“You know that guy who jogs past our place almost everyday?” Jenna asked.
“Him?” Hank replied, “Seems a bit risky.” Jenna and Hank were sitting on the porch, soaking in the sun-dappled view of their suburban street. They had moved to ‘the burbs’ from downtown about two years ago. The aim was to settle in.
Jenna pulled her strawberry blonde curls into a ponytail. She had a set of freckles running over her cheeks and the bridge of her long nose. Her pink t-shirt pulled tight over the swell of her breasts. She rarely wore a bra. Her large nipples tented the thin shirt in a way that made Hank excited. After all these years of marriage, Jenna’s tits still drove him crazy. “I don’t think it’s risky. All he’ll say is no.”
Hank sipped at a sweaty glass of iced tea and peered across the street at the manicured lawns. Hank had aged like a fine wine. He had a naturally muscular build despite zero exercise and a diet that consisted of smoothies, beer and peanuts. He had a full head of hair that was a chestnut brown with puffs of distinguished grey at the temples. “This isn’t the city. People aren’t as open minded and they all talk.”
Jenna rolled her eyes. “I’m sure it won’t matter. We’re the couple on the block that swings. So what?”
Hank and Jenna missed the nightlife. They missed the spontaneous nature of the city. In the suburbs it was quiet and tranquil. It was driving them nuts. Worst of all their sex life had taken and a nosedive.
Three months ago Jenna stopped having orgasms. Hank had gone flaccid during the last dozen or so fucks. Then one night Hank brought up the prospect of a threesome. At first Jenna laughed it off but then the idea grew on her. Just the thought of a threesome got her so turned on that she actually had a mini orgasm. So they agreed to try it.
Hank signed, “What about that cute girl that does your hair?”
Jenna stood up suddenly and yelled, “Hey, want some iced tea?”
The runner stopped and chuckled. He waved at them from the sidewalk. “Hi there,” he replied. He walked over to Hank and Jenna. “I see you guys out here often enough I’ve been meaning an introduction. My name’s Tristan.”
Tristan was smaller than Hank but slim and powerful with wide shoulders. He had dark straight hair and a smile filled with perfect teeth. He was wearing running shorts that showed off a significant crotch bulge.
Hank nodded. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Hank.”
Jenna smiled. “I’m Jenna. Tristan. Mmm, I like that name. It’s so unique.”
Tristan blushed. “Thanks, I guess.” He peaked at Jenna’s curvaceous figure, quickly scanning from her dainty feet, over her rounded hips, along her perky breasts and to the top of her curly head. He looked over at Hank, who smiled. “It was nice meeting you. It gotta knock out this six miles before the wife gets suspicious.” He winked.
Jenna bit her lip and said, “I bet we could give you a work out. One you’d never forget.”
Tristan stammered, “I, uh, I’m flattered but-”
Hank stood up and said, “Look man, we’re swingers. If ya wanna come in and have some fun, we’d love to have you, but, if not, no hard feelings.”
Aghast Jenna said, “Hank!”
“Are you serious?”
Hank gestured at Jenna. “Dude, let me tell you that what you see is just the tip of the fucking iceberg. She is a goddess in the sack.”
Tristan thought a moment. Hank expected him to start sprinting away at any second. Instead he looked at Jenna thoughtfully and said, “you said you have lemonade inside?”
In the bedroom they magically shed clothes. Caught in the headiness of the moment, none could recall stripping down. Hank sat the corner chair, stroking his erection as Jenna and Tristan kissed and curressed on the bed.
Jenna trailed kisses down Tristan’s chest as she lowered between his legs. He leaned back and moaned as Jenna licked the tip of penis. It was about five inches fully erect. He pooled Jenna’s curls in his hand and watched as she began to suck and slurp. “Fuuuuck,” he moaned. Hank’s hardon was raging. He was surprised at his arousal: watching his wife of a decade blow another man. The tip of his cock sparkled with precum. Tristan motioned for Hank to come over.
Hank crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. His heart pounded as he sidled in next to Tristan. Jenna grabbed Hank’s shaft as her head bobbed up and down on Tristan’s cock. Hank thought, God, Jenna looks amazing from this angle.
She came up for air with a ‘God, yes’ sigh and moved over to Hank’s thick cock. Tristan circled around to Jenna and began to finger fuck her as she swallowed Hank’s girthy shaft. She moaned deep and long as Tristan probed her vagina. He pulled away suddenly to show Hank his wife’s grool spread across his too fingers.
“Let’s do this,” Hank said. He pulled Jenna onto her back toward the head of the bed. Tristan followed. Hank buried his face in Jenna’s crotch, lapping at her cliterus. Tristan straddled Jenna’s tits. She pushed up her cleavage as he rubbed his penis between her beautifully rounded breasts.
Hank looked up from eating out Jenna to see Tristan’s hairless and supple ass clench as he titty fucked his wife. Hank could feel his cock dripping with precum. Little beads of sweat rolled down Tristan’s hairless muscular back.
Jenna got on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Hank moved to her mouth, while Tristan fucked her with rhythmic slapping sounds. Jenna moaned as she took them both. Hank watched as Tristan’s well-shaped abs flexed as he fucked Jenna’s tight, wet pussy. He watched as sweat began to dribble down Tristan’s pecs. Excited, Hank grabbed the back of Jenna’s head and began to pump her face. She gagged as his massive head touched the back of her throat. “MMM!” She cried out as he pulled his dick out. Thick salvia roped from her mouth to his shaft. “I’m cumming!” She squealed as Tristan spanked her heart shaped ass. “Yes! Yes! Ride me, daddy!” She yelled as her body trembled with a shockwave of a massive orgasm.
“Oh Jesus!” Tristan tensed as he unloaded into Jenna’s pussy. He grabbed her ample hips as he filled her with hot jizz.
Jenna turned onto her back. “Hank, cum on my face.” She insisted. Hank’s shaft was still slick with her saliva. He began to stroke it as his tip hovered over Jenna’s full pouty lips. “Come on, baby. I want your cum so badly.”
Hank spun her around and entered her missionary style. Her pussy was super slick and warm. Tristan’s cum made a super lubricant. Hank began thrusting at a voracious pace. The head board slammed against the bed. He could barely hear Jenna’s “Oh God’s” over the slamming sounds. When her body tensed with another orgasm, Hank’s jizz exploded into her twitching pussy.
Hank slumped next to Tristan, covered in sweat. Jenna curled up on her side and passed out from exhaustion.
Hank pointed at the river of cum flowing over her thighs and darkening the satin sheets. Tristan nodded.
Hank’s heart was pounding as he brushed Tristan’s thigh. Tristan didn’t respond. He did it again and this time he noticed his cock twitch. Tristan and Hank locked eyes. They kissed long and deep. They began to stroke each other’s cocks that became instantly hard. Hank was acting on pure impulse. The moment had captured him. As his wife slept off the threesome, Tristan began to kiss down Hank’s body. He stopped to suck in Hank’s nipples. Hank moaned. He ran his hands through Tristan’s thick dark hair. Slowly Tristan reached Hank’s erection. He licked the bulbous tip before swallowing it. Hank palmed Tristan’s head as he sucked and slurped Hank’s dick. A thrill rippled through Hank. His balls tingled with anticipation. In a matter of moments Hank orgasmed down Tristan’s throat. He was surprised at how quickly he came.
Tristan sat up, wiping away the spittle. He peered at his smartwatch. “I gotta get going.”
As he dressed, Hank roused Jenna. Stark naked, she wrapped her arms around Tristan and kissed him. “I almost forgot,” she said as she bounded out of the room.
Hank sauntered over and put his hand on Tristan’s shoulder, “thanks. It’s been a long time since I had multiple orgasms. Honestly, I thought I might need that Viagra.” Tristan leaned in and kissed Hank tenderly. Hank pressed his nakedness against him.
Jenna gasped, “Oh my God.” She was carrying a glass of lemonade. She motioned at Hank’s now erect penis. “You boys want the room.” A wicked smile curled across her face.
Hank blushed. Tristan said, “Ah, lemonade. Thanks!”
Hank and Jenna watched as Tristan bounded down the block, disappearing around a corner. He held her around the shoulders lovingly.
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