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Brad and Anita were in a bar one night. They had both had enough wine to make them loose and feeling fine. Anita, feeling frisky, took Brad's hand and placed it under her skirt at the table. As he took the hint and slid his hand up her thigh, she slipped her hand up his thigh to his crotch. He began to stiffen immediatly. She wiggled closer to her so his searching hand found her crotch. She was wet and ready for action. When the petting got too intense, they decided to call it a night and go home for some real fun. On the way out, she recognized Lance, a friend of hers from college. "Lance," she said as she touched his arm to get his attention. Brad looked on curiously. Lance was a good looking guy, strong shoulders, tall, slim. Brad had never had a complaint in the appearance department either, muscled, tanned, strong legs and tight butt, women were the least of his worries. But Anita seemed to be hungering for Lance. He stood warily as she introduced them. "Lance this is my boyfriend Brad. Brad this is Lance, we were classmates together in college." "Good to meet you," Lance said, offering his hand. Brad took it and noticed a glint in Lance's eye he'd never seen before. It wasn't Anita he hungered for, but Brad. "Nice to meet you too," said Brad and shook the other man's hand. Anita had a glint in her eye as well. Smiling she turned to Lance. "We were just on our way home, why don't you drop by for a drink?" Brad was disappointed. He was horny as hell and had wanted to get home get naked and get laid. Lance shuffled his feet, considering the offer. He noticed the wicked little smile Anita was flashing him, and decided to agree. Knowing her as well as he did, he knew the night was about to get really interesting. She gave him the address and they parted for their cars. On the way, Brad asked Anita what was going on. Who was this guy to her. "Don't worry babe," she said. "Lance is gay. But he's a wonderful guy, I'd love for you to get to know him." "Alright," said Brad. "But what about THIS?" He pointed to the bulge in his pants. "I'll take care of that," she purred, slipping down in the seat beside him. She unzipped his pants and freed his aching cock. He moaned as she slipped him into her mouth but held the car steady. He took one hand off the wheel and slipped it down her shirt and stroked her hardening nipple. They were home before he could cum. They got out and he noticed with a wince Lance had beaten them home. When they got to the door and into the light on the porch, Lance couldn't help notice Brad's hardon and Anita's erect nipples. He smiled as she opened the door and ushered him in. As Brad brushed passed him to go to the bar, Lance stiffened himself. Anita showed him to a couch and sat beside him. Brad brought in a tray with highball glasses and generous portions of bourbon in each. They each took a glass and Brad sat on the couch beside Anita. "To good friends and good times," Anita said, and they all raised their glasses, brought them together and drank to the toast. They talked of mundane things, but Anita kept things going with discreet strokes and squeezes to Brad. As the alcohol kicked in Brad could no longer take it. He could tell what Anita was up to and as long as Lance was no threat to him he was up for fun and games. He took Anita in his arms and kissed her passionatly, slipping his hands under her shirt and squeezing her ample breasts. She stood, took his hands and led him to the bedroom. Lance followed silently. He watched as Brad undressed his wife, his erection so hard he thought he'd burst. He slipped behind Brad as Anita began undressing him. As she kissed Brad Lance caressed the other man's body. His muscles were tense, he was too far gone to care. Brad lay on his back and Anita straddled his head, awaiting Brad's expert tongue. She moaned as he began licking and nibbling her clit, his hands massaging her swollen and hard nipples. Then Lance slipped Brad's cock into his mouth. Brad could barely contain himself. He licked and nibbled Anita as Lances sucked and licked his shaft. Lance was stroking his own erection and the threesome was moving in a singular dance of passion. Anita came hard, grinding her crotch into Brads toungue and at he same time Brad exploded in Lance's mouth. Lance shot his load on Brad's tight ass and the three of them collapsed in languid afterglow, eventually falling asleep. It was Brad who woke first in the middle of the night, his erection raging. He glanced over at the sleeping Lance. "I think I created a monster," laughed Anita, taking Brad into her mouth and shaking Lance awake. Brad lay back smiling. "I think so too," he said, reaching for Lance's growing cock. |
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