John drunkenly stumbled down the apartment building hallway. He was looking for his buddy Nat's door. He needed a place to crash, and Nat was the only one he could think of. He got to the right door, and knocked. No answer. He knocked louder. Still no answer. No problem, John had a spare key for emergencies, and this was an emergency.

He closed the door behind him. The apartment was dark. John figured Nat must be in the bedroom. He felt his way down the hallway until he got to the bedroom door. No sense knocking, the door was wide open. Again no Nat. John headed to the bathroom for a piss.

Pulling his dick out, he directed his stream into the bowl. His mind meanwhile directed itself back to the events of this evening. He had gotten home early, because of a power outage at work. When he got home, he notice a familiar car parked in the driveway beside his wife's car. It belonged to her best friend, Gail. He figured she had come over for coffee.

Parking on the street, he walked up to the front door and let himself in. They were probably in the kitchen swapping gossip over coffee. If he snuck upstairs quietly, he could get a shower before they even knew he was home. However, when he opened his bedroom door, he was in for the shock of his life. His wife laid spread eagle on the bed naked. Gail's face was mashed into her pussy. From the moaning and hip thrusting, he knew his wife was getting ready to cum. Meanwhile, Gail was rapidly thrusting her fingers into her own cunt spread for John's visual enjoyment. Never the prude, John stood there enjoying the show.

As his wife calmed down, Gail slide up her body and planted a kiss on her lips. Figuring he could get in on some of this fun, John coughed to make his presence known. It was like a bomb went off. Both Gail and his wife sat up and grabbed for the sheets. A blush spread over both their cheeks. John advanced to the edge of the bed, and said "Don't stop on my account. Just let me know when I can join the action."

His wife looked at him, and then to Gail, and then back to John. She said "I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you. I'm in love with Gail, John. I want a divorce so we two can move in together."

John was shocked, and angry. He swung his hand to slap her across the face. Gail grabbed his arm in midair, twisted it and sent him flying into the wall. He jumped up growling at her "I'll get to you, bitch." Disregarding her nudity, Gail jumped out of the bed. She grabbed John's arm, spun him around and smashed his face into the wall. She said "I advise you to get your sorry ass out of the house. I've got three-years as a black belt, and two woman's state karate championships. I'll snap your neck and claim self defense." She spun John around propelling him out of the bedroom.

John grabbed a baseball bat on the way out the door. He was going to beat the crap out of Gail's car. However, as he exited the house, he could hear police sirens approaching all ready. The bitch called the cops, he thought. John bolted to his car and drove off.

He spent the rest of the afternoon and evening drowning his sorrows at the local bar. The bastard bartender had taken his car keys away, but had left him the rest of his keys. He stumbled out on to the street. Nowhere to go. That was when he thought of Nat, good old Nat.

John came to his senses at the toilet with the realization that he was missing the bowl and pisssing down his leg. His underwear, his shoes and socks, and his pants were all wet. He striped down and hopped into the shower. The cool water temporarily woke his brain out of its stupor. Leaving his clothes laying on the bathroom floor, he headed to the living room to crash on the couch. He needed a blanket and pillow, and went into Nat's bedroom to strip them off the bed. As he bent over to pull down the covers, the liquor returned to his brain. He fell forward onto the bed in a drunken sleep.

Images of the day crowded his drunken sleep. He replayed the sight of his wife and her lezzy lover over and over in his mind. He couldn't figure it out. He fucked her every night she wasn't on her period, and she always said it was good. yet, she preferred that dickless amazon over him. He just knew all he had to do was get her alone, and fuck her again. Once he reminded her how good dick was, she would change her mind.

In his troubled sleep, John imaged his wife crawling into bed with him. She grabbed his dick, she so wanted it. She started to give him one of the greatest blow jobs he ever experienced, which was odd because she wasn't usually very good at it. Yet in John's current dreams, she knew all the tricks. John reached down to push her head down on his dick forcing her to deep throat him. She took it all like a pro. Shit, John thought, if her blow jobs were only as good in real life as in his dreams, he wouldn't care if he ever fucked her pussy again. John arched his hips as the cum surged up his dick. Never missing a beat, the mouth on his dick swallowed every drop as it continued to suck even more out of him.

John collapsed on the bed, and opened his eyes. For a fleeting second, he didn't remember where he was. As he got his bearings back, he felt someone move on the bed by his crotch. He looked down to see his friend Nat still sucking on his withered cock. Not knowing how to react, John closed his eyes and feigned sleep. He lay there with conflict raging in his mind. He should have been put off by all of this, but it had been the best blow job of his life. Even now, the gentle sucking on his used cock and the hands massaging his nuts were stirring renewed life into his groin that he could not deny. If he just laid here, he could get a second helping and still deny he knew what was going on.

His rising dick won out. Nat continued full service on the cock at hand. He sucked just the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it and the rim where it joined the shaft. He alternated long thrusts down his throat with close attention to the head. As John's cock reached full attention, Nat shifted position to straddle John's crotch. He reached back and aligned the wood with his own puckered ass ring. He pushed down and was rewarded with three inches of dick sliding up his shit tube. John gritted his teeth. The warm grip of ass muscles was a thrill. He had never fucked his wife, or anyone else, in the ass before. As Nat rose and fell, more of John's dick slid in the warm gripping tunnel. Each push down pushed John further up into Nat's bowels, while each retreat felt like he was sliding his cock out of a vise. As the pleasure mounted, John instinctively raised his hands to grip Nat's sides and help coordinate the fucking action. He could not hold back the groans of pleasure. As his dick swelled and shoot a load into Nat, John arched his hips again just as Nat slammed his ass down driving John to the best maximum depth. Even as he felt his own cum shot out, John felt drops of warm liquid splashing on his chest. It was like Nat was just funneling John's cum shots through his body. Each throb of cum in Nat's ass spilled out as a spot of warmth on John's chest.

Nat withdrew John's cock with a sucking plop and leaned forward to lick the juice off of John's chest. He looked up at John, and said "I think it's time to stop pretending you're asleep." John opened his eyes and stared at his buddy.

Nat curled up beside John with one arm across his partner's chest. John couldn't deny he had enjoyed everything, and did not pull away. They talked as they laid there. John explained how he had come to be there, and Nat told about his elation upon coming home and finding a hot naked body waiting in his bed. Nat apologized for taking advantage of the situation, but confessed to having the hots for John for years. John simply told him that he could have stopped it anytime he wanted to. Nat asked what now in their relationship. John thought about it and replied that he really didn't know. He confessed that he still liked women, but would never shut out the possibilities of male partners again. In fact, he said, if Nat was up to it, he would like to learn a little more about man love. John leaned over and kissed Nat on the lips. Nat returned the kiss, and they melted in a passionate embrace.

Breaking apart, Nat asked whet John wanted to know about first. John thought and replied "I'm kind of interested in getting my anal cherry busted, but I'm too uptight for that right yet. I would like to try my hand at sucking your dick, but I'm not sure if I could swallow." Nat twisted around into a 69 position, and said "Just copy what I do that you like. When the time comes, I'll let you know before I cum."

As Nat leaned over to take John's dick in his mouth, he grabbed John's ass cheeks to pry them apart. He could hardly wait until lessons got around to spearing that virgin ass. For now, a blow job and a little finger fucking would have to suffice. He knew the truth. John had come over to his apartment looking for what he got. His explanation about no place else to go was hogwash. John had walked three miles to get here, yet John's mother only lived three blocks from the bar he had been drinking at, and John had to pass his own brother's house long before getting here. No, John came looking, and Nat was going to deliver all night long. You can only protest you were too drunk to know what was going on for the first round. Anything after that is with full knowledge and consent.

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