Sometimes Bill wondered why his life was the way it was. He was two times divorced and rapidly reaching a midlife crisis, with a football career that never got off the ground. Yet two weeks ago, he was in a threesome with Chet Chester and his hot wife.

When he remembered that day, he had to quickly cross his legs. It was amazing, getting a blowjob from Sol before she spread her legs and allowed him to eat her out. And when Bill thought about the way Chet kept telling him what to do, heat coiled within his stomach. The most married couple on earth found it acceptable to have sex with him and that blew his mind.

It was a once in a lifetime experience and he hadn’t heard from them since. All Bill had were his memories and his fantasies, and he sulked knowing that Chet got to enjoy Sol’s company when he couldn’t.

As he was thinking about it, his phone dinged. Bill flipped it open and saw the attachment.

His blood ran hot.

For some reason, after radio silence for two weeks, they were sending him this. A clip of Sol getting fucked, the camera held high to capture every time Chet disappeared into her. Sol was bouncing with every snap of his hips, breasts jiggling with his thrusts. When Bill turned up the volume, he could hear her moan.

He flushed and snapped his phone shut. His pants were uncomfortably tight.

Then the phone rang.

“Hi Bill,” Sol said when he picked up. He didn’t miss the way she was breathless and panting. “Good after - mmm - afternoon. Do you want to come over?”

Bill was already in the car.

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He made the drive in record time, taking thirty minutes instead of the usual forty-five. His hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles went white, and he thought about what Sol and Chet were doing to each other, and what he would do once he got there.

By the time he arrived, his blood was boiling. There Chet was, standing in the doorway with nothing but a towel covering his crotch. Bill’s eyes flitted down before looking back up again. The towel wasn’t hiding anything, not with how his erection made it stand up.

“I saw your video,” Bill said and grabbed him roughly, pulling him into a kiss.

“Whoa, Bill! Mmm, oh yeah…”

When they separated, both their lips were shiny with spit. “Nice to see you too,” Chet said, grinning lopsidedly. “It was hot, right?”

“Shut up.”

Chet stepped aside and let Bill in, closing the door behind him. Turning around, he trotted off towards the bedroom. “You’re actually late so I made her cum, then took a water break. Now that you’re here, we can continue!”

Soon, Bill found himself in their bedroom, hovering awkwardly by the door as Chet scampered in. His wife was naked on the bed, sprawled in sexy bliss.

“Hi Bill,” Sol said, raising her head to give him a tired smile. Her thighs were wet, he noticed.

“I ate her out,” Chet stage-whispered.

Bill blinked. “Nice,” he said.

Sol sat up and giggled. “It’s true, he did. After he sent that video, I made him finish me with his mouth. Chet did a great job.” Crossing her legs, she leaned back and stretched to show off her body. Bill’s gaze drew helplessly towards her breasts. “Do you know why I didn’t let him do it with his cock?”

She smiled coquettishly, with a hint of danger. “I was saving it for you.”

His eyes went wide.

“I’m ready so you can do it whenever you like,” she said sweetly. “But don’t keep me waiting too long.”

“Good luck,” Chet said and patted him on the back.

This was amazing and terrifying, all at once. Sol was asking nicely to put his dick in and Bill would rather die than disappoint her.

“I’m - fuck - I’m doing it now. Just gimme a second.” He began undoing his belt with shaky hands. It fell to the ground with a clink, and he started unzipping his pants.

Next to him, Bill heard a laugh. “Sorry, but it’s cute how desperate you are,” Chet said when he shot him a glare. “Not that I blame you, Sol makes me feel like that all the time. Here, lemme get your shirt off.” With that, Chet wrestled his shirt off, making Bill squirm in his hold. For someone who was a head shorter, Chet didn’t have any trouble manhandling him.

“I’ll put the condom on too,” Chet said brightly and whipped out a square of foil. “Safe sex Chet!”

Ripping open the packet with his teeth, he leaned down and pulled Bill’s boxers off. Chet took his cock in one hand, gave it a squeeze that made it jump, then deftly rolled the condom on. He stroked Bill once, twice, then let go. “Now you’re ready,” he grinned.

“Uh, thanks,” Bill said, flustered by the very masculine attention his dick had been enjoying. He cleared this throat and turned to Sol, gesturing weakly at his groin. “Well, here I am.” His cock ached and it took every ounce of self control not to touch himself. He knew Sol wouldn’t like that.

He stared at her legs and took a deep breath. “Can I?”

“Please,” Sol whispered.

Bill moved closer, standing at the edge of the bed where Sol was. It sunk in that he could touch her, with her creamy skin and flushed cheeks. More than that, he was going to fuck her and it was an honour he didn’t deserve.

Gingerly, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to, Bill placed his hands on her thighs. He rubbed softly, massaging her skin before drawing her legs apart.

“Is this okay?” he asked, unsure of his place.

“Go ahead,” Sol said encouragingly, with a hint of impatience.

His cock twitched as her pussy revealed itself, pink and wet. The area around it was glistening with slick, and Bill gulped. Evidence of her arousal had already dirtied the sheets and they were about to dirty them even more.

He leaned in and positioned himself, lining his cock up to her hole. Slowly,  with a deep breath, he thrust in.

It was amazing. Sol opened up like his cock belonged in there, her pussy warm and wet, clenching around him as he penetrated her. She fit him so well, it was unbelievable.

“Jesus,” he swore as he bottomed out. “You’re so tight.”

“Oh...” Sol squirmed beneath him, tilting her head to look at the place where they connected. “Oh wow... You’re in so deep. You feel different from Chet.”

“Course he does.” Chet hovered over Bill’s side, breath ghosting him as he spoke. “Bill’s a big guy, aren’t you, Bill?”

“Yeah.” The thought of Sol comparing them made Bill’s insides feel weird. He had the sudden, desperate urge to be just as good as Chet.

Stubbornly, Bill exhaled and drew back. He pulled out, pushing back in a second later, and groaned. The feeling of Sol sliding against him was incredible. It was impossible to focus with how good she felt around him.

He thrust in again, hips stuttering as Sol squeezed his cock. “Stop that,” he gasped helplessly.

Sol didn’t seem to be paying attention. She was breathing hard beneath him, eyes closed as she focused solely on her own pleasure. Rolling her hips, she raised them to meet his, and Bill felt himself slide in even deeper. “Mmm,” she moaned. “Keep moving like that. Yes, that’s - that’s good. Right there.”

Seeing her squirm to meet his cock was enough to make Bill feel hot enough to burn. “Fuck,” he grunted, loving the lewd, wet sounds they were making. His penis was in the pussy of a married woman and she was loving it. She was writhing beneath him, because of him. He could cum from that alone.

Behind him, Chet was panting into his ear. “You’re doing great,” he told Bill. His hand slinked to his chest, caressing him sensually. Something hard dug into the cleft of his ass. “Treating her so well. Keep going.”

Bill shivered at the touch. Mirroring what Chet was doing, he threw his hands out and touched Sol’s chest. The softness was enough to make his hips stutter.

He was mesmerized by the way she felt, like he was sinking his hands into silk. Sol’s breasts were soft and supple, with nipples that were already stiff. She trembled when he squeezed gently, eyelashes fluttering. “Bill…”

Her breasts jiggled as he played with them, bouncing in time with his thrusts, and his cock twitched at the sight. As he ran a thumb over her nipple, Sol moaned.

Chet took the moment to lean up and whisper in his ear. “She has really sensitive nipples,” he said. “I suck them sometimes.”

“Lucky bastard,” Bill mumbled. Emboldened by his words, he squeezed, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

Sol responded by getting even tighter. “Do the other one too,” she begged.

Bill did. He kept playing with her nipples and fondling her breasts, watching as Sol melted into a gooey, trembling mess.

“That feels so good,” she said. “Chet, are you watching this? Bill’s having sex with me, he’s making me feel amazing.”

“I know,” Chet replied. “Good job, Bill.”

It was as if he was in a daze, with only the slap of skin on skin to ground him, and for some reason, that was what pushed him to the edge. Bill was dangerously close to coming but he had to hold on. He couldn’t before Sol, not when he needed his dick to service her.

In a last ditch, Hail Mary move, Bill shifted his legs to get a better angle. Holding onto Sol’s waist, he snapped his hips, forcing out a gasp that turned into a moan halfway.

“Right there!” Sol cried. “More, yes, yes! Yesssss… do that again.” She threw her head back, legs locking around his waist. Raising herself up, Sol met him mid-thrust, pussy clamping down on him. Her mouth fell open as she cried out in pleasure, nothing like the quiet woman she usually was. Then again, it was always the shy ones.

“Chet,” she moaned, looking over at him desperately. “Touch me too...”

“You got it, darling.” Sitting down on the bed, Chet reached over to squeeze Sol’s hand. It was a small, intimate gesture, but it made Sol shudder all over. “You look so sexy like this. Love seeing you enjoy yourself.”

“I-I love you too...” Sol threw her head back and moaned. “It’s too much - the two of you at once, it’s so good, I can’t…”

With a long, drawn out cry, Sol went still, eyes rolling back. Her pussy pulsated around Bill, squeezing helplessly in pleasure.

“Fuck,” Bill swore. He rammed into her and felt her aftershocks around him. “Fuck.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” she gasped as she rode out her orgasm. “Keep going, I wanna feel it in me.”

Burying his cock inside her, Bill came hard enough that his vision went white. His dick throbbed as he released, his cum caught by the condom even though he wanted to watch it trickle out of her instead. Only Chet had the privilege of doing that.

Gasping for breath, Bill went limp, his body snapped of strength. He trembled as he pulled out, knowing Sol had squeezed every last drop from him.

Beneath him, Sol looked dazed, her pussy clenching around nothing now that Bill wasn’t in her anymore. “That was good,” she said softly.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. He wrestled the condom off and sat on the bed, trying to catch his breath.

Only to be met with a freckly ginger smiling at him.

“That was hot,” Chet said cheerfully. “You were so enthusiastic, you tired her out. Never seen anyone fuck my wife like that before!” He turned to give Sol a soppy, indulgent look. “You took it so well, Sol.”

“I did,” Sol said. “Did you like watching me?”

“I loved it.”

Sol beamed. Then she turned her attention to his crotch, where his dick stood upright. A delighted smile graced her face as she realized what it meant. Reaching out, she began stroking him, hand moving hypnotically over his cock. “Why don’t you have a turn with him too?”

Chet moaned. Bill spluttered.

“What?!” he yelped, unable to tear his eyes from the handjob happening in front of him. “Hey, hey, Chet’s a man…”

Sol shrugged. “You can… you can use your mouth if you want.”

“She’s got a point,” Chet said nonchalantly. He motioned for Sol to stop touching him and leaned back, spreading his legs. “You don’t get to fuck my wife and leave me hanging. It’s bad manners.”

Bill looked at Chet’s cock, taking in all the little details. Something fluttery jumped in his stomach. “I’ve never done it before,” he muttered.

“That’s okay, I’ll help you,” Sol said sweetly. She gestured to the space between Chet’s legs. “Get on your knees, Bill.”

For the first time in his life, Bill dropped to his knees in front of another man.

Chet’s cock was hard and red. From this angle, it was intimidatingly large, and more than that, thick. If it looked like this now, how was it going to fit in his mouth? He gulped unconsciously.

“This is nothing,” he muttered, trying to psyche himself up. Above him, he heard Chet make an offended noise. “Dude, I’m not talking about your dick.”

He had just fucked the wife and now he was about to suck the husband. It was as if the universe was reminding him not to get too uppity. Chet was still above him.

Bill pressed his lips together and trembled.

“Bill?” Surprisingly, there was a note of concern in Chet’s voice - and that was what did it.

“I’ll do it, I’ll suck you and you’ll like it,” he said stubbornly and opened his mouth. Refusing to wait another second, he threw himself on it.

Immediately, Bill drew back and coughed.

Forget about looking big, Chet’s dick was huge. Bill had sorely underestimated how thick it was, and he had to stretch his jaw all the way just to fit him in. The sensation of a cock entering his mouth was shocking enough that he pulled back.

Above him, Sol was giggling. The moment Bill noticed, she stopped, although she couldn’t suppress a smile. “You don’t have to put it in right away. Try licking it first, Chet really likes when you use your tongue on the bottom.”

“Right,” Bill muttered and went back to it.

This time, he parted his lips and stuck out his tongue, giving up on swallowing in favour of pressing Chet’s cock to his mouth instead. It was a wet and messy affair where he tried to lick and suck the entire thing without actually taking it in. Mostly, he ended up smearing precum and spit over his face.

The good thing was, it seemed to work. Chet was breathing hard, his dick throbbing against his tongue, moreso when Bill sucked the spot under the head. Sol was right, he did like it there.

His reactions were oddly reassuring. It was nice to know he was doing something right if Chet was clearly enjoying it. Maybe having a mouth on your private parts felt good no matter how inexperienced the blowjob was.

Then Chet put a hand on the back of his neck and Bill’s entire body went warm. “Keep going,” he grunted. “Suck my balls.”

Bill flushed in indignation. “Your balls?!”

“Yeah.”

Bill had no particular feelings about men’s balls, but he did it anyways. Slowly, he put his lips on Chet’s balls and moved them around somewhat, sucking them as best as he could. Above him, Chet groaned.

He was a bit grumpy when he pulled off, even though Chet wasn’t even trying to assert dominance. He probably just liked getting his balls sucked and maybe Sol did it to him all the time. The thought of Sol sucking his balls often enough that Chet knew he liked it made Bill feel better.

“There, your balls got sucked,” Bill said. He positioned himself to go back to his dick, which he much preferred. Chet was still holding the back of his neck and as Bill stuck out his tongue, they made eye contact.

Suddenly, his grip tightened. Bill had only a moment to blink before he was taking Chet in deeper than ever.

Right then, Bill discovered he didn’t have a gag reflex.

He also realized he might like sucking cock.

His eyes closed and he moaned subconsciously, jolting when he realized what he was doing. Chet’s cock was buried deep in his throat, far enough that his jaw stretched automatically. He was hot and heavy, twitching in Bill’s mouth, and Bill felt a jolt go up his spine.

He looked up and met eyes with a very flushed, very aroused Chet. There was no trace of intelligent thought on his face.

“Choke on it,” Chet muttered. He held the back of Bill’s neck and pushed him further down.

Moaning loudly, Chet held Bill in place as he jerked his hips, fucking into his mouth. “Haah, Bill, you - fuck, you’re good at this. Natural talent.” He fisted his hair and kept using him.

Bill kept himself still. His jaw was sore and his tongue felt heavy, but he sat obediently and let Chet fuck his face. With a rush of heat, he realized that if he wasn’t already spent, he would be rock hard right now.

All of a sudden, Chet let go. Bill came off his dick with a string of saliva still connecting them, and looked up, confused.

“Gonna do it on your face,” Chet gritted out. He jerked himself once, twice, and then he was shooting on Bill’s face, thick spurts of milky white semen coating him everywhere. His hand never stopped as he dirtied Bill, who could only close his eyes and go hot all over.

In all his life, Bill felt small for many reasons and most of them made him mad. But feeling small like this, after sucking a man’s cock and getting semen all over his face, was different. It made him feel tingly all over.

Breathing hard, he looked up. Above him, Chet was smiling and Sol had the warmest expression ever.

“I enjoyed watching that a lot,” she said and squeezed her thighs together, blushing.

Bill nodded dumbly. He let her take his hand and help him up, and found himself sandwiched between them. “I hope you liked it,” he mumbled.

“It was wonderful.” As if to reward him, Sol took his face in her hands and leaned in. Parting her lips, she kissed him and made a delighted noise, tilting her head to slip him tongue. “So hot when you taste like him,” she said softly between kisses. “You did a great job with both of us.”

The praise made him feel warm and heady. Rather than thinking about anything, Bill wrapped an arm around her and allowed himself to appreciate the kissing.

When they parted, Chet was watching them indulgently. Bill gave him a grin, then leaned in to let him have his turn.