I recently sucked another man's cock until he came in my mouth.  I find it hard to believe, I am straighter than a laser beam.  Not gay, not bi.  But I suppose, curious.  It happened like this:

I am a qualified sports masseur.  My original plan was to find employment with a large sports team.  Any team, I enjoy most sports.  I ended up working in a large resort hotel.  It's nearest claim to sport is that it has two golf courses.  It pays quite well and there are fringe benefits, the best of which is a seemingly endless supply of horny women.

There are two masseurs.  Well, one is a masseuse, Jenny.  Guest have a choice.  Mostly, the men choose Jenny and the women choose me.  My clients tend to the wives of the golfers who spend every second playing golf.  The wives spend a lot of time in the spa.  While their husbands play a round, the wives play around.

It's not difficult to identify the women who are looking for more than a neck rub, they climb onto the massage table naked.  Sometimes, so do the men, but they just get the standard massage, only ladies get the special.

The special is a finger induced orgasm, I don't fuck or suck them.  Not in the massage room anyway.  If that's what they want and I fancy them, we make other arrangements.  I fuck them in their room.  Or mine, I live in.  Another fringe benefit.

Victoria was in her eary forties and a real head-turner.  She knew what she wanted.  As I worked on her back, she felt me up through the tight white shorts that I wear, along with a white T shirt, when I'm working.  The shorts leave nothing to the imagination.

"Is this included in the price."

She asked, squeezing it gently.

"No madam," I replied.  "That would be against the rules."

But I did give her the special.  She was a noisy comer.

"Very nice," she said when her breathing returned to normal.  "But this is what I really want."

She stroked my bulge again, now fully erect and stretching my shorts.  I wanted it too, she was an extremely fuckable woman.  I said that it would have to be outside working hours.  She told me come to her room at nine that evening.

"Where will your husband be?"

I asked.  I have no desire to get beaten up by a jealous husband, or sacked.  Discharged yes, dismissed no.

"He will be there," she said calmly.  "He likes to watch."

I was, to say the least, gobsmacked.  She trotted off, satisfied for now.  I had no intention of visiting her room.  Pity, I would have liked to fuck her.  As the day wore on, I began to think perhaps that it was not such a bad idea.  If that was how he got off, why not?  The idea of pounding a woman's cunt with her husband as the audience began to appeal.  It was risky, but exciting.   At dead on nine I tapped on their door.

He answered.  Another surprise.  He was not the feeble wimp that I had expected.  He was my height, athletic build and I have to admit grudgingly, a good looking man.  He introduced himself as David.

The room smelled of weed.  I don't partake, but I know what it smells like.  Both he and Victoria were wearing the white towelling bathrobes provided by the hotel.  I was offered a joint, which I refused, and a glass of wine, which I accepted.  This was one of the few smoking rooms left at the hotel.  I hate the smell of tobacco smoke, but this was tolerable.  The smell of it and the wine, combined to remove any misgivings I had left about a voyeuristic threesome.

Victoria stood and undid the robe, allowing it to fall to the floor and reminded me why I was there.  I removed my clothes and joined her on the bed.  I was very concious of David's presence, my cock soft and shy.  Victoria soon rectified that with her mouth.  She could really suck cock.

And not just cock, she sucked my balls and rimmed my arse.  I had not come that day, how she magaged to lick and suck me without getting showered, showed great skill.  David, now also naked, stood at the side of the bed watching and wanking.  His cock was quite thin but a decent length and circumcised.  He was also hairless in that area, as was Victoria.

Victoria sensed that I was close to losing it, suddenly rolling onto her back, saying;

"Your turn."

I sucked her tits as I felt for her dripping cunt, at first probing it then concentrating on her prominent clit.  She had her first orgasm.  David had moved to the other side of the bed for a clearer view.  I kissed my way down her fine body towards her cunt, I wanted to drink her nectar.

Her juices were flowing freely.  I lapped them up, licked and sucked her clit and rimmed her arse as she had rimmed mine.  I managed to keep her orgasmic for ages until she pushed me away and said;

"Fuck me."

I went to fit a condom onto my straining cock, but she stopped me, saying, almost screaming;

"No!  I want your spunk in me."

I don't usually, but I think I was high from secondary smoking and wine.  I pushed straight into her,  bareback.  She came again as I entered.  I was not going to be far behind her.  With no thought other than to relieve my aching balls, I rammed her frantically.

My cock was reaming her cunt, but her eyes were on her husband's, being wanked vigorously.  I too, was fascinated by the sight, expecing him to spray us both at any second.  But he had better control than me, it was me who came, explosively, filling his wife with my cum as she watched him wank.

I rolled off, exhausted and, so I thought, spent.  But my ejaculation turned out to be just a down-payment.  There was more, much more, to come.  David climbed onto the bed between his wife's spread thighs.  I thought that he was about to enjoy sloppy seconds.  What he did was straight from my wildest fantasies.  He licked her cunt.

I watched with a mixture of fascination and horror, he was drinking my spunk from the golden cup between his wife's legs.  My cock was so hard, it hurt.  I took it in hand.  It was slippery with Victoria's juice and my own, the rest of which was being devoured by David.

Victoria came, several times in succession as his mouth moved from cunt to clit, back to cunt, then to her arsehole.  Eventuall she pushed him away.  Now surely he was going to fuck her, his cock was as hard as mine and still full of spunk.  Victoria had other ideas.

"Suck David's cock." 

She ordered.  Who, me?

"Suck him, suck him off."

She demanded.  Blame it on the grass fumes.  I had a sudden urge to do as she asked.  I had often wondered what it was like to have a cock stretching your mouth, how it felt when the spunk suddenly floods you, why so many women like it.  I took Davids cock in my hand and closed my lips around it.

He tried to fuck my face, his thin tool forcing deep, I couldn't breathe.  I pulled away, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and continued sucking, now in control.  Victoria was shouting encouragement;

"Spunk his mouth darling, feed him."

David did, generously.  I was sort of expecting it, but how can you if you don't know what to expect?  It filled my mouth, I couldn't swallow with my mouth open and I couldn't close my mouth because David's still spurting cock was in it.  There was so much.  Do I cum this much?  It ran from the corners of my mouth.  David pulled away and I was able at last to swallow. 

Victoria was not going to waste it, she licked it from my face, kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth to collect the dregs, then sucked her husbands cock clean.

David refilled our glasses and lit another spliff.  I mused on what I had just done.  Was it so bad?  It was frantic, over in a few seconds.  They say that you should try anything twice, in case you were wrong about it the first time.

Things calmed down.  I had another erection.  I was ready to go again.  I fondled Victoria's ripe tit, she gently stroked my cock.

"I think he's still hungry," she said, referring to my little, always hungry best friend.  "What would he like for seconds, more cunt, more mouth, or perhaps some arse?"

My cock jumped in her hand.

"Arse it is then," she said.  "On one condition.  David fucks your arse as you're doing mine."

My erection collapsed like a dream when you wake up.  Really?  As if sucking him off wasn't enough.  I enjoy being rimmed, being penetrated by a woman's finger.  I have even had a small dildo up there.  But a real cock.  Was the prize of Victoria's voluptuous arse worth it?

I think it was probably the wine and weed that said;

"Okay.  Add sodomy to my increasing list of sins."

So I found myself being the meat in the sandwich.  Victoria sucked both cocks alternately and tried to get both into her mouth together, we were giggling like idiots, off our heads with fumes, but both rock hard.  David rolled me onto my back and took over the responsibility for sucking my cock, my balls and rimming my arse, drilling deeply into it with his tongue.

"Ladies first," slurred Victoria.  "Lube me up Scotty."

She knelt on the bed, head down, arse up, her rosebud seeming to wink at me.  A dispenser of lubricant appeared from nowhere, I lubed Victoria, David lubed me. I positioned the tip of my cock against the inviting hole and pushed.  I popped in easily.  I tried a few exploratory strokes, then felt David's cock press insistantly against my own tight pucker.  I relaxed, he slid in, I squealed.  My erection softened, I almost slipped out.

"Don't you dare," scolded Victoria. "I need you to bugger me. Fill my arse with spunk."

I hardened again, David had clearly done this before.  He remained still.  As I pushed my cock into his wife's arse, my arse slid off his, only to slide home again on my backstroke.  It all seemed so natural, my cock was fucking Victoria's arse, mine was wanking David's cock.

I reached forward fo cup Victoria's swinging tits, she was using one hand to rub her clit.  She came first, I was not far behind, roaring as my cum spurted wildly into her.  She fell forward, causing me to slip out.  David held my hips and rammed me until I felt him spurt.

We lay in a tangle of limbs, panting, sweating, spunk and lubricant everywhere.  When I recovered enough, I took my clothes into the bathroom, cleaned up as well as I could and dressed.  I left them on the bed, snogging like newlyweds.

My plundered arse hurt for days, but I'm glad I did it.  Life is about experiences.  Try anything twice.

Would I?  Try it again?

Probably.