Ever since I was first sucked off by a girlfriend, properly that is, coming in her mouth, I had wondered what it would be like to suck a cock and to have it, or it's owner, come in my mouth.  My wife Lyn, often teased me about it after sucking me off, saying things like,

“I can feel your cum hitting the back of my throat as you spurt, feel it slide down, thick and warm.  A bit slimy, but I like it.  You would too, his cock would swell in your mouth, then wham!  A lovely snack of clotted cream.”

More recently, Lyn had persuaded me to let her peg  me and I had grown to like it.  She enjoys being buggered and can orgasm from it, so pegging was a natural progression.  But she says that a dildo, however realistic, is no substitute for a real live cock.

So that left me pondering two, smouldering if not actually burning, questions, what's it like to suck someone off and what's it like to be fucked in the arse?  Questions that would quite possibly never be answered.  The idea of sex with a man was repulsive.

We had dabbled in what people call swinging, inasmuch as we had tried foursomes.  I had fucked other women while Lyn watched, I had watched Lyn sucking other men's cocks and being fucked.  I had experienced sloppy seconds, I had watched Lyn make love to other women, but I never had sex of any kind with a man.

“He will want to bugger you of course.”

Lyn had said as she fucked my arse doggy style, with a strap-on.

“And he'll fill your arsehole with his hot spunk.”

It was too much, untouched by hand, my bursting cock jerked once and discharged wastefully onto the bedsheet.  I rolled onto my back panting, she lay beside me, still wearing the strap-on.  I fondled a tit and said,

“If only women had cocks.  Real ones.”

“Some women do.”

She replied.  It took some time for me to realise what she meant,  shemales, he-shes, chicks with dicks, or are they guys with tits?  The best of both worlds?  My cock was hard again.

“That seems to have caught your attention,” quipped Lyn, “taking it it her hand.”

She sucked it back to life, then mounted it, riding us both to orgasm.  Still wearing the strap-on,waving like a flag in time to my thrusts.

The next day, we trawled the site that we had used for our foursomes.  There was a big section for bisexuals, a much smaller one for what we were looking for.  We contacted a few.  Only one responded, but it was our first choice.  If her, or his, photographs were to be believed, he/she could easily pass for a woman in her early thirties.  We arranged to meet for a meal at nearby pub.

I am going to call him, Carol, she, from now on, to avoid confusion, because there was absolutely no indication that she was anything but.  She turned heads as she walked in, looked around, saw us, waved and walked over to our table.  She was Viagra on legs, the men in the room must have been envious of me, two beautiful women, all mine.

Throughout the evening, I tried to detect any indication that she was in fact, male.  Nothing.  No sign of a bulge in the crutch area.  If she really did have male tackle, it must have been very small.  She was good company, confident, slightly flirty.  She said that she dated both men and women, and occasionally couples.  While we were waiting for the dessert to arrive, we asked if we had met her requirements, could we meet again?  She leaned close and said,

“Just to be clear, which one of you will I be fucking?”

“Him,” said Lyn.  “Well, let's say him first.”

Carol laughed.  Lyn whispered something to her which made her smile.  She nodded.  We arranged for her to come to our house the following Saturday.  Lyn insisted on no sex for two days before, adding,

“And no wanking.”

Carol arrived on time, by taxi.  We had drinks.  I needed Dutch courage, I was a nervous wreck.  Carol asked to use the bathroom and swayed away on her stilletto heels.  The shoes were the tell, she was about the same build as Lyn, but her feet were bigger.  She was away for ages, making me even more nervous.  She returned and said, directly to me,

“I know, you're having second thoughts.  It's normal.    Unzip me, then see how you feel about it.”

Lyn obliged.  Carol let her dress fall to the floor and kicked it aside.  Beneath it was mouth-wateringly sexy underwear, lacy bra, lacy briefs, suspender belt supporting seamed, deep-welt stockings.  She removed the bra.  And there was tell number two.  Her tits were just too perfect.  The bra had simply been for show. Her golden globes needed no support.  Although quite small, they had no right to be that buoyant.  She lifted each to show us the very faint enhancement scars.

The knickers were next.  A sizeable, flaccid cock swung into view.  Tell number three.   And hard to miss.  I was shocked, I had been expecting something much smaller, this thing was the size of my own, if not bigger, and sure enough, balls to match.  Lyn, forgetting her manners as hostess, asked,

“Where have you been hiding that thing?

“Trans tape,” Carol replied.  “Keeps everything tucked up until required, but I have known it to fail if my hard-on is powerfully enough.  The alternative is special underwear called a Gaff, but I find them uncomfortable.”

She did a twirl for us and said,

“Shall we make a start, or have you changed your mind.”

I was wavering.  My mind had not been fully made up since she arrived.  My cock had stiffened as soon as she shed her dress, strengthened when she revealed her tits, but shrunk when that impressive cock and balls had appeared.  I was confused.

Lyn was not.

“Bedroom.”

She said.  She led the way, I brought up the rear, carrying a fresh bottle of wine, a perfect female arse at eye level, but with glimpses of scrotum as she climbed the stairs.  Carol stretched herself out on bed and said,

“I've shown you mine…”

Lyn and I undressed.  Carol hooked a finger at me.

“Come and explore,” she said.  “I won't break.”

I joined her on the bed, her cock had filled out, as had my own.  I reached for her tits.  They felt real. Whoever had done the reconstruction was a genius.  I bent to suck the nipples.  Her hand was on my cock, which by now had overcome it's shyness.

“Nice one.”

She said.  She went to kiss me, but I turned my head away, I was not yet ready to kiss a man, might not ever be, and for all the smooth skin and perfect tits, her by now rigid cock proved that she most certainly was male.  I took it in my hand.  Uncircumcised.  A clone of my own, but it felt completely different.

“Suck it,” she said.  “That's what you want isn't it?”

I knew now what Lyn had whispered to her in the pub.

“Would you like me to suck yours, sixty-nine?”

I shook my head.  Lyn and I sixty-nine occasionally, but we both find it distracting.  We enjoy giving as much as receiving, so like to concentrate on the job in hand.  Besides, me sucking cock was the reason we were here.  Did I still want to?  Well, no.  Not really.  I was horrified by the idea, but knew that it was going to happen, and soon.

I had tasted my own spunk, who hasn't?  Lyn loves me to lick it off after I have come on her, and I have sucked it from her cunt after fucking her.  Also from the women I have fucked during our foursomes, but although I have pushed my cock into cunts filled with other men’s, I have never been brave enough to clean up after another man.  Nor had I tasted it straight from the source.  This was about to change, there was the not so small matter of the cock in my hand, Carol’s.

Lyn had joined us on the bed, for a closer view.  Her fingers were busy between her legs.  She took Carol's cock in her other hand hand, peeled the foreskin right back and said,

“Suck it, or I will.”

It was now or never.  I opened my mouth wide and enclosed the shining purple plum.  It was done.  It filled my mouth, the feeling of it not remotely like a dildo.  I tried to take it deep, pushing my lips out so that I was touching, no, kissing, Carol's balls.  Now for the real test.  I let it slide out of my mouth until just the tip was inside, wrapped my hand around the shaft and wanked as I sucked, Lyn's preferred tequnique to make me come.

It worked.  Carol touched my head to warn me and then my mouth was flooded with thick, warm spunk.  So much.  I tried to contain it, but it escaped and wet my finger's.  Lyn's voice, deep and husky with lust, said softly,

“Swallow it.”

I did.  I imagine that it must be like swallowing a warm, raw egg, although I never have.  Resisting the gag reflex, I swallowed the lot.  Only afterwards did I notice the taste, lingering in my mouth.  Not a strong taste, difficult to describe, unique.

Lyn took a handful of my hair and kissed me, her tongue searching for dregs.  She broke the kiss and husked,

“That was the sexiest thing that I have ever seen, I must have come six times or more.”

She then proceeded to suck Carol's now depleted cock clean.  Satisfied, she then kissed her.  A long, lingering kiss.  When they came up for air, Carol said to me,

“Your turn now, your balls must be bursting, what would you like?”

It was true, after what for me was prolonged abstinence, my balls ached, my cock was painfully hard.  I needed relief.  But how?

“Shall I suck you off?”

Carol suggested.

“Or would you like to fuck my arse?  I'd like that, but I want to taste spunk so we could do both.  Don't come when you fuck me and I'll finish you with my mouth.  Better still, fuck your wife and I'll suck your spunk from her cunt.”

I almost came on the spot.  How deliciously perverse, and although Lyn had wanked herself continuously while I was sucking Carol, she must have been in need of a good fucking.  I looked at Lyn, she nodded.  Carol positioned herself head to tail, to watch.  How I managed to get my straining cock all the way up Lyn's clasping cunt, I will never know, but I managed.

It was never going to be anything more than a relief fuck, a primer for things to come.  I fucked like a man possessed, coming as Lyn came, firing my precious gift deep inside her orgasming cunt.  Perfection.

Carol gently slapped my arse, reminding me that she wanted the result of our frantic coupling.  Reluctantly, I withdrew my still hard cock, dripping with our combined juices.  Carol sucked it clean before turning to Lyn.  My spunk was oozing from Lyn's still gaping cunt, she was spread impossibly wide waiting for Carol's tongue,  Carol went down and noisily devoured her feast.

I felt ready to come again, I took my sticky cock in hand and wanked it, wondering where my next load would end up.  I was not expecting what happened next.  Carol somehow magicked a condom and rolled it over her own re-energised cock, Lyn took the cock and fed it into herself.

I released my cock, I was very close to losing it.  I had watched Lyn being fucked several times, I had seen her with another woman on top, tit to tit, cunt to cunt, but this was better, tit to tit, but with a real cock driving into her cunt.  A threesome for two!  Pity about the condom, at that moment I would have happily drunk Carol's cum front Lyn's cunt.

Lyn came yet again, closely followed by Carol, grunting as she came. She pulled out, the well filled condom drooping from her cock.  She turned to me, nodded at my throbbing cock and said,

“What are you planning to do with that?”

I really had no idea, so may choices, but I had to decide soon or it would burst.  Lyn decided.

“Fuck Carol's arse.”

She suggested.

“I'd like that very much.”

Added Carol.  That settled it.  It would mean wearing a condom, but I had never fucked a man.  Lyn frequently opened the back door for me, and I had enjoyed it that way with some of our foursomes partners, but the females, never the males.

Carol fitted the condom using her mouth, Lyn produced the lubricant and did the honours, for both of us.  Carol wanted it from behind, doggy fashion.  Lyn guided my weapon to its target.  Entry was easy, Carol's man-cunt well accustomed to intruders.  I quickly realised the advantages of this position, not only did I have a fine pair of tits for my hands to enjoy, but a fully erect cock.  I availed myself of both.

This, my second coming, took longer than my first.  With Carol's erect cock in my hand, I realised that I was in fact wanking another man.  Could I make it come?  I could, and did.  Carol spurted generously onto the sheets of our spare bed, I was not far behind.  I was enjoying myself, why had I not done this before?  Did a pair of artificial tits make that much difference?

Carol declared herself spent, but we arranged to meet up for another session.  In bed later, after she had gone, Lyn said,

“Well?”

“Isn't it obvious?”  I replied.  “ Don't gloat, you knew that I would be converted.”

“So the next foursome we have, you will be hard up the arse of the man rather than the female?”

“Only if he has tits.  And I don't want a foursome, Carol is the best of everything.  But what about you, did you enjoy the experience?”

“I did, but I knew that would.  The only thing missing for me was the taste of cunt, I've grown to like it.

We agreed to see how our next meeting with Carol went, then decide what we would try next.