Dinner and a four-way

My wife and I had some friends over on a Saturday night. Ewan and Rick were a gay couple; Rick and my wife Marina had worked together for some time, though no longer, and we all got along famously. Ewan was tall and reasonably handsome, but slightly ditzy. Rick was short, balding but hilarious, slender and very quick-witted. They were dear friends and we always had a great time, making fruity girl drinks and cooking delectable gourmet meals together.

I also invited an old high school friend, Samara. Samara was a large black woman, with an extremely sexy voice and a very sexual personality. We had fooled around in back in our past, and had stayed good friends throughout the years. She was smart, funny and always had a sexy twinkle in her eye that I always found infectious.

Samara arrived first; she brought a bottle of wine and a dessert. I made her a cocktail and Marina, Samara and I chitchatted while we waited for our other guests to arrive. Less than an hour later, Rick and Ewan knocked at the door, bearing all manner of delicious food items and, of course, hauling most of their bar stock with them. Ewan and I whipped up Blue Hawaiians and Vodka Gimlets while Rick and Marina unpacked their foodstuffs and got to work prepping for the cookfest.

We all chatted and laughed in the kitchen while we each did our parts to make the meal: pork tenderloin with a peppercorn crust, asparagus, a nutty salad and a host of other goodies. Cocktails and laughter flowed and the kitchen filled with wonderful smells. Food preparations complete, we all retreated to the living room. Samara was always a bit of a “fag hag”, so needless to say she enjoyed our friends, and everyone seemed to get along quite well. Finally, the food was ready and we all settled down to an amazing feast and a fantastic bottle of robust red wine.

When we’d all eaten our fill, a highly motivated cleanup effort was made, and we were relaxing with yet more cocktails in our basement “rec room” minutes later. We popped in a scary movie with some forgettable title, and collectively enjoyed poking fun at the gaping plot holes and predictable plot devices. The alcohol continued to flow readily, and everyone was quite well lubricated by 10pm. My wife sat sandwiched between the boys on one leg of the black leather sectional, while I shared the other leg with my dear friend Samara. We put in some other movie, a comedy I think, and the laughter and drinking continued, even with frequent smoke breaks. Samara sat with her legs across my lap, and I massaged her feet and toes, while Marina and Rick cuddled on their end of the sofa. Ewan had moved to the floor to stretch out and had promptly lost his spot as my wife and Rick spread out on the spacious sectional.

Around midnight, Ewan rose and announced that, reluctantly, he had to leave to get up early for work in the morning. Rick had apparently driven separately, and was able to stay. We bid Ewan farewell, and after another smoke break, settled in for a third movie and another round of drinks. The lights had dimmed as well. My wife Marina struggled to stay awake, while Rick sat in alert attention to the TV. Samara had started to rub her legs across my crotch, and my cock was beginning to take notice. Marina was oblivious as she stared bleary-eyed at the glowing screen. I slid a hand under Samara’s large thigh and stroked her bare skin. She shifted and continued her slow, visibly imperceptible attempts to arouse me, with great success. I was quite erect at that point.

While we all stared at the TV, it was clear that no one was truly watching the film that was being shown. I was quite surprised to hear Rick say, “Let’s was some porno!” in his usual chipper tone. We all laughed, and I informed him that, regrettably we only had straight porn in the house. He leapt from his spot on the couch and bolted upstairs. He came down seconds later with a VHS cassette in his hand. He tossed it casually to me.

Laughing, I turned off the DVD and slid the cassette into the VCR and tapped Play. We were instantly greeted by the sounds of grunting men and the sight of an all-male threeway. We all shared an amused look of curiosity and returned our sights to the TV. I think we were all aroused rather quickly. My wife expressed her arousal verbally, and Rick’s was quite visually evident. Samara was biting her lower lip and her foot sat squarely on my cock, which pressed back angrily.

I had never harbored a deep interest in gay sex, and though I had questioned my own sexuality as an adolescent, I certainly knew where my area of primary sexual interest lay: in the domain of the female. But I was getting awfully turned on by this display. I popped up and offered to refill drinks. Rick and Samara accepted, and I crawled over the sectional to get to the bar. Alone near the bar, I rubbed at my shorts-constrained erection before finally getting about the business of bartending.

I returned with the three drinks and passed them out accordingly. This time, however, I sat down between Samara and Rick. It wasn’t a cozy fit, but Rick clearly noticed my sudden presence. Samara pulled a blanket up over her bare legs, and quickly dropped her hand onto my crotch. I twitched in surprise, and Rick’s eyes shifted at the sudden movement. I noticed him glancing down at my now blanket-covered groin and he smiled. He knew what was happening.

The porn, meanwhile, switched to a young blond man giving rather tender blowjob to a hairy-chested man. The sight was rather alien but undeniably erotic. Samara absentmindedly fondled my junk. For my part, I threw my arm around her neck and grabbed a handful of her monster left tit. Marina, thankfully, was on the other side of Rick and was completely engrossed in the videotape. Rick now turned his head and watched me fondle Samara’s large breast, then down at her groping hand in my groin. He then looked back at the screen. I then felt his hand go under the blanket and he surprised Samara by finding her errant hand. Then he found my cock pressing against my shorts and rubbed at it gently. I nearly moaned aloud at this double stimulation, but I kept my silence. I then extended the blanket to include Rick’s lap, then slipped my right hand underneath and found his stiff erection. Surprised, he lurched forward, then pretending he was shifting his posture, returned to his slouching recline against the sectional.

I pulled my hand off Samara’s hardened left nipple and slid it under the blanket. I dove my left hand between her legs and found the very warm, slightly damp crotch of her shorts. She moaned ever so softly, and Rick did the same as I worked my hand against his prick. I felt so horny rubbing at these two crotches, a wet pussy behind one and a hard cock behind the other.

Marina finally seemed to take notice of the hand play that was going on, and instead of becoming indignant and hurt, her eyes seemed to widen and she licked her lips absentmindedly. She stared at the masked movements of what had to be my right hand in Rick’s lap and then up at me and at him.

“That’s fuckin’ hot!” she exclaimed quite unexpectedly. “I’m sorry, guys, but that’s super fucking hot.”

At that, Rick, pulled back the blanket to expose my hand working at his khakis, his cock bulging almost grotesquely against his zipper. Marina gasped slightly and reached out to touch Rick’s cock through his pants as well. Then she noticed that my other hand was likely buried between Samara’s thighs. She looked hurt or angry for a moment, but then the look of absentminded lust returned and she smiled faintly in the bluish light of the TV.

Rick had always expressed his fascination with my wife’s very large breasts (she’s a big girl, too), and tonight he took it a step further.

“Jesus, Marina, let me see those tits! I’ve been envying those for years. Take ‘em out, girl.”

Marina responded as if she’d only been awaiting the word. She whipped her top off in one move, revealing her bra-encased chest, 36DD. Rick stared in disbelief and cooed his appreciation.

“Damn, honey, I wish I had a pair like that. Shit, take those fuckers out!”

Marina laughed and pulled her bra off, releasing her sizeable tits. They dropped like bricks from gravity, and her nipples hardened visibly as we other three stared in disbelief at her brazen actions.

“Oh, go ahead, Rick. I know you want to. Touch ‘em!”

Rick let go of my cock and sent both hands onto her bosom, staring in fascination.

“Must be a gay thing, I guess. I’m completely fascinated by these things. They’re so feminine!” he said, almost addressing her breasts directly.