And Brent Makes Three – Again

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I must have been only in a shallow state of sleep because I heard the doorknob being quietly turned and the pad of footsteps across the portion of oak floor, which silenced once he stepped upon the area rug. From the way the bed shifted, I could feel that he was sitting on my wife’s side. Then I heard him whisper.

“Are you awake?”

I decided not to move and feign continued sleep both to see what Brent might have in mind, but also to see what my wife Missy might be wanting.

Missy and I, newly married Tango dancers, had exchanged some of our fantasies during our courtship, and had elaborated upon them more explicitly since we were married. We had asked fellow Tanguero, Brent, to come last night to help us make some of those fantasies come to life.

Gentle Brent on the dance floor had become a more dominant, alpha male in our threesome. Our fantasy of the three of us working synergistically for our mutual arousal and gratification seemed to be secondary to his wish to dominate and control. So, although some of our fantasies were realized, we felt it was our lucky night that we escaped further humiliation. Because after coming inside my wife, he passed out, sparing us from more of his domineering style of sexuality. Which seemed to be the first thing he wanted to explain to Missy this morning.

“I have this condition called narcolepsy,” he whispered, “and sometimes when I get really emotional–excited, angry, and so forth–I go immediately into dream sleep. You know how sleep works, right? So because we don’t want to be acting out our dreams at night, our brain paralyzes us so that we can’t move in our sleep when we’re in the dream state.

“I have to say that last night was a first. I’ve had sex thousands of times and I’ve never passed out. And so something about you two, and our threeway together, raised my level of excitement to a point I have never reached before.

“I know we only know each other through our dance community and now from last night’s experience, but I’m sensing a deeper connection among the three of us. That maybe we are meant to be together for more than just a one night stand.”

I lay there, listening to him, not only explaining what happened last night, but making a case for doing something more in the future, maybe in the near future, and maybe this morning. I was about to roll over when I heard Missy respond.

“Thank you for being so honest Brent. I appreciate it, and I’m sure Mack will too. And perhaps how embarrassed you must have felt after last night and how difficult it must have been for you to confide in us about your medical condition.

“Well, as a matter of fact, in the aftermath, with you lying there motionless, but breathing, we figured it was from drinking. And Mack finished what you had so arousingly started, by taking me for one of my pleasures, and then by feasting on all of your combined cums for another.

“When Mack and I came up to bed, we reminisced about the night and how happy we were with the outcome and initially we were unsure if we wanted any other of our fantasies brought to life with your participation, but we had agreed that we would at least sleep on it.

“I must admit that I was more than a little intrigued about one other fantasy, and I think Mack may have been as well, but we should ask him to speak for himself when he awakens.”

“I’m awake. I’ve been listening to your conversation. And yes, thanks Brent for letting us know what the heck happened last night.”

I had been lying on my left side facing away from the door, and I turned my head and shoulders to my right to look at Brent sitting at Missy’s knees with one hand on her left kneecap.

He was naked, his hefty working man’s build on full display. He had a little belly protuberance, maybe from too many burgers and beer, but even more noticeable was his cock. It was still coated with Missy, our lubrication, and his come which had dried in a translucent coating of the full length of his prominent phallus.

“So Mack, how are you feeling this morning about enlarging our fantasy realization experience,” Missy inquired.

“What say you, MackyBoy?” Brent echoed, moving his paw up and down Missy’s thigh, more rapidly, as if he couldn’t wait to begin again.

I had to urinate quite badly and was having a reflex erection from that urge, so turning over in bed and lying on my back, tented the sheet and communicated the wrong message.

“I’d say he was into it, Missy. Look at that hard on.”

‘I say ‘no comment,’ as it’s from having to piss really badly.’

They both laughed.

I got up not attempting to hide my erection, which was the perfect size for Missy, she had proclaimed, but clearly less than what Brent was in possession of. I walked into the bathroom, shut the door, and after a few minutes was able to start my stream. When finished, I opened it a little and asked,

“MissyLove, do you have to go or should I flush?”

“You two are so sweet together. And I feel so privileged to be invited into your loving mecidiyeköy escort home,” Brent intoned, but it seemed that if it were really genuine there was a little sarcastic overtone.

“Yes. I need to use the bathroom. Bring me a robe, will you please, Mack?”

I grabbed mine from the back of the door, donned it, and retrieved Missy’s as well. As I walked toward the bed, I saw Brent slide his hand up a little higher over her sheeted thigh, to touch her groin. She put her hand on top of his, removed it, sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts as she turned away from Brent and scooted across our queen toward me. She took the robe from me and covered herself without giving Brent any other view but her naked back.

“We’re going to use the bathroom and shower, Brent. Why don’t you use the shower downstairs and get dressed for breakfast,” I suggested, in more of an authoritative voice than a polite request. “We can talk more while we eat.”

We heard him leave, closing the bedroom door as he did so. Safely out of earshot, we began our conversation.

“So you seem ready for another go around?”

“Mack, I know he’s a bit overbearing. His masculine energy was pretty intense…”

“And his domineering attitude, pretty annoying.”

Missy approached me, her robe gaping from the tie sliding loose. She undid it completely, then undid mine, and slid her arms around my back and into a full body hug.

“What I love about you, Mack, is your boundless generosity, your willingness to please. To please me in fulfilling my fantasies for sure, but in all the many ways you do so in being my husband. I hope you feel the same about me, because I want to please you in everything I do, too.

“And I have to say that I saw the way you were giving head to Brent last night. That your effort to please him was on full display!”

She was right. Along the spectrum of dominant-submissive, I tended to be more submissive. I often viewed it as being more feminine than masculine which initially frightened me, being concerned that I was abnormal.

I was one of those guys who found out later in life that my attraction for men as well as for women, was common enough that I could feel that I was not really that weird. And while I enjoyed gaining the attention of women, I especially liked being looked over by men, particularly when they smiled afterwards.

I had a physique that was certainly masculine in many ways: a distinctive beard, broad shoulders, an average size cock and balls. But I also had more prominent hips and some mannerisms and gestures which had caused the kids in middle school to tease me, calling me a fem. As I grew into adulthood, I realized that some of the feminine characteristics of sensitivity, compassion, and listening made me attractive to women. And some of those masculine traits of competitiveness, drive, and perseverance helped me to become successful in my career.

So when there was a man who was clearly more physically masculine than I, the competitive side of me made sure that I could find in me one or more abilities, making me superior to him. Then I could feel secure with my less masculine/ more feminine side with him. With Brent last night, I knew I was obviously a better Tango dancer than he. So when his masculinity definitely overshadowed mine, there were still abilities of mine that overshadowed his which allowed me to relax into my more submissive side and therefore to share my Missy with him last night.

“I like your feminine submissive side, but I also know your masculine dominant side too. And you have the perfect blend of each for me, my Macky.”

Her nakedness against mine was doing as much persuasion as her words, yet I still had concerns.

But I let her continue.

“So I’m thinking this. And tell me honestly if you disagree. We have him here. He was pretty good at fulfilling our first fantasies last night. And we each still have another fantasy which we want to fulfill. Well, I do. And I think you do too.”

She slid her hands down my back and onto my buttocks, then her right hand slid down onto the back of my left thigh, over to my anus, and her fingers rode up between my crease gliding across my bud. She repeated the action with her left hand then with both palms resting on my globes, she provocatively pulled my cheeks apart.

“Am I right?”

I love that about my Missy. She knows me so well, that she can convince me of almost anything with the right words, tone–and body language. And my love software, becoming hard ware, was perpetually programmed to please her.

“I’m thinking about it, Missy. Let’s talk some more at breakfast.” Already, though, I was formulating a plan.

We both used the bathroom, showered, and dressed. Brent was already in the kitchen opening cabinets and drawers, apparently searching for something.

“Where do you keep the coffee?”

Missy and I exchanged glances, at his seemingly making-himself-at-home behavior, then beşiktaş escort she went over to a lower drawer and took out a bag of newly roasted beans.

We ate a simple breakfast, and sat around the kitchen table talking, initially about Tango, some of the dancers we liked, places we’d been to dance, and so on. Brent politely interrupted to say that he had scheduled something for this afternoon and wanted to know if he should cancel it. Which catapulted us into the discussion that we had been tactfully avoiding.

Missy looked at me and said she would be into something if Mack were, too. And although I started out a little hesitantly, I gathered momentum as I spoke, asking how the other two would feel if we did something special?

This new insight into my relatively new wife was making me feel intrigued, but also a little wary. Aroused, but a little anxious. A wanting to please her. A not wanting to disappoint her. And a not feeling completely at ease with Brent. It was all too weird. Otherworldly. And I needed to create a little exotic atmosphere. Maybe get a little control back. Or, on the other hand, maybe to escape into some ethereal place.

I suggested that we begin a little differently than last night. Start out with a playlist of music from the Middle East. That we all dress in Syrian prayer scarves or wraps. Burn some incense. And…that we all get a little high.

Missy beamed and readily agreed, voicing her enthusiastic approval. Brent initially looked a little puzzled, but when Missy went along so eagerly, Brent did as well.

So after cleaning up breakfast, brushing our teeth and with each of us wearing a wrap–I loaned one to Brent–we met in the guest room downstairs where we had had our three-way last night. Missy lit a stick of incense, and I began the playlist. Then we sat in a circle on the carpet of the guest room.

Missy produced the joint which she had rolled, lit it, took a deep inhale and passed it to Brent. He did likewise and passed it to me. I leaned over and took Missy’s exhale shotgun style, held it in my lungs, then exhaled, and passed the joint back to Missy.

“Too strong for you, Mack?” Brent asked.

“Burns my throat. Makes me cough if I take it straight from the joint.”

“You’ll get used to it,” replied Brent.

I never had.

After we each had three tokes, I was feeling pretty good. But Missy took a fourth and so did Brent, so I took one more shotgun from Missy.

“This is a good idea, Mack. I like the mood that your music is providing and the incense you’re burning, Missy. Also, I’m liking the nice buzz I’m getting on.

“So tell me Missy what would you like this morning?”

Missy elaborated on her fantasy, and Brent nodded and said he could see that happening. But when Brent looked over at me for mine, I hesitated.

Brent broke the silence with a calm assurance,

“No need to say it, Mack. I know what it is you want by the way you stripped for us last night.” He gave me a little smile and then glanced at Missy who smiled back.

He was right. I had flirted with him last evening. It was a power/surrender interaction which I came to know well in my lifetime of dealing with people. Often they are paradoxical. By taking a more submissive approach, a person can often gain power. So last evening, I compared our masculinity and concluded he was definitely more powerful in that sense than I. But my submissive side flirted with him in a seductive way, and by the way he looked back at me, I could tell that I was gaining a sexual sway over him.

“Let’s stand up,” Missy encouraged. I could tell from the dreamy look in her eyes that she was feeling the early effects of the pot. “I feel like a gentle breeze, and I’m flowing through my two men, standing like tall trees.”

Missy began moving to the music, and with her arms outstretched, she glided between us and flowed in a figure of eight around and around, touching us lightly on our bare backs then across our bare chests. Brent responded in imitation, grazing his hands across her covered breasts, her back, her waist, and buttocks when she passed within reach.

“My big strong branches are holding firm in the breeze, but my leaves are fluttering. And my big root is anchoring my trunk.

Nothing subtle about Brent. I took the higher plane, letting my fingers stroke her clean hair, her neck, her shoulders.

It wasn’t long before our movements loosened the wraps from our waists and Missy’s from around her breasts. And nakedly dancing we let our hands go to places newly uncovered. Both Brent and I had healthy erections, his of course was leaking his voluminous clear fluid while mine was dry.

“Hope you two are getting thirsty,” he began. “Because I got enough refreshments coming for both of you.”

His taunts were followed by a silly laugh. I surmised he was feeling the effects of our smoke as well. I certainly was.

“I got to lay down,” said Missy. She succumbed easily to pot, but etiler escort lying down meant she was ready to have her arousal enhanced.

I think we were all ready for recumbancy. And arousal enhancement. Brent wasted no time in affirming that.

“OK, you two lovebird cocksuckers. Time to do some love-sucking on the object of your desire.”

He lay on his back, crossed his arms behind his head, and let his big cock do the talking. Oozing from the tip, the clear viscous liquid briefly pooled, before it ran down over the rim of his prominent glans, streaking down his meaty shaft.

I had had the experience last night and with my heightened sensations from getting high, I was eager to start supping. Missy had watched me last night, but for some reason right now seemed to be hesitant, judging from her reluctance to make a play for him before I did.

So I preceded her and kissed Brent’s wet cock first, to verify my memory from last night. Then I started in, maybe with too much enthusiasm saying,

“Missy, you gotta help me with this big serving.”

The marijuana was definitely getting the better of me, and I started licking his shaft and swallowing all of his pre-come with a reckless abandon. Making those guttural sounds of a ravenous carnivore.

“That’s it MackyBoy. Gobble me all up. You better hurry up MissyGirl or you’re gonna miss it all. Your MackyBoy is such a hog not sharing anything with you. And he laughed heartily making his cock shake riotously.

And then he continued his rant in an amped up way reminiscent of last night,

“So, MissyGirl, this is your big chance to enjoy something, maybe you have never had, and never will, with your dry-cock MackyBoy. Don’t let your boy hog my hog. And he laughed again.

Whatever changed Missy’s attitude–maybe she saw my vigor and decided to play along, or maybe her hunger for his big meat was more than she could resist–but she immediately moved her gorgeous body over toward his big cock and joined me.

“Hey! Save some for me,” she declared, and we began tandemly tonguing his swelling cock, taking turns kissing the head and licking the shaft, and then kissing each other.

Even though I had been reluctant to have a second go at things, doing something like this cooperatively with my Missy got me even harder. And I was trusting it got Missy even wetter.

“Swing your ass around this way MissyGirl. I want to see which hole I get to go in.”

Missy obeyed his crude request and swung herself around so that now her tail end was up near where his face was. I shifted myself so that my behind was toward his feet so Missy and I could still take turns bobbing on his cock.

“Somebody’s getting pretty aroused here MackyBoy. Where is the lubrication you were using last night?”

I broke off my fellatio to retrieve it from the side table.

“Squirt some in my hand here and let me go to work on that butt hole of your wife.”

Like Missy, I acquiesced to his domineering request, and I saw him ladle his handful of liquid onto Missy’s sacrum and coccyx watching it drip down the anus and then coat a portion of her nether lips. Brent used the hand with the lube to start massaging her anus and the other hand to catch some of the dripping Astroglide. He then began inserting two fingers into her vagina using his thumb to tickle her clitoris in the process.

“Oh yeah!” Missy exhaled, and I returned to Brent’s cock alternately licking it, bobbing on it, and kissing Missy deeply with my tongue.

I poured some of the lubricant in my hand and began coating my cock as well. I think I was going to have to take the lead here with directing, as I could see Missy succumbing to the pleasures that she was receiving from both ends.

Remembering Missy felt pain from intercourse with Brent’s big cock last night, I, in no way, wanted his DP participation to be in her lovely anus. So when Brent announced that he was ready to give Missy her fantasy and asked me if I was ready too, I thought she ought to ride him to let her control the depth of penetration.

“So big guy,” I began in a flattering way, and I poured some liquid lube on his erection, encircling my hand and firmly stroking it as well as his ego.

“My Missy told me that she loved having your big cock in her pussy and wanted that again. You took her right to the edge, and if you had not passed out, you might’ve pushed her over the brink into that first blissful moment. So I think she would like a reprise of your big man cock inside her pussy.

“So why doesn’t she ride you right now and when she’s had her first rapture I’m gonna go inside her ass and give her a second one.”

“That right MissyGirl? So you like my big cock? Could be hard to get used to your boy’s smaller one if you get too much of mine you know.”

Brent was developing a laugh after every comment. This was no exception. I thought Missy played right along, and I loved her for it.

“Yeah Brent. I’ve never had anyone as big as you. And, you’re right, I may not be able to get enough.”

I did wonder though if that may in fact be true. That not only would she get used to any discomfort from his king size cock, but might actually come to crave it.

So, on her hands and knees she switched orientations and positioned herself across Brent’s stretched out body and hovered her lubricated cunt over his mammoth cock.