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Subject: {ASSM} "Jota and Her Hubby" (MMF bi creampie) by Creampie Eater
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Jota and Her Hubby
------------------

Things have been slow at the office.  So slow, in
fact, that I have taken Thursdays and Fridays off for
the past couple weeks.  Last Friday, I met my friend
Jota (see "My Friend Jota" and "My Friend Jota
(revisited)" for other stories about her) for lunch. 
My wife was out of town to her mother's, my kids were
in school, and I had free time.  Free time is always
dangerous for me, as it is truly the Devil's
Playground.

I arrived a few minutes early, after downloading porn
all morning.  Of course, I was horny as hell.  I had
with me a CD filled with my stories and some special
videos, a couple pages of bisexual (MMF) printed
thumbnails, and my digital camera.  Not seeing Jota, I
went to the loo and used the camera to take a pic of
me with my pants down, then stuffed it back into my
pocket.  Yeah, I was too horny and making myself
hornier.

When I came out, there she was, looking out at the
parking lot and waiting for me to arrive.  I surprised
her from behind, and we hugged.  She looked terrific,
tanned and smiling.  She had recently changed jobs,
and that clearly was a good move for her.

My wife is intensely jealous of Jota, so we don't get
much chance to catch up except for the occasional
lunches.  We talked for a while about her new job, and
chatted about our kids.  Then, conversation took a
raunchy turn, as it always does.

I gave her the CD and the thumbnails of the bisexual
action photos on the CD.  She looked them over, and
put the stuff away after properly studying it.  "So,
what's new?" she asked.

"Well, I am thinking about sex with a guy," I told
her.

"That's nothing new!" she laughed.  "You've been
thinking about that since we met."

"I know," I admitted, "but I am almost ready to
overcome my fears."

"So what do you want to do?" she asked.  She loves to
hear me explain in detail about sex.  Truth is, my
earliest stories were written as an attempt to arouse
Jota.  She always liked my work.

So, I told her about my latest fantasies, and how I
had taken to downloading video clips featuring
blowjobs.  "I've been thinking I'd like a guy to cum
in my mouth," I said in conclusion.

"Whatever for?" she asked, disgusted.  Jota wasn't big
on giving blowjobs, especially if they ended with a
spurt.  "Believe me, I've tried it and it isn't fun." 
We both chuckled.

"There's two things.  First, I'd like to know if I can
do it."

She interrupted.  "I've seen you swallow some mighty
big dildos," she said.  "I know you can do it."

"I'm not sure I can make a guy cum, though," I said,
expressing a secret fear.

She actually laughed.  "Damn, it don't take nuttin' to
make a guy cum!  Hell, you guys cum if the wind
blows!"

I laughed with her, because it was true.  Guys don't
take much encouragement to reach orgasm.  I was still
not sure I could make them cum, but I was now willing
to think I could.

"The other reason is that I like cum," I said.

"I know you do," she said.   Her tone implied "but I
think you are fucking crazy".  I knew it wasn't her
thing, but I also knew she got turned on by things
that also disgusted her.  Like a lot of people, the
taboo acts were the most sexually fascinating.  "Which
reminds me; do you still like eating creampies?" she
asked.

"Yeppers," I said, matter-of-factly.  Jota was one of
the few people that I could take frankly with about
that.  Hell, I had at one time eaten a creampie out of
her.

"Any luck meeting someone?" she asked.

I told her about my poor luck, and how I had failed to
meet anyone.  She asked if I had done this or that,
and I had.  I had advertised on the 'net, in special
Houston Yahoo! Groups, in loads of places.  I had
offered to give oral sex with no favor in return. 
Jota seemed very surprised that I couldn't meet
anyone, and assured me that I wasn't to blame. 
"People must just love the fantasy," she said,
confirming my own explanation.  We both shrugged.

We munched a bit more, and I showed her my camera. 
She was interested, especially when I showed her the
pic I had taken in the washroom.  Then I asked if she
would go take a similar picture of herself.  I could
tell she liked the idea, and she got up and went to
the ladies room.  She returned a couple minutes later,
and I looked at the pictures she took.  Like me, she
had taken the picture in the mirror, so that her face
was obscured by the flash.  Her jeans and panties were
down around her knees.  It was a neat souvenir; just
something kinky I had thought about; a shared secret.

"Thanks," I told her, smiling.  "You always were
pretty cool."

"Don't send that to anyone," she warned.

"I won't," I promised.

"I was thinking in the potty," she said slowly.  "I
know a couple who I might introduce you to."  She went
on to explain that a friend of her niece knew a
couple.  The husband had been fired after 18 years on
the job.  The reason: he had been arranging swapping
parties on company time.  He and his wife swung pretty
frequently, and he had posted pictures and stories
from his office computer.  In the end, the company
just fired him and gave him twenty minutes to clear
out his desk.  "Maybe I could hook you up with them,"
she offered.

"Well, thanks," I smiled, "but no thanks.  I'd rather
try on my own for a little while longer."  As I said
it, I wondered if maybe I too was only interested in
the fantasy.  That would surely require more thought.

We said our good-byes, and she went back to work while
I went home to take care of the erection I'd had for
the last hour.

A couple weeks went by, and school got out.  Jota
works for the school district, so a couple days after
the students got out, she did too.  Things got a
little busier at the office, but I still got Friday
afternoons off.  So when a Friday arrived and Jota
called in the morning, I was happy to talk to her.

"Can you get away this afternoon?" she asked.

"Need your computer worked on?" I asked teasingly.  I
was her and her husband's ('Dufus', we call him)
computer problem solver.  They had more computer
problems than anyone else I knew.  I suspected it was
because of the crappy AOL software they insisted on
using, despite moving on to broadband.

"Well, yes, but that's not why I called."

"OK, then what?" I asked.

"Are you still thinking of giving a BJ?" she asked. 
Her voice trembled a little; she was hot!

"Yeah, if the time is ever right," I answered.

"Well, I have some news for you," she said, her voice
throaty and low.  "If you want it, the right time is
this afternoon."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice shaking with
excitement.

"When I got home after we had lunch, I asked Dufus if
he'd ever thought about letting a guy blow him.  He
said 'no', but that he wasn't opposed to the idea.  I
told him I knew a guy who wanted to try sucking off
another man, and asked if Dufus would let him."

"No way!" I hissed.  She was too much!

"Way!" she chuckled.  "He asked me who it was, and I
told him that it was a secret.  So, for the last
couple weeks we have been negotiating.  Today he'll
let me blindfold him and tie him down so he can't take
the blindfold off.  Then, he'll let this strange guy
blow him.  How does that sound?"

It sounded too good to be true.  It was exactly like
what I would do if I could script a fantasy.  Now it
was up to me, and I didn't know what to do.  Did I
want to make my fantasy come true, or did I want to
just keep enjoying the mental fantasy?

"What will you be doing?" I asked her, delaying having
to make a decision.

"I might just watch," she replied in that damned
casual tone of hers.  "Or, I might sit on his face to
make sure the blindfold stays on."  She let me think
about it for ten seconds, which seemed like an
eternity.  "So, yes or no?" she asked.

I swallowed hard, knowing it was time to put up or
shut up forever.  "What time?" I asked.

I arrived at their house at 12:30, horny and nervous
in equal parts.  As per her directions, I went in the
front door and climbed the stairs to the upper floor. 
Their bedroom door was closed, in case one of their
kids should unexpectedly come home from their summer
jobs.  As such, it was the last chance I had to back
out.  I almost did.

I knocked ("shave and a haircut, two bits"), and was
told to come in.  I was unprepared for what I saw.

As she had said, Dufus was on his back, tied spread
eagle to the bed.  His eyes were covered with gauze
balls that were taped in place, and then loosely
covered with a blindfold of panty-hose.  I had
expected that.  I didn't expect that Jota would be
astride him, riding reverse cowgirl.  I thought that
he would be laying there, naked with his cock erect
and waiting.  I didn't know she would be fucking him. 
She held a finger to her lips, reminding me not to say
anything.

"He's here Dufus," she said.  Of course, she didn't
really call him Dufus; she used his real name.  I'm
just calling him Dufus so you won't be confused.

"Really?" he grunted, for Jota was sliding back and
forth, forcing his cock to go in and out most
pleasurably.

"Yeah, and he's watching us now," she purred.  Jota
had always been shy and demure, but now she was a
veritable sex kitten.  Maybe being with her hubby gave
her confidence.  "Come here and get to work," she said
to me, pausing in her fucking and crooking a finger.

I moved closer and she grabbed my face between her
hands.  She pulled me into a deep, deep kiss.  Then,
she urged me down to where she and Dufus were joined. 
It was a slap of reality for me.  First I smelled the
sex they were making, pungent, powerful, sweet, and
sweaty.  Then I saw her pussy, lightly covered as it
was with her downy fur.  She had always had a sparse
covering, but now she was trimmed as well.  I knew she
did it for me, because she knew I loved eating her
pussy even more when it was well maintained.  Then
came the real shock: seeing his cock.

It's kinda funny.  I had known Jota and Dufus for
years.  When I first moved to Houston, and before my
wife got all catty and territorial, they were our
first friends.  We went to their bay house a lot, and
partied quite a bit with them.  I know I must have
seen Dufus piss on a tree or something.  Even so, I
was not prepared to see his cock.  Somehow, he was
bigger and more veined than I imagined.  The word that
comes to mind is "meaty."  He had a meaty sausage
between his legs, and most of it was now crammed into
Jota.  It was shocking to think I would dare taste an
old friend's meat.  And yet, I would.

Jota, growing impatient with me, nudged my face into
her pussy.  I lightly kissed her clit while I worked
up the courage to touch him.  Of course, it was
inevitable with her rocking back and forth.  Soon, I
found my tongue touching his shaft, sliding over the
veins as I licked it and Jota's clit.

"Suck his balls," Jota hissed, and I looked up to see
that she was peering down at me.  Her face was covered
with a sheen of sweat, and her eyes were filled with a
lusty fire.  I looked down to observe his balls, which
were also larger than I would have imagined.  Unlike
Jota, Dufus did not maintain his pubes, and so I found
my tongue swirling over his furry nutsack.  The taste
was mostly of manly crotch sweat, combined with a thin
cover of her juices.  I liked at them, then sucked one
of them between my lips.

"Damn baby," Dufus whined.  "I thought he was going to
blow me.  If he keeps this up, I'll cum inside you."

"No te preocupe," she murmured.  "Don't worry.  You're
gonna cum in me and then he'll make sure you get a
second orgasm."  She looked down at me, and winked.

Now I understood her plan.  I was going to have a
fully pleasurable afternoon, doing two things I had
dreamed of: blowing another man, and eating a man's
cum from my lover.  Jota was exceptionally
considerate!

Before he came, I had my first taste of Dufus.  Jota
rose off him, leaving his fat cock steaming with her
juices.  I saw that his cockhead was not flared out
like mine.  His shape was more like a bullet.  A
bullet with pencil-thick veins.

Swallowing my nerves, I swallowed him.  I gotta say,
it was everything I imagined it would be.  His cock
was throbbing, hot and twitchy as I let him into my
throat.  I had deepthroated my biggest dildo for
years, so I was not surprised I could do it.  I was
surprised at how soft his cock head felt against my
throat.  I was also surprised a the feeling of power I
felt, listening to Dufus' moans as I tasted him.

Jota was afraid he would explode, so she quickly
returned to fucking him while I licked her clit and
his shaft.  Sure enough, he came quickly.  From my
vantage point, I could see his cock actually swell as
semen flowed through it.  The kept fucking, and soon
his cum was being squeezed out of her canal.

I hesitated for only a moment, then began to tongue
her pussy and his shrinking shaft.  I tasted their
creampie for the first time.  I know it couldn't be
much different than the creampie Jota and I had made
together, and yet it was very different.  It wasn't
mine!  That was a total head rush!

"Now what?" Dufus asked as Jota lifted off him.  "He
gonna fuck you?"  I thought I detected a bit of
excitement in his voice.  Maybe, like many men, he
liked his wife to be desirable to other guys.

"Now, he's going to clean up while you rest up," she
smiled.  "Come here you," she grinned, sliding next to
Dufus.  "Eat my fuck-filled pussy."  Such dirty
language!  She leaned back to kiss Dufus, her legs
spread obscenely open with one over Dufus' stomach.  I
crawled onto the bed and into her creampie.

Part of her instructions were to remain clothed.  She
knew I loved the idea of merely serving another
couple, unable to pleasure myself while I pleasured
them.  I did like the idea.  Now though, I wanted to
be naked and stroking my cock while eating their
product.  Instead, the condom I was wearing beneath my
clothes was [hopefully] capturing my drooling precum. 
I tried hard to make Jota cum, even as she kissed her
husband and described the nasty act I was doing to
her.

Another shock soon occurred.  Jota grabbed my hand
from her inner thigh, and placed it on Dufus'
proto-erection.  We both started.  I was as unprepared
to do it as he was to feel it.  "Come on, stroke him,"
she urged.  I gripped him just so, and tried. 
Frankly, I was concentrating more on eating her
delicious cunt than on jerking him, but I noticed that
he slowly got harder.

"Oh God, this is too sexy," she moaned, right before
she came.  Her moans became indistinct as Dufus
crammed his tongue down her throat.  I was also too
busy to listen, as her torso began to undulate and I
had to concentrate on keeping my mouth on her flowing
pussy.  I kept eating her as she wound down, cleaning
the freshly squeezed creampie from her.

"Now, suck him off," she told me.

It was then that I really learned about cocksucking. 
Dufus was well primed, his cock erect and ready.  Even
so, I came to understand there was more to a blowjob
than taking him in my throat.  Dufus gently told me
what to do, how to suck him, when, and how hard.  How
much tongue to use.  There was so much to try to do at
the same time, and it was difficult.

But, far and away, the hardest thing was to get Dufus
to let go and cum.  Turns out he did have reservations
about letting a man blow him.  Jota came to understand
that, and suggested repeatedly to him how good it
would feel to cum in a hot mouth.  She told him how
sexy it looked to watch someone else blowing him, I
guess hoping that her acceptance would force out his
reluctance.

What finally brought him over the edge was when she
sank down on his cock again, riding him for a minute
and then raising off to let me continue.  She did this
three times, and the third time he rapidly rose to
orgasm.  When he did, I was almost unprepared.

I knew intellectually what would happen, and yet when
his cock swelled in my mouth, I was surprised.  Like
it described in those Penthouse Forums letters, his
sperm shot out of his cock and splashed against the
back of my throat.  I think I was in shock that it was
actually happening, but I quickly recovered to try to
swallow his seed.  I even tried to deepthroat him
while he came, gagging as his sticky squirtage shot
onto my gag reflex.  Then, he was shooting literally
into my throat.  I don't know when I felt sexier or
more powerful.

Both Dufus and I were whipped!  I fell onto the bed on
my back.  I really wanted Jota to come and kiss me, to
share the thrill I was feeling.  But, she disliked cum
and now my mouth was covered with it.  Instead, she
unzipped my pants and quickly jacked me off.  With the
condom almost filled with precum, it felt like a nice
wet pussy as she jerked me with it.  After I came, she
poured the contents into my mouth.

After I cleaned up, Jota walked me down to the door.

"So, you happy now?" she asked.  She also kissed me.

"Mmmmm, yeah," I said softly so that Dufus wouldn't
hear.  "It was perfect, thank you."

"I liked it too," she said, looking up at me.  "Maybe
we can do it again?" she asked.

"It's up to you," I replied.

"We'll see," she said, opening the door and letting me
out.

I felt like a different man leaving, than I felt
coming in.  An important sexual hurdle had been
jumped, and I looked forward to the adventures ahead.

****

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