"I will be back either late tonight or tomorrow morning. You know how Aunt Carla is, baby. She is jealous her brother made a killing and left it all to me. If I don't dote on her, take her shopping, and teat her like a queen, from time to time, she gets really nasty."
Kent continued kissing Lawr until Kent's tight perfectly tailored suit slacks were curved at the crotch by his very clear erection. Kent looked gorgeous; his tan suit perfectly cut to his athletic body. It was warm and he had his jacket over one arm. The pants cupped his sexy ass as close as a second skin, inviting groping, which Lawr hadn't refrained from when kissing my husband.
Kent lavished some more very hot French kisses with me, eventually joined by Lawr, our three faces pressed in together as we kissed, hands teasing bulges, moaning around three wrestling tongues until Lawr dragged Kent away. "You're gonna be late and make me late to my job, sexies." He growled. We were all three grinning like sex crazed crazy men, but Kent relented, getting into Lawr's jeep with him to go to the Ferry terminal to the mainland.
Lawr, looking impossibly sexy in his restaurant uniform was going straight to work after taking Kent to the ferry, but I'd caught him a little earlier during his morning workout, my spotting for him ending up with his big cock stretching my tonsils while Kent had been outside gardening near the pool, all unknowing. My throat had gotten its own thorough work out from my x roomy.
Maybe because of that, and despite the sex the night before, I was still sexually wired. I was taking a day off from painting and had the house to myself. There were no models, no nothing. I would have gladly just stripped and laid out by the pool, teasing myself for an hour or so before letting myself cum, but a voice message from Kent's male version of Alexa he called "Alex", purred with a sexy baritone through the house. "This is a reminder of your appointment with the Ben for lunch in one hour."
"Fuck!"
After a second shower and shampooing, blow drying and brushing my wavy black hair to a blue high lit gloss, and remembering we were going to go to a beach club restaurant, I put on an elastic tennis wrist band around my cock and balls as a cock ring. The wrist band really pushed my cock and balls out in a way a regular cock ring couldn't but was very comfortable. Then I put on smoky blue grey short shorts, deciding to go commando. Yeah I was putting on a show of my thick ten inches. I pulled on a black cut off tee to reveal my eight pack, and with some black sandals, took a look at myself in the full-length mirror. Fuck but my cock bulge was obscene,
Grinning to myself, I had to smile as a pulse of self-appreciation made the cock bulge visibly surge and the tip of my cock peeked below the leg edge of the shorts. Yep, I was a sexy ass fucker and I knew it.
I was outside leaning on the railing to the front steps when Ben puttered up in a vintage silver jag coup convertible. His blue green eyes sparkled as he took in my bulge. I, of course pretended not to notice, but hopped in beside him, an action which caused a few inches of my semi hard cock to poke out of my short shorts as they rode up.
His right hand settled on my thigh rubbing it as if it belonged there and I just opened my legs to show I had no objection. We'd already stroked each other off in the dunes, watching my husband get fucked by Lawr, so Ben's mere presence beside me in that sexy car, was a massive flirtation. What harm could his hand on my bare thigh do?
Well, it was making me hard, and my cock was soon spearing straight up out of my lap. He reclined my seat with the push of a button, leaning me back which just gave his right hand a full range of play over my body.
I just leaned back and enjoyed it as he somehow spared a hand to put the car in gear and glide us out onto the road and down to wherever we were going for lunch.
Ben himself hadn't dressed for modesty but wore an open sheer sky-blue shirt over an impressively bulging dark blue speedo g string. Fuck, his monster cock looked ready to expose itself any second.
He grinned as he parked and relinquished my cock. "Going to have to tuck the big beauty in somehow," He said, his bass voice rolling out without a hint of remorse for giving me a third leg.
The lunch bistro was a different one than we had taken Lawr his first day here, hardly more than a cabana on the beach backed by a little sandwich shop.
I teased him, seeing no one in immediate view, by getting out an only slowly tucking my hard cock under cover of the shorts. I couldn't let it stick up out of the waist band, letting the waist band hold the cock in place maybe under a shirt tail, which would have been my usual tactic. I'd put on a cut off t that barely came down to the bottom of my pectoral muscles. No hiding a raging cock tip under that!
Fuck! So, I just casually held a hand over the cock head and lead him into the cabana, though I took a seat fast, scooting under the glass topped table fairly quickly to hide my ten inches of stubborn exposure.
He smiled at me, wickedly, showing me dazzling white teeth, before sitting down close beside me, our thighs touching.
"So, did you tell your husband, Kent about this little lunch date." He asked.
"Didn't have time. Too busy settling things between Kent, Lawr and me."
"Oh? And how is that going?"
"Well enough. We were all together last night."
"Hot, sorry I missed it."
"Sorry you did too." I said back and he turned into me, his left hand reaching across to cup my jaw. I knew what was coming and leaned into the kiss, letting in his tongue and meeting it with a passionate tongue battle that got me throbbing. I was aware of a breeze off the ocean under the table on my throbbing cock, reminding me how exposed I was.
There was a cough behind us, and a soft, "fuck."
We broke our kiss and looked around and up. A tall, gorgeously handsome blond stud in white cotton briefs and a white t with the emblem, Beach Bistro stood there, blushing, his sensual lips parting.
"Anhil, this is Dev a new friend of mine. Dev, this is Anhil, (which I knew was a spanish pronunciation of Angel,).
My eyes couldn't help trailing down from that model's face across the eight pack abs to the very revealing briefs that hugged a thick cock. "unhunh, good to meet you Anhil." I said.
"Can I get you something refreshing, Sirs?"
"Unsweetened ICed tea for me." Ben said, as I sat there with my mind in the gutter. "Um, the same, uh, with lemon."
"Yes Sir. I'll be back for your orders and drinks. Our special today is a wild caught at lantic salmon on sour dough toast blacked on the outside and pink on the inside with lemon pepper, basil, and cilantro, with our chef's special a tartar sauce to be added at your discretion."
He turned away and I muttered, "I wouldn't mind having his tartar sauce."... I glanced at Ben, "at his discretion, of course."
Without batting an eye, Ben's left hand dropped down to encircle my half-exposed cock and stroked it, making my jaw drop. "That could be arranged," he said.
With his hand on my cock, keeping it steel hard and my hand wandering under his forearm to find his monster was struggling for release from its stretchy pouch, it was hard to concentrate. But I was determined to resist cheating on Kent and now Lawr particularly with someone who seemed to be my husband's X from another three way, the very kind of three-way Kent didn't want to be involved with.
But every time Ben uttered a word from that ball's deep bass voice of his, I was reminded that some American Indian men, had an incredible mystically hot sexy aura that made my balls ache when I came upon it. I was eighty percent top, but Lawr made me want to try being flexible, while Ben made me want to just lay on my back and put my feet in the air and take whatever he split me with. He dripped masculinity, which was only accented by some other part of his genetic aura.
"I have to behave." i was shocked at how weak and lust ridden my voice sounded even to my own ears.
"You mean you want me to fuck you." Ben stated quietly, with absolute confidence.
"Yes... I mean, NO!." I husked. "Fuck, stop stroking me. Your making me so fucking hard I can't think."
The waiter was back at that moment, putting down our drinks. Ben left off stroking my cock to just gliding his fingertips around the shaft and head, almost as if showing me off to the waiter, Anhil, who froze and watched, transfixed. His eyes shifted to my fingers likewise teasing Ben's big, beautiful monster and he visibly licked his lips.
My eyes were riveted to those lips and I couldn't help thinking they looked familiar. For a long moment we were a tableau of mutual exposure and teasing of the poor waiter, but Anhil seemed content to watch as long as we were content to show him.
From somewhere a voice asked, "Do you know my husband, Kent Davidson?" Oh, that was me asking!
The waiter looked up from my cock to my face, his eyes unglazing for a moment. I noticed his cotton briefs were stretching out to his hip with his lengthening erection.
"Um... Kent? Um yeah, my cousin Kent. Lives just down the beach a way." Anhil, said gesturing vaguely. Then his eyes jerked back even as my hand belatedly retreated from Ben's cock. FUCK!
He seemed to register the import a moment later. "Oh your his husband? The artist?"
I had to chuckle. "Yeah. Heh. Kent's visiting his aunt, and well..."
Anhil's eyes widened but Ben inserted smoothly.
"What happens at the Beach Bistro stays at the Beach Bistro, eh Anhil?"
Anhil's dazed smile disappeared, and he straightened up. "Of course, Sir. Mr. Hanson. I would never."
"Of course you would not." Ben nodded, majestically, and gave his order, ordering he salmon. I followed suit and Anhil, his bulge a bit diminished, hustled away.
With him out of earshot Ben leaned into my left ear and said, "Until your husband is clued into us, you and I had better restrain ourselves, however, sexy one, know this. I want to split Kent's fine ass again, I want your lover Lawr to split mine and I want to rub cock to cock with you, battling for supremacy which we will both lose in turn. I want to fuck your muscular sexy ass and feel your big hot cock splitting me and ramming my prostate until I glow with Exstacy." And he paused and said, "And I want to watch you seduce Anhil." And all this he said in that dark basso purr that seemed to originate from his balls.
"Fuck." I muttered as my balls contracted and I narrowly escaped blasting.
I was teased so hard for the next several minutes waiting for our food, eating it and being driven home that I could hardly think of anything but how hard my cock was and how badly I wanted to ravish myself all over Ben Hanson.
Whether it was his hot low voice in my ear, his hand teasing my cock whenever it showed signs of relaxing its throbbing hardness, or his own aura of devilishly hot sexuality, he left me panting, beathing hard, edging until he dropped me off at our house. Once there he got out and rounded his car before taking me in his arms. Our cocks which had been outside my shorts and his speedos all the way home, risking people looking down into his low-slung sports car, met and crushed together as we kissed savagely, bodies straining to grind. I could have easily cum. But he stepped away. Maybe it was his greater age that gave him control, but I was in my early twenties, the fucker. I needed to blast.
He released me before I could, godlike, magnificent and naked, his monster throbbing in the open.
"See you and your gentlemen at my party." He said and with a wink and a lick to his lips as he glanced down my body, he got in his car and drove away.
Oh yeah, he'd invited us to his place Saturday at 6pm for a pool party with friends. "Come and bring a clinic's proof of freedom from STD's of staying after midnight." Ben had said. "It was clearly a sex party. and unless I missed my guess, Ben and that waiter, Anhil, and who knows how many other men, were members of a local sex club.
I was going to have to tell Kent of my lunch, a somewhat sanitized version that is, and ask him what he knew of such a club.
"Fucker." I whispered at him as he disappeared from view.
