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urfavkilljoy · 3 years ago

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My Wife, My Sub, and I [MMF]

The first time I had any sexual interactions with another man, was, ironically, through my wife. She is a very dominant woman and wanted to explore watching me with a man, we had talked about it and I was open to the idea. I went on Grindr and found someone who seemed to fit the bill, mid 20s, very into dom/sub play, a twink, and most importantly hot!

So once the day rolls around we get a little riled up, drink a little, watch some porn, and discuss what the scene is going to look like, what's ok, what's not etc. I'm still very nervous and not sure of how this is all going to work but I'm a trooper as they say and I carry on. So we're sitting on the couch and she gets the door, the guy is as advertised and she starts running the show.

"Get on your knees and take off his pants" She proclaims curtly

The guy immediately gets to his knees, crawls over to me, and starts fumbling with my pants. I'm still pretty unsure of the whole thing but I allow him to take my pants off. My wife Sarah then sits next to me, pulls my cock out of my underwear and slowly sucks it, nice and gentle, very loving, until I'm harder than hell. Then she stops, sits next to me and begins stroking me.

"Rub on his legs, nuzzle him, and convince him that you should suck his dick." she smiles mischievously as the sub, David, approaches me. He starts kissing my legs, rubbing me and nuzzling working his way upwards

I can hear Sarah's whispers "Just relax, let him lick, he doesn't need to suck it, just a lick is all" I'm still shying away though, until she stops stroking me and I whimper my discontent. She grabs his hand and places it on me, and he gives me a stroke. Then another, and then starts jerking me, gentle and slow but jerking me.

"See isn't that nice? I just want to make you feel good, that's all, don't you wanna feel good" he's saying, rubbing on me as he slowly speeds up jerking me off. I push my hips out so he can have better access and I'm immediately congratulated by Sarah.

"What a good boy, see, doesn't that feel good" she coos, spending a couple seconds kissing me, and rubbing on my balls. Then she looks over at David, and asks him softly.

"What are you hoping happens tonight" looking at me as he replies immediately.

"I want to use this mouth to drain those balls, then swallow every drop" he whispers in my ear, kissing my neck afterwards.

I can't help but shiver and look down as he continues his steady jerking, slowly moving his head downwards. I'm still shocked there's a guy jerking me off, I just need a second.

"Lets just slow down, I don't want you to suck me" I say with a little tremor in my voice. Sarah immediately swoops in shushing me and taking my cock into her mouth, moving David's hands to my balls. I close my eyes and lean into David, all I can hear is Sarah's sucking punctuated by her

"shhh shhh, that's my good boy, you're doing so good" this continues for another minute or so, Sarah then taking my cock out of her mouth and putting it back into David's hands. David's head is nuzzled right into my crotch now, and he's kissing, licking and rubbing around, but not yet on my cock.

He's aiming it towards his mouth and looking up at me, causing a sharp inhale. Rubbing it all over his face, nodding his head and gently urging me

"You want me to suck it don't you, you want it huh" nodding even more, I find myself nodding back. Then I see Sarah's hand grip my cock and slowly push it onto his tongue, while I look down surprised at what is happening. As soon as I feel the wetness of his tongue, Sarah starts pushing his head down.

"Therrrrrre we go, thaaaaaaats what you need" I can barely hear her as I look down at David, slowly stuffing my cock into his throat. I'll never forget that sight, his full lips stretched around me, his eyes locked to mine as he my cock disappeared into his throat. I let out a gigantic sigh, my cock finally where it should be, Sarah kissing me hard while she whispers. The hard part is over, I can finally relax, David stares up at me and slowly bobs his head up and down, gently coaxing my load out. I start running my fingers through his hair and thrusting up towards him.

He spends a long time making sure I'm relaxed, giving me long, deep, slow strokes, letting me get used to the feeling of a mans mouth on my dick. Eventually he speeds up, pushing me fast, and deep down into his throat to push me over the edge.

"You're gonna make me cum" I yell, as he spits me out and gives me a front row seat to the first cum I'll ever shoot in a man. I'm mesmerized as I watch my load gush out onto his tongue, shooting again and again, looking into his eyes as he eagerly laps it up, I know I'll be doing this again.

David makes sure to show us all the cum I he earned before swallowing it, as he goes to clean me up Sarah beats him to the punch, giving me a quick tongue bath and sticking her tongue out at David after giggling. David thanks for us for everything and gives us his number, and disappears into the night. "See, that wasn't so bad right" laughs Sarah, and yeah, it wasn't.

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omniuniversal · 7 years ago

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“All Us Friedks Have Is Each Other.”

The Proto-TRUK swooped low through the planetoid’s atmosphere, braking in mid-air and then hovering to a landing, transforming into land-vehicle mode as its tires touched the black rock of this dark little world.

Almost before the TRUK had fully settled onto the terrain, Ben had already kicked his door open and dropped to the ground below, slamming the door behind him.

“Okay, what’s the sitch?” he demanded.

“Oh, Ben Tennyson, thank goodness you are here,” a matronly-looking Methanosian woman stood there, kind of a Miz Frizzle vibe with her dress and the way her red blossom and fiery petals framed her head, fidgeting with her hands, frowning worriedly. “One of our students is missing. Please, you have to find her!” This was Miss Lobelia, a teacher at Undertown Elementary.

“Chill, ma’am, I’m on it,” Ben nodded, and frowned out at the horizon, warm light starting to seep over the rim of the planetoid and turning the navy night sky warmer shades of purple.

The spaceship resembled a school bus, and most of the kids were aboard already, looking sad and nervous.

Rook frowned as he disembarked the TRUK, having radioed their position to Plumber HQ, approaching the distraught teacher. “Can you describe the student? Under what circumstances did you last see her?”

“She is an Ectonurite,” Lobelia supplied, nodding earnestly. “Her name is Zs’Pook, no relation to The Ecto-Lord. I did a headcount before we returned to the bus, but I-- I miscounted a Splixson student who had not fully reunited before I started to count. We came here on an astronomy field trip to look at different stellar fields and constellations than are visible from Earth and its polluted atmosphere-- but now-- now the sun is coming up-- and she’s out there on that bare rocky expanse all alone!”

“If she’s just a kid, she still has her first skin, right?” Ben frowned. “She should be fine in broad daylight.”

Lobelia shook her head, agonizing. “She has a-- skin condition. It is not unlike the human condition of vitiligo-- there are gaps in her primary dermis, leaving her vulnerable to direct light exposure.”

“Okay, poor kid,” Ben winced. “So maybe she can just ghost into the rock and take shelter--”

Rook shook his head even as he swept the vicinity with his Proto-Tool in scanner mode. “This world has high concentrations of an ore that renders material super-tangible. The Plumbers use this substance in constructing cells and restraints for criminal Ectonurites or Necrofriggians or those with similar abilities. Zs’Pook would be unable to conceal herself in such a way. Additionally, as she may well be frightened by the scenario in which she finds herself, she has probably become invisible and intangible out of instinct, rendering her almost impossible to scan with conventional sensors or senses.”

“And calling Gwen for a tracking spell wouldn’t help,” Ben scowled, tapping his chin, “because Ectonurites don’t have Mana, as such. I couldn’t use Squidstrictor, either.”

“Precisely,” Rook frowned. “This is indeed a conundrum, and time grows short--”

Miss Lobelia turned away from them, covering her face with one hand and sobbing quietly as she was wracked with worry.

Ben sighed-- on the one hand, teach shoulda taken better count of her students. But on the other hand, he would probably be freaking way out if--

--freaking--

He stopped. And blinked.

And reached up to touch Miss Lobelia on the shoulder. “It’s okay, lady. Just hang out and photosynthesize a little in the morning sun. Ben 10′s got this on lock.”

“...Ben?” Rook squinted.

Adjusting the dial on his watch verrrrry carefully, scrolling through the hologlyphs, Ben looked for one in particular...

“Hero time,” he murmured.

And his hand came down in a blur, and green light surged up in a flare...

...and he became FRIEDKIN.

Named for his honorary alma mater-- and Gwendolyn’s current hall of academia --this was a species he’d picked up on a parallel world called Remnant with his friend Cody Baxter ( @cody-baxter-isms )-- a Grimm. Normally, Grimm were scarcely coherent enough to be sentient, much less sapient, but he’d gotten this sample from a particularly old and evolved and wily Grimm that had managed to survive long enough to get a mind of its own.

This particular model of Grimm looked like a hyena-hedgehog hybrid sculpted out of shadow with prickles made of jutting, sharpened bone, with blazing green eyes and gleaming, predatory teeth. It resembled Argit, but only vaguely-- bulkier, and stockier, and darker.

Friedkin giggled to himself as the kids on the schoolbus recoiled in shock and awe-- there was something inherently unsettling, disquieting, unholy about this creature, and he had enough of a low-key sadistic streak to enjoy putting these tykes on their collective back foot.

He could fire out his bony spines, he could manipulate shadows... he had speed and strength and regeneration above peak human... but for right now, he had one trait as a Grimm that was absolutely crucial.

Grimm could sense negative emotions. Such as anger, and despair, and... fear.

“Everrrrbody calm downnrrrr,” Friedkin rumbled, sniffing at the air. “I rrrrneed a clearrr line on this rrrrrkiiiiid.”

Rook touched Lobelia’s shoulder. “Madam. Can you put aside your worry for a moment? Can you help soothe your students?”

Nodding, sniffling, wiping away a brackish tear, Lobelia turned to climb on the bus and to give an encouraging speech to her charges... that Ben 10 looked frightening right now, but he was there to help their friend! After a moment, the kids all cheered, heartened indeed!

Friedkin tilted his head. “Therrrrrre we go.”

And then with a seethe and a surge he bounded off toward the rising sun...

...he covered the distance with loping strides, flaring nostrils, blazing gaze...

...there!

...abject terror, quivering despair...

...he could feel her even though she was translucent, bunched up in what little shadow a tiny shelf of black black rock provided, and he stalked toward her with a grim Grimm grin.

“Hey rrrrrkiiiiiiid,” he rrrrrrasped as he approached. “Rrrrrcome with me if you wanna rrrrrlive... or whateverrrrrr it is you Ectonurrrrrites do.”

“I can’t,” Zs’Pook mumbled in terror, her voice quavery even beyond the normal tones of her spectral species. “I can’t I can’t I can’t. I set one tentacle outside this shadow and I’ll get... dusted.”

Friedkin chuckled. “Ah, my sweet summerrrrrrr child. Rrrrrrhave shadow, wiiiiillll trrrrravellll.”

And he reached out with one foreclaw, and shaped the tiny patch of shade in which she sheltered into a big ball of darkness into which she could hide--

Zs’Pook gasped in surprise, and jumped up into that spheroid of black.

Towing the shadow-ball with him like an umbrakinetic balloon, Friedkin triumphantly brought Zs’Pook back to the bus and aboard, at which point Miss Lobelia swiftly flicked a switch that tinted the windows and hugged Zs’Pook with grateful delight.

Friedkin reverted to human in a fresh burst of green genomorphic energy, and Ben smiled softly at the reunion with hands on his hips-- ignoring the darksome echoes of Friedkin’s influence as he faded back into the watch.

“Thank you, Ben Tennyson,” Lobelia beamed gratefully as Zs’Pook turned to hug Ben instead. “Thank you so much!”

“All part of the hero biz,” Ben nodded with a smile, patting the Ectonurite girl on the back. “And, uh, kids, stay in school. ‘Knowing is half the battle.’”

“What is the other half?” Rook wondered as they returned to The Proto-TRUK.

“You know,” Ben frowned, “they never said. But I bet it’s kicking butt!”

“There are of course, numerous battles that can be won without a single kicking of butt,” Rook pointed out as they strapped in. “This scenario is but one example. Is that not ‘awesome,’ too?”

Ben considered that for a moment, glancing across to the darkened windows of the bus where Zs’Pook was rejoining her friends. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, it really is.”

#cody-baxter-isms #codybaxterisms #drabbles #headcanons #long post

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