Oh the places it will go.

"Are you having another shower?” Paul yelled out over the sounds of crashing that were coming from the kitchen.

“Yes!” I shouted back as my briefs dropped to the bathroom floor. I stood still for a second as my eyes flicked around my naked body, taking it all in. I’m about to hit 40, and it feels like the body I’m looking at doesn’t even belong to me anymore. I don’t recognise the person in the mirror; I still expect to see the 22-year-old. Young, fun, and full of cum.

“Why?” Paul’s voice came from behind me, startling me back into the room.

“I’ve got the nervous sweats,” I huffed as Paul nestled his head in the crook of my neck, wrapping his big burly arms around my naked body, looking at me in the mirror with those big, beautiful brown eyes.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous,” he exclaimed as he spun me around to face him. He kissed me, his perfectly sculpted beard scratching at my face. Even after 15 years, he still kissed me the same way he did that first night we met at the Eagle. It’s as if he still saw the 22-year-old fearless twink that danced in a cage for shots of Jägermeister, instead of the anxious, greying, expired twink I had become.

He pulled his lips away, and I opened my eyes to look up at him. He was staring down at me, smiling his big goofy bear smile. He took a slight step back to get a better vantage point of my cock, which was now at full mast, poking him in the leg.

“Oh, hello sailor,” he smirked as he reached down to grab my cock.

“No!” I pushed his hand away. “I need to shower again before Jeremy gets here. You’re distracting me.”

“Me? You’re the one who’s prodding me,” Paul sniggered, but I ignored him and pushed him out of the bathroom door.

Jeremy was a friend of ours that we had known for a few years. We had always had flirty banter back and forth, but this was the first time he was coming to our place. We had never been alone, just the three of us. Paul and I had fantasised about a threesome with him for a while and had spent countless nights telling each other sexy stories of what we imagined a night between us would look like. After a lot of discussion, we decided to invite him over under the pretence of playing board games.

I didn’t think I was in there for that long, but a knock at the front door pulled me back into the moment. The hot water ran through my hair, falling down my body, and I felt the drops hitting my cock. I realised that I was still rock-fucking-hard.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself as I turned off the water and jumped out of the shower, quickly trying to dry myself off. I could hear their voices getting more muffled, they must have moved through into the living room. Now was my chance to make a run for it from the bathroom to the bedroom so Jeremy didn’t see me naked. Not yet anyway. I needed some liquid courage before I could think about that.

I tied the towel around my waist, swung open the door, and made a run for the bedroom.

THUD!

I crashed into something solid and fell to the floor. It all happened so quickly it took me a second to realise that I was lying on top of Jeremy, and my towel was no longer around my waist. He looked up and gave me a sly smirk.

“Well, hello to you too,” he said through a smile as he patted my bare arse.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” I stammered as I struggled to get up off him while trying to cover myself with the towel.

“Oh, don’t be sorry. There’s nothing I love more than wrestling with a naked lad,” he said as he winked at me. The sight sent something through my body, which made my cock bounce under my towel.

I could feel myself blushing while trying to say something witty, but all that came out was some mumbled gibberish. What was going on with me? I’d been in a monogamous relationship for a decade and a half, but I was single before that. I knew how to talk to hot guys. I thought I was quite good at it too. That twink would be disappointed if he could see me now.

Paul took Jeremy out of the bedroom so I could die of embarrassment in peace. I quickly got dressed and stood making direct eye contact with my reflection in the mirror, just like my therapist told me.

“Just breathe. You want this. You and Paul have spoken about this for so long. You’ve done your pros and cons list. Go fuck someone who isn’t your husband!”

I stared at myself for a moment, waiting for the confidence boost to hit. When I realised it wasn’t coming, I turned on my heels, opened the door, and walked into the living room.

I stood in the doorway, stunned. What I was looking at wasn’t quite making sense in my mind. Jeremy was sitting on the sofa with my darling husband on his knees in front of him. I watched as Paul undid Jeremy’s belt and slowly unzipped his jeans. The sight of this sent electricity through my body. My cock was now pressed hard against my jeans as I stood, unable to move, watching this real-life fantasy unfold in front of my eyes.

I let my hand drift down to my crotch, my eyes never leaving the action unfolding in front of me. I started to slowly rub myself as Paul slowly pulled down Jeremy’s black-and-green jockstrap, revealing a massive cock that sprang free. Jeremy wasn’t a tall guy, so this thing looked like a beast against his short, stocky frame. I could see the veins on his member pulsating from across the room. Without missing a beat, Paul’s mouth opened wide and swallowed it with such ease. He worked his mouth up and down his meat, his eyes closed, but I could see the pure pleasure on his face.

I unbuttoned my jeans and let my own cock loose, starting to stroke myself, never losing focus on what my husband was doing. There was something about seeing the glisten of a wedding ring, as the hand it was on grabbed hold of a cock that wasn’t yours, that sent me wild. I don’t think I had ever been this turned on in my life. My cock was so hard it felt like it might blast off my body completely.

My strokes got faster and faster, my speed matching Paul’s. He opened his eyes and spotted me. He smiled wide, as wide as he could with our friend’s cock still inside. He winked at me and gave me a little “come hither” motion, but I couldn’t move. All I wanted to do was stand there watching my devoted husband gag and choke on a cock while I stood in the kitchen and jerked off.

Am I a cuck now? OK, let’s not go down that path. Let’s concentrate on one kink at a time.

Jeremy followed Paul’s eyeline and turned to see me. Our eyes met, but I didn’t miss a stroke as I followed the same rhythm as Paul. Jeremy’s eyes didn’t leave me. I watched as his hand moved to Paul’s hair, taking a fistful of the dark, messy curls before pushing him down as far as he could. Paul’s gagging got louder, breathless and slurping,  as Jeremy did it again and again and again. With each thrust of his cock down his throat, I could feel my balls tighten.

I wasn’t going to last long like this, but I didn’t care. Jeremy’s eyes were still on me as he pulled himself out of Paul, his cock falling from his mouth. Paul took the opportunity to take a few deep breaths before the hand went back into his curls and pushed him back down. Jeremy let out a few moans, his eyes locked onto me.

“Do you want me to fill your husband’s mouth?” he moaned at me.

I could barely let out a murmur as I nodded my head frantically.

Jeremy let out a guttural moan as he came. I watched as Paul’s mouth filled with cum, his own eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Watching this unfold in front of me was the last straw. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My orgasm came out as I screamed in pleasure, cum shooting out in front of me onto the kitchen floor. It felt like this orgasm would never end as my body shook and shuddered, feeling it in every inch of my body.

I could suddenly sense a body next to me as I opened my eyes. Jeremy was standing to my right and Paul to my left. They both came in close to me, our three bodies now touching. I turned my face to meet Paul, and he stared into my eyes with the same love and warmth he did every single time he looked at me. He leaned in and kissed me. As our mouths opened

and our tongues searched for each other, I felt the warm, salty surprise leave his mouth and enter mine.

Another hand was on my face, this time Jeremy turned my face to his, his tongue ravaging my mouth, taking back what was his. He leaned back and made an exaggerated swallowing movement as the three of us burst into laughter.

And that, kids, is how I met your father and my daddy.