Roommates

Sub-Genres: Group Sex, Romantic

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When I moved in with Henry and Harriett I was a little worried about how the living dynamic would work out. I had known the married couple for over a year and found them to be great people and great friends. However, I did not want to be the ‘guest’ in the house and wanted equal say of what went on inside our abode. I had never roomed with a married couple before but I knew that if things got nasty it would be two against one.

It took three months for me to realize that this was never going to happen with Henry and Harriett. They were the same people inside their home that they were outside of it. The only difference that I was consciously aware of was that I now knew when they did or did not have sex. They weren’t obnoxiously loud but it was always apparent when they were having a good time. Fortunately, turning on my fan usually drowned out the noises that I was frankly quite jealous of.

They also didn’t seem to mind when I had the occasional over night guest, as long as I let them know before hand and as long as it was someone I knew and not a complete stranger.

In short, it wasn’t their house with me paying rent for using a room. It was our house and we all shared it equally.

Things started to change after we had been sharing the large three-bedroom house for about six months. It was a Sunday and all three of us were staying in, basically lazing the day away by watching inane cable programming and drinking a few too many margaritas.

Henry was occupying his usual spot on the overstuffed recliner and I was sitting on the small loveseat. Harriett usually lounged on the sofa but she stated that she wanted to be closer to the television and sat next to me on the love seat. After a few minutes and without a word, she stretched herself out and placed her long, bare legs in my lap.

I had always found Harriett to be a lovely woman and often appreciated her good looks, but it wasn’t until that moment that I realized that I wanted to fuck her. I had never consciously even thought of Harriett in a sexual way, but the sensation of her smooth legs on mine sent shivers up my body and I had to fight the erection that was suddenly struggling to tent my khaki shorts.

I won the battle but that night as I frantically jerked my cock to images of Harriett bouncing in my lap flickering behind my closed eyelids, I knew the war was far from over.

* * * * * * * *

John has been living with us for about six months now. I have always found him attractive and even confessed this to Henry, who just found it cute. My attraction has turned into a full-blown crush and Henry’s not finding it ‘cute’ anymore – he’s finding it arousing.

When we have sex now, Henry often tells me to call him John and when I do that I can’t help the cries that emanate from my throat. I try not to cry out John’s name but I just know I’m going to slip up at some point.

We have to stop these little fantasy games. Henry tells me that I should just confess my feelings to him and shag him – as long as he gets to watch. Henry’s not joking but I tell him to shut up and leave me be. Not everyone is as open and understanding about sex as we are and it might scare John away from us forever. I don’t want to lose his friendship for anything, not even a good fuck from someone I admire so much in every way.

But tonight, when I allowed myself just the briefest of physical contact, I could swear I felt his cock go hard and when he rested his hand on my calf I almost jumped in his lap. I know he had to have noticed how hard my nipples got.

Maybe Henry’s right. Maybe I should start dropping a few more subtle hints and see how John reacts. Maybe he wants me as much as I want him.

* * * * * * * *

What a wild week this has been. Harriett told me last Sunday night that she’s going to actively, but slowly, pursue a subtle seduction of John. I’ve been trying to get her to do this for months but it was the sexual tension that finally got her to go for it.

She worries about ruining our friendship. I tell her she thinks too much. John is an attractive guy who’s going to be moving up in the world fast and won’t have to share living expenses much longer. He’s a pretty easygoing guy and if things get awkward I’m sure we can get past it, especially since he probably won’t be living here much longer anyway.

She tells me I think too little and that John is more sensitive than I am. That might be true, but he’s a guy and my wife is beautiful and every straight or bi guy I’ve ever met wants in her pants.

And I know John is one of those guys. He’s noticed Harriett’s new attentions toward him and they’re obviously not unwelcome. She makes a point to hug him often, kiss his cheek for silly little things and last night when we watched our evening movie, she actually snuggled up next to him, making sure her breast was firmly pressed against him.

I act like I don’t see it but I watch. After the movie John excused himself more quickly than usual and I saw the hard bulge between his legs. Harriett stared after him and I couldn’t blame her. The bulge had been quite impressive.

After that she rushed me to bed and she pounced on top of me, giggling her delight. She had noticed the hard on and knew he found her attractive. She rutted on top of me fast and hard and came in minutes. Afterwards she finally took off the rest of her clothes and allowed me to undress. I rolled to my stomach and asked her please and she eagerly pulled out her harness. It was me that was whispering ‘Oh John,’ for the next twenty minutes and after I covered my own stomach with my come and as Harriett was licking me clean she suggested a dual seduction.

We start tomorrow.

* * * * * * * *

Things have gotten seriously fucking weird in this house.

After that movie last night I went to bed with a raging hard on that lasted forever. I couldn’t hold in my cries but they weren’t the only ones in the house. I could hear Harriett crying out across the house and I could swear to God that I heard my name.

They were active for hours and I didn’t turn on my fan.

It was 12:30 when I snuck out of my room, my face blazing red. I crossed the house silently and before I could think anymore about how disgusting I was behaving, knelt before their door and actually spied through the keyhole.

I almost cried out at what I saw, but slapped my hand over my mouth before I did. There she was, my lovely Harriett, wearing a harness with the biggest dildo I had ever seen attached to it. The site made me moan in lust and amazement, especially at the fact that Henry was taking that monster up his ass.

Henry was moaning deep in his throat and I almost yelled again when he very clearly said, “Fuck me, John. Fuck me harder.”

I knelt there for at least another hour watching them. After Harriett fucked her husband, he dined on her beautiful pussy and I jerked off wanting so badly to join him and make her yell like that.

I ran back to my bathroom and came hard, yelling deep in my throat not caring if they heard me. I went to bed and fell asleep quickly, confused and thrilled at the discoveries I had made that night.

* * * * * * * *

John has been flirting with me – and Henry.

It started the morning after the movie. When I hugged John good morning, he hugged me back very tightly and I felt his hand on my ass! It was only for a moment, but it was a very deliberate grope. All he did was smile at me when I stared at him. He walked past me and said ‘Good morning’ to Henry – and then slapped his ass as he passed him to get to the fridge. Henry stared at me and I just shrugged.

That night he asked me to sit with him on the couch and we held hands through the whole movie. Henry sat on my other side and when he began kissing me, John let go of my hand but grasped my thigh firmly.

The next night, the same scenario happened again but Henry was much more forward, grasping my breast as we made out unashamedly right next to John. John’s hand once more slid between my thighs, but it slid up until he was clutching my pussy! He didn’t squeeze, though, just held it there.

Last night was the furthest it’s gone yet but I know it’s going to happen soon. When John grabbed my pussy last night, he began rubbing and actually got me off. After I came, with Henry’s lips still glued to mine – his hand was down my blouse rubbing my nipple – John left the room for his bedroom.

Henry broke our kiss and whispered that while he and I were kissing, John had been rubbing me and clutching Henry between the legs. He was ours.

* * * * * * * *

The man gives a good hand job, even through clothing. I didn’t tell Harriett this, but when John had been clutching both of us, I actually came. I had never done that with an over-the-jeans hand job before. He knew it had happened though. I think it freaked him out a little but I think he’s okay with it now. This morning he grabbed my ass again, just like yesterday morning. I think tonight’s the night.

* * * * * * * *

John sat at the dining table with his two friends eating the gourmet Italian dinner that Henry had prepared for them. It was a light but delicious fare and John had the glorious feeling of being seduced. The lights were low, the food and wine delicious and his friends were dressed in their casual best. Harriett’s blouse dipped low, showing a tasteful amount of cleavage and Henry’s slacks were just a bit tight, emphasizing the roundness of his ass.

They ate, talking and laughing often and polished off two bottles of wine before Henry suggested they retire to the front room to sit in front of the fire that he had built before dinner. Harriett sat on the large couch and pulled the men on either side of her.

Henry kissed her first, slowly yet deeply and grasped her left breast gently. She broke their kiss after a few moments and looked at John. He smiled and moved to her. They both moaned when their lips met and his hand grasped her right breast. She broke their kiss and looked back and forth at the two men.

Henry leaned forward and John followed his lead, although seeming a bit nervous. The men kissed deeply and John moaned feeling Henry’s tongue part his lips.

“Now, now,” Harriett said, pulling them apart. “You two will have your fun and I will love watching, but I wanted him first.”

“Don’t be so sure about that,” Henry said with a smile, but pulled away just the same.

John put both arms around Harriett and kissed her once again, holding both of her breasts firmly against himself. He grasped her ass with both hands and lifted her into his lap. She gyrated her hips against his and John didn’t know how long he could wait before plowing into her.

Harriett broke their kiss and pulled away just enough to pull her blouse over her head in one swift motion. She wore no bra and John’s lips and tongue were on her hard nipples as soon as they were visible to him. Harriett threw her head back and moaned, sinking her fingers into his dark hair.

John moved both of his hands up to grasp her firm breasts and when his mouth covered one nipple, his fingers would manipulate the second producing wonderful, desperate noises from Harriett’s throat.

John opened his eyes when she pulled away to stand in front of him. He grinned at her lecherously as she began undoing her slacks. He tore his eyes away when Henry moved close beside him. John simply closed his eyes as Henry kissed him again, this time more aggressively, beginning to unbutton his shirt. John moaned softly as Henry’s large hands explored his bare chest, occasionally brushing his hard nipples.

He began breathing faster when Henry’s hand dipped lower to clutch his growing bulge. “Oh yeah,” Henry breathed against John’s lips. “Harriett’s going to love having this to play with.”

“What about you?”

“Wait and see.”

“I told you, he’s mine first,” Harriett growled playfully, pushing her husband away. John looked down at her as she kneeled on the floor, now completely naked, between his spread legs. She wrapped her arms about his thighs and leaned forward to run her tongue over his lower stomach. John felt her fingers working to undo his belt buckle and she deftly undid his trousers.

She moved back when he indicated he wished to stand up, but she stayed on her knees. She pulled his slacks down – he was wearing no underwear – and she giggled girlishly when his erection was free, swaying heavily before her.

“Oh yes,” she whispered. “Finally.”

He grasped her head when her tongue began licking just under the head in tiny flicks. Her licks began lasting longer until she was finally licking his length up and down, exploring every inch of him.

John was breathing harshly, desperate to feel her lips wrapped around him, sucking him deeply down her throat but she stood in front of him instead to press her body against him. He immediately kissed her, grasping her ass to hold her tight against him.

“Fuck me,” she growled, breaking their kiss. “If I don’t have you soon…”

John turned and pushed her down to the couch, immediately moving on top of her. Henry was sitting on the far end of the couch, watching. He smiled at the expression of ecstasy that covered his wife’s face as John held her legs wide and pushed his cock deep inside of her.

“Fuck her, John. Fuck my wife. She’s wanted your cock for months. Now, fuck her with it like she wants.”

Harriett’s legs went around John like a vice as he did as ordered. She was warm and wet and John loved how she felt wrapped around him. He moved slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of being deep inside a woman – something that he hadn’t experienced in at least two months. She began urging him to go faster, faster and he obeyed willingly. It wasn’t long before he was pumping into her fast and hard. All she could do was hold on and cry out loudly in pleasure as the fat phallus was shoved into her over and over again.

Henry watched them mate, his eyes going back and forth from his wife’s bouncing breasts that jiggled madly as a result of John’s fast tempo to John’s flexing ass muscles. He couldn’t decide where he wanted to stick his dick first.

John lasted longer than Henry thought possible at that tempo and the cries that emanated from both his and Harriett’s throats caused his own cock to pound even harder.

Harriett and John lay entangled, catching their breath slowly. He heard Harriett whimper slightly when his fading erection slide out of her and he smiled. He only grunted softly when pushed to his side so that Harriett could slide from beneath him. He stretched out on his stomach, feeling blissfully close to sleep.

He opened his eyes when the hard, male body pressed against his back. Henry’s lips were on his neck and John shivered, feeling his cock twitch slightly. He could feel Henry’s cock, hard and heavy, pressing into his left butt cheek.

Henry pulled away slightly and John gasped when he felt a cold liquid being poured on his behind. Henry’s fingers found the liquid and began massaging John’s asshole with it.

John closed his eyes and willed himself to relax as Henry began stretching him. First one finger slid inside, oh so slowly, and then began thrusting. Then a second finger – then a third.

John was breathing hard when four fingers were inside him and he was whimpering slightly, knowing what was next and finding that he was desperate for it.

Henry pulled his fingers away, but both of his hands grasped John’s hips. He pulled gently and John knew what he wanted. He bent his knees, and pushed his ass back while raising his hips.

“Ah!” he cried when Henry’s cock head met his asshole. Henry stopped and soothingly whispered to him, telling him to relax. John breathed deeply, forcing himself to calm down and Henry pushed forward once again.

John exhaled and concentrated on relaxing as Henry pushed – and pushed – and pushed. John began to wonder if Henry was over a foot long until he finally felt balls on his ass. He found the sensation strangely soothing.

“Ah god, it’s been too long since I fucked a man,” Henry growled and began thrusting, very gently at first.

John opened his eyes and found that Harriett was kneeling on the floor beside them, watching. She saw that John’s eyes were open and leaned to him. She kissed him deeply then whispered, “You two are beautiful.”

Henry moved slowly, wanting to break John in gently. He heard John’s slight whimpers but they soon turned into low moans. Henry took the cue and began moving faster. He was encouraged by the ‘oh God!’ that came from John’s lips.

Harriett watched her two men mate, her eyes blazing. She and her husband had only shared two men before John and she wished it could happen more often. The site of her husband mounting another man aroused her so much she barely had to touch her own clit to make her body shiver in orgasm. She could only hope that John wanted to mount her husband before their fun was over.

Henry’s orgasm was loud and he couldn’t help but grasp John’s hips and ram into him hard a few times. John’s cries were also loud and although not orgasmic, they sounded pleasure-filled.

Henry slowly pulled out and sat back on the couch, gasping. John pushed himself up and stood, moving slowly as well. He felt sore but he found it a pleasant soreness. He turned and looked at Henry and Henry looked at him. They looked each other square in the eye for a few moments then both men smiled. John knew they were going to be all right with this.

John excused himself and visited the restroom to recuperate from his first gay encounter. When he returned to the living room it was to find Harriett stretched out on the floor before the fire, her legs spread wide. Her husband’s head was buried between them, his tongue deep inside her cunt.

“Oh, my John,” she whispered, reaching up with one hand. “Lie beside me and let our Henry please us both. He has such a wonderful mouth.”

John lie beside her but instead of stretching out on his back, he lie on his side and began caressing her breasts with his hands. She moaned deeply as his tongue began flicking her hard nipple and his fingers clutched her mounds possessively.

Henry glanced to his left and saw John’s hard cock right next to his head, almost brushing his cheek. He reached up and grasped it firmly, causing John to grunt. Henry continued to lick his lady but began stroking his best buddy at the same time.

Harriett’s fingers pulled Henry’s hair when she screamed her orgasm. He pulled his tongue away but quickly replaced it with his thumb. Harriett cried out harshly but followed it with a raspy ‘Yes!’ He pushed his four fingers up inside of her gently and he felt her pussy clutching at him as he began to stroke her.

“Jesus!” John yelled loudly when Henry’s mouth quite suddenly engulfed his cock. Henry grasped his hip and pushed the man to his back as he moved between his legs. Henry felt his wife pushing his hand away but he didn’t really mind. Now he could concentrate on John’s fabulous cock.

John was still crying out blasphemies, holding onto Henry’s head as he swallowed him. Henry moaned deeply and laughed softly when John yelled again at the intense vibration. Henry pulled back slightly and began slowing down a bit, afraid John was going to explode. Henry wanted to enjoy his friend’s cock for a while longer.

“Oh. Oh yeah,” John said softly and relaxed his legs, letting them fall open. He grunted in appreciation as Henry released his cock and scooped his left ball into his mouth, continuing to stroke his shaft with his right hand.

He looked over and saw Harriett lying beside them. He looked down at her breasts and said, “Come here, beautiful.” She smiled and brought her right nipple to his lips, which he engulfed eagerly. She moaned deeply as his tongue moved on her roughly for a few moments, but she whined impatiently when he pulled away.

“I want your pussy,” he explained. “Give it to me.”

She kissed him deeply but said, “I’ll give you my pussy – if you’ll fuck my husband.”

Henry must have heard because his head stopped bobbing.

“That’s a given, beautiful,” John said.

“I’ll get the lube.”

* * *

John looked down at Henry as he fucked him at a rather intense tempo. Henry’s heels were on John’s shoulders and his face was rapturous as his best friend plowed into him.

“Jesus!” Henry yelled, throwing back his head. “Faster! Both of you!”

John began thrusting faster and Harriett’s hand moved more rapidly on her husband’s cock. John was so close he could taste it but he wanted something more.

Henry yelled in despair when John pulled out but then cried out in delight when John came with a near scream, spurting his seed on Henry’s belly. He moaned deeply, feeling Harriett’s hand on his cock, coaxing out the last of his come.

He allowed himself a few moments to catch his breath, but it wasn’t long before he pushed Harriett’s hand away and moved down to dive onto Henry’s cock.

John moaned around his first mouthful of cock and Henry began crying out continuously until he came, filling John’s mouth with him come. John continued to suck until there was nothing left and still he sucked.

Harriett pulled him away and pulled him between her own legs where he gratefully dove in and began lapping madly, causing Harriett to cry out loudly. He didn’t stop until she had screamed twice.

All three lovers lie still in front of the dying fire for quite a while. John was awoken from his doze by Harriett. Henry was already gone and Harriett lead John into the bedroom where Henry was already asleep.

John slept between them in the king-size bed. A few hours later, he woke to find Harriett crawling on top of him to ride the erection she had created with her hand. They made love quietly and slept as soon as they had both come. Just an hour later, Henry woke him and seduced him. John spread his legs letting Henry fuck him a second time.

When Henry pulled out, he reached down and kissed John deeply. He felt another hand pull his lips away and Henry’s lips were replaced by Harriett’s smaller, delicate mouth.

“God,” John whispered. “I think I’m in love with both of you.”

“Glad to hear it,” Henry said, laughing softly. “Now we’ll never have to look for another roommate.”

“No,” John agreed. “I’m here to stay.”