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I love hearing from you, so my email is: spartaguy23@gmail.com Awakening in Jamaica - Chapter 1 "Do you ever just cut loose and enjoy yourself Dunn?" asked my boss, Kai Patton. The question wouldn't have been that out of the ordinary, except that we were both naked at the time, sitting in the steam room of the health club we went to over lunch. The question wasn't taunting, it was more of actual concern. "Well, I enjoy doing things with Sage," I replied somewhat sheepishly. "Between my hardass boss and trying to raise a teenager, I don't really have a lot of time to "cut loose" as you say." Kai laughed, "Yea, I hear your boss is a real dick." As he said this, his hand reached down to his cock and scratched it. "And I can't imagine raising kids. I actually admire what you have done, but I do worry about you. All work and no play make my Cory a dull man." "Well, hopefully, it will make Cory a partner this year," I replied, giving my own cock a tug and taunting him a bit on the topic of my promotion. "Yea, I hear there is a rumor that might happen," said Kai, smiling. "But I don't want my new junior partner wound so tight, he can't enjoy the fruits of his labor." I had been working at this firm for 16 years, since I got my MBA at Harvard. The firm is a venture capital hedge fund. We work on very large deals. If we do our work right, the firm makes millions of dollars. I hadn't personally seen millions, but I was doing well for myself. Our health club was part of an old-time men's club in downtown Chicago. The health club was on the top floor and was for men only. The club itself was grudgingly letting women join, but as of yet, had not integrated the athletic area. It left it as a bastion of casual male nudity. No one ever wore a suit in the pool, although no one actually lifted weights naked, many guys wore only a jock. The sauna, steam room, and whirlpool were all nude. There was an area where you could get drinks and light snacks. Most guys were naked or wore towels in that area as well. At first, it was kind of odd seeing your bosses and co-workers totally naked, but after many years, it was totally comfortable. On weekends, a lot of dads brought their sons to the pool and introduced them to being comfortably naked around other men. There was obviously no open sexual activity at the club, but often when you entered the steam room, it seemed like the guys in there moved away from each other and tried to cover their obviously hard cocks. I often wondered if I should indulge in some of that activity. My sex life wasn't really active when I was married, and it was non-existent since my divorce. Kai was right. I had never really cut loose my entire life. I had met Maya during my undergrad at the U of Minnesota. I was a wide-eyed innocent from a small town and she was a stunning girl from the Cities. Growing up in a small town, all boys were expected to play sports, as it was the only way the town could field a team. I was never the star, but I was a passable athlete. I focused on my grades, which made me as much of outsider as there could be in a class of 65 kids. I was a good-looking nerd with a decent body, but apparently, I was Maya's type. Or she thought I was her type. I didn't drink or party during high school, not wanting to jeopardize my grades and chances of getting out of that god forsaken little town. So, being at college and dating Maya was my introduction to drinking and sex. She was 5' 7", long blonde hair and a very sexy body. After several dates, I clumsily lost my virginity to this beautiful woman. She didn't have much more experience than I did. While our sex was enjoyable, it was far from adventurous. To make a long story short, we got married the last year of college, moved to Chicago, and started working. She worked for a large accounting firm and made okay money, but I made substantially more. Our marriage started well, but as my work load at the firm increased, I worked more hours, I wasn't home much to help with our son, we had sex less and less, we argued more and finally, she said she wanted out. It was pretty amicable, but she obviously got half of what we had saved and a hefty child support check each month. She had primary custody the first five years after our divorce, but at age 10, Sage said he wanted to live mostly with me. He moved in full time and was with her every other weekend. I worked hard to be at my son's events and have supper with him each night. To keep up with the work load expected at the firm, this meant I fired up the lap top after Sage went to bed or when he did his homework. Being a full-time single parent and doing the work I did, left no time for dating, which seemed fine with me. After my divorce, my sex drive seemed to go as well. I definitely still jacked off a lot, but didn't have a desire to date. I had two objectives: raise my son and make partner in the firm. Until I achieved those, my right hand would suffice. Even at age 10, my son, Sage, looked stunningly like me. It's obviously normal for a son to look like his dad, but pictures of me at his age looked like they could have been taken of him. Now, at 14 as he was starting to really develop, we were sometimes mistaken for brothers. I'm 35, blonde, 6' 1" and still in pretty good shape. Sage wears his blonde hair longer than me, sporting some curls. His eyes are the same shade of blue. "I think we should work next week at the Jamaica House," said Kai, pulling my focus back. "You deserve a bit of working vacation." He seemed to be absentmindedly stroking his cock a bit more as he talked. "We can work there as easily as we can from here, that's why the firm owns it," he said. "Except there are obviously benefits to being in Jamaica and far from the office itself. We'll see if I can get you to relax and enjoy yourself a bit." His cock seemed to be about half hard. It wasn't unusual to see guys somewhat hard in this environment. It happens. You think about something, it triggers the reaction. I looked at my boss a bit more closely. I figured him to be in his 50's. His hair was more white than gray. His semi hard cut cock looked like it was about average in size. He was in good shape for a man of any age, not ripped, but toned. "Can you make it happen at home?" he asked. "We could leave this Friday and stay through the next weekend." I started to think of the logistics. It could actually work out. My son was on Spring Break the next week and was supposed to spend it with his mother. They were headed to Mexico for a beach vacation. "Actually, I think that would work," I said excitedly, but nervous as well. The Jamaica House was typically for partners only. The firm had bought it decades ago after a particularly good year. While the partners definitely worked while they were down there, it was hooked up for teleconferences, the rumor was that the partners definitely engaged in some behavior that wouldn't be acceptable at the home office. "Good! You'll enjoy the island vibe and get a taste for some partner benefits," said Kai standing up. We had been sitting in the corner of the steam room, so his cock was at my eye level. He wasn't totally hard, but it was sticking out parallel to the ground. I stood up and he put his arm on my shoulder. "We'll do plenty of work, but it's my mission to get you to enjoy yourself," he said, patting my butt like a coach would a football player. Except we were naked. And his dick was kind of hard and currently rubbing against my leg. I felt my own cock start to swell. I'd always considered myself totally straight, but lately, I was noticing men more and they were creeping into my jackoff fantasies. Maybe it was just my total lack of sex. Men were the only people I was actually seeing naked. It could be that was starting to affect me. We showered and went back to work without anything else really being said. Then about 4:30 in the afternoon, I got an email from Kai. "Just want to confirm that we will leave Friday afternoon and stay the week at Jamaica House. We will return the next Sunday. Let me know if this will work on your side and I'll have my admin make the flight arrangements." This was going to happen. In my memory, no one under the partner level had ever gone to Jamaica. I guess this meant I was indeed going to get the promotion. I called my ex to confirm that she was going to have Sage all next week and just to let her know that I was going to be out of town. We were on okay terms. After a brief stint about being bitter about Sage's choice of where to live, she had accepted that a boy would want to be with his dad. She said that yes, she would pick him up from school on Friday and on Monday, they would fly to Cancun for the balance of the week. I sent an email to Kai, "Things are good on my side. I'll take my lead from you and do everything you do to unwind and enjoy myself. LOL" The response was quick, "I'll hold you to that. Everything I do, you do.......lol." I wondered if there were more to that statement than met the eye, but decided even if there were, I was going to go for it. He likely smoked a little weed while down there. I hadn't done it since college, but I would be game. It was Wednesday, which meant Sage met me at my office after school. Wednesdays were our day to go swimming at the club and then have dinner out. Before I knew it, I got an IM from the front receptionist, "Your mini-me is headed back." It was the running joke in the office that Sage looked so much like me, everyone just referred to him as "mini-me". "Hi dad," he said, giving me a hug. Even as a teenager, he still let me do that. It seemed the other boys his age had long since stopped hugging their parents. Or their parents stopped hugging them. In any case, we broke the hug and I put my laptop and other items into my bag and we headed out to the club. He was bursting with news about what was going on at school, so I held off on my own news. There wasn't anything big in his description of things, but I guess small things seem big to a 14 year old. Finally, after we checked in and walked toward the lockers, he caught his breath. As we put our clothes in the locker, I told him about my trip. We were obviously used to seeing each other naked. He had been coming to the club with me since he was a toddler. At home, I wouldn't say we were nudists, but it wasn't unusual for us to be naked or nearly naked walking around the house. It was odd, given how much we had been naked, that I hadn't taken a good look at him in a while. He had grown in the last year. He was now about 5' 6". His shoulders hadn't really started to broaden, but it was obvious that he was going to be a well-built guy. His chest showed a little definition and his stomach was muscular but didn't show a 6 pack. He had a very light trail of hair from his belly button to his pubic hair. It seemed like he was doing a bit of trimming around his cock and balls, but I couldn't be sure. His balls hung slightly, and his soft dick hung a good 3+ inches soft. I briefly wondered how big it was when it got hard. My son was at that interesting age, not still a little boy, but not yet a young man. "That sounds awesome! So, do you think he will tell you about your promotion while you are down there?" he asked. "I don't know if it will happen there or not, but it seems pretty much a lock," I replied. "Congrats dad!" he said, giving me a full body hug. It surprised me a bit. I could feel my cock pressing against his stomach. "Thanks Buddy!" I said, enjoying the emotion of sharing this news with my son. It hit me that I hadn't been naked and hugging another person since my divorce. As we separated, I felt like my dick was slightly swollen. I glanced at my son and was convinced his cock was bigger than it was just a minute ago. We cut the swimming laps short, so we could have a bit more of a celebration dinner. My son always openly talked with me about things going on in his life. Tonight's discussion centered around his best friend Tray. Apparently, Tray had a girlfriend. Although Sage and Tray were freshman, this girl was a sophomore. It was quite an achievement to have a girlfriend a year older. I asked if there was anyone he had his eye one. "Not yet dad," he answered. "I think a lot about it. I want to be with someone for sure. But it's hard. I just don't want to get turned down." "You don't just look like me, you are me," I laughed. "If your mother hadn't made the first move, you wouldn't be here. I was never confident enough to ask first." "But dad, you're hot!!" my son protested. "All of my friends say you are the best-looking dad of any of my friends." "Well, that's flattering.....I think," I said, pondering what it meant for a bunch of 14-year olds thinking I was "hot". "But you are a carbon copy of me, so if I'm hot, then you are as well." "Well........it's not the same," Sage said quietly. "I understand completely," I said, talking his hand. "Your friends may think I'm hot, but that switch still hasn't flipped in my mind. Hopefully, it will sometime soon for you." It's funny how the mind works. My son and I each look at the other and each see a very good-looking person. I know my son is incredibly handsome. I see it, people tell me all the time. And they tell me we look so much alike. But I look in the mirror and see nothing special. Unfortunately, in addition to my looks, it seems I have passed a lack of self confidence in the looks department on to my son. The rest of our meal was enjoyable but started to steer away from teenage angst and midlife self-doubts and finished as a lovely evening with one of my favorite people. Thursday was a bit of a blur. Even though it was going to be a working vacation, there were still things I needed to get down before I felt comfortable leaving. I guess Kai was right, I might be wound a bit too tight. On Friday morning, I realized it would be the longest time I wouldn't see Sage since he came to live with me. It was a bit emotional when we hugged goodbye. "Enjoy Mexico, don't get sunburned, and be nice to your mom," I said. "Enjoy Jamaica, don't get sunburned, and don't smoke too much weed," teased Sage as he headed for the bus. The morning was a bit of a blur. I was making sure everything was in order. I meet with some of the junior staff who worked for me, lining out the work to be done the next week. It was about 10 AM and we all got the same IM. "All staff lunch 11:30 in the large conference room. Attendance is required. Kai." "Wonder what that's about," muttered one of my staff, looking to me. "I have no idea," I replied. But in the back of my mind, I was hoping it would be an announcement. Shortly before 11:30, I walked into the conference room and saw Kai motioning me to come over. "Hey, why don't you sit with me," he said with an arm on my shoulder. At the table there just happened to be the other partners in the firm. As the desert was served, Kai stood up and the room immediately quieted. "I appreciate everyone attending on short notice," he began. "I'm going to make this short and sweet because we have a plane to catch. I would like to introduce you to the newest partner of Patton and Associates, Mr. Cory Dunn!" The room erupted in applause and the partners at my table were shaking my hand. For about 10 minutes, folks shook my hand and said congratulations and then Kai put his arm on my shoulder and whispered, "Let's get the fuck out of here, the tropics are waiting." And he led me from the room. "Get what you need from your desk and meet me in the lobby. I have a car waiting for us," said Kai, heading for his office. I had been told to pack light, so I had one suitcase, mostly casual clothes suited for the tropics, one sport coat, some swim suits and that was about it. As the driver opened the door of the stretch limo, I could see someone was already in the car. As I got in, I was surprised to see it was Kai's wife Erika. I had met her numerous times. "Hi Cory, ready to get this party started?" she said, handing me glass of champagne. As the car pulled away, we raised out glasses. "Congratulations on the partnership and here is to a week of letting our hair down!" said Kai. "Don't worry Dunn, Erika won't cramp our style," laughed Kai, obviously picking up on my surprise that his wife was going to join us for the trip. Erika Patton was Kai's second wife. She was 30 years old and a stunning blonde. She wasn't waif thin, but slender. Her tits were large but not obviously fake. While, it was somewhat obvious that she was a trophy wife, I knew she was a successful artist and a graduate of Northwestern. She was nobody's dummy. We were in first class, Kai on the window, Erika next to him, and me on the next aisle. We spent the trip in easy conversation. Erika gave me the lowdown on the House and grounds. The pool and grounds are completely private. Beaches in Jamaica are technically never private, but there were other houses on either side for quite a distance, so the beach was generally deserted. Now and then there would be people from the houses on either side. While we certainly enjoyed the free booze in first class, we were only slightly buzzed when we finally arrived on the ground in Negril. As we came through the door toward baggage claim, we were greeted by a man with a very dark complexion. Kai gave him a one-armed hug and handshake, Erika threw her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. "Mr. Patton, Miz Patton, good to see you as always," he said in lilting tone with a slight British accent. "Mr. Dunn, it's a pleasure to meet you sir. I look forward to serving you in the years to come." He shook my hand with a strong grip. Did he already know I had been made partner? "Dunn, this is August Butler," said Kai. He manages the House for us. Despite his surname, don't ever think of him as simply a Butler. He makes more than some of our junior associates and he is worth every penny. You will meet his wife and children shortly, as they live on the grounds. August was dressed in an impeccable white uniform. Short sleeves and short pants suited to the climate. He was my height, about 6' 1", with short hair, and an impressive body. His shoulders were broad, his waist narrow. He was a very handsome man. "This way please, I have the car just outside," said August. "Devon will bring your bags." He led us outside and the hot humid air hit me. Immediately, my polo shirt and khakis felt like way too much clothing. We got into a customized van. The seats in back faced each other. It was running, and the AC was on, so it was a welcome relief. Just as we were getting settled, a young man dressed in the same uniform as August wheeled a cart with our bags toward the van. The back door opened and the two quickly had us packed up. August got in the driver's seat. The young man got in back and reached for my hand. "Hello, Mr. Cory, sir. I'm Devon. Would you like beer or champagne?" he said. He looked just younger than my son, but about the same height. He was tall and slender. He would likely grow to resemble his father, but for now, his body hadn't caught up to his height. It was beers around. After he served the drinks, he climbed into the passenger's side. "It's just under an hour to the House," said Kai. Now that it was just us, the mood was a lighter. Kai's hand was on his wife's bare thigh. Erika didn't seem to mind the forwardness. "Devon, you've grown so much since I saw you last," said Erika. "Yes, Ma'am," replied Devon, smiling, but not shyly. "I've grown 4" since I saw you last." "Oh my! Four more inches?" said Erika teasingly. "I can't wait to see that!" "I think he means taller, dear," said Kai laughing. "Well, I'm still looking forward to it," said Erika joining in the laughter. I wasn't exactly following, but figured at some point during the week, it would make sense. More beer, more easy laughter and banter, and we were soon at the House. We went through a gate and a curved drive. It was a large 2 story plantation style house with columns. The vegetation was lush and beautiful. As we got out of the car, I could see Devon more fully. He was indeed my son's height. If they were standing together, they would opposites. Sage blonde, light complexioned, a bit more solidly built; Devon slender, as dark as his father, rail thin. "Mr. Dunn, we will bring your things to the room. Please go in the house and my wife will show you to your room," said August, pointing toward a woman standing in the doorway. She was about 5' 9", as dark chocolate as her husband. Her hair was in braids just past here shoulders. She wore a purple sarong. While it covered what it needed to cover, it also showed off her curvy figure. "Mr. Cory, welcome to Jamaica House," she said, giving me a hug. "I'm Antonia and I already know all about you, so let's get you to your room and start teaching you to enjoy the island." She ushered me away from Kai and Erika, giving me a quick tour of the house as we went. I saw a living room, a library, a dining room that she said also became a conference room. The bedrooms were on the second floor. She pointed out which one Kai and Erika would be in. We passed several closed doors that Antonia said were other bedrooms. Finally, at the opposite end of the hall from where Kai would be, she opened the door and let me into the very spacious room. There was sitting area with a loveseat, a couple of chairs, and coffee table. There was a dressing area with a vanity. The bed was a king size four poster. She led me to the bathroom which was immense. The shower area was open on two sides. It had multiple heads on the two walls. It was large enough for several people. "You'll want to take a shower and freshen up after your trip. There is everything you need already in here, so no need to wait for your suitcase," she said. As soon as she said it, I realized a shower would feel awfully good. I sat on a chair and started to remove my shoes and socks, reflecting on the trip so far. That Erika was along was a surprise, but not a shock. The staff appeared incredibly helpful. I guess August was the only one formal enough to use my last name and his wife and children kept an air or formality but used my first name along with the "Mr.". I laid my clothes on the chair and headed toward the shower. It took me a few minutes to figure out the various knobs and sprays, but it was amazing once I had it down. The spray started to sober me up a little bit. I had been building a slow buzz the whole day, but as I cleaned myself off, my head cleared. I wondered what all Kai was up to. It seemed he had a bit of plan in regard to getting me to unwind. I resolved that whatever he suggested, I would go ahead and do. I turned off the shower and turned around, realizing I didn't know where the towels were. "Here you are Mr. Cory," said Devon handing me a large fluffy towel. His uniform had been replaced with a red sarong wrapped around his thin waist. At first, it shocked me a little bit that he was there and I was naked, but it certainly didn't seem at all odd to him. I began drying myself. "I've laid out something for you to wear and put your clothes away for you," he said watching as I dried myself. I figured this was just standard procedure, him waiting to help me in some way. But there is a difference in the way someone looks at you just making casual conversation, and the way someone sizes you up, taking in your body and how you look. In this case, it seemed very much the later. "You have a great body, Mr. Cory," said Devon smiling. "You must work out a lot." "Thank you, Devon," I replied. "I work out some, but I think most of it is just lucky genes." "I'll take that," he said, reaching for the towel. "You missed a bit though." He took the towel and began drying my back. He started on the shoulders and moved down. He didn't stop and began massaging my ass using the towel. I may have missed a bit of my back, but this was certainly more than was necessary. Since I wasn't objecting, Devon kept going. Soon his towel covered hand was reaching through the back of my legs drying my upper thigh. The back of his hand was brushing my balls. He did the other leg and as soon as it started, it stopped. Was this something sexual or actually just part of what he felt he needed to do. My cock didn't care, as it was slightly engorged and not laying flat against my hanging nutsack. Cory hung up the towel and moved in front of me into the room. Laying on the bed was a turquoise sarong. "I can help you tie it Mr. Cory," said Devon as he picked it up. "That's what I'm supposed to wear?" I asked, surprised. "Yes, sir, that's all we wear when we are just in the house," replied Devon. "It makes it easier to get in the pool or go to the beach. Plus, it's a lot cooler. Here." He stepped toward me. The idea of wearing this sarong and obviously freeballing it, gave my somewhat hard dick a jolt and it stood out even more. "We'll do it like this, so it won't stick out so much Mr. Cory," said Devon has he reached for my dick and pushed it up against my body, quickly putting the sarong over it, holding it to my body. He tied the knot on my side in a way that covered me at the hips but left a good deal of my upper thigh showing. "There are sandals right there. Everyone else is at the pool. I can take you there." Did he just have his hand on cock? My cock that was getting harder by the minute. Thank goodness he had, because wearing only this piece of cloth, my dick wouldn't be at its full 8 plus inches, but it certainly would have been sticking out. "I need to fix mine too," said Devon. He untied his sarong and let it drop down. His cock was like him. Long and lean. He wasn't fully hard, but it was obvious he had a long cock for someone his age. He was either trimming his pubes or they were still growing in. Given the total lack of hair on his body, I was thinking they were still growing in. His dick was half hard and sticking straight out from his body. "My legs aren't the only part of me that grew this year," he said smiling and catching me staring at his young cock. "But, we should get down to the pool." As if putting an end to any thoughts of staying and each of us jacking off. He quickly did the procedure on his own cock, cleverly hiding his erection under the sarong. When we got to the pool, Kai and Erika were laying on chaise lounges, both in dark blue sarongs. The lounger closest to Erika was empty. "You're here! Let's get this party started!" said Kai. "Sit down, we'll relax before dinner." As if from nowhere, Augustus appeared with a small platter. There were a couple of joints and a lighter. Augustus had also changed. The white uniform was gone and in its place was a black print sarong that made his body look even sexier. His broad chest had incredible definition, his stomach had hints of a six pack. It was obvious that he hadn't used Devon's trick of tucking his cock up into the waistband of his sarong. While he wasn't hard, he had big dick and it was swinging freely. "Don't feel obligated Dunn, but don't feel that you should hold back for any reason. You just made partner and you deserve to celebrate a little. We'll work on Monday, but in the meantime, feel free to have a buzz whenever," he said. He took one of the joints, lit it, took a big hit, and passed it to Erika. "I haven't smoked since I was in college," I said. I've always been afraid to with Sage in the house, just in case he got sick or something." Erika handed me the joint. "Well, this is good stuff, so take it easy to start," she counselled. I put it to my lips and inhaled. My lungs didn't like it and it was all I could do to hold it in before I sputtered out the smoke and coughed several times. "It'll get better baby," Erika said, "try it again and then give it some time to see where you are." She handed it back and I tried again. I was able to hold it in much better this time. It went back to Erika and Kai. "Would you like a beer or a cocktail?" came a girl's voice. A young girl that looked like a softer version of Devon was standing on the other side of me, her orange sarong covering her tall, lean body. Under the top of the sarong, the very beginnings of tits were forming. "Dunn, this is Camille, and yes, she and Devon are twins," said Kai. "Know if you tell one of them something, the other one will know shortly. Sometimes they don't even say it. They just know. And I'll have a beer, sweetie." "Beer for me as well," I said. She gave me a big smile. I assumed that Devon had informed her about my cock. When the beer arrived, Kai got up and straddled the lounge Erika was on. This had the effect of putting his cock and balls on full display to both me and Erika. He seemed to be slightly hard already. Kai began to openly stroke her legs. "God, I love it down here," said Kai looking lustily at his wife. "Good dope, good company, and a beautiful woman." I felt a hand begin to caress my leg. "How are you feeling Cory?" Erika asked. "A little buzzed or do you need another hit?" As she asked, her hand moved more toward the inside of my thigh. "I'm good," I said, not really sure how to react. I definitely had a bit of a buzz. Her touch felt amazing. I hadn't had someone caress me in years. Even if I hadn't been high, this would have gotten me there. As it was, I was focusing on the feelings of her hand going back and forth, each time getting closer to my balls. My eyes were closed and I spread my legs, allowing my balls to hang freely. I could feel the light breeze on my hardening cock. I remembered why I like weed. The hyper focus on sensations was amazing. With each stroke, she came further inside my leg and further up, closer to my balls......and then she was there. Her fingers lightly brushing my balls, sending sensations I hadn't felt in years through my body. "I told you his cock would be amazing," whispered Kai. Through my foggy mind, I snapped back to where I was: laying on a lounger, my legs spread, and my boss's wife caressing my painfully hard cock. "Oh my god.....I'm so-" I began. "Lay back and enjoy it," said Kai. "if we didn't want to fuck around with you, we wouldn't have brought you." Erika got up and came over to my lounge, she knelt in front of my cock and took me into her mouth. "Holyyyyyyy fuckkkkkkkkk....." I sighed. My whole body jolted. What she was doing to my dick felt so much better than the only other person who had sucked my dick ever did. Kai reached over and untied Erika's sarong. His was gone as well. He was kneeling behind her, reaching forward to squeeze her tits. I could tell he was about to fuck her. I just laid back and watched and enjoyed the feelings. She would suck around the head of my cock and then slide all the way down, coming back up using her tongue to lick me. She pulled off for a moment and moaned loudly, then went back to sucking my cock. "Oh yea, Dunn, I'm fucking her right in front of you while she sucks your cock," said Kai. "My cock is right where yours is going to be shortly, so don't blow your load yet. If you think her blow jobs are good, wait until you feel this pussy slide up and down your cock. Erika has wanted to fuck you since the first time she saw you. And now, I'm going to let you do it. You both deserve it. My beautiful wife, my best new partner, oh yea baby suck that big cock of his while I fuck you........." He trailed off, focusing on what he was doing. Each of his strokes caused her to move forward a bit, giving a rhythm to her blow job. My head was swimming. He wants me to fuck his wife. He is getting off watching her suck my cock. She must have sensed I was getting close, as she pulled off and began licking my balls. My ex never did that, and it was amazing. She held my cock in the air while she licked. "Oh, yea, his cock is great baby. You're going to love it going into your cum filled pussy, cuz I'm gonna fill you up right now with a big load!" said Kai. His hands were on her hips, pulling her towards him and his orgasm ran through him. She looked at me and smiled. "This time, I'm gonna fuck you," she cooed, "but next time you get to fuck me." She crawled up so that she straddled me. She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest. I could feel the lips of her pussy rubbing on my cock. My hips strained up toward her. My body needed this. I could feel a hand starting to stroke hard dick. It had to be Kai's. Erika raised her hips and I felt the hand still stroking me, but pointing me in the right direction. Slowly she lowered herself down onto me. Kai was right, he had filled her with cum. She was very tight, but slid easily down my cock. I could feel his cum dripping out over my balls. "This cock needs to be used often baby," Erika said as she gained a steady pace riding me. I felt like a teenage boy getting his first pussy. It had been so long, I forgot just how good a pussy on your cock feels. I was surprised I didn't cum immediately. But I knew it wouldn't last real long. "Yea baby, ride that big dick," said Kai. "It looks so fucking hot from back here. Your tight little pussy stretched over that nice cock. Make him cum." I could feel the cum start to rise. And then I felt something on my balls. It was a tongue. Kai's tongue. He softly licked my balls. "Oh my god! I'm gonna cum......oh my god!" I screamed. My hips thrust up with each of the first three shots of cum. The next several were more just my body shaking and pumping out more cum. Erika continued to ride my cock, which stayed hard for a lot longer than usual. It wouldn't be hard enough to fuck again, but she still rode me for a good minute or two before my soft cock slipped out of her pussy, resulting in gush of cum flowing down on my balls. I saw movement to the side. "Mama says supper will be ready in 40 minutes and you should probably get cleaned up," said Devon. He hadn't done his little trick with the sarong, as his cock was pointing straight out for anyone to see.