The bar was loud but the three of us barely heard it. Lisa leaned over the table, her tits pushing against her low-cut top, and told the guy straight out. "My husband wants to suck your cock tonight. You in?"
Mark grinned and nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world. We paid the tab and drove back to our place. The second the door shut, Lisa was on me. "Strip," she ordered. "Both of you. I want to watch my husband get on his knees and take a real cock in his mouth."
Mark dropped his jeans first. His dick was thick, half-hard already, heavy between his legs. I felt my own cock twitch as I pulled off my clothes. Lisa stayed dressed, just kicked her heels off and sat on the edge of the couch, legs spread, watching everything.
"Get over here," she said to me. "On your knees. Open your mouth."
I sank down in front of Mark. His cock was right in front of my face now, the head dark and smooth. I could smell him, musky and male. Lisa's voice was low and filthy. "Lick it first. Taste what a real cock is like."
My tongue came out and dragged up the underside. Mark groaned. The skin was hot and a little salty. I did it again, slower, then wrapped my lips around the head and sucked. It felt strange and fucking hot at the same time, the way it filled my mouth, the way it twitched against my tongue.
"That's it," Lisa said. "Suck him. Take more."
I pushed forward, letting his cock slide deeper. My jaw stretched. Saliva ran down my chin. Mark put a hand on the back of my head, not forcing, just holding. I bobbed a little, getting used to the weight and the taste. Every time I pulled back I could see the shine of spit on his shaft.
Lisa leaned closer. "Look at you. My husband with a cock in his mouth. You like it, don't you? Tell me."
I pulled off long enough to answer, voice rough. "Yeah. I like it."
"Then suck it like you mean it."
I went back down harder. Mark's hips started moving, small thrusts that pushed his cock toward my throat. I gagged once but kept going. My own dick was rock hard and leaking on the floor. Lisa noticed and laughed. "Look at that. Sucking cock makes you leak. Dirty fucking husband."
Mark pulled out and slapped his wet cock against my cheek. "Open wider," he said. I did. He fed it back in, deeper this time. I relaxed my throat the best I could and let him fuck my face in short, steady strokes. Spit and precum mixed and dripped off my chin onto my chest.
Lisa stood up and came behind me. She reached around and grabbed my cock, stroking it slow while I kept sucking. "Don't come yet," she warned. "You come when he does, down your throat."
Mark's breathing got heavier. His hand tightened in my hair. "Fuck, he's good," he told Lisa. "Keeps trying to take it all."
"Make him take it," she answered.
Mark pushed deeper. My nose pressed against his pubic hair for a second before I had to pull back. I went right back down. My eyes watered but I didn't stop. The room smelled like sex and sweat. Lisa's hand on my cock kept me right on the edge without letting me tip over.
Mark's thrusts got faster. "Gonna come," he grunted.
Lisa's voice was right at my ear. "Swallow it. Every drop. Show me what a good cock-sucker you are."
Mark shoved in deep and came. Thick, hot pulses hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, some of it leaking out around my lips. He kept pumping until he was empty, then pulled out slowly. I licked the last drops off the head without being told.
Lisa let go of my cock and pushed me onto my back on the floor. She straddled my face, panties pulled aside. "Now eat me while you jerk off. You earned it."
I licked her while I stroked myself hard and fast. It only took a minute. I came all over my stomach and chest, groaning into her pussy. Lisa came right after, grinding down on my tongue.
Later, the three of us lay on the couch catching our breath. Lisa ran her fingers through the mess on my chest. "Next time," she said, "you're going to suck him while he fucks me."
Mark laughed. I just nodded, already half-hard again at the thought.