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The Blowjob with an Invitation

Brunette

If you’ve read my story “Foot Job Stewardess” or “Admiring Her Asshole” then you know my wife and I have a real open marriage. Not like the ones people talk about where one person is all into running around and the other is sad and jealous, but the one where we have fun with our lives and share every detail with each other and eat up every moment. We also lick out every moment from time to time after our adventures. Now as some of you might’ve gathered I’m a man with a box for a head, like corrugated cardboard. You might’ve even picked up on the fact that my wife is a werekitten, but that’s neither here nor there today. What today’s story is about is the time I was at my best college friend Tim’s wedding and stayed at his house for a night before going to the hotel that the wedding reception was going to be held. Now I wasn’t his best man, that was a job that his current best friend had, and I was more than fine with that. Now the house was pretty packed with family and some friends that came from around the country. I knew some of them, but most of them were strangers to me. Mrs. Dadbod wasn’t going to join me until the next night when I checked into the hotel. Before I left she said to me,

“Don’t forget to have fun and you don’t have to wait for me. Also, I want to know all about it!”

Well, I didn’t think anything would happen, not with that much family around, as I knew his family was pretty prudish. Either way, you never know when a chance to hook up and fuck might present itself. When I got there I was introduced to his new best friend, Dave, and Dave’s wife Christie. As is, at times, fairly normal, for the first hour both of them took on a fascination with my box head. Her more than him. Of course after the first hour, whatever it is, whatever aura that comes with the box, causes people to just accept it. Of course I took on a fascination with Christie’s killer body and extremely nice ass. She was wearing a short dress that had to be constantly adjusted, and it was a pleasure to see her ass cheeks check in from time to time and more often than not. We all went out for lunch before the business of the wedding planning final touches had to be handled by the bride, groom, best man, and maid of honor. In fact that’s kinda what dominated the lunch talk and both Christie and I were kinda board, even though we were asked questions and treated as consultants of sorts every few moments. Probably to make us feel included. After we were both asked about some detail that I couldn’t recall to save my life Christie asked me,

“What are you doing when they go do the wedding errand thing?”

I told her that the plan was to just go back to the house and chill, maybe watch a movie and have a drink, and then retire early so I could be refreshed for the rehearsal the next day. She remarked that she thought she would do the same. It was then that Dave, who was sitting right next to me jumped a bit and then did something to adjust himself under the table. That’s when Christie wrote something on the napkin and passed it across the table to me. It read,

“I’m playing with my husband’s cock with my foot under the table. I have two feet ;)”

I undid my fly and let my penis hang out and a moment later I could feel her toes playing with me. It took less than a minute for me to get hard and I started to wonder what might happen if we were both left alone at Tim’s house. Now this was all a tease for now, as it wasn’t likely that Christie could get either of us off with just one foot apiece, but it was a welcomed tease all the same. We continued our conversation and our random participation with the actual members of the wedding party until it was time to leave the restaurant. A challenging tuck of my erection into my pants and then away I went to my car. I overheard Christie ask,

“Do you mind if I ride back to the house with Boxhead, that way you wont have to go out of the way to drop me off?”

Dave didn’t mind and thanked me for driving her back. We all agreed that it made sense. So the two of us got into my rental car and Christie kicked off her heels right away. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she rubbed her foot while I drove. The foot that she was rubbing was the one that was touching my dick under the table. She then said,

“I should really finish at least half of what I started at the restaurant.”

Now I was focused on driving, that’s the only safe thing to do while driving, so I didn’t get the fullness of what she was suggesting, not until she reached over and unzipped my fly, reached into it and pulled my bahis siteleri semi erect dick out of my pants. Of course to finish what she started meant that her feet were going to go around me and she would be giving me a foot job, and that’s what she did. In no time at all my hard cock was between both of her feet. I said,

“Are you sure this is okay, Christie?”

She answered that it was only feet and that Dave loved it when she teased his friends with her feet, that she had given so many foot jobs as lost bets or for just the fun of it. She told me that she was going to tell him about this one while they fucked later that night, then asked me,

“It’s okay if I do this to you, will your wife mind?”

I told her that I would be telling her all about the surprise foot job I got on the way back to Tim’s house by the wife of the best man. Now I have to tell you, the reader, that this woman was really good at giving footies. I mean she was top notch. She varied her speed and knew just how to grip a cock at the right place and at the right time! I’m convinced that she wouldn’t need any lube at all to bring me to climax given that I was almost there, like a minute away, or less. She came to a full stop and brought a foot up to my face commanding,

“Lick it, slobber, and spit all over my feet! I can tell you’re about to cum, but I promise this will be worth it.”

I did as I was asked and boy was it worth it. Her feet and my spit were an amazing combination and by the time we got to the next stop light and it changed green I’d jizzed all over her feet, the steering wheel, my shirt, and on my box headed face!

HONK HONK!

“Oh my god, did you see how much that man unloaded on that chick’s feet!”

“Dude’s got a face full of cum.”

“Hey pretty lady, you can put those peds around my cock any time you want.”

“That freak is lucky as fuck.”

Then the light changed and the fellas in the car moved on and so did we. Christie asked me,

“Are you the kinda foot freak that likes to clean your messes?”

I told her I was and we spent the rest of the drive back to the house with her feeding me my own cum off of her feet. She sampled a little here and there too. When we got back she went to clean up in the upstairs shower and I cleaned up in the basement shower next to the room I was crashing in. I got dressed for the casual dinner everyone was going to meet up for that night with a certain satisfaction that only a foot job can give a guy like me. We all went out to eat at the Long Dog Hot Dog Bar and it was a fun place to hang, eat dogs, and have a few beers. Dave came up to me and said,

“Thanks for bringing my wife back to the house.”

I told him it was no problem at all, but said nothing about the footie, not knowing if they had time to talk about it together. He added,

“I didn’t want to go, she was teasing me mercilessly under the table when we were eating lunch. I was afraid that if I had to take her home I wouldn’t fulfill my best man duties.”

I agreed that those were important duties, indeed. He remarked,

“It would’ve sucked for me to miss it if the bride to be and the maid of honor did go around and make the groom and I satisfied. If you know what I mean?”

I’d had a few to drink but it took me a minute to process what he’d just said. Then I saw how much he was swaying as he walked away. The dude was probably not supposed to run his mouth about what I assumed were blow jobs. I looked over towards his wife, Christie, and the fiery redhead looked hot as fuck talking with the maid of honor and I wondered if she knew her husband’s cock had been in that cutie’s mouth not long after she gave me a foot job? I couldn’t help but ponder if both blow jobs and foot jobs was part of their deal or if her man stepped out of line? I shook it off and mingled with the rest of the group. Now I wasn’t the world’s greatest detective or anything, but at one point I noticed Christie and the maid of honor’s fiancée talking to each other, and they didn’t have smiles on their faces. Then they started sharing images on their phones. He was about to storm away and Christie grabbed his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. He calmed a bit.

“Boxhead?”

It was Christie’s voice. She sat next to me. I turned to look at her and I could tell she had something mischievous going on behind her eyes. She asked me,

“Are you free tonight, maybe after two or so?”

I told her that the only thing I would be doing then is sleeping or watching TV and I could stop either of those things canlı bahis siteleri if she needing something. I kinda knew where this might be going. She confessed,

“I learned about something that happened with some of the wedding party after lunch today. Let’s say it was more than Dave and I ever agreed to when it comes to sex and other people.”

I acknowledged what she was saying, not knowing the entirety of what she was going to unload on me and then she said,

“They all fucked. My husband fucked the bride and the maid of honor and the groom fucked them both too. I have a video of a video to prove it. I want your help.”

I told her I was up for anything so long as it didn’t fuck up the wedding, because clearly the bride and the groom were fine with the little orgy. She agreed, saying,

“I just want my share, but right now I don’t want it with either of them.”

So what I gathered by putting all the pieces together was that she wanted to hook up with me and maybe the maid of honor’s fiancée. The informal hot dog feast slowly broke up after it went on too long with people that just arrived in town showing up to say “hi” and all that stuff. When I got back to the house I took a quick shower, again, and just chilled on the couch in the basement while sitting on a towel. I was told that I’d have the small space to myself, so I hooked up phone to the TV and watched some porn while I waited for my wife to call me. When the phone rang I hit the face to face feature and when Mrs. Dadbod saw me on her screen she saw my glorious box head, naked body, and boner.

“Were you busy?”

I told her I’d been playing with myself casually.

“Did you get any action today?”

I told her I had, I told her about the teasing in the restaurant and the foot job in the car by the best man’s wife. Then I told her about the drama when his wife found out that there was a foursome with the bride, groom, best man, and the maid of honor. I let her know that she was going to meet me down here later on, I guess as part of her revenge. She warned,

“I’m fine with that, but don’t screw up the wedding, since they were both involved.”

I told her that that was my sentiment, too. We laughed at being of one mind and then she told me about her adventures the previous night. She underwent the change and went on the prowl for sexual prey in werekitten mode. That’s when she transforms into what can only be described at a werewolf kitten like creature. I can’t wait to explain that to you! Either way, she was certain that she screwed old man Green that lived around the corner.

“Don’t worry, he’s okay, just a little scratch, and he has had a smile on his face all day long.”

I asked her if he suspected it was her and she answered,

“No one ever does.”

I love to hear about her adventures, both in full human form and as a werekitten, but sometimes she doesn’t have much of a memory when it comes to those nights. Some more than others.

“I wish I remembered more, but it was nice to hear about your foot job, babe, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

I said goodbye to her while stroking my cock and she said goodbye to me while playing with her pussy. Damn, after we said goodbye we kept watching each other play with ourselves for another five minutes or so. She came and quickly ended the call. I held off. Instead of resuming the porn I watched other videos, pop culture shit.

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

I’d hoped it was Christie, being naked with a semi-erect cock and all. It was her. She was in a sheer black shirt, or skirt, seamed black thigh highs, and she was walking on her hands and knees towards me while licking her lips. She said,

“I’m going to suck your cock, like the bride and maid of honor sucked my man’s and the maid of honor’s fiancée is going to join us and fuck me, like my husband got to fuck both of them.”

My cock grew to its full hardness and I asked,

“After that everything is going to be cool, right?”

She nodded and added,

“Kevin agreed that this was enough, at least till they got back home, and for my part, well, I don’t know. I’ll probably take him to task at some point, maybe leverage this into more fun. I really don’t know yet.”

She licked my cock and kept talking, asking,

“I get the feeling your wife knows about this happening?”

I told her that it was so, and if it were just her and me that I would ask to record it for Mrs. Dadbod to see, or even do a video call. Every bit of that turned Christie on and she sucked on my hard cock even canlı bahis better. Then there was another light knock on the door. I whispered,

“Come in.”

I hoped it was Kevin and not Dave. It was Kevin and he was greeted with the sight of me getting my dick sucked with Christie’s ass inviting him to come in the room and into her.

I offered,

“Come on in and enjoy.”

He dropped his robe and his sizable erection was impressive indeed! He walked over behind Christie and ran his hand over her ass admiring its perfection. Christie taunted him saying,

“Fuck me like the groom fucked your fiancée, baby.”

Kevin grunted a bit of something angry and then got down on his back and Christie lowered her cunt onto his face. For a moment she stopped sucking me and just jerked me off. She was moaning,

“Probe my cunny with your tongue, baby, get it nice and ready to fuck.”

Being a part of this revenge scenario was hot. What was hotter still was when a little precum bubbled out of my dick she would lick it up like it was a tasty treat. Another erotic sight was watching his dick move and twitch as he ate her pussy. From her reaction he was going to town on her in a way she may not have felt before and he had his own pre cum leaking from his cock, too. Between his licking, her natural lube, and that? He was going to slide right in. She begged,

“Fuck me with that cock, make me your bitch Kevin!”

I fully expected more of the hand job treatment while Kevin was pounding that pussy from behind, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that she stepped up her cock sucking game to the next level when he took his position and slid that glorious erection into her, though she did whimper a bit with her mouth around me. Now I’m not shy, or ashamed, of my about average size cock, but there was no way I could’ve filled her like he did. I got the impression that her husband David couldn’t either. He didn’t seem to be holding anything back, and why should he be? His fiancee got fucked by her hubby and now it was their turn. I was just along for the ride, I guess.

“Oh my lord Kevin, you’re cock is so fucking amazing!”

I was starting to get worried, as Christie was proving to be a loud fuck. The last thing we needed was a scene after we were discovered. Then Kevin asked,

“Where do you want me to cum?”

Christie released my cock and answered,

“You’re both going to cum in my mouth and I’m going to give David a deep tongue kiss when I wake him up to fuck after we’re done.”

Hearing that was fucking hot and knowing that she was going to go fuck her husband after this gave me hope that they’d be just fine. I wasn’t sure what to think about Kevin though. Anyway, a few minutes later Christie was gushing all over Kevin’s large and fulfilling manhood and assumed a position on her knees between the both of us. She jerked our cocks with her hands and switched between his and mine for the dick sucking action. I was doing my best to hold off, as I wanted to be the last to cum. Kevin was ready to blow his load and announced it. Christie released me and used both hands to grab his ass while taking an impressive amount of him inside her mouth. He grunted and unloaded in her mouth. You could see that she was doing her best to swallow as he dispensed. I jerked off at the amazing sight and was ready to cum myself. She pulled her face off of his cock and took mine in her mouth and I unloaded into her. It was the second time she’d made me cum in 24 hours.

“I’ve never been so happy to take two loads from two different cocks then tonight, fellas. I’m not even mad at David anymore.”

That was nice to hear. Then Kevin spoke up saying,

“Yeah, I’m going to talk to her about it, but I’m less angry now. I just don’t know where to go from here? Maybe we’re even, but trust issues and all. Either way, this was fun and hot. Night you all.”

Kevin left my room and shortly after Christie did too. I cleaned up and went to sleep. The next day breakfast was pretty damn normal. Christie and David were all lovey-dovey and I couldn’t sense any tension between Kevin and his girl. When the bride and the groom came down from their rooms they had that just been fucked glow about them. Not long after them another couple came down looking about the same and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a morning four-way? Till this weekend I had no idea Tim was such a swinger. Maybe it was his bride to be that brought him into the fold? Either way it didn’t matter to me, I was just happy being his old college friend and not being in on the main event, but still partaking in the activities in my own way.

It was time to go pick up Mrs. Dadbod, and I couldn’t wait to tell her about what happened with Christie, Kevin, and I last night.

See you soon…

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