Fosta

 Not long after the incident I mentioned in my previous story, I came home
one evening and was met by a blast of thumping music as I entered the
house. The stereo was pounding out a techno mix, and I found Fosta,
Scott and Beth together in the kitchen.

There was an open bottle of tequila on the counter (along with a shot
glass,) and Fosta was seductively bumping and grinding against Beth in
the middle of the kitchen. Scott was leaning against the counter, swigging
on a beer, and obviously enjoying the show. For a second no one noticed
I was standing in the doorway, which was just long enough for me to get a
good look at the thick lump bulging in Scott's jeans. He was definitely
enjoying the show!

Fosta noticed me first, but kept grinding and said "what's up?" Beth and
Scott looked then, both saying "hi," and I couldn't help but notice that Scott
immediately shoved his hand in a pocket of his jeans to try and hide his
arousal.

Beth quit dancing and made for the bottle of tequila, poured herself a shot
and downed it, then poured one for Fosta. They were all pretty
glassy-eyed, and I chatted with them for a few minutes as they each did a
shot. After Scott downed his, Fosta immediately invited me to have one
with them and, surprisingly, Scott poured one and handed it to me. I'm not
a heavy drinker, and I've always despised tequila, but wasn't about to turn
down a shot handed to me by an incredibly hot straight dude with a half
hard cock in his pants! Smile. I downed it and gritted my teeth.

We talked for a few minutes, then, noticing that the thick bulge in Scott's
pants had disappeared, decided it was time for me to let them get back to
their fun. I excused myself and went to my room to change clothes. By
the time I returned to the livingroom, the threesome had retreated to
Fosta's bedroom. The stereo had been turned down, so I shut it off and
switched to watching TV (making myself comfortable in the recliner!)

It was nearly an hour before I heard the familiar sounds of Fosta's
groaning coming from the bedroom. That was also about the time that I
needed to take a serious piss. A little self-conscious, I went to the
bathroom, as quietly as possible, and closed the door. With Fosta's
bedroom being just on the other side of the bathroom wall, her groans and
whimpers were loud as hell. I was in mid-stream when my ears locked on
a low noise that was hidden under the sound of Fosta's moans. I couldn't
quite figure out what it was so, after finishing my whizz, I quietly put an ear
against the wall.

It only took a second for me to realize that the low thump, thump, thump I
could hear was the sound of Fosta's bedrails thumping against the wall.
Scott was apparantly thrusting hard enough to move the bed. Damn! I
returned to the recliner with a raging bone in my pants and stared blankly
at the the television, trying to picture in my head what was happening in
the bedroom.

About twenty minutes later, Fosta emerged and paused, on her way to the
bathroom, long enough to seductively show me her tongue. Eeeesh! She
was wearing nothing but a long t-shirt that hit her mid-thigh, and
disappeared into the bathroom after giggling from my reaction to her
tongue work. A few minutes later, Scott came out and passed through the
livingroom, pointing to the kitchen...

" Gonna grab a beer. "

As before, he'd apparently just quickly pulled on his jeans and, although
they were zipped this time, the snap wasn't fastened. When he returned,
he paused beside the recliner to see what I was watching on TV and
swigged his beer. We exchanged a couple comments, and I found myself
wondering if he was doing it to be nice or simply to avoid having to be
alone in the bedroom with Beth. Smile.

A few moments later Fosta finished in the bathroom and joined us. She
put an arm around Scott's waist (right beside me) and took a drink of his
beer. When I looked up, she gave me another showing of her evil tongue
and laughed. I saw her glance down at my crotch for a split second (I was
trying to hide my boner,) then smiled and began fumbling with Scott's
jeans. He laughed and tried to pull away...

" What are you doing? "

She yanked him back by a belt loop and tugged at his zipper...

" I'm gonna show Hampster your big pee-pee. "

Hampster was Fosta's nickname for me and, no, I won't tell you why!
Smile. He laughed nervously and tried to pull away again, but she yanked
him back one more time. He still attempted to struggle and said...

" Why? "

She looked down at me and grinned...

" Because he LIKES big pee-pees. "

Scott gave another nervous chuckle, but quit resisting and swigged his
beer. Fosta finished unzipping, then pulled his jeans open and gently
eased his cock out.

Damn!

It was thick as hell and, even soft, it looked about six inches long. I'll say it
again, damn! She let it hang outside his jeans, then turned his hips to
face me. There I was, just two feet away from the big cock I'd heard so
much about (and been fantasizing about like crazy!)

I felt my face turn red, but still took a quick look. Smile. When I glanced
up at Scott, he was looking down at me with a half-smile, then leaned
back and took another long pull off his beer. I exchanged a couple quick,
embarrassing comments with Fosta, then she turned and dragged Scott
back to the bedroom by a belt loop. As she closed the bedroom door, she
gave me one more seductive, tongue wagging look.

Over the next hour or so, the three made alternating trips to the bathroom
during another intense fuck session. When the little party finally wrapped
up, Scott took a quick shower so his wife wouldn't suspect that his night
'out with the boys' had actually been a night of pounding his giant cock
into another woman.

After he left, Fosta dropped on the couch and chatted with me for a few
minutes before returning to Beth, who waited in the bedroom. We
discussed Scott's big 'pee-pee' in some detail, and she offered to talk him
into us having a threesome together. I said...

" Thanks, but no thanks. "

Eeeesh! She got a good laugh out of that thought, then retired for an
intimate evening with Beth. Sexually frustrated from the night's
entertainment, and horny as fuck, I went to bed and had a good fuck
session of my own... with my hand. Smile.

A couple weeks later I finally got to see Scott in action.