Airtight: A Couple’s Fantasy Fulfilled

“I’m not sure I’m up for this,” I muttered as we approached the posh house set back in the hillside.

“Oh, really?” She responded, taking my arm, “I think you’ve been aching for this your whole life!”

“No, really,” I said with more intent. “Fantasies and role play and all that is one thing. I’m not sure I ever thought it would come to this.”

I held her gaze, somewhat for reassurance and somewhat out of encroaching terror. Lisa pulled me off the path to a shrub area, then took my hands in hers.

“Honey, no one is going to pressure you into anything you’re uncomfortable with. I know it’s taken you a long time to get to tonight, where you’re no longer afraid of your feelings and desires. I want this as much as you, and our play partners have come together to help us live out this fantasy.”

She closed the gap between us. “We’re not doing anything new, nor with people that we haven’t been with before. But the thought of doing it all at once is fucking mind blowing, don’t you think?”

I did think. I thought about the preparations we’d made to be our best selves. Eating right, cleaning right, and drinking plenty of fluids, as we would for any other play party. I thought about our amazing sexual journey and the varied experiences we had. And maybe most importantly, the close friendships we made as we explored mind and body boundaries and possibilities.

Tonight would be the realization of a scenario we’d played out in private, using toys and such. That was more of a fit and function check than anything else, and it gave us enough validation and tingles to know what we wanted during this evening of service and submission. We would do the servicing, and the five men joining us would receive our submission to them. If all went to plan, the night would culminate with Lisa and I together, with all five orifices stuffed at once. Airtight, as the term goes.

I shivered with excitement, as I had every time I thought of the experience, since Lisa brought it up two months ago.

“That would be so fucking hot!” she’d exclaimed with giddy delight. “Who should we ask?”

Our friend Brad was an obvious choice. He had made me feel so comfortable at exploring male on male sex that I wanted him there. We approached others in our play community until we found four men that made sense and were available. Darren, Ollie, Craig and Mario were excited and honored to be taking part. All four were comfortable with friendly fire and incidental contact, a key component to keep this from getting weird. It’s funny how guys expect ladies to be fine with rubbing and touching each other, but freak out about crossing swords. These men had showed at more than play party that they were down to fuck, regardless of the players.

I gazed into the eyes of my perfect partner, the woman I’d had so many wonderful life experiences with.

“I’m thirsty,” I said to her. “Let’s go in and find some meat straws, shall we?”

She giggled and kissed me on the cheek. Arm in arm, we walked to the door.

Brad greeted us. “The sluts have arrived, boys,” he bellowed back into the house.

“Is that all we are to you?” I said back to him in an indignant tone.

“For tonight, yes!” he replied with a chuckle, “but first, let’s make you feel welcomed.”

We made our way through the foyer to a room Brad used for sex parties. The other men were already there and greeted us warmly as the banter flowed. On the surface, you’d think it was a casual gathering, with guys kicking around the latest trends and gossip. Lisa didn’t let that last long by announcing that she was stepping into a side room to “freshen up”.

“You coming?” she said to me with a wink.

“He will be,” Ollie chimed in, “when we let him.” I smiled at him and followed Lisa.

We reemerged fifteen minutes later. Lisa wore a lacy red bra and thong set, with her shoulder length hair slicked back, which made her feel fearless. Ready to take on all comers. I wore a simple magenta thong, my favorite color, ever since I started exploring my bisexual interests.

“What, no panty hose?” Mario asked.

“I’m not wasting money on things that will get ruined,” Lisa responded. “Besides, we’re all the ‘hoes’ you’ll be needing tonight.”

“Damn right,” Craig added. “Whether or not you’re up to it.”

“Oh, he’ll be up to it,” Darren said, eying my thong. “Just give him a minute or two to realize he’ll have more cock than ever.”

“Alright, you horn dogs,” Brad said, then turned to us. “Give us the rundown one more time.”

Lisa took the lead. She often did that when we played together.

“First off, Liam and I want to thank you for doing this. You all know how special you are to us. The friendships we’ve formed will last forever.”

“I also want to thank you for letting us do this here, Brad. You showed him the joys of sucking cock and popped his anal cherry,” she said, then turned to me and added, “Who ever knew he was such a cockslut?!”

I smiled back and kissed her. She placed a hand on my cheek and asked, “Are you ready?”

I couldn’t say yes fast enough.

“Gentlemen,” she said, “Liam and I have shared our thoughts about how this might play out, but are open to wherever the night takes us. Your preferences and our desires for things we haven’t experienced with some of you have influenced it, but we’re open to going with the flow. Our one wish, the purpose of this night, is that everyone remains comfortable, and that Liam and I wind up together and airtight at some point.”

She looked at Brad, handing the reins back to him.

“Is everyone still okay with what’s about to go down?” he asked. The others all responded with nods and smiles.

I looked at Lisa, who extended her arm to me. I clasped it, and together we walked to the sectional, where we sat and began fondling each other. The guys remained where they were, knowing that we’d bring them in when ready.

Our lips caressed and possessed each other with giddy anticipation. It wasn’t long before she leaned back atop pillows and armrest, then beckoned me to savor her pussy. I cast aside my normal practice of worshiping my way to her pussy. There was too much effusive energy in me, and the desire to engage our co-conspirators wouldn’t wait. Our satiation lay in mutual compersion and the cocks of others.

I was caressing her labia with my tongue when powerful hands began massaging my ass, drawing out a moan that echoes within her. She cooed in response and encouraged me to draw her sweet nectar out as my tongue massaged her clitoris.

Lisa pulled my slickened face up.

“Fuck me, Liam,” she said firmly.

I tucked my thong under my cock and balls, then began gliding the head over her slickened opening before easing in. Together, we fucked with slow determination as we kissed. It was gratifying torture, knowing just how raucous things would get, but made the moment electric.

“I can’t remain like this,” I said to her.

She held my face and responded. “I can’t either. I love you so much. Let’s dive into this treasure trove.” Then she grabbed my hips to still my movement.

“Darren,” she called out. “Be a dear and bring your cock over.”

I looked up to see that the men had stripped. Lisa pulled my head down to resume kissing while my cock explored her depths. Then I felt a nudge against my head and turned, revealing magnificent glans and a flared corona in search of attention. Lisa wrapped her hand around the shaft and tapped it against my cheek, saying “Little lips, little lips, let me in”.

I laughed, opened my mouth, and engulfed the tip. Darren moaned in delight as I coated his cock, then pulled it out and fed it to Lisa, who mimicked my actions. Back and forth, his cock went as his hips swayed.

“Thank you for that, Darren,” she said to him. “Time to move to the floor and fuck.”

We eased off of the couch. Lisa removed her thong and had Darren lay face up on the floor mat, then lavishly tongued his cock before downing him completely. Approving sounds came from the others as her cheeks locked around his shaft, causing Darren’s head to roll back with a gasp.

“Fuck, Lisa,” he gasped breathlessly. “You’re such a good cocksucker!”

His affirmations compelled her to slide up and down on his shaft with added determination. I reached in and fondled his balls until she released with a loud pop and a smile.

She looked towards the lube bottle on an end table.

“Give me a pump, please,” she said to Brad. He carried it to her and pushed the plunger down, leaving a hefty glob on her fingers. Lisa rubbed some over Darren’s mushroom tip, then pushed the rest into her ass with one finger, then two as I spread her cheeks apart.

“Mmm,” she purred as her digits moved freely past her sphincter. I looked up to see the guys moving to get a good view of her actions. Ollie was rubbing his dick.

“Poor Ollie,” I quipped with a smile.

“I’m coming for you,” he said.

“All in good time,” I answered, “but don’t waste that jizz.”

Lisa stood to face away from Darren, then squatted to straddle him. With a firm grip and slow precision, she guided his member into her eager ass.

“Yes!” she hissed, as she slowly took him with increasing depth. It was a glorious sight, and a precursor to the joys I’d be experiencing soon. Once impaled, she eased back into Darren’s supportive arms until she lay atop him.

“Now, baby,” she said, looking at me with a lascivious smile, “Bring that dick back to me.”

I aligned and slowly entered her constrained opening while Darren caressed her from below, whispered encouragement the whole time. Her expressions communicated everything I needed to know as I inched into her soothing warmth. Once mated, Darren and I wrapped our arms around each other to meld our three bodies into one.

“Go slow, guys,” she said. “I want to feel both of you move, but you can’t pump me at the same time.” I looked down at Darren, who nodded at me to start. My hips rolled as I worked a simple rhythm with her before stopping. Then Darren worked his magic from below. Back and forth we alternated, basking in our sighs as our serpentine dance unfolded.

I’d closed my eyes to soak up the erotic energy surrounding us when I felt hands dig into my ass, pulling me tight. Lisa knew how much I loved that sensation, especially as other men became part of our playtime. When I opened my eyelids, though, I discovered it wasn’t her hands after all, but Darren’s. I smiled down at him, then realized there was another motive.

I felt the cool slickness of lube drizzle on my crack, followed by an enticing finger rimming my hole. A glance back revealed that the culprit was none other than Brad, the man who’d introduced me to anal delights.

“Yeah, buddy,” I said with a smile, “work your magic on me.”

He was so adept at this, reading my responses to gauge his progression. My sphincter’s resistance melted away, allowing his digit to glide in and out of me. I moaned in response, coaxing him to do more.

Thumb replaced finger as my receptive gyrations increased. Lisa’s gentle hands redirected my gaze back to her.

“I’m so happy that we’re doing this together,” she said. “I can’t wait to be by your side, asses and mouths stuffed, writhing together to explosive orgasms.”

I leaned in to feather kisses on her when Brad’s thumb was replaced by two fingers locked in a sinuous dance. Moans transformed into guttural groans. Lisa sensed the elevation of my yearning and kissed me fiercely while more lube dripped down my crack and onto his grinding fingers. This was no longer a formative massage. I was being splayed for cock.

Lisa disrupted our manly foreplay with hard slaps on my cheeks. My cock pulsed inside of her, extracting a moan atop her impish giggle.

“One step at a time,” she said. I laughed and returned to pleasuring my queen as her giggles became hitched breathing.

I knew that sound. Knew what it signaled as she rocked her hips against Darren and me, riding us to her orgasm with one hand around my back, and the other rolled back onto Darren’s head. All the while, Brad’s slippery fingers pumped into my hole.

We all stilled as her body relaxed from her toe-curling explosion. Fingers slipped from within me, and I could feel my sphincter twitching for more.

“Your turn,” Lisa whispered in my ear. The guys helped me up and off of her, who then slid from Darren and rolled onto her side while looking back over her shoulder.

“Sorry, but we’ve got more holes to fill,” she said to him. “I can’t wait for you to unload all that cum I stirred up in you, though!”

She motioned for Ollie to stand before her. She always loved the way his fat cock seemed to never fully stiffen on the outside, yet had all the power of persuasion it ever needed.

“Get behind me, honey,” she told me. “I’m done marinating. Time to roast this whore.”

She knelt before him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He pulled her close, feeding his cock into her gaping mouth. As they settled in, I raised her from behind and slipped back in to pleasure her once more. With Ollie’s powerful arms supporting her, we began to spit roast her lithesome figure.

Meanwhile, Craig moved in behind me and buried two fingers in my ass. My sphincter greeted him with welcomed delight, surging my cock to straining hardness.

“Baby, you’re twitching inside of me,” she said as she leered back at me. “It’s the twitch you get when your ass is being played with. The one I feel while gripping your cock as I drive a strap-on into you. I hope you’re loose and ready, because these guys are ready to own your ass.”

Lisa writhed between us, milking our cocks for precious cum. I lost myself in the delirious expectations she’d conjured up until fingers slid from me, replaced by the steely head of Craig’s cock. Brad had prepped me so well that it easily popped in. I rolled my head back and gasped in ecstasy.

“Aw, fuck!” I called out. “So fucking good. Give me more of that!”

He did at first, but only enough to excite my prostate. I felt my balls churn as I melted into his stimulation. When my breathing hastened, Craig buried himself, pinning me between them. I growled lustily from the mix of her gloved pussy and his powerful rod. My cock and ass were daisy-chained in hedonistic delight. It was a high that just grew and grew, one that I never wanted to leave.

“You’re mine,” Craig asserted. “I’m not giving up your ass until I’ve had my fill of you. Give in to your hedonistic desires. It’s your only option.”

“Take it all,” I said. “Use whatever you want. Just give me your precious cum when you finish.”

I arched my back into his chest, craving skin on skin contact as he impaled me with increasing determination. He responded by bringing an arm under me to mold me tight against him, rocking his hips back and forth. Lisa let go of Ollie, who continued to support her weight, and reached back to pull my ass tight against her. This time, I was the one sandwiched between two others, a tool for their gratification.

We were in glide mode now. Lisa bobbed her head on Ollie’s thick cock while Craig’s cock repeatedly drove me into her. I felt suspended in pleasure, with no desire to give way as we all delighted in our daisy chain. But there were two more masters to serve.

“Baby,” Lisa said, “Baby, get next to me. Let’s show these guys what we came for.”

Craig pulled back to release me, and I moved alongside my queen, who was holding Ollie’s rod.

“Liam, love,” she said, “he’s a thick one. Wet him up for me. I’m worried that my pussy won’t let him in. Let her know it’s okay. Gloss him over with your familiar scent. She’ll think it’s you and open up, with choice but to surrender to his fat meat.”

I lapped at him from all sides before pushing him deep into my mouth until the strain and lack of oxygen caused me to convulse, spewing thick saliva from my throat. Lisa collected my offering to smear over him as I repeated my efforts again and again.

Then she looked up at him. “Ollie?” she said, “I’m ready for you now.”

While our focus was our airtight fantasy, everyone knew Lisa wanted nothing more that to be fucking Ollie when we got there. Their connection was magical, and they loved challenging each other to extract the greatest orgasm from the other.

He walked towards the sectional, extending his big hand to her. She took it, and together she settled atop him while they kissed and fondled each other. I felt nothing but compersive love for this handsome man, and the woman who had and would thrill me for all our lives.

“Mario,” she panted, “I want your fresh cock in my ass for a long ride. Are you up for it?”

“Aren’t you gonna see who Liam wants first?” he asked.

“He’s too late,” she chuckled. “Besides, I saw who he’s been ogling all night. Familiarity doesn’t always breed contentment, I guess.”

“Well, I’ve got you for as long as it takes, my dear,” he responded with a smile.

Ollie helped Lisa onto his cock. He talked her down onto his manhood as Lisa raised and lowered, adjusting to his girth until they were one. The whimpers that crept from her almost made me jealous.

“Slide in, Mario,” she said as Ollie stilled and massaged her back and sides. “Make my ass whole again.”

Mario was a well-thought out selection here. He was deftly skilled at double-teaming, and we were both overjoyed that he’d agreed to join us. He began with fingering her ass with lubed digits, reconditioning her for the sensations he would provide. Then he slid in, perfectly contoured for their hedonistic gratification. Darren stepped in to feed his cock into her mouth, and the four of them formed a sinuous quartet. My cock wanted to burst free and transform into a long snake that roped them together into one.

All this time, hands had been massaging my ass as digits kept me loose and ready. As Lisa and her lovers began their sinuous dance, I felt Craig’s cock return to possess me once more. I closed my eyes to focus all attention on the soothing prostate sensations he afforded me.

Then it hit me. “Where’s Brad?” I wondered.

I crooked my head to find him nearby.

“Get that over here,” I said to him. “This isn’t right without you down my throat.”

He moved before me and guided my head to his hard cock. I began lavishing him with crazed intent, insistent on gratifying every contour of his familiar skin.

“We did it!” I thought, relishing in a blissful haze.

A hand landed on my back. I released Brad’s cock to see Lisa, my amazing instigator of carnal delights. We leaned in and smothered each other with kisses before returning to the fleshy delights before us.

I imagined how this all looked. To the unknowing, we were fucktoys for five men using our bodies for orgasmic fulfillment. To the knowing, we were an intricate expression of love and gratitude for people who enrich each other’s lives, including fantasy enactment. I also knew that we’d asked Brad to capture everything with his arranged video cameras, expecting this to be something we’d relive again and again.

Darren popped first after Lisa’s ass primed him. She lapped at the reward as it dripped from her jaw like a delectable icing. It wasn’t much longer that Craig began rifling his spunk into me. My hands instinctively reached back and pulled him tight, wanting to capture every drop before he eased out. Pre-cum began seeping from my cock.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” I bellowed. Craig reached down and milked my jizz, then smeared it on my ass and his cock before diving into me again. I moaned out in joy, then responded by sucking Brad so intensely that he blasted his cum down my throat and into my belly. Not a savory drop was missed.

To my side, Lisa was riding Ollie and Darnell with a sheen of sweat covering her body. I finished cleaning Brad and slid off of Craig. The three of us watched the others dance in debaucherous delight as Lisa’s accelerating pace brought on a series of orgasms that didn’t quit until Darren pulled out to spray her ass with cum. Ollie took over then, pounding her with every ounce of energy until he screamed and flooded her depths.

They collapsed into a pile of satiated laughter.

“You two are Olympic fuckers!” Brad exclaimed. “That was over a solid hour of cock heaven.”

Lisa and I looked at each other. We were totally spent, with cum dripping from or covering every orifice.

“Enough cock for one night?” Mario asked.

“No,” Lisa said, “but I don’t think my mouth and ass could survive another round, and my pussy wants to be a team player.”

She looked my way. “You could keep going if you’d like,” she said.

My mind had every intent of saying yes, but my body won out in responding “no”.

The four men that, with Brad, had fulfilled our dreams with abundance, dressed and said their goodbyes before heading out.

“The spare bedroom is yours if you want to spend the night,” Brad offered.

We gratefully accepted, then hugged him dearly. It was a night that we’d never forget.

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