
Male Solidarity
by LetsShare


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Disclaimer:

This story contains explicit descriptions of sex between consenting 
adults. If you are under age, immature, or might be offended by this 
material, or if it is illegal where you live, stop now. You have been 
warned.

In the world in which this story takes place there are no 
sexually-transmitted diseases. In our world these things are not true. 
Sex is fabulous, but it isn't worth dying for.

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For eight years, my wife and I lived in a place with electric baseboard 
heating, one of those condos you can't put central air conditioning 
into. One hot July afternoon we'd just about resigned ourselves to 
spending a few hours in the only air-conditioned room - our bedroom - 
playing cards. Then, out of the blue, my friend Dave called to ask if 
could drop 'round and chat. When he called I was in the shower trying to 
cool down, so Carolyn talked to him and said "sure". She came into the 
bedroom and told me about it as I finished drying off.

"I think Dave is having Woman Troubles again," she told me. Dave is a 
good-looking guy in his early thirties, like me, but for some reason he 
has trouble finding Ms. Right. I've often caught him eyeing my lovely 
brunette wife.. and perhaps wondering how I got lucky and married her, 
way back when we were finishing college. Recently he'd been going 
through some tough times with his much younger girlfriend, and they 
hadn't been talking for a week.

"Yeah, I think Dave is suffering from a sex deficiency," I responded 
after a few moments.

"Yeah. Me too." Pleased at that double entendre, she gave me a grin and 
came over to 
fondle my still-naked buns. As we kissed she did a few things with her 
hands that were starting to heat me up again, despite being in the only 
air-conditioned room in the house. Of course, Dave's arrival was only a 
few minutes away, so I had to break it up.

Or did I? 

We had "shared" her once before, with a friend who was about to get 
married. It had been very erotic both for her taking part, and from me 
watching from behind some bushes, outdoors at a friend's cottage. In the 
eight or so intervening years we hadn't had anyone else join either of 
us in bed, but our horizons had expanded in other ways. She was more 
vocal, for one thing. And we could talk about anything sexual, any 
fantasy no matter how offbeat, much more easily than early in our 
marriage. So.

"Dear", I muttered in her ear. "Can you think of any nice girls we can 
toss Dave's way? You know, just to ease his tension a bit?"

She hadn't caught on yet. She asked "Who do you have in mind?"

"Uh, well, how about you?" Her jaw dropped for a few seconds.

"Do you mean it?" Her pupils dilated, and in a few seconds I discovered 
that I could smell her wetness. "Here? Today?"

I meant it. Here. Today. Since our first experience, I'd often 
fantasized about seeing my mate get it on with another man, and I know 
those looks Dave had been giving her had been returned in kind a few 
times. They got on together well, though their conversations would 
stretch into silence in a way that indicated there was no real meeting 
of minds. On the other hand, a meeting of pelvises was well within 
possibility.

I decided to stoke the fires a bit. "When he gets here, tell him my 
office called and that I had to go out for a few hours. I'll hide in the 
bedroom closet. Lure him up here, offer him a drink, a game of euchre, 
and a sympathetic shoulder, and see if you can seduce him."

She was tensed, staring into my eyes with an querulous half smile and 
holding me tight. I stroked her back and ass with my hands. After a few 
seconds she asked, "Do you want me to go all the way?" I could see this 
was really appealing to her, so I poured it on. We've always been pretty 
vocal, and I knew that the way to really get her interest was to turn 
her on with a few well-chosen words.

"I want to watch you fuck him." She shivered and closed her eyes. "I 
want you to undress for him, turn him on, make it impossible to him to 
say no. If you get the chance I want you to suck his cock, and I want 
him to make you cum with his tongue, and I want to hear you talk dirty 
to him while he slides his hard cock into your cunt and fucks you with 
it."

By this point, Carolyn's breath was coming in short pants, and she 
almost was too, without Dave's assistance. I would have stroked her 
through her short cutoffs to bring her release, but as my hand reached 
down her front, the doorbell rang. Dave.

We kissed quickly, and she carefully tied up the bottom of her blouse to 
leave her midriff bare before running downstairs. I went to the closet, 
ten feet from the foot of the bed. With a moment's quiet experimentation 
I proved to myself that I could leave the sliding door open a couple of 
inches without being seen in the semi-dark room, but could see 
everything on the bed. I heard them talking downstairs, barely enough to 
know what was going on. I heard glasses clinking, and then footsteps on 
the stairs.

"It's much cooler up here, you'll see," she was saying. "We can have a 
game of two-handed euchre while we finish our drinks."

Dave laughed in his baritone voice, "OK, as long as you think Andrew 
won't mind me being
alone in your bedroom with you." They both laughed as they entered the 
room, beer glasses in hand. I could see Carolyn turn her face half 
toward him, coquettishly mimicking an innocent damsel. 

"Oh please sir, I hope your intentions toward me are dis... I mean, 
honorable!" She wiggled her perfect ass at him as she turned back to the 
waterbed, then spun around and plomped down on the rippling surface. I 
could see from the surprised look on his face that the taunt was having 
some effect. She put her glass on the bedside table and reached for the 
cards as Dave put his glass down and looked for a place to sit. Carolyn 
sat up crosslegged on the bed and motioned for him to do the same, his 
back facing me. "So," she said as she shuffled, "what were you coming to 
see Andrew about? Or is it guy-talk-and-I-wouldn't-understand?"

"Well," he said hesitantly, staring into his lap, "It's kinda awkward.. 
Suzie dumped me, is all. Said I was too old for her. I guess I was 
looking for a little male solidarity." (If he only knew! What could be 
more supportive than lending him my wife?) Carolyn gave a grimace of 
sympathy and leaned forward to lift his chin and look in his eyes. 

"Oh Dave! I'm sorry, but to tell you the truth I think we expected it. 
Don't feel bad: you're a sexy guy, there are lots of other women, and 
besides, you deserve better than that brainless ditz. Old, schmold! Give 
me experience over youth any day!" And then she leaned even further 
forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. "So there!"

Dave kissed her back, looked into her eyes, and said sincerely "Thanks, 
Carolyn." But she didn't lean all the way back again as he expected her 
to.. just stayed looking hotly at him face to face from a few inches 
away, with a dreamy kind of "give me more" look.  Dave must have felt 
uncomfortable for a second: he said "I have to use the washroom, hold my 
place." She smiled in return as he went into the hallway and into the 
john.

As soon as the bathroom door closed Carolyn hopped off the bed and came 
over to my peephole to whisper "So, how am I doing? You still want to go 
through with this?" For reply I quietly slid the door open few inches, 
and reached out my head to kiss her on the lips. While we frenched each 
other I undid the top button of her cutoffs and slid the zipper partway 
down, partly exposing her pantiless pussy hair. Then I reached a hand up 
to her blouse and undid the top button. Now it was open enough that I 
could reach in and massage a stiffening nipple. The toilet flushed. I 
gave her one last kiss and whispered "Go for it!"

When Dave returned to the bedroom Carolyn had put the cards aside, and 
was lying back on the bed, one knee up, far enough over that my best 
friend had plenty of room to sit. He climbed up crosslegged again, 
facing her. "Hey, where are the cards?" he smiled.

"I have another game for us to play," she answered, posing seductively. 
"It's called Male Solidarity." She scissored her legs so that her 
unzippered pussy hair came clearly into his view. "For two reasons. 
First, because my husband and I both like you very much, and I know he 
wouldn't want you to get down about women. And second," (and now she was 
purring seductively), "because you're male, and you have something I 
want to make solid." She reached up, cupped a hand around the back of 
his neck, and pulled his mouth down to hers in a long, wet kiss. One of 
his hands went around her bare midriff and held her to him as he 
sprawled out beside her. The kiss broke, and he whispered "Carolyn, are 
you sure? What would Andrew say?"

"I know exactly what he'd say, Dave. He'd say 'Go for it!'" I could see 
her elbow moving back
and forth as she gently stroked his cock through his jeans. "And Dave, I 
really want you
to make love to me." And she leaned to him and resumed the kiss.

By this point I was as excited as they were and, still naked after my 
recent shower, I started to slowly stroke my own rising erection. It 
jumped suddenly as I saw my friend's hand move from around her waist, up 
into the blouse where my own hand had been a minute before. My wife 
moaned softly as he stroked her nipple, and she reached out to start 
unbuttoning his shirt.

In a minute or so he was naked on the bed, his large erection dangling 
in the half-light. Carolyn lay back beside him. "OK, lover, would you 
like to undress me?" He didn't have to be asked twice. A thrill ran up 
me as my friend's hands caressed my wife's sides, undid the remaining 
buttons, and finally exposed her perfect breasts to his view. Of course, 
he couldn't just look at them. I'll never forget the look of ecstacy on 
her face as he reached down and gendly nibbled first one nipple, then 
the other. She moaned. "Oh yes, David, please, please lick my nipples.
Your tongue feels so good."

I found my emotions were complex: there was love for both of the people 
on the bed, and jealousy, and lust. I didn't have to think hard to know 
that the love and lust were going to win the day.

After a few minutes of stimulating her nipples, he moved back to her 
mouth for a long kiss. As they tasted each other, her hand grabbed his 
and insistently pulled it down, down, into the zippered confines of her 
shorts. I nearly came as she groaned, when his fingers reached her most 
sensitive zone, and had to stop stroking myself for a while. After a 
moment she broke the kiss. "Oh, please, David, please lick my pussy?"

Wow. It was so exciting for me to hear my wife ask another man to 
perform that intimate service for her, and it really turned me on to 
hear her so obviously wanting my best friend. It was the only the second 
time since our marriage ten years ago that she'd been with anyone other 
than me. I knew this must be incredibly exciting for her, and knew that 
she wouldn't last long if his ministrations were any good. As he pulled 
her shorts down, she spread herself unashamedly before him and for the 
first time he was able to take in the luscious perfection of my wife's 
body, from her long, slender legs to her shapely thighs, to the perfect 
(slightly smaller than average, I like them that way) breasts, up to her 
radiant and beautiful face.

Dave, far from getting down on women, was about to go down on one. He 
leaned forward, and gently, oh so gently, started licking my wife's 
cunt. I could tell he was doing a great job. Carolyn moaned, then 
yelped, then moaned loudly as he applied his tongue. I could tell when 
he reached her clit, because she suddenly shuddered and cried out the 
way she always does when her first orgasm comes. It had taken maybe 
thirty seconds.

But Dave, considerate guy that he was, didn't stop there. He gave her 
time to recover, just as I always do, and then started in gently again. 
With the low hum of the air conditioner at the other end of the room, I 
couldn't quite make out the wet sounds of his tongue lapping at her 
devine crevice. But I could imaging everything as if it were me doing 
the licking, the sweet, pungent taste of her juices, the soft warmth of 
her hole as my tongue went in and out, the incredible view up her 
perfect flat stomach, between her breasts, to her aroused and pretty 
face. Sometimes I can almost cum just from licking her.

After a few minutes of this she started to talk low. "Oh, David, do you 
know how long I've wished we could do this? You are a wonderful lover, 
David. Your tongue is incredible. My cunt is aching for another one, 
David, will you give it to me with your sweet mouth? MMMM, yes, oh 
there, yes! Eat me, oh David that's so good, I love the way you tongue 
my clit. Yes, fuck me with your mouth. Oh! Oh, David, I'm cumming again. 
OOOOOOOO..."

She couldn't hold back, and neither could I. As she screeched in total 
abandon, I sprayed the
inside of the closet door.

David, however, had hardly begun. As she got her breath back, he got out 
from between her legs and lay next to her. She reached over and kissed 
him deeply, eager to taste her own juices on his tongue. He said 
quietly, "I really loved to do that, Carolyn. I guess I've wanted to for 
a long time. I don't think we could ever make it as a couple, but I 
really enjoyed pleasuring you. But perhaps, for Andrew's sake, hadn't we 
better leave it at that?"

Carolyn thought otherwise. She pushed him onto his back, and rolled on 
top of him so that her breasts were pressed against his chest, and his 
soft member was between her thighs as she spread them apart. Her knees 
touched the bed on either side of his.

"No, David. I said that Andrew would approve, and I mean it. If he were 
here right now, he'd tell you so. I don't think there's any chance that 
the two of us could ever be more than good friends, but believe me, I 
intend to be a *good* friend!" She kissed him again. "And that means 
that I want you to put that magnificent cock of yours right between my 
legs, and fuck my pussy, Dave. I want to feel you inside me, stroking, 
caressing, feeling every inch of my cunt." His hands started to wander 
up and down her back as she reached behind her for his rapidly growing 
penis. Mine was growing too. "I want to feel you all the way up inside 
me, and I want to feel your balls slap gently against my ass as you 
stroke us both to orgasm. I want you to come inside my cunt, I want your 
sperm inside me. And when you're done I want to suck your cock and start 
again. Dave, oh, Dave, pleeese fuck me?"

Well, what kind of guy could resist a politely phrased request like 
that? Certainly not me, and certainly not Dave. Her talk had got him 
completely rigid, and it was a simple matter, as she resumed their 
french kiss, for her to manipulate her crotch so that she slid down, 
impaling herself on him. Dave gave out a kind of combination gasp and 
moan as an inch at a time of his rigid member disappeared into my wife's 
tight, very wet vagina. She did it tantalizingly slowly, completely in 
control. I had a perfect view, and my erection was so hard it hurt, as I 
watched my wife's cunt swallow this other man's penis so hungrily. It 
must have taken her almost half a minute to move all the way down, until 
the root of his penis pressed at her sensitive clit. They were still 
lying face to face, their stomachs flat against each other, kissing 
deeply and tongueing each other, when she started to rock. His hands 
came up and started caressing the globes of her ass.

I knew how he felt. That position had always been one of our favorites, 
and it gave Carolyn a chance to do some of the most incredible things 
with her cunt muscles. I could understand Dave's moaning uncontrollably: 
she has amazing ability to massage a penis. And the novelty of it all 
must have got to him too: in a few minutes he was begging her to slow 
down, to make it last a little longer. She smiled, and I heard her say  
"of course, whatever you want." She pulled herself off him and rolled 
onto her back, legs spread invitingly. He turned over, and gently 
inserted his cock again as they resumed slow fucking in the missionary 
position. She wrapped her arms legs around him as he plowed in, and he 
struck up a steady, relaxed rhythm with his head resting on her 
shoulder.

Carolyn, out of his sight, looked up at my hiding place and smiled, and 
secretly made an "OK" circle with her thumb and forefinger in my 
direction, behind his back. Then she went back to concentrating on the 
action. Dave's muscular buttocks flexed over and over as he firmly 
lunged and withdrew, lunged and withdrew. After a few minutes Carolyn 
started to gasp and moan more loudly, once more totally absorbed in the 
act she was performing in front of me with my best friend. Dave's 
panting became more pronounced. "Oh, Dave, that feels so good," she 
murmured. "I love the feel of your cock inside me. God, that's good. I 
can feel your prick all the way up inside me, inside my pussy. Oh, 
that's it, that's right, ugh... fuck it, baby, fuck me, fuck my cunt. 
Oh, you're rubbing my pussy walls, all the way up, all the way inside 
me. I love the feel of your cock inside me. Your cock is a perfect fit 
for my cunt, Oh God, I can feel your balls hitting my ass and your cock 
is massaging my clit as well...Oh, Dave, I'm going to cum. Cum with me? 
Please, Dave, cum inside me now? PLEASE......

At this last yell both of them spasmed in uncontrolled, simultaneous 
release, shouting out their passion. My sperm hit the floor at my feet. 
As they calmed down, they lay sprawled, embracing tightly, in a final 
passionate kiss. "Dave," my wife told my best friend, "that was some 
classy fuck." I had to agree: I'd never been so hot in my whole life.

After a while Dave got up and dressed, kissing my langorous wife and 
promising to come back when I was around. He let himself out.

And of course Carolyn and I spent the rest of that hot afternoon in the 
bedroom, not
playing euchre. As we've done many afternoons since, air conditioning or 
no.

And Dave? Well, he finally met a smart, sexy, liberated lady who was 
worthy of him, and we all get along really well. My wife and I hope that 
some day we'll all be able to go to bed together. I think that giving 
your wife to a friend while he gives his to you would be a great kind of 
male solidarity. Don't you?


