Bi Husband BBC Obsessed Pt. 11

Spent completely, slowly coming back to our senses, our bodies intertwined like the exhausted lovers we are. Both of us, so well fucked. I grabbed for my iPhone. "Honey, good God it's 10:00! I lost track of time, do you need to get home? What time do you have to be up and off to the base?" I was startled by the time, but losing track of it was sort of our normal.

"I don't ever want to get up, I feel too good exactly where I am--with you Daddy." My little girl felt exactly as I did. She continued, "But yes, I better get myself up and organized. I have to be up at 5:00 in the morning, that's my usual time on a workday. First I need to kiss my Daddy and say thank you for fucking your girl so good."

With that, we rolled back into each other's arms and kissed with deep loving affection. All roughness gone. Two lovers, so strangely and so perfectly matched. Fifteen minutes later, she was Zach again, all cleaned up and out the door. Ten minutes later I called her, "Honey, get some sleep. Know that I love you. Are you able to come over tomorrow after work?"

"Yes I am Daddy, not sure what time but I'll call when I know." Then Zach added, "A night to remember for sure. Like every minute with you. Good night Daddy!"

I was asleep in minutes, and woke up hard as a rock at 6:00 the next morning, thinking about Zach. Feeling terrible that he was likely already off to work, probably with a beautiful hard-on too. I stumbled through my breakfast ritual, and headed out the door with Atticus. My day was productive, but I needed a good nap and waited for Zach's call like a teenager. Okay, a very old teenager. That call would come, and another amazing evening would follow. That night, and the next, and the next, all the while knowing that a seismic change was looming. There would be more talks with Victoria, and Saturday awaited us like its own D-Day. A day of reckoning.

I called Victoria in the afternoon, she seemed pretty positive and accepting. We roughly planned an early and informal Saturday evening meal and open-ended visit with Zach. Likely we were equally scared, both having a lot to lose. I cared about that, but my mind was set on what I had to gain. I wanted a manageable relationship with Zach. I tried to think about my 'baby steps' strategy, but truthfully, I wanted it all and I wanted it now. Victoria asked if she could expect some private time, a chance to sit on the patio and chat with Zach alone? They were both vegetarians, not Vegan like me, so they could enjoy cheese and even some wine. Victoria loved her wine and enjoyed pot with me. I let her know that the Navy does surprise testing, so we couldn't share pot with Zach. Alcohol might actually help. Still it was clear, Victoria wanted room to dig deep, without me filtering the give and take. Zach could handle anything, still I worried.

Saturday would come. Zach and I had a plan, right down to what would he'd wear, and what he would bring as a gift--an offering to show respect for Victoria and her understandable territorial feelings. We talked about limits on going into detail about our sexuality together, and the private language we shared in our intimate moments. Obviously very private stuff. It would be wrong for Victoria to go there anyway. Beyond that, no end to conversations about his history prior, his world view, or our affection and respect for each other. All in the context of meeting and enjoying a lovely woman, who is my partner in life.

For her part, it was absolutely clear that this was important to Victoria and that she too would be very self-conscious, concerned about how she presented herself. Clothes, to food and drink, to being the liberal artist that she is. The stage was set, and still it was in the emotionally fragile detente stage. Set for 4:00, some welcoming and cordiality, maybe a drink. Chit chat and an early meal, which actually was a routine in my life with Victoria anyway. Then probably that private time for those two. I'd go grab a joint or maybe take Atticus for his walk. He'd be in a great mood, Victoria back after a week, and Zach coming to visit--already a member of the family for Atticus. Victoria would like that Zach and Atticus were great together.

Victoria and I had picked up simple fixings straight from Town & Country, where Zach and I had met. Some extra wine, she set a pretty table. Blues playing quietly, a nice background presence but nothing to interrupt conversation. Victoria was dressed to the nines as usual, in a wealthy casual sort of way. Perfect for our plan, because while I was wearing khaki's and a sweater, Zach would show up in Levis, a white Polo shirt, and a very grown-up blue sports jacket. He would look ready for the golf or country club. He'd be bring flowers, already cut, and in a blown wildly colorful vase. Art for an artist.

"He's here honey!" I hollered. She was powdering her nose, but came out all smiles. I opened the door to that Black adonis, dressed up, bearing gifts, and such a self-deprecating smile. He'd been dropped-off by a friend, after leaving his car in the shop that morning for service. "Hello Zach," and we shook hands, no hug. "And this is my Victoria," gesturing toward the knock dead gorgeous MILF that Victoria was, even at 65. All dolled up, her stylish white hair blazing, signature black tights, tight-fitting turtle neck sweater, antique sterling silver almost covering her upper chest, black and silver framing her tiny 5'2" 110 pound frame. The towering Zach opened his arms and hugged her. She hugged back, then he spoke in an understated earnest tone looking straight in her eyes, "Oh Victoria, it is so good to finally meet you. I've seen photos and Calvin raves about you, but God you're gorgeous! Now I know you are an artist, so I brought a little art with me. I hope you like the blown vase--and the flowers." He handed the vase and flowers to her flushed and clearly affected face. She loved hugs, compliments, flowers, and art! Home run Zach!

Flustered and caught off guard, Victoria set the vase and flowers down for a moment, and gave Zach a fresh hug and thanks. "The vase is beautiful, I think I know the artist in Poulsbo who made it. How sweet of you, and thank you for the flowers. Come in please, let's all sit down in the living room. Would you like to have a glass of wine with me?"

"Yes I'd love it, but am still stunned by what a beauty you are. No wonder Cal cares so much about you, and is so sensitive to your feelings." Zach was hitting every note perfectly.

Atticus was excited by all the drama too, wagging his way from one person to another as we settled in the living room. Zach sat down right in his favorite spot on that red couch, pretty funny and I chuckled under my breath. If Victoria only knew how well used that spot was. But in any case, we were off to a wonderful start. Victoria was a stunning presence, one I always enjoyed. And Zach would likely soon notice that her tight-fitting black sweater clung to her small breasts beautifully, and the silver stainless nipple rings were quite noticeable. She clearly had made the decision to be sexy for the meeting with Zach, or to assert her femininity in the face of knowing that Zach and I had been sexually attracted to each other. Most of the time when out and about, she'd pull a tight fitting black bra on to hide them. The black tights and top, and all the antique silver were pretty standard fare, and she cut an enviable figure in any company, any age.

Placing the vase and flowers now in a prominent position in the living room, Victoria, in a glow from the compliments scurried about and brought back two glasses of white wine saying, "You've likely learned that Cal doesn't drink, but we'll see how long it takes before he excuses himself and goes for a joint in the bathroom. I do enjoy the calming high of it myself, may join him for a hit later, but I understand the Navy does surprise drug checks--so you and I can enjoy this great wine."

That comment about the Navy opened things up for the two of them to share stories, her growing up with a Navy fighter pilot who rose to the rank of Commander. So the friendly banter flowed smoothly, and those two were making friends at light speed. I wasn't exactly a third-wheel, but found myself in the lucky position of enjoying them and offering comments here and there that would propel them still further. Soon there was another glass of wine, and talk of the wine and our dinner coming from T&C. Victoria said with a laugh, "Cal told me that was where you two met last Friday. In the produce section no less. He chats it up with everybody there, but none more than a man in uniform. We both always thank them for their service." Zach and I both laughed, how true that was--our minds remembering his comment thanking me for my service in the bathtub.

"You know Victoria, technically I manage the engineering crew at the base, that Friday I was in fatigues, though now we call them Navy Work Uniforms." Zach offered with a laugh, "I was pretty dirty."

From there, more Navy as Victoria brought out several photos, including of her dad in Navy dress whites. I loved the look and hoped I would get a chance to suck Zach's Black cock sticking out of that white uniform. For now the good news was that these two didn't need any help getting along, both were quite masterful, so a half hour into it I excused myself and went to my bathroom for a few minutes with a fresh joint. Actually more than a few minutes, and on purpose. When I came back the two were fully engaged in animated conversation, and Victoria had moved provocatively to the red couch facing Zach. She was sitting at an angle, very upright holding her glass of wine and in that position there was no way that Zach wasn't seeing the outline of those two nipple rings under her sweater. He had taken off his sport coat, and his white long-sleeved Polo shirt was a perfect contrasting compliment to her black cat-lady's artsy sophisticate outfit. Not suroprisely, and despite the huge age difference, they were one hot looking couple. Again I chuckled to myself, thinking of her very stylish wild white hair, and of Zach's long white wig. If only she knew. God forbid.

For the moment I saw only Victoria's sociable comfort and good feelings toward Zach, or what Zach represents--or could represent in the future. Even as she seemed quite taken with him, no matter what, there were going to be territorial issues. Management issues about time, space, and a competing sense of where loyalties and importance reside. Three is a complicated number.

It was already well past when we expected to have dinner, those two enjoying each other and what issues they were also avoiding. Victoria excused herself for a moment to set the prepared mostly Vegan diner on the table and invite us in. "Come on boys, let's have a bite." Zach and I were more than ready, a little more wine for those two. It was a quick diner and the chatter continued, a good time being had by all. I announced that I needed to take Atticus out, and urged the two of them to enjoy a private chat, and added, "There are no rules here, and because there is an elephant in the room, I want to pop that bubble. Zach and I have stumbled on to a great friendship. It is precious to me, and for my part I want it to continue. That said, I have a great marriage and life partnership with you Victoria, and I want that to continue. In fact, I want both to flourish. Now it's Atticus who needs me most. You are both wonderful, enjoy your talk." And I was off.

I took a meandering walk with Atticus, chatted it up with a few dog friends near the harbor, and came back a half hour later or so--it was starting to get dark. When I walked in, the two were back on the couch, not the least bit flustered by my return. Seemingly, in a good place. I announced I was going to go to the master bathroom and have a good smoke. To my surprise, Victoria jumped up and said, "I could use some pot myself. Zach, will you be okay alone for a few minutes? You are a darling and I don't want to be a bad host."

"Go!" He responded immediately, "I can't wait until I can join--you both. Only six months remaining and I intend to be a free man, with career advice from Cal!" He was very upbeat, but my mind wandered to his hoping he could join us "both." But pot beckoned, and I was off, knowing Zach could take care of himself. Victoria followed.

In the bathroom, door closed, Victoria and I sat down together like it was the sixties--passing a very good joint back and forth. Between puffs, she was ready to pass judgement. "Well Cal, there is no question but what you got very lucky with Zach. He's an amazing delight, as honest and straight forward as anyone could be, and wow does he care about you. He thinks the world of you, and you have changed his world as much as he has allowed you to realize a part of yourself that might otherwise have never been realized. You are both so lucky, I am in awe. How could I possibly come to any other conclusion."

I was happy to hear those words, but with her next exhale she of course had more on her mind. "So Cal, what happens next? When do you plan on seeing him, getting together with him? At his house or here? And what about me, do I just wait for you two to finish? You know I don't want anything to do with a three-way, but he is beautiful, if you are here would I be allowed to watch? I am curious and I like him a lot."

I answered immediately, "Well that's interesting, do you want to watch, like is that a turn-on to you now that you and he are friends? Of course I, or we, would need to discuss that with Zach. And certainly there will be times when he and I both just want that male friendship and extended time together alone. I so enjoy his company."

"Honey, three hours ago I didn't want to like him, and though I needed to be polite and respectful, I hoped it would all just go away." Victoria continued, "Now I see the connection, and yes it is exciting. I am more than a little curious, and yes a bit turned-on. Sort of like you know how I am turned-on watching you jack off to porn. Your cock is beautiful. I can only imagine Zach's cock. Let's go see how he feels. My pussy is dripping wet!"

"You are a good girl Victoria, let me pose it to Zach. This is a surprise to me, and I think your interest is what will excite him." With that we went back into the living room together. Zach stood up to greet us, and I walked straight to him with a hug and a kiss right in front of Victoria. I now felt entitled to be a little more real in front of her.

"No surprise to me Zach, you obviously bowled Victoria over!" I said, "And now she is asking if she can watch me suck your cock, right here, right now. How's my boy feel about that?" Victoria just stood there, smiling right at Zach.

"I'm hard just waiting for you two, filled with thoughts, but no expectations. I'd love it Daddy. I'm proud of who we are! And thank you Victoria, for the interest, validation, and encouragement. I like you a lot already too, and you are such a peach!" Zach was quick to add, "Shall I go get undressed and come back out here, on the couch?"

"Put your white bathrobe on. and come out with it untied and open. I'll get mine on too. Sort of our hang-out uniforms, Victoria." I offered, and continued. "When you come out, toss the bathrobe, sit yourself down, lean back, and I'll service you on my knees like a cock hungry whore. Victoria can sit next to you, for a great view."

Zach was in motion, and I knew Victoria was going to be blown away. She was already squirming right there. I got back first, looking prim and proper in my elegant white Terry cloth bathrobe. Tied at the waist. We stood together waiting for our pretty boy.

Minutes later Zach came out looking like a Black male model, no runway antics, just a confident young man who happened to have his matching white bathrobe open and his hard cock swinging to an "Oh my God!!!" From Victoria. Zach tossed the bathrobe, sat down, splayed his legs, pulled his balls up, and gently stroked his beautiful beast. He was calm and happy, in the moment just being Zach.

"Come sit next to me Victoria," Zach's invitation. "And Victoria, I don't want to be rude but I'd sure enjoy seeing you beside me sharing those pretty nipple rings. They've been on my mind all night, and Cal tells me you've got the world's prettiest little girl shaved pussy. I suspect you'll be wanting to jack it while you watch my lover, your husband, service me. Up to you, but I say show it off girl. Then enjoy watching Cal go to work."

Victoria was suddenly a little shy, caught off guard, but she was more than a little high and already dying to get her hands in her wet pussy. Her tights and sweater, were feeling like skin-tight bondage gear on that tiny fit body. Freedom! They were off in a flash. She kept that huge silver necklace, pure vixen, so pretty covering her upper chest, complemented by her bold nipple rings. She climbed on to the couch and snuggled against Zach's naked body, partly to be modest, but her hands quickly stroked his chest. Feeling him up. Without asking, Zach put his right arm around her neck pulling her closer, his hand dropping to find her right nipple ring, playing with it. A little tug. Quite a dominant move. I was proud of him, proud of them both. I untied my bathrobe, took hold of the base of his cock, and shook it. Taking control.

"See this beauty Victoria? Is it any wonder that I fell in love with this monster Black cock? Look at the fucking head, and wait 'till you see how my boy shoots." I stroked for a few minutes, watching both of them in a swoon, then took that head in my mouth and looked Victoria straight in the eyes--showing her I was a cocksucker now. I loved the audience and sucked up and down, only about four inches, waiting to shock Victoria when I would deep-throat this massive man meat. Victoria was ahead of me and already jacking her clit, pussy dripping on the red leather, but more just enjoying it than working toward an orgasm. Zach just watched that show, and tweaked her nipple--pulling on the ring to say I am here and this is mine.

I was emboldened, watching Victoria with cock lust in her eyes, "Go ahead and grab this cock for a minute Victoria, wrap your hand around it just beneath the head." It wasn't an order, but she followed my direction immediately. She let out a moan of amazement, and Zach had pelvic contractions just feeling this tiny white feminine hand around his cock. Zach pulled harder on her nipple ring, and she shook and moaned in response. I went ahead and sucked just the head, right down to where my lips were touching Victoria's. Kind of like kissing my wife while sucking cock right in front of her. Amazing, having been so paranoid about her reaction, in this moment she was completely immersed in the theater of it and obviously loving it.

"Go back to your pretty little cunt honey, let Zach see you work it while I work him. I need to service my son seriously now. Right now he gets a hundred percent of the whore in me!" Victoria went back to her pussy, eyes transfixed on my cock sucking, while Zach held her close and tight to his body. A tiny white body at one with the lean, smooth, and powerful Black Zach together against red leather. He was at peace, my naked wife in his arms, her jacking her pussy while he tweaked her nipple ring. Me sucking his cock, with fatherly patience and love. How do you top that? Well, by pushing deeper, then up to the head, and down deeper still. When I was close to where I knew his cock would pop through and into my throat, I pulled off to look at that beautiful head and its gapping mouth, and started tongue fucking that cock-hole to Victoria's amazement, "Good God, what a cock head, and your tongue is dicking it, like I do sometimes with my tongue in your mouth, pretending it's a cock. I know you dream of and love cock, and I love seeing you suck that giant Black cock. How much can you take?"