The Hand Jobs - Sex Stories

The Hand Jobs

THE HAND JOBSRoni and I were young—thirty years old, maybe—when we visited friends and went skinny dipping in their pool. It wasn’t the first time we’d all been naked together, the ice breaker happened years before when we stripped off at the beach one night after dark. None of us were afraid to bare it all and everyone loved the feeling of swimming nude, so those nighttime pool parties had become something of an infrequent ritual. With their k**s in bed, the yard dark enough for the neighbors not to see, once again, we ended up losing our suits.After almost two hours in the pool, we had all drunk more wine than necessary to get a pleasant glow and there wasn’t an inhibition to be found. Thanks to spending that time with two wet and naked women under the moonlight, when we stepped out of the water to dry off, both Ken and I showed off our raging hard-ons. Of course the ladies noticed.Roni couldn’t help staring at Ken’s huge cock. He made it obvious that he caught her looking.“Something here that you’re interested in, Veronica?”She giggled. “Well, yes, Kenny. It’s probably not the first time you’ve caught me looking. You’ve got the biggest…thing I’ve ever seen.”Ken was six-four and had an appropriately long and thick shlong .His wife, Joyce, a short and cuddly brunette with a pair of big round knockers said, “Once he gets a woody like that, I have to give him a hand job to calm him down.”Ken smiled. “Can I have a hand job now, honey?”Joyce laughed. “I gave you a hand job yesterday.” She surprised me with her next comment. “Roni looks interested. Maybe she’ll give one. Less work for me.”Ken looked at Roni, raised his eyebrows, and grinned.Ronni sighed, “Do you need a hand job, Kenny?” She asked sweetly, her speech a little slurred from the wine, and she never even glanced at me for approval.Masturbating another guy since we’d been married would be a first, and I wondered if she was making a serious offer.“Ummm, Kenny likes hand jobs,” he said, sounding like a big nitwit.“OK, Kenny. Joyce says I should, and my sweetie says I give the best hand jobs in the world.”“Oh yeah, I deserve the best,” he said, rubbing his cock a couple times.I felt my eyes pop as she wrapped her fingers around his meat and began giving him one of her fantastic hand jobs—three short, fast strokes; three long, slow strokes; three fast, three slow, all while fondling his balls. I stared at my shapely wife. Her dark brown hair was wet, the cool breeze had made her nipples hard, and in the moonlight I could see Ken staring from her tits to the dark triangle of pubic bush covering her pussy and back again.I loved watching her masturbate our friend and my cock kept growing and began to ache.When Ken started to moan with pleasure, Roni quickened her pace.“Feel good, Kenny?”“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna cum.” He closed his eyes and tilted his head up, reveling in the intense pleasure.Joyce and I watched them carefully. Standing close to me, she said, “He’s loving this. I’ll have to ask her ...