Changing Doors 4
The Boat Race
Juliette and I decided to invite heaps of people around for a BBQ on Boxing Day to watch the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race. It was a yearly race and a good way to catch up on friends etc. The house had a great Movie room with an 86" LG LED TV screen. I liked huge things!
Seriously, it was a great room that fit about thirty people comfortably, not everyone was interested in the race so not a problem with overcrowding, and it was easily reached from the outdoor area. So, a dip in the pool, a quick look at the race, a beer or wine and something to eat or go to a different area for a chat with someone.
Juliette's brother Peter was staying with us over the Christmas period, along with his partner Urs. They lived in Zürich. Urs was a well-known and highly successful Architect and had actually helped design our house based on my childhood fantasies. When I was a teen, I would draw houses and it was always with some sort of huge court yard in the middle of a U-shaped house. All rooms had access to the court yard and all rooms had a small bathroom consisting of toilet, shower, washbasin.
Peter and Urs were a great couple and not overtly gay' for my liking. I had always been afraid of being discovered as leaning towards men'.
But, Urs pushed my limits one day. We were standing in the kitchen in full view of everyone on the balcony. Luckily, for me, the kitchen counter was hiding us from the waist down. Casually chatting to each other he suddenly gave me a big smile and grabbed my package unexpectedly. I was instantly erect and shocked all at the same time. WTF!! I didn't say anything. I was frozen. He removed his hand away from my now hard cock and continued talking as if nothing had happened.
People started to move inside and in order to hide my erection I went into the pantry to get something. He bloody followed me! In private he grabbed my dick again and kissed me fully. I didn't resist but I heard someone coming and managed to break away just in time to pretend that we were looking for some olive oil.
From what I had seen, Urs was well hung and of course `uncut' being a Swiss man.
It has never happened again. We never talked about it. I do not know if Juliette's brother was told but I have never suspected that he does know about this incident.
The party deal was: roughly 80 people were coming and they were to bring a towel, in case they wanted to swim, their favourite drinks and we supplied meat, fish and salads. Though a party, experience was that it was better to let people know some rules. It was expected to be hot so dress for heat but be modest about it. The house is open in all areas except for our bedroom and a couple of guest bedrooms. But the pool, bathrooms, garden etc., were all free to use but be respectful and have fun!
I heard a couple of grumbles but by the end of the day even those people were appreciative of the space and time we all had together.
The race was due to start at 1pm and so the invitation was `from' 11am, with the idea of starting with an Apéro -- champagne, orange juice, prosecco or plain water if you wanted. Some finger food and afterwards a proper BBQ with salads. Then the Race. If you wanted. Some were not interested and came for food and Christmas greetings and left or stayed on until 11pm. We always had a finishing time. None of this partying until three o'clock in the morning and lots of noise and drunks leaving the house.
I had invited Damien to meet Peter and Urs.
Juliette's mother brought a long-time friend along -- Marc. He was her constant companion but they both remained single.
I of course invited the football club players and partners and that included Janek and his wife Georgette.
The club guys were a bit of a mixed bag as the youngest we would take had to be 18 but the oldest it didn't matter. As long as the guy was fit and could play well, we took him. All the players were fit and therefore most looked hot in speedos and provided plenty of eye candy. Some of the ladies that were present were also pretty hot in their swimmers but I was more turned on by the men displaying their bodies.
I enjoyed these get togethers. Chatting, drinking, a bit of tele. Always a good social time and catching up once a year at least. I also enjoyed the bits of naughtiness that happened as well and that is why we had some rules. We were hosting a BBQ not an orgy.
Afterwards, Juliette and I compared notes.
Did you notice x with y?' I think z and b were in the toilet a little longer than need be'.
We would laugh, given our own relationship and sexual adventures.
The race started and only a few people were interested. Lots of shouting for the favourite yacht club. Others were still chatting while finishing up their grilled prawns and salad.
My eyes noticed Marc about to dive into the pool. An older man but well built in many aspects. My cock twitched. He was about 180 cm with a slightly hairy chest, tight arse and his cock was outlined in his speedos. His knob showing a little also. My cock twitched some more. Mmmmmm!
I licked my lips. I could tell he was uncut and that particularly interested me right now. He dove in and swam the length of the pool quite easily.
When Marc got out of the pool, Damien was directly in his sight. They exchanged a hello and then chatted for a short time. I could tell from where I that Damien liked Marc as his pants were pushed out more than normal by his bulge. Marc finally moved on and Damien sat back in his chair and let out a sigh, not realising that I was spying on him.
The afternoon was well underway and it was time for me to do the rounds of the house and gardens. Like a security guard. We didn't want any shocks to anyone. Though we were all adults.
The house had been built on the side of this hill, so we cut deeply into the hill to get a three-story terrace effect. House on two levels and a rather large garden on the third.
The rear garden was designed for privacy and I had planted shrubs to achieve that. Above the highest point was another property and if they really wanted they could stand at their boundary and look down on what we were getting up to. We paid for a rather sturdy and expensive retaining wall. It was designed as a brace to stop a mud slide and built slightly higher than required, thus, the people behind would have to be rather nosey to look at us. The property behind also had shrubs along the boundary and a swimming pool behind that. In hindsight it was all too much and expensive. But I was after a dream and I got it.
There were four different gardens and each had space for a swing chair, table and chairs. It was in these gardens where most of the action happened if it was going to; but last year I had spied on a straight couple in one of our bedrooms having a quickie.
As I walked around, I tried to step lightly; I liked to observe people in action and not stop them!
I spied a young straight couple kissing and fondling while sitting in a swing chair. He was a member of the footy club. His pants were bulging and one hand was running up her leg to her pussy. My cock responded.
They couldn't see me but I stepped to heavy and on hearing the noise they stopped everything and moved back to the house.
In the next garden, which was concealed by a maze, I saw Damien and Marc. I smiled, thinking to myself: that sneaky old bugger.
He and Damien were in a deep kiss with hands groping each other. Both had their cocks out. Marc lived up to my expectations. Thick uncut cock and big balls. My cock was now rigid in my speedos.
Damien was gently moaning and tweaking one of Marc's nipples.
I managed to hide without noise this time. I wanted to wank off watching this pair of horny bastards. My cock was flowing by this time with pre-cum.
Marc gently pushed Damien down onto his big uncut cock. Damien obliged and pulled on the foreskin with his teeth. Marc laid his head back and moaned. His cock being sucked by an expert in the most unlikely situation.
Damien got down on his knees between Marc's legs and took that thick monster deep into his throat. Marc thrust into Damien's mouth and reached down to feel his arse. I knew Damien would like this; I was about to blow at this point.
I really wanted to move in there and fuck Damien's arse for him while he sucked that big old cock, but best I leave them alone. They were very quiet but one could hear the murmurings. I could see Marc's balls rise right up, ready to shoot.
Damien left Marc's cock and sucked on his balls. More panting and moaning from Marc. Then without notice, Marc unloaded into Damien's hot mouth. Not a drop being wasted. Marc was shaking as he blew.
Finished, Marc stood up and quickly left the scene while adjusting his clothing. Poor Damien was left high and dry. Well, so he thought.
I quickly moved in before he had time to stand up. I ploughed my cock into his dripping hole. He moaned with deep pleasure. It only took a couple of thrusts before I unloaded a huge amount of cum into his more than willing man cunt. I had more ideas though. I pulled my cock out of his filled hole, with a big flow of cum as I did; dropped onto the ground, went down between his spread legs and took his seven inches into my salivating mouth and blew him. I liked Damien's cum a lot. Sweet and lots of it and today he blew very quickly. Finished, we both stood and kissed. `Damien, you still have some of Marc's cum on your chin!'. He grinned.
Back into the house, separate ways. I cleaned up myself and met Juliette at the balcony. She was busy talking to Georgette about life. Janek was busy chatting with the coach about the next season of football.
I broke into Juliette's conversation by putting my arms around her and asking if she wanted a drink.
Back with the drink, she and Georgette are now talking about business. I found that a bit boring, but hung around like a good husband with some commentary every now and then. Janek was still chatting with the coach, so I decided to join them.
After a bit of conversation, the coach mentioned something that had not been mentioned for over a year now.
`You two are getting on great now. Remember how I had to bloody get you to go out for drinks and get to know each other?'
Both of us in unison said `yes coach'.
If only he knew that it had progressed into drinking each other's cum now.
We all laughed and had a quick group hug and got quickly back into the next football season and the organisation of the games.
I went to the toilet as I was about to bust. I hadn't noticed Janek lagging behind but I was glad. We quickly disappeared into one of the bedrooms and locked the door. We kissed and fondled each other. Neither was wanting sex but was glad to be in each other's arms. We laughed about the coach. I could feel Janeks thick cock pressing into me. I wanted sex now. I grabbed his arse and pulled him towards me. I quickly told him `all' about the Damien and Marc episode and how I finished off. He looked at me in amazement; that this was all happening in my back garden. I laughed and kissed him again. Then dropping to my knees, I bit his thick cock through his pants. He moaned. I undid his pants and got the monster out. Fuck he was big.
I started to suck on him but he had other ideas. He pulled me up and pinned my arms above me onto the wall and kissed me then went down on my eight inches of hard cock. I moaned heavily. I was ready to blow. I decided to just let it happen. Grabbing his head, I forced my dick right into his throat and blew. Four loads. When finished he stood up and kissed me. His cock nearly breaking through his pants.
We left the room and returned to the guests.
Marc was talking with Juliette and she was laughing.
`I wonder what he told her that made her laugh like that?' I would never know but it intrigued me.
The afternoon went on and I got around to speaking with all the guests including the lovely Peter and Urs. I found at that Peter was now running a nice little lucrative Bar in Zürich and he was now able to relax a bit and have some time off for travelling. Urs told me more about his architect business and that he was impressed at how the house had developed. Admitting that not so many people put so much effort into the place where they lived. Peter was distracted for a moment and Urs tweaked my cock. I just kept smiling, knowing that we were somehow protected from others seeing what happened -- especially Peter.
The couple that I spied on up the back earlier came and said goodbye and thanked me for a wonderful BBQ; followed by Juliette and Marc. Marc had his arm around Juliette and she looked happy. I wondered what they would get up to tonight! Some of the guys from the club left at the same time.
The weather had been great and it was still warm. People sitting in the pool. The yacht race was well under way and some people sleeping on chairs looking totally relaxed.
Damien was chatting to a young guy and I noticed a sparkle in his eye.
I decided to take a break and have a twenty-minute nap on our bed. No one would miss me for twenty minutes.
I was walking down the passage way and heard moaning! This surprised me as I had thought that all the possible sex' people had gone or settled down. It seemed to be coming from one of our guest bedroom's. I was shaking my head disbelief. Who could this be?' I hope it isn't Janek involved in something without me!
I identified the bedroom and slowly opened the door. I didn't want to disturbed or to be seen.
I had to stop myself from gasping. I was totally shocked.
I could see Juliette's head moving up and down on someone's cock.
But then I realised it was no cock! This was a woman she was eating out.
I remained deadly silent. I managed to make out that it was Georgette!
I got out of there. I wanted them to finish what they started. I was always the opportunistic person. One never knew what the future would bring.
Juliette? Georgette? Lesbians? No! Bisexuals!
But Janek had told me that Georgette was not really into sex!
He said she was quite boring and certainly did not want to give him head! But here she was being eaten out by my wife!
I found somewhere to sit and think about this. I couldn't go out to face guests. Let me get this right: Georgette was laying on the end of the bed and her legs hanging down and Juliette was on her knees with her head between Georgette's legs. Alright! OK!
Then?
I tried to remember what I had actually seen or heard.
Who was moaning?
Georgette was.
Juliette was slurping.
But Georgette had her hands firmly pressed on Juliette's head and thus pushing Juliette's mouth onto her cunt!
I was shocked. Of all things to be shocked by this was not one of them, but non the less, I was shocked.
After all, Georgette was basically pushing Juliette's mouth onto her pussy just like I pushed Janeks mouth onto my cock.
That cheeky minx. I smiled. It was then that I realised my cock was rock hard. I had really wanted to burst in and fuck Juliette while she ate pussy. Hot, hot, hot! I was glad that I did not disturb them.
I decided then and there that this would not be mentioned to anyone. No one had seen me, as far as I knew, and it would be my secret. One thing life had taught me, was that anything is possible. We may not like it, but anything is possible.
At the very minimum I had learned, that my wife who had an enormous insatiable hunger for large cocks, was into licking out pussy. It looked like, she not only enjoyed it, but the other person was enjoying her technique immensely also.
I breathed out heavily. I gathered myself together and headed back to the guests. I wasn't interested in any more sex that day and socialised like hell. Janek and I had met up and that was the icing on the cake.
Later that night, in bed, I asked Juliette about her day.
She told me that she had enjoyed it very much and looked forward to next years BBQ.
I told her about the couple in the back garden and left everything else out. We giggled about like young kids.
I was totally exhausted. So, after a short read of my book, we kissed good night and went to sleep.
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