Back to the scene of the crime

Remember when I fucked that couple?  Elle and Doc?  The Italians?

Well they're back.

We had been exchanging email and had tried to set up a couple times to meet up in the past few weeks, but they either had things come up at the last minute, or completely forgot about it.  Not encouraging, to say the least.  But persistence pays off, and I finally was able to get them to commit to hanging out.  That was encouraging, and when I went to confirm, I got an email from Elle saying that she really needed it.  Even more encouraging.

What's interesting though, was that they wanted to do everything the same as how they did it last time.  Meet at the same place, and at the same time.  Perhaps the thought was to emulate the success of our first encounter.  That line of thinking is understandable, but can become tiresome.  Variety is the spice of life after all.

So I met them at the same place.  Again, Elle was wearing a dress, and Doc was wearing jeans and a sweater.  They also ordered the same drinks as they did the previous time as well...  Her with wine, and he with whiskey.  And what was even stranger was that the conversation was kind of stiff.  They seemed a bit more interested in talking to each other than they were talking to me.

At first, my spidey sense tried to figure out if this was some kind of game that I was supposed to play along with.  If so, I completely failed.  It went like this:  Doc came in on his cell phone, allegedly talking business with someone he either works with, or his boss.  Elle sat across from me, and talked a bit.  He joins us a few minutes later, complains about work taking up his time, and then proceeds to text someone at his office for the next half hour or so.

If it was my role to make fun of him, I didn't get the memo.  In the bedroom, she was very much into degrading him, and I would follow her lead with how far to take it.  But this was outside the bedroom, and she was acting shy and passive.  This lead to some awkwardness, as I'd try to engage them in conversation, but he would be too distracted with his phone, and she wouldn't talk that much.  Thus, we spent longer than seemed comfortable swirling our drinks around and smiling.

Eventually, I told Doc that he's too preoccupied with his phone to properly entertain his wife, and that I should sit next to her.  He agreed, got up, and left.  I sat down next to her, and we talk a bit more.  Now, she's a bit more open.  She asks if I had been with any couples lately.  No I have not.  I asked if they had found any other lucky guys to get with.  They had not either.

Our conversation seemed like it was just starting out, despite the fact that we had been together for about an hour.  Why she didn't want to talk about this stuff when Doc was around, I didn't know.  I figured there was a reason, and it might not be a reason that I wanted to hear, so I didn't ask.

Doc returns a few minutes later, and starts hinting at the fact that Elle was "in need."  In need of what, I ask.  She doesn't answer.  He tries to coax her into talking, but she's not having it.  This perplexes me.  We've all hung out, talked and fucked before.  They've fucked other guys, and talked to them too I assume.  If there was something else going on, I didn't understand.  This is one of the problems with being the third in a threesome, especially when the other two are married.  Everything that happens has subtext that you aren't privy to.  And when you devour information like I do, this fact can be unnerving.

Despite this, Elle tells me she needs to go take care of something, and walks off.  I take the opportunity to talk with Doc.  Like before, he doesn't have much to say.  This doesn't really bother me, but again, makes the sitting around waiting for Elle awkward.  Doc gets the check and leaves a ten dollar tip on three drinks.  Finally, she returns with a room key, and we all head out.

The walk to the room was uneventful and quiet.  When we key into the room, it's exactly like before.  I suppose I should have expected this, but the room had an identical layout as the one last time.  Why this didn't occur to me before, especially since the rest of the evening was pretty similar is beyond me, but it tripped me out a bit.  And then when Elle gets in front of me and starts grinding her ass into me exactly like she did last time, I couldn't help but feel like I was in some porn parody of the Twilight Zone.

I don't know what her sex with Doc is like when I'm not there.  Frankly, I don't want to know.  But if she does the exact same thing every time, it's no wonder they look for guys to smack him around for a change of pace.

One good thing that was different though, Elle was a lot more aggressive going for my cock.  There was still a lot of her grinding against me, but coupled with her hand rubbing me, it felt pretty good.  Doc spent the time either texting or taking pictures of her.  With a flash.  The TV that he turned on was also different, this time a documentary about punk rock, which provided a decent soundtrack.

Another part that was different was that Elle didn't seem to be into kissing me at all.  Unfortunate.  While she was massaging my cock, I also went for her fine breasts.  And she liked it when I pushed my hands into them, but flinched whenever I paid any attention to her nipples.  Unfortunate again.  The nipples are one of my favorite part of the breast.

It was at about this time when I decided that they weren't really into me.  She liked my cock.  Sort of.  And he liked having this fetish of his fulfilled.  But that's about it.  So I figured instead of trying to talk to these people, I'll use them for what I want to use them for...  sex with really attractive women.  Keeping with that theme, I took the rest of Elle's clothes off, and then mine.

When we were down to our skivvies, Elle first got on her hands and knees on the bed and pushed her ass out at me.  I grinded my cock against her ass, and she liked it.  Doc took more pictures.  And I guess maybe she finally noticed the flash, as she wanted Doc on the bed with us right after that.  He didn't want to, but she insisted and he did.  Then Elle wanted him to suck my cock.  Having endured this before, and knowing what poor skills he has, I was against this.  Doc was also against this, saying he just wanted to watch.  But she insisted, and hot women often get their way, so she pushed him on his back.

Elle wanted Doc to suck my cock.  He did.  Poorly.  Lots of teeth, and he wasn't into it.  Then she did for a bit, which was nicer.  Then she took my cock out of her mouth and gave it to Doc.  I was tired of his poor excuse for a blow job and smacked him in the face with my cock a few times.  He closed his eyes, and I couldn't tell if he liked it or not.  He then sucked more, and I focused on Elle to stay hard.  Then Elle sucked me again for a moment, and gave me a gigantic, sloppy, cock-tasting kiss when she was finished.  A pretty far cry not wanting to kiss me in the first place.

After the kiss, Elle wanted me to face fuck Doc.  He didn't want this.  I didn't want this.  So of course it happened.  Still on his back, I position his head to hang over the bed and put my cock in his mouth.  More teeth, more resistance.  What a waste.  I push a bit harder, causing him to gag a little, and his eyes to water.

I pull out and he gurgles, "Too big, too big."

"No.  You can do it," Elle retorted.  And I put my cock back into his mouth.  More teeth.  I pull out.

"I can't.  Too big."

This routine tires pretty quickly, and I get Elle off of him and back on to the bed.  Doc retreats to a chair beside the bed, and I get a condom.  Elle remains on the bed, on her hands and knees.  I put the condom on and decide that due the fact she was so hot to push her ass into me while clothed, I should take her doggy style, and scratch that itch.

What came next should have been expected, but took me for a bit of a surprise.  Despite how into it she seemed, as soon as my cock slides in a few inches, Elle's posture completely changes.  Where before she had her shoulders down, ass up, and looked like she desperately wanted a good fucking, it was now the opposite.  Her feet and legs attempted to keep me at bay.  Her ass was down, and she pushed up with her hands, all in an attempt to keep more of my cock out of her.

More memories rushed back.  She sort of did this before, the whole not wanting me to fuck her deeply.  And while it annoyed me then, I got over it.  This time, it pissed me off, so I kept trying to fuck her deeper.  She kept crawling forward.  We get to the front of the bed, and she tries to twist out of position.

In some cases, I'd have interpreted this as a game.  Believe me, I have no qualms at asserting my dominance in bed.  However coupled with the not wanting to kiss, and not wanting her nipples touched, I didn't take it that way.  So I kept having to remind myself that I was using her.  For her body.  For the five or six inches of her pussy that she would let me fuck.

The rest of our time in bed together lasted about fifteen minutes.  She came twice.  I came once.  Doc smacked her ass a few times, and shot some more pictures.  After cumming, I took Elle off me, and went to clean off.  Splashed some water on my face.  Washed my cock. Elle ran her nails up and down my arms, and I splashed some water there too.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found her half on the bed, half on his lap.  They apologized for needing to go, due to Doc's business whatever.  It was fine for me, but basically because I didn't really want to be there.  We all got dressed, and I left while Elle and Doc remained in the room.

It's funny how something can go from so good, to so mediocre.  Did I build up our first time together in my mind?  Probably.  Did I expect the same kind of experience?  Maybe a little bit, but mostly I just wanted to have fun.  It brought up one of my requirements in a lover, and that's creativity both inside and outside the bedroom.  It's really important, and I don't think I can function without it.