The Glorious MMF Climax to the Underwear Party on Fire Island

Spoiler: LOTS of cum guzzling ahead.

Read part I of this essay here!

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Original illustration by Eduardo

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We cuddled for a few minutes, bathing in the post-coital glow. 

“Ready to head back down?” Gabriel asked. 

“I think I’m good, actually,” I replied, my eyes still closed. “I’m just gonna lie here for a bit.”

“Oh, I tuckered you out that much?” 

“You really did.” 

We gave each other a final kiss, and I quickly passed out, only to wake up thirty minutes later with a raging boner so engorged my dick hurt. It felt like the time I accidentally took too much Trimix and was erect for three (at first glorious, and then concerning) hours. I knew I had to do something about it but was too tired to return to the party. 

Thank god for apps. 

Grindr was a shitshow, and I mean this in the best way possible. Dozens of men less than 500 feet away, all revved up from the underwear party, needing to get plowed. 

But one couple in particular caught my eye: bisexual swingers from Long Island in their early forties. 

“You wanna hook up w me and wifey,” he asked after sending photos. He looked like your run-of-the-mill man from Long Island, dressed in polo and khakis. He had a little belly and a donkey dick. His wife, more conventionally attractive than him, had bleached blond hair, big naturals, and a svelt frame. 

“Absolutely,” I said. 

“We’ll be there in a minute.”

Fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock at my door. “Sawrry, we late,” the wife said, her Long Island accent on full display. “Mick ‘n I were fightin’.”

“You guys okay now?’

“Wat? You goin’ be awr therapist naw?” Suzanne pressed.

I raised my hands defensively. “No, just trying to get a vibe check.” 

“We here wit our girlfriend, who’s not as slutty as we are, so it’s been a struggle,” Mick said.

“Understood,” I replied. “Well, let’s go ahead and be slutty now.” I needed to transition to whatever the hell this was to fucking because, truthfully, I did not give a damn about their throuple drama. I wanted to cum inside Suzanne while Mick’s thick cock bruised the back of my throat.

Mick dropped his shorts and boxer briefs, revealing a girthy piece. Suzanne, wearing a sequined body suit, unhooked the straps from her shoulders and lowered the cloth to underneath her chest, exposing her mommy milkers. 

I had Mick lay flat; I got on my knees beside him so his wife, at the foot of the bed, could watch as I took all of him in his mouth. Mick lay with his hands behind his head as I unhinged my jaw and swallowed inch after inch, all the while making eye contact with his wife. Her mouth dropped when she saw me stick out my tongue, licking his nuts, with his cock lost inside my mouth. (I like to think of my throat as the Bermuda Triangle; you put a dick in there, and it disappears.)