“Is it true your lady has a magnificent, big ass John?,” George, a man in his early thirties, a few years younger than me, asked while we were showering in the communal gym showers, while covertly comparing the size of our large, closely shaved cocks.
While we watched each other drying off, George invited me for coffee. After we ordered, he had my full attention when he looked me in the eye and told me, “I asked is it true your lady has a magnificent, big ass, for a reason. My lady and me have a thing about women with exceptional asses. You probably know some of the men and boys in the gym gossip about you and your lady.”
He was scrolling down on his phone before he showed me some pics of his lady Sally-Anne. “Is that magnificent or not?, he teased as I looked at the pics. The woman in the pics was a little younger than my lady, she did have a magnificent ass, making mental comparisons with my lady’s ass as I looked closely. Already pleased at where the conversation was heading.
In the first pic she was wearing heels and skin tight shorts with half her ass exposed. A second pic, hands on hips, in heels and a tiny black thong. Then a range of pics of her completely naked, beautifully proportioned ass. Her voluptuous thighs a perfect compliment to her gorgeous big ass. In some of the pics she was looking over her shoulder at George taking the pics with a wonderful sexy smile.
“I am impressed George, as you know from the gym gossip I do have a fetish for women’s asses,” I told him as I opened my phone to show him some pics of my lady Margaret. Her back to the camera, hands on hips, wearing heels, stockings and a garter belt, to highlight her magnificent, big ass, then another shot of me naked with a hard on licking her ass, worshiping it. “Is that magnificent or not George?, I teased, looking closely for his reaction.
Not to be outdone George showed me some more pics of his lady Sally-Anne, a man obviously George worshiping her ass, while she was wearing heels, stockings and a garter belt. What better way to show off a woman’s ass? Then some more pics of our women’s asses from each of us.
We were both trying desperately not to show the other how aroused we were after looking at the pics of each other’s lady’s wonderful, naked asses, and pics of us with boners while worshiping their asses. “Would you and your lady Margaret like to meet my lady Sally-Anne?,” George asked.
When I returned home that night I told my lady Margaret about my meeting with George. Explaining he had initiated the meeting while we were showering in the gym after he had asked me, ‘Is it true your lady has a magnificent, big ass John?’
Margaret was hanging on to my every word after she asked, “What did you tell him?”
“I let him take the initiative to see where the conversation might lead with you in mind. He wanted to show me some pics of his lady. She was a little younger than you, she did have a magnificent ass, I was making mental comparisons with your ass as I looked closely. He showed me a range of pics of her completely naked, beautifully proportioned ass.
“I told George I was impressed, wondering if I should show him some pics of your magnificent big ass without asking you first. Though I knew in the circumstances you would get a buzz from me showing a new man pics of your big ass. Was I wrong to show him pics of your naked ass without asking you?
“I showed him a pic of you with your back to the camera, hands on hips, wearing heels, stockings and a garter belt, to highlight your magnificent, big ass, then another shot of me naked with a hard on licking your ass, worshiping it. I teased George, looking closely for his reaction when I asked , “Is that magnificent or not George?”
“And what was his reaction when he looked at pics of my naked big ass? Was he impressed?”
“Indeed he was, he had a tent in his trousers. Was I naughty to show him your pics without asking?”
“You were naughty, though my kinky side is pleased you did.”
“George asked if we would like to meet him and his lady Sally-Anne?”
“Tempting very tempting.”
It was tempting enough for both of us to meet George and his lady Sally-Anne for a drink in the bar of the Hyatt a few nights later. The two women had gone out of their way to dress to impress for each other and for George and me. They were both a little taller than average with similar size 12-14 bodies, both wearing killer heels. Their short, above the knee tight skirts making it obvious they had wonderful, voluptuous hips and asses. The two women hit it off immediately, talking about the things woman like to talk about.
The frisson was like a first date, both women knew they were the centre of attention for two men who admitted to having serious ass fetishes, both women determined to play the moment, to tease each other and the men, all four of us wanting to participate in watching each other’s man worship their asses.
When Sally-Anne asked Margaret, “What are your hip measurements? Forty-two inches? The same as me,” the conversation was rollicking along. After the second drink the women were more relaxed, when George boldly asked my lady, “Can I ask how you like your ass to be worshiped Margaret?”
“While I am almost naked, standing in front of a mirror. I love to have my big ass kissed and licked least two times a week, Sunday afternoon is a favourite time,” she replied with great aplomb, making it obvious she was open to the idea of having George worship her ass.
“Do you talk to each other while John worships your ass Margaret?”
“Of course, an extra turn on for us both, John often tells me he would like someone to watch. A man or a woman, perhaps a teenage girl and boy.”
“Doe’s John have a hard on while he worships your ass Margaret?”
“Always, he gets a hard on as soon as he sees or touches my big naked ass.”
“Has anyone ever watched John worshiping your ass Margaret?”
“What do you think George? Of course they have. Would you and Sally-Anne like to watch John worshiping my ass?”
George didn’t answer, though the look on his face was answer enough.
“Are you and John exhibitionists or voyeurs Margaret?, George asked.”
George was hanging on to Margaret’s every word as she continued to tease him and Sally-Anne. “Yes. we are both exhibitionists and voyeurs, often at the same time. John likes to tell me, your sexual pleasure is my sexual pleasure, and my sexual pleasure is your sexual pleasure.”
It was my turn to ask a question. “How old were you Sally-Anne when a man worshiped your ass for the first time?” So pleased when she answered my question in great detail, ramping up the sexual tension.
“I was barely twenty and sexually naive. Up until then I hadn’t even realised I had a big ass. Or that some men like to worship a woman’s ass. When an older man seduced me, while he undressed me he told me he wanted to give me cunnilingus. He had his hands all over my ass when he gasped, turning me around. “You have a beautiful, big ass, I want to kiss and lick it, worship it. That is just magnificent he told me as I clenched my ass cheeks for him as he kissed and licked my ass. He had such a hard on for me, he had the biggest cock I had ever seen until then.
“A week later he watched one of his buddy’s worship my ass while he masturbated. I was hooked. Twenty years on I now realise I really do have a big ass, with no dimples. George and me are totally uninhibited these days.
“A few blunt questions for you John, I want you to tell me about your ass fetish. I do like a man with an ass fetish, In fact,I am fascinated by men with an ass fetish,” Sally-Anne smiled as she stood and placed my hand over her ass, before she strutted around our table to flaunt her glorious thighs, hips and ass in her short, above the knee tight skirt making it obvious she had wonderful, voluptuous hips and a magnificent ass.
We were sitting opposite each other now, George alongside my lady Margaret with an exploratory hand over her ass, me alongside Sally-Anne with a hand over her ass, drawing envious glances from other customers.
“I do like satisfying a man’s ass fetish. Fetishes are usually triggered by a childhood event, a learned behaviour. Would you like to tell me what triggered your ass fetish John?,” Sally-Anne asked.
“I was still at college, while on a family picnic when completely unexpectedly, I saw an aunty squatting in the trees to pee, her huge naked ass was in full view as she glanced over her shoulder, smiling at me aware I was watching her peeing, it was so exciting at the time. For a sexually naive student, her huge, lily white naked ass was a magnificent site, a young voyeurs dream. I have learnt since an ass fetish is a multi-sensory experience, the visual aspect, licking, kissing or otherwise touching, including spanking.”
The two women were holding hands across our table, when Sally-Anne asked Margaret, “Our men have similar tastes and fetishes. Should we give them what they want?”
“Why not? When and where?,” Margaret replied as they kissed with their tongues. When we walked out of the hotel George and me had a hand over each other’s lady’s ass, trying to feel if they were wearing any knickers. Both of them whispering in sync with a beautiful smirk, “No, I am not wearing any.”
“Do you want what I want and need?,” Margaret asked as soon as we arrived home. I desperately wanted what Margaret wanted and needed, t telling her to rest her hands on the wall, lifting her dress over her waist, licking and kissing her big ass, worshiping it like never before, fantasising about George worshiping it while I worshiped his lady’s ass. Wonderful foreplay for our fuck afterwards,
The next Friday night George and me had booked a room in the Hyatt, agreeing to meet downstairs. The women looked so good, making an entrance a minute apart, dressed to impress for George and me and any man in sight. Making it obvious they had magnificent hips and big asses as they strutted and swayed into the foyer.
Earlier while I watched my lady preparing, she told me her and Sally-Anne had agreed on what they would wear for our meeting when they went shopping together. Heels, black stockings and a suspender belt, no knickers, and a cup-less bra under a tight fitting dress. Before she asked me to help her on with her tight fitting dress, she asked, “Does my ass look big honey?”
“Just magnificent,” I told her as I ran a hand over it, admiring it, such a beautiful tactile feel, my cock responding, already turned on knowing I was going to share it with George and Sally-Anne later that night.
Margaret wasn’t aware George and me had decided to wear matching skimpy, black male thongs for the occasion, before she watched me tuck my cock into it. Pleased when she told me, “Oh. I like your cock in those.”
There was huge sexual tension in the hotel room, the two women were intent on making an event of this, both knowing they each had huge sexual power over a new man wanting to worship their ass. Knowing the two men were going to watch each other worship their asses. The women kissing with their tongues for George and me. Our cue to get naked for our women. Both of us with already tumescent cocks as our women looked us over, making comparisons.
Kissing with their tongues some more before they turned their backs on George and me. My lady Margaret motioning for George to lift her dress, slowly exposing the tops of her stockings and the glorious bare flesh above, slowly exposing all of her magnificent, big ass. “Oh wow, so good,” George moaned as he grasped her hips, licking and kissing her ass cheeks as she looked over her shoulder at me. Glancing at my already erect cock.
I had my hand on Sally-Anne’s ass while I watched George worshiping my lady’s ass. The size of his erection surprising both Margaret and me. An exciting point of difference between he two women was their skin colour, my lady Margaret sun tanned all over, no bikini lines, while Sally-Anne was lily white.
Then me doing the same to Sally-Anne, worshiping her magnificent, big, ass, comparing her ass to my lady Margaret’s while my new buddy was worshiping it, kissing and licking it. Both of us with erections.
George and me were also intent on making an event of this, both of us knowing our women each had huge sexual power over a new man wanting to worship their ass. George and me each had a bottle of oil we wanted to smear over each other’s woman’s big ass.
The women were standing close together, their hands on the wall for support, kissing each other as George and me watched each other smear oil over each other’s lady’s wonderful, big ass. Clenching their ass cheeks for us as we used two hands, the women looking over their shoulders at our erections. Both of us alternating glances at our own lady’s ass, making comparisons. Alternating glances at each other’s erections, making comparisons.
That night was a multi-sensory experience, the visual aspect, the tactile aspect, looking and comparing our lady’s magnificent big asses while we oiled them, Then later, licking, kissing and touching, so tactile, the thought of spanking their magnificent asses an exciting one. George and me both had absolute boners after worshiping each others lady’s big ass. We had all agreed no fucking that night, though it was very tempting. And it was incredibly exciting masturbating with one hand for each other’s lady with our other hand sliding across their big ass.
The next time we met up with George and Sally-Anne we had agreed to meet in our condo. The two women decided to play the moment for George and me. Stripping down to their underwear and holding hands as they slowly strutted around the room like models in a bikini parade, watching their asses jiggle. The women kissing each other as they leaned on a table. George and me worshiping each other’s lady’s ass without removing their skimpy thongs.
George and me had met beforehand to discuss how we could make our four-way relationship even more exciting. Both of us agreeing we would be more than comfortable watching and giving each others lady cunnilingus, fucking them with our tongues. So good tongue fucking each other’s lady while running our hands over their asses. Bringing them to a climax with our tongues, George and me naked with throbbing boners while our ladies watched us masturbate, seriously masturbating with two hands, determined to outlast each other.
The next time we met George and me wanted to make our four-way relationship even more exciting. We wanted to watch our lady’s making love together. We both subconsciously had a hand wrapped around each other’s huge boners, that really was tactile, while we watched them worship each others big ass. Wonderful foreplay before we watched them give each other cunnilingus, bringing each other to a climax with their tongues while George and me masturbated each other, so comfortable while comparing each other’s technique. George and me subconsciously wondering if another man had ever given them a head job.
Sally-Anne was the catalyst, whispering to George, “Do it for me George, do it for Margaret. He is almost begging for it.” She was correct, I was almost begging for a head job. It was so long since Margaret had watched another man suck my cock, give me a head job while she watched. This time Margaret and her new lover Sally-Anne were watching. I could see the envy in my lady Margaret’s eyes while she watched, knowing she intended to give George a head job after he had satisfied me,
“That was the biggest turn on for me, the way you gave my man such an incredible blow job George. I want to do the same for you.” Oh wow, I had never seen her give another man a head job, a blow job. It seemed the most natural thing to do at that moment was to give Sally-Anne some cunnilingus, tongue fuck her.
The next time we met up with George and Sally-Anne was even more exciting. We were all very comfortable with each other by then, realising we were all gender fluid, all of us intent on maximising our sexual pleasure.
Reliving our first date, Sally-Anne and Margaret kissing with their tongues some more before they turned their backs on George and me. Sally-Anne motioning for me to lift her dress, slowly exposing the tops of her stockings and the glorious bare flesh above, slowly exposing all of her magnificent, big ass. “Oh wow, so good,” I moaned as I grasped her hips, licking and kissing her ass cheeks as she looked over her shoulder at my lady Margaret. Glancing at my already erect cock. Then George doing the same to Margaret.
Wonderful foreplay before Sally-Anne took the initiative again, telling George and me to stand with our backs to the wall, our rock hard erections parallel to the carpet. The second time I had watched my lady suck another man’s cock, give another man a head job, a surprising turn on for me. A huge extra turn on when Sally-Anne commenced sucking my erection.
The four of us knew long before we next met we were going to fuck each others partners. Two goddesses with magnificent asses teasing George and me as they undressed each other, kissing each other while they ran a hand over each other’s wonderful ass.
Worshiping their asses before we commenced fucking. George and me fucking each other’s lady from behind, with our hands grasping their asses, the four of us watching each other. Turning each other on. Such a challenge, wanting to make each other’s lady climax before we orgasmed. George and me wanting to outlast each other.
The two women, the two goddesses with magnificent asses were talking softly to each other while we were fucking them. Close enough to kiss each other with their tongues. The noise of slapping into their asses a huge, extra turn on. “Fuckame, fuckame, fuckame.”