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"Do we finally have everything together then?!"
Annoying humming, Gabriel pulled his wife by the hand because he just wanted to lie on the couch in front of the TV at home. Instead, he had to surrender to the annual Christmas hustle and get the stupid gifts.
He hated that, unlike Samantha, who'd taken a liking to a group of wooden reindeer.
Shaking his head, Gabriel stopped and patiently waited until she decided whether to buy the stuff or just stare.
After another endless hour, they'd stowed everything in the car, and his eyes fell on a small cafe.
"That's what I've earned, at least a hot chocolate or five," he grumbled, then twisted the corners of his mouth into a broad grin, wiggling his eyebrows. Sam nodded because she couldn't say no to a good cappuccino.
Not ten minutes later, two men came in at the door. Excitedly and with a half-open mouth, Samantha poked her husband in the side.
"Ow!" He replied though he had to admit that it didn't hurt.
The young woman wasn't impressed by that because her attention was on the two men, who sat at a small, round table, joking and laughing.
"Those are two of the Cockyboys, aren't they?!"
Gabriel followed her gaze and frowned.
"How do you know the Cockyboys?!"
"Not yet, but we can change that," she grinned and wanted to get up. Gabriel held her back, shaking his head, and asked what the hell she wanted from them. Because he was so severe, Samantha had to laugh and calm her husband with a kiss.
The two men had noticed the scene because the table was almost exactly opposite. And since Samantha occasionally gazed at them, they didn't hesitate and joined the couple.
"Is that seat taken?" The handsome boy with curly brown hair asked, pointing to the chair. Gabriel answered with a shrug, his wife with a nod.
"Josh Moore, Calvin Banks," the tall blonde man with the many tattoos introduced them.
"I know," Samantha smiled and offered her hand. Gabriel did the same, but only because it was polite.
The couple learned during the conversation that the boys had a show in town in a few days. The two were the first of the boys because they wanted to see more of the city.
Samantha's eyes sparkled. Gabriel still couldn't do anything about this subject and vowed to inform himself immediately at home. After all, it was about his favorite topic, and not knowing something drove him crazy.
"If you feel like it," Calvin said before they went their way and reached into his jacket pocket, took out two tickets, and winked at Samantha.
Then he scribbled his phone number on one of the tickets with the addition that she should get in touch if she knew where to get good cocktails.
Again her tongue was faster than the brain, so the young woman answered that she'd attended a training course. What was meant to be a joke, the boys accepted as an invitation, and after Samantha had revealed where they lived, the two young men had invited themselves for the next evening.
In the car, on the way home, Samantha bit her lower lip and turned her head to her husband.
"Are you mad?"
Of course, he didn't like it when he was just passed over, but ...
For one thing, Gabriel couldn't be angry with his wife, and on the other, he found the two young men sympathetic and likable, and a common topic of conversation was already found. But first, he had to look at a few of these pornos because he was excited. Said and done. An invisible force tied him to the computer all evening.
"If you don't come to dinner, the food comes to you."
Samantha put the loaded tray on the table before kissing her husband and sitting beside him. Then she wanted to know if he'd already got suggestions.
"Rather fear. I mean, did you see the monster cocks? Holy shit!"
Samantha had to grin at her husband's shocked expression, and when a spoonful of pumpkin soup was spilled from his mouth onto the table, the pause button was pressed with a shake of her head.
As time passed, it became more and more understandable what his wife found so unique about this porn.
Gabriel looked up from the newspaper and raised his head questioningly as the bell rang at the door the following afternoon. It was too early for their guests.
"You're not here by chance?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as he saw Misha standing in front of the door.
Excited, the dark-haired man followed into the living room and sat on the couch.
"No. Samantha said Calvin and Josh are coming over?!"
"Calvin and Josh ..." Gabe murmured but couldn't resist a giggle. "Are you a fan?"
A little sheepish, a nod and a shrug followed.
"But we didn't invite them to fuck."
Rolling his eyes, Misha replied that he knew that, too.
Granted, Gabe was also a bit nervous, but not like his wife. Shaking his head, he watched as she walked from corner to corner, pouring some snacks into a bowl and putting some drinks on the table.
Two hours later, the two men appeared with flowers in front of the door.
"For the lovely hostess," Josh explained, handing the flowers to Samantha and greeting her with a kiss on the mouth. Then suddenly, he remembered and glanced at Gabriel.
"Don't worry, I won'tspank your ass," the dark-blonde man said, breaking the uncomfortable quiet seconds.
"That's what I'm responsible for."
The young man, who was at least a head taller, smiled enchantingly and winked at Gabriel, who bit back a slight growl at the thought of it because, admittedly, it made him a little horny.
Samantha smiled when Calvin took off his jacket, revealing a white tank top. Although there were no minus degrees, it was December. Winter!
But that was one of his trademarks, as well as those curls. He was a handsome young man. Not in a classic, masculine manner with excessive muscles or hardened, angular facial features. No, he had something more boyish, daring, mischievous.
That's precisely how she'd imagined him. Always friendly and never embarrassed by a saying. Charming, social but also very polite and well behaved. And his bright blue eyes had something that immediately made one feel good.
But Josh was no less fascinating. The tall, well-built, blonde young man with blue-green eyes always had a welcoming smile on his face, and Samantha couldn't wait to see more of his fascinating tattoos. Above all, she wanted to count the birds on his left upper arm.
The first question that burned on Samantha's tongue was whether the boys were all gay.
"Most of them, the rest are interested in both," Josh replied but said in the same breath that this was their job.
A little embarrassed, the young woman scratched her head. She justified the question by saying that this porn was fundamentally different from others because it was about passion –– kissing, talking, and lots of foreplay and tenderness. It was so sensual and just amazing to look at, and most importantly, things seemed so natural.
"Closeness, sharing each other's energy, taking time and responding to the partner; this is very important for us. But we hafta cum; we can't fake that," Calvin laughed and winked at Misha.
The evening took its course, the conversations became more intense, and soon everyone knew everything about each other. There were almost no secrets and no shame in front of each other.
On the contrary, all five agreed there was nothing better if one could talk to someone about these things.
"To bring twenty minutes of maximum performance, I imagine challenging," Gabriel interjected and looked at Josh, after which the handsome man nodded, but the physical effort also delayed the cumshot.
"And some things are cut anyway," Samantha replied; after that, the two porn actors looked at her laughing and with big eyes.
Shrugging, she explained it was almost impossible for a hand to be somewhere else from half a second to the next.
"What you pay attention to ..."
When Samantha started to yawn and Misha was infected automatically, Josh grinned.
"If you're too tired for sex today, we'll be back tomorrow."
"Seriously?"
Misha was partly surprised and pleased and got a nod from both men.
It was clear to Samantha that evening that the chemistry between Misha and Calvin was good, but her husband also seemed attached to Josh.
The next day ...
"Shall I help you?"
Gabriel stopped humming when he heard a knock from his wife.
He was already in the bathroom longer than usual, and with a smile, Samantha turned back when he said no.
Granted, the older man was fucking nervous and agitated, and the thought of having the two professionals as guests also aroused him. But it wasn't time yet, and with a snap of his fingers, his cock got the message too.
The afternoon began like the evening before; there was a lot of laughing, fooling, and drinking.
Misha and Gabriel drank a little more, and Samantha felt that the two had to drink courage and smiled into herself. She knew her two men couldn't wait, but they needed a little push.
"Can we finally see the secret room?"
Calvin pulled Samantha's hand impatiently, giving her a seductive look with his big, blue eyes.
…
What he saw there when the red-haired woman unlocked the black door of the playroom first elicited a loud, appreciative whistle. He instinctively reached between his legs because he could immediately feel something growing.
"That almost looks like a dome studio."
"Experiences?" Samantha laughed, but Calvin shook his head.
"Are you doing …?" Josh wanted to know.
"Not professional, if you wanted to know that," she replied, somewhat embarrassed.
"My wife is my personal dominatrix," Gabriel smiled and kissed Samantha on the cheek. It was said with so much pride that the sensitive woman's eyes almost filled with tears of emotion.
"God, I can think of thirty ways spontaneously," Josh mumbled. With a half-open mouth, he looked around curiously before opening all the drawers and looking at the enormous assortment.
Calvin then came up with the idea that a shoot could also occur here.
"You'd be well rewarded too," he added, patting Samantha's back when he saw her hesitate while Gabriel didn't mind.
As Josh pulled out a pack of condoms, he looked at the other men individually.
"Say, you're all clean, aren't you?"
"Do you wanna see our certificate?" Gabriel chuckled, shaking his head. Josh just shrugged; he had to ask that to have unprotected sex and threw the condoms over his shoulder at that answer, laughing.
With the questions settled ... who'd start with whom and who and how far everyone was willing to go, Samantha sat down on the couch and put her feet up, only to get a wry look from Calvin.
"If you think you can rest here while we're sweating, then you're wrong," he chuckled, and Josh grabbed her with a loud laugh and put her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. Slowly, he let the young woman back on her feet and took her face in his hands, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to hers while his body automatically came closer
"Forgive him, but he hasn't had a wife for a long time," Calvin smirked behind her, who'd been watching his friend's bungling action for a few moments.
With gentle movements, Josh stroked Samantha's long, red hair from the neck and placed kisses on the exposed skin, which made her shiver to the tips of her toes.
While Calvin's demanding fingers rubbed over her back, Josh's hands brushed her arms down to her fingers, locking them with his own.
Samantha leaned against the curly-haired man's chest with a contented sigh and closed her eyes. Trapped between the two young men, she felt and heard the arousal, which spread like wildfire. They rubbed against her like an agile cat.
Meanwhile, Misha and Gabriel had sat on the bed and followed the events before their eyes with a contented hum before Josh suggested with a wink that they should not make it too comfortable.
Samantha, too, became bolder, caressing Josh's well-trimmed beard before her hands moved lower and traced his perfect upper body. She couldn't help but slowly undress him from head to toe with rapt looks.
Her hands were cheekily placed under his sweater, and a deep moan was extracted as her fingers touched his sensitive nipples ... knowing this was a weak spot.
Josh had dropped off his sweater at lightning speed, and she stared at his torso's long, naked width.
But first, Calvin wanted to see what was hidden under the young woman's clothes and whispered in Samantha's ear to raise her arms. When her shirt fell to the floor, Sam turned around, wanting to taste him too.
The shyness vanished as she rifled through Calvin's curls and pressed her lips to his.
"A beautiful back can also delight," the man behind her murmured and let his tongue wander over the sensitive skin, eliciting a comforting sigh.
Watching his wife enjoy it made Gabriel horny, and since she was busy, he put his hand on Misha's thigh and gave him a questioning look.
The dark-haired man didn't need to be asked. With a wink, his hands reached down his friend's neck to pull him closer for a kiss.
…
"You're perfect, Samantha," Josh whispered against her lips, taking her lower lip gently between his teeth and pulling while his greenish eyes merged with hers. More teasing kisses followed until Calvin became impatient and turned her again to continue where his friend left off.
Unable to keep her eyes open longer, with the wonderful emotions rushing through her body, she totally let herself down and left the men in control.
Only when the two had stripped Samantha down to her black underwear and the young woman was hot from the tender activities did they let her go and shooed her onto the couch, where Josh also took a seat. Instead, the curly hair beckoned Misha over and kissed him carefully.
The black-haired man immediately melted, put his hands on the other's face, and returned the tender kiss.