Death by Sext - Chapter 3 (Final)

Death by Sext

~ chapter iii ~

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As we floated in the air, our ding-a-lings drifting free, it was impossible to tell if we were in a dream, in heaven, or simply... dead. Did a whole week of sexting and edging carry us all the way into death?! It was a strange feeling — but somehow a comfortable one. Naked, floating around with my naked husband, watched by other gays with warm, welcoming faces, it felt like we belonged. Our drifting carried us into a cloud shaped like a jacuzzi: a warm bath in the sky, butts and dicks all around. This is the life!

"What a show you two just put on, huh?!"

Before the voice even finished, I felt my cheeks go rosy — and my husband shrinking beside me.

"Wait... how did you see that?!" I replied fast.

He repositioned himself to look me in the eyes. There was something magical and sensual in his green eyes, a little foggy from the smoke he'd just exhaled. Then, slowly, he said:

"You finally had sex without guilt, after years of marriage. You're welcome."

"I... I don't follow. Should I be thankful for something?"

He smirked, glanced to his right, and snapped his fingers. His thick dick began to grow underwater, and in one fluid motion a lean figure beside him opened his mouth and went down on him — so naturally it was like he'd been born for it. I looked at my husband, surprise all over my face, and I could tell he was as shy as I was, like we were watching something we shouldn't.

"Does being horny still scare you?" he said, his voice already thick with pleasure. "This is what I call a *sex state of mind*."

He tilted his head back, then went on, unhurried.

"A power passed down thousands of years ago, through my mage relatives. But don't misunderstand me — I'm only a facilitator. I unleash what's already there; I can't plant a single thing." He nodded at the lean figure working him. "This one? He's wanted this for so long. I just let it happen."

He let out a low moan, then looked back at us with a grin.

"And you two... I only helped you hold back. A whole week of edging?! You're both insane. I've lived thousands of years, and I'd never seen a bond so strong."

"I think we're just shy," I managed. "It all feels so surreal... Who even are you?"

"I'm just The Erotic Mage."

He snapped his fingers again, and the water turned hotter. I looked down — my own dick was warming too. I felt a familiar hand on my chest, and then that dark, full head of hair going down on me. That mouth I knew so well was even wilder now, and I grabbed his hair hard, guiding him, making him feel it. Around us I could hear kissing, sucking — some fucking, too — and when I looked up, it was simply a *gay oasis*. No shame in the air, just hot, sweaty guys pleasing each other. If we were dead, this was so much better than any heaven I could have imagined. I looked at the mysterious mage.

"It's very nice to meet you. Please, keep on inspiring us."

"It's all in your head, mate. There's no reason to be ashamed to like nice sex."

"It feels... so hot," I said, almost losing the words. I was so close again.

"One last thing, and it'll help you too: the less you judge other gays, the hotter your sex will be. Until next time."

And as he said it, he broke apart into bright stars scattering across the sky.

Wrapped in so many sensations, I couldn't hold back — I came in my husband's mouth, groaning without a shred of shame. He looked up into my eyes.

"Feeling naughty feels nice, right?! I had such an urge to suck you with everyone watching. Are we voyeurs or something?" He laughed. "That mage guy was a little creepy — but real or not, I really felt the magic."

"I have no idea, but it all feels hot. Now turn around — my turn to suck you. Backdoor calls me first!"

As I ran my tongue over his soft ass, it was a beautiful sight: his dick hard against his belly, dancing in a small pool of precum. I noticed him glancing around at the pool-party in the sky while my hungry tongue worked him. And, for some reason, right there in that moment, I felt the urge to say it.

"Would you want to suck any of them? We can always invite someone — make a nice little sandwich, buns and all."

He giggled, shy. "It feels wrong. I feel like such a naughty boy — this doesn't happen in the real world... but I'm kind of out of control."

"I mean — we're married. But there's no such thing as blocking each other's fantasies, right? I'm okay with it. Who knows when we'll visit gay heaven again?!"

Just then we caught a tanned hottie spying on us — and, clearly inspired by the mage's magic, he said, "I'm always ready to be the lunch box of a well-settled couple." So my husband started sucking him hungrily, and I watched the precum go even wetter on his belly. I slid the tip of my dick through that hot, slick pool, spanked his belly slowly with it, and he spread his own legs with his hands, begging me in. Miraculously, I was ready for a third round on the spot.

I thrust hard, and in the harmony of our moans everything built and built. I felt him tightening around me, and then a hot load arced through the air — hands-free. He looked at me, drunk on sex; it was really something, seeing him like that.

The tanned hottie came right after, and the three of us dissolved into giggles.

I blinked, and we weren't in the sky anymore. We were back in our bed, naked.

"Wait — you were up there too, right?!"

"Oh, you bet I was. I'm exhausted, but give me thirty and I'll be ready again," hubby said, smiling.

"I'm happy we didn't really die — but something clicked. Is that guy real? I want to read smut stories now!"

"We can create our own, honey. I guess we're unlocked after that shared dream."

"C'mon, boy — I'm ready again."

Oh dear, my dick was hard again.

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