My GF and I were in a bar one lunchtime, when we got chatting to a gregarious Frenchman and the girl who was with him. It soon became clear that Patrice was gay as anything, and that the girl, Carla, obviously fancied him. They were both great fun, and we all got on like a house on fire. We met up several times over the next few weeks in the same bar. Eventually, on one occasion, it was time to go home, but Patrice asked us back to his place, a large old house where he was the young companion of an elderly gay ex-military man, who grunted as we were introduced, and then shuffled off upstairs. "'e's going for ze afternoon sleep..." explained Patrice. We went into a sort of sitting room at the back of the house. There was a large sofa and a single armchair, a drinks table and a TV. Patrice took the armchair, and waved at the drinks. "Help yourselves!" he said, "Shall we watch a video?" We settled down with our drinks; me and my GF on the sofa, Carla on the arm of Patrice's armchair. The video was of a gay orgy. Patrice was clearly excited by it... "Oooh, zat's a nice big cock!" he would interject... I was wishing he had some straight videos, but then I had an idea as I caught Carla's eye. She had a Mediterranean appearance, tanned and toned, with long black hair and big brown eyes, and as she perched on the arm of that chair she looked most alluring. I made a wanking gesture and pointed towards Patrice's crotch. She raised her eyebrows, then winked back. Her hand gently undid Patrice's fly. If he noticed, he pretended to be engulfed in the video. Now his cock popped out, hard and big. Carla wanked it, and Patrice could ignore it no more. "Zat's nice, cherie! Where is yours?" he asked, looking at me... I didn't need asking, and pulled my trousers down to reveal a big hard-on. "Mmmm, nice penis!" said Patrice just as Carla went down on him. My GF looked a bit shocked by this time, so I consoled her by getting her to wank me... Patrice's cock was bigger than mine, and I said "Why don't you go and have a play with his?" She looked askance at me for a moment, then went over and joined Carla. She took Patrice's big cock in her mouth and started giving him head while Carla watched. Carla had tight-fitting black jeans on, which just asked to be pulled down, so they were! She swung round in surprise, revealing a minimal thong covering her pussy. I went down on her, pulling it aside and plunging my tongue into her pussy. As I did, she was pushing her thong down... and I stood up. Patrice went to grab my cock, but I was focused just on Carla's sweet vagina lips, and that was where my cock went - she felt tight and moist and luscious. She turned her head and kissed Patrice (the real object of her passion) voraciously. At my nodded suggestion, my GF now stripped off and climbed astride Patrice's big cock. She winced visibly as she took its enormous size into her, but then squirmed with pleasure. Patrice's gay instincts were not to be outdone - he slipped a finger in beside my cock, and rubbed my tip as it moved in and out of Carla. It felt so nice, I reached across and found the base of Patrice's shaft as my GF road him like a stallion. He winked at me... "Oh, so you like my cock!" then he went red, "I sink my moment is coming!" My GF climbed off him, and I began to wank him, but within seconds, Carla's hand was with mine, expertly manipulating his foreskin. With a grunt, he shot his load - it went everywhere, and it was enough to send me too!