3 comments/ 70578 views/ 16 favorites He, She, and I Ch. 01 By: MrMsScrewloose Part 1: Our First Threesome (MMF, true) My girlfriend back in the seventies was a real pistol, a slim, attractive, young lady willing to experiment with sex and have fun with it. We had been together for about two years at this time. She was only in her early twenties and still lived with relatives a few miles away from my apartment. My best friend from college and I were both in graduate school in nearby cities. He would often come up on weekends, for an afternoon of football or drinking, dinner, and maybe sleep on the couch. When he was between girlfriends, he would be there every other weekend. He, she, and I were very close. The three of us spent a lot of time together. She mentioned to me one day that she was interested in possibly going to bed with him, if I wouldn't be upset. She thought he was pretty sexy, and we were all very familiar, and she wanted to try another man. Far from being upset, I approved wholeheartedly. She enjoys sex a great deal and expresses it loudly. I looked forward eagerly to seeing a new person turn her on, to watching another man explore her body and her desires, to watching her discover new excitement and pleasure with a new person. I assumed that she would act on her desire at the next opportunity. A week later we were all back in the apartment after going to a football game at the local college. We had taken a thermos of screwdrivers to the game and continued them back in the apartment by the blender-ful. She wore a straight wool skirt, back when skirts were short, well above her knees when standing, even shorter when sitting, and therefore more interesting and enticing. And she wore a black sweater tight enough to be interesting, too. She had a terrific figure, medium height, thin, tight, tight hips and tight ass, slinky even under the fall dress of heavy knit sweater and skirt. The student-type apartment had only two easy chairs, with an ottoman in the middle between them. She sat on the ottoman between us, and the conversation was animated as usual, slightly tipsy and good humored. We would all touch occasionally to stress points in the discussion. Being in the middle, she would often put her hand on my knee or his during the conversation. At some point, her hand stayed on his knee and his thigh, and started stroking massaging his leg. "Has the seduction begun?" I asked myself. I wondered how far she would go, if she would go through with it. I wondered how he would react, and how far she would have to go to make her desire known. Would she actually go to bed with him right here in front of me? When I got up to make more drinks, they were staring intently at each other, talking softly, her hand still on his thigh. When I had the drinks, I came back into the room softly, not making any noise. They were kissing, lightly at first then more deeply, mouths open, tongues moving. Serious kissing. I waited in the doorway. I was hidden in the shadows of the dark kitchen, but I could see them through the open bookcase separating the two rooms. He moved his hand up from her waist to cup her breast, lightly, through her sweater. She inhaled sharply when she felt this overtly sexual touch, but she didn't stop him or remove his hand. She continued kissing him. Her hand was far up his thigh, resting on his bulge. After half a minute they stopped, and I came back into the room. Talk continued, with more hands on knees and thighs. When she turned back to me, I ran my hand up her leg under her skirt, all the way to her crotch, and felt her heat. He couldn't see me do it, but he may have noticed her reaction, clamping her thighs on my hand. Some minutes later, I got up again to make more drinks. While blender was running, I peered out of the kitchen doorway to see what was happening. They were kissing again. This time, he moved his hand under her skirt, feeling her stockings between her thighs, moving up between her legs. She moved her legs apart, pushing the skirt far up, almost to her hips. His hand went up under her skirt. I couldn't see his hand reach the vee at the top of her legs, but her reaction was obvious. She told me later, "When he put his hand on my thigh, I opened my legs to let him know he was welcome there. He felt my leg, way up under my skirt. Then he cupped my crotch and I pushed my mound onto his hand. He could feel the heat and the wetness through my panties and pantyhose. I wanted him, and he knew I wanted him." I finished getting the drinks, came back in and sat down. At one point while we were talking again, she kissed him openly. Conversation stopped. While they were kissing passionately, he reached up to her breast with one hand and her hip with the other, her skirt sliding up over the nylon of the stockings. She didn't remove his hand from her breast. She didn't pull her skirt down. She moved slowly against his hands, pushing her breast into his palm. Her meaning was clear to me: she wanted him to feel her body as a lover would feel her body, and she would let him do it right in front of me. She wanted him to be her lover tonight. There was no turning back. When they finished the kiss, she turned to me, kissed me, and, whispering, asked me if this was really okay with me. I felt her heat right through her sweater and skirt. She was very turned on. I didn't want to stop it. I wanted to continue it and to see her make love to another man and be made love to by another man. Yes, I told her, yes, she should enjoy herself and I wanted to watch and participate. I was as turned on as she was, maybe more, anticipating what would happen in the next few hours. I knew that I wanted to see her turn on sexually to another man's touch. I wanted to see her accept his kiss and his hands on her breasts and in her sex. I wanted to see her kissed and fondled and caressed, gently at first, then more insistently. I wanted to see his hands knead her breasts and her ass, lift her skirt, feel her thighs, and dive into her crotch. I wanted to see him force his hands under her clothing to feel and reveal the secret places of her body. I wanted to see her pussy drilled with his fingers and to see her loving it. I wanted to feel her thrill to four hands and two mouths and two cocks and twenty fingers on her body. I wanted to feel the heat of her desire for two men to caress her body at once, touching her and kissing her and probing her any way she wanted. I wanted her flooded with sensation, consumed with desire. I wanted her to be panting and wild and naked, craving something to fill her, on her back with her legs open, reaching for cock and guiding it into her. I wanted her to lose control from sheer lust and fuck anything that moves. I wanted her to be mad with sex, lusting for anything to fill her pussy, taking it into her body, pulling it in to the hilt and pumping it. I wanted her to feel the squirting of a man's sex deep inside her body. I wanted her to come with another man inside her. I wanted her to come screaming. She turned back to him, kissed him again. We all stood up and moved to the floor on the other side of the room. The carpet wasn't all that soft and warm, I thought, so I got some cushions for her to lie on. She asked us to take off her skirt so she could avoid wrinkling it. We were only too happy to accommodate her. He unzipped it, pulled it down her legs, and put it aside neatly. Then she lay down in the black half slip that had been underneath the skirt. It was shorter than the skirt, of course, barely covering the opaque top of her pantyhose. He lay down on her left side, head to head, kissing her avidly. I was lying on her other side, facing the other way, feeling her legs and hips. I was also looking right up under her slip into the goodies, and I could see her fancy, black, bikini panties. And I could watch all that they were doing. He kissed her and felt her left breast again, then moved under her sweater to knead her breast. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand. He reached behind her to unhook her bra, then continued feeling and kneading her breasts, still under the sweater but now uncovered. After a few minutes, while still kissing her, he pulled his hand out of the sweater and moved down to her hip and legs. He felt the silky slip on her thigh, then slid his hand under the slip to her leg encased in the shiny and slippery pantyhose. Clearly the pantyhose had to go. All three of us pulled down the waistband of the pantyhose, and I removed them down her legs and over her feet. He moved his hand back to her slip, and back to her thigh under the slip, moving up to her crotch. He felt outside the black panties, tracing the seams of the leg bands and the folds of her most intimate skin, lightly caressing the tops of her thighs and then her mound through the nylon. His middle finger traced up and down the lips of her pussy, pushing the cloth in between the lips, just separating them a little and leaving a wet line where the fabric was slightly indented. Then he reached back down to the hem of the slip and pulled up her slip to expose her panties. She opened her legs a little at the exposure. They were still kissing again and again. His hand lay flat on her belly above the panties, holding up the slip. Slowly he moved his hand down underneath the waistband of the panties, and I could see the bulge of his hand as his fingers moved over her mound and pubic fur that I knew so well. His fingers moved down between her thighs over the lips of her sex, moving lightly up and down, then between the lips of her sex and into the opening. She inhaled sharply, she swooned, she actually swooned and gasped. She pushed her crotch up to meet his hand, wanted his fingers to go down between her lips, inside her pussy, in the hot wet, deep inside. She opened her legs more, whimpered, pushed her crotch up hard into his hand. He slid his fingers in, one finger moving in and out of her, clearly visible under the panties, stroking into her body and back out. She pumped up and down to meet it, moaning, pumping, more urgently, in and out. After maybe a minute, his probing and her pumping became less urgent. His finger came out of her pussy and rubbed up and down between the lips over her clit. She had a mini-orgasm, I guessed. We all got up and walked into the bedroom. He lifted her sweater over her head and slipped off her bra. I pulled down her slip and panties. She lay down, stretching her legs down and her arms above her, showing us her breasts, reveling in the physical tension and the sexual tension together. I got up to turn out lights and get some candles for more appropriate lighting. When I returned, he was undressed, lying half on top of her, one leg between hers, kissing. He moved his hand to her pussy again. This time she opened it wide to receive him. He slid a finger in, she moaned as they kissed in time with his finger sliding in and out, drilling her insides. Her hand went from his back down his side to his belly and cock and balls. His cock was long, erect, upright, tight against his stomach at a narrow angle, at least an inch longer than mine. He knelt between her legs. She lifted her legs around his waist, opened her pussy lips with one hand, pulled his cock inside her with the other. They fucked in a straight missionary position, maybe ordinary but still fun. He screwed her hard for a couple minutes and came. I undressed while I was watching, and was sitting on the floor, my cock hard and straight out. When he was done, I got on top of her and slid into that very hot, very wet pussy full of come. I was so excited that I came quickly, too. While he got up to shower, I played with her clit until she came loudly. The only thing he missed that night was watching her wail and writhe in orgasm. Tough. He'd had plenty already that night. When he came back out of the shower, he was hard again and she was still interested. With very little preliminary play, they went at it again. This time, she sat on him, lowering her hole slowly onto that long, thin phallus. She lay down, her breasts on his chest, and screwed slowly until he came again. She told me later that this position was not really comfortable for her because of the unusual angle of his cock, almost straight up along his stomach rather than perpendicular to his body. She couldn't sit straight up at all because of that angle, and she couldn't get friction on her clit so she didn't come. But it was okay, she said, because some cock was better than no cock. We got together as a threesome several more times over the next couple months. More about that later. The intimacy of the three-way sexual experience didn't hurt any of our relationships. We're all still very close. He, She, and I Ch. 02 Part 2: "I want to be seduced," She Said. [These tales are true, as true as they can be after many years have passed. They are embellished maybe 2%. For instance, I didn't really know at the time what people were thinking. I could only tell from their movements, from their excitement, from the urgency of their actions and words.] * Introduction: My girlfriend back in the seventies was a real pistol, a slim, attractive, young lady willing to experiment with sex and have fun with it. We had been together for about two years at this time. She was only in her early twenties and still lived with relatives a few miles away from my apartment. My best friend from college and I were both in graduate school in nearby cities. He would often come up on weekends, for an afternoon of football or drinking, dinner, and maybe sleep on the couch. When he was between girlfriends, he would be there every other weekend. He, she, and I were very close. The three of us spent a lot of time together. She mentioned to me one day that she was interested in possibly going to bed with him, if I wouldn't be upset. She thought he was pretty sexy, and we were all very familiar, and she wanted to try another man. Far from being upset, I approved wholeheartedly. She enjoys sex a great deal and expresses it loudly. I looked forward eagerly to seeing a new person turn her on, to watching another man explore her body and her desires, to watching her discover new excitement and pleasure with a new person. He and I certainly thought she was very sexy. She was cute, though not a beauty queen, but she had a terrific figure, medium height, thin, tight, tight hips and tight ass, slinky. And she just exuded sex when she wanted to. It was a Saturday afternoon of one of my friend's weekend visits in the early fall. She came over dressed to kill, in a very short blue dress and blue stockings. It wasn't a party or cocktail dress, just a business dress, but it was very, very short. At least that was all we could see at first. Underneath, she was wearing a beautiful matching set of slip, bra, and very small panties, all dark blue, trimmed with lace, that I gave her for Valentine's day, and blue pantyhose that were sheer to the waist. We had a few drinks and took turns reading a porn novel that I picked up in Penn Station. This book was much better than the average smut, certainly better than you'd find today, though the story was pretty typical. Not-very-happily married couple are on a plane tour of some exotic area in Asia, complete with studly bush pilot and recent divorcee. Plane has engine trouble, forced down in the jungle. Lust reigns. Virile pilot seduces frustrated wife. Frustrated husband seduces lonely divorcee. And so forth. All possible hetero combinations are achieved in the next hundred pages. Plus the lesbian combination, eventually, just for good measure. And finally a last incredible but incredibly erotic scene of a tiger licking and then screwing the wife while everyone else watches, all ends happily. Incredible but absolutely zipper-busting. In any case, this book was really very hot, the sex scenes were very erotic, and we all got turned on reading it. She read it and came over to sit down with me on the floor. He was still on the couch reading the book and looking over at us occasionally. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that sex was in the air for today. He and I both had obvious hard-ons, and she was playing Miss Slinky. She lay on her stomach on the floor, with a cushion or two. I lay down with her, started to nuzzle her ear and caress her back. The dress was so short that it barely covered her butt. Her legs in those smooth stockings were sticking way out on the floor, inviting me to touch them. He looked up from the book to take in the scene, she stretched out with her dress barely covering the curve of her delicious butt, the slip peeking out below the dress when she reached for her drink. And me touching her. She saw the lust in his look. She whispered to me that she didn't want just to get into it; she wanted to be seduced by us. Well, that's fine with me. I moved from touching her back to going over her ass down to the backs of her legs. Her thighs were tight and cool in the pantyhose, held in firmly by the stretchy material. Inviting touch. Smooth, silky, firm, erotic as hell. As I stroked up her thighs to the hem of the dress, only a couple inches from the goodies, up and down the backs of her thighs, getting closer and closer. Then I didn't stop at the hem, I went under the skirt of the dress to caress her lovely, tight ass in the pantyhose. He could see clearly, when he looked, that my hand was under her clothes now. She opened her legs a little, and I stroked them some more, all the way up to heaven. When I reached down between her thighs to her crotch, it was hot, damp. Still covered with that tight nylon so I couldn't reach into her, but I pressed on the area where her lips and clit were hidden beneath, so she could feel the pressure, and she pushed back into my hand. Her movement caught his attention briefly. He looked over again, almost finished the book, reading that incredible, exciting last scene. He was torn: should he stop reading and join us, should he finish the book while I get to feel her up without him? He saw my hand under her dress and between her legs. It was late enough that it was getting dark. I get up to turn on some lights and pour us all another drink. He finished the book finally and joined us on the cushions on the floor. She turned over to look at us. Top half, dress; bottom half, legs. Top: lips, smile, and boobs; very female, and uniquely the woman I loved. Bottom: legs, legs, legs, and the promise of what was between them. Incredibly sexy. I sat down, pulled her head down into my lap, kissed her long and deep, caressed her torso through the dress. He sat by her feet, caressing her legs in those stockings. I began to feel her breasts openly. She squirmed and liked that. He reached further up her legs, felt her thighs, up to the hem of her very short skirt, only inches below her pussy. She liked that, too. She relaxed, let her legs fall open so he could see up under her dress all the way to her dark-nylon-covered crotch. He reached up there, touched her crotch. She lifted her hips to press his hand harder into her pussy. He pressed. She pumped up to his hand again and again. I got her to sit up for a moment so I could unzip her dress. I slipped it from her shoulders down to her waist, she lifted up a little and he took it down her legs and off. Now we saw the dark blue, lacy slip, and the matching lacy blue bra beneath it was visible. Beautiful underwear, he said, very sexy. She thanked him and told him that I gave them to her. I kissed her again, kneaded her breasts through the slip and bra. She lay back again. He felt her legs again, still in the pantyhose, up to her ass, her hips, her belly. I pulled down the straps of her slip and kissed the swell of her breasts. He found the waistband of her pantyhose, started to pull them off. She lifted her hips up to help him, and he slid pantyhose down and off her feet. I continued to play with her breasts under the lace, he with her thighs and crotch. He pulled down her panties, too, exposing her completely, and he played with her little bush. I pulled the slip up to her breasts and pulled the bra down to free her breasts so I could kiss the nipples. She opened her legs wide then, he sat right between her knees so he could see the lips of her sex and find her opening in the fur, and he put two fingers straight into her. I watched him slide two fingers together up and down her lips, parting her pubic hair, her hips following his fingers, up and down. I saw his fingers disappear slowly into her, he turned his wrist back and forth in a screwing motion. Her hips jumped up onto those fingers and she moaned loudly. He drilled into her with one hand, in and out and round and round, and rubbed her clit with the other thumb. His fingers came out shiny with her lubricant and then pushed back in more deeply. He leaned forward to kiss her belly between navel and bush. Her hips were pumping up and up and up to get his hand deeper inside her. Four hands and two mouths were pleasing her. After a couple minutes, she wanted to move to the bedroom. She undressed him, he took off her slip and bra. He sat on the bed, she pushed him back and knelt over him, kissed him. I watched his right hand move between her legs, up to her pussy. His finger slid between the glistening lips of her sex and disappeared into her. He continued to move his finger around her insides, and, judging from her movements, she loved it. She reached back to grab his cock, rolled off him onto her back, pulled him down onto her, between her legs. She guided his organ between the lips of her sex and into her body. He pushed in a little and a little more, and after six or seven strokes he was in all the way. He pumped his long, thin cock in and out of her pussy for a few minutes, quickly at first, then slowly for a few minutes, then quickly again. She locked her feet over the back of his knees and lifted her hips up to match his strokes. Both of them were breathing hard, raspy, groaning and moaning with increasing intensity. His back went rigid, I saw his butt clench tight as he pushed as hard and far into her as he could, and he came. He pumped and squirted a dozen times into her, then relaxed his weight down onto her hips and chest. The urgency of the moment was over. I climbed between her legs and I came quickly, too. I was so turned on and her vagina was so slippery. Afterwards, she was still not satisfied, so I fingered her clit until she came several times. By that time he was in the shower. She and I cuddled up and had a short nap. We all went out to dinner, then came back and slept the night through. We played again, but with nothing like the intensity of our earlier sex. He told me later how grateful he was that I let him "go first with her" both times. I guess he had a problem with sloppy seconds. I didn't tell him that the choice of who screwed whom when was entirely hers, not mine. She never discussed it with me, and I gather she didn't with him, either. I also didn't tell him that her pussy felt much better to me when it was slippery and dripping with cum. She was so tight that the extra lubrication made it slipperier and silkier, and it felt much sexier. He, She, and I Ch. 03 Part 3: Not So Enthusiastic Introduction: My girlfriend back in the seventies was a real pistol, a slim, attractive, young lady willing to experiment with sex and have fun with it. We had been together for about two years at this time. She was only in her early twenties and still lived with relatives a few miles away from my apartment. My best friend from college and I were both in graduate school in nearby cities. He would often come up on weekends, for an afternoon of football or drinking, dinner, and maybe sleep on the couch. When he was between girlfriends, he would be there every other weekend. He, she, and I were very close. The three of us spent a lot of time together. She mentioned to me one day that she was interested in possibly going to bed with him, if I wouldn't be upset. She thought he was pretty sexy, and we were all very familiar, and she wanted to try another man. Far from being upset, I approved wholeheartedly. She enjoys sex a great deal and expresses it loudly. I looked forward eagerly to seeing a new person turn her on, to watching another man explore her body and her desires, to watching her discover new excitement and pleasure with a new person. He and I certainly thought she was very sexy. She was cute, though not a beauty queen, but she had a terrific figure, medium height, thin, tight, tight hips and tight ass, slinky. And she just exuded sex when she wanted to. Later that winter, when my friend was up for another weekend, she joined us on a Saturday evening. She was dressed warmly: a sweater, a straight, tight wool skirt that wasn't especially short, and pantyhose. We were just sitting around my apartment. He and I had been drinking for a while, waiting for her, and were both very horny. He and I naturally expected that the evening would end in three-way sex. The last two times we three were together, we all had some of the hottest sex that I, at least, had ever experienced. When she arrived, she had a couple drinks and relaxed a bit, but it appeared that she was not all that interested in getting laid. Her body language just didn't seem to be moving in that direction, so I tried to convince her. I pulled her onto my lap, where she sat while we were all talking. After a few minutes, I kissed her, and she seemed a little surprised. To warm things up further, I started to fondle her openly. I cupped her breast, and she objected a little, but she didn't slap me or remove my hand or stop me directly. He could see clearly that I was playing with her breast, and she knew it, but she didn't react much or start to get interested. I had to take it further. I moved my hand from her hip and went up her skirt over her nyloned legs. Again, this got no positive reaction but no rejection either. Her legs were together, and the skirt was tight enough that I couldn't get my hand up to her crotch without some cooperation from her. Now he could see that I was trying to get my hand onto her pussy, but he couldn't tell how frustrated I was that she wasn't making it easy for me. While I was making more drinks, he pulled her onto his lap. When I got back, they were kissing deeply. He held her tight. I think she was trying to pull away a little; at least she was not holding onto him tightly as she had in the past. Then he moved one hand to her breasts, squeezing them and toying with the nipples. She began to push away a little. Cleverly, he lay back down on the sofa, pulling her on top of him. She had to choose between lying right on top of him or kneeling across him to keep her balance on the narrow couch. She knelt over him. This had the effect of pulling her straight skirt well up her legs. He ran his hand up her thigh, up the back of her skirt, pulled her skirt way up almost to her waist. When he ran his hand back up between her legs, I could see his hand pressing into her crotch through the pantyhose and white panties. White: I guess she really wasn't expecting to go to bed with both of us. Now she struggled more than a little, trying to pull away from his kiss. His hand was under her skirt and on her pussy, and I obviously approved of this, too. I went over to join them, held her hips, pulled her skirt completely up to her waist, caressed her thighs and butt from behind her. "Hey, guys, I don't want to get raped here," she protested. "We're not going to rape you, sweetie, but we're certainly going to have you tonight. Shall we stay here, on the floor, or go into the bedroom?" "The bedroom, I guess," she replied. I picked her up off the sofa, and he and I carried her into the bedroom. For a while, we all stood there with her sandwiched between us. He was still kissing her, hard. If she had any objections, they were lost in moans. I was holding her breasts and he her ass. With a quick movement, he dropped his pants. He sat back on the bed, she stood in front of him, I behind her. He pulled her forward to continue kissing her, and together we undressed her. I unzipped her skirt, pulled it down over her hips, it fell to the floor. He pulled her white sweater over her head. He and I pulled her pantyhose down, which was hard, because she wasn't cooperating. She began to struggle a little again. She knew that if she lost all her clothes, she would be fucked by these two horny guys until they were tired out. He lay back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him. Again, she had to kneel over his legs. I pulled her panties down to her knees, he put his hand back between her legs, cupping her pussy, his first and second fingers slid between her lips and into her hole. She moved her ass around as if trying to eject the intruding fingers. Or was she trying to get the fingers in deeper? It was hard to tell. I think she was beginning to get into it. I didn't know what he thought, but it was clear what he wanted and he hung on tight. Eventually, she relaxed, accepted that we were going to have our cocks in her. He rolled over, still kissing her. She fell onto her back, his hips between her legs. He quickly pulled his boxers down and kicked them off. His cock was fully erect, straight up his belly. He pulled her knees up and out to the side to open her cunt completely, and slid his erect cock into her opening, which was wet and hot. He pulled her ankles up around his neck, almost folding her in half, to maximize the depth he sank his cock into her. He pumped into her for a couple minutes, deep and hard, pushing her back into the headboard at the end of each stroke. He couldn't get any deeper. After a few of these strokes, she got into the mood, put her arms and legs around him to pull him deep and keep him there. Her cunt was stretched so far it hurts her, but she accepted the delicious hurt. She was whimpering with every stroke now, unh, unh, unh. At that, he came quickly, lunging as far into her as he could get and squirting eight or ten times. His ass continued to twitch every few seconds for a couple minutes, still pumping his cock in and out of her. She was still wrapped completely around him. When he finally pulled out, his cock was red, glistening with her clear juices and his milky semen. She kept her legs up and his cum flowed out of her hole and down her ass. She looked so inviting that I couldn't wait. I jumped between her legs and leaned down to hold her knees up on my shoulders. My cock slid easily into her cunt, which was wide open, stretched from his mauling and dicking, and sopping from the load of cum he left there. The grip of her pussy was gentle now, and slippery, and it took me a while to come. My dick doesn't plumb into her body as far as his, and my fucking was not so urgent and insistent. After a few minutes, I did come, and I lay down on top of her, still inserted to the hilt. I told her I'm sorry we sort of forced her. Fuck you, she said. I love you, I answered. Me, too, she agreed. While she and I were engaged, he got up to take a shower. That's his style. She still hadn't come, so I fingered her clit and insides for a few minutes. Eventually she came weakly. He came out of the shower, dressed, made his apologies and left. He had planned to spend the night, but was embarrassed, I guess. We just went to sleep, no more drinks, no dinner, no discussion of what happened. Thank god, this sort of semi-barbaric incident did not queer my relationship with this wonderful, sexy woman. He, She, and I Ch. 04 Part 4: Late Night Quickie (MMF, true) Introduction: My girlfriend back in the seventies was a real pistol, a slim, attractive, young lady willing to experiment with sex and have fun with it. We had been together for about two years at this time. She was only in her early twenties and still lived with relatives a few miles away from my apartment. My best friend from college and I were both in graduate school in nearby cities. He would often come up on weekends, for an afternoon of football or drinking, dinner, and maybe sleep on the couch. When he was between girlfriends, he would be there every other weekend. He, she, and I were very close. The three of us spent a lot of time together. She mentioned to me one day that she was interested in possibly going to bed with him, if I wouldn't be upset. She thought he was pretty sexy, and we were all very familiar, and she wanted to try another man. Far from being upset, I approved wholeheartedly. She enjoys sex a great deal and expresses it loudly. I looked forward eagerly to seeing a new person turn her on, to watching another man explore her body and her desires, to watching her discover new excitement and pleasure with a new person. He and I certainly thought she was very sexy. She was cute, though not a beauty queen, but she had a terrific figure, medium height, thin, tight, tight hips and tight ass, slinky. And she just exuded sex when she wanted to. Late the next spring, he came up for another weekend. There was a big party at the college that we all went to. She and I pooped out and left the party first, went back to the apartment to sleep. He said he'd be along later when the beer was gone. An hour or so later, the doorbell rang. She got up to let him in, put on one of my shirts to cover herself. I guess I fell asleep again for a few minutes, woke up to find that she hadn't come back to bed. There were no lights on, and I didn't hear voices, so I wondered where they were. I got to the end of the hall and I could see them, just inside the front door, standing there kissing. They were kissing deeply, tongues busy, her arms were around his neck, one of his hands on her back. His other hand was between them, under the tail of the shirt, cupping her crotch. He was fingering her hard and deep. Her hips were rolling and pushing into his hand. She was moaning as they kissed. This was real, urgent sex, just standing up and using only a few appendages. He noticed me standing there, my hand on my dick, whispered something into her ear. She turned around to see me, took his hand and led him to the bedroom. She had not buttoned the shirt to answer the door, so it slipped off easily to a puddle on the floor. He stripped off his clothes quickly, and lay down with her. They continued kissing. He played with her breasts hanging over his chest. She threw a leg over him, knelt over his hips, took his erect cock in her hand, and pushed back onto it. She impaled herself totally on his cock, which was a good deal longer than mine, She cried out as it opened up her insides deeper than usual. She pumped up and down on his cock fast and hard. She whimpered with every stroke, her cries getting louder, higher, and more insistent for four or five minutes until he came. She came a little, too. Finally, she collapsed on his chest. He continued thrusting his length into her, pulling it almost out, pushing back in. I watched fascinated as the lips of her cunt stretched out when he withdrew, grasping the rod of flesh tightly, then were pushed back into her hole when he stroked back into her. Each stroke was five or six inches in and out. I wondered what it must feel like to have that much meat pushing into one's body, pumping in and out. Eventually he softened and pulled out. A large dollop of his come fell out of her pussy onto him. He rolled her off to the side and got up. As was his style, he got up, showered, and left. This was the last time we three got together. I'm not sure why, but I think that we all realized that there was no affection here, just lust, just fucking with no love. He was less and less involved in the sex each time, until finally he just used her as a receptacle for a quickie, a place to have an orgasm. I loved her, he didn't, and we could all see the difference. He never paid any attention to her pleasure, never helped her come. She was marvelously multi-orgasmic, but he never saw that because he never contributed to it. No wonder she lost interest, too. He, She, and I Ch. 05 Part 5: Just Play (MMF, true) Introduction: My girlfriend back in the seventies was a real pistol, a slim, attractive, young lady willing to experiment with sex and have fun with it. We had been together for about two years at this time. She was only in her early twenties and still lived with relatives a few miles away from my apartment. My best friend from college and I were both in graduate school in nearby cities. He would often come up on weekends, for an afternoon of football or drinking, dinner, and maybe sleep on the couch. When he was between girlfriends, he would be there every other weekend. He, she, and I were very close. The three of us spent a lot of time together. She mentioned to me one day that she was interested in possibly going to bed with him, if I wouldn't be upset. She thought he was pretty sexy, and we were all very familiar, and she wanted to try another man. Far from being upset, I approved wholeheartedly. She enjoys sex a great deal and expresses it loudly. I looked forward eagerly to seeing a new person turn her on, to watching another man explore her body and her desires, to watching her discover new excitement and pleasure with a new person. He and I certainly thought she was very sexy. She was cute, though not a beauty queen, but she had a terrific figure, medium height, thin, tight, tight hips and tight ass, slinky. And she just exuded sex when she wanted to. About a year later, he came to stay the weekend again, this time accompanied by his girlfriend. This girlfriend knew nothing of our menage a trois, just that he and I were old and close friends. We disassembled the bed and gave them the mattress in the other bedroom of the apartment. The girlfriend used the bathroom first to prepare for bed and retired to their room. Then he went into the john, which was directly between the two bedrooms. I had a great idea. She could share the bathroom with him. After all, they were only brushing teeth and washing faces, right? I had her put on her see-through short nylon gown with just bikini panties under it. I insisted that she go into the bathroom with him, and that neither of them was to leave there until she had had some part of his body inside her body. If she could fuck him in there, great. If she could get him to eat her, which he had never done before, even better. But she had at least to get finger fucked before she could come out or let him go. She thought this was a little silly, but also a little hot, and in she went, ostensibly to brush her teeth. They were very careful to make no noise, lest the girlfriend hear something and investigate. After a long ten minutes -- I was practically frantic waiting -- he emerged and went right to his bedroom. She came out a minute later. I was so horny I couldn't stand it. What happened? I had to know. She took off the gown, climbed into bed, and told me. "I played innocent for a while, sharing the space at the sink with him. He noticed right away how transparent this gown is. He stared at my breasts and panties below the filmy gown, but didn't make a move toward me, the chicken. Clearly I would have to make the first move. While he was leaning over the sink, I snuggled up behind him, leaned over to rest on his back. I put my hands on his waist and ran them up his sides. I rested my head on his back, I'm sure that he could feel my breasts on his bare back through the thin gown. He turned around with an are-you-nuts look and I kissed him to keep him from saying anything. He put his arms went around me down at my waist and then down onto my ass. "One of his hands came up between us, under the gown, to feel my breast. He weighed it and teased the nipple. I responded by reaching into his pajama bottoms to fondle his cock, which hardened right away. I couldn't wait for him to respond by himself, so with my other hand, I took his hand from my breast and pushed it down my belly to my panties, to the waistband of those little bikinis. He took the hint. his palm flattened out against my belly, his fingers slid beneath the waistband of the panties and down to feel my fur. He bent his fingers to cup my crotch, so familiar to him from previous encounters. He sawed his fingers back and forth, opened the lips of my pussy. It was already hot and wet waiting for him. I covered his hand with mine outside the panties, applied more pressure to his hand to push it into me. We were kissing all the time. I moaned my approval into his mouth as we kissed. "Finally he bent his longest finger and slid it up into my hole. His finger was so long, it went way up inside. Oh, God, I melted and moaned again into his mouth. I wanted to feel what he was feeling, too. Was I really that hot and wet? I slid my hand on top of his inside my panties, covering his fingers with mine, and then I pushed my second finger, with the long, sharp nail, into me on top of his finger. It was incredible. I could feel it inside me, in my pussy stirring around and pumping, and outside, too, in my fingers, at the same time. So that's what men feel when they finger a woman! We stroked in and out together in my juices. Both of us moaned. I still had my other hand on his cock inside his pajamas. He must have been close to coming. So was I. But neither of us did. "After a minute or two, we broke apart. It was too long, someone would wonder. His cock was hard as steel, I guess that his girlfriend will get a good drilling tonight. I took his middle finger in my mouth and sucked on it. I could taste my own juice on it. He was in a hurry to go. He gathered his towel and his dopp kit, kissed me just a peck, grabbed my boob for one last feel, and left the room. I finished washing, straightened out my robe and panties, and came out. They're still juicy, as you can feel. Did I do okay?" She opened her legs and put my hand on the crotch of her panties. They were as wet and as hot as I had ever felt. I was beside myself. She threw her pussy right at him. She had got him to finger her, and she joined in herself. Mamma mia! What a hot woman! Of course he still hadn't played with her clit, so she hadn't come. That was left for me. We jumped into bed and started in immediately. If they did any noisy screwing that night in the other bedroom, we didn't hear it over our own. He, She, and I Ch. 06 Wife and old friend play in the back seat while I'm driving. Introduction: My girlfriend back in the seventies was a real pistol, a slim, attractive, young lady willing to experiment with sex and have fun with it. We had been together for about two years at this time. She was only in her early twenties and still lived with relatives a few miles away from my apartment. My best friend from college and I were both in graduate school in nearby cities. He would often come up on weekends, for an afternoon of football or drinking, dinner, and maybe sleep on the couch. When he was between girlfriends, he would be there every other weekend. He, she, and I were very close. The three of us spent a lot of time together. She mentioned to me one day that she was interested in possibly going to bed with him, if I wouldn't be upset. She thought he was pretty sexy, and we were all very familiar, and she wanted to try another man. Far from being upset, I approved wholeheartedly. She enjoys sex a great deal and expresses it loudly. I looked forward eagerly to seeing a new person turn her on, to watching another man explore her body and her desires, to watching her discover new excitement and pleasure with a new person. He and I certainly thought she was very sexy. She was cute, though not a beauty queen, but she had a terrific figure, medium height, thin, tight, tight hips and tight ass, slinky. And she just exuded sex when she wanted to. He and I are still good friends, but we live far apart so we don't see each other very often. We had half a dozen threesomes with her in the middle. All great fun. Intense making out. Clothes all over the place. Hands and lips and tongues and dicks everywhere that was fun. Then he got seriously involved with a new girlfriend, and it faded, and we moved apart, she and I in one direction, he and his honey in another. Still hot memories. ------- This chapter is largely fiction. Wish it could have happened this way, but we didn't get very far on this journey. Fast forward fifteen years. Sweetie and I have now been married for ten years and we live in the Northeast. My best friend from college, the third in our little threesome, lives several hundred miles away. He's been married for about twelve years and has a couple kids. With four professional work schedules and kids and all, we don't see each other as often as we'd like. We're still good friends, though. We two couples get together a couple times a year for drinks and dinner and more drinks and hours of gab. This one was around Christmas that year. At the end of the evening, we are driving back from dinner in the city to their house way out in the burbs. Beyond the burbs, in the country. I was the designated driver that night, so I had like one glass of wine. Everyone else was well-lubricated. His wife in fact got completely blitzed at dinner. Must have been those stingers after dinner. After the cocktails before dinner and two bottles of wine with dinner. She really can't walk well; we almost have to carry her back to the car. We put her in the front seat and recline it a bit so she can sleep. She crashes immediately, turns toward the door and begins to snore softly. We belt her in good and tight. She'll sleep now but pay for it tomorrow with many aspirin. My wife and he are in the back seat, but they can use only half of it because the passenger seat is reclined so much. So they are pretty well squeezed together. This is interesting because they know and I know - but his wife doesn't, or at least I don't think she does - that the three of us were, um, intimate back in college days. We played as a threesome a number of times. In fact, the three of us were still getting it on occasionally after he and his now-wife started dating. So the two of them are squeezed together rather tightly in the back seat, tight and cuddling. The old times occur to us all. At one point the conversation lags and I hear a lot of rustling. I look in the mirror to see what's happening. They are kissing. Not just a peck, but deeply, serious tonsil hockey. This goes on for a couple minutes. When I look around later, she's squirming and has one of his hands in hers. Then she's at my ear. "Honey, it's awfully close back here, so I have to sit sort of on him to get comfortable. At the moment, I'm sitting on his lap. Um, and he's been kissing me. A lot." Is she upset about this or is she taunting me? I can't do much about it either way. I'm stuck driving through the cold, dark countryside. Does she want to tease? She knows how much I love to hear her talk about sex. Is this a sex thing again? She already started things by sitting on him, and making out with him. "He's trying to feel me up, honey." But she doesn't sound all that happy about it. I get a glance that she's holding his wrist. Has she just removed his hand from her boob? "Remember the old times, how he felt me up in your old apartment, and how one thing led to another?" Boy, do I remember those days! We had some great times where the three of us all got naked and he and I both "had our way with her." It was not so much making love then as it was good, hard screwing. I'm not proud of it, but hey, we were young and horny then. At first, I recall, she was very enthusiastic, but after the first couple times she was more reluctant to start. Hmm. What could happen here, though? His wife is in the front seat with me, passed out to be sure, but still. . . . I remember how he felt up her breasts right in front of me, and how he groped under her skirt. And she let him. She opened her legs for him. And I wanted her to do that and let him do whatever he wanted. Oh, I remember all right. "Geez, honey, he's feeling me up now," she whispers. "Like then. He's kissing me, deeply. He's holding me and he's grabbing my boobs. What should I do?" I don't know how to answer, or even if I should. She knows that I remember acutely those times when the two of us men made love to her and even the times when we just used her for sex. She won't take my silence for an answer. "He's trying to put his hands on me, like back then. He wants to play with my body all over." Pause. "Do you . . . do you want him to play with my body? Do you want me to *let* him play with my body?" More rustling and sighing. "He's already starting. He's holding me tight. When I lean forward to talk to you, he's cupping both my breasts. I keep moving his hands but he keeps coming back, grabbing me." That's how it starts. Those intimate moments are among my fondest and most erection-inducing memories. I would love to repeat them. She played with other guys a lot before we were married - and even some after, at least the ones that I know about and she told me about. I certainly don't want to stop her here from creating another one of our great erotic memories. "Honey, I'm really being molested back here. This could get serious. He really is feeling me. And I think he's hard. When I move forward like this, I can feel my crotch rub over his." Am I hearing this right? She's sitting on his lap, and he's holding her breasts, and she can feel his hard-on. Sure sounds like the beginning of something serious. Does she want to continue or not? I ask, "Is he bothering you? Do you want me to stop him?" She pauses a while. "Is it bad-molested or good-molested? If you don't like it, you can stop him." A lot of rustling, changing positions I think. I glance in the mirror and see more kissing. Serious, deep kissing. After a while, she leans forward again toward me. She tickles my neck with her fingernails while whispering dirty thoughts in my ear. Always a starter. "Now I'm sitting on his knee so I can talk to you. Just one knee. That knee is between my legs. I'm resting all my weight on it and it's pushing on my goodies. It's like a hobby horse with a really narrow saddle. I can feel it rubbing when I lean forward to talk to you. My goodies are very sensitive." A little breathing and moaning. "He's holding my boobs and pulling me back to him. Mmm. Are we going to stop him? He really wants to feel me up." *I* don't want to stop it - I'm thinking with the little head again, I can imagine what's happening right now, and I can fantasize about what might happen if he and she continue - I even want to encourage it. "If you're enjoying it, let him touch you. Let him feel you up." "What? Let . . . let him feel me? He won't stop with just second base. Do you want to let him put his hands on me, feel me . . . any way he wants?" "You're a big girl, not some innocent teeny bopper. He's done it before and you let him." Shrug. "That was different. We were single, and not all that serious. Now we're married, and so's he. I'm your *wife*. You want your wife to play sex with your friend? Your friend to feel up your *wife*?" "Consenting adults, sweetie. I love you, I love my wife, madly, you know that. Nothing will change that. Whatever pleases her is okay. Whatever you want to do." "But what if he wants to go further? What if he wants to get under my skirt? Or under my clothes? You know, third base? He's been there before." "Geez, babe, what do you want me to do about it? I'm driving, trying not to kill us all. You're the one who knows how far you want to go." "So if he wants to get into my pants, I should just let him? He's already grabbing me. I don't think he'll stop." "I can't really do much about it while I'm driving, can I? I'll just be sorry that I can't see what's going on." "Oooh, right, I want you to concentrate on driving not on watching what's going on back here." Uh-oh, sarcasm. She sounds more than a little cool. "Do you want this? Do you want him all over me?" Silence for a minute. "Are you okay with him feeling up your wife?" More silence. "I know you like the idea of me and another man. But are you okay with this, when you're really not involved?" I nod that I am. "Do whatever you want. If you want to stop him, stop him. If you don't, don't. Unless you want me to pull over and say something, tell him to lay off you, or slug him or something, I can't really be involved, can I?" A lot of rustling behind me. A little moaning. "I can't stop him. He's really insistent." He pulls her back to him, kisses her hard. I glimpse his hand between them, probably wandering up her chest. She comes up for air. "How's this? I don't think I can fight him off for an hour. I'll let him go ahead and I'll tell you what's happening. How's that, a running commentary?" Better than nothing, I think. Again, I said nothing. She takes this as assent. "Okay. He's going to molest me. I won't stop him. He'll run his hands all over my body if he has his way. I'm going to turn around to kiss him now, and he'll probably reach up to grab my boobs again." She is quiet. I look in the mirror again. They are kissing more. She twists back to meet him. He holds her tightly and kisses her deeply. Oh, god, she's really serious. She's sitting there not so innocently on his lap. I can imagine how his leg is pressing hard up into her crotch. "Oh, honey, he's feeling my boobs. He's holding both of them, kneading them." They kiss more. I can hear her moaning a little. "Mmmm . . . mmmm. He's holding your wife's breasts in his hands, you know, cupping and pinching them and driving me crazy." Well, I asked for it. I didn't stop my wife from being manhandled, and now another man is really handling her. And I can tell from her voice that she's ambivalent about it. On the one hand, she's upset about being groped by some man who sees her as just a sex object; on the other hand, she's enjoying being played with as a sex object. And that turns her on. And she feels guilty about it. All at the same time. She's taunting me with his actions and with the pleasure she is getting from them. He's not a stranger, of course; he's an old friend. And more than just a friend. Long ago, she cuckolded me with him, right in front of me. He kissed her and felt her all over, and took off her clothes and lay between her legs. For her part, she let him feel her and seduce her; she took him into her body, into her sex, and drew his seed from him. I didn't mind; I loved it. "Cuckolded" is way too strong a word for the experience. I shared her willingly, eagerly. We both enjoyed it immensely. A lot more than once, too. And we weren't married at the time, anyway. Now, we're married, a permanent, happy, more or less faithful couple, and here she is playing with sex with that man again. I am extremely turned on by the situation. (Concentrate, concentrate, don't wreck the car! Watch the road, not the mirror!) I think she's turned on, too, despite her nervousness and little protests. "When I leaned forward just now, he pulled my skirt all the way up so I'm not sitting on it anymore. I'm completely uncovered. He's stripping your wife!" My dick is hard and long and cramped in my pants, I have to shift it around a lot to get comfortable. She can see me moving things around in my crotch. "Is this making you horny, honey, that he's playing with my body? He has a hand on my thigh now. He's feeling my leg under my dress." She asks him, "You like that? You like the feel of cool stockings on a woman's thigh, don't you? So does my husband." He answers her but I can't understand it. Through the road noise and soft whispers, I can hear only snippets of their conversation, but some of the snippets are intriguing. "How far is this going to go?" she asks him. "We can't do much here, I mean, your wife is right there, a couple feet away." "Don't worry, she's passed out for the night. She sleeps like the dead when she drinks like that. Unless we hit a tree, she won't wake up." To me: "Honey, try not to hit a tree. We need the privacy." He asks, "Move over a little, Put your other leg over here." I hear a lot of rustling while she shifts over. "Oh, now he's opened me up. My legs are over both of his. Honey, I'm spread wide open sitting on his lap. You like that? I'm straddling him. That leaves my thighs wide open for him to reach in. He's molesting your wife. He will feel me right up my legs to my core. I can't stop him now. Do you want me to stop him, or do you want him to feel your wife's sex?" Gulp. "Um, okay, go ahead, do whatever you want to do. Whatever feels right. Whatever feels good." How could I say otherwise? I want her to get felt up. I want him to play with her sex. "If you feel good, go ahead." A minute later, "Oh, god, his hand is way up my thigh. There, he's cupping my sex, his hand is cupping my crotch, pushing hard into it. I can feel his fingers pushing my lips apart. Which is easy with my legs spread wide now. My slit is wide open. The lips are open for him to feel." She's scratching my neck again, which gives me goose bumps on top of my uncomfortable erection. "Your wife has spread her legs so that this strange man can feel her pussy. He's rubbing up and down in between my pussy lips. He's pushing the fabric of my panties into my open hole. It feels rough on my clit. That's wonderful, oh oh." Some rustling, some mumbling. "Ooh, he's reaching inside my pantyhose. Ouch. It's too hard to reach, they're tight the way I'm sitting. The waist is too tight." To him: "No, get outta there. Cut it out! No, I can't take them off. It's too cold, it's the middle of friggin' winter! You want your wife to notice that I don't have any stockings on and become suspicious?" Mumble, grumble. "Did you ever tell her about us?" Mumble. "What do you mean, 'What about us?' *Us* is that we had sex, you and I. Lots of it. You fucked me a bunch of times. It was only occasionally, sure, but you fucked me good and hard, a bunch of times, a lot, like every time we got together for months. You both fucked me silly, my dear horny husband and his sexy friend." "Shh! Shh!" Mumble, mumble. I guess it would be bad if his wife heard this conversation, even subliminally. "Sure, I wanted it, too, but I wasn't a slut about it or anything, just the willing fuckee for my guy's best friend. Even when I didn't want it, you two just tore my clothes off and fucked me one after the other. Hard dicks just wanted a place to unload, and I was it." He pulls her back and kisses her hard just to shut her up. I remember. We had fun, sure, but I have to admit that maybe we didn't treat her quite well enough. Well, this is her time now, her show. She should have whatever fun she wants. "Sweetie, you going to let him continue? You want him to feel you, don't you? Remember those old days." "Oh, god, that was fun. Yeah, even when I didn't really want it, it was fun." Then whispering in my ear, "And I'm so drunk and horny now, I want someone to feel me. Fondle me, hold me." She leans back. "Okay," To him, "Make a hole in my pantyhose. And then you owe me thirty bucks, buster." Giggle. "Yes, right there. Yes, right over the goodies. Right where you want to feel." Rustling. "Oh, I can feel the cold. Got your hand on my panties? Are they hot and wet? They sure feel it to me. Oh, now pull them to the side. Feel my button, wet it. Mmmm." A sharp gasp. "Oh! He's in me! His finger is in me, drilling up into me." She hisses in my ear. Her fingernails dig into my shoulder. "Oh! Now two!" she squeals. "You hear that, honey, the wet sliding and sucking sound? That's my wet va-gi-naaa. He's fucking me with his fingers! He's finger fucking your wife right next to you, just a couple feet away! He's fucking your wife right next to her husband! Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" I think she came right then. Maybe his technique has improved over the years. I can't see that much in the rear view mirror. When headlights of other cars pass, I get glimpses of her legs all the way to the top. Her skirt is up around her waist. His hand covers her crotch, reaching deep into her as she has said. Then he pulls his hand out. "Lift up for a moment so I can unzip." "Oh, god, honey, he's going to take it out! He wants to pull his cock out so he can use it on me!" She hisses in my ear, "He wants to fuck me! Right here!" Breathing, gasping. "Are you okay with this? Do you want him to fuck me? If you don't stop him, he's going to fuck your wife, here, now." She pauses. "He wants to fuck me right in front of my husband! And his wife, too!" She pulls hard on the seat back to put her lips to my ear. In an urgent whisper, "Do you want this? Are you going to let him have me? You *want* him to have me? You want me to let him inside me?" More moaning, groaning. "We weren't married in the old days, honey. It's different now, he wants to fuck me where my husband can see and hear my cunt being drilled by another man. Do you want that? Yeah, he's done it before. But that was long ago. Do you want me to be his sex toy again?" I think for a minute. Why am I thinking for a minute? I don't have to think for a second. Of course I want her to do this. Yes, I want to hear her being drilled. Right now. She doesn't talk like that, doesn't use those words unless she is turned on close to out of control. "Sweetie, do you want to do it? If my wife is hot to get laid, then I want her to enjoy that. I want to hear every detail, every moan and sigh of her pleasure." "Honey, this is serious. If we don't stop right now, he's going to stick his dick me. You want him to fuck me? Another man will fuck your wife!" I managed to croak out, "Yes." My dick throbbed. If I touched it, it would go off. "Tell me. Tell me what you want. Tell me you want him to have me. You want him have me? You want me to *let* him? Tell me. And tell him, too. I want to hear my husband tell my lover to fuck me." No turning back now. Check to see that his wife is still unconscious and snoring soundly. My loving wife wants this. I want this. I want her to enjoy this. "Yes, sweetie, I want you to spread your legs for this man. Take his cock inside you and fuck it." She moans with pleasure. I assume he is still reaming her vagina. "I want my wife to spread her legs and get fucked!" He, She, and I Ch. 06 "And you, my friend - yes, you, turkey. Fuck her. Fuck my wife. She wants you to fuck her, and I want you to do it. Spread her open with your cock. Put it in her delicious pussy and stir it around. She'll love it. Fuck her until she screams with pleasure. Come in her and fill her insides! Like the old days!" He doesn't need instructions, I'm sure. I embellish it for her ears. Zipper. Much rustling. She must be moving a lot because she's pulling on my seat and my shoulder. "Okay, boy, put it in me." Back to me, "I'm lifting up and taking his cock in my hand." "Help me aim it, baby, that's it." She groans and sighs, "Oh, I can feel it on my inner lips. Mmfh, mmfh, the head is spreading my lips. Oh! Oh, the head is inside me. I'm sitting down onto it. The shaft is so long and hard. It's longer than yours, honey. But skinny, remember? Oh, it's all the way in now. Deeper than I have felt for years. That hurts, that hurts . . . but it hurts good. Push into the depths of my pussy! I can lift up and push down." To him: "Give me a hand. Help me lift up so I can pump it." I feel her rhythm. She's holding onto the driver's seat, pulling on it. She pulls up, she sits down. She lifts her pussy up to slide his cock partway out of her sex, then relaxes down and his cock pushes back all the way into her. "Yes, that's it," she whispers. "I want to feel it sliding out and in. Back into my hot hole. Oh, oh oh oh, lover, give it to me. After two or three minutes, "Honey, he's going to fill your wife's cunt with his cum, now now now, that's it." Louder whisper, urgent, pleading. "Baby, fuck me fuck me! Give it to me! Come in me, come inside me! Fuck me hard! Fill me up! Fill my cunt with your cum, I want your cum. Slowly, slowly, in, out, in, out, in deep deep deep, out, in. Give me that hot cock!" He groans loudly as he comes. She squeals with delight. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, god, I feel it pumping into me! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Then quiet, a little rustling. "Oh, god, it's hot. I feel cum squishing out of me." "Keep that cork in there, boy." "Honey, give me some Kleenex." "Here. Save some of that for me, sweetie, I want to feel your slick, cummy insides." "Okay, pull my panties over, that's it. The gusset and the hose will catch most of it. Put that thing away now." "Give me a hand, my hips and legs hurt from that position." She moves off him to the side. A few minutes later, "Honey, he wants me to sit on his hand, so he can feel my cummy insides, too. I want to keep his fingers in me for as long as I can." A break for more kissing. "He's going to keep his hand on your wife's crotch, and his fingers inside your wife's cunt, all the way home. Does my husband want me to keep this strange man's fingers in me? Oh, god, that feels good. Yes, just flick them around a little, slowly. Mmmm, no, slower. Yes, like that." We ride through the dark like that, she sitting on his one hand, his other caressing her boobs. She fondles his crotch. He slides his fingers around in her soggy insides filled with his spooge. . . . We eventually get to their house. It really is out in the country, but they like it that way. We again have to almost carry his wife into the house and up to their bedroom. He puts her to bed. They still have an old baby monitor, though the kids are pre-teens now (and off at grandma's house). He cleverly sets up the baby monitor so he can hear if she is okay, sleeping peacefully. We can hear her breathing heavily and snoring a little. I avail myself of the facilities and stop in the kitchen to get a glass of water. By the time I get back to the living room, they're at it again. Still standing, they are kissing passionately and holding tight. He runs his hand over her ass and legs, then goes under and lifts her skirt to feel her crotch again. She moves her stance, opens her legs wide to give him access to touch her sex. "Feel how slippery I am." I can see him groping to move her panties out of the way and penetrates her eager love hole with his fingers again. She opens farther and pushes her hips down to get the intruding digits deeper in. He walks her a couple steps back against the couch. Lowers her down onto the cushions and lies on top of her, between her legs, which are wide open to welcome him. Her skirt is up around her waist. I can see the hole ripped in her pantyhose and her panties pulled over to the side. Her delicious, wet, slippery lips glisten in the light. He kneels up just long enough to loosen his pants down to his knees. His cock stands out aiming at her. She looks over at me, into my eyes, as he lies down on top of her and pushes himself into her again. She wraps her arms around his chest. I can see her lips form the words as she whispers to him, "Fuck me." She swoons, moans, closes her eyes for a few seconds to savor the sensation of being filled with cock before he starts moving. He's not forcing himself on her; she is quite willing. There were few words this time, no discussion, no asking, no permission, nothing like that. She just opened her legs and he shoved his dick into her. She looks at me, her eyes are filled with lust and not with defiance. She's not crazy with urgency now. Just an expression of, "Mmm, this is fun, I like this, let's do this, keep going, give me some pleasure." She looks in to my eyes while she pulls his ass to her, to get him all the way into her pussy, and she mouths silently to me, "I love you." She looks at him and then at me while he's pumping in and out of her pussy. She raises her legs to wrap around his hips, pumps her hips up to his to match his rhythm, to push his long, thin member deeper into her on every stroke. She looks at me intensely like, "Watch me. Watch me fuck this man. I love this. I love feeling his dick sliding into me. Watch me pull him into me. Watch him shove his dick in me and fill me with his juices!" When he comes in her again, her arms and legs are wrapped tightly around him, and she's pulling his hips to hers. And she is looking over at me and miming a kiss to me while he is squirting into her hot sex. He gets off her, but she stays there on the couch, spread wide open, one leg up over the back and the other foot on the floor. I can see the cum seeping out of her pussy. I have to have that pussy right now. I take my pants off and dive between her legs. I reach a couple fingers into her, pull out some of that cum and wipe it on her stockings, thighs. She pulls my hard-on into her and we enjoy each other for several minutes. I cannot believe the silky slickness of her pussy sleeve, it feels thrillingly hot and wet and wonderful as it grips my member. I am so hot from their activity in the car for most of an hour, listening to her dirty play by play commentary on his groping her body outside and inside, on his penetrating her sex and fucking her silly. Two loads of come make it incredibly silky and sensuous. My dick is about to explode, I cannot hold out for long. She pulls me hard into her as I come and come and come in her hot hole, filling her belly with great gobs of my seed to mix with what is already inside her. Good thing we can still hear his wife sleeping noisily on the monitor. What a mess if she had got up and come out to discover this activity. Even through her drunken haze, the scene would have been way out of bounds. We all rearrange our clothes to a degree of normalcy and go into the kitchen for coffee. She and I still have a long ride to the hotel, need to stoke up on caffeine. . . . In the months since then, she has made a point of retelling her side of the incident to me. How he molested her. She tried to resist. "He was feeling up your wife. He kissed me. He French kissed me, he opened my mouth with his tongue. He groped my breasts." How he grabbed her. How I encouraged her. She opened up for him. "You told your wife to spread her legs for this other man. I did. I opened my thighs so he could feel my sex. He went up under my skirt to get to me." How he fondled her. He ripped her clothes. "He felt my crotch. He cupped my pussy. You wanted your wife to open her legs for him. You wanted him to get into me. He did. He finger fucked me. Hard. A lot. Delicious. He put his fingers deep inside my hot pussy. I came on his hand." How he penetrated her. How I told him to fuck her. She sat on his cock. "You told your friend to fuck your wife. In front of you. You told your wife that you wanted her to get fucked. She opened her cunt to him. Oh, god, I was so hot. I pulled out his cock and sat down on it, slid his entire length into me, and loved it." How he fucked her, with her husband and his wife three feet away. He came in her. "I could see his wife right there. And I talked to my husband while I was pumping up and down on his friend's cock. I wanted him to come in me. I wanted your wife's pussy to drip with his seed. Like the old days." After that, he finger fucked her cummy pussy all the way home. "I sat on his hand, and he swirled his fingers in my dripping pussy. For minutes and minutes. I loved it even more." And we both fucked her and came in her right there in his living room. "You looked right in my eyes as I spread my legs again for him. You saw the lust in your wife's eyes while he pumped his cock into me again." And she took his cum again. "I pulled him hard into me, deep, pumped my hips to meet his, so he could hit bottom deep in my pussy. I told you that I love you and he shot his sperm into me. He came in your wife again, and again, and again. And then you took his place, and finally my husband fucked me, too." She tells me this, in detail, with passion. While we are coupled, while we are entwined, sliding, pumping, making love, mad with lust. It turns me on incredibly, and she knows it. It turns us both on to remember it, and we both love it.