2 comments/ 37425 views/ 0 favorites Anniversary Party By: medjay It was about six that evening when I finally got home from work. I was tired and aggravated by the rush hour traffic coming home from the museum and I couldn't wait to get inside the house, kick off my high heels and maybe unwind with a bottle of beer. The first thing I noticed when I came through the front door was the smell of fish cooking. As I dropped my purse to the floor and removed my jacket, my husband Kamal emerged from the kitchen grinning and wiping his hands with the dishrag. "Hey, babe!" He came up to me and took my jacket out of my hands and hung it up in the closet for me. He then picked my purse up from the floor and hung it up also. "What's going on?" I asked, nervously. Kamal tended to chivalrous but hanging up my coat and purse was a bit beyond his usual peck on the cheek. "Special occasion, Kia. Don't tell me you forgot." My mind drew a blank. What kind of special occasion was he talking about? Something to do with his music? Was company coming? He read the confusion in my eyes and said, "Anniversary." It took me a second then I realized. Kamal and I didn't celebrate our actual anniversary for another four and a half months. He was talking about the new addition to our household. Angela. "But," I began. "It's only been six months. . . ." "Six month anniversary. I thought it would be nice. Kind of a surprise. For both of you." "Where's Angela?" I asked, looking around. "Out on a photo shoot. She'll be back soon. You should go change. Put on something nice. I'm cooking trout with stuffing and stir fried vegetables. There's wine too. We'll have a nice time." I nodded. Kamal smiled, kissed me on the corner of my mouth and went back into the kitchen. I climbed the stairs and went into the master bedroom. I paused when I saw that the bed had been made and the sheets changed. I took my shoes off and placed them in the closet with the rest of my assortment then went into the bathroom to start the shower. As I removed my blouse and then my skirt I thought about the unusual turns my marriage had been through the past year. Kamal and I had been married for almost six years now. Angela had moved in six months ago. Technically, she and Kamal weren't married so he wasn't a bigamist, but he still referred to her as his "wife". My parents and most of my friends thought that I'd completely lost my mind, allowing Kamal to move another woman into the house that we shared. What they didn't understand was that, when all was said and done, this arrangement had pretty much been my idea. When I'd met Kamal several years ago, I'd fallen in love with him easily and fully. Our courtship had been a dizzying ride of romantic outings, unbelievably intense conversation and mind-blowing sex. After spending my early twenties messing around with an unending parade of losers, mama's boys, wannabe ballers, and artsy-fartsy layabouts, I'd finally found a man who was sweet, intelligent, had money, and was a damned good lay. I was hooked. After a year of wooing, Kamal proposed to me and I accepted. It was perfect. I loved him and he loved me. The only problem, I soon found out, was that Kamal had a lot more love to go around. The first time he cheated on me he cried and begged and I forgave him. The same for the second time. And the third. My girlfriends urged me to leave him but I couldn't. I've never been a jealous type and I figured that all men would cheat if given the chance and at least Kamal was always honest with me. Kamal was a musician and spent the majority of his time in the studio he'd built in our basement. Occasionally, he was hired to go on the road as a freelance bassist, leaving me alone at the house for several weeks. It was during one of these tours that he'd called me from the hotel room and said that he missed me so much he'd had to sleep with a waitress he'd met at a club just to keep his mind off the anguish of being away from me. In his own bizarre way, this was Kamal showing his sweet and tender side. I'd screamed at him over the phone and threatened to divorce him if he screwed up one more time. He'd promised to never stray again. Then he met Angela. I stepped into the shower, standing under the hot water and wetting my hair. I squeezed some eucalyptus soap onto my sponge and began to lather up my arms and breasts. I enjoyed the strong, natural smell of the soap and breathed in deeply as I worked the sponge down my stomach and around my pubic hairs. I scrubbed my legs and back and rinsed off before squirting more soap into my hair. I lathered up, rinsed, lathered up, rinsed again and conditioned. By the time I was done, the bathroom was thick with steam and smelling strongly of eucalyptus. I toweled off, blow dried my hair and went back into the bedroom to choose something to wear. Maybe something that would outdo one of Angela's snazzy outfits. This was a strange feeling because, typically there was no competition between the two of us. The fact of the matter was, I liked Angela. She and Kamal had met on the set of a PBS music special. Kamal was the backup bass player for an acid jazz band. Angela was one of the station's freelance make-up artists. Of course they'd hit it off and went out on a date. Kamal told Angela he was married. This unnerved her at first but she was drawn to Kamal and went against her better judgment and continued to see him. Kamal told me he had a girlfriend and apologized. I decided to act aloof and pretend I just didn't care anymore, losing myself in my curator's job at the downtown art museum. Months went by. Finally Kamal told me he loved Angela and wanted to be with her. I asked him if he wanted a divorce. He said no, he still loved me as much as he did on our wedding day. I told him to choose. He couldn't. Then he went on a two month tour in Japan. Angela called me. She wanted to talk and I accepted. We met at a coffee shop downtown. There was no Rikki Lake-esque whooping and hollering about "he's my man!" or "you trifling bitch!"; just a quiet conversation in which Angela confessed that she was deeply in love with Kamal but mortified by the idea of doing anything to hurt me. She offered to walk away but I knew Kamal and she'd never be able to detach herself from him. We agreed to wait until he returned and iron everything out once and for all. In the meantime, Angela and I continued to talk and eventually became friends. By the time Kamal returned from his tour I'd come up with the ultimate solution. Angela moved in with us that May and became Kamal's second "wife". I kept my husband, she gained a husband and we all lived together rather peacefully. Kamal continued with his music, I worked long hours at the museum and Angela, who had more free time, took care of all the housework. And Kamal hadn't so much as looked at another woman since. I stood naked in the master bedroom and glanced again at the freshly made bed. I had a pretty good idea what Kamal had in mind for tonight's celebration and the thought of it made me slightly nervous. Contrary to popular belief, there were no hot menage-a-trois happening under our roof. After the newlywed stage of our marriage, the sex between Kamal and I slacked off considerably largely due to our work obligations. When Angela moved in she took the guest bedroom and only made love to Kamal occasionally. In fact, unless someone was having sex, I slept alone in the master bedroom, Angela slept in the guest bed and Kamal slept on the futon in his recording studio. We were more like roommates who crossed paths in the kitchen and watched TV together. Sometimes the three of us would do things like go bowling or to the movies or out to dinner. Kamal tried his hardest to be attentive to both of us but never had all three of us gone to bed together. Whenever Kamal and Angela retired to the guest bedroom, I would go downstairs and turn the TV up real loud so I wouldn't have to hear it. The idea of a threesome had of course come up but Kamal had joked that pleasuring one woman was enough work. There had been times, however, when I'd noticed Angela giving me some odd looks out of the corner of her eye and a there had been a couple of times when I'd caught her stealing glances at my breasts. One evening a couple of months ago I'd been sitting on a stool in the kitchen, letting Angela use me as a guinea pig to practice some new make-up techniques she'd been studying. "You have really beautiful skin," she was saying, brushing my face with foundation. "Pretty red-bone sister." "I wish I had skin like yours," I confessed. "And hair." Angela was dark, ebony; and wore a huge, gorgeous afro. Both my parents were very brown-skinned but I'd popped out looking so bright my father admitted to initially suspecting my mother of cheating on him. My hair was perpetually frizzy and I usually wore it pulled back in a corporate-looking bun. Angela leaned in closer as she continued to apply the foundation, resting her hand on my thigh. I could smell her breath. Peppermint. She paused her brush strokes and just stared at me, her face six inches from mine. Slowly, she slid out her tongue and wet her full, attractive lips. I froze, eyes wide, like a deer in headlights as Angela bent forward and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue pushed past my teeth, flicking across my own, as her hand tightened on my thigh. She very gently touched the fingers of her other hand against the swell of my left breast, the brush still clutched in the web between her thumb and index finger. I still couldn't move. She sighed faintly and tried to push her tongue deeper into my mouth. I drew back suddenly, breaking the connection and pushing her hands away. "I'm sorry, I. . . ." Angela shushed me and grabbed me lightly by the chin, resuming the make-up application. "Don't be sorry," she said. "I just wanted to kiss you. I know I probably shouldn't have but . . ." She trailed off and continued her work acting as if nothing had happened but the look in her eyes showed nothing resembling regret. Actually, they looked mischievous. Since that day she hadn't done anything as severe but I still got the looks. She seemed to be testing me. Angela had yet to come out and admit to being a bisexual and I considered myself to be far from it. Yeah, I had "experimented" in college but still held fast to the notion that since I'd only let a couple of girls go down on me and had never mustered the nerve actually place my tongue anywhere near another woman's vagina, I was, in fact, still a card carrying heterosexual. After going through my closet three times, I decided on an emerald green mini dress and my favorite pair of clogs. I caught a faint whiff of the fish cooking downstairs and realized just how hungry I was. I checked myself out in the full length mirror, was satisfied with what I saw and hurried downstairs to the dining room. Kamal had also taken time to change and was wearing olive Dockers and a gray polo shirt. He typically wore jeans and sweatshirts all the time and this was actually his idea of dressing up. "Mmmmm," he said, hugging me to him and kissing my neck. "You look nice." "And you look presentable," I cracked, grinning at him. "I'm going to finish up in the kitchen. Why don't you set the table, hon?" He disappeared through the swinging door and I began to set three places at the table. As I was placing the wine glasses, I heard the front door open. "She's here," I called into the kitchen, then I yelled, "Angela? Come into the dining room." As Angela came into the room, Kamal entered carrying a large tray with three stuffed trout surrounded by stir fried vegetables. "Surprise!" we both said in unison, as if we'd rehearsed it. "What. . . is all this for?" Angela looked as perplexed as I must have when I'd come in earlier. "Anniversary, sweetheart," Kamal said. "Your six month anniversary." Angela smiled widely and actually seemed to blush, that is, if a person as dark as her could be considered able to blush. She looked pointedly at me. "You two have been planning this?" I shook my head. "This was all Kamal's idea. I just found out half an hour ago." "Fish and veggies," Kamal said. "And wine." "Smells great." Angela went to sit at the table. I checked out her outfit. She wore black high heeled boots, dark corduroy bell-bottomed pants and a tight, plaid, zipper-front sweater over a rhinestone studded baby tee; a vision out of a '70's discotheque. I saw her glance at my emerald dress, her eyes lingering on the way my braless chest pressed against the fabric. Was she wondering if tonight she might actually get past the dress and be able to touch me the way she'd been wanting to? Would I let her? Kamal, cheerful as ever, dished out our food, pulled the cork on the red wine and poured us all a generous glassful. After a preliminary toast, ("To our first two-quarter anniversary") we settled down to eat. The food was good and the conversation was free and easy. It always was. Angela talked about the photo shoot she'd been at that day, prettying up half naked models posing for a beer calendar. Kamal told us about the contract he'd landed; engineering and remixing the sophomore album of a popular local rap artist. I talked about the upcoming African sculpture exhibit at the museum. We discussed politics, entertainment and even astrology before noticing that the food was all gone and we were all quite tipsy. "Ladies," Kamal said, getting to his feet somewhat ungracefully. "I say we ought to move the festivities to the living room. I've got something else planned." He grinned roguishly and it occurred to me that I maybe should have been concerned about his latest "plan" but I was giggly off the wine and feeling loose and sexy in my dress. I found myself flashing my cleavage at both of them, trying to tease. Kamal motioned for us to sit on the leather sofa as he went to the stereo and put on some Mingus. "Be right back," he said and went downstairs to his basement studio. I watched Angela unzip her boots and kick them off. Her feet were beautiful; smooth and excellently shaped with brown polish on the nails. A few moments later, Kamal came back up from the basement carrying a large wooden box which he placed on the coffee table. "What's that?" I asked. "Just something I picked up on my travels. I've just been waiting for the right time to use it." Kamal opened the box and revealed an exquisitely crafted purple glass hookah pipe. He pulled it out of the box and set it in the center of the table. It had four hoses and sported an intricate design around the base. "What are we supposed to smoke out of that? Opium?" Angela crossed her legs and stared up at him. "What the hell have you been getting yourself into on these tours?" "Not opium, dear." Kamal reached into the bottom of the box and pulled out a small package wrapped in aluminum foil. "Hashish." I stood up. "I think I need some more wine." I shuffled past and back into the kitchen as Kamal sat down to prepare the hookah. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the last bottle of wine, looking around for the corkscrew. I had butterflies in my stomach. This evening was going in all kinds of unexpected directions. First an anniversary party for Angela and then illicit drugs from some kind of contraption I'd never seen before! Finally, I got the bottle open grabbed a glass and went back into the living room. Kamal had the pipe going and was taking his first pull. I sat down next to him and poured some wine into the glass. "Go ahead, try it." He offered us both our own tubes from which to smoke. Angela leaned forward and took a deep pull. I was scared. Drugs weren't my thing. Never had been. I hesitated until Kamal took the hose and placed it in my hand. I looked at him and he nodded at me, encouraging. I placed the tip of the hose to my lips and sucked on it, inhaling the pungent smoke. I held it for several seconds before blowing it out. Kamal and Angela continued to puff. I sipped my drink and closed my eyes. Time went by; seconds, minutes; I have no idea. Then, I felt a hand on my bare knee. I opened my eyes. Kamal was rubbing my leg, his eyes roaming across my body lasciviously. "Honey," he breathed. "Hmmmm?" "You know I wanted this night to be special." "Special. . . . how?" He continued to rub my leg and the friction was getting me excited. I placed my hand on top of his. "I think it's about time I shared you with Angela." My heart jumped but I stayed cool. I'd been expecting something like this. "Is that was Angela wants?" "Ask her yourself." I looked over his shoulder at her. She was still holding her hose but was staring at me intently. "Do you . . . want that? Me?" She didn't speak, but batted her smoky eyes and gave a barely perceptible grin. Kamal's hand moved further up my thigh and I could feel myself getting wet. He pulled me closer and kissed my neck, fluttering his tongue around my ear the way I liked it. Angela stood up and unzipped her sweater, taking it off and tossing it away. She stood in front of us and began unbuttoning her pants. I stared at her as Kamal continued to lick around my neck, my hand going toward the bulge in his pants. I kneaded his dick through the fabric and took another sip of wine. Angela had undone her pants, revealing the fine, dark hair of her treasure trail, which disappeared under her black thong panties. Slowly she pushed her pants to the floor, revealing her beautiful legs and hips. She stepped out of her pants and kicked them away and took the glass of wine from my hand. She took a sip from it before placing it on the table. She bent over in front of me, placing both her hands on the sides of my face. She kissed first one side of my mouth then the other. I raised one hand and touched her face the same way she was touching mine and then, with a little moan, I plunged my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me back passionately, her tongue snaking out to meet mine. She was an excellent kisser. Just as good as Kamal. I heard Kamal grunt as I tightened my grip on his dick and he pulled away from my neck. Angela let her tongue slide down my chin and I threw my head back as she licked her way down to my cleavage. Kamal had gotten out of his shirt and has hovering above my open mouth. I kissed his large brown lips and ran my hands through the nappy curls of his hair. The long whiskers of his goatee were tickling me and I reached up to scratch them with my nails. Angela's face was buried between my breasts, her tongue creating a large wet area. I began to claw at Kamal's belt buckle. I wanted his dick in my hand. I wanted to stroke it, cup his balls in my palm. Kamal helped me to loosen his belt. Meanwhile, Angela was tugging at shoulder straps of my dress, trying to uncover my nipples. I shrugged the straps off and let them fall. The sensation of the fabric rubbing against my nipples was maddening. I wanted them free. I wanted Angela to suck them. I managed to get Kamal's penis out of his pants started stroking the shaft. I didn't know what to do with my other hand. I wanted to do something for Angela; I felt she was being neglected. But, by now, she'd slid to her knees and all the body parts I wanted to touch were out of reach. I began to play in her afro, twisting her hair around my fingers. Angela had my right nipple in her mouth now, using the tip of her tongue to make slow, wet circles around the aureole, tweaking the left nipple with her thumb. I moaned. Every time her teeth raked across my nipple it sent a sharp stab of pleasure through my entire body. Kamal was on his knees on the couch beside me and was guiding my head toward his penis. The head was glistening and dripping with pre-cum and I exhaled loudly when a hot drop fell onto my shoulder. I opened my mouth wide and took his dick all the way into the back of my throat. Kamal groaned and started moving his hips, working his dick in and out of my mouth. I twirled my tongue around it, being careful not to let my teeth scrape the shaft. My mouth started to water and Kamal's dick became more and more coated with saliva. A thin line of drool dripped off my chin and fell into Angela's hair. Anniversary Party It was two O'clock the morning after our friends twenty fifth wedding anniversary in the bar of our hotel. Most of the guests had gone leaving my 52 year old wife Helen, the hotel manager, who was about our age Mike, a young barmaid Jill who couldn't have been more than 20 years old and two young sons of our some people we didn't really know, Adam and Ben. We had all had a lot to drink when Mike invited us back to his flat for a night cap. I wanted to and was surprised when Helen agreed to continue the party even though it was well after her usual bedtime. She was in the party mood having had plenty to drink. The flat was quite spacious. Mike opened up a small bar in the corner and poured the drinks. A CD was put on Mike and Jill started dancing, Helen in a high mood dragged me into the middle of the room and said. "Come on lazy you're not getting away with not dancing tonight." We danced to a fast tune then a slow tune, Mike had his hands all over Jill when the slow tune played which looked a bit odd with the age difference but Jill wasn't complaining. If Helen noticed she showed no sign. I'd had enough and started walking back to the bar holding Helen's hand, as we approached she said to the two lads. "Who wants a dance?" "I will mrs Harris." Adam said and whisked her back to the middle of the room. Helen was really in the mood and jigged away to a couple of fast numbers. Ben and I had been chatting and drinking when he asked if I minded him having a dance with Helen. I told him to go for it and as the second number ended he swapped places with Adam. This one was slow, again Mike was all over young Jill touching her up and kissing her neck. Ben was not exactly reserved and started squeezing Helen's arse and grinding his crotch into her. Adam saw what was happening and said. "Don't worry about Ben he won't go further than she allows him to." I thought that in her drunken state Helen hadn't realised what Ben was doing until Adam said. "Your mrs is good fun she's really enjoying herself." Helen excused herself to go to the toilet and staggered out of the room. As soon as she left Mike in the lewdest possible manner lifted the back of Jill's skirt with one hand, pulled the back of her panties down with the other and said. "What do you think of this arse lads? Lovely isn't it?" Jill giggled, seemingly enjoying the attention. He turned her around so that she faced us moved behind her, cupped her breasts then pulled the front of her sweater down with one hand and one of her bra cups with the other exposing then rolling one of her nipples between finger and thumb. "And what about these tits?" Jill giggled some more Ben, Adam and probably me were grinning, Adam clapped his hands in applause. When Helen came back into the room Mike let go of Jill, she covered up and adjusted her clothing. Mike turned to Helen and said. "Would you like to dance Helen?" Helen smiled at him mumbled something, put her arms around his neck and they stated swaying to the slow music. Ben walked up to Jill, she put her arms around his neck and they started dancing. Soon Ben was very obviously squeezing one of Jill's tits who didn't object. Each time that Mike faced us over Helen's shoulder he would mime something. The first time he pretended to squeeze her bottom without actually touching her. The next time he ran his hands up and down her back wriggling his fingers but wasn't touching her, after that he brought his hand close to his body mimed squeezing her tit, pulled an ecstasy face then silently laughed at us. It was genuinely funny Adam and I laughed back, which must have encouraged him because towards the end of the dance, he grinned, winked at Adam and I, took one of Helen's buttocks in each hand squeezed then moved them out, squeezed them together and gave two slow lewd pelvic thrusts pulling that exclusively male screwed up dirty face. I don't know what feedback he thought he had from me but he winked again then rubbed his hands down then up over her bottom three times her skirt rising a little higher each time exposing first her legs above her stockings then her black silky knickers. Helen didn't flinch. They danced behind Jill and Ben for a little while before the CD ended and they separated, as they moved apart Mike took both her hands in his. Helen would have seen Ben and Jill snogging at this point Ben had one hand up Jill's sweater and the other under the back of her skirt. Mike thanked Helen for the dance, moved back in and kissed her on the lips. It was much too long a kiss for circumstance but not quite long enough to be a snog, they separated again and walked back to Adam and I, Ben and Jill followed a moment or two later. Jill disentangled herself from Ben and announced she was going to make a coffee, Helen said she'd have one too and went with her to the kitchen. She either truly hadn't realised that Mike had been all over her or something very strange was happening. Helen was not her usual self nothing like this had ever happened before. I really didn't know how I felt about it but I was excited. When they were out of earshot Mike turned to Ben and said. "That Jill's a right little goer there's no stopping her when she's in the mood." "Fucking goer." Ben replied. "She had hold of my cock for that entire last dance and I nearly chocked on her tongue." Mike whispered conspiratorially. "If you want to lads we can all shag her tonight she loves to pull a train. I've watched her do it in this very room." Mike turned to me. "What about you Rupert would you like to get your cock into young Jill?" I started to speak. "I'm not sure I'd er Helen." He didn't let me finish. "Yes Helen." He said. "Now she's got a lovely bum. Just right size and shape and it feels lovely and firm." Then as if having a sudden realisation. "Hey I showed you lot her knickers. What were they like?" "Black, shiny bikini panties." Adam replied. Ben said. "I prefer thongs." Turned to me and went on as bold as you like. "Does she ever wear a thong Rupert?" I don't know what came over me but instead of punching someone on the nose I gave him an answer. "Sometimes when she's wearing trousers and doesn't want a panty line. She doesn't like them too much and never wears them with a skirt." Mike chipped in. "You're a lucky bastard Rupert, I'd love to get into her knickers whatever type she wears." Then turning to the others. "What about you lads?" Adam with a modicum of diplomacy. "I agree with you there Mike, she's gorgeous." Ben with no diplomacy at all. "You are a lucky bastard Rupert, I'd have her knickers off and fuck her anytime. I'd like to fuck her up the arse. How about it does she like it up the arse Rupert?" Again I wasn't given a chance to answer Mike jumped in. "Jill loves it up the arse, I've fucked her arse while another geezer fucked her cunt. It was amazing." He went on. "I can definitely get Jill to pull a train for us, all I have to do is ask." He turned to me and in a more serious tone. "What about Helen, will she spoil the night for us or will she play along?" I was both horrified and excited at that moment I would have relished the idea of Helen and I having an orgy with these people but didn't think for one moment that she would agree. I just stared back and didn't answer. It was Adam who broke the spell. "She seemed happy enough with you flashing her knickers Mike. She must have seen Ben all over Jill's tits and up her skirt. I'm sure she knows something horny is going to happen. How did she respond when you were touching her up Mike?" Mike was thoughtful. "She purred in my ear a little when I messed with her bottom, you all saw that right? I was pretty confident of her but wasn't too sure about you Rupert. I wasn't sure that you were an OK guy then I thought you might be a possessive prick if any action started. That's why I made sure you couldn't see when I felt her tits. She gave me a very encouraging sigh and groan. I'm sure I could have fucked her there and then. She's hot stuff I think she's up for it." I was flabbergasted in all our years of marriage I thought I had been the only one to feel her breasts, how many others I thought but I now had an erection something that hadn't happened for years in such an inappropriate way. "Tell you what." Mike went on. "There's no need to handle Jill she's a dead cert, we'll just use her to get Helen in the mood. We'll take it in turns to fire Helen up, nothing too heavy, and leave it to Rupert to really get the ball rolling." Before I could agree, disagree or start a fight the girls came back in with their coffees. The women joined us. Helen still had that bleary look about her but she looked like she was enjoying the coffee and it was reviving her. I was still shell-shocked from the conversation that had gone on around me, the thought of Mike feeling Helen's tits and the fact that Helen hadn't and wasn't reacting. Ben was standing at the side of the small bar, as I leaned over to get my beer he quietly said my name, when I responded he beckoned me and whispered in my ear. "I'm going to try and get Helen out of the room for a few minutes." He moved back and paused long enough for me to give him a puzzled look then went on. "Me and Mike have had a little fun with Jill. It'll give you a chance with her without Helen watching." He pulled back again and gave me a, Do you understand, look. I didn't say anything but he clearly took my expression as a go signal because he went back to my ear and whispered. "Mike's had a feel of Helen's tits I'm going to see what I can get." He grinned and winked at me as he moved towards Helen and said. "That coffee smells good Helen. You wouldn't make me one would you?" "Jill made it." She said. "Well I'm sure yours will be even better." He said as he guided her towards the kitchen with his hand on her arse. He held the door open for her turned to the rest of us, thrust his hips out, squeezed his genitals, smirked and said very loudly. "We'll make it hot, wet and sticky Helen, the other lads can have some later." He followed her in and as the door was closing stuck his head back out and said looking back at us. "I've got something very nice and stiff to stir it with." and was gone. Adam, Mike and even Jill were laughing at his antics, I found myself smiling too but my guts were churning. Mike put one arm around Jill's shoulder, his other hand up her skirt and said. "How about you Jill are you hot, wet and sticky?" She giggled and replied. "Oooh I don't know." Then felt the front of his trousers and said. "Well you're not very nice and stiff." "Any more of that and I soon will be." He said, and started kissing her with his hand still under her skirt. She put both arms around his neck and returned the kiss. Adam and I looked on until Adam tapped Mike on the shoulder and with a big grin to show it was in fun said. "Hey Mike you're being a pretty selfish host." He broke the kiss turned to Adam and said. "Sorry I was forgetting my manners." Then turned back to Jill and said. "I'd like to introduce Adam." She released her arms from around her neck and Mike went on in mock formality. "Adam this is Jill. Jill, Adam." Adam held his hand out, Jill took it and said. "Pleased to meet you sir." And they started kissing. Mike moved in close behind her spooning her and sandwiching her between him and Adam rubbing his hands up and down the top of her legs lifting and lowering her skirt. "Hey Jill, I think Rupert wants to see your knickers. Can I show him?" She carried on kissing Adam. Mike hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled her thong panties to her ankles in a single movement. "Hey!" She said and looked down as Mike helped her step out of them. "I didn't say you could take them off." "Sorry Jill." He said as he threw them to me. "But Rupert wanted a good look." She went back to kissing Adam who put a hand between her legs. After a minute or two Mike intervened again. "Play fair Adam it's Rupert's turn. Jill, Rupert hasn't had a kiss, don't you like him?" She let go of Adam took the couple of paces to me. Put her arms around my neck, her lips over my mouth and her tongue down my throat. Mike hadn't finished his matchmaking. "Open your legs darling, let Rupert feel your lovely little cunt." I felt her lose a couple of inches in height as she opened he legs, I couldn't resist and soon had a finger in her completely bald vagina. I wasn't there long feeling Mike's hand on my shoulder I stepped away allowing him to take over. I was standing there with a young girl's panties still in one hand and her intimate juices on the other watching her being fingered. It was the raunchiest encounter I'd ever had in my life but my mind was the other side of the kitchen door wanting to know what was happening to Helen. The tension that I was feeling was building and building. I just couldn't stay in the room and at one point thought I was going to be sick. I put Jill's panties on the bar and excused myself to go to the toilet. I can't describe my feelings they were so mixed up, the deepest dread and apprehension but at the same time excitement and anticipation. I couldn't urinate my penis was so hard. The butterflies in my stomach were alternately flapping their wings and knotting up. When I've masturbated I've imagined Helen and I involved in all sorts of sexual activities with people of all ages and both sexes including family. I've dreamt up all kinds of scenarios including all kinds of bodily functions and acts that I'm not very proud of and wouldn't want to talk about. What all of the masturbatory scenarios have in common is that at the point of orgasm they lose all of their appeal. I had an erection of teenage solidity and proportions based on the thought that my wife could be having sex in the kitchen. I was acutely aware that should I masturbate and allow myself to orgasm the excitement and anticipation would go leaving only the dread, apprehension and probably shame. I didn't wank myself off, wasn't sick and eventually calmed down enough to leave the bathroom. When I walked back into the room Helen and Jill were sitting next to each other on the sofa, Adam was on the arm on Jill's side leaving an empty seat next to Helen all three were laughing. Helen was the first to see me and called in a happy voice. "Rupert, Rupert, there you are." She held up a cocktail glass and said. "We're having cocktails." Then turning towards the bar where Mike was mixing drinks and Ben was talking at him in an excited animated manner. "Aren't we Mike?" Helen had gone from dull drunk to happy bright drunk since I'd last seen her. She was so much like I'd seen her many times before that I didn't believe she had been up to much with Ben. She called again to Mike. "Rupert will have a martini, like me, heavy on the gin." Then fell into a fit of giggles. I desperately wanted to know what had happened in the kitchen but I didn't want Ben to tell me. In the ebb and flow of mixed emotions at that moment I hated him, I really didn't really want to be in the same room as him. I don't know why I felt the need but I did my best to hide my feelings and approached the bar with what I hoped was a convincing smile. I suspected that Ben was telling Mike all about how far he got with Helen. Dread and trepidation was winning over excitement and anticipation at that moment but I was spared details when Mike handed me a drink for Helen and said he'd make one for me. I went over to Helen, handed her her drink and sat down beside her. I felt vulnerable and wanted to reassert possession of my wife, I turned around so that I was kneeling on the sofa leaned across, kissed her and put my tongue in her mouth. She didn't wholeheartedly respond she put one arm around my back but was holding the drink out with the other. We broke apart, she handed her drink to Jill, we embraced properly and kissed again. To really stake out my territory I pulled one arm between us and massaged her left breast she didn't resist. When we separated she whispered. "Oh Rupert what are you like? Do you want go?" In that moment I was convinced that nothing had happened and her earlier actions had just been drunken insensitivity. Emotions are funny things because I was instantly relieved, and in the blink of an eye disappointment started to set in then worry that she would find out about my moment with Jill. I told her I wasn't in a hurry and we should finish our drinks. I got up to go to the bar Mike had my drink ready and he and Ben were grinning at me. I no longer hated Ben. Helen recovered her drink from Jill who must have said something funny because they both started laughing again. Mike handed me my drink and Ben said. "Your Helen's red hot." Then nodded at the bar. "We're getting quite a collection of these." On the bar next to Jill's thong was a pair of black, shiny bikini panties. Another instant emotional change, I thought it and said it. "Are these Helen's knickers?" I started fingering them. Mike came back with. "Well they're not Ben's." Ben's smile broadened and they laughed together. I turned back to the sofa at the very moment that Adam slipped his hand down the front of Jill's sweater cupping a breast. Helen and Jill just carried on talking. I turned back to the bar, put my head in my hands and said almost to myself. "What the fucks going on?" It was Mike who answered me very bluntly. "I'll tell you what's GONE on, my old mate. You fingered a nineteen year old girl's cunt while young Ben here, kept your wife entertained and out of your way. What's going on right NOW is that your wife is getting a little drunker and her inhibitions are melting away." He nodded over to the sofa and went on. "Look how your wife's loosening up, she's talking to a young girl who's having her tit's felt up in a room full of men and she's not a bit bothered." Ben chipped in. "Helen's tits are bigger." Mike, shot him a disapproving glance and went on. "What's GOING to go on is up to you." He paused for effect and then continued. "You can leave with Helen, she might never find out that you had your hand up a young girl's cunt and might have a good explanation as to how these knickers ended up on this bar." Ben again. "You're not going are you?" "Shut up Ben." Mike's look was sharper this time. "Or you and Helen can have the time of your lives. I tell you Jill is the sweetest little thing, just Look at her." He glanced over my shoulder and cocked his head. "She's available to you Rupert." As if acting on cue Helen let out a peel of laughter. "And just look how Helen's enjoying herself. You don't want to deny her this experience. There isn't a bloke, of our age, who wouldn't like to see his wife fucked by a couple of young bucks. Come on Rupert, admit it." He had a point, my penis was still rock hard, but the knot in my stomach was no less hard. For the first time I understood the term emotional rollercoaster I was all over the place. All sorts of things were going through my mind. Were they really Helen's knickers on the bar or a pair that he had about the place. Was she, like Jill, sitting on that sofa bare arsed. It was so out of character, how could I believe it. I looked around and saw her still chatting away to Jill who had a nipple exposed which Adam was playing with. Helen, apparently absentmindedly, had her arm across her own chest, her fingernails raking her own nipple in small unhurried movements such that a small lump could be seen in the front of her dress. Fucking hell. I started to speak. "I don't know what the fucking hell." "Course you do, Rupert. You want to Fuck Helen when she's wet and sloppy after me and the boys have been through her and you want to fuck Jill. Isn't that right?" It was exactly right. I managed to nod and with a feeling of shame whispered. "Yes." Anniversary Party "Good. I'm glad that's sorted out." Mike said relieved. Ben pushed himself away from the bar saying. "I'm gonna get Helen to suck me off." "Steady on Tiger." Mike put his arm out to stop him. "This is a lady we're dealing with. You don't just go waving your cock in her face. Stay here and I'll bring her over." He went over to the sofa stood in front of Helen, said something that I couldn't hear, offered her his hand to help her up and they came back to the bar together. While he was doing this I asked Ben about the knickers. "Are these Helen's?" "Yeah." He said. "In the kitchen I told her I liked her knickers. She told me they were part of a bra and panty set from Marks and Sparks and cost fifteen quid. All matter of fact as if that was what I wanted to know. It was weird but I thought I'd be weird too and told her I wouldn't mind trying them on. Fuck me, she took them off and handed them to me." I didn't have chance to get anything else out of him before Helen was standing next to me. She saw the panties on the bar and that I was fiddling with them. Without any embarrassment picked them up and in answer to the unspoken question said. "Ben said he liked them and was going to try them on." Ben smirked at me and said. "Didn't you say they have a matching bra Helen?" "Yes." She said. "I've got the bra on." "Can I have it?" "Yes sure, can you pull the zip down a bit on my dress please Rupert?" She turned her back to me in the classic pose holding her dress up at the front with an arm across her chest. I was acutely aware that something wasn't right. I felt a wave of lust as I pulled down the zip. I'd done it thousands of time before but never with an audience. "Will you undo the bra for me Rupert?" I unclasped the bra, she struggled to hold up the dress and take her bra off until Mike said. "You might as well take your dress off Helen. Just let it fall to the floor and step out of it." She did just that, stepped out of her dress as she handed her bra to Ben. She was left standing there in just her hold up stockings and shoes. Mike hadn't finished. "Helen, we're going to have a gang bang, the lads, Rupert and I are going to fuck you and Jill. You are so excited and are going to love it, alright?" "Al-Right." She said excitedly splitting the word in two and smiling, like Neil Kinnock in Sheffield the night before losing the 1992 election. He carried on. "Helen, you're going to have a fantastic time. You're going to suck cock, be fucked up the arse and love it Alright?." I intervened. "Mike she doesn't like...." "Shut the fuck up." He snapped at me then sweetly to Helen. "Alright?" "Alright." She replied. "You're going to lick Jill's cunt and every arsehole that's presented to you. You'll be really excited and love it. Alright?" "Mike." I said but didn't get any further he snarled at me. "I've told you, just shut up for a fucking minute." Then again sweetly to Helen. "Alright Helen?" "Alright." She replied again. He started to undress, turned to me and with a smile no longer grumpy said. "Now what is it? Hurry up Helen's waiting for some cock." "What the fuck was all that Alright Helen stuff?" "Ah I was just making sure she understands what's happening and that nobody's forcing anybody to do anything they don't want to." Ben kicked off proceedings taking Helen in his arms, kissing her and putting his hand between her legs. When Mike was naked he walked Helen back over to the sofa. Adam had his cock out and Jill was leaning across his lap sucking him off. Under Mike's instructions Jill shuffled forward in her seat, Helen got on her hands and knees before her and buried her face in her cunt. Mike got behind Helen and started fucking her from behind. That was the start of it I saw my darling wife of over thirty years engage in every sexual act possible with a group of people and enjoy it immensely. I too had all kinds of sex, fucked my wife's arse hole for the first time which was lubricated with other men's cum. I did get to sample the charms of young Jill but it was nothing in terms of excitement to that of sharing my wife. Helen spent an inordinate amount of time with her tongue stuck up Mike's arse which both she and Mike seemed to really enjoy. I had a moment of unpleasantness kissing her immediately after one of those sessions. Helen was so joyous, I watched her squat on a cock bouncing up and down grinning, squealing in pleasure, then reposition herself to take it up the arse and carry on. She was insatiable, went on and on. When there wasn't a hard cock available she sucked a soft one licked an arse hole or Jill's sopping cunt. Hours later I sat on a bar stool, naked, having a scotch with Mike looking down on my wife amongst the other naked bodies asleep on the floor. "Well Rupert, did you and your wife enjoy yourselves?" I surveyed the scene, the streaks and shiny smears of fluids around Helen's hindquarters and replied. "That was the most amazing thing that has ever happened. I still can't believe that Helen agreed to it, was so enthusiastic and enjoyed it so much. I've imagined this sort of thing happening but never dreamt that it really would." "That'll be my special mix Rupert." "What's that Mike?" "The drugs I gave to Jill and Helen." "What?" I said puzzled, not understanding what he was saying. "Three basic drugs and a little bit of Mike's pharmaceutical magic." "Magic" "Yes my magic formula. A drug to dampen down inhibitions and free the spirit. A drug to heighten libido and make them feel sexy. Finally truth serum to make them follow suggestions like give me you knickers or you'll enjoy anal sex, rimming and muff diving." The only drug found in my system was a massive amount of Viagra which explains the power and duration of the erections I had that night. Viagra has no psychological effects so it has not helped my case. I'm not being prosecuted for drugs offences because, as I had nothing to do with obtaining or administering the drugs, there was no evidence. I'm not being prosecuted for offences against Helen because of the difficulty of obtaining convictions in cases sexual abuse involving husbands and wives who are not separated. I'm presently on remand waiting for the case for sexual offences against Jill to be heard. My brief's not very hopeful that the jury will accept my protestations of innocence. He will try to argue that I, a goodlookingly challenged fifty odd year old man truly believed that a beautiful nineteen year old girl consented to sex with him, without being drugged. It's not all bad news. I'm out of the way, while the divorce goes through, missing all the stress and worry of who gets what. I don't have to face family and friends and be told to get out of their lives. I have somewhere to stay that's warm and cosy. All those career worries have gone and I'm learning how to sow. Oh well got to go Ronnie (The Hatchet) needs his shirt ironing and shoes polishing before lights out. Anniversary Party for Three It was Don and Gabriella's anniversary night. Instead of going out and celebrating with their friends and family, they had decided to stay and home and just be by themselves. Cooking dinner together had always been a treat for them both, and they enjoyed creating a nice meal. He had helped prepare the vegetables and set the table for them, while she prepared the tender chops. Selecting a bottle of wine, he added that to the table settings and put some slow romantic music on the CD player. Just as they had carried all the dishes into the dining room and where ready to sit down the doorbell chimed. With a frown on his face, Don went to the front door to open it. But when he opened it, he saw someone that he hadn't seen in a long time. Standing in front of him was George, a friend of old college days. Smiling they hugged each other, "Nice to see you again, where have you been?" asked Don as they walked into the dinning room. "Oh I'm just here on business and I thought I'd surprise you two. Am I interrupting anything?" George asked as he looked at the table settings. "It's our anniversary tonight and we where just sitting down for dinner, but there is plenty for one more, come join us " Don said, inviting his old friend to sit down. Gabriella quickly brought another plate and wine glass and soon they sat down to enjoy their dinner. Even thou she had wanted to spend a quiet and romantic evening with her husband, she didn't mind the interruption from George. They had all known each other during their college years and had some really fun times together. As they sat and ate, those old times came up again during their conversation. "Remember the time when you thought I was Don and you grabbed me in that dark hallway in the dorm and kissed me?" George asked. Gabriella blushed furiously, but had to laugh with them as they talked about some of the things they had done during their wild younger years. After dinner the two men helped her putting the dishes in the kitchen, and they all settled in the living room with some more wine. Gabriella had worn a short little black dress for tonight's occasion and now had to be careful as she sat down in the couch to relax. Don sat down beside her, casually resting his arm behind her on the back of the couch, while George sat down in a chair facing them. As they sat and talked, Don would sometimes gently trace her upper arms with his fingertips, showing her his love. The evening moved along smoothly, the conversation flowed freely, from old times, back to present, back to the good times they all had together when they where younger. Now they where on their fourth bottle of wine, they had all gotten very relaxed with each other after the first stiffness you experience if you haven't seen someone for a long time. The music was still playing softly in the background. As one particular song came on Gabriella began to move slightly in her seat to the music. Knowing that George had always liked to dance, he suggested "Why don't you and George dance together? You both have always enjoyed that, while I go and get some more wine and some crackers to nibble on." Smiling at Gabriella, George took advantage of his friend's offer and went to her, "May I have this dance?" She got up and easily moved into George's arms, gently swaying her lithe body to the music. She had always enjoyed dancing with her husband's friend and had done so many times when they went out. Tonight seemed different somehow. Gabriella had noticed his admiring glances at her, noting that he had glanced at her long, slender legs and had felt his looks on her back as they had moved around in the kitchen earlier that evening. But the alcohol and the relaxed mood soon let her forget those thoughts and she easily danced with him for several songs. The last one was a very slow one, and George pulled Gabriella even closer to his body, resting his hands on her back, and without even thinking, gently caressing her back. As she moved with the music, her pelvis brushed against his and she could feel his hardness pressing against her. Suddenly taken aback her first thought was to move away from him, but not wanting to offend him, she finished the dance, then sat beside her husband on the couch again. Instead of sitting back down, George excused himself to use the restroom. Gabriella leaned over and whispered into Don's ear "While I was dancing with George he got a hard-on." Don chuckled and replied, "Well that seems to happen every time I touch you, so what's wrong with that?" "Well, he's an old friend, and I like him a lot, but that was just unexpected." Don smiled at his wife and replied, "Wasn't it your fantasy to be with two guys at the same time? Tonight might be the night to make that fantasy come true my dear." Just then George walked back into the living room and sat down, and the conversation picked up again between all three of them. But Gabriella had turned quiet, thinking what her husband had said. Yes she had always found it a turn on to fantasize about being with two men at the same time, and she had shared that with her husband, but was she willing to act out that fantasy? Don had never openly encouraged her before, even though the chance had arisen a few times before, where she could have been with another friend of his. Casting those thoughts aside again, she joined in the conversation of the two men. Don had refilled their wineglasses and they all sat back enjoying each other's company. Gabriella leaned back into the soft cushions of the couch, unaware that the skirt of her dress had slid up to mid point on her thighs, but both men noticed it. Don caught George looking longingly at his wife, and with a small nod encouraged him. That was all that George needed, and he got up and asked to dance with Gabriella again. They got up and moved to the middle of the living room and gently started to sway to the soft music. Being bolder this time, George pulled her very close against him, putting both of his arms around her and softly moving his hands up and down her back. Through the thin fabric of her dress he could feel the fastening of her bra. He could feel her resistance as he pulled her close, but soon she relaxed against him, putting her head on his shoulder. The wine, food and good conversation had relaxed her. As they danced and she could feel George's arousal grow against her abdomen, she thought about her husband's words from earlier, "Tonight might be the night to make your fantasy come true." Smiling to herself, she thought "Why not?" and pressed her body against George's. Taking her reaction to his caresses as a yes, George grew even bolder and gently started to stroke Gabriella's bare neck with his fingertips. Feeling another man caress her so intimately felt strange at first, but not unwelcome. It had been a long time that she had been with someone other then Don, but the thought of having sex with George tonight while her husband watched and maybe even participated send shivers of arousal up and down her back. Leaning his head forward George gently started to trace his lips across Gabriella's sensitive skin on her neck, kissing her softly, then leaving little wet trails with his tongue. Slowly he worked his way to the other side of her neck, nibbling on her ear, then moving to her mouth. Claiming her slightly open mouth for a long deep kiss, he pulled her even closer against his body, continuing to trace up and down her back with his hands. Breaking the kiss he led her to the chair he had occupied before. Turning her back around, he slowly unzipped her dress. As it fell to a puddle at her feet, she stepped out and carelessly kicked it aside. Sitting down, she leaned back into the chair, looking at her husband over George's shoulders. Don was still sitting on the couch across from her, smiling at her and blowing her a kiss. George kneeled down in front of Gabriella, leaning forward and kissing her again, while his hands explored her upper torso. Gently massaging and feeling her small but full breasts through the silky material of her bra. Slowly he traced his thumbs over her already erect nipples, making her moan against his mouth. Pulling her towards him, he reached around her, opening her bra, then taking it off, letting it fall on the floor beside the chair. Bending his head forward to first take her right nipple into his mouth. Running his tongue around the hard nub, then slowly sucking on it. Arching her back against his mouth, she moaned out loud, leaning her head back against the cushions of the chair, spreading her legs, so he could move closer to her. As he moved forward, his erection pressed against her stomach. Reaching down, Gabriella started to fondle George through his slacks. Her slight touch made him ache for more. Quickly he got up and got undressed, then kneeled back in front of her. Slightly opening her eyes, she looked down at his hardness, then taking his penis into both hands, gently stroking and massaging it, while he continued to kiss and lick each of her breasts in turn. By now Don had gotten turned on by watching his wife kiss and feel their old college friend. At first he had stroked his rock hard erection through his pants. But as George had gotten up and gotten undressed, so had Don. Sitting back now he stroked his penis with one hand, resting his other on his balls, gently massaging them, copying his wife movements on George's dick. He had thought he would feel jealous watching is wife together with another man, but instead he found it an enormous turn on and couldn't take his eyes off the two lovers in front of him. By now George had returned to kissing Gabriella deeply, while she was still fondling his dick. As they broke their kiss he stood up and gently pushed her head to his groin. With her sitting still on the chair, and him standing in front of her, his large erection was right in front of her face. Grinning she kissed his head, then traced her tongue down his shaft. Closing his eyes and moaning quietly, he thrust his hips forward to meet her mouth. Placing one hand on his buttocks while her other hand held his shaft, she first sucked on the tip of his dick, then took his head in her mouth, slowly sucking on it. Not wanting to miss a moment of the show in front of him, Don got up, standing beside the chair where Gabriella sat, so he could watch more closely. She noticed that now a second hard dick was in front of her. Grabbing her husband's penis, she pulled him closer and started to kiss and lick him, while her left hand stroked George's dick. She continued licking and blowing each dick in turn. By now she was so turned on, her right hand had found it's way in between her legs. Shoving her panties over to one side, she had started to flick her finger across her clit. Both men, where in heaven, having their dicks massaged and licked, but as Don opened his eyes slightly to watch, he saw that his wife was pleasuring herself. Nudging George with his elbow to get his attention he said, "Why don't you do something about that?" George was only too happy to oblige. Kneeling down in front of Gabriella, he tugged her soaking wet panties off, then pushed her body back against the chair, with her legs wide apart. Don moved around to the other side of the chair, so Gabriella could continue to lick and suck him and he himself could watch as his wife got serviced by George. George bend his head forward, sticking out his tongue and stiffening it, then gently lapped up some of Gabriella's free flowing juices. Using both of his thumbs he pulled her outer lips apart. Her clit was red and swollen; greedily he flicked his tongue over it several times. Hearing her moan out loud, he continued licking her, while he drove his index finger deep inside her wetness, pumping it in and out slowly in rhythm with his tongue. Gabriella matched the speed of her sucking on her husband's dick to the movements George was performing on her. Soon the room was filled with slurping and moaning sounds from all of them. Gabriella's hips where moving with George's finger inside her, her hips rocking back and forth on the chair. Knowing that she was close to climaxing he stopped his efforts and stood up. Grabbing her hands and pulling her up to her feet. Gabriella and Don looked at him with a questioning look, not knowing what he had in mind. George just smiled and sat down in the chair, pulling Gabriella down to sit on his lap, facing with her back to him. As wet as she was, his hard dick slipped inside her with no resistance. Don took up position in front of his wife again, easing his erect member back into her waiting mouth. Now Don's dick was getting mouth fucked in the same rhythm as his best friends dick plunged in and out of his wife's pussy. George sat up a little bit, so that he was able to reach around Gabriella's front to feel and fondle her breasts. Her nipples where already rock hard, and he made them even more sensitive as he started to roll them in between his fingertips, making her moan out loud in pleasure. The tightness of Gabriella's wet hole, while watching her give a blow job to her husband in front of him soon was getting to be too much for George. Not being able to hold back his climax, he started to shoot his cum into her. Feeling his hot semen hit her insides; she suddenly let go of Don's dick to match George's fast motions in and out of her. Crying out loud Gabriella joined George in an enormous climax. Slowing his movements George let Gabriella come down from her high, then slipped out of her, releasing her to slump back against him. Gabriella slid on the floor in front of the chair, sitting in between George's spread legs, still catching her breath from one of the best orgasms she ever had. Not being able to stand and watch any longer, Don got on his knees in front of his wife, asking her to turn over on her hands and knees. No sooner had she done that, his hard penis plunged deep inside her dripping pussy. She was so slippery, not only from her own juices, but also from George's cum. Gabriella sat up, resting her arms on the armrests of the chair while Don behind her picked up his speed to pump in and out of her faster and faster. One of his hands held her against him, while his right hand found her rosebud, and after wetting his fingertip with his mouth, traced little circles around and across it, arousing her further. While watching the show in front of him, George's hands involuntarily traveled down to his still erect penis. Slowly he started to stroke it to full hardness. Seeing George stroke himself in front of her face, Gabriella leaned forward a little bit, starting to kiss and lick the head of his dick, while he continued to massage his hard shaft. Don from behind both of them had a perfect view of his wife's lips and tongue as they licked across the other man's dick. Feeling her pussy contract around his dick, he doubled his efforts to bring them both over the top. Grabbing both of her hips with his hands, so he was able to penetrate her more deeply. Harder and faster he pushed and pulled out of her, his balls slapping against her with every move. Instead of her stopping to lick George, she kept on sucking him, while she and her husband neared orgasm. As Don started to climax inside of his wife, she joined him, and at the same time George wasn't able to hold his own climax back any longer. Gabriella was being filled with cum, first from her husband inside her pussy, and her mouth from the semen from his best friend. At first she gagged, but then she started to swallow every little drop. Don slowed down his movements, not wanting to leave the warmness and wetness of his wife's pussy. He stayed inside her, gently rocking back as forth as he watched Gabriella clean up George's penis. Done with her task she sat down on the carpet, forcing Don to exit her. He laid down on the carpet, too exhausted too move. Gabriella joined him, snuggling close and smiling up at him. Soon George crawled on the floor too, and all three collapsed in a heap. The music still played quietly in the background and they lay huddled together, talking about the experience they just shared. After a while, Gabriella got up, giggled to herself, then reached her hands out to both men. "Lets go upstairs to the bedroom and continue our anniversary party for three." Don and George didn't have to be told twice and followed her upstairs to the bedroom to continue to fulfill some fantasies. Anniversary Party Kamal pulled his dick from my mouth and started taking off his pants. Angela had pressed my tits together and was circling both nipples with wet figure-eights. I pushed her head away from me and helped her remove her baby tee. Angela's breasts weren't as big as mine but her nipples were longer and harder. I cupped them in my hands and bent forward to suck them. She gently ran her hands over my shoulders and down my arms and breathed, "Kia. . . ." I felt Kamal moving around on the couch behind me and I looked up. He'd placed his dick inside Angela's mouth, his balls hanging directly over my head. I twisted myself so I could watch and still suck on Angela's tits. She encircled the base of his cock with her thumb and index finger and took him deep into the back of her throat, deeper than I was able. She also didn't drool the way I did. I guess I didn't have to worry about Angela getting any spit into my hair. I took my mouth away from her nipples and began to lick Kamal's scrotum. I heard him moan as I started to juggle his testicles in my mouth and Angela increased the rhythm of her sucking. After a minute or two of this, Kamal pulled out and flopped back down on the couch. Angela kissed me again. "My dress. . . ." I said. ". . .want it off. . . ." I was starting to feel terribly confined by the fabric. I wanted to be naked; to feel Kamal and Angela's hands and mouths on me. Angela moved aside and I stood up. I hadn't put on any underwear and my pussy was so wet that a huge stain had soaked into the back of my dress. I pulled the dress over my head and tossed it. Angela stood up in front of me and hugged my naked body to hers. She was a head taller than me and I nuzzled my face into her collarbone and rubbed my hands all over her back. "Lets go up to the bedroom," Kamal suggested. "More comfortable." He led the way and Angela and I followed holding hands, she still wearing her black panties and me naked except for my clogs. "I'm glad you're going to do this with us." Angela said to me midway up the stairs. "I'm still a little nervous." This was not quite true. I was more excited than anything else. All my reservations about having sex with another woman had flown right out the window the minute Angela had laid her hands on me. The wine and the hash had also done a lot to lower my inhibitions and the combination of liquor, drugs and sexual stimulation had me feeling dizzy. "It'll be fine," Angela assured me, squeezing my hand. "You'll be fine." Kamal opened the bedroom door and waved us in with a flourish. Angela stretched out width-wise on the bed, one arm behind her head, the other held out toward me. "Come. . . ," she said. Slowly, I crawled onto the bed, on top of her, my breasts swaying from side to side, gently grazing hers. I ran my finger under the elastic of her panties then pressed the heel of my hand against her pubis. She sighed, arched her back and said, "Take them off." Obeying, I hooked my fingers into the waistband and started tugging her underwear down. She helped, arching her back and lifting first one leg then the other. I dropped the moist panties to the floor and started to run my hands up and down her legs. I felt Kamal come up behind me and I pushed my ass further up into the air, hoping he would touch me between my legs. I gasped as he slid two fingers inside of me and began moving them around. Angela joined in, rubbing her middle finger on my clit. "Does that feel good?" she whispered. I nodded, faintly realizing that I had started to pant. I moved my hand closer to Angela's pussy but hesitated just short of touching the flesh. She spread her legs wider, grabbed my hand and pressed it against her glistening wet labia. "In me . . . ." I slipped my middle finger into her pussy. It was the first time I'd ever touched a vagina other than my own. "What do you want me to do?" "Finger me. Hard." I nodded and began to work my finger in and out of her, matching the tempo of Kamal's fingers inside of me. I could smell the musky aroma rising from between Angela's legs, which added even more to my excitement. "Faster," she instructed. As I quickened my rhythm, Angela stuck her finger into pussy, along with Kamal's. She got it wet then pulled it out and stuck it in her mouth. She did this three more times before saying, "Let me eat you." I let her lay me down next to her. Angela got on her hands and knees lowered her face to my crotch. Kamal knelt down behind her and buried his face in her own upraised vagina. I hummed and tweaked my nipples as Angela began to slowly and expertly eat my pussy. She concentrated on my clit, occasionally slipping a finger into me. Her technique was different from Kamal's, who usually circled the whole circumference of the hole. I'd always loved the way Kamal licked my pussy even though it seldom made me come. Amazingly, it took Angela only a couple of minutes to bring me to my first climax. "Oh, God!" I arched my back and grabbed a handful of Angela's hair as the orgasm surged through my body. She raised her head and looked at me. "You turn red when you come," she observed. "Little bumps break out on your chest." I sighed and let all my muscles relax. Angela returned her attention to my pussy and Kamal came around to the other side of the bed. He smiled down at me and aimed his dick at my mouth. I opened wide for him, determined to deep throat him the way Angela had. I sucked his dick hard, rubbing my hand on his abs. With Angela eating me out it was almost like being in a 69, the only difference, I could look up at Kamal's face. After Angela made me come a second time, she crawled up next to me so we could take turns sucking on Kamal's dick and fingering each other. We passed his cock back and forth getting it nice and wet and Kamal began dripping pre-cum profusely. While Angela had her lips stretched around his shaft, I whispered in her ear, "I want to make you come now." She got on all fours again and I rolled onto my back underneath her. I reached up, peeled her pussy lips apart and began to tongue her clit the way she had done mine. Soon Angela was moaning around Kamal's dick and grinding her cunt into my face. Suddenly, she shivered and a clear, salty fluid started to pour from her vagina. Caught up in the moment, I swallowed as much of it as I could, though some of it still managed to go up my nose. Angela fell over onto the head of the bed, shuddering. I was wiping her juice from my face when Kamal pulled my legs apart and pushed the head of his dick inside me. I gasped when he pulled it out, rubbed it against my clit and stuck it back in, but only a couple of inches. I started begging for him to put it all the way in but I liked the way he teased me and he knew it. One of my favorite parts of sex was the feeling of the initial penetration and Kamal would draw that out, sliding his dick in and out of me several times until my pussy was aching to devour him. When I began to groan loudly and bite my lip he pinned my arms above my head and slammed his dick deep inside me. "Oh shit!" I wrapped my legs around his back and kicked off my clogs, bucking my hips and meeting his powerful thrusts. Angela got on her knees and hovered over me for a minute before lowering her pussy to my mouth again. I stuck my tongue out and plunged it deep inside, nearly smothering as she ground her crotch into my face. I felt her nails dig deep into my sides and I let out a muffled cry. Kamal was hitting my cervix with each thrust and I could feel another orgasm generating deep inside me. Then, Angela bent forward and began licking and lightly nibbling my clit. This was too much! The sensation of getting fucked and having my clit licked at the same time was more than I could handle. I tried to push Angela off but my arms were pinned beneath her legs. I couldn't see anything; Angela's thighs and large ass were covering my eyes. My body started to convulse as the orgasm began deep inside my pussy, the pressure building and engulfing me. My entire body contorted and I screamed into Angela's cunt. She mercifully lifted her ass away from my face and Kamal took his penis out and put in into her mouth. I rolled away, gasping for breath. Angela licked all my pussy juice from Kamal's shaft and motioned for him to lay down on his back. She straddled him and slid his dick deep inside her. She rode him wildly, making the bedsprings squeak. After taking a moment to recover, I got between Kamal's legs and started licking all over his balls. "Yeah!" he cried out, doubling the force of his thrusts. I bit Angela's ass and she squealed with delight. Kamal pulled his dick out for me and I sucked it, tasting Angela's delicious juices. She climbed off him and got into the doggy style position. Kamal mounted her and went at it some more. I hugged him from behind, caressing and clawing his chest, whispering words I don't remember into his ear. Frantically, he pulled out, threw me down and fucked me until I reached another orgasm. I flopped on the bed, spent. He and Angela gotten themselves twisted into an odd position with her left leg by her head and him doing some sort of side saddle maneuver. I was too wasted to even try to join in. I was usually a one orgasm type of woman and tonight I had had three huge ones. I just watched them, thinking about how foolish we'd been to delay having this threesome. Kamal began to make the grunting noises I knew meant his orgasm was close. I hoped he would pull out so I could watch him come. Angela cried out and dug her nails into his back, her legs shaking with the force of her climax. Kamal got off her and stood up on the bed, pinching the head of his dick between his thumb and forefinger, an intense look on his face. I sat up on my elbows. Angela was quivering beside me, her eyes closed and mouth hanging slack. I nudged her so she would look up. I didn't want her to miss the best part. Kamal looked like a giant looming over us and his dick seemed even bigger than normal from this angle. He stroked the shaft once and exploded. "Oh, my God!" Angela moaned, as Kamal's semen fell down on us like rain, splashing our necks, shoulders and breasts. Angela sat up and took his dripping penis in her mouth, sucking him dry. Kamal fell out on the bed with a satisfied "Ahhhhh!" Angela rolled over and kissed me. I could taste the spunky flavor of Kamal's come on her tongue. I licked some of the drops off her collarbone and she sighed. Angela and I gave each other cat baths, licking all the semen off our bodies before laying down next to Kamal. No one spoke. We just held each other and spent out first night as a threesome in the master bedroom. The menage-a-trois became a semi-regular part of our lives even though Kamal still spent most of his night asleep in his studio. Sometimes Angela and I would get together by ourselves. The odd thing is, since the threesome, Kamal hasn't had any one-on-one encounters with me or Angela and I kind of miss that. Maybe that's what I'll look forward to when our real, six-year anniversary comes around.