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Wife’s Surprise Passion with Our Friend

29/11/2021

The following report was shared with Joan Vegas during February 2021. This story reports on a long-married couple’s first experience with wife sharing. As you will see, it was a “fantastic sexual experience” for both of them… and their friend. The first part was written by the husband (David), and the last portion reflects the after-the-fact perspectives of the wife (Grace). Enjoy! Joan

David writes…
I would like to briefly preface this story by telling the readers that the events described happened quite recently. My attention to detail is due to it being very fresh in my mind, coupled with my having recalled it over and over again. Any literary license I took pertains to my inability to see into or through bodies, therefore my descriptiveness was based on my recollection of actual visual and sound experienced, and kept to a minimum. I hope you enjoy my writing of it.

How It All Began
My wife, Grace just turned 47, I am 51 and we have been married for 23 years. We had hit a point in our marriage where there wasn’t any passion between us, and although neither of us harbored any thoughts of not being together, we both felt we needed something to provide a reigniting spark to our love life.

Middle age had taken a toll on our bodies and we had both become overweight. I am 6 feet tall and was tipping the scales at 255 pounds, while Grace, at 5 feet 4 was around 150 pounds. About eight months ago we wrote up a weight loss challenge. My goal was set at a 60 pound loss and hers was 30 pounds. We could achieve it by whatever means suited us and the challenge ended on November 30. The winner of the challenge could ask for anything (within reason) that they wanted to help bring our sex life back to life.

As we both began to lose weight I found my libido was increasing. It seemed that Grace was acting more amorous. When we went to the gym I noticed more and more guys looking at her. She had begun to wear tighter workout clothes. As she began to lose weight, instead of going back to her old clothes, I suggested that she buy a new wardrobe. We waited until she had lost most of her weight, and then went on a shopping trip. It cost me a few bucks, but was worth every penny. She was dressing very sexy by then and I could tell that she appreciated not only my looks of desire, but also those of other men. I liked that. One time I even talked her into pulling up her exercise tights until a camel toe was apparent. She was embarrassed, but still seemed to enjoy the looks she got from men ... as well as some women.

Long story short, I won with a 65 pound weight loss and suggested that as she came so close with a 28 pound loss, I would consider her effort a win as well, but I had first choice.

Just after the beginning of December, we thought we should talk about the challenge and what we wanted to do with our ‘wins’. Sometime before, we had talked of doing a soft swing with another couple and my wife showed some interest then, or maybe she just went along with it. In fact we came very, very close to an unplanned swap with another couple, but we stopped just short of intercourse (briefly covered later in this story).

My request was to have a threesome, involving another man. Although I saw this as a ‘win’ for her, it was quite possible she wouldn’t agree. As I felt her acceptance was a long shot (should I have said just asking was risky?) and in an attempt to lower the ‘shock value’ of my request, I told her that if she agreed, she could call all the shots both leading up to and during the 'event.' Surprisingly, Grace gave me a kind of odd look and then said “I’m really not sure about this. I want to be fair, so is it alright if I take a day or two to think about it?” I told her “sweetheart, take all the time you want.”

A couple of days later, we were having a glass of wine after dinner and Grace said “Dave, I have an answer for you.” My ears perked up and I started to sweat a bit, largely because I had a good idea that she was going to say no to the idea and lay some heat on me. Again, to my surprise, I was wrong.

Grace said “I’ve put a lot of thought into it and have come to the conclusion that I would give it a try. However, there will be rules for the evening, as my part of the win. I told her “that is as it should be. I did tell you that if you agreed, you were in charge of the evening and everything leading up to it, including identifying the other man. As a matter of fact, I do have someone in mind, someone you know, so you could likely say yes or no to him being the person to invite fairly quickly. Above all, I want this to be right for you.”

We were sitting in on the love seats in the family room. I got up and sat beside her, took her in my arms and said “I know I don’t say it often enough Grace, but you are the love of my life and I want you to be happy. Making you happy is my constant goal, so pleasuring you any way I can gives me joy.” Grace said, “Oh Dave, I do love you so and I know you are always trying to please me.” Our lips met and we kissed sensually for quite a while, in fact I couldn’t remember when I last tasted her sweet tongue.

I then refreshed our wine and I told her about the person I had in mind. Terry is a married man whom we had met quite a few years ago, at the lake. We got together, with he and his wife several times a year, on either their deck or ours, for a BBQ, drinks and conversation while playing board games. Once, under the influence of too much wine, we found ourselves nude with them in their hot tub. It was exhilarating, the evening starting off with the four of us openly looking at each other’s bodies, which led to same couple kissing, followed by inter-couple hugs, then kisses and rather passionate petting. I admit that I loved watching my wife kiss another man. Since we were in the hot tub I could not see what was happening under the bubbling water. From the movement of my wife's arm, it was apparent that she was stroking his cock. It hit me like a ton of bricks ... my wife had her hand on another man's cock.

At the same time, his wife was stroking my cock under the water as well. However, I found that watching what was happening with my wife was more exciting. My emotions at that time felt strange. Yes there was a tinge of jealousy, but the butterflies in my stomach more than overcame that. It came very close to the sexual interplay taking us to the next level, but we somehow stopped just short full swap intercourse. We were all caught up in the super-heated moment and thinking only with the sexual sides of our brains. It was Terry who overcame his almost overpowering desire to fully penetrate Grace, when he said “hey guys, how about we take a break and let things cool down a little?” and that basically killed the heat of the moment.

We got out of the hot tub, wrapped ourselves in beach towels, got some drinks and sat on their patio under the stars. It was then that Terry and his wife Jen revealed themselves to be selective swingers, carefully selecting a couple over several meetings, and then forming an exclusive relationship with them, until one or the other couple ended it or moved on. They were still in that partnership at that time, and it was due to their commitment to remain exclusive to their ‘partner’ couple that he had to stop us from going further in the hot tub.

He said, “Trust me when I tell you that doing that was not easy for me to do." We talked more of their relationship with the other couple while we finished our drinks. When we asked them about the danger of STDs they indicated that they had themselves tested from time to time, and insisted that their 'partner' couple did the same as part of the rules or contract for maintaining the relationship, and it had worked well. The exclusive partnership tended to assure continuity on the sexual health side.  

We remained friends, as couples, but over a couple of years our connection with them seemed to dissipate. I saw him after that and we chatted over a couple of beers at a local pub. He indicated that his wife had developed MS and over time, and that due to her developing condition, they stayed home more and didn't mix with others much.

When I asked him of their partnership, he said that it had ended a year or so earlier, and that both couples were somewhat heartbroken to see something so good come to an end. However, his wife's health issues made it difficult for her to remain interested. Jen had told him, as her disability progressed, that he could see other women, if he wanted, but discreetly. He chose to not take her up on her offer. We became occasional fishing buddies and it is now a year later.

After our hot tub experience with them, I tried to bring the topic up with Grace on a couple of occasions, but she made it apparent that her interest in “that sort of thing” was no longer there. Grace had always been religious and I wondered if religion had taken over her sexual side. It was disinterest in having sex with others that caused me to fear her reaction to my suggestion for a ‘cure’ to our sexual dysfunction.  

I began to think that Terry might be perfect for us. I did recall that my Grace was impressed with his cock, both flaccid and erect, during our time in their hot tub, and if my memory served me correctly, she really was quite taken by both him and his cock. And now she did still like him as a friend.

Moreover, my fear of possible STDs was covered by their efforts to remain STD free. And, he was my friend and I trusted him. Grace and I talked about asking him and she thought it would be okay. I did sense some reluctance, she still agreed.

I spoke with Terry shortly after that, he agreed to spend an evening with us and picked the night for our get together, Friday, January 4. He had chosen that night because his wife was spending that weekend with her parents, some 100 miles away. He did say that he would tell her about our invitation.

A couple of weeks passed, and then Christmas and New Years came and went, and suddenly, came the night of the ‘event.’ I had given Terry a quick call and he confirmed that he would be at our place around 9 pm.

In the time that passed leading up to the big night my wife and I made love a couple of times, and I must say it was very good - for both of us. We spoke only briefly of our get together, mainly to see how she felt about it. I had thought she would be more excited but she still seemed, not reluctant, but apprehensive - as I was. The last thing I want to see happen is a ruined marriage, and as a side and lesser issue, a lost or damaged friendship.  

So there we were. I took the afternoon off in preparation for our evening. After dinner, I took a little time out to think about the night while Grace was getting herself ready for our guest. I will say that I was feeling a little apprehensive about how the evening might proceed. In particular, part of me wished I hadn't set this plan in motion (cold feet), but my wife's rules indicated that she intended to control the evening and it might not lead to intercourse, just good titillating fun. 

Friday Evening – Grace’s Special Night
I had done the shopping for the evening, picking up some snacks, pop, beer, and wine, just to cover all the bases. I had also picked up a pack of large condoms (I remembered Terry’s size from our hot tub evening with them) to make sure they were on hand when (I think I mean if) called for. Grace had not mentioned condoms so I wondered if she had thought about that and disregarded it or if she had just not had the thought. The first possibility was very exciting to me. For me the thought of another man shooting his cum into my wife's unprotected pussy would always give me a raging erection. I wondered if it excited Grace as much as it did me.

Early in the evening, I tidied up the house while Grace got ready for Terry’s arrival. She had bathed, done her hair, and had put on a sexy halter top dress that she hadn’t worn in some time. She really looked hot in it and I told her so. Her breasts are around a 36C and still surprisingly perky for her age, so the halter top was filled out quite nicely, though a little open at the sides. The skirt part of the dress was not overly sexual, but it did reveal a good expanse of her still very attractive legs.

She came over to me, pressed herself against me and gave me a long, sensuous kiss. She hadn’t kissed me like that since forever. Her breath was hot; she tasted good and smelled incredible. I began to wish her preparation had been for me and not Terry, but maybe it was for both of us. On the other hand, I was certain that Terry would be attracted to her, and so the night should go as planned. Except there was no plan, so I suggested we get a couple of glasses of wine, sit and talk about how the evening would at least start out.

We agreed that initially we would sit and chat for a while over some drinks in the family room. The family room has a couple of love seats set up at right angles, a large square coffee table (rounded edges and corners so you could put your feet on it comfortably) a big screen LED HD TV with a surround sound system, and a card table and chairs off to one side. After a while we would suggest a board game and then perhaps watch a movie together – I had a good selection of hot couples and soft swing porno movies.

That was about as much planning as we could do. The rest would have to play itself out. Grace seemed quite nervous, but I sensed a hint of excitement mixed in with her nervousness. As for me, my apprehensiveness was waning and being replaced by anticipation. She took the time to remind me of our agreed terms of conduct for the evening, and I again agreed to abide by them. I had told Terry that the evening could become a little ‘risqué,’ considering this would be our belated New Years Eve, so to speak, and he said he was fine with that. We awaited his arrival.

It had begun snowing quite heavily a little earlier and I became concerned that he might cancel due to road conditions – but he didn’t. At a little after 9 pm he arrived bearing gifts – a couple of bottles of really good wine. He said the roads were getting heavy and was a little concerned about getting home. I told him that we had a guest bedroom and he was more than welcome to stay the night, especially since he would be drinking. He thought that to be a good idea and seemed to immediately become more relaxed.

I took his coat and the wine and suggested that he and Grace make themselves comfortable in the family room while I fixed some drinks for us. I told him of our assortment of alcoholic beverages available, and he said that since he was staying over, he’d start with a couple of glasses of wine and maybe switch to rye a little later. Grace is not much of a drinker, so I made her a white wine spritzer while I had red wine along with Terry.

When I brought the drinks into the family room he and Grace were seated on the same love seat. Grace told me she thought she’d sit beside Terry so he wouldn’t feel like a fifth wheel, and I said that was a great idea. I passed out the drinks and brought back some snacks, then sat at the end of the second love seat, closest to Grace. That worked out really well, because Terry could sit a little sideways to look at Grace, or look past Grace to talk to me.

We chatted and told some funny stories for a while. I noticed that when Grace said something cute or funny, Terry would laugh and touch her shoulder or back. He was finishing his second wine and was completely loose and comfortable with us. Grace didn’t react to his touches initially, then gradually relaxed herself, occasionally touching his knee or lower thigh when laughing at something Terry had said. They were flirting, and right in front of me! It was fascinating to watch.

Terry’s glances at Grace became longer and more frequent – she was looking gorgeous tonight – and when she leaned forward to reach for her wine or put it back down, she provided Terry with an incredible side view of her right breast. His breathing increased each time she did that. Lucky him, as my angle of view wasn’t very good.

After watching their sexual tension build for a while (at one point he reached over to her and she took his hand and held it), I said we could play a board game, or if they wanted, I could fix us some more drinks and put on a movie. They both liked the movie idea, so I suggested that we freshen ourselves up, then I’d go through our BluRays for something appropriate and get some fresh drinks. Terry got up and gave Grace his hand, which she took. He headed off to the powder room in the hall, while Grace went back to the bathroom in the master bedroom.

I fixed our next round of drinks – Terry said he would like to switch to the rye, two fingers on the rocks, while I made another wine spritzer for Grace. I was drinking conservatively, making sure the alcohol didn’t prevent me from missing a thing. When I returned to the family room, Terry was sitting down in the same place as I set the drinks down. I noticed he had put on a little cologne in the powder room. I told him I had to go to the bedroom to go through our movies. I told him that most of our movies were on the sexy or erotic side and he said that he didn’t care, because he was here for the company and not the quality of our DVDs (great).

I told him to make himself comfortable, that Grace would be back in a minute and that I would be a few minutes longer while I went through our movies. Just before I left, Terry said “Grace is just so gorgeous, you are a very lucky man to have her. I’m sorry but I can barely take my eyes off her, and I hope you will excuse my touching”. I said “Terry, just relax and, if you want, show her how you feel about her. I won’t mind and I’m sure she’d love it.”

Grace was just finishing up in the bedroom as I went in. I gave her a hug from behind (I couldn’t hide a partial erection that I had been trying to restrain) and asked her how she was doing. I could smell her mild cologne and her musky smell of arousal. She said “fine” in a bit of a shaky voice and “I’m not sure how far I can take this, but I need you to support me in whatever I decide to do.” I said “I love you honey and will always be there for you,” and gave her a kiss on the neck, at which point she pushed her bottom back into my partial erection. She gave me a weak smile and a bit of a wave as she left the bedroom.

I went over to my stash of erotic DVDs and selected a swinger movie that I had found very realistic and ultra-erotic. It involved two couples in their late forties or early fifties and had a reluctant swap theme. Essentially the movie unfolded much as our evening had begun, except in the movie there were four instead of three people. Oddly, the set involved two love seats configured the same as ours. A coincidence, but hey, all’s fair in love and sex! I then took a leak and freshened up a bit, deciding to stay in the bedroom for about five minutes before flushing and going back to the family room – in the hopes that Grace and Terry had taken advantage of my absence to become sexually reacquainted. At the last minute I remembered to pocket a pack of condoms.

I made a little noise returning and saw that they were somewhat flustered as I came back into the room. I think they had been kissing and were just breaking from the kiss, their breathing was a little rapid and they were both a little flushed. There was a little rustling behind me as I set up the DVD. I slid the DVD tray in and turned to go back to my seat with the remote.

Terry and Grace had changed places on the love seat and Grace said “given the angle of the TV from us (it was not quite centered, rather off to the right for them) I thought it would be more comfortable for Terry to not have to turn his head to watch the movie, and I can lean back against him if it I need to, if that’s alright with you, Terry.” Terry nodded and Grace said to me “I hope you don’t mind honey.” I said “we’re all friends sweetheart and trust each other, so just be comfortable and enjoy the movie and the evening.”

Earlier, we had all taken our shoes and socks off so we could enjoy the feel of our super plush carpet on our feet and be able to put our feet up on the coffee table. It was hard to imagine that we could be any more comfortable and still have clothes on, and I started the movie.

The movie’s storyline described how the couples had met through a website, and were now at the point of working up to their first swap. We were about fifteen minutes in and the couples on the screen had switched partners, but had not quite finished their small talk, though some kissing had taken place. I put the movie on pause and asked if I could freshen up their drinks, and both said yes, so I headed off to the kitchen. Grace called after me “honey, please make mine a glass of wine.”

I didn’t want to be too long, but long enough for their sexual tension to progress a little more. I poured Terry two more fingers of rye over ice and two glasses of white wine for Grace and for myself. Terry was feeling the drinks a little bit, was quite relaxed and enjoying himself, so another ‘stiff’ one wouldn’t hurt him. Grace wasn’t a drinker and the wine in her earlier spritzers had given her a bit of a glow.

I came back into the room with the drinks and noticed that they were sitting much closer together. Grace had her right leg up on the coffee table and as I set their drinks down, thought that I could almost see her panties. Then I sat down and said “on with the show,” and restarted the movie.

The couples onscreen were becoming quite intimate as they kissed and groped each other. It was really quite erotic, especially with the surround sound pounding out the sound of their heavy breathing. I watched the screen, while watching Grace and Terry out of the corner of my eye. Terry had put his right arm around Grace’s shoulder and had pulled her to him, his hand coming into contact with her bare skin not covered by the halter top.

I heard him said “Grace, you are so incredibly sexy and beautiful,” then with his left hand he touched her face and brought their lips together. Just then he brought his head up abruptly, apparently realizing that I was in the room and likely watching. He said something to her, and I could hear her reply “Dave’s ok with this Terry. I’ll let you know when to stop.” He slowly relaxed and their lips came together.

They briefly lip kissed, then slowly and with open mouths Grace slid her tongue into Terry’s mouth and I could see his tongue surging over her tongue and into her mouth. As their tongues collided, and swirled together, the kiss became very passionate. I was almost trembling with excitement and had a very hard cock.

When their lips parted, she looked momentarily as though she was going to push him away, then he kissed her again, and I heard a little moan as she succumbed to the heat of the moment. That kiss went on for quite some time as the sound of their breathing started to compete with that of the couples onscreen. I wanted to grab my cock, but was afraid if I did I might climax in my pants. Instead I watched as my wife and another man kissed very passionately.

I was almost trembling when I saw Terry's right hand slide down to my wife's right breast, pulling the material of her halter top aside and holding the fullness of her breast in his palm. I didn't think it could get any hotter in the room, but it did. Grace turned slightly toward Terry and raised her right leg up over his legs. I gasped a bit as I saw her sweet moist pussy – she wasn’t wearing any panties! She must have taken them off when she went to the bathroom. Her pubic hair was naturally short and somewhat thin, making her outer lips easily visible. I could see that she was very aroused from the wetness evident in the area of her vaginal opening. It had been a long time since I saw my wife moisten like that.

I was absolutely spellbound, watching the scene involving my wife and Terry unfold before me. The room was getting quite warm and I found myself shaking a little from the excitement of watching their sexual connection. I loosened my slacks to relieve my building erection. They broke from the kiss briefly, their lips remaining loosely together, panting hot breath into each other’s mouths, as Terry dropped his left hand to Grace’s inner thigh.

Their tongues entwined again, as he slid his hand up between her open legs. Grace moaned and I heard an audible gasp from Terry as his fingers came in contact with her wet pubic hair and her outer pussy lips. Then he moaned a little and continued to suck on her tongue. Terry’s slacks were starting to bulge and Grace let her right hand slide down to his groin, pressing her palm against his engorged cock. I was breathing hard as I watched my wife stroke his cock through his pants. I wanted her to take it out.

That was incredible, even hotter than I had imagined it would be. As they broke the kiss again, Grace looked inquiringly toward me, and I smiled and gave her an affirmative nod. She quickly stood up and in one quick move, stripped off her dress. Now completely nude (an astonishing sight to me), in a hoarse whisper she told Terry to remove his shirt while she went to work on his belt. After unzipping him, she slid his slacks and shorts off, allowing his rising cock to come into view.

I am about six or seven inches and thought him to be bigger than me. He was. As he became fully erect, I could see he was all of eight inches, possibly nine and a little thicker, but the one thing that really stood out was just how perfectly shaped his erect cock was, right down to the curvature and it’s proportionately shaped glans. Grace obviously thought the same as I did, as she momentarily looked at it and said “Oh my God Terry, it’s gorgeous.”

I watched her stroke him. I could see the head of his cock swell as copious drops of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his cock. Grace used it to lubricate her hand as she slowly stroked him. Her eyes seemed hooded over as her hand went from the base of his long cock to the tip, forcing more juice from the opening. I wondered if she was going to suck him. I wanted her to.

Then it happened. Right there in front of me I saw my wife drop her head and lick the head of another man's cock. Terry moaned and lifted his hips. Pre-cum was oozing from his cock head and Grace licked it up as fast as it flowed out. I realized I was holding my breath as I waited for the inevitable. I thought I might pass out when I saw her open her mouth and take the head inside. All three of us moaned.

With her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, I watched her suck the head. Then she stroked him, probably encouraging more pre-cum into her sucking mouth. MY WIFE WAS SUCKING ANOTHER MAN'S COCK, and I was watching. My cock was throbbing so much that I knew I would climax if I just touched it.

After sucking him for some time, Grace pulled back. I saw a string of his pre-cum hanging between her lips and his cock. Then she turned to me ... staring right at me ... she licked her lips. I moaned and had to close my eyes. With a smile Grace stood up for a moment. I stared at her gorgeous breasts and pussy. I could see glistening juice on the inside of her thighs. She was very, very wet. She looked at me with an expression that said, "Stop this now ... or I am going to fuck him."

I think I nodded at her unspoken question. Then she turned back to her would-be lover and threw herself on him, her breasts crushing against his chest, as she drove her tongue into his mouth again. As they writhed together on the love seat, Terry slid down onto his back while Grace lay on top of him. Without breaking the kiss Grace raised herself onto her left side to allow Terry to feel her moist mound and penetrate her digitally with his left hand.

I’m going to let Grace report more on the love-making she experienced with Terry, but I must say the sound of their passion was almost paralyzing (I had long since turned the sound down on the movie).

I watched as Grace spread her legs, pushed herself up on her knees, reached between them and took the head of his cock between her thumb and fingers of her right hand and started to rub the underside of his perfect cock head against her soaking wet vaginal opening. I knew then that my dear wife was about to invite Terry inside her body.

It was at that point she seemed to hesitate, either as a last consideration against going ahead, or thinking of the condoms she had insisted upon using. I had already realized that the condoms I purchased were likely too small for Terry’s member. I watched, holding my breath again as she positioned his cock at her entrance. She looked over her shoulder at me to give me one last chance. I didn't respond and she took that as an okay.

Suddenly she moaned loudly as she pushed down on his pre-cum covered cock head and it slid inside her. There was some resistance initially. Then all three of us audibly had a deep intake of breath as his cock head slid past her inner lips.

Then Grace paused again, as if to consider what to do next – but my dear wife was obviously enjoying the moment just before continuing to push down on his erect member to the point that he was fully buried inside her. And there she paused again, moving slightly. With his length, his cock head had to be pressing against her cervix (I seldom achieved that, not having his length). Then they started to thrust slowly and gently against each other.

I watched in awe as his bare cock slide in and out of her, becoming more lubricated with her juices with each thrust. Her pussy lips clung tightly to his cock as he withdrew. Then they folded in on his cock as he thrust deeply into her. Their breathing was rapid and they were staring directly into each other’s eyes. They held their gaze while their thrusting slowly increased in tempo. Then Grace fell forward and fed her tongue into his waiting mouth.

Although fully impaled by his cock, she continued to thrust and grind against him. Their breathing was becoming somewhat ragged and Grace moaned into his mouth as their tongues probed and swirled together. Their lips touched as their sexual intensity increased and they breathed hotly into each other’s mouths. Then their mouths clashed again, tongues probing deeply into each other’s mouths as I heard Grace made a mewing sound.

The realization suddenly struck me ... my wife was taking another man's cock into her pussy. She was fucking another man. I had to let go of my cock or risk climaxing. The vision of their mating, coupled with the sound of their passion and the overpowering smell of sex was intoxicating, making me a little light-headed. I was about three feet away from them, so close I could reach out and touch them, but not having been invited, I remained a spectator - but in my mind I was part of this incredible sexual spectacle.

Their lips parted as each gasped for air while their thrusting became more urgent. Terry began to gasp more audibly and he started to jerk slightly. Grace must have sensed his spastic movements and gasped in a hoarse voice, "Cum inside me, Terry, cum inside me.” Then she rose back into a full mount and began to glide up and down on his fully engorged cock and met his suddenly rapid upward thrusting. I wondered if I had heard her correctly. Had she asked him to cum inside her? I almost reached for the package of condoms, but it was far too late for that. It was her choice. I was shaking all over by then.

Then Terry started to take air in rapid, short gasps, followed by a huge loud air intake, and then he shuddered violently and exhaled loudly as he thrust hard into her and I knew he was ejaculatuing deep inside my Grace over and over again. I knew she was sensing or feeling his hot ejaculate inside her, filling her with his cum. I could actually see Terry's cock pulsing and instinctively knew what that meant. Grace began to quiver and moan “Oh Jesus, oh Jesus Terry, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Then Grace stifled a scream as she fell forward and they wrapped their arms around each other as her legs straightened and shot back so that she was stretched out on top of him while still fully impaled by his still-throbbing and thrusting member. Their pubic bones meshed as he thrust his rock hard cock deep inside her with his cock head undoubtedly pressed hard against her cervical opening, made possible by its curvature.

His cock was buried so deeply inside her that only a sliver of the base of his cock could be seen. Terry’s arms were gripping my wife and her breasts were flattened against his chest. Their lips met as they gripped each other wildly, and as their tongues collided and they moaned almost in unison. His body continued to jerk as Grace was shaking uncontrollably and her breathing was ragged – both were in the throes of a wondrous orgasm.

While Grace quivered and shook wildly, her breathing sounded like she was trying to inhale and exhale at the same time. I had stopped breathing during their coupling and felt a sense of euphoria, saying out loud “Jesus this is incredible – oh my god they are so hot they’re beautiful together,” and then hoping they didn’t hear me. Given their ongoing orgasmic state, I seriously doubt they did, as they were clearly oblivious to everything but each other, even to me no more than an arm’s length away from them.

It was incredible to witness and be so close to their continuous sexual union. I was certain that Grace and I had never experienced anything like their near simultaneous orgasms. I did not know that Grace was capable of such an explosive orgasm. As they kissed and thrashed against each other, at the peak of their orgasms, the explosiveness of it could only be called violent.

Then, it was over. Terry stopped his jerking first and his body went limp, while Grace’s orgasm carried on quite a bit longer then faded and her quivering slowly subsided. She continued to lie on top of him, her muscles slowly relaxing and her face buried in his neck. I heard her whisper hoarsely “Oh God Terry, that was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced and I love you for it.” I believe I heard him say back to her “And I love you too, Grace.”

Their words startled me, but considering the circumstances, perhaps not surprising. From my observation they had become overcome by their passion and had completely forgotten that I was in the room with them, and no more than three feet away the whole time.

I sat there excited, but also feeling the pangs of jealously ... another man had just fucked my wife ... my bride ... and I had not only allowed it, but encouraged it. He had his semen inside her. His cock had pumped all of his sperm into her willing pussy. My cock was still throbbing and ready to explode.

They lay together for some time as their breathing returned to near normal. Terry’s erection had slowly subsided, but remained deep inside my dear wife’s vagina. Grace then slowly let her legs part, allowing his cock to slowly slide out of her still-quivering vagina. What followed was a surge of pure white semen, followed by more globs of it. I swear I could smell it, and it was not unpleasant.

At that point I could hold off no longer. I ran my hand up and down my cock and suddenly it exploded. It shot upward and my juices landed on my chest with a splat. I suppressed my moan of pleasure, almost embarrassed that I had sat there and masturbated like a teenager watching porn. Before the last throb I thought about the fact that Grace was still ovulating regularly ... she could get pregnant! If ever there was a copulation that should result in pregnancy that was it!

They continued to lie there, as if one, and Grace was cooing softly into Terry’s ear, and at some point I heard Terry whisper “Oh my God Grace, you were wonderful.” I quietly and slowly cleaned up my semen, and snuck off to the bedroom. I cleaned myself up, threw on a robe, grabbed Grace’s robe and a spare of mine. Then I returned to the family room, just as slowly and quietly.

That was a moment I wanted them to thoroughly enjoy, without any interruptions from me. It was passion at a level which a man and a woman rarely experience. Albeit the man was a friend of mine and the woman was my wife. However, it was my idea, so I was determined not to break the semi-slumber love spell they were in. It was to be that I wasn’t part of their lovemaking (there was no room for three anyway), but being there was the next best thing.

I sat and nursed a glass of wine and watched them embrace and caress each other. My emotions were somewhat in turmoil and I pushed my thoughts aside by looking at them and recalling the experience. That gave me mild flashbacks which were kind of sensual.

Then Grace stirred, raised and turned her head to look my way, and I tensed as she opened her eyes. She seemed a little startled at first but I smiled and gave her a little wink. She smiled back, visibly relaxed, and mouthed an “I love you” toward me. That reassured me and the warmth and intimacy of the moment returned. It was a feeling you long for, but seldom experience – call it a glow and it included the three of us.

Grace raised herself gently from Terry and he opened his eyes. He gazed at Grace and smiled at her, and then he noticed me, also with a start. I said “Terry, you’re with friends,” and he smiled at me.

As Terry sat up, I handed Grace her bathrobe and passed the extra one to Terry. I said “toss these on and go freshen up while I put on some coffee – we’ve had quite a night.” Grace asked “do you mind if we take a quick shower honey?” I said “go ahead, the coffee will take about five minutes or so, that’ll give enough time.” It was not lost on me that Grace had said “we,” and I felt a twinge of jealousy ping in my groin area, an odd but not unpleasant feeling.

As I suspected, they must have showered together because they weren’t gone long enough to shower separately or make love again. While they were showering I had returned to the family room to take up their clothes, putting Terry’s in the guest room and Grace’s in a linen closet in the hall. I could hear the sound of running water from our shower in the hallway. I started the coffee and then did a cleanup of glasses from the coffee table, and just generally straightened things up. Back in the kitchen, I quickly put out some cold cuts and fresh bread for a late snack (somehow the time had gotten to 1:15 am). I sure could use something to eat and I would be surprised if they didn’t feel the same way.

Terry appeared first, in the loaner robe, looking much fresher and a little sheepish. I said “Terry, make yourself comfortable in the family room while I get our coffee ready – or would you like something else to drink?” Terry said “coffee would be perfect, please, and, oh yes, Grace asked if you could see her in the bedroom.” I said “ok” and headed down the hall.

Grace was just slipping into her robe, and I noted that she was nude under it. Mind you, we all were. She turned toward me as I came up to her, putting my arms around her, and she put her arms around me, hugged me back firmly, then raised her face to give me a short, sweet loving kiss. She had put on fresh perfume, but I could still smell sex from their coupling.

I whispered “Terry said you wanted to see me – do you want to talk about what happened tonight?” Grace said, “Not right now, but I do want to ask you something. Would you mind if I continue to give Terry my attention for the remainder of the evening? After what we’ve just done I don’t want to just drop him cold, as though it meant nothing to me, because it did mean something. Please don’t be upset. You’re my husband and I love you dearly, but I just want to see the evening through with Terry.”

I told her “Grace, I love you too, it is still your evening and I don’t recall putting any time limitations on tonight, so do what you feel is right for you and Terry. Remember, based on rules for the evening to which I agreed, I became an observer, and let’s not forget that I was the initiator of tonight’s events.” Grace said, “When we are having our coffee, we certainly can’t sit there and act as though tonight didn’t happen, so I think we should talk openly. We can still talk privately about it when Terry is not here.”

I said “Grace, I love you and trust you. Let’s go ahead and speak our minds.” Grace gave me another, slightly more passionate kiss, her tongue lingering in my mouth. I took a chance and reached between her legs and ran my finger between her wet lips. "You are very wet there," I said, stating the obvious. "Yes, and you know why." Then she kissed me again and we headed out of the bedroom.

As I headed back to the kitchen to fix up our coffee, I was thinking that I didn’t know how this was going to go and a part of me was screaming at me to shut it down. On the other hand, I had instigated and facilitated tonight in every way and couldn’t help but feel that the opportunity to put a stop to this had come and gone. Moreover, I couldn’t discard the nagging feeling that Grace’s relationship with me, although still marital, had changed in other ways. I had wanted change but was apparently uncertain as to what change I wanted, and if unanticipated change occurred, would I be able to live with it.

Grace was sitting next to Terry on the love seat. I put the coffee tray and sandwiches down in front of them and went to sit down where I had been before. Grace and Terry both reached forward to take a sandwich and when they sat back down I noticed that Grace was now closer to Terry, her left side and leg contacting his right. Her move surprised Terry a little but didn’t surprise me as Grace had sort of intimated that she would do something to keep Terry feeling involved.

Grace ate her sandwich and said, “Thanks sweetheart, this is really nice.” Terry said, as he choked down a mouthful, "Yes, thanks Dave, this is really hitting the spot.” I told them it was my pleasure and we finished our sandwiches in silence. Then we each got our coffee and began to sip at them. The silence was almost unbearable, and I wondered who would be the first to break it – my money was on Grace!

To my surprise Terry cleared his throat and said “I’d like to say something,” to which I nodded. He took a bigger breath and continued “I was certainly happy to get the invitation from you, Dave, to come over here tonight and spend the evening with you and Grace. I thought we’d have some drinks, tell stories and just have a good evening together. My God, I couldn’t have been more wrong, and I am so glad that I was. Bar none this has been the most incredible evening that I’ve ever experienced, more particularly as it was totally unexpected. Grace, you are not only gorgeous, you were incredible tonight. I can’t even describe how truly grateful I am for the experience we shared. And Dave, thank you for allowing it to happen – I don’t know what else to say but thank you to both of you again. Jen and I haven’t made love in some time due to her illness and I have remained faithful to her, until tonight. You have no idea how badly I needed that. I didn’t know until it happened.

“One other thing, Jen will not know of this, although she gave me her permission some time ago, but I fear that in her current health it would hurt her badly. I assure you that tonight’s events stays with the three of us. In fact I’m feeling a little guilty, not for what happened, but for her not being able to be here and be part of this evening.”

I quickly said, “Don’t sweat it Terry. We’re still all friends; perhaps I should now say very close friends.”

Grace, her face still flushed with a nice pink glow, turned toward Terry, took his hand into her lap and said “Terry, Dave and I didn’t know how the evening would turn out. At the very least, we would have had a good time together over drinks and perhaps talk of getting together again sometime. To be totally honest, this didn’t happen by accident – that is your being invited over tonight. We had talked about having an evening with another person, which would be a little on the risqué side. Dave identified you and I agreed. As to how the evening unfolded and culminated in our making love, that was spontaneous on both our parts, and Dave remained with us to support me, no matter what happened.”

“Terry, your response to my flirting and sexual innuendo went beyond my wildest dreams, and while it was in the back of my mind as a possibility, I didn’t set out to make love with you, and more particularly have sexual intercourse with you in front of Dave this evening. Believe me when I say that, in spite of the pleasure you were giving me, I fully intended to stop short of intercourse. Dave and I had planned the evening to some extent and we had agreed that no matter what happened he was to stay in the room and not intervene or become a participant, unless I asked him to do so. Dave honey, I don’t know how you could bear to watch Terry and I make love, but thank you and know that I love you deeply.”

Grace continued, "There were several points during the evening during which I felt pangs guilt and a feeling that it was time to stop what we were doing. At each virtual break point, I reasoned that I would carry on a little further and one of us, that is either Terry or I would end it. That didn’t happen, obviously, as I was so totally overcome by the heat of the moment that I could no longer control myself.”

“Terry, please don’t take what I am about to say the wrong way, as I want this evening to end on an upbeat note and I do so want the three of us to remain friends. Terry tonight turned out to be a release for me, a release of my sexual inhibitions. Dave and I make love fairly often, enjoy doing so, and we love each other, but something was missing. It is not a negative reflection on my generous and loving husband when I say that the physical and emotional experiences you helped me attain during our lovemaking were truly amazing.” She squeezed his hand and said “In fact I can still feel my body tingling a bit.”

I was the only one who hadn’t really said much, and was scrambling a bit to put my thoughts together. I said “this evening was my idea, and as Grace said, she agreed that it be you, because she knew you from when we got together years ago as couples, in your hot tub, and trusted you. Terry, I hope her… no, our trust in you is not in vain.

“As for me, I had more or less prepared myself for you and Grace to end up making love, but wasn’t really expecting it to happen. I was a little shocked at the point at which you penetrated Grace, but was so highly stimulated by the sight of the two of you and my closeness to you, I felt powerless to do or say anything, just continuing to watch and let it happen. I was stunned but mostly in awe of the passion the two of you had for each other tonight. I don’t think I could have broken the two of you up with a fire hose! The intensity of your sexual union was breathtaking and in the end I have to admit that it was truly an enjoyable evening for me as well.”

Both Terry and Grace were visibly relieved at my words. I then suggested that we turn in. I told Terry that he could sleep as late as he wanted and we would have breakfast together before he headed home. When they stood up, Grace faced Terry, put her arms around his waist, pulling him in to her, said, "Thank you again”, then pulled him in closer and gave him a deep, sensuous kiss.

Terry responded positively by taking her tongue deeply into his mouth, while almost imperceptibly grinding his groin against her stomach. When they broke the kiss, Grace said, “Good night” while looking into his eyes, then broke their embrace and headed for our bedroom. Terry was visibly embarrassed, as his cock had been becoming erect again and it was noticeable through the robe. He gave me a little wave and headed to the guest room as I said to his back, “Good night, my friend – sleep well.”

I took the dishes and cups to the kitchen and headed to the bedroom. Grace was already in bed and was smiling at me as I came into the bedroom. I undressed, turned out the light and slid in beside her. I always slept in the nude, while Grace usually wore at least a sort of PJ bottom, but not that night. We turned toward each other and embraced. I was hard in an instant and pressed my rigid cock against her crotch and stomach. We were both breathing deeply and looking into each other’s eyes. “I love you” Grace breathed into my mouth, and I said “I love you too, Grace” as our lips came together in a slow, sensual kiss which soon involved our tongues. God she tasted good.

I sensed that she wanted to be held and cuddled for a while, and while my raging hard-on was silently screaming for release, I decided to not try to engage her in lovemaking that night. Time was on my side. After some more kissing and cuddling, Grace whispered “Thank you again for this most incredible evening and I hope we can talk about doing it again sometime, but with Terry, of course.” I simply said “OK.”

Grace said “Good night, my love” and rolled over. I was a little surprised at her reaction. I still had an erection and wanted to make love to her. Then I thought that she might not be comfortable with me penetrating her with some of Terry's sperm still inside her. However, the thought of that was strangely exciting to me.

I thought about masturbating but decided not to. I looked over at Grace and saw that she was asleep. In spite of being tired I lay awake a long while reliving the evening and wrestling with the possibilities of what would happen the next day and beyond.

Grace’s Perspective on the First Time She Was Shared

I’ll start at the point where my husband, David, first proposed the wager which ultimately led to our special evening. I remembered Terry quite vividly from our evening with him and his wife, Jen, in their hot tub.

We had been drinking and had climbed nude into their hot tub. We started as couples, kissing and embracing each other and then moving to inter-couple hugs and kissing. When Terry and I kissed, it was electric, as I had not kissed another man since David and I had been married.

Terry’s tongue had probed my mouth and I had let myself go, probing his tongue with mine. I had reaching for his cock and felt his erection slowly expand in my hand. It was huge, uncircumcised and thick. I saw that David had started kissing Jen, Terry’s wife, and I could see that she was stroking his cock as well.

I had straddled Terry and could feel his large cock head pressing against my pussy and begin to pry my outer lips apart and almost penetrate me when he suddenly stopped.

We cooled off immediately as Terry explained that he and Jen were in a relationship with another couple, and that it was an exclusive relationship. Therefore we could go no further.

I would have let him fuck me right then and there as I had to know what his huge cock felt like inside me, but I never told David. He never knew how close he came to watching me get fucked by another man that night. While I thought about it occasionally and sometimes masturbated while recalling the evening, eventually I let it slip from my mind… until the bet, which I was happy to win.

When David suggested that we have a threesome with Terry, I was coy and expressed reluctance. However the suggestion immediately brought back memories of our night in their hot tub, and it excited me to think that I might get his wondrous monster of a cock inside me. After some coaxing, I agreed but put a few rules to such an encounter.

My rules were:
1. The encounter was to happen in our own home,
2. David was to be present the entire time,
3. I would let Terry take the lead but would attempt to keep the encounter at a pace which would permit me to slow or stop it altogether,
4. David was not to tell him that the evening might lead to intercourse,
5. If it did lead to intercourse, Terry would have to wear a condom,
6. Once we started to fuck, David could not interrupt us, and
7. It would not be a threesome unless I invited David to join us and Terry agreed.

Without hesitation David agreed to the rules, although I was surprised at his willingness to go ahead. Recalling the memory of Terry’s cock head pressing between my vaginal lips was making me wet and eager with anticipation, although outwardly, I was still showing doubt to David.

I assumed that David was talking to Terry to feel him out about coming around to our place. He told me that Terry would like to spend a weekend with us and picked Friday, February 12. His wife, Jen had become disabled and would be spending the night with her parents some 100 miles away, so he was free to spend a night with us.

Almost suddenly the night of the event arrived. Terry informed David that he would be here at around 9 pm.

In the weeks leading up to that day, David and I made love several times and I found myself enjoying it more than usual. David gently probed me about our proposed get together to see how I felt about it. I was on fire with excitement on the inside, but continued to outwardly show apprehension, kind of leaving David wondering what would happen, but the die was cast.

That day David shopped, picking up snacks, some bottles of the wine I liked. He also picked up a pack of large condoms, however, having recalled the size of Terry’s erect cock from our hot tub evening, I was certain he should have bought extra-large. I didn’t mention it to him.

I bathed and put on a sexy halter top, which gave a good showing of my 36C breasts. The skirt I wore was short enough to show lots of leg. The last thing I thought about was panties and, letting out a held-in breath, I decided to not wear any.

Terry arrived just a little late and expressed some concern about getting home later in the heavy snow. We told him he could stay in the guest room, so time was not an issue.

As he was staying over, Terry said he would start out on wine and switch to rye later.
David brought out a white wine for Terry, a wine spritzer for me and he had a wine himself. We had the two love seats, actually small sofas, set up in an L shape and Terry and I sat together on one of them, telling David that Terry would feel more comfortable, rather than sitting by himself. David said it was a great idea.

We chatted and joked while we sipped our drinks. I felt Terry moving closer to me and touching my shoulder. After Terry had his second wine I could see him relaxing more, and I touched his knee and inside lower thigh as we laughed during our conversation. When I reached forward for my wine or to put it back down, my halter top would fall open giving Terry a good view of my right breast. I sensed his enjoyment of the sight as his breathing increased a little each time.

We were actually flirting with each other and I was enjoying it immensely. The sexual tension built slowly, and we continued to flirt. David noticed it as well, but his demeanor remained unchanged.

David suggested we freshen ourselves up while he looked for an appropriate movie to watch. He mixed another round of drinks. Terry said he would like to switch to rye, two fingers on the rocks, while I said I would like another wine, without the 7-up.

As I headed to the bedroom, David brought the drinks back in as Terry returned and sat in the same place. I stopped briefly in the hallway and overheard David telling Terry that the movie will be on the erotic side, and Terry said that was alright with him. Then I heard Terry say “Grace is just so gorgeous, you are a very lucky man to have her. I’m sorry but I can barely take my eyes off her, and I hope you will excuse my touching.” David told him “Terry, just relax, and if you want, show her how you feel about her. I won’t mind, and I’m sure she’d love it.” As I hurried to the bedroom I shivered a bit from excitement and tension and thought to myself “game on - I wonder how far David will let me go.”

When I returned to the living room, Terry gave me a big smile as I settled down on the love seat right next to him, our bodies now in full contact. He reached around me, brought his face to mine and our lips met, first lightly and then our lips parted simultaneously and our tongues touched and danced. It was electric, and I melted into him as our tongues probed briefly. We broke the kiss when we heard David returning to the living room.

Our breathing was ragged and I felt flushed as we straightened ourselves. David had to know we had been kissing and, oddly, I didn’t care - I was looking forward to more as the night went on.

As David set up the DVD to play the movie, I asked Terry to change places with me. As we did so, I told David that it would be more comfortable for Terry to not have to turn his head to watch the movie and I could lean back against him if I needed to get more comfortable myself.

David started the movie. I didn’t know which one he picked as we had quite a few erotic couples porn films. As it started I recalled that the story line was about two couples who had met through a swingers website, had arranged to get together and were now working up to their first full swap. I had really enjoyed that one in the past, causing me to wonder what it would be like to switch partners and be fucked by a man other than my husband - right in front of him. I now found myself in a position to possibly find out.

The movie started to ramp up with the couples changing partners while engaging in some small talk and exploratory kissing as Terry and I began to nestle into each other. He smelled really good and I badly wanted to kiss him again.

David put the movie on pause and asked if he could freshen up our drinks, to which we both answered yes. I called after David to make mine a full glass of wine again.

As he headed into the kitchen Terry and I came together and our lips collided in a hot passionate tongue probing kiss, which we broke just before David came back with the drinks, sat down near us, and restarted the movie.

As we watched the couples onscreen becoming intimate and removing their clothing while kissing and groping each other, I was becoming hotter and hotter. The sound of their heavy breathing coming from the surround sound drowned out our own heavy breathing.

Terry put his right arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him, as his hand came into contact with my bare skin. He said “Grace, you are so incredibly sexy and beautiful,” then with his left hand he touched my face and brought our lips together. Just as they touched and our mouths opened to receive each other’s tongues, he stopped abruptly, I think because he recalled that David was nearby and watching us.

He said to me softly “David is in the room and I don’t know what to do.” I said (loud enough for David to hear) “David is OK with this Terry - I’ll let you know when to stop.” I could feel him relax and our lips again came together. I immediately slid my tongue into Terry’s mouth and our tongues collided and meshed. He tasted as good as he smelled and the kiss became very passionate.

As we broke the kiss, I pushed back slightly, hesitating a little, deliberately giving David a chance to interrupt or stop us. Then Terry’s mouth was on mine again, kissing me deeply, and a moan escaped from my throat. The kiss went on at length as we gripped each other tightly. My body was telling me to just let go and enjoy this incredibly sexy man. The sound of our breathing was likely competing with that of the two couples, by then fucking on the screen.

As the kiss ended I felt Terry’s hand slide the material of my halter top aside and cup my right breast in his palm. My normally puffy nipples had already hardened into points. I shuddered slightly and turned into him, raising my right leg up over his legs. My skirt, already short, slid up to my hips, completely exposing my pussy, slick with my juices. I glanced at David but he didn’t notice as he was intently looking up my skirt, discovering that I wasn’t wearing panties. He gasped both audibly and visibly when he saw from the glistening wetness of my outer lips that I was very aroused by Terry.

My tongue found Terry’s again and probed his briefly. Then I broke the kiss, our lips remaining loosely together, panting hot breath into each other’s mouths as I felt Terry sliding his left hand up between my open thighs. I moaned at his touch and heard an audible gasp from Terry as his fingers came in contact with my wet pubic hair and outer lips. Then he moaned a little, and as our lips parted, our tongues simultaneously collided, swirled and interplayed until our wide open mouths came together once more.

I slid my right hand down to his crotch and pressed my palm against his semi-engorged cock. I stroked it gently through the material of his pants. Not fully erect, it was (as I had remembered) huge. We broke our kiss and panted heavily into each other’s mouths as Terry’s fingers worked in and out of my dripping pussy.

I quickly gave my husband an inquiring look. Happily, he smiled and nodded approvingly. We could not be stopped now.

Seeing my husband’s clear approval, I stood up and removed my halter top and skirt, leaving me standing completely nude in front of Terry. In a hoarse whisper I told him to remove his shirt as I went to work on his belt. After unzipping him, I slid his slacks and shorts off, releasing his expanding cock. It was gorgeous as it expanded from semi to fully erect. I watched in amazement as his foreskin slowly slid back. His cock head, already dripping pre-cum, came into full view as he became fully erect.

I discovered I had been holding my breath while I admired his wondrous cock. It looked to be eight or nine inches-plus and thick, perfectly shaped with a slight curvature and I said “Oh my God, Terry, it’s gorgeous” as I began to stroke him. It is quite a bit larger than David’s and my hand barely went around the shaft. The head of his cock swelled some more and copious drops of pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip. I used it to lubricate my hand as I continued to slowly stroke him. My eyes clouding over as my hand slid from the base of his cock to the tip and back, forcing more pre-cum from the opening.

I dropped my head to the tip of his cock and licked the pre-cum from the tip. It tasted wonderful, bordering on sweet. Terry moaned and lifted his hips as I took his cock head entirely into my mouth. It filled my mouth and pressed my tongue down as I worked up and down the top of his shaft and base of his glans. The taste of his cock juice was almost overpowering, in a good way. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that my husband was intently watching my ministrations. All three of us moaned as I wrapped my hands around the base and sucked on his cock, forcing more pre-cum down my throat.

I released Terry’s throbbing cock and, licking pre-cum from my lips, turned to look at my husband. I looked at him with an unspoken message which effectively said “Stop this now . . . or I am going to beg Terry to fuck me.” David gazed at me lustfully with a big smile on his face… and nodded his consent.

Understanding his unspoken meaning, I turned back to Terry, who was laying back on the love seat, and threw myself upon him. My breasts crushed against his chest and I drove my tongue into his waiting mouth. Our arms gripping each other, we writhed together on the love seat, making as much contact with each other as possible, while continuing the deep urgent kissing.

Without breaking the kiss I moved slightly to allow Terry’s fingers to feel my moist mound and penetrate me digitally with his left hand as I ran my hand up and down his rock hard cock. The smell, taste and feel of him was intoxicating, heightening my need to feel his wonderful cock inside me.

As we broke the kiss T

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