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We had placed an ad on a swinger website just to test the waters so to speak. When we discussed the possibility of swinging she would say she wasn't interested but would get very wet. After several months, we received a response to our ad from a single male named Jack. His e-mail intrigued Ann because it was well written and very polite. Over the next few weeks he and Ann exchanged e-mails and she got comfortable with him. We then followed with several phone calls and she agreed to meet with him for a drink. The drive to the bar was very tense, neither of us knew what to expect. He was already there when we got there and once we met all the tension went away immediately. He was a good looking guy, with dark hair and a very pleasant personality. She was very attracted to him and I could tell he was attracted to her. We had a great conversation for about an hour and a half and told him that we would get back to him later that evening. The drive home was very different than the drive there, she was very interested in meeting with him again. We had rented a vacation condo for a week and she called him later that evening and invited him to join us there several weeks later. The next several weeks were nerve wracking but we were both ready after many years of discussion. We met him for lunch at a place near our rented condo and continued our conversation. I could tell Ann was hot by her body language and when he excused himself to use the bathroom she told me she was ready for him. When he returned I told him that I had some errands to run and she would drive to our place with him. They spent some time alone getting to know each other then arrived at our place together. Jack and Ann sat on the couch and I sat in a chair across the room and continued the conversation. Ann then excused herself and went into the bedroom to change. She came out in one of her hot outfits and there was no doubt she was ready to play. She sat next to him on the couch and kissed him as he began to feel her very ample tits. It was very erotic to see Ann give herself to another guy while I watched. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock that was very hard by this time. She put it into her mouth and sucked him like only she could do. We were all naked by this time and my cock was as hard as a rock as the events unfolded. She left him briefly to suck my cock and get my assurances that I was Ok. I told her I was and told her to go for it. She then opened a condom, rolled it onto his hard cock and climbed on him facing him. She guided his cock into her hot pussy and pumped up and down on it. There she was fucking a hot guy of her choice right in front of me with my encouragement. The look on her face was shear lust. It was incredible. After a while she climbed off his cock and got down in front of me on all fours and asked me to fuck her from behind. As I fucked her he put his cock in her mouth and she had a cock in both ends for the first time. She asked me to cum in her so I shot the biggest load of my life into her hot pussy as she sucked his cock. The three of us spent the next four hours fucking and sucking in every position imaginable and she had the time of her life. We had all cum multiple times and we just lay on the bed together exhausted. He dressed, kissed her and thanked me for sharing her with him. She had that freshly screwed glow on her face for days and was already looking forward to the next time. We just set the stage and nature took its course.

It had been a few months since I lost my wife. She had finally succumbed to the cancer that has spread so fast the doctors couldn’t keep up with it. The love of my life was gone and I was really feeling desperate. I hadn’t been out socially for over a year as I spent our last months together taking care of her every need. Its really hard to loose someone you have loved for forty years. I guess a little background is in order to help the story line to be more understandable. J and I had a great life together. We shared everything. Everything, that is, except each other. Many times over the years we had fantasized about sharing each other with other people, but we had never taken the plunge. Swinging for us was just a fantasy…nothing more. I don’t think we avoided it because of jealousy or anything like that…we were just too wrapped up in each other to consider actually letting someone else play with us that way. But our sexual escapades were the richer for the fantasy. We enjoyed tremendously watching porn together and getting really hot so we could have tremendously hot fuck sessions. There had been one occasion years ago where we had actually considered getting together with a couple we had met through some friends. They were both good looking and they seemed to have quite an interest in us. We just never broached the subject of sexual activity with them. In fact they were our favorite fantasy couple. We would each pretend to be fucking one of them when we had sex and would describe the feeling of the experience as we pleasured each other. J especially liked it when I called her by T’s name as I plunged deeply into her hot and steaming pussy. And she would call me R as she cried out to me to fuck deeper as she came. One night, just before her passing, J asked me if I would ever consider fucking T. I told her I didn’t know but she asked me to promise her that I would at least consider the idea since she didn’t want me to live without sex. I told her I would consider it A few days later she was gone. As I said in the beginning it’s been a few months since J passed. Last Friday I got a call from R and T. They wanted to know if I would like to go out with them for an evening’s fun on Saturday night. I told R I would think about it and call him back. A few minutes later I got a call from T. She told me that J had asked her to tell me something when the time was right, but she would only tell me in person. I agreed to meet them for a couple of drinks at a local watering hole. Saturday night, I met them and the story begins: I was sitting at the bar when R and T arrived. Dressed casually, R looked very comfortable and was drawing the attention of the single ladies in the bar. T was turning every head with her sexy outfit and tempting good looks. She was very enticing to say the least. They came over and T gave me a peck on the cheek and R shook hands. I ordered a round of drinks and we began to talk about a lot of things. Finally, I asked T what J had wanted her to tell me. R interrupted and said that it would be best if we had that conversation in private and so why didn’t we just leave and go to their place. I figured why not, paid my tab and we left. When we arrived at their condo, T excused herself to go to the bathroom and R and I began to talk. He told me that T was going to do something for J that she had requested and that I was to go along. I really had no idea what was about to happen, but if I had the anticipation would probably have caused me to severely stress out. About that time T walked back into the room wearing a see thru teddy and nothing else. She came over to me, put her arms around my neck and said that J wanted her to fuck me. I looked at R and he said that it was alright and that if I wasn’t up to the job he would be there to take up my slack…that is, if it was all right with me. I was speechless. T didn’t wait for an answer as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her marvelous breasts to my chest and proceeded to kiss me. No, she didn’t kiss me…she pushed her tongue into my mouth and got her lips on my tongue and I thought she would suck it right out of my head. My hands immediately went to her luscious ass and pulled her to me. My cock had instantly gotten hard as was pressing against her mound through my pants. She reached down with one hand and unbuckled my belt while she held the back of my neck with the other. Before I knew what had happened, she had my cock in her hand and my pants were around my ankles. As I stepped out of my pants and kicked off my shoes, T kissed down my chest and began to nuzzle into my pubic hair. I’m not one for shaving my cock and balls and she commented that she loved that just before she took the throbbing head of my cock into her mouth and began to run her tongue around the head. I was in heaven. Within what seemed like only seconds I began to cum like I had not ever had sex. I don’t remember ever having cum that way before. T swallowed most of my cum, but saved some for me as she stood and kissed me inserting her tongue into my mouth sharing with me. At my age {61} I thought I was just a one-shot wonder, but amazingly, my cock stayed hard and I was ready immediately for more. R had been caressing T and playing with her pussy with his fingers and he had her really wet. She led me to the bedroom, pushed me down on my back and sat down on my cock immediately taking all of it as far up her pussy as it would go. Rocking back and forth and humping up and down she rode me for all she was worth. R got on the bed beside us and offered his cock to her. I am only about 6 inches long give or take a half inch but my cock felt a foot long that night. R, on the other hand, is a good eight inches and she had no trouble at all taking all of him, holding him in her throat, his balls against her chin as she slowly ground her clit against the base of my cock. Within minutes she was cumming with a tremendous surge of pleasure washing over her body. She pulled away from R and kissed me as I began to fill her pussy with my own climax. As I began to come down from the highest high I had ever experienced, she lifted her sexy ass off my cock, slid down and engulfed my cum drenched cock into her throat and R filled her wet and hot pussy with his massive cock. She began to cum again. I suddenly remember {as T sucked me to a third climax in less than thirty minutes} that she was supposed to tell me something J had wanted me to know. When I came back to earth R was just emptying his balls deep into T’s hot pussy and her mouth was still full of my cock. Once again she climaxed and then just slumped down on the bed holding my cock in her hand with a look of satisfaction that could only come from complete sexual exhaustion. I asked her what it was that J wanted her to tell me. T said that J and she had talked years ago about being intimate with her and R, but they had decided against it as we were such good friends. She also said that J had told her she had always wanted to become a swinger, but she just didn’t have the courage to do it. J had told T that she wanted me to have the best enjoyment sexually I could and that she wanted T and R to be the ones to give it to me. Wow is all I could think of to say. We spent the rest of the night exploring each other and all three of us had a wonderful time. Maybe sometime I will write about the rest of that night…but for right now this is enough. I feel alive again and what a gift I have received from J. I will never stop loving her.

As a contractor my labor force is definitely on the unreliable side. So it wasn’t really a surprise when one of my workers flaked on me just before a project was due to start. Scrambling for a replacement I thought of a kid that works in maintenance at my wife’s job. Jason is a nice guy, young about 5’7” 150, but he worked like a dog and I knew he could use the money. Since we had to leave for the job very early in the morning and we would stay overnight near the jobsite it was easiest that he just come over the night before and crash in the spare bedroom. My wife never said anything or did anything at all through the evening, but I could tell that there was a slight edge to her behavior. And while we, mostly me, have talked some about swinging, our most recent discussion was one where she made it clear in no uncertain terms that she had no desire to actually try it. We decided to go to bed early since we were going to hit the road at 5 a.m., with a 3 hour drive and an 8 hour work day. As we started to get ready for bed, my wife was already undressed as I was getting all my things ready for the morning as I would be gone for two days. As I was packing she came up behind me wrapped her arms around me and told me how she was going to miss me. While saying this her hand slipped down into my shorts and started to stroke my cock. I reached behind me to touch her and found that she was already all wet. I turned around and looked her in the eye and said - you’re not really thinking about missing me, you’re thinking about having that cock in the other room aren’t you? Before she could react or say anything I grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her down the hallway towards the guest bedroom. She resisted but tried to keep quiet as to not let on that there was anything going on in the hallway. As we got closer to the guestroom door a mix of emotions ran across her face - fear, nerves, a look of shock and excitement. Finally she just kind of came along not really believing that this was happening but at this point just going along. I opened the bedroom door without knocking and Jason sort of jumped up out of bed surprised to see anyone walk in, much less seeing my wife naked in front of me (as I pulled her around and in front of me when walking through the door) and said - “thought you might not be quit ready for sleep yet “. Silence hung in the air for a few seconds as neither my wife or Jason believed that this was actually happening. I took this opportunity to guide my wife over towards Jason, who was by now sitting up on the edge of the bed, by guiding her with both my hands on her hips. When she was right in front of him and standing between his spread legs I guided my wife’s hands down between his legs to grab is cock through his shorts. Jason slowly reached up with both hands and cupped my wife’s breast as he started kissing her belly. With my hand on top of hers we both started to play with his cock, stroking it as it became hard. I don’t know if Jason didn’t care, or still in shock, just didn’t know that it wasn’t just my wife’s hand stroking him, but his cock responded. As Jason’s worked his way down with his tongue to her crotch she lifted her left foot and put it up on the edge of the bed so he could get to her pussy more easily. As he was doing this we were still stroking his cock which was hard by now and fully out of his shorts. I turned my wife over so she could lay down on the corner of the bed with her feet on one side and her pussy exposed for Jason’s to explore while I walked to the kitty corner of the bed by my wife’s head so I could offer her my dick to suck on. She started taking me deeper and deeper as Jason’s tongue started to bring her to orgasm and then she shivered as the first waves hit her. As she finished cumimng Jason rose up and looked at me questioningly as he got ready to enter her. A slight nod from me was all he needed and as he tried to mount her my wife rolled halfway over so he would get into a spoon position. As he slowly started pumping her, she took my cock in her mouth again and started sucking me. I slowly laid down on the bed in a 69 so she could continue to suck me while I buried my head between her legs and started sucking on her clit. Jason was pumping away and as he was sliding in and out my tongue was gliding over his cock and my wife’s clit at the same time. I could tell that both he and her were close to exploding and I wasn’t too far off myself so I decided to slow things down a bit by reaching down and pulling his cock out of her. I got off the bed and rolled my wife on top of Jason and as I started sucking on her breasts Jason entered her again. As I continued to suck on her tits I reached down to grab my cock and started rubbing her clit with the head of my cock as Jason continued to slide in and out of her pussy slowly. My wife was beginning to cum again as I slid down her belly to stand between her and Jason’s leg. I knew there wasn’t much time left before Jason unloaded even though he wasn’t fucking her real hard. So I reached down to grab his cock and slid it behind my wife’s pussy and into her ass. Slowly she eased onto Jason’s cock and the beginning of an orgasm started to shake her body as his cock slid deep into her ass. There was only one thing for me to do - I slowly slid my cock into her wet pussy and we all started cumming together.

This is a long story for any woman who loves two different men – written by a woman who got between two different men. If you are a guy, and you read this to the conclusion, you are probably great in bed. So read on… I just had the most erotic experience of my life. Last weekend, my husband and I were on vacation with this really tight group of friends. One of them was Mark, his college roommate, an incredibly attractive guy who has always piqued my interest. Please note that I am totally in love with my husband Brad. But I definitely could have fallen for Mark, if things had worked out differently. I reserve a corner of lust for this man - in my heart, and in many other places. I connect with him every time we sip a cocktail, every time we share a raunchy joke, every time he looks at me with those beautiful brown eyes. And whether I realize this or not, I have encouraged Mark to come on to me. Every chance I get. The cool thing is that my husband knows this, and he hasn’t tried to stop it. Quite the opposite. Brad is completely confident as a male. He knows I’m a wild woman with Scots blood, and that I have to run my course. But I believe it is better to run openly, that to run behind his back. I'll be the first to admit I am quite a brat. And a dick tease. And just a bit of a whore. In the past, Mark and I have had intimate conversations which have aroused both of us. Yet we always pulled away from doing anything about it. Other people were in orbit around us. We had to think of them. Friday night certainly started the same way. Let me paint a pretty XXX picture for you… Five couples from the Beltway are vacationing together in the Islands. Our beach condos have a common party area. We have three blenders set up at our outdoor cabana. The air is warm and balmy, and soft moonlight bathes the brownish thatch above the cabana. The sound of crashing surf is silenced only the churn of rum and strawberries in the blenders. Things start to get a little wild. This really cute blonde from the Netherlands, a relation of one of our friends, is trying to seduce my husband. But he just looks over at me and smiles. Not his type. Besides, he has me waiting for him! He wasn't going to take the bait. That makes me feel really secure. But…there is still Mark. After drinking way too many daiquiris, I start talking sex. And he starts talking back, very graphically. It's all cool until he leans forward and gently touches the inside of my thigh. He never went this far before. I was still in my beach thong, wearing a tight, cutoff Mets shirt and no top. I have truly awesome breasts, and I know my nipples are poking between the M/E and the T/S {they will go all the way in ’07, by the way}. Mark’s hand on my leg sends an electric shock up my crotch. All of a sudden, I feel intense desire, but also some guilt and confusion. Ted is twenty feet away from me. I wish I could just feel one way or the other. And at this moment, I wish he would pick up that Dutch blonde. Mark’s hand quickly withdrawals. Every once in a while, Brad walks by and catches snippets of our conversation. Always something about positions and orgasms. Once I caught Ted smiling playfully at me. Mark's girlfriend also stops by our end of the table. Cindy is a little older, and I think she's a little uptight. But to her credit, she has also subtly encouraged me to flirt with Mark. Cindy has been doing some night swimming, her body is incredibly fit. Too fit, in my opinion, not soft where a woman needs to be soft. She now wants to go to bed. Too early, in my opinion, too early when a great guy like Mark is still outdoors. She kisses Mark, hugs me, and off she goes. I'm thinking to myself, 'She has to know that we're attracted to each other. Why leave a guy like this on his own?' The party starts to break up. I'm definitely a little tipsy. But I know what I’m doing. Ditto for Brad and Mark. They have iron constitutions. They drink like fish, and then cycle fifty miles at daybreak. I'm thinking that I should also be heading to bed, but part of me wants to keep teasing Mark. Ted is still talking to the Dutch girl, who appears a little disappointed that he hasn’t made his move. Finally, Miss Netherlands leaves with all the others. Ted pulls up a stool beside me. He takes a long draught of his drink and proceeds to blow me away. 'Bridgett, you have been mercilessly teasing this poor bastard all night. If you talked to me that way about sex, we’d already be doing it right on the bar top. Don't you think you owe Mark a little something?' I am absolutely floored by his suggestion. I cup my husband’s face in my hands as if to capture his attention. 'Do you have any idea what you are saying?' I have never done anything like that in my life. I continue to protest, but Brad simply pushes into me on the bar stool and parts my legs with his massive thighs. Mark is just inches away. He places his strong hands around my ass and kisses me passionately. It gets interesting now, sports fans. My mind does a 180. I start a complete sexual meltdown. My back is now to Mark. Ted runs his hands under my thong and gently pulls it down – under the chair, down to mid-thigh. I admit this suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination. But having that tiny sliver of fabric clinging to my crotch – that at least keeps me on this side of decency. Losing it before two guys means a trip to the wild side. A fantastic trip. My back is still to Mark. He is watching every bit of this – the hands, the thong, the ass, the slender valley of exposed white skin. For me, the turn-on of showing my ass to a friend is just unbelievable. To show it to Mark… that’s beyond comprehension. Two men – good men - are absolutely ravenous for every square inch of my body. I am entering an erotic pleasure zone the likes I have never known. A quick decision is required: Should I choose the pleasure that comes from having sex with two of my favorite men? Or should I consider the complications that arise from a threesome among good friends? Guys don’t think about this. They just act. Girls are supposed to be the enlightened ones here. That’s the nature of the beast. But…oh, sweet temptation. Brad's mouth is near my ear, beneath my sun-bleached hair. 'Here is the only rule, Lover. Just don't do anything you don't want to do.' I quickly make up my mind. I side with pleasure. But, smart girl I am, I quickly add, “Mark can do anything he wants to do. Except he can’t fuck me. That’s only for you.” “That works for me, sweetheart” he said. Brad looks over my shoulder at Mark and just nods. A cool, subtle nod, like Clint Eastwood in High Plains Drifter. On cue, I feel Mark's hands reaching behind me. I close my eyes, as if in disbelief that this could possibly be happening. Mark is moving down my butt crack, now completely exposed. My body shivers as I hear ice cubes rattle on the cabana bar. Suddenly, a piece of ice is moving over my anus. I then remember that at dozens of different gatherings, I have told Mark everything that turns me on sexually. I wonder if he has started a dossier on me, storing it deep inside his mind. At this moment, I imagine he is mentally flipping through those files, finding all the right reference points, all the right spots, all the right moves. Then, I have a nasty thought. I never told Brad that ice on my ass drives me wild! And he has never tried it. I look up at Brad. He is looking down at my ass with utter amazement. What else have I kept back from him? Have I subconsciously saved some special knowledge only for Mark? As the rest of the night unfolds, I realize the answer is… Yes. I am grinding my hips now and moving my ass slowly up and down on the oblong ice cube. Each time I come down, it moves further in. I could probably have cum anally within seconds. Something about that may have gotten to my husband. He may be having second thoughts. Or jealousy may be overtaking his voyeuristic passion. He breaks his kiss and abruptly swivels my bar stool. I am now facing Mark, my newest lover. Within the span of three minutes, life has changed completely. I now raise my arms above my head and intertwine them, clasping my hands, like two writhing snakes joined at the top. My body is Athenic {sorry, no modesty required}. Long legs, curvy hips blending into a slender waist, large, beautiful breasts, delicate neck, auburn hair, pretty face. I am also very tan. Everywhere. In college, I was a cellist, first chair. I always wore low cut gowns. And I straddled that instrument on stage. I played good music. But I sometimes imagined three-quarters of the audience was never listening, only watching, and fantasizing. That included all the men and half the women. I was the cellist they always wanted to fuck. More than once, I came with a cello between my legs. Just from the vibrations of the bow moving across the string. Mark reads my cue. I am not subtle now. He reaches down to pull off my shirt. It hangs up on the edge, and then all of a sudden breasts leap out like prisoners going on furlough. I love the feeling of freedom this gives me, to be disrobed in the night air. And I also love the candy store look on Mark’s face. He has never seen me like this before. He pulls the shirt the length of my arms and up over my hands. Then the thong completes its journey down my smooth, shaved legs. “What do you think, my friend?’ Brad reaches from behind and pinches the nipple of my right breast. “Is she everything you ever imagined?” Mark replies, “You have no idea, my friend. You have no idea. She is everything I dreamed she would be.” Ok, time to throw all my New England Puritan upbringing out the window. Time to tattoo a Scarlet A on each breast. This is a treasured prohibition for any woman. To be naked before two adoring men, and to have them positively fawning over you – that is the definition of erotic. They are like puppies at this moment. I absolutely control them. I arch back and Mark starts sucking on my left breast. The ice cube is still inside me, burning me with pleasure. I fall farther back on Ted as if lying on a hammock. I am oblivious to everything around me except my desire, but Brad is more mindful than me of our situation. We’re outside, I’m completely naked, Mark’s lady is sleeping beside an open window, all our friends are within yards of us. We are shielded only by the thatched roof of the cabana. We need to be cool, and quick. “Let’s get on with this, shall we?” says Brad. I flip my legs on to Mark’s back and straddle his neck, opening myself to him, submitting to his oral whim. Mark drops to his knees and starts licking my clit. “OH WOW,” I think to myself, he is completely different. Ted always moves his tongue softly over me, directly over me, leading up to a slow, gradual cum. That’s what I always told him I liked. But Mark’s tongue is thicker, stronger, and also more practiced. He licks off to the side, with much more pressure. I must have told him that I like it that way. It’s more of that special knowledge I have stashed away just for him. I’m wild now, the ice cube dripping out of me, my ass sliding on the stool. My husband is my chaise lounge, his best friend is my vibrator! I start to cum first in my ass, then on my clit, then up my vagina. A sort of burning sensation moves inside my tummy, then outwards to every part of my body. For any injustice a woman may have ever suffered, I am now the consolation of an entire gender. No man can cum like this. Nature saved this just for me! A scream involuntarily erupts from my lungs, but Brad is quick to cover my mouth. Ted - always my responsible knight in shining armor. I think I bit his finger, half in protest at being stifled, half because I was cumming so wildly. Mark stops his tongue motion just at the right time, just past the peak of my climax, just before it could start to hurt. He reads me so well. I flop helplessly in Brad's arms like wet cardboard.At that instant, a stiff tropical breeze blows from the ocean, swaying the palm trees. I am chilled to the skin but too satiated to even think about clothing. No jacket required. Then I think about the turnaround, and in a heartbeat my sexual imagination is reignited. I will finally get to suck Mark’s cock! At the beach, or in his backyard, or at my boyfriend’s parties, how many times have I watched him - in a bathing suit, or in a pair of shorts - wondering what he looked like? Once, Mark stood on a diving board in a Speedo and caught me staring. Now, it’s lady’s choice. Now, it’s my turn to undress him! I bolt up, not even thinking about Brad. “Take off your shorts, Mark!” I demand. “Let me see it!”He smiles and obliges me. His magnificent prick comes tumbling out of its cotton holster. Mark has a tennis player’s body, athletic and extremely trim, with thighs so firm and muscular he could make a girl cum simply by rubbing on them. But now I learn that his legs are not his best asset. Not by a long shot. “Ohhhhhhh!” I breathe in quickly. He is absolutely beautiful! Slightly longer than Brad, but considerably thicker. The most striking part of his manhood is the head. It is perfectly formed and symmetrically curved, like a sculpture, or like the smooth rounded nose of the space shuttle. The tip of that gorgeous instrument is much bigger in proportion to the shaft – at least compared to other men I have pleasured. But certainly not grotesquely so. In the moonlight, his head is purple in color and pulsing. The skin also gleams as if polished by frequent use. Mark has the most perfect male specimen I have ever seen. For an instant, I think selfishly to myself, “I could be going to bed with this every night…”Wasting no time – because time is slipping fast – I drop supplicant to my knees and start to do my stuff. Giving a guy a BJ is one of the biggest turn-on's I know. I regard it as a core feminine life skill. The prospect of having this cock in my mouth is incredible. I start with his tightened scrotum, massaging every part of him with my tongue. I then move on to that ramrod shaft and lick up and down that erect monument as if finishing off an ice cream bar. Precum quickly leaks into my mouth – sweet, slippery, like pancake syrup. I constantly use my eyes during oral sex. I use them just as I use my tongue – to tease, to tantalize, to torture. My eyes meet Mark’s eyes on every upstroke, and then my eyes disappear as I lurch back down to his balls. When I resurface, with my tongue near the top, my eyes once again meet his, as he is waiting for me! I am blowing away this wonderful man with a sex gaze. By rubbing my legs together, I make myself cum while blowing Mark. Not like the first one. More like a tease to me. Like I want much more. Mark is close to ecstasy, but not quite there. I won’t let him finish, not this way. I want to feel that warm cum way up inside me! I pull away my mouth and I stand before him. He asks me turn around, and before I know it, that cock is gently massaging my freezing butthole. He makes those slow, lazy circles that I confided to him were a favorite. Then he turns me around again. I leap at him, kissing him passionately, in full view of my husband. His cock touches the outside of my vagina, and I shudder with excitement. I push a little tighter. This changes everything because I now want Mark to fuck me in the worse way. So I immediately turn to Brad and start b-e-g-g-i-n-g. “Sweetheart, I changed my mind. I want him inside me!” Brad replied, “You said no just a few minutes ago, Lover. That’s what you didn’t want to do.” My reply was quick “Please, Brad! Just this once. He drives me wild! Please let me! Just once! Please let me!” "No!" is Brad's reply, and a small argument ensues. Rage boils in me, and I begin to think of monstrous ways to get back at him. Just as I’m about to storm off to my room, he relents. But Brad is a smart man. He adds a caveat. In the sexual license, there is always a caveat. And Brad is a master negotiator, a rising star manager for a hedge fund. He looks at me intently. “If you agree, he gets to fuck you any way he likes. Anyway he likes. And so do I.” I am completely stunned. I know exactly where Brad is going with this. I let my husband do a lot of things, and he often gets me to cum anally with my toys. I fake some other times, just to keep him happy. Faking can be a girl’s best friend. But this is my line in the sand. Anal penetration with a cock just scares me. I admire girls who think differently, or who at least act differently. Just not for me. But now, my own desire has trapped me. Clearly, if I want the wildest sex of my life, I have to take the risk. “Yes, Brad. He can take me any way he wants. And so can you! Now just get on with it!” “Alright, then. Let’s go” he replied. Time for this girl to go for broke. I jump up over the bar face down and place my feet on the rungs of two bar stools. I calculate the height perfectly, as both men are about 6’2”. Dripping wet, last of the ice water dripping over my clit. There is some hushed conversation between the two and something small and cold lands on the small of my back. I later learned it was a quarter, and that they flipped to see who would go first. How hot is that! I feel lips moving around my ass, with soft kisses and long strokes of a tongue. It is definitely Mark’s, and I breathe tense gulps of air with desperate anticipation. What will he do? I thought. Where will he fuck me? In a minute, the perfect head of that perfect cock starts performing slow circles around my clit, like a high-performance aircraft doing loops in the sky. Then it moves lower to my opening and starts doing the same. Oh, thank you, Mark! My sex barometer rises as firm hands now alight on my ass cheeks. Prepare for impact. Mark pushes inside me, and my body heaves with orgasmic excitement! With one hand, I grasp one edge of the bartop to steady myself and reach down to my clit with the other. And then I clamp my thighs down against the other edge. I feel the full size of Mark’s beautiful humanity. My body shakes as if standing at the epicenter of an earthquake, and I cum as I have never cum with another man. It is completely different from the first. It is localized, and intense, almost stinging pleasure that splits me from the vagina out. “Bang me hard, Mark! Fuck me, Mark!” I start to scream, as loud as I want to scream and as long as it takes my lungs to give out. And no one stops me. Some lights come on near the condos, but I refuse to stop cumming. Mark then starts coming fast and furiously, shaking my body violently as he fills me with liquid warmth. He screams in a lyrical baritone, almost in harmony to my passionate alto. For any woman has ever had the pleasure of first time forbidden sex, you know well the exhilaration I speak of. For anyone woman who has not, you seriously need to give this a try. When Mark pulls out, his fluid immediately oozes out of me. I am sexually wasted. But I have to give my husband his due. I am certain I know how he will take me. I wait for him to ravish me. But it never happens. He is gone, missing in action. Brad has walked quietly away. No explanation, no excuse. I don’t know why he didn’t take me next. He simply allowed me to do his friend in privacy. I decide not to go looking for Brad. Because I really don’t want this night to end. Not yet. Mark and I grab a blanket and move down to the beach. We spend another hour talking, caressing, stroking, moonbathing, fucking. He performs every other trick on me that I taught him. A line has been crossed, and we both know it. A big line. Tomorrow, life will be very different. Relationships are like solar systems – add a new planet to the mix, and all the orbits start to change. All our orbits are about to change. But for now, I want to stay lost in pleasure, not in consequence. Because the pleasure I felt was so wanton, so magnificent. So…fleeting… One postscript. We all returned home on Sunday. On Monday, Mark's girlfriend called and invited us over for dinner this weekend. Standby for more fun...That is my true story. Serious commentary welcome, as I continue to explore this. I enclose a pix of myself and Brad. Soon, another pix may appear with Mark. Oh, here's to hoping!