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I really could n't fully believe it when she actually said she 'd do it. I mean, we 'd talked about it a lot of times since I first told her about this fantasy I 'd been having, and she 'd even gotten to the item where she 'd told me yes, she 'd probably do it under the right portion, although I was never really indisputable if she was serious or just going along with the game to make the illusion more pleasurable for me. This time though, when she said it, it was with a hale new attitude, like she was really ready to do it. Imagine -- my wife having sex with another man -- and I get to watch, take up pictures, film it, and even join in if I want. She actually said yes. Now all we had to do was observe the right hand man.

The ad in the cartridge holder was a start, although she did n't seem to study any of the respondent seriously ; maybe just the thinking of what kind of guy solution that variety of ad. So I tried another tactic. I asked her to let me have it off if she ever saw anyone with whom she might study having sex, you know, just on a purely physical stratum ; anyone she found attractive enough that she 'd think about it. She said she would.

Many weeks went by and she never said a word, despite the fact that during our weekend trips around town running errands, window shopping and going out to dejeuner I figured she must have got seen thousands of cat. I know I 'd begun to look at bozo in a wholly new illumination now, not just noticing the obviously good-looking guys on the street, but trying to see them having sex with her. I 'd see a guy I thought might be a suitable candidate and I 'd look at her to see if she was looking at him. virtually of the time it did n't seem like she really even noticed them. Anyway, after a while, I decided she 'd just been humoring me.

And then when we were at the figurer show a few hebdomad ago, I introduced her to `` Bob, from piece of work. '' That was the number one concrete positive response. That evening, she casually mentioned, `` You know how you asked me to tell you if I saw some guy I might consider having sex with ? ``

'' Yes, I remember. ''

'' Well, I kind of thought maybe the guy you introduced me to today. ''

'' You mean Bob from work ? ``

'' Yeah, maybe Bob from work. He seemed nice -- and cute. ''

So there it was -- Bob from work. I could see that. He is a nice guy, not bad looking, friendly. But how do you draw near someone with such an estimation. That would be a finespun surgery, to say the to the lowest degree. Slowly, ideas for how to make this go on began to develop, and sometimes they consumed my sentiment. I began to plat ways in which I might `` accidentally '' run into Bob at piece of work and scratch up a conversation that might naturally precede to such a disclosure as, `` ... and by the way, you are a candidate for the part of my wife 's sex spouse in this fiddling film I 'm planning and ... '' Wow ! That would be quite a bombshell to throw off at individual. No, obviously this must be done more delicately, more subtly than that.

So here 's the architectural plan that I came up with ... One of these days, when I was feeling particularly brave about this all affair, I 'd `` run into '' Bob and I 'd get down the conversation with something like, `` Hey, how 's it going ? So, did you find anything good at that computer show ? '' And from there, I 'd lick the conversation from reckoner, to photography, to being able to develop pictures at dwelling house and ..., well, we 'd see how it went from there.

More weeks went by, and any metre I had an opportunity to be in the country where Bob worked, I just could n't find the courage to search him out and get the conversation started. Then, I finally got up the face to do it. heather had been gone for a few calendar week, visiting our older kids in phoenix, I had been without sex for longer than I cared to and I was getting more than aware of this each day that went by. So when I found myself once again in the locality, I made a consider cause to ascertain Bob and test the weewee. I caught up with him just heading off to tiffin. I strode up and began walking beside him.

'' Hey, how 's it going ? So, did you find anything good at that computer show ? ''

So far, just as I 'd rehearsed it. He talked for a patch, telling me of the electronic gem encountered in the foray into computer land. Then I began to conduce the conversation in a different direction, as planned. By now we were outside ; we 'd ordered some fairly non-threatening point off the dejeuner motortruck and sat at one of the outdoor tabular array under a Tree. I was glad he chose one of the pocket-size tables ; to a lesser extent chance of having to inhibit the conversation if individual joined us.

'' I was actually looking for some pic processing clobber. I finally got a safe digital camera and I 've been playing with some new programme that allow me to do all kinds of fun things with photography. Here, look what I did with a picture of my son ( at this compass point, I 'd pull out the distorted image I 'd created from a photograph ) ...

'' My wife thinks It 's really creepy ; she just shakes her head and looks at me like I 'm en. You met her ; I introduced her to you at the show. Here, look what I did with a picture of her. '' ( I took out a moving-picture show of her that I especially like -- the one where she 's wearing my hat -- and an embossing effect made from the pilot ). `` It 's fairly amazing, what you can do with these things now. Actually, she 's the main reason I wanted to get a digital and some estimable processing equipment ; I love to take characterisation of her and for so long there were always some of them I could n't just take to the drug depot for printing. I have this unanimous roll that I took of her half naked out in the wood and I know I got some really skillful ones, but I just never found a stead to get them printed and it 's really foil because I ca n't see them. So as soon as digital tv camera were available I started researching them and I finally bought one and now I can do it myself ; I can make my own prints and ... ummm, this is some somewhat personal stuff I got into ; I 'm dreary ; I hope you 're not offended. ''

Bob just looked sort of entertained and said, `` Not a problem ; in fact, I 've known a couple of guys who liked to take pictorial matter of their married woman and I always wondered how they ever got them developed. It 's got to be a unit new worldly concern for guys like that, what with digital cameras and computers and all. Actually, I think it 's Nice when guys are married and still turned on by their wives. I hope I 'm as lucky if I ever get hook up with. ''

'' Yeah '', I said, `` I 'm favorable in that respect ; I 've been fantasizing about her for well-nigh of my life. ``

I told him briefly about how we 'd met so many yr ago, literally when we were just kids, how we ended up matrimonial, and that we 'd been married for almost twenty-one geezerhood. He seemed rather intrigued by our relationship, especially about how warm my sexual tactile sensation for her still are.

'' I 've had the most erotic phantasy about her recently, but I 'm sure you do n't need the item. ``

'' Actually, I 'd love to hear the details. ``

'' Well, if you 're sure, ok. Anyway, for the past few years I 've been developing this fantasy about her having sex with another man while I watch and picture show the hale thing ; does that seem eldritch ? ``

'' Well, since you ask, yeah, sort of. Why would you want your wife to take sex with another man ? ``

'' I 'm not really sure why, but I find the thought of it amazingly erotic. ``

'' well, okay, if you say so. ''

'' So, the thing is, at commencement she just kind of shrugged it off when I told her about it, and then she seemed sort of amused by the unhurt thing. After a piece I got her to verbalize about the musical theme, but she was n't really well-to-do with the thought of actually doing it. She did say, though, that I could put an ad in one of those swinger'magazines, just to see what would happen. So I did and we got a lot of response. She actually thought most of them were kind of silly and she just sorting of laughed them off. She did n't really find any of the offering attractive. Then she agreed to let me lie with if she ever saw anyone she might be leave to have sex with, but she never said anything until the day I introduced her to you. ``

'' Me ? '' He looked at me with a suspicious form of aspect, like he thought I might hit him or something.

'' Yeah, when we were at that information processing system appearance, after I introduced you she told me that she 'd see having sex with you. ``

'' Why ? '' Now he seemed a little more slacken, more rummy.

'' I asked her that and she told me she thought you were really cunning and that you seemed very squeamish. I think she just goes on instinct a lot of the time, not just on stuff like this, but a lot of the time. Wow, this has turned into a pretty weird conversation. Is this making you uncomfortable ? ``

'' Funny thing is, not really ; I guess if you were mad about it or something it would, but it 's just sort of interesting that you 're not. '''

'' So, what would you say to it ? ``

'' To sleeping with your wife ? Are you serious ? ``

'' Yeah, I am. ''

'' wellspring, I guess I 'd say I 'd sure think about it. I mean I 'd need to be sure enough something like that would n't make matter weird here at work and all, but yeah, maybe, if it was something you 're sure you really wanted. ``

'' I 'm surely ; I 've been thinking about it for a prospicient clock time now. Here 's my home earphone number ; address me if you decide either way. And, by the way, this is just between us, okay ? ``

'' OK, yeah, absolutely ; I 'll generate you a shout. ''

So a yoke of days went by and that Midweek Night I was sitting at home working on my reckoner when the phone rang. `` Hello ? ``

'' Hi, may I speak with Steve, please ? ``

'' This is Steve. ``

'' I thought so, but I wanted to be surely. This is Bob. ``

'' Oh, Hi. How 's it going ? ``

'' Pretty goodness, how about you ? ``

'' Oh, not too bad ; I 'm expecting broom back in a few days, so I 'm feeling pretty commodity. ''

'' Actually, that 's why I called. ``

'' Yeah, I figured that ; so have you thought over what we talked about ? ''

'' Yes, and if you 're sure as shooting you still want me to, I 'd bonk to sleep with your married woman. ``

'' Excellent ! But I can practically insure you wo n't get much sleep. Wow ! This is great ; I 'm glad you decided to take on. ``

'' So, how do we go about doing this ? ``

'' fountainhead, I guess I 'll spill to her when she gets home and we 'll see if she 's still willing to do it and how she wants to arrange it. I think we 'll have to let her take the lead in this because it 's not going to happen if she does n't feel prosperous with it. ``

'' I understand totally. Actually, I think I feel more well-situated with that, too. ``

'' Okay, I 'll call you in a few days after I have a chance to talk with her. She still does n't know I even mentioned it to you. ``

'' Oh ... ''

'' Do n't occupy, even if she 's not up for it, it wo n't freak her out or anything ; she may not always agree to do everything, but nothing really shocks her, at least nothing I 've found yet. ``

'' Is that what you 're trying to do, shock her ? ``

'' I 'm not indisputable it would be possible, but no ; I just think it 's sort of interesting that she 's jolly easy-going with ideas even if it 's not something she 'd be interested in trying. ''

A few more days went by, and suddenly there she was, walking through the presence door, bagful in hand like she was planning to persist awhile.

'' Hey, where is everyone ? ``

'' Hi, Hon. The kids are spending the night at friends'firm ; they 'll be home tomorrow. I 'm glad you 're home ; how was the drive ? ''

'' Long. I 'm so tired and my butt is numb from sitting in that truck for so many 60 minutes. ''

'' Want me to rub it for you ? ``

'' Yes, actually I do. I 'm going to hold a shower and go lay down. You can link up me if you want. ``

I could sense myself getting heavy already. She headed for the lav, I heard the cascade turn on. I let the dog out in the back yard, waited impatiently for him to pee, then I headed to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes and slipped into the shower behind her. I caught the scent of strawberry shampoo, so associate, and I felt like I was home plate. I reached for her and pulled her close, breathing in the smell of ripe summer. My cock was really hard ; I pressed against her and she smiled, `` So, you missed me ? ''

'' I missed you. '' I did n't want to differentiate her yet. I just wanted her to myself for now. She ran her hands up over my chest of drawers, lingering there and laying her cheek against me.

'' I missed you, too. ''

We spent several second getting strong and ruttish in the shower and then Scots heather said, `` Let 's go to bed. ''

I dried off quickly, then while she ran a hair dryer through her fuzz I locked up the theatre and turned off the lights, pretty for sure we would not be coming out of the bedroom till next dawning. I climbed between assuredness bed sheet, She finished doing whatever cleaning woman do in there and then joined me. We were both eager not just for sex but for strong-arm middleman, the merging of two bodies. We really had missed each early. When I finally slid inside her it was so intimate, physically and emotionally. Moving together, pushing deeper inside with retentive, slowly strokes, our breathing joined in rhythm, I watched her facial expression as she reached behind me and grabbed my hips, pulling me into her as she was swept into a long, slow up intense orgasm. My mind was leaping between being so incredibly in the moment and flashing on images of what it would look like if Bob were in my topographic point and I were standing in the niche watching. I slipped almost without realizing into my own orgasm and it was incredible.


Later, lying with her in my arms, sleepy and smile, I decided she was in a mellowly enough mood for me to set about the subject of Bob.

'' So, you remember Bob, from work, the one you said you 'd lie with for me ? ``

'' Yes, I remember ; Why ? '' she eyed me suspiciously.

'' Well, I saw him the former day. ''

'' Oh, yeah ? And how is in effect ol'Bob ? ``

'' He 's just okay, he says to say how-do-you-do and he 'd love to sleep with you. ``

'' Did you order him about that ! ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' Oh, my god ! What did you say to him ? ''

So I told her about my conversation with Bob, and by the sentence I was done, she was looking quite arouse and rather amused by the altogether prospect. We talked awhile longer, about her misstep, about how the kids and grandkids were doing, the drive there and back, more about the Bob affair, and she said yes, she was serious, she really would accept sex with Bob, but not this evening. Tonight she just wanted to sleep. I lay there watching her, feeling amazed that what began as a vague thought some days back had built to this point and would, barring a variety of warmness on anyone 's character, before long become reality. And I 'd get it on celluloid.

So, a yoke of weeks later, there we were, sitting in a semi-dark cafe, me with a mocha coffee and her sipping an ice tea with an ungodly amount of sugar in it. It 's one of her mirthful trivial quirks ; she puts so much loot in matter and finds it appalling that I drink anything, coffee bean especially, with just a sprinkling of boodle in it. That 's what I was sitting there thinking about, all the mundane firearm of trivia you get to acknowledge about each former after you 've been together for so longsighted. I was contemplating how it could be that you can acknowledge somebody so intimately, every detail of how they are that you think you can almost unerringly predict what they will do or say next or how they will oppose to something and yet feel that person still intriguing, still arousing, still storm, after all these twelvemonth ... She was actually going to do it ... and I began to wonder if I had n't made a gigantic mistake. If she could still surprise me after all these years, maybe I misjudged how she would end up feeling about this solid thing after all. Maybe she 'd back out, or even forged, not back out and regret it later. Maybe we 'd both end up being sorry we 'd ever started this and maybe it would end up ruining what we had, and that I could never forgive myself for. I was just on the verge of telling her I 'd changed my brain and we should just go household and never citation any of this again, and then I saw Bob coming through the restaurant door.

My heart stopped for a irregular and I felt the shock of inevitability wash over me. He had stopped for a second to let his eyes adjust to the darkened room. I waved at him and he spotted us and headed our way.

'' Bob, you remember my wife, heather mixture ? ``

'' Yeah, from the computer appearance and I saw some pictures of you ; how are you ? ``

'' Fine, thank you. render ? ``

'' Yeah, I was showing Bob that depiction of you in my hat, and the one with the embossing core that I made from it. ``

'' Ah, yes ; he spends many minute playing with his new toys. ''

'' I get the impression that 's not all he likes to play with. ''

I was kind of surprised by the input. Bob seems almost a bit shy usually, but it was obviously a provocative comment and heather mixture picked right field up on it.

She smiled, obviously pleased at the easiness with which it had been said. She 's usually more comfy with person who uses witticism to smooth out out the rough edges.

'' I know, and I took his favorite toy away for weeks and left him there to just flirt with himself, inadequate baby. ''

They both seemed pleased way the conversation was headed and I was kind of relieved that this did n't twist into some heavy, awkward panorama. It was all pretty relaxed, we all seemed at ease with each other and I began to give birth high hopes for the eve. We ordered a loose repast and one drinking each, one of the formula she 'd set down ; it 's okay to get one drink to slow down but nobody will be intoxicated so nobody will blame that for any regrets later. If we 're going to do this, we are going to do it with all heart astray undefended and knowing exactly what we 're getting into. We continued the conversation while we ate, Bob told us about his childhood and some of his possibility on life and relationships, sex and kidskin, work and the world ; we told him stories from our living together, about our kids and grandkids, parents and Phoenix, but throughout the evening there was a bang-up deal of suggestive comment, lots of stunt woman entendres and much verbal arousal among us all.

Finally it became obvious that we 'd all finished our food and drinks and the time had come to withdraw to the hotel. We 'd take a shoes close adequate to home that if the kids needed us they could call up on the cellular telephone phone and we could be home fairly quickly, but far enough away that nobody we knew would be belike to see us. To avoid any restless stares at the hotel, broom and I checked in at the front desk by ourselves and Bob would link up us upstairs in a little while. We went up to the way, quite nice, big bed. I jumped into the shower while Heather put a few things away, adjusted the lamp on the tabular array by the bed and turned on some easy music. By the prison term I was finished in the exhibitor, she was curled into a big hot seat looking through a mag.

Just as I came out of the lav in my robe, Bob knocked softly at the door. I let him in. It was a niggling bit awkward for a few seconds, but then he said, `` Do you mind if I take a shower bath, too ? '' He was talking to me, but he was looking at her. She felt it and looked up with a definite grinning. Then she went back to her magazine publisher.

'' Oh, yeah, certainly, I had them put some excess towels in there. ``

'' Thanks. I 'll be out in a bit. ''

I turned to Heather and asked her, `` So, are you really sure about this ? ``

'' Yes. Are you ? ''

'' Yeah, I think so. '' I bent down and put my branch around her and snuggled my face in her hair. It was a comforting, familiar touch sensation. Bob came out of the toilet shortly, wrapped from shank to genu in a big T. H. White towel. Heather looked at him with an formulation of frank appreciation. He looked like he was in pretty good shape and all of a sudden I was gladiolus that I 'd been working out for a spell. I had to get myself and remind myself that this was, after all, my idea, she was doing it to delight me, and if it was not going to turn into something ugly there would be no elbow room for jealousy.

Heather got up, grabbed a small bag off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Bob sat in the chairperson she 'd been in, and we both watched intently as she disappeared through the lav door. I told him, `` This could study a while ; you know how it is with women. ''

'' No kidding ; I remember standing out in the hall waiting for my sister to get out of the bathroom. ''

'' We can set up the camera and video material while we wait, if you want. ``

'' Sure. '' So we started taking out all the cable television and lights to set up our short `` studio '', and I guess it was a rather surreal experience ; there we were, talking shop about the merits of digital television camera and clear time, and killing meter until we could have sex with my wife. Was this Weird or what ? Eventually, all was in order and we sat down to wait, he in the electric chair and I on the bed, and it kind of crept into my knowingness that very soon Bob would convey my plaza there and I would be watching him with my married woman on that bed. I was just about to get a funny feeling about it, and wondered how to make the transition gracefully without embarrassing anyone. good story thought.

I heard the lavatory fan go off and I almost automatically hit the switch to start up the camera rolling. Just then, Heather came out of the bathroom and diverted my care. She had washed and dried her hair and it was hanging loose and long, one of the things I loved about her. She was wearing a soft pink satin robe that hung to the floor and under which I could distinguish she had nothing else on ; I could see her mammilla through the material ; she knows I like that. The funny thing was there was no uncomfortable transition. She came directly over to me and as if to cue me of why she was here, she put her limb around me and kissed me softly on the neck opening. I wrapped her in my arms and held her skinny, breathing in the perfume I would recognize anywhere.

We both became aware then that Bob had moved up beside us and he slipped his handwriting around her waist and knack to skim his mouth over her shoulder and rub his face into her cervix. She turned her font and then her torso toward him, squeezed my paw and then I moved away. Fascinated, I slid behind the camera without taking my center off them. I watched, mesmerized, as Bob began kissing her, softly at initiatory, and then more insistently as his helping hand began to explore over the pink satin robe. He slid his paw up the back, over her shoulder, down her arm and then moved to gently take a breather for a moment on the outer curve of her breast. With his thumb he stroked slowly over the nipple and I watched it suit erect under the subdued force per unit area. He moved his hand up and slipped his thumb inside the presence of her robe. He eased it slightly off her shoulder and leaned down and brushed his backtalk against the open tegument. Then he slid his hired hand down and loosened the belted ammunition. The robe stayed suspended for a few second gear, and neither of them moved while I stood there watching through the camera lens, holding my breath. Then I let out a little gasp as I watched it fall to the floor. I watched a quiver come over her as the gown slid against her pelt, heard her voiced gasp in unison with mine.

Every region of my physical structure felt so exquisitely alive and tingling with anticipation, and I knew they must have been feeling the same way. I could n't seem away. I was cognisant that I had quite an erection, but I was afraid to adjoin it. I had masturbated the dark before so that I would be able to last thirster tonight, but still I knew I could come immediately if I was n't careful, and I was n't ready to yet. Even the soupcon of my robe against it might have been enough to set me off at that point.

I watched as they lay down on that big, soft bed and I could experience her skin as she and Bob moved together. Bob was not keeping his own erecting a secret and I had to take on a deep breath to keep up control when heather reached down and began to stroke him. I knew just what he was feeling, knew how her hired hand felt, knew what it was like when she turned her body slightly and began to caress his dresser and his side, his stomach and the inside of his second joint. Then she put her deal back onto his cock ; I watched her move her head down and in one motility she slid her sassing over the distance of his erection as she stroked up and down his testicle with her early hand. I heard him entrance his breath and felt a surge of galvanic vigor go through my own body. Yes, I knew what that felt like. For many minutes I watched as she stroked and licked and sucked his cock ; I watched her bring him almost to the spot of coming and then intercept briefly or change rhythm method just before he 'd birth been unable to operate it. I could see by the expression on his face that Bob was not on any conscious horizontal surface mindful anymore that I was even in the way.

I stared into the camera lens in a form of hypnotic trance at the same time both vaguely and vividly aware that this was my wife on that bed with Bob. I followed him vicariously while he rode wafture after wave of pleasure as her mouth and lingua brought him almost to the edge and then softly drew him back. And then as if there was some form of telepathic signal between them, she raised her head at the Lapp flash he reached down to take up her up to him. She climbed on top of him ; he reached behind her and took his rear penis in his deal. He rubbed the head of it gently against her vagina, I saw her thrill a little, and Bob and I both knew she was ready. As I watched, transfixed, through the Lens of the camera, she turned her head toward me and just for an twinkling she looked directly at me through the camera. She whispered silently to me the row `` I love you, '' and she moved down to steal Bob 's hard peter inside her. They both let out a diffused moan and began moving in a slow, pulsating rhythm, pressing together, holding his erecting deep inside her for a moment and then drawing it out slowly, holding just the chief inside for a instant before slowly plunging the distance of it inside again. I found myself breathing along with the motion, felt my own passion rising along with theirs.

Half surprised, I found I was no longer behind the camera lens ; I seemed to have emerged to find myself standing alongside the bed staring down at this aerial scene almost like looking through fog, my mind not quite fully comprehending the outrageousness of what was happening. If I had been dreaming this could not sustain been any more real and insubstantial. They were not looking at me, but I knew they were both fully aware of my comportment and neither seemed surprised or unhappy that I was there. It just seemed so very natural for me to bring together them that without a single Holy Scripture or obvious effort by any of us, before I knew it, I was lying next to them.

Scots heather rolled off Bob so that she was now snuggled quite cozily between us, her back facing me. I have this favorite position on her lower back that just fits my erect cock and I instinctively moved to it and started stroking myself against her, while Bob stroked his hard-on against the curve of her inner thigh. Then I moved my hand down and put my penis between her legs. I felt her consistence stiffen a piffling and she let out a sigh. Bob felt it, too, and taking the cue he pushed his own penis between her wooden leg from the social movement. What an incredible flavor ! I could feel the softness of her thighs, fond and wet from her own inflammation, and I could feel Bob 's hard-on just barely brushing against mine as we both slid in and out between her leg. I could n't expect any longer, I wanted inside her so badly. I pulled my rooster out from between her leg and pushed it eagerly inside her. She breathed heavily and pressed back against me. We moved slowly, pushing inscrutable with each cam stroke. Bob pulled his own erection away and moved up toward the head of the bed. While I continued to plunge myself in and out of her, Bob put his pecker near her back talk and she willingly drew it in, running her lips almost the length of its erect shaft, teasing the pass with her natural language, then stroking it with her hired hand while her sassing caressed just the head, then pushing the length inside her oral fissure again. After a dyad of minutes, I knew if I did n't overstretch out I would not be able to keep from coming. I withdrew my hard cock and rolled her over on the bed.

It was Bob 's turn again. He moved on top of her, spread her legs with his human knee lowered himself onto her and pushed his hard-on inside her as far as it would go. She came almost immediately, moaning and gasping and I knew it was one hell of an coming. My intellect was swirling, literally everything was flashing before me with colors and dancing lights. It was like being on drugs. This is what I wanted to see and frankly I was gladiola Bob was the one interior her when it happened because that left me give up to sit back and watch out the display. I almost came myself just watching, but I was n't ready yet. Bob kept pumping, never changing rhythm until she 'd had a truly impressive climax, and then just before I was sure he 'd not be capable to control his own, he slowed, stopped and pulled himself out.

For about a minute, we all just lay there and regained our composure. It had been such an vivid experience for all of us that I think none of us quite knew what to do next. Scots heather decided for us. As we lay on either position of her, she took my hard rooster in one manus and Bob 's in the other, stroking us both to keep us severe, as if either of us needed that to abide hard right now. Then she took a few deep, controlled hint, let each out slowly and I could feel her body relax for a second, and then she rolled over on her stomach and asked, `` Who 's next ? ''

Bob looked at me and asked, `` Do you mind, I really need it right now ? ''

'' Be my client, '' I said.

I moved up to the very principal of the bed and placed my book binding against the headboard so that I was sitting just with her face between my legs. She moved up, put a pillow under her chest and slipped her mouth over my still erect cock, while Bob slipped his once again inside her. She kept my erection nice and intemperately but maintained complete mastery so that I would n't total yet. I could see Bob 's fount as he stroked the full length of his erection inside heather mixture. We caught a glimpse of each early and we looked directly into each other 's optic as he came explosively inside my wife. About a second later, he rolled off her and lay, gasping beside her on the bed.

By this time, she was obviously cook for another climax, and I was more than happy to hold. She moved up to straddle me while I kept my lieu sitting against the headboard. I was very glad I 'd masturbated last night ; I wanted to be skillful and severely when I felt her come around my erect shaft. She knelt over me, her knees behind my hips and she lowered her twat over my erection. I could find it enclosing me, strong and wetter than I 've ever felt it. She moved up and down, demanding every inch of me, pushing hard against me, over and over, and then she tensed and shuddered, pushed herself down tightly onto me and stopped moving. I could feel the waving of a grueling orgasm flowing through her, could feel her throbbing against me while she moved in a lilliputian shake motion on top of me, like if she moved too a lot it would all overwhelm her and she would n't be able to take on it. As soon as I was sure she was satisfied, I lifted her off me, maneuvered her onto her deal and articulatio genus and mounted her from behind. I watched as my knockout, wet prick slipped into this familiar place. I knew what every place inside her felt like, and yet somehow it was all new this time. I could n't verify my fervor any thirster ; did n't want to. I looked at Bob, who was lying on the bed watching us and I knew by the feel on his face that he understood, no matter what had happened, or whether it would ever bump again, she and I were meant to be together. This was something between us, and although he was chosen to be character of it, it was something deeply personal between my married woman and me. I came inside her -- where I belong .