Message-ID: <22923asstr$951163810@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000221.130005.14319.7.tonytony3@juno.com> From: anthony anthony Subject: {ASSM} tonytony3's "Unauthorized autobiography" a wife sharing story, 3/3 Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 15:10:10 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, newsman I heard Jan take a sudden intake of breath, as though she had a mild shock. It seemed early for an orgasm. I looked up at her, and saw a red, flushed face, and felt her body moving in little spasms. Then I looked down, and saw two of my wife's fingers buried, and probing, in Jan's cunt! I looked at Sue in amazement. "Jan and I agreed there'd be no limits. We did this a couple of times in college, and I wondered what it would be like to do this to her with a man in the bed. Look at how lovely and sexy she looks." Jan did, just a picture of erotic pleasure, with her best friend's fingers, and now her best friend's husband's fingers, exploring her. The camera was seeing all of it - her shortness of breath, the sheen persperation offering highlights all over her body, the sensual movement of that body as it responded to my touches, and to Sue's. I was sure no camera had ever captured as sensual a picture. Her whole body was flushed, quivering. I couldn't help myself, found myself bending over, and letting my mouth go where my hand was. Jan muttered something about "no limits", and her legs moved apart, making it easier for my mouth to cover her. Readers, if you want to experience something too erotic to describe, you've got to feel what it's like to have your tongue, and your wife's fingers, both buried in someone else's vulva. Sue's fingers would touch a spot, get a response, then guide me there. I tasted Sue's fingers, Jan's juices. . .and remembered that sometime soon Jan's husband would be watching a video of her on the bed, legs apart, with Sue's fingers, and my mouth, on her and in her. Sexual release wasn't a goal anymore - erotic behavior was. Sexual pleasure was, both the giving of it, and receiving it. Release my not have been my goal, but Jan got there with a huge shuttering orgasm, almost a convulsion. My cock was leaking fluid, it wanted the comfort of a cunt. I pulled away, and moved between Jan's legs, only to be told to change my position so the camera could see, too. Now Jan was in front of me, I was kneeling between her spread legs, with Sue and the camera watching from the side. I leaned forward, my cock insisted on that. Jan reached to provide last minute course corrections, but then came the next too- erotic-to-describe experience. "I'll do that", Sue said, putting one hand on my target's lips, and spreading them with her fingers a little, while the other brought the head of my penis to them, between them. "Now, honey, take your present" Sue said. Jan was using body language: her feet were flat on the bed, legs bent, knees apart, raising her pelvis, 'presenting' her cunt to a cock belonging to her friend's husband, and having that friend guide that cock to her, while knowing that her husband would be able to watch this too, and no matter what, not be able to stop it from moving ahead. She was so wet, but at first, so tight, that I thought the skin of my cock would be peeled off as it entered. "Harder" Jan said. "Oh, God, Rich, I hope you like seeing another cock in me, after all the years it's only been yours," Jan said. That other cock finally did get in! After a few minutes, the sensations dropped from 12 on the Richter scale to just sensational. Jan's hand was coaching my penis where to go, where to touch. It's one of my own perversions, but watching fingers with wedding rings touching penises not part of the marriage excites me. Sue was just sitting, watching my erect penis, now very wet, move in and out her friend. Some minutes later, she said "Honey, I feel like we are kind of even now, for what I did before. I want to try something. Jan, can he take you from behind?" We uncoupled, Jan rolled over, raised herself on hands and knees, and looked into the camera - it was to the side. "Keep watching, Rich." I moved behind her, took her hips in my hands, and once again my cock found its slit. I cycled her hips in and out, and watched her small ass bump against my pelvis with each pull. Her hips were so small the motions were almost like masturbating, but masturbation never had such a wonderful tightness, and wetness, and warmth. Sue moved in front of Jan, and said "Pay attention, Rich." She pulled off her camisole. Now Rich would see as much my wife as anyone ever did. "Like we did to each other once in college, Jan?" she asked. "Can you do that with him doing that?" What were they talking about? "I'll be able to watch up close." "Yes, do that", Jan told her. Do what? Sue rolled onto her back in front of us, and moved her head under Jan's, her legs pointing away from us. Jan stopped moving into and away from me, now my hips were doing the moving. I looked down, and saw Jan's ass, and below it, my erect penis, glistening, moving in and out. Ejaculation wasn't far away. Jan's head moved down - they kissed! "I always wondered what it would be like to kiss you like that," Jan said. "Now you know." Sue began moving under Jan. I saw her stop when her mouth was about under Jan's breast. I could tell her mouth was reaching upward. I know I saw Jan's head lower to one of Sue's breasts, while I think Sue was tonguing Jan's. At least, there were some other components in Jan's movements now, it wasn't just being driven by my pelvis banging into her ass, or my penis filling her cunt. Controlling ejaculation while this was going on was not easy, but was nothing compared to what happened next. Sue began again to move further under us. In a moment I felt her head bump into my thighs. I opened them a little, and soon felt her breath, her fingers, maybe her mouth, playing with my scrotum, while my cock continued to move inside Jan. Jan was supporting herself on her knees and hands. Sue's body was between Jan's arms. Jan looked down, along her body, and Sue's, to see what Sue was doing. She saw. "Sue, remember what we used to wonder about?" she asked. There was a pause in Sue's activities, and she responded. "I remember. I think it's something Rich would like. Me too. Remember, no limits". Jan turned her head, and actually stuck her tongue out at the camera, turned a little more to look at me over her shoulder. "That feels so good, but Sue's only giving, not getting," she said. "Let's fix that." She moved from holding herself up with her hands, to her elbows, one on either side of Sue's hips. I watched as she, with head to one side so I could watch, brought her hands to either side of Sue's vulva, and spread the lips. Sue was so wet, and her engorged clitoris was standing there, very exposed. "You can help, Tony." I couldn't help myself. Pushing hard into Jan, I reached around her head, and put my hand on her wrist. "That's the idea," she said, as I slid my hand over hers, to my wife's cunt, and began stroking her. Sue's legs spread, her knees came up, and I suppose she couldn't help tilting her pelvis to make herself even easier to see and touch. Jan looked over her shoulder again at me. I nodded, and she smiled. She turned so that she could look into the camera, and with her head still to the side, lowered herself until she could bit at my wrist. She moved a little, head downward now, and I felt her bite at the back of my hand, which was still over hers. Another movement, and I felt her mouth and tongue on my knuckles, which were just over Sue's cunt. There was a final movement. I felt her tongue follow my fingers into Sue, and begin working there. Sue went rigid. I couldn't help myself, and began erupting into Jan. Jan moved forward, and had her head well between Sue's legs now, and was moaning, too. My thrusts were making her head move along my wife's vagina, everything was happening at once. Sue later told me there was cum everywhere, including some that fell on her, almost as good as her favorite perversion, she told me later. I sagged to the side, in erotic overload, taking Jan with me. All three of us, Jan in the middle, were in an embrace, for what seemed like a long, long time. Later, Sue told me she came when I did, and so did Jan. I was too distracted to notice, and - shame on me - too selfish at that point to care. Somehow it was my turn in the middle, with two women stroking and kissing me. It didn't take too long before my cock began filling again. I didn't expect that to happen for a week! When it was mostly erect, both women moved down. I saw Sue's hand take control, move it to her mouth, while Jan licked at and under my balls. Then Sue offered my cock to her friend, and her small mouth went over it. At last Sue straddled me, and lowered herself onto me, while Jan watched. We moved together for a few minutes. Sue rose and fell, exposing, then accepting, a well used, wet cock. This was making love. Sue began making the "MMMM mmm" noises I knew meant she was having an orgasm. So was I. It didn't matter who was watching. What happened earlier was erotic, sensual. What was happening now was why we marry people - two people, in love, loving. Jan, afterwards, said it best. "That, boys and girls, was the real thing." Somehow, it all ended with little Jan huddled with her back to Sue, spoon position I guess it's called. And Sue, wrapped around Jan, was in turn wrapped by me. Our bedroom, with the lights out, is beyond dark, it's black. We fell asleep, Jan embraced by Sue, Sue embraced by me. It was hard to tell where one of us ended and the other began. At one point I awoke with an erection, and with a little motion, found a nice place to put it. I awoke again to find my hands being held to breasts, sometimes Sue's, sometimes Jan's. At another time a hand would stoke my penis, or my hand would find a vagina, sometimes with another hand already there, enjoying the moisture, and warmth. By itself that time would pass for world class sensuality, but in these circumstances it was afterplay, and friendly, erotic, and in a way I can't quite explain, loving, too. The sun rose, we awoke, embarrassed, I guess, by what happened. Then Jan, bless her, broke the mood. "Let's not forget an important part of this. Let's go to the video tape!" Production values stank. Audio was awful. But it was pornographic. And erotic. "Rich will love this - I hope" Jan said. "Do we get a copy?" I wanted to know. "Nope. It's my tape. In fact, even if you come down to meet Rich, Tony, I don't think I'll show it. I hope you don't mind, but I don't want to get into swapping or anything. I promise that only Rich and I will ever see again." "Well, Jan, we did it. We did a sex show, who would have though it would have happened so many years after we talked about it?" Jan left that morning, with her husband's birthday present. Later that week Jan told Sue Rich loved it! Things were going well between her and Rich, but that although Sue (and I) could visit, RON's (pilot talk for Remain Over Night) are probably not a good idea. Even Rich said that would be too tempting, and too disturbing. Although we talked about it, we decided our occasional visits to New York City would be best if they didn't include visiting Jan and Rich. Sue was pretty sure it would be a bad thing to overnight there anymore, with or without me. That video, seen once, was enough for us. About three months later, I had to spend a couple of days in Chicago. Sue's office wasn't too busy, so with a bit rearranging, she was able to come with me. It was supposed to be a straight forward few days in high level meetings, with enough time during the day for Sue to enjoy a city she had never visited, and time at night for us to enjoy each other. There'd be no fooling around, "Chicago's on our side of the Mississippi." The best intentioned plans sometimes fail. We arrived in Chicago very late, and as luck would have it, there was a screw up at the hotel. The Guaranteed Late Arrival room no longer existed. We were limoed to a sister hotel that had reasonable accommodations. We checked out the room, it had a king bed, non smoking, and nice enough for a single night. As we had the luggage brought up, we noticed there was a nice looking restaurant in the hotel. I was ready for that. Sue freshened up - I don't know why, she never looks bad, or hassled, at times like these. She did what she had to, and down we went. Dinner was fine. I noticed, though, a man, eating alone. Having traveled on business enough I know one of the bummers of business travel is finishing a day's intensive work, dealing with interesting and intelligent people all at high energy, then being alone that night. There was more to it than that, though. This man kept glancing at us, but would avert his gaze when he saw me looking back. He was well dressed, looked to be as tall as me (an inch or two over 6 feet) but there any comparison ended. I'm 185 pounds, or so. He was 225, and not fat. I'm white, he was black. His face looked like it had been hacked of ebony, or chiseled from a tough black marble. Very rugged, very handsome, If he was younger, I'd have guessed he was a pro football player. The meal ended, Sue had one of the two cocktails she allows herself in an evening. Three usually means no inhibitions, and fun. We started for our room, but in passing the lounge we heard what had to be live music - of the kind (slow) we like to dance to. Sue is at my side while I'm typing this story. She says write the truth. The truth is, It's the kind Sue likes to dance to. The lounge was nice, dim, moderately crowded. We got a small table, ordered a token drink, and went to the floor. A half hour of dancing later I noticed that hunk of ebony or chiseled marble at the bar, and again spending time watching us. "Honey, did you notice anyone staring at us at dinner and here?" "If you mean a tall, rugged looking handsome black man sitting at the left end the bar, no, I haven't noticed a thing," Sue replied. Sue tells me now she saw him watching us all through dinner, too, and she was a little unnerved about it. "Oh." Some more dancing, then the fluids I had been drinking made their presence in my bladder known. "I need to find a men's room, or we can call it a night, honey." "I'm really enjoying being here. Go pee. I'll make it worth your while if we stay a little longer." "OK. Be back in a couple of minutes." "The men's room is around the bar, sir" the waiter said, and off I went. Fate stepped in. I was walking along the bar, and Ebony, seeing me coming, kind of turned away. "Excuse me." He turned back. "Can I help you?" "My wife and I noticed you've been staring at us, all evening. What's going on?" "Sorry, sir. I'm still about 10 days from getting home, and I'm lonesome. Seeing a couple who seem happy makes it easier, and harder. Guess I wasn't being very polite. No offence meant." "None was taken." "I'll just finish my drink, and go to my room." "Look," I said. "We're going to be here for a while yet. I'm going to the head. Go ask my wife to dance, I'm sure she'd like that." "You wouldn't mind?" "No, and neither would she. Just tell her you appreciated being called a `rugged good looking black man'." Some minutes later I came back to the table, to see it empty of people, but with an extra glass and chair. There they were, on the dance floor. Sue looked lost in the arms of this man. They came back to the table. "Honey, Rudy said you sent him over." I stood: "Hi, Rudy, thanks for keeping her company. Sit down a while." We talked a little, the music started again, and this time I took my wife to the floor. "Thanks for sending him over - he's a charming guy." "I didn't realize how big he is," I said. "Well, it's not that he's tall, but honey I can hardly get my arms around him. And he's all muscle - it's like dancing with a walking oak tree." "Ebony", I thought. The next several dances were his. I enjoyed watching them - he was very proper with Sue, and that might have annoyed her just a little. After all, and she's said this before in different circumstances "I'm a woman, not his sister!" After an hour, and after a few more drinks (Sue had more than she usually does, and anyone who has read this story from the start knows what that can lead to) it was Sue's turn to visit the ladies room. She returned to see Rudy and me in a deep conversation. "I hope you're not talking about me." And then the band leader announced there'd be a 20 minute break. Rudy started to say his good-nights, and Sue went to him, gave him a kiss that was a bit more than sisterly. We shook hands, he waved, and went off. Sue reminded me I had a reward coming for staying in the lounge and dancing with her, even though I was tired. We went to our room, too. I was very much awake. "Night cap?" "Sure." The in room bar had makings for our martinis, now her fourth, and enough make her silly. I got the drinks started, Sue found slow music on the in room sound system, and began moving to it. "I gotta tell you that what started off as a dull evening turned out to be pretty exciting. I got horny dancing with Rudy, and can't wait to get into bed. I want to give you your reward." "I have a different idea." "What do you mean?" "Well, I'm horny, too. I think I'd like my woman to be a little trashy tonight." She did a little bump and grind. "Let's go to bed, I'll show you how trashy I can be." "Trashier than that." There was a few second's silence. "What do you want, Tony?" "Rudy is in his room about 10 doors down the hall. He's been here for a week with his work team, and won't be home for another week. His buddies are out at a strip joint, he didn't want to do that, so he's here alone, now. "I told him I'd ask you if you'd like to have him come by and join us for a drink. I told him I'd call him at 1AM if it was ok with you. That's in 20 minutes. "I'm going to change - you think about it, and if you like the idea of at least fooling around a bit, tell me when I come out. "Wait a minute. You mean invite him here and. . ." I interrupted. "Yeah. No promises, but what happens, happens, and the deal has to be that there'll be no crap from me to you, or you to me, no matter what." I went to the bathroom, changed into pj bottoms and a robe, stroked an very erect cock - it was going to be in a nice place, no matter what happened, in a little while. I came out. "Well?" "I'm scared about this." "OK, we won't call, come to bed." "I didn't say not to call, honey. I'd like to be trashy again for you, maybe tonight would be OK." "With you and Rudy, I mean." "You know if he comes you may wind up getting fucked by two men, don't you?" "You mean at the same time, instead him first, and you later, like Baton Rouge?" "Yes, maybe at the same time." "You really want me to be trasht tonight?" "Yep." "Then, honey, call him." I watched my wonderful wife blush as I called, room to room. "Come on over for a night cap, Rudy." Sue came into my arms - "Honey - I wanted to make love with you tonight. We will do that, won't we?" "I think so. Sue, change into something sexy, and put your heels on, ok?" "I guess I should do that," she said, took some things from her suit case, and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later there was a quiet knock, and I opened the door to admit Rudy. The man had style. He came in wearing a very black robe, and black pajama bottoms were visible, too. "Thanks for inviting me." "Rudy, I'll make you a drink," I said. "Sue'll be out in a moment." The bathroom door opened, and Sue, flushed, made her entrance in a black robe over what I knew to be a full length silky negligee. She was wearing her heels, too, and looked, well, sexy. Good enough to eat, to coin a phrase. Who knows, maybe that would happen. "Welcome, Rudy," she said, smiling, "we're glad you came." "Thanks for asking me over, Sue. That music is nice, and I'd rather dance than drink." Seeing my wife, in her black robe, wrapped in Rudy's black robed arms was exciting for me, and my erection began to grow. But, Rudy was dancing with her in a very proper way. I couldn't help myself. "Rudy, I'm offended. You are dancing with a woman I think is beautiful and sexy, and you are holding her as though she was your mother or sister." And Sue said "I won't break, Rudy." He held her closer. Sue reddens when she's excited - and she was bright red, now. At the end of the music she broke from his embrace. Standing near the in room bar, each had another sip of cocktail. Both Rudy and I had modest bulges pressing at our robes. It was my turn to dance with Sue. She ground her pelvis into mine, and said "It's looking like it will be an exciting night." Rudy broke in, and once again my white blond wife was wrapped in black, and it was as an erotic a sight as I had seen since her ex-room-mate visited. Since both were wearing black, the only contrast was Sue's blond hair on his shoulder. Rudy's hand, on her small of her back, moved downwards a little unsurely, until it was resting on the outward curve Sue's buttocks. She didn't object, and just moved a little closer to him. She tells me now, as I'm typing this, that his erection was pushing at her pelvis, and really exciting her. Midway through that dance, I decided to turn the heat up a little. "May I cut in?" Rudy reluctantly relinquished her. She turned to me, and we began moving again, and as with Rudy she moved very close to me. Ah, but I held her away, and while her arms were around me, got mine between the two of us. And, while watching her carefully, I found the sash holding her robe closed. She felt me fumble with it, and did nothing to prevent me from doing what I was doing, until there came a time when the knot was undone, and the two ends of the sash fell away. She moved closer to me, but again, I forced a separation. Her robe opened, hanging freely from her shoulders. "That looks great," Rudy said, "can I cut in?" As Sue released me and turned to him, I captured the robe, and pulled at it. Sue extended her arms behind her, looking like some mythical greek goddess, allowing the sleeves to move along her arms, and off, freeing those arms to reach up, one hand meeting Rudy's, the other around to his back, moving close to him, and moving in time to the music, a seamless removal of ther robe, and change of partners. It couldn't have been choreographed better. Her negligee was black, not quite translucent. It was a silky clingy sort thing, and hung from two ribbon straps on her shoulders. When she moved a hip was outlined, then concealed. Her breasts moved nicely under it, too. Her nipples were erect, and poking at the fabric. It was held at the waist with a sash, and that also outlined her figure nicely. Finally, it had a side slit, so that from time to time a lot of leg was exposed. And, it left little doubt that it was the only thing she was wearing. When a gap appeared between their bodies, I could see Rudy was aroused - his robe was pushed out, and he wasn't trying to be polite about it. "My husband told me to be trashy tonight, Rudy", Sue said, still blushing. Sue's arm, which had been around Rudy's back, came forward, to his cheek. Sue slowed the dancing, and kissed him. The hand on his cheek, palm outward, traced over his robe, to his chest. "You've a big chest, Rudy", she said, and the hand traced down lower, grazing his erection, then went to his back again. The music stopped, the dance was over, and Sue went to the in room bar for another drink. She sat beside me, and pulled at my robe. "Fair's fair, and all that," she said, so I shrugged it off. I run and swim, so my body is lean, and I'm proud of it. Rudy said "It looks like you run for conditioning. I pump iron, and do body building." "Show me", Sue said. "I thought you'd never ask." His robe came off, then he shed his pajamas tops, too. He at least pumped iron, judging from his physical condition. His erection was tenting his pants, now. "Can I dance some more with this hunk?" Sue asked. "You bet", we both said. She moved toward him, and when his arms, swaying to the music, she was being held by muscles covered with the blackest skin I'd seen. I saw his hands up and down her back, the dancing had stopped but those two people were just swaying together. His hands went to her ass, pulled her to him, and with her hands around his neck, kissed her. I saw mouths open as their lips met, dark on red, pale cheek against black. Sue pushed away after a moment. Sue's hand again was tracing down his chest, and I watched it move lower, to a true washboard belly. "That feels nice," she said, and to me, she asked "Trashy enough?" "No." The hand moved below the belly, under his pants - "that feels nicer", Sue said, as her hand came out, and they were dancing slowly, again. Sue tells me now that his cock was pulsing when she just barely touched it, and just touching it made her feel, well, trashy. We'd been married a lot years, and she had sex with only one other guy since then - you read abut that earlier. She tells me, as I'm typing this, that every once in a while she likes straight sensual sex - no love making, just sex - and she was very ready for that then. She's ready for that now, too, while I'm typing! She asked me again, "Is that trashy enough?" "Almost," I assured her. I moved behind Sue, slipped my hands between them, and cupped her breasts. Her nipples - you know she calls them her headlights, were on high beam! She could, she tells me now, feel my erection, and his, both pressing into her. I had an idea. They were dancing very close together, now. Still behind, I pulled one of her arms from him, and put it on her side, then brushed that shoulder strap out, and down. Sue cooperated, extracting that arm, and put it back around Rudy. The night dress was held up because she was against Rudy. She tells me now that she was afraid to move away, she felt modest, ashamed, but excited too. She said she wanted help for the next step. I went back to the bed. The music ended. They continued to stand, close together. "Sue, you can't stand there for ever." She held the right side of her negligee up with her left hand, and turned to me. "Trashier?" she asked. "Yes." That was the help she needed, but she got more than that. Rudy came up behind her. His big hands reached around her hips, to her belly. Sue parted her legs a bit. She says she wanted those big hands to move down, over her pubic mount. Instead, I watched as these black hands moved up, until they were under her breasts. He bent, and began kissing her neck, while she stood there, still with her hand holding up her negligee. His hand slipped under it, and began fondling her breast. Sue said his hands were rough on her breast - much different from my touch, and that he began squeezing her nipple enough for it to hurt, but in a pleasurable way - not that it needed help in being erect. "I want to see your hands on her, Rudy" I said. His other hand took the one she was using to hold her strap, and moved it down. Sue says now she wanted to get naked, but she wanted us to be responsible. The negligee fell open, now with only one shoulder strap holding it up, and I watched this black hand caress, then pitch at and twist her nipple. My cock was bursting. Sue's hands were crossed behind her, I'm sure stroking Rudy's cock, through his pajama bottoms. She says, now, that's exactly what she was doing. I didn't realize it at the time, but Sue said it was poking into the crack between her buttocks, then, and she first realized she might be in a double penetration sandwich that night, and it was ok with her. She turned back to Rudy, reached out to dance with him again, with the negligee draped from one shoulder, her breast, with erect nipple, exposed. I watched it meet his bare chest, and had not been as excited since, well, a couple of months ago. Now his right hand was on her bare back, and I loved the sight of that black hand on that white skin. She wanted that hand to go lower, but that didn't happen, yet. Instead, I went behind her again, and pushed at the other shoulder strap. Rudy put his hands on her shoulders, and slowly moved her away from him, pushing her arms down, until the strap moved down her arm, pushed down by him, tells me now, until the negligee fell away, to her waist, where it was held by the sash. Sue said she watched his face as he looked at her, bare from the of waist up, her nipples pointing at him, and she saw his black face get even darker as it - and other parts of his anatomy - became engorged with blood. She loved it. Sue turned to me, flushed with excitement, bare breasted, and pulled me to a standing position. "You've undressed me, and now you have to pay price." She pulled at my bottoms, they unsnapped, and fell. I stepped out of them, first one, but I was sure not only one, to be naked tonight in this room. I couldn't wait. I took Sue by hand, and pulled her to bed. I was being a lousy host. I sat, legs wide, turned her so that she was facing Rudy, her back to me. She stood there, arms by her side, her negligee draped from her hips. I put my hands there, on those hips, at that boundary between skin and fabric. Sue, sitting beside me, tells me she remembers that, and asks me if I remember what happened next. I'll never forget. She put her hands over mine. "That's right," Sue, sitting beside me as I type, says. "And then?" my wife asks, "and then what did I do?" I remember very well, how we both pushed down, moving black bundle of fabric over swell of her hips, and to her thighs, until it fell away. And how she stepped out of that bundle fabric, and kicked it aside. I took her hips again, and pulled her back towards me. I remember leaning back a bit, so my erection was almost vertical. I remember how she reached between her legs, under her, found me, adjusted my position, and descended, moving onto me, over me. My cock found nice place it was looking for. Oh, that felt good! Rudy was watching as she settled, breasts and nipples pointing at him, as she accepted my cock in her. "I'd like some of that, too" he said. "In a while, Rudy, but first, I want Tony there. Come closer, Rudy. I can be good to you in a different way." "In my favorite way." He did, and Sue reached to his hips, gathered a handful of pajama material in each hand, and pulled his pajama bottoms down. He stepped out of them. Now all three of us were naked. His cock, long, thick, angry looking and pulsing, sprang free, almost touching her breasts. Its shaft looked like a branch from an ebony tree, veined and thick. Sue looked at it, and tells me now that if she wasn't married and sexually satisfied with me, she could become a whore for cocks like that. Sue looked at me over her shoulder. I put a hand on either side of her face, and turned her so that she was facing Rudy. "Do your favorite thing, Sue," I told her. She looked up at his face, reached for his hips, and drew him closer. I couldn't see, but was sure his cock was pressing against her breast. Her mouth was against his belly, and his cock moved to her shoulder, its eye staring at me, starting to weep a drop of fluid. Sue says, as I'm typing this, that heat from his cock on her shoulder was wonderful, and I don't remember this, but she tipped her head so she could feel its heat on her ear, then on her cheek, too. I moved my hands to her cheeks, with my fingers just at edge of her mouth, and could feel her mouth open, and her tongue wetting her lips, touching my finger tips. At same time, I could feel little spasms as her cunt gripped my cock. "She's liking this, " I thought. She says, as I'm typing, that she sure did, and she loved that her husband was about to do what she knew I was about to do. I tilted her head down a little, and could feel her mouth open more. She pushed Rudy a way a little, and I saw her hands come to his pelvis, and I'm sure they were holding his cock. Being behind her, I couldn't see, of course. I felt her mouth open wider, and I moved her head down a little - it didn't take much encouragement. Sue tells me now that she had one hand around shaft of his cock, and other was cupping his scrotum at this instant. Then I felt her cheeks indent. Mouth open, cheeks indenting: no question about what was going on, she was sucking him in, hard. I looked up at Rudy, who was looking down at my wife, and I could see his hips move, and in time with that I felt, through her cheeks, his cock move in her mouth. The expression of joy and lust on his face was priceless. "Rudy, you can come this way?", Sue mumbled. "Shouldn't talk with your mouth full", I said. Her vagina with its little quivers was telling me she was very excited - but all of us were. She says now she had a mini orgasm then, not her first, and for sure not her last of the evening. "I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to fuck you," he replied. The man had taste. Her cunt spasmed around my cock. She mumbled something again. "What did you say, Sue?" Her cunt squeezed my cock, her hands squeezed Rudy's. "I said 'I want that, too.'" I have to stop writing, now. Sue says it's time to do something else that will be more fun than finishing this story. And that, dear readers, is all we're going to tell. Let us know if you enjoyed it. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+