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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.
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