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Third Party Liability
(F/MM, wife)

By Jennifer Doalfer
Copyright 2000

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Third Party liability.

In the first years after I met Poul we went to an
annual conference for doctors.   We weren't able
to go as delegates, but instead went as part of
the staff organising the event.  It was rather
expensive to attend the conference, and as we
weren't then working at the private hospitals as
we do now, we couldn't get the hospital to pay
and we couldn't afford to pay for ourselves
either. By working there during the conference we
could attend most of the lectures, or at least
read the transcripts and mingle with the
experienced doctors.  We were very ambitious in
those days.

There was a core of the same staff attending
these conferences each year.  We had already been
to several conferences and were now part of the
'in' crowd, the nucleus of the staff.  A lot of
partying went on amongst the staff, who more
often than not, weren't allowed to attend the
major functions.  Many of the staff had short
conference romances, sometimes with the delegates
and sometimes with the temporary staff who were
usually employed locally.

The conference took place in Albu Feira in
Southern Portugal, on the coast of Algarve.  It
was such a lovely place that many of the staff
had decided to take their holidays in
continuation of the conference, in that way
getting the transport to a superb holiday resort
for nothing and also benefiting from the low
conference rates for the rooms.  Poul and I had
already booked our room a long time ahead, but
our friend Igor had only decided to stay on
during the conference, and now had the problem
that there was no vacant room for him for the
last night before his flight home.  He was a good
friend of ours, so it didn't take much discussion
between Poul and me, before we agreed to invite
him to spend the last night in our room.

I think Igor was having a relationship with one
of the delegates (probably the same one he was
with the previous year), because we didn't see
him much during the actual conference, except
during working hours when he seemed rather
exhausted.  But after she left, a few days after
the conference had finished, we spent a lot of
time with Igor, who really was a dear friend.  He
was a good bit older than us, but very attractive
and very popular and being a member of the core
staff, attended most of the conferences with both
staff and delegates.  I knew he fancied me
because he kept teasing me all the time and
jokingly making lewd remarks, both directly to
me, and also often to Poul, but in such a way
that I could always hear them.

That last night, all of us who stayed on had
decided to have a dance at the beach.  There was
a dance bar on the beach, which shut at midnight,
but we had arranged our own ghettoblaster, crates
of wine and a huge fire for later.

I had put on my very small G-string bikini in
preparation for a swim at the beach afterwards,
and just a thin skirt and stole to be somewhat
covered for the dance bar.  There was a fantastic
atmosphere.  All of us were good friends, we all
had had quite a bit to drink, and the air was
heavy with sex.  Lots of the conference romances
had ended when the delegates or the other party
went home, as some were not able to stay as long
as the rest of us.  When the bar closed and we
remained on the beach; new alliances had already
been formed for the last night's celebration.

It wasn't long before the first girls had removed
their blouses and were dancing topless on the
beach to the tunes popular that summer.  I had
shed my skirt and stole, but not my top.  I
wasn't quite as drunk as some of the other girls,
and, as Igor kept asking me to dance, I thought
it would be just a bit too provocative, or at
least, would be sending a wrong signal if I had
removed it.

However, Poul kept playing with my bikini.  It
was made up of triangles held up by  thin string-
like straps, and the material would easily slide
sideways with these straps.  Either he would
squeeze the material together to create a thin
line of material, only just covering my nipples,
or he would slide it so far to one side that a
nipple would almost slip out.

"Poul," I complained, "if you continue like that
I might just as well not be wearing anything!"

"Wrong," he replied.  "This is so much more
sexy."  He had just collected the front of the
bikini bottom to a one-inch-wide strip of
material not really covering anything.

"Sure it is.  But so will Igor and all the others
think that, and I'll have them crawling all over
me for the rest of the evening," I said, as I
tried to pull it back in place, but Poul stopped
me.

"I dare you to keep it like that for the next
dance with Igor," he challenged me with a
lopsided grin.  He pulled me close and I could
clearly feel his erection against my stomach.  I
knew he loved it when other guys looked at me.

"Okay, but you will have to fend him off if he
gets any ideas."  I wasn't really worried.  Igor
was always teasing, but he had never gone beyond
a friendly kiss.  And even if he did, Poul would
just stop him if he thought he was going too far.

"Of course," Poul nodded in confirmation.

I didn't think he sounded very convincing, and as
he pulled the bikini bottom back to the narrow
strip after I had just managed to straighten it
out again, I realised he was quite happy to let
Igor have a good look.  I just watched passively
as he did the same to the top, lifting the
material free of my breasts, and squeezing it
together to no more than a thin strap just barely
covering my nipples.  I shook my head.

"You are off your head.  You don't really want me
to dance like this?"

"That is exactly what I want," he said.

"Igor, could you please entertain Jenny while I
go and get some more beer," Poul called out to
Igor.

I wasn't aware that Igor was so close, and I
didn't have the chance either to consider the
situation or cover myself.  Anyway, I had
promised Poul I would dance with Igor like this,
and if that turned him on, well, what the hell!

Igor stared at me.

"Whoa, that bikini sure doesn't cover very much!"
he exclaimed.

I looked down at myself.  One nipple was only
half covered and as he looked it started to swell
and grow really hard.

"Well, Poul seems to like it like that," I said
apologetically.

"He is not the only one," said Igor as he pulled
me close.  He was only wearing a pair of very
small swimming trunks; we might as well have been
standing naked against each other.

As we danced closely, I couldn't help slowly
becoming excited.  He had his hands at my sides,
slowly running them up and down, stroking the
sides of my breasts.  I put my arms around the
back of his neck and put my head on his shoulder.
I could feel his dick going hard and digging into
me.  I always considered that as a compliment.  I
don't always like the feeling; it depends on the
guy.  More often than not it just spells trouble,
but with Igor, it was just another wholehearted
compliment.  He put a hand on my bum and pulled
me harder against him.

"Can you feel what you are doing to me?" he
whispered.  I sure could.  I could also feel his
hand all over my naked bum.  The string had dug
itself into my ass crack; for all practical
purposes leaving my bottom naked.

I looked over at Poul coming back with another
crate of beer.  I  kind of expected him to come
over now and stop us, but he didn't.  He just sat
down and smiled encouragingly to me. I couldn't
believe it.  Here I was, almost naked, being
pawed all over by Igor, and Poul was just sitting
there smiling.  What would it take for Poul to
stop him?

"I can certainly feel it, but I am not doing
anything.  It must all be in your mind," I teased
him.

We danced a bit more.

With Poul watching us, Igor didn't go any further
and I didn't quite know if I was disappointed or
relieved.  I had become quite excited myself,
feeling Igor's hardness pressing into me, but
despite the fact that it had been fun to talk
openly about how he got hard from dancing with
me, I wouldn't have known how to take it to the
next step with Poul sitting watching us.

Poul danced some more with me, teasingly trying
to get me to drop my top.

"Did Igor do anything?" he wanted know.

"Such as?" I replied, playing dumb.

"You know, like touching you?"  He seemed a bit
embarrassed about having to ask, so I helped him
by answering truthfully:

"Not really.  He had his hands quite close to my
breasts without really touching them.  He did
hold my bum and press up against me, so I could
feel he was excited from dancing with me, but
that was all.  Then you came along."

"Are you sorry I came back?  Would you have let
him continue?  I mean, now that you had got him
excited."

I could tell he was getting turned on from this
line of thought, and in turn, I have always been
aroused by the way that Poul gets excited from
talking about me and other guys.

"Maybe a bit further.  I don't know."  I really
didn't.  Poul thought about my reply.

"Did you get excited as well?" he wanted to know,
but he didn't wait for an answer.  He pretended
to kiss my neck and shoulder so he could bend
down at the same time as running a finger up
between my legs.  I was dripping and I knew it.

"Um, I guess so," I admitted, not unaffected by
his fingers.

We continued for a couple more hours.  I danced a
few more times with Igor, but he never got any
further than before.  Finally, most of the other
couples had left and it was time for us to go
back as well.

I was slightly apprehensive about sharing our
room after my encounter with Igor.  I managed to
slip into the bathroom first while the guys had a
last beer on the balcony.  I washed and made
myself ready for the night and put on a long T-
shirt and a pair of running shorts.  I thought
that was actually much less provocative than what
I had been wearing at the beach.  I didn't know
about the sleeping arrangement, as there was
only one large bed.  I slipped into the bed,
taking the side I had always slept on.

Poul came in when he saw me slipping into the
bed.  He looked at me.

"You will have to sleep in the middle," he said.
"I am not sleeping next to a guy,".

I'd had much the same thought myself; I just
wanted him to say it.  I obediently moved into
the middle of the bed.

Poul went to the bathroom and then joined me in
the bed.  Shortly afterwards Igor made it to the
bathroom.  Poul rested on an elbow and looked at
me.  Then he slipped a hand up under my T-shirt
and cupped my breast.  I immediately became all
hot and excited.  When he kissed me I realised
how turned on I had become after the dances on
the beach, and I soon forgot the time and place.
Soon he had a hand in my shorts and I was getting
close to an orgasm when I heard Igor running the
shower in the bathroom.  That brought me back to
my senses.

"Poul, stop.  We can't do that now, Igor might
come out any minute now," I said, not really
wanting him to stop.

He didn't.

"He has only just started running the shower, it
will be a while before he is out, and I am so
horny.  I want to fuck," Poul whispered.

"So do I, but just play a bit with me.  We
haven't got time for that."

He complied, and when he had me close to the
brink again, he whispered,

"I want you to take off these clothes."

"But, why . . . ?"

"I like the idea of you lying naked between Igor
and me," Poul whispered in my ear.

"But what if he finds out?"  I had just put on
these clothes to try to appear decent in bed.

"Well, so what?"

"I mean, he might take it as an invitation to try
something."  I hadn't quite caught on yet.

"I thought you said you were horny and wanted to
fuck as well?  I am sure Igor would love to".

Now I caught on.  Poul wanted me to do exactly
that.

"And you would find that okay?" I asked
incredulously.

"Not only okay, I would find it extremely
arousing.  Go on, just do it now."

The water had stopped and Igor could be out any
minute.  I didn't have much time to think.  Poul
was already tugging at my T-shirt.  I sat up and
pulled it off.   Poul pulled down my shorts.  I
hid both under the pillow, and had only just lain
down again with no time for regrets when Igor
opened the bathroom door and came out.  He only
had on a small pair of tight shorts.  I could
clearly see the outline of his penis through the
material.  I couldn't believe I was lying here
naked in the middle of the bed staring longingly
at Igor's bulging shorts.   But the thought was
exciting me.

He wasn't looking at me, but merely sat on the
edge of the bed.  When he had his back to me,
Poul pulled my leg against his, and ran a finger
all the way up to my pussy.  I stifled a small
gasp as his fingers found my erect clit.  I
almost forgot about Igor, but I couldn't; he was
so close.  I couldn't see how we could be three
people sharing one sheet, and with us being so
close that Igor wouldn't detect that I wasn't
wearing any clothes.  I shivered, partly from the
thought and partly from Poul's actions.

As I stared at Igor's back, he lifted himself off
the bed and pulled off his small shorts.  As he
sat back down on the bed, I realised he was going
to get into the bed naked.  I didn't get time to
think further about that, because now Igor turned
and lifted the sheet to get under it.  I guess he
could have slipped under the sheet without
lifting it too much, but he didn't.  I don't
think he lifted it enough to actually see my
breasts, but certainly enough to notice that I
didn't have on the T-shirt he had seen me wearing
when getting into the bed.  I wondered if my
excited nipples poking up the sheet had made him
suspicious and made him lift the sheet enough to
check what I was wearing.

Whatever his motive, there was no doubt that he
now knew I had shed my clothes after getting into
bed.   I don't know what messages I was sending
to him, but I knew what it was doing to me.
Between Poul's continued subtle play with my clit
and the thought of Igor and me lying here naked,
next to each other, almost made me come.  I
closed my eyes and bit my lip knowing that Igor
was staring at me, but not being able to meet his
stare as I was trying to shield my emotions.

I wasn't even aware I was doing it, but
involuntarily my other leg moved outwards,
spreading my legs completely for Poul's hand.
The action also made my other leg meet Igor's
dick, which predictably, had grown hard by now.
I just pushed harder against it.  I wasn't really
thinking until I felt Igor's hand on my stomach.
It travelled upwards, passing, but not resting on
my breasts poking out at the top of the sheet.  I
opened my eyes, looking at him.  He looked
questioningly at me as his fingers closed on the
sheet and slowly pulled it down.  I guess he was
watching me to see my reaction in order to stop
if I objected.   But I didn't.   I couldn't.  I
wanted him to do it.  As the sheet cleared my
nipple I gasped.  This was the first time Igor
had seen an intimate part of me, and having
reached that stage, there was no stopping.  I
noticed him change the direction of his stare to
look at Poul, still with the same questioning
look.  His hand had stopped.  I don't know what
signal Poul gave him, but as the sheet continued
down, I assumed that in one way or another he had
given Igor the go-ahead.

At first I couldn't believe that Poul really
wanted this to happen, but now I did.  It wasn't
just because I knew Poul wanted me to accept it,
which had been my reason for agreeing to take off
my clothes.  I now thought of Igor's fondling me
at the beach, all his remarks and hints which I
had just rejected as normal, boyish kidding, and
I realised I had really been longing for his
touch.  But what was Poul getting out of this?
He had stopped playing with me as the sheet
cleared my crotch, leaving it up to Igor to do
what he wanted with me.  I looked down at Poul.
I hadn't noticed he had removed his shorts, but
now it was obvious that the situation excited
him, for he had an enormous erection.  I looked
at his face.  He stared excitedly at me.  His
breath came in shallow puffs, the way I knew so
well when he was highly aroused.  Why was he so
aroused at the thought that his wife was about to
be fucked by a good friend?

I pushed that question to the back of my mind as
Igor leant over me.  His hand squeezed one of my
breasts a little, playing with the nipple.  It
felt so sensitive.  When his mouth closed over
the nipple and he started sucking I almost came,
not only from the sensation, but also from the
thought that this was Igor doing it.  I was still
looking at Poul as Igor's hands moved down from
my breasts.  As they approached my crotch I
spread my legs as much as possible, each thigh
bumping into a hard, male rod.  When his hands
separated my nether lips and a finger slipped
into me, I closed my eyes guessing that if Poul
was getting excited from watching me with Igor,
he should get even more pleasure from knowing
what this was doing for me.  He knows that when I
close my eyes, it is because I can hardly stand
the pleasure.

When I felt a hand closing over my other breast I
knew Poul had joined in the game.  Igor's finger
slipped out of me again and moved up to my clit,
barely more than imperceptibly playing with it.
I was writhing around trying to get more feeling
out of it, but he just kept teasing me.  His
mouth left my breast and I felt him kiss my belly
button and trace a wet line down to my pubic
hairline.  I thrust my pelvis upwards, trying to
make it easy for him to get to where I knew he
was headed.  But he didn't stop.  He continued
down to my knee and soon I felt him kissing my
toes.  I wanted to raise my head and look at him,
but Poul was kissing me while he was playing with
my nipples, so I couldn't get up.

I felt Igor move off the bed, and then my legs
were spread as he positioned his face between
them.  He put his hands under my buttocks and
lifted me up.  I felt his breath on my exposed
lips and his tongue started to play with them.  I
must have let out a small scream for Poul stopped
kissing me and looked down.  I wanted to look as
well, and sat up on my elbows.  I bent my legs,
so I could push up against Igor's tongue,
indicating that his touch was too light.  I
wanted more.  He must have got the message,
because he sucked my clit into his mouth, letting
his tongue work harder on my now very exposed and
unprotected clit.

"Oh God, that is good," I couldn't help
exclaiming.  I looked at Poul who stared at me in
fascination.

I couldn't last long like that and before I knew
it, the first small contractions hit me.  Poul
was resting on an elbow watching me as I felt a
large orgasm ripple through my body.  Igor held
my legs as in a vice to stop me from throwing him
off as the spasms really hit me.  Finally I had
to grab Igor's hair and force him away.  I needed
a rest, couldn't take any more - it was just too
intense.

"Um, you tasted so nice," Igor said with a horse
voice.  "Does she always get so wet?" he asked
Poul.

"Yes, when she gets very aroused, isn't that
right dear?" Poul replied, looking lovingly at
me.

"Stop talking about me as if I were some object,"
I complained.  "And yes, I do.  I mean, get very
wet when aroused.  Which I am now."

I pulled Igor down next to me on the bed and
indicated I wanted him to turn over onto his
back.  His dick was large and thick.  Very hard,
standing almost vertical, its blue and shiny head
pulsing in his excitement.

I crawled on top of him, intending to slide onto
him in a way which gave Poul a good view, but as
I sat up and looked at Poul, I could see that he
was staring at me as if trying to give me a
signal.  Igor was looking at me, and not at Poul,
so Poul could make a round mouth indicating with
a sucking motion that he wanted me to go down on
Igor.  I thought of Igor's large, hard dick.
Poul wanted to watch me lick it and take it in my
mouth.

"Oh, Igor! That just looks so inviting," I said
as I lowered myself down to only a tongue's
length from the shiny mushroom head of his cock.

"Gee, Jenny. I never thought you would . . . " he
said but broke off as I ran my tongue all the way
up the underside of his dick.

"Oh yeah, please.  I can't believe you are really
doing that to me.  I have had wet dreams about
you doing that so many times," he breathed.
"Poul, I hope you realise what a fantastic wife
you have."

He was panting heavily.  I looked up at Poul as I
opened my mouth wide and slipped the head of
Igor's penis into my mouth.  I took it as deep as
I could while I kept staring at Poul.  He had a
hand on his own dick, and I could tell from the
look on his face that he was highly aroused and
close to coming.

I didn't break eye contact with him as I worked
Igor's dick further and further into my mouth.  I
wanted to try to take it all the way, not only
for Igor's sake, but also because I know Poul
loves it when I do it to him.  He says it is so
sexy to watch me do it.  I wanted him to see me
doing that now, but to Igor.  I knew that's what
he wanted too when he swept my hair back to have
an uninterrupted view of Igor's dick when I
finally had it in my throat, up to the hilt.  I
knew I had it as far as I could when I felt his
pubic hair against my lips.   I would do a couple
of deep sucks and then breathe, then ram the dick
back into my mouth.  Igor was mumbling
unintelligible words to me, probably in Russian.
Whatever language it was, it conveyed his
excitement very well, and I could feel that he
was about to come.  I didn't want that yet, so I
gradually slowed down, just doing a few last long
sucks, then ending up with a few hard ones just
around the base of the head.

I sat up and looked down at him.  I put my hands
on my breasts, cupping them and playing with them
myself, letting Igor watch as I got more and more
aroused from the way he was staring at me.

I was slowly making my way up towards his cock,
which was once again towering freely, almost
between my legs.  Soon I was sliding along it as
I pressed it down on his stomach.  I was rubbing
up and down the length of it, before I started to
rise high enough to enable it to  enter me.  I
still had my hands on my breasts.  Igor had
placed his hands on mine, feeling me rubbing my
breasts and guiding me to where he wanted my
hands, and ensuring they were  not obscuring the
view.  Meanwhile, without the use of my hands I
had trouble guiding his cock into me.

I must have made a frustrated movement or sign,
for suddenly Poul reached over and held Igor's
dick straight and guided it into the right
position for me.  I couldn't believe Poul could
have done that. He is homophobic, and I have
never experienced him touching another man. But I
guess it showed how badly he wanted to see Igor's
dick inside me.  Poul was staring intently as me
and I was staring back as I lowered myself down
on Igor, feeling his hard dick slide all the way
into me.  As I raised myself up again, Poul's
gaze shifted to look at Igor's shiny, wet shaft
sliding out of me, only seconds later for it to
disappear into me as I plunged down on Igor
again.  Soon I forgot about looking at Poul.
Igor had now taken over playing with my nipples.
I leant back, resting my hands on my heels,
pushing forward with each thrust so that my clit
would rub against his pelvic bone, while I
clearly could feel his massive rod against the
bottom of my vagina.

I think I must have closed my eyes, for I didn't
notice Poul moving until I felt him positioning
himself behind me.  He took my hands and guided
them down to rest on either side of Igor's head,
making me lean forward over Igor.  Igor looked up
at me. He then put a hand around the back of my
head and pulled me down for a kiss.  I hadn't
really wanted to kiss him. Kissing is kind of
personal.  Not that making love is not, but I
felt kissing was reserved for Poul.  I gave him
only a little kiss, but as I bent down Poul
slipped a finger up my ass.  That really drives
me insane.  I forgot about my reluctance to kiss,
and soon we were engaged in heavy French kissing.
Igor started to thrust vigorously upwards into
me, while I just concentrated on the kiss and on
his fingers which had returned to my nipples.
Soon, however, I was meeting his thrusts,
concentrating on not moving so much that Poul
couldn't keep his finger in me.  But I didn't
need to worry; his hand just followed my
movements, which grew wilder as I felt an orgasm
approaching.

"Oh, yeah, oh yeah. I am going to come. Igor,
don't stop; keep going. I want you to come inside
me. Come, come, come now, now," I pleaded.

There was something decadent about the thought of
him coming inside me, feeling him shooting his
sperm deep in me while Poul was watching.  Soon I
felt him going full speed, and with Poul's action
in my ass I couldn't hold out for long.  As I
felt Igor's contractions and his climactic
thrusts I knew, as well as felt, that he had
indeed come inside me.  The thought made me wild,
and as large contractions hit me, Poul's finger
kept pumping my asshole until I screamed and
collapsed on top of Igor.  I felt spent.  Poul's
finger kept working slowly for some time until he
finally removed it.  After a while I felt Igor go
limp and as he pulled out, I felt his semen
dripping out of me, running down the insides of
my thighs.

Then I felt Poul's hands on my hips carefully
lifting me off Igor.  I followed his move, and
soon I felt the heat of his body against my bum
and then his dick slipping into me.  I stretched
my arms, looking down at Igor, as Poul entered me
deeply.  With his grip on my hips he could ram
hard into me, and he did, almost violently.  The
wetness of Igor's sperm spread all over my
buttocks and onto Poul, so soon there was a loud
slap when our wet bodies met.  Igor was staring
in fascination at my breasts, which were swinging
wildly with each hard thrust.

I can't remember experiencing Poul so wild,
almost hurting my hips as he pulled me so hard
against him.  Igor caught my breasts, one in each
hand, and massaged my nipples between his
fingers.  I know I started to make loud noises,
but I couldn't help it.  For a second I thought I
was making some really weird sounds, until I
realised that Poul was making noises with each
thrust as well.  I could hear he was approaching
his climax.  I thought I felt the approach of
another orgasm myself, when all of a sudden it
was there at full strength.

I was very aware of Igor watching me intently as
the first wave of contractions hit me, signalling
my state very clearly to him.  But I didn't mind.
I was just concentrating on Poul who was now
screaming as he hit his own orgasm.  Once again I
was filled with a load of sperm.  I was still in
the throes of my own orgasm, and as I felt Poul
coming I collapsed over Igor, accepting his
kisses all over my face.  I was in a kind of
daze.  I noticed Poul letting himself fall on his
side of the bed as if he had just fainted.  I
rolled off Igor and positioned myself between the
two guys, and as soon as I had made sure that
Poul was just pretending to be dead, I
immediately dropped off to sleep myself.

My first thought when I woke the next morning was
how thirsty I was.  Poul was sleeping like a baby
with a smug and satisfied smile on his lips.
That annoyed me a little, even though I guess I
couldn't complain.  Only then did I realise that
Igor was no longer in the bed.  Why did I feel a
small pang of disappointment?   I reached over to
his side of the bed and finished a bottle of Coke
left over from last night.  It was flat, but at
least it quenched my thirst.  Igor's side of the
bed still seemed to be warm, but when I looked
around the room I couldn't see his clothes or
suitcase, so I guessed he had just slipped off,
maybe too embarrassed to face Poul or myself.

I got out of the bed and went to the balcony
door.  It was late and there were lots of people
around, so I couldn't go outside, but I still
enjoyed the fresh, salty breeze coming in from
the ocean against my still-sweaty body.  I was
thinking about last night.  The thought of Poul
fucking me from behind while I was hovering over
Igor flashed through my mind.

I felt the cool air against my nipples, which
immediately became hard.  Unbelievable!  How
could I still be horny after such a night?
Hadn't I had enough?  I guess not.  I playfully
touched a nipple and immediately felt myself
become wet.  Ouch, I'd better go and have a cold
shower, I thought to myself.

I didn't want to disturb Poul, so I closed the
door of the room that led to the small corridor
before I opened the door to the bathroom.  I was
halfway into the bathroom, my fingers still
playing with my nipple, before I realised that
Igor was in there.  Apparently only just out of
the shower, he was as stark naked as I was.  My
fingers stopped playing with my nipple,   As a
matter of fact, my whole body froze.  Igor was
staring at me.  It wasn't as though he hadn't
seen all of me last night anyway, but in some way
I felt terribly exposed.  I guess it was okay
when Poul was prompting me to be with Igor, but
when we were alone that was something different.
I was just about to retreat, when my eyes came to
rest on his penis.  It was slowly, but
unmistakably going from flaccid to half erect
while I was watching.  I was staring in
fascination, unaware that my fingers had started
to play with my nipples again.  I am always
flattered and extremely aroused by the thought of
a guy getting a hard-on because of watching me.
I was getting very aroused.  As Igor's dick
reached full size, I didn't want to leave
anymore.

"Last night was fantastic, and I know you enjoyed
it too," Igor said quietly, "but for some reason
it was like we were doing it all for Poul's
benefit."

"It certainly wasn't only for his benefit, but I
admit he suggested it." I didn't want to stop
looking at his dick, but general politeness
dictated that I should look him in the face when
I spoke to him.

"Would you have done it, if he hadn't suggested
it?" he wanted to know.

I didn't quite know how to answer that.

"When we danced at the beach I got very aroused,
and the thought crossed my mind," I admitted.
"But I probably wouldn't have done it if it
hadn't been for Poul."

"I would like to do it once more, knowing you
were doing it for me and not for Poul."

"I understand." I could see that.

I knew I wanted to as well.  But I was thinking
of Poul sleeping just on the other side of the
wall.  But what the hell, he was the one
initiating it last night.  He'd had his fun, and
even though I had a good time too, I thought I
was entitled to have it my way as well.

We both started towards each other and met in the
middle of the floor, embracing and kissing
passionately as if we hadn't had sex for a long
time.  He lifted me up onto the washbasin top.  I
leaned back as he spread my legs and positioned
himself between them.  I shivered as he ran his
hands up the inside of my thighs, quickly
reaching my pussy lips, which were glistening
wet.  We didn't have time for foreplay.  I
wrapped my legs around him and pulled him hard
against me as I used a free hand to guide him
inside me.  We were both desperate.  I closed my
eyes and bit my lip to stop myself from making a
noise.  I only opened my eyes again when I felt
that Igor was about to come.  For some reason I
was still a bit away from my climax, and I think
he was aware of that.  He slowed down, looking
questioningly at me.  I shrugged my shoulders.

"Come down from there," he said. "I now know what
you like."

I didn't know what he meant, but he turned me
around so I leant my elbows on the washbasin and
looked at the two of us in the mirror.  I felt
him entering me again, but at the same time
slipping a thumb into my asshole, which was moist
from my love juices spreading all over me.  I
almost screamed from the joy of the double
penetration.  As Igor started pumping away again
I watched in the mirror.  Igor was staring at the
reflection of my bouncing breasts.  This time it
didn't take long for me to feel an orgasm coming,
but again Igor was faster than me and before long
I could see from his contorted face that he was
just about to come.  I was almost flattened
against the washbasin with his last thrusts.

"Sorry, just couldn't wait any longer," he said
when he had got back his wind.  "But hang on a
second, don't move."

With his thumb still fucking my asshole, he now
put his other hand down my front and found my
frustrated clit.  As his now flaccid dick slid
out of me, I could feel a pool of his semen
running down my leg, and for some strange reason
I found that so arousing that I finally started
to come.  I felt a bit guilty doing this, knowing
it was exactly the sight Poul said he wanted to
watch, but then the orgasm hit me with full force
and I forgot all about Poul for a while.  There
is something terribly exciting about coming alone
like this, subjected to the ministrations of a
guy.  The orgasm was extended, and I collapsed,
completely spent when finally the rushes stopped.
I hadn't even noticed when he had pulled his
finger out.  Now he just pulled me up against
him, while he gently played with my breasts and
watched me in the mirror.

"Thanks," was all he said as he kissed my ear.

I watched in the mirror as he slipped out of the
door.  I can't remember how long I stood there,
but after a while I heard the main door close and
realised Igor had left, and that I must have been
standing there for a while.  I had a shower and
went back to bed. When we awoke again in the late
afternoon Poul and I made love, tenderly and
lovingly.

"This hasn't changed anything between us, has
it?" Poul asked as we relaxed afterwards.

"No it has just enriched us with one more
experience," I said truthfully.



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