A TOUCH OF CLOVES
 

Mine was a different sort of first time MMF experience.

	As a woman, I have always wondered why a man would 
want his wife to have sex with another man.  It's 
always seemed to me to be such a peculiar desire, yet, 
to judge by the stories in alt.sex.stories, it's a 
common fantasy, even a predominant one among those old 
enough to have wives.  

	A man will come home to find his wife in bed with 
another man.  Rather than evincing anger, the husband 
watches from the hallway, or through a window, or 
concealed in a closet, and experiences sexual 
excitement, masturbating or even joining in.  In other 
stories, the husband connives with his wife to arrange 
a liaison for her with another man so he can watch or 
so his wife can provide him with all the details 
afterward.  In some stories, the husband even conspires 
with the other man to seduce or trick his wife into 
unfaithfulness.

	I might have thought it was an a.s.s. phenomena - 
once a theme is presented, each author tries to outdo 
the preceding ones - but my husband has the same 
fantasy.  When we're making love, with me riding on top 
of him, he'll be looking into the Mylar mirror that 
he's hung above our bed and often begin to vocalize his 
fantasy.

	"I see your ass riding up and down on that cock.  
I see you humping him.  I'm standing in the doorway 
watching you, watching his cock sliding in and out of 
your cunt."

	"Does it excite you?"  I join in his fantasy.

	"Oh, yes!  I like to see you fuck."

	"Is your cock hard?  Is it out?"

	"Yes, yes.  It's stiff and ready to come as I 
watch your cunt swallowing up his fat cock.  Go on, 
hump that cock.  Yes, fuck him!  I want to see you 
come."

	By this time, I'm into his fantasy and close to 
coming on the imagined strange cock.  I'm on the edge 
and grimacing as the excitement emanates from my pussy.

	"Yes, come.  Come on!  I'm going to come, too!  
Fuck him!  Fuck that cock!"  And I do.  I fuck that 
cock and come, and he comes too.

	I don't believe he really wants to see me with 
another man.  If he were to come home and actually find 
me in bed with someone else he might start yelling, he 
might rush in and start swinging, he might tiptoe away 
and only confront me later when we're alone, I don't 
know.  But I'm reasonably confidant that he wouldn't 
stand in the doorway masturbating.

	We never talk about his fantasy except under these 
circumstances.  I don't take it as a serious 
possibility.  It's just a way of adding a bit of spice 
to our sex - a touch of cloves, as it were.

	So I wasn't surprised one day a few weeks ago when 
he wanted to spice it up in a slightly different way.  
We had started nuzzling in the kitchen, as we often do, 
and had made our way to the bedroom, fondling and 
pawing as we went, but still had all our clothes on, 
when he suddenly said, "Put this on."

	It was one of those blindfolds that the airlines 
give you on overnight flights so you can block out your 
neighbors' lights and maybe get some sleep.  I slipped 
it over my eyes.

	"Now, you're going to be the stripper at a stag 
party," he said.  "Wait a minute.  Let me get the boom 
box and a CD so you can have some music to strip to.  
Don't move."  I stood there blindfolded and listened to 
him leave the bedroom to get the boom box.  I could 
hear him fussing about, probably picking out the CD, 
and then I thought I heard some other noises.  When he 
got back, I asked.

	"Did I hear the front door open and close?"

	"Yes, I wanted to make sure it was shut properly 
so I could lock it."  He started the music.  "Now, take 
it off.  That's what they want to see."

	So I began the strip for the imaginary audience, 
slipping out of my shoes and pulling my shirt off.  I 
wasn't really dressed for it. "Next time," I said as I 
struggled out of my jeans, "tell me so I can start 
properly dressed."

	"It's not how you start, it's how you end up."

	I was down to my bra and panties.

	"Show them your tits!  Come on, give them a bit of 
wiggle."

	I couldn't really strut around because, 
blindfolded, I couldn't see where I was going, and 
anyway our bedroom didn't have that much space.  I was 
afraid I'd smash into the dresser because I'd lost my 
sense of orientation.  I unhooked my bra and held it 
against my breasts as I slid first one and then the 
other strap off my shoulders.  I shimmied a bit and 
briefly pulled the bra away, giving a quick flash, and 
then put it back.  He whistled.  "Come on, baby, they 
want to see your tits."

	I dropped the bra and then wiggled my tits a bit, 
although I wasn't sure whether I was facing him or not.  
Then I began to roll my panties down my hips and over 
my ass.  "Let them see some snatch!" he yelled.

	"Are they excited?  Are they hard?" I asked.

	 "Oh, yes.  They're stroking their stiff cocks and 
they want to see your snatch!"

	So I finally stepped out of my panties.  He 
whistled and applauded.  Then he took me by the hand 
and led me to the bed.

	"Now let's really give them a good look at your 
cunt," he said and placed me on my back on the bed.  He 
then took what I later discovered were a number of my 
silk and rayon scarves and tied my arms and legs to the 
bed so I lay their spread-eagled, giving "them" a 
wonderful view of my pussy, which was beginning to get 
damp from this game.

	"Now, how about we give one lucky guy a chance to 
fondle you.  Come on up, sir," he said, as if giving 
one of my "audience" an opportunity.  He began to 
caress me.  "That's it, feel her up."  Gently, he 
stroked first my hips and thighs, then shifted to my 
neck and down my sides, barely brushing the sides of my 
breasts.  As he did this, he kept up his patter.

	"Go ahead, don't be shy, get her tits," and so 
saying, his hands moved to my breasts, circling closer 
and closer to my now erect nipples, finally rubbing 
them gently with his thumbs, flicking them, pressing 
them.  "Use your mouth, why don't you?" and he suited 
his actions to his words, taking a nipple in his mouth, 
flicking it with his tongue, then softly sucking on it.

	His insistence that it was a stranger who was 
caressing me was having its effect on me.  I imagined 
that I had stripped before a bunch of horny guys, that 
my naked body had given them erections, that they were 
standing around with their stiff cocks out, and that 
now, as I lay bound before them, one of them was 
stroking me and sucking my tits.  So it was just what I 
wanted when I felt his hand begin to move toward my 
cunt.  He first rubbed my clit and then inserted a 
finger between my now sopping labia.

	"That's it, finger-fuck her.  Stick it in there!"  
Now he had several fingers in me, stirring up my 
juices.  Waves of pleasure and excitement radiated out 
from where his fingers stroked me.

	Still rubbing my pussy, he climbed between my 
legs.

	"Sure, suck her off.  Stick your tongue in."  He 
followed his own advice, licking, probing with is 
tongue, pressing his mouth to my snatch.  I was 
breathing heavily now.  I wanted to free my arms and 
press his entire head into me.  I pushed my pelvis up 
as far as I could.

	Then he took his head away and I could feel the 
tip of his cock just brushing against my labia.  He 
paused there.

	"Yes, go ahead and fuck her.  That's what I want 
to see. I want to see you shove that pecker into my 
wife's cunt.  Fuck her."

	"Yes, fuck me," I yelled.  I was ready.  The whole 
illusion was so great that as his prick entered me it 
actually felt a little different than usual.  With his 
weight on his arms on either side of me, he slid into 
me, pressing against me only at our thighs and 
pelvises.  He began slowly at first, but gradually 
accelerated his pace, pumping that prick in and out of 
me.  I wanted to wrap my legs around him, my arms, to 
pull him into me, but all I could do was push my hips 
up to meet his thrusts.  I didn't last long.  I 
quivered, shook, and spasmed as my orgasm forced it's 
way through my body.  "Yes," I yelled, "fuck me."

	"Now you're ready," he cried, "shoot your sperm 
into her.  Come inside my wife!" and with an extra hard 
push, come he did.

	We stayed coupled like that for a while, panting.  
Then he pulled himself off.  I could hear him moving 
around a bit.  Then, still keeping up the pretense, he 
said, "Let me let them out.  I'll be right back."  I 
heard him leave the bedroom and, a moment or so later, 
just as the CD ended, I could hear the front door 
opening and closing and I even thought I heard some 
whispering.  His performance had been flawless, the 
illusion was almost convincing.  He came back up, 
released me, and embraced and kissed me.

	For the next several days, I would from time to 
time silently drift off, remembering the entire 
episode, going over it in my mind, appreciating all the 
little things he had done to create and maintain the 
illusion.  It was so good it was almost too good.  
Could it have possibly.....?  No.  That was ridiculous.  
It was all my husband's wonderful fantasy.  And yet....

	And yet.  The thought kept recurring.  What if 
he'd actually....  I couldn't believe that.  I knew my 
husband and he surely wouldn't...  But the fact that I 
couldn't be sure kept nagging at me.  I had to admit 
that I just didn't really know.

	I also didn't know if he'd ever want to do it 
again.  It was so good, but could it work a second 
time?  If he did want to do it again, however, I'd have 
to do it right. I imagined what I would wear for my 
strip show.  I went through my drawers, selected an 
outfit, and put it all away in one place so I could 
quickly put it on if the occasion arose.  I didn't have 
a stripper's costume, but what I had would do. But... 
if I were to do it, I'd have to really know whether we 
were really alone.  I couldn't stand the uncertainty.

	I took the mask out of my husband's drawer and 
studied it.  Then I took a straight pin and made a 
small pinhole just where one of my pupils would be.  
When I then tried to look through it, I could see, 
although not very well.  I took it off and looked to 
see if the pinhole showed. Only by carefully studying 
it could I see the hole.  Further, when I rubbed the 
material a little, I couldn't see the hole at all.  
Unfortunately, when I tested it again, I could no 
longer see through the pinhole.  Rubbing, evidently, 
had pushed the fibers of the mask back together, 
obliterating the hole.

	I decided it would be safe to make three small 
pinholes, in a little triangle, for each eye, 
positioned so the holes would lie just in front of my 
pupils.  When I did this, I could see fairly well.  Of 
course, I couldn't see to the side without turning my 
head, but that shouldn't be a problem.  I just wanted 
to assure myself that no one other than my husband was 
out there.  When I looked at the mask from the front, I 
really couldn't see the holes unless I was looking for 
them.  I decided that would be safe.  I carefully put 
the mask back in his drawer, hoping that the pinholes 
wouldn't accidentally get rubbed away before I used 
them.  If I could see out of only one eye, that should 
be enough.  Now, I thought, if he wants to play that 
game again, I'm ready.

	For the next several days, my thoughts kept 
oscillating back and forth.  Of course there was no one 
other than my husband.  He had just carried out the 
illusion wonderfully.  If I peeked through the 
pinholes, I'd be destroying the illusion, and maybe the 
fun.  I should rub them out.  But every time I started 
to open his drawer, I'd have the nagging feeling that I 
really ought to know for sure.  I needed the 
reassurance.  I knew it was silly, but it just bothered 
me.  He had just done it too well.  I'd turn away from 
the drawer and forget about it for a while.  Then I'd 
start all over again.  I wasn't being fair to him; I 
had to trust him.  And on and on.  Ultimately, I left 
the holes, figuring I could always rub them out when he 
gave the blindfold to me to put on. So I put off my 
decision about what to do.

	In the meantime, we had our normal sex - that is, 
as normal as it was before the blindfold incident.  It 
was good, seasoned by a bit of anticipation.  I kept 
waiting for the other shoe to drop, and finally it did.

	We began fooling around in our usual fashion one 
day, but before it got very far he said, "How about 
doing the thing with the blindfold?"

	"Okay, but this time let me dress for it.  I'll go 
to the bedroom and get dressed and call you when I'm 
ready."

	I went in and took out the clothes I had prepared: 
stockings, high-heeled shoes, bikini panties, a lacy 
bra that hooked in the front, a long skirt, and a 
loose, short-sleeved blouse that buttoned down the 
front.  When I was dressed in them, I took out the 
blindfold.  I debated about it for a few minutes.  
Finally, with a deep breath, I put it on and adjusted 
it so the pinholes were right over my pupils.  I was 
going to peek during the strip and maybe then I'd rub 
out the holes.

	I called and he came in with the boom box, which 
he plugged in.  "Oh, wait," he said, "I'll go let them 
in."  He went down and opened the front door.  A few 
moments later he was back.  He came in the bedroom 
alone, took a look at me, as if to check my blindfold, 
and then called out, "OK, come on in."  This was the 
moment of truth for me.

	I was shocked.  I hadn't really believed there 
would be anybody there.  It was all a fantasy.  The 
pinholes were just to reassure me, because my husband 
had done such a convincing job.  But he wouldn't really 
have someone come in and watch me strip.  In complete 
disbelief, I watched his buddy Pete walked in.  They 
each had the comfortable look of someone who had done 
this before.  And then the realization hit me.  They 
had done this before!  Pete had watched me strip, had 
seen me naked, had seen me with my legs spread apart...  
My god!  He had seen me fuck!

	All this sprang to my mind in an instant.  I had 
to decide what to do.  I concentrated on not showing 
anything on my face while my husband started up the CD.  
And suddenly I had the outlines of a plan based on the 
old "Don't get mad, get even."  I'd strip for them.  
After all, Pete had already seen me naked.  But then 
I'd change things.  Of course, I'd have to work out the 
details as I stripped.  "Let's go," my husband said, 
"take it off!"

	As if I couldn't see, I groped around to find the 
bed and then sat on the edge of it.  I slowly took off 
my stockings, one by one, giving them a good view of my 
legs (not my worst feature) up to my thighs.  I threw 
each stocking up in the air, as I imagined a
professional stripper would do.  Then I stood, reached 
under my blouse, and unsnapped my bra.  Without too 
much trouble, I took my bra off under my blouse.  I 
threw it up in the air, too, making sure that it 
"accidentally" landed on Pete.  I turned around, giving 
"everyone" a view of the outline of my tits swaying 
under my blouse.  My husband whistled, "Way to go, 
girl!"

	I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the 
floor.  My tiny bikini revealed most of my ass, so I 
made sure that 'everyone' had a good view of that.  
Then, as I started unbuttoning my blouse, showing a bit 
more of tit with each button, I asked my husband, "Are 
they excited?"

	"Oh, yes!"

	I opened another button.  "Are they hard?"

	"Yeah.  Hard."

	I undid the last button and spun around, giving 
them a flash of tit.  "Then let's all get naked!"  I 
said as I took off the blouse.  While I shimmied and 
shook my tits, Pete and my husband undressed.  Suddenly 
I was, unbeknownst to them, looking at two naked men, 
each sporting a lovely erection.  Pete had more or less 
the same build as my husband (medium height and weight, 
reasonably good shape, like an athlete beginning to 
age, and showing the start of a pot), but his cock was 
bigger, fatter, with a bulbous end, unlike my 
husband's, which was tapered.

	And then it suddenly hit me.  How stupid could I 
be!  It wasn't an illusion last time; the cock that 
entered me really did feel different.  Pete hadn't 
watched me fuck my husband... my husband had watched me 
fuck Pete!  I felt incredibly dumb not to have realized 
this.  My husband had actually lived his fantasy!

	I continued my strip, pulling off my bikini pants, 
and the rest of my plan suddenly became clear to me.  I 
finished my strip by spreading my legs and, without 
bending my knees, touching the floor with my hands.  I 
rotated around a full 360 degrees so as to be sure they 
each had a good view of my cunt and asshole.  Then I 
stood up and, to my husband's applause, bowed in a 
random direction, making sure that I ended up standing 
between Pete and the doorway.

	My husband then came up and took my arm.  "Now for 
the next phase," he said.

	"Are you naked?" I asked

	"Completely."

	I reached out and my hand touched his naked thigh.  
"Ooooh, nice," I said, "Well, I've got a better idea."

	"What?"

	"Why don't we switch?  You put on the blindfold 
instead of me."  I made as if to take off my blindfold.  
I could see the panic in my husband's eyes as he 
grabbed my wrists.

	"No, no, we'll do that next time."

	"That's not fair.  I'm always blindfolded.  It's 
your turn."  Pete and my husband made eye contact.  
Both looked terrorized.  It was obvious Pete couldn't 
get by me to escape out the door.  He looked rapidly 
toward the closet and my husband nodded.  As I 
continued to argue with my husband, who kept a firm 
grip on my wrists, Pete gathered up his clothes and 
disappeared into the closet.  My husband gave a quick 
visual check and then finally yielded to my arguments 
and released my wrists.

	I brought my hands up to the blindfold, being 
careful to place my fingers right over the pinholes so 
I could rub them out, and took it off.  "You're so 
sweet," I said, giving my husband a quick peck on the 
tip of his nose while at the same time busily rubbing 
over the pinholes.  "Turn around."

	Once he had his back to me, I held the blindfold 
up to make sure no light passed through the pinholes, 
and then I slipped it over his eyes and led him to the 
bed.  He had already taken out the scarves, so I tied 
him on his back, spread-eagled, as he had done me.  I 
was careful, however, to keep him on one side of our 
king-sized bed.  Just to be on the safe side, I got 
another scarf and wrapped it around the blindfold, "So 
it won't slip," I told him.

	Then I began to tease his body, running my finger 
over his thighs, across his belly, around his chest.  I 
tweaked his little nipples and my own nipples began to 
pucker.  My hands caressed his body in circles, moving 
in ever-smaller circles, centered at the junction of 
his legs.  With the back of my fingernail, I stroked 
the underside of his stiff cock, then gently tugged at 
his balls, and repeated the process until I could see 
clear fluid oozing out of the tip of his now pulsing 
prick.  I was ready for the next stage.  I could feel 
the dampness between my legs.

	I went to the closet and, with a finger on my lips 
to indicate silence, opened the door.  There, in front 
of me, stood Pete, naked, fear in his eyes, and his 
cock beginning to shrink.  I certainly didn't want 
that, so I took a firm grip on it and used it to gently 
tug him out of the closet.  A few squeezes was all it 
took.  It's amazing how quickly those things can get 
hard.

	I brought him to the foot of the bed, by my 
husband's feet.  I then knelt on the bed between my 
husband's legs, my mouth just over his cock and my ass 
sticking up toward Pete.  Reaching back, I guided the 
tip of Pete's prick so that it just nestled between my 
moist labia.  Figuring that Pete would know what to do 
next, I turned my attention to my husband.

	As Pete's cock slid into my cunt, I took my 
husband's in my mouth and began some serious sucking.  
With Pete ramming me from behind, I first licked the 
tip of my husband's prick and then took as much of it 
into my mouth as I could.  I kept repeating this two 
step procedure.  I needed one hand to support myself, 
but used the other to stroke the base of the cock I was 
sucking, or to play with the balls dangling from it.  I 
had never before had two cocks in me simultaneously. It 
was a new sensation, which I rather liked.  However, I 
forced myself to keep it under control.  I couldn't 
yield to it, I had other plans.

	Fortunately, my husband soon cried out, "I'm going 
to come."  This was normally the signal for me to move 
his cock from my mouth to my pussy, since I had never 
let him come in my mouth.  This time was different.  I 
wrapped my thumb and index finger around the base of 
his ball sack, squeezing tightly, and sucked as hard as 
I could.  I was rewarded with semen spurting into my 
mouth.  I sucked it all in and swallowed it.  It wasn't 
bad at all.

	On Pete's next backward stroke, I wiggled away 
from him, raising one finger to tell him to wait a 
moment.  Then I finished licking the come from my 
husband's prick, milking it with my fingers to empty 
the pipeline.  "What a naughty boy you are," I chided 
him.  "You got off without me."

	"I told you I was going to come."

	"Yes, well I'm going to come, too, and now it will 
have to be without your help," I said as I watched his 
prick begin to soften and shrink.  I rolled onto my 
back on the other side of the bed, spread my legs, and 
invited Pete back in.  As he accepted my invitation, I
recognized the different feeling I had felt last time.  
I was suddenly sure that it was Pete who had fucked me 
then, and he sure was fucking me now.  I much preferred 
to be fucked from the front because it put pressure on 
my clit, and now I didn't have to hold back anymore, so 
I just let the waves of pleasure sweep through me.  
This time I was able to wrap my arms around him and 
pull him to me.  My breath quickened and I could feel 
my pulse getting stronger.  I was getting close.

	What was giving my pleasure an extra edge... a new 
kind of thrill... was the fact that my husband was 
lying next to me, tied up and blindfolded, but hearing 
my little grunts and feeling my tremors and the shaking 
of the bed.  He had wanted to watch me have sex with 
another man.  He had arranged to do that without my 
knowing.  Well, now I was fucking another man inches 
away from my husband and he couldn't see.  As far as he 
knew, I was bringing myself off, playing with myself 
because he had come too soon.  He didn't know.  Seeing 
him lying there with his cock soft and small, feeling 
guilty because he couldn't satisfy me, while Pete 
pumped his stiff prick into me, gave me one of most 
exciting feelings I had ever experienced.

	I gritted my teeth and felt the tremors start 
within me.  Having fucked me backwards and forwards 
now, Pete was pretty close, too.  I could feel his body 
begin to tense.  He gave one sudden hard push and shot 
his load into me, and that put me over the edge.  I let 
out a yell and my whole body shook.  I completely lost 
control.

	Pete gave several short, final thrusts, as if 
squeezing to get the last drops out, and collapsed on 
top of me.  He lay there, silently, trying to regain 
his breath.  I pushed him off and, by pointing to his 
clothes on the floor of the opened closet and to the 
doorway, silently indicated that he should leave.  He 
quickly dressed, leaving off his shoes.  He bent over 
me and kissed me on the mouth, and I got a very faint 
hint of cloves on his breath.   Then, carrying his 
shoes, he silently went out the door and down the 
hallway.

	I lay there on my back with my legs pressed 
together, trying to keep Pete's semen from leaking out.  
Without moving, I started talking to my husband to 
cover any noise the front door might make as Pete left.  
"Wow!  That was something!  Whew!  Too bad you weren't 
there," and similar things until I was confident Pete 
was gone.  Then, moving as little as possible, I undid 
the scarf on my husband's near arm.

	Using his freed arm, he uncovered his eyes and 
released his other arm, and was working on freeing his 
feet when I said, "Honey, I never swallowed your come 
before."

	"How'd you like it?"

	"It was nice, but look," I said as I spread my 
legs.  "It's gone through me and is leaking out."

	He stared in open-mouthed amazement at the semen 
oozing from my cunt.  "I guess all that juice must have 
come from one of the guys you invited," I calmly said.

About that time my husband looked over and noticed 
that the closet door was open, and Pete was not there.  
There was a pregnant moment of silence while I watched 
his face for a reaction.  Suddenly he broke into a 
wicked grin.  "You didn't!" he said... sort of making a 
statement and sort of asking a question.  I just smiled 
at him.

"On second thought, I think you did!" he finally 
said.  "I'll be darned!  I would have liked to watch."

"Maybe next time," I coyly said.  With that he 
stuck his finger into my slippery pussy and twisted it 
around in the residue of Pete's juices.  I noticed that 
his cock had started to harden again, so I reached over 
and began to stroke my husband as he kept playing with 
my pussy.  In no time, he was hard as steel!

He bent over and gave me a kiss as he moved over 
me.  He continued to kiss me as he slowly aimed his 
hard cock between into my pussy... seemingly savoring 
the slickness within me.

	"How did you know?" he asked, as he began to pump 
in and out of me.  I reached over for the blindfold and 
pointed out the remaining marking of the previous small 
pinholes in it... while smiling.  

	"It was really Pete who screwed me last time too 
wasn't it?" I asked.  "I confess... it was," he said, 
as he began to pump more vigorously in and out of me.  
"Baby, your pussy feels so warm and squishy and 
different... with Pete's stuff in there," he whispered.

	By this time I was getting hot again too, and 
began humping my hips up to enjoy each of his thrusts.  
I came again, just before he did.  Then he rolled off 
me.  We cuddled.  In a few minutes I found myself 
laughing.

	"What are you laughing about," he asked.  "Well, 
you thought you were putting one over on me, and I 
ended up putting one over on you... and I think we both 
liked it!" I told him.

	Without getting into all the details, a few nights 
later my husband brought a sheepish Pete with him when 
he came home.  They had talked, and my husband wanted 
Pete to know that everything was OK.  

	While they each had a beer, I slipped away, took a 
quick shower, put on the same clothes I had worn the 
second time Pete was over for "the blindfolded 
striptease," and returned to the kitchen.  They looked 
at each other, and then laughed.

	I started to slowly remove my clothes as I 
beckoned for them to follow me.  I dropped clothes on 
the floor as I backed my way toward the bedroom, and 
they followed.  We ended up, all of us nude, in our 
bed.  This time no one was blindfolded.  I invited Pete 
to go down on me as I knew he had done the first time, 
and simultaneously necked with my husband and played 
with his cock.  

When I felt really horny, I invited Pete to enter 
me doggy-style. I looked at my husband and said, "You 
wanted to watch.  Get down there and watch your 
friend's cock enter me.  He did.  Soon Pete was 
slamming in and out of me until we both exploded.  My 
husband crawled up by my face and whispered, "Babe, I 
have always wanted to see another guy do you like that.  
It was really neat!"  I noticed that my husband's cock 
was really stiff.  He was obviously pleased, and I had 
to admit that I was too.  

We managed to wiggle around on the bed so that my 
husband was cuddling me from behind, and he immediately 
pressed his stiff cock into me as Pete nuzzled between 
my breasts.  I hugged Pete to my tits as he alternately 
sucked them, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel 
of my husband's body tight against my back, and his 
cock working within me.  In no time, he gave me his 
sperm to mix with Pete's

We still occasionally have Pete over for similar 
experiences.  I have grown to really enjoy those times 
when both guys are making my body feel so good. 

 



  
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