Received by Joan on 1/31/00 

Joan,
   A little over a year ago I asked for, and received, one of your archived stories.  At that time I promised to send you a story about the first MFM experience my wife and I had.  Sorry about the delay.  It just took a lot longer than I thought it would.  

My story follows:


Our First Threesome Adventure 
By Ron Graystone

	This is a story of the first time that my wife and I invited another man to join us for sex.  Is it true?  Well it happened a long time ago.  As you can guess, at the time my emotions were running wild... which tends to blur memory. Also people tend to remember the things they want to remember, forget things they want to forget, and in some cases they remember things as they wanted them to happen... but might not have happened quite the way they remember.  

	All this to say that there is a lot of truth in the story, but I can't guarantee that it is 100 percent correct.  This much I can say without fear of contradiction.  A number of years ago my wife Kathy and I agreed that she should have sex with a man other than myself.  The candidate was chosen. The invitation was made and accepted.  And then one evening, when the three of us were together, Kathy was stripped naked and Bill, our friend, made love to my wife.  After Bill had finished making love to Kathy, I took my turn making love to her.  It was a very erotic and emotional night, and I hope and believe that this rendition is pretty close to what actually happened.


	A little history first.  I met Kathy in undergraduate school.  She was a sophomore and I was a senior.  Kathy, although she had had a couple of close calls, was still a virgin.  That summer we managed to get her to get rid of that terrible burden.  

	After that we tended to screw most of our spare time away.  I've often said that she would probably have dumped me except that her favorite new toy was firmly attached to me.  We were married right after Kathy completed undergraduate school.  At the time I was in the process of doing my graduate work.  By the time I completed my graduate work we were the proud (or perhaps tired) parents of two boys.  The older boy was two while the younger was just an infant.

	I don't know when I began to think of having Kathy get it on with another guy.  I know I first started toying with the fantasy early on.  It started when I was reading a book right after Kathy and I had married.  It wasn't a very good book, but I was able to get into it.  The story-line had the hero married to this nice pretty young thing and they were very much in love.  Although the bad guy was doing all sorts of evil things, he also managed to have a certain magnetism that really turned on the ladies.  

	At one point in the book the bad guy managed to get the hero's wife alone, destroyed her resistance, stripped her naked and carried her off to his bedroom.  The book was not very graphic in its description, but there was no question that he screwed the crap out of poor little Nell.  

	I had never read a book where the sweet young thing had not somehow, at the last minute, been saved from that "fate worse than death."  This really left me shaken.  Now, when I read a book, I tend to identify with the hero and when his wife got laid, it was my wife Kathy who was getting it on with some ne'er-do-well.  

	The emotion that flowed through me almost made me choke.  I assumed the emotions I felt were anger and jealousy, coupled with a feeling of betrayal.  As the book continued, Nell found herself going to bed with the bad guy on a number of occasions.  She was in an awful predicament.  She loved her husband but was really turned-on by the bad guy.  Could this happen right here in River City?  

	Hell I realized it happened all the time.  I suddenly realized that Kathy too was only human, and some sweet-talker could come along, sweep her into bed and she might just like it.  Whew!  That was an emotional rush.

	I didn't get rid of the book, and from time to time I would take it out and re-read the cuckold parts.  The more I read those parts, the more I realized that the emotion I was feeling wasn't anger or jealousy... but sexual excitement.  The sweet young wife was getting it on with the bad guy and was enjoying it... and so was I.  

	The next step wasn't too hard to predict. I substituted Kathy for Nell in those sex scenes and it was a real turn-on.  The first time I thought about what it would be like for my wife to open her body to another man with my OK, I shook with emotion, but it sure was exciting.  

	As time passed and I teased myself with these visions, I gradually became aware that I not only wanted my wife to have this adventure, but I wanted to watch.  Oh boy, I was a sexual pervert.  I felt I needed to keep this a secret, particularly from Kathy....  well maybe not.  Maybe I should see what Kathy thinks about that kind of an arrangement.

	Well actually I didn't start trying to set things up right away.  In fact it took quite a while for me to start to actively campaign to get Kathy to participate in a threesome.  In undergraduate school, and the first few years of marriage, we were too busy screwing each other to think about erotic liaisons with other people. 

	Then after I had finished graduate school and took the assistant professorship, things were a little hectic.  Tenure track professors are expected to serve on a multitude of committees, attend countless meetings, scrounge for research grants and... oh yes, teach.  I was up to my ears in work, we had little money, lots of bills and Kathy was the frazzled mother of an infant and a demanding two-year old toddler.  

	With Kathy still trying to regain her figure following her pregnancy and all the rest of the things going on, I guess that neither one of us were very much in the mood for erotic sex games involving other people.

	So when did I actually start seriously thinking about sharing Kathy with another man?  I guess that I really didn't start thinking along these lines for about two to three years after I was out of graduate school.  It was then that it started to dawn on me that Kathy had not only gotten her figure back... but with child birth had, except for some tummy stretch marks... the childbirth actually improved it.  

	Her breasts were a little more full, but still very perky.  Her hips were just a little wider, and her waist had receded back to its former size.  She was a very sexy lady... and I noticed that other men were aware of that as well.  That's when I began to remember the long forgotten book and how much it turned me on to enter that fantasy.  I guess it was probably in 1970 or close by, that I began to actively try to get Kathy to think along the lines of erotic sex with another man.

	The sexual revolution had been underway for a few years, and it appeared that every one was engaged in pleasure sex. That is to say... everybody except us.  We hadn't fired one shot in this revolution. 

	However since sex was the hot topic of the day and the favorite expression of the time was, "If it feels good do it," it wasn't too hard to open a conversation that had to do with the kinky things that were happening all around us.  I guess my opening gambit was to try to get Kathy to tell me about her fantasies.  

	At first it was, "Oh no, I don't have any of those."  After a while though, after I had confessed to having them myself, she admitted that she too had some kinky fantasies.  Hers were mostly about her being surprised by a tradesman (plumber, mailman etc.) while she was naked, and then being tenderly and reluctantly raped by this very nice man who just couldn't help himself.

	It was about this time that we introduced a little role-playing sexual fantasy game into our lovemaking.  In our game I would pretend to be someone else, and we would play the roles while we made love.  One of our favorites was that I, her husband, was asleep or something in the other room... and we, her lover and her... had to be quiet so I wouldn't know what was happening.  

	It was this scenario that opened the way for this coward to let Kathy know that I wanted us to invite another man into our love nest.  It was simple enough, I don't even think I planned it.  It just happened.  

	We were playing the game one night, and we were far enough along that I was inside her when she told me to be more quiet or her husband would catch us.  I don't know why, but I blurted out that he knew!  That he was in the room watching us, and was going to take his turn screwing her when I finished.  I can't remember exactly what the conversation was after that, but I know she wanted to know how her husband felt about what was going on.  I think I said something like, "He really is enjoying watching this happen."
	
	I don't think we said much more on the subject that night, but a few days later we were sitting in the living room after the kids had gone to bed when Kathy brought the subject up again.  After opening the topic of our recent role-playing, Kathy asked me if I really wanted her to "do it with another man."  

	I figured what the hell, go for it, and I told her that it was my favorite fantasy for us to have a threesome with another man.  I guess I then asked her how she felt about the possibility.  It was a little disappointing.  Her response was, "No honey you're all the man I need."  

	Having opened the subject, confessed my desires, and not have had Kathy divorce me... I felt a little more brave about letting Kathy know what I wanted her to do, and to press her a little regarding the possibility that she could enjoy sex with another man.

	At first I got essentially the same response, "No honey you're all the man I need."  But after a while she admitted that she was a little curious about what it would be like to be bedded by someone other than me.  At first I think Kathy liked the idea but was concerned that this type of activity might jeopardize our marriage.  

	But, as time wore on, she gradually warmed to the arrangement.  After a considerable amount of time, and a lot of talk, Kathy finally agreed that if we could find a suitable candidate, that she would be willing to invite him into our sexual playground.  

	With that over, Kathy laid out the conditions that she felt the "suitable candidate" should meet.  First she said that she did not want me to set her up.  She wanted to decide who her partner was to be, and when and where it was going to happen.  Second, and this was a big restriction, the candidate could not be involved with another woman.  Kathy didn't want jealous women complications.  Finally, the guy had to interest her.  He had to have more going for him than just a stiff dick.

	Having agreed that the deed could and should take place, our conversations took on a whole new dimension.  We would discuss the attributes of the various males that we knew, and Kathy would tell me what she thought it would be like to get laid by him.  As you can probably guess, these conversations usually ended with us in bed making hot love.  As the conversations became more specific and descriptive, we modified and added a new dimension to our little sex fantasy game.

	Now we would start out playing our fantasy game by me saying something like "Hey lady is your husband home?"  If Kathy was in the mood, she had a couple of choices.  She could say, "Who are you?"  This put me in the position of telling her who was to be her fantasy lover for the evening, or she could decide for herself who it was to be by responding to me and giving me the name of the person she wanted for the evening.  

	Maybe if we had been discussing some particular guy that evening we would just assume he was to be the object.  Our fantasy game was not a regular occurrence, but was kept for special spicy occasions.  If I tried to start a fantasy session when Kathy was in the mood for monogamous romantic love, she would signal that mood by saying something like, "You better leave right now, my husband will be home soon, and I want to make love to him."  Occasionally we would have Kathy be some other woman, but that was not nearly as much fun for either of us.

	If we decided to play the fantasy game, we could choose from a number of scenarios that we developed along the way.  Those scenarios generally fell into three different types.  First: the reluctant housewife caught in a situation she didn't want to be in, and she knows she is going to have to let this man have his way with her.  Second: the hot little wife who wants to get laid and doesn't mind cuckolding her husband.  And finally: the apprehensive wife taking a lover with her husband’s knowledge, permission and encouragement.

	Whichever scenario we chose, we almost always had a part of the game in which Kathy would ask her fantasy lover, "What are you going to do to me?"  Kathy's lover would always answer in graphic detail, which would then trigger her next question, "What else are you going to do to me?"  After we had a pretty good idea what he was going to do to her, we then would have him do it.  After the deed was done the wife always agreed that the sex was great and they should probably do it again.
	
	Well there you go, everything was in place, the wife was hot to trot and the husband (ME) was hot to watch.  It was about to happen right?  Well it should seem so, but for some reason, we couldn't seem to put it together.  We couldn't find a suitable candidate.  

	Oh sure, we identified a number of guys who turned Kathy on, but they all seemed to have wives or serious girlfriends. A couple were OK when we discussed them, but before we could consummate the liaison they would either move or develop a significant female friendship.  

	I was beginning to feel like we were never going to fulfill our fantasy.  Our friends were mostly young married couples with young children, primarily people sporting advanced degrees and firmly ensconced in academia.  These were definitely not the sexually-abandoned types who would encourage their spouses to take on extra-marital lovers.  

	Well, that's what we thought anyway. Just goes to show how wrong you can be. But then, almost in a blink of an eye, it all fell into place.
	
	It was the end of the fall quarter.  Finals week was over and Christmas vacation was upon us.  Well they were upon me.  The kids still had another week of school.  OK so I still had to finish grading and turning in the grades, but the campus was empty and that counts for something.  

	For as long as I had been at the school, the Dept. Chair always tossed a combination end-of-the-quarter and Xmas party on the Saturday following the end of finals week.  It was a good time to just relax and let your hair down with your friends and colleagues.  Kathy and I always went and had a good time.

	This year we had a really, really good time.  Actually not at the party... but what the party brought on.  The year was 1974, and mini-dresses were in.  Kathy had a very short, very hot little white one, and she looked great in it.  We went to the party, her in her hot little dress and me.  

	Well I think I was probably wearing some very hip bellbottoms with wide vertical stripes, a massive white belt, with an equally massive buckle.  The rest of my attire was probably just as disgusting.  Didn't matter much.  All the rest of the "dudes" were just as obnoxious.  I will not bore you with the rather sparkling wit and conversation that I engaged in.  I'll just let you feel cheated.

	At some part of the evening however, Kathy was circulating around while this fellow Bill and I were over in the corner talking.  To set the stage, Bill was one of the candidates that Kathy and I had discussed, but Kathy rejected, because he appeared to be firmly attached to a girl named Linda.  Kathy agreed that if it weren't for Linda, Bill would be a prime candidate for our bed.  Bill also was a regular lover in our fantasy games.  

	Anyway back to the party.  Bill and I had had a few glasses of wine, and maybe a hit or two from a joint that was being passed around, so we were feeling a little loose.  The conversation turned (as it usually does) to the good-looking women at the party.  

	I think that I probably said something like 'I'd sure like to have a couple of them in my bed,' which started a real serious conversation.  Bill allowed as how threesomes were great but that while two females and one male sounded exciting, they functioned better in fantasy than in fact.  

	He said, and I had to agree, that one man has trouble enough keeping up with one women sexually.  He just doesn't stand a chance with two.  On the other hand one woman can easily take care of two men... and the men, in that erotic voyeuristic setting, tend to perform at a higher level.  

	Not having had any experience in the matter I probably agreed, but I think that I probably made observation that he seemed to have first-hand knowledge on the subject.  Bill admitted that he had participated in a number of such liaisons.  I remember that I, trying to act cool, asked if these adventures all included the same woman.  Bill laughed and said, "Primarily, yes.  Linda likes threesomes with men."

	Bill then asked if Kathy and I had done any sexual experimenting.  I think I probably said, "No, but we might like to..." or something like that.  I had a momentary pang of panic.  Hell I had just given away our secret.  The panic didn't last long.  Bill seemed to take the information in stride and didn't act like I was some kind of a pervert.  Besides, I figured that if I didn't take a chance sometime, I'd never get to see Kathy in bed with another man.  

	After that the conversation swirled around with Bill telling me how hot Kathy looked, how exciting threesomes were, and how he didn't want to insult me... but if Kathy and I ever wanted to try a threesome, he hoped that we would consider him.  

	I asked him what Linda would have to say about that kind of arrangement.  Bill told me that he and Linda were not together at the moment.  She had taken her sabbatical leave to study under some guy at Texas A & M, and would be gone for the rest of the year.  He also said that they had essentially ended their relationship albeit under pleasant circumstances.  

	I got very excited.  I told Bill that if Kathy and I ever decided to try an experiment with a threesome that I would certainly put his name forward to Kathy as a candidate.

	While we were having these conversations, we would occasionally find ourselves looking at Kathy, with perhaps just a little bit of fever in our eyes.  On a few of those occasions Kathy would look up and catch us.  When she did, she would beam us with a dazzling smile (explanation later).  The conversation was pretty erotic for me.  

	When Bill would describe certain aspects of a threesome, we both knew that he was talking of the future... and that the threesome in question was Kathy, Bill and myself.  It was a very heady conversation, talking to a guy about him have sex with my wife.

	When the party finally broke up and Kathy and I were driving home, I told her about Bill's offer... and that Linda was no longer in the picture.  We didn't get to talk much since our house was just a short ride from the party, but I did suggest that she might like to take off her pantyhose and panties while I took the baby-sitter home, and that fun and games might be in the offing.  After I got back, I found that Kathy had done as I had asked and was sitting on the couch.  The mini-skirt was hiked just high enough to give me a tease of a view. 

	I sat down beside her and began playing with the skirt, moving it up little by little until Kathy's love nest was available to me.  I think what I was going to do was to see if I could start one of our fantasy games, using Bill as her fantasy lover.  Instead, I decided to reverse the game just a bit.  

	I said, "You know honey, Bill wants to do some things to you."  There was just a pause and then, going along with these new game rules, very quietly she said, "What does he want to do to me."  It was the old fantasy game but with a slight new twist.  

	As near as I can remember, I believe the conversation went like this: "He wants to strip you naked and have you stand before him so he can see all of you."  Kathy then turned the tables on me a little by acting as though I were someone other than her husband.  She said, "But my husband wouldn't want me to do that... would he?"  Falling in with this script I replied: "Not so, he wants very much for you to strip naked for Bill."  The conversation continued with Kathy saying, "What else does he want to do to me?"  I replied, "He wants to fondle your naked breasts and take your nipples into his mouth." 

	Again she said, "But my husband wouldn't want me to do that would he?"  I replied, "Not so, he wants very much to watch you let Bill fondle your breasts and nuzzle your nipples."  The conversation continued with me telling her that Bill wanted to kiss her deeply and have her return that kiss.  Then I told her that Bill wanted to strip naked for her and have her stroke his cock.  

	From there I told her that Bill wanted to play with her pussy, he wanted her to take his cock into her mouth and suck it... and finally he wanted her to lie down, spread her legs, and let him slide his cock into her pussy.  

	After I described each event she would repeat the same litany, "But my husband wouldn't want me to do that would he?"  And each time I'd reply that he very much wanted that to happen.  Then she would say, "What else does he want to do to me."  By the time this conversation was finished, Kathy and I had managed to get completely naked, and we were ready for some serious screwing.  

	Before we started however, I asked one more question.  "Kathy would you like it to happen?"  Kathy put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down to kiss me, but just before our lips met she whispered a very quiet, "Yes I'd like that very much."  After we broke from the kiss, we scampered to the bedroom and had a very hot bout of loving.

	After that serious bout of love-making, Kathy and I were laying there fondling one another when I said, "You know, I get the feeling that you were not taken completely by surprise by these events."  Kathy laughed and said that every time she looked over at Bill and me, we seemed to be in deep serious conversation, except when we were looking at her... and then she had the feeling that she was being undressed.  

	She also said that she had noticed that Linda wasn't there, so she had asked around about her and found out that Bill was essentially a bachelor.  Since Bill would have been a serious candidate for fun and games except for Linda, Kathy said she decided to leave us to our talk so that maybe we, all of us, might get lucky.  I said, “I guess that's why we got the dazzling smiles from you.”   She laughed and gave me another one of those dazzling smiles.
	
	Kathy then said, "So how do we go about setting this thing up.  You know... my doing it with Bill."  What a neat word: "it."  The word instantly became one of my most favorite words.  “It” conjured up visions of Kathy and Bill rolling about naked on the bed.  “It” was a beautiful word.  

	After I recovered from the shock of my wife taking a leading roll in setting this thing in motion, I said that both Bill and I would probably be in school on Monday, grading finals, and that I would see him then.  I said that I would simply ask him if his offer still held, which I was sure it would, and invite him over that evening after the kids went down to sleep.  As an afterthought, I said that after Bill was here I would invite him to join us on the couch and then let nature take its course.

	Kathy replied that we couldn't do it (that word "it" again) Monday night.  We had something going on then.  I said OK, I'll invite him over on Tuesday night.  Kathy didn't object.  In fact I don't believe that she said anything.  As I recall we started our love play again.

	It seemed like all day Sunday we avoided talking about the impending love session.  I think we both wanted it (that word again) to happen, but were both afraid that if the subject was brought up, the other one might get cold feet. On Monday we got the kids off to school and as I was getting ready to leave for the office.  Kathy said, “are you going to talk to Bill today?”  I said, "yes, as soon as I see him."  Kathy said, "After you do, call me," and she gave me an evil smile and a kiss goodbye.  

	When I talked to Bill he not only was all for the program, but he was ready to come over for lunch.  I told him that he had to have a little patience.  I called and gave Kathy the news.  Her response was, "Oh my, I hope we're not going to regret this."  But at least she didn't ask me to cancel the date.

	Monday night after the kids were in bed we, Kathy and I, talked a little about the program planned for the next night.  We talked about what she should wear.  We settled on a loose sweater with no bra (easy access to the important parts I said... Kathy chuckled), and a long full skirt with no hose (easy to remove said Kathy... I just gulped).  

	We talked a little about panties.  I said they might leave a panty line and spoil the effect.  Kathy said that if Bill was worried about a panty line when she was naked, we had bigger troubles than a panty line.  So the panties were still part of the uniform.  Also we had agreed earlier that we would abstain from sex on Monday night so that we would be hot for the program on Tuesday.  

	Well that was before I talked Kathy into getting into the uniform she would wear the next day, so that I could check out the easy access.  Well, so much for abstinence, but at least we knew that the uniform was functional.


	 Tuesday, December 13, 1974, the longest day there ever was (at least until about 8:30 pm).  After supper we took showers, helped the kids with their homework, and got them settled in bed.  I have no idea who did what, but shortly after 8 pm the kids were settled down and Kathy (in her uniform) and I were having a glass of wine... trying hard not to fidget or act nervous.  

	The clock seemed to crawl, but after a small eternity we heard a car drive up, so we went over to the door to meet Kathy's lover-to-be.

	It was a little awkward at first.  We were just standing around, not knowing how to get started.  I was so wound up that I couldn't even talk.  Finally Bill went over to Kathy and put his arm around her and said, "Nervous?"  Kathy said, "Yes," and Bill said "Me to."  Kathy laughed and said, "What do you have to be nervous about?  This is the kind of thing that guys would be expected to do, but nice girls aren't even supposed to think about."  

	Bill gave Kathy a wicked grin and said, "But just think of all the fun that nice girls are missing."  Kathy gave him one of her dazzling smiles, and the nervousness just seemed to evaporate.  At least it did for those two.  For me the excitement was probably sending my blood pressure through the roof.

	I'm not sure how the rest of the conversation went, but the ice was definitely broken.  Kathy and Bill moved to the couch with me in tow.  I can't say for sure what exactly happened next, what was said, or the order in which things happened.  You have to understand it happened a long time ago.  My emotions were running at a very high pitch... which, as I said before, tends to cloud the memory... but here is what I think I remember.


	Bill asked Kathy if she was wearing a bra.  Kathy smiled and said, "You'll just have to find that out for yourself."  Bill's hand moved slowly under Kathy's sweater and moved up toward her breast.  Kathy gave a small intake of breath and closed her eyes.  Bill moved forward and began kissing her very deeply, and Kathy responded in kind.  Someone kicked the coffee table that had held the wine glasses we had been using, so I decided to move the table and take the glasses back to the kitchen.  

	When I came back in from the kitchen, I think my heart almost stopped.  Kathy was clutching the material at either side of the bottom of her sweater and was holding it up so as to bare her breasts.  Her breasts would have been bare except that Bill's head was covering one and his hand was covering the other.  

	Kathy was looking down at Bill's head and the only description for the look on her face was surprise... not that I think she was surprised... but that was her look.  She looked up when I came into the room and gave me a sort of stricken, embarrassed smile... and her eyes seemed to be pleading for some sign that this was still OK.  I smiled at her and mouthed her a kiss.  Relief flooded her face, and I received one of her earth-stopping smiles.

	Since Bill was already baring Kathy's top, I figured I would start undressing the bottom.  I went over and knelt down in front of Kathy's legs.  I undid the top of her skirt and pulled it down.  As I pulled her panties downward, she lifted her bottom up to allow me to slide them all the way down, and then lifted her legs so I could take them the rest of the way off.  Bill, curious about what was happening, was looking at me as I removed Kathy's panties.  Without taking is eyes off of mine, he reached about midway down her thighs and then deliberately moved his hand up between her legs.

	I watched as Kathy's legs parted for him, and as his hand moved up I was able to see the goal that his finger was reaching for.  When Bill's finger reached its objective and started pressing its way inside her, Kathy let out a small "Oh."  I looked up at her and saw that she had closed her eyes, and had leaned her head back against the back of the couch.  Funny thing, she was still holding the sweater up.

	At this point Bill went back to kissing Kathy while he let his finger do its work.  Not wanting to miss anything, I placed my hands on Kathy's knees and pushed them apart.  There was no resistance, and Kathy spread her legs wide-apart giving me a breath-taking view.  

	She later told me that that was one of the most erotic moments.  She could feel what Bill was doing with his finger, and she knew that I was watching every bit of it.  I don't know how long I knelt there, with my hands holding Kathy's knees apart, watching Bill's finger doing its work inside my wife, but finally I decided it was time to join in the fun.

	I guess that about this time I moved up onto the couch with Bill and Kathy.  I think that it was also about this time I got undressed.  With the two of us playing with her,  Kathy was getting a little out of control, she was thrashing about and asking us to do various things to her.  

	Wow she was wild!  Bill stood up and started to strip.  Both Kathy and I watched intently.  I think that was when I helped Kathy out of her sweater, but I'm not sure.  

	Things were getting a bit intense by then.  When Bill finished and was standing there naked, Kathy reached out for his cock and very tenderly stroked it.  Bill moved a little closer and Kathy leaned forward.  She then took his cock into her mouth.  I almost climaxed right there.  I think Bill was pretty close as well, because he only allowed Kathy a little time before took his cock out of her mouth and sat down and started the love play again.

	I don't know how long we played, but all of a sudden Kathy brushed our hands and faces away and stood up.  Her face, neck and chest were very flushed... and her eyes were bright and shiny.  She looked at us and croaked something that might have been “bed” or “bedroom,” and then turned and fled down the hallway toward the bedroom.  Bill was up and hot on her tail (both literally and figuratively).  Me, I was a wreck, I was shaking like a leaf, my breath was coming in ragged gasps, and the blood was singing in my ears.  

	My control over my larynx was so overcome by the emotions that I had been feeling, that I don't think I had been able to say one word since Bill came into the house.  I think I may have been close to passing out, or maybe climaxing.  I don't know which.  
	
	To try to gain a little control... I got up, locked the door, turned out the lights and then headed down the hall to join them in the bedroom.  I closed the door and set the little security latch.  (Kathy had had me install the latch right after our oldest started climbing out of his crib.  She didn't want little people walking in when something important is going on.)

	The light was very dim.  There was only a little plug-in night light across the room.  But I was able to make out my wife on the bed with her legs spread, and Bill lowering himself onto her.  

	I tried to see the actual penetration, but with the dim light, the shadows and their legs in the way, I just couldn't make it out.  That was somewhat disappointing, but I still had a very good show to watch.  

	At that moment I heard my wife sucking a breath through her teeth, and then a little "Oh!"  Bill was pressing himself into my wife.  The breath intake was repeated again with another kind of exclamation that I'm not able to put in words.  Finally there was a third intake but this time it ended with, "Mmmmm ahhh."  I figured penetration was complete.
 
	This was, and probably will forever be, the most erotic moment of my life.  I was standing there on the verge of blowing my cookies, knowing that if a fly landed on my cock it was all over.  I couldn't see Bill's cock sliding into my wife's pussy, but I could see the rhythmic pumping of Bill's butt driving his cock into my pretty wife.

	What do you remember at times like this?  I don't know, but I'll tell you this.  Sometimes you remember the most stupid things.  I remember that Kathy's feet were lifted up.  I guess Bill had his hands under her bottom to hold her up to get deeper penetration.  As I was watching, every time he drove his cock home, her feet would bounce at the bottom of the stroke.  I couldn't see Bill penetrating her, but I was really into watching her feet bounce.

	I could just barely see Kathy's face in the dim light.  At first she was biting her lower lip and kind of mewing softly.  But then she slammed her feet down on the bed, sort of rotated her hips, opened her mouth in a grimace and started a kind of whimpering noise.  

	I know from experience that that is what my wife sounds like when she is climaxing, but that was the first time I had ever seen it.  How come this was the first time I had seen this?  

	Well if you have your head buried in your wife's neck during sex you really can't be expected to know what your wife's face looks like when both you and she are popping off.

	The next stupid thing I thought of was, "Hey it's not too late to stop this."  Why in the world would that thought pop into my head?  I wanted this to happen.  I was enjoying this beyond all my expectations.  Besides, it would have taken the entire offensive line of the San Francisco 49ers to pull them apart.  

	It didn't matter much anyway, because no sooner did I think that it was not too late when bang, it was too late.  Bill's body sort of stiffened, he began grunting and snorting and his rhythmic pumping turned into a spasmodic stabbing.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the deed was being done.  Bill gave Kathy, maybe a half dozen more stabs and then collapsed onto her.

	Kathy had her eyes closed.  Her knees were up, and she was rubbing the inside of her thighs along Bill's legs and hips.  Kathy claims that if she does this after having a particularly intense orgasm, it causes a bunch of mini-orgasms or contractions.  

	So I guess Kathy was able to get it off on her first coupling with Bill.  They lay like that for a while.  Bill giving a little pump occasionally and Kathy doing her rubbing.

	Me?  I was standing there.  Still in a highly emotional state, but coming down a little.  It was a good thing too, because if I hadn't, I don't think I could have held off climaxing long enough to achieve one full stroke in my wife.  

	Bill and Kathy had started talking to one another, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.  Then Bill rolled off of my wife, looked up and smiled at me.  I could see his cock.  It was wet and glistening.  It wasn't totally shrunk yet, but it was certainly not a hard-on.  He had definitely been able to totally enjoy my wife.  Seeing the two of them lying there like that was a very erotic sight, and my excitement began to rebuild.

	Kathy, looking at my obvious excited state, smiled at me and said, "Husband, is that for me?"  I croaked something, moved onto the bed and lowered myself onto and into my wife.  

	My arrow lucked out and found the mark on my first thrust.  With all the lubrication present, I managed full penetration on that first thrust.  This was my first "sloppy seconds," and I have to admit that it was exciting.  Kathy was slippery as hell, and her insides were hot.  Well not burning hot, but definitely warmer than if I had been the first to penetrate her.  I think that a lady must experience a temperature increase in her pussy after she's had an orgasm.

	How long did I last?  Not long.  I think I probably went two strokes and then had to stop and cool down.  A couple more, and stop again.  Finally after a few more attempts to prolong, Kathy said something like, "Don't hold back husband, let it go!"  So I did.  

	Interesting point, I don't remember Kathy ever referring to me as "husband" on a regular basis before, but from that time on, whenever we were having a sexual adventure with another person or persons, she would always use "husband" when she spoke to me.  I guess I also took my queue from Kathy and began using "wife" when I spoke to her under those circumstances.  I'm sure that there is some deep psychological reason for this behavior, but I'll leave that subject for the psychologists.

	I lay there, on my wife, letting my cock soak, and enjoying the after glow, until it shrunk down and slipped out.  Kathy said, "OK husband, time to let me get cleaned up."  So I rolled off.  Kathy told Bill he should be a dear and get us some tissues from the table, which Bill did, but had to turn on the light to find them.  

	As Kathy, holding a wad of tissues on her love nest, ran to the bathroom she said, "Husband would you get a towel.”  My reply was, "What for?"  Kathy stopped, looked at me, and said, "If you don't get the towel husband, you can lay on the wet spot."  That's when I saw the wet spot... and it was big.  I guess we all had some pretty explosive orgasms.  I got the towel.

	When Kathy came back, the three of us lay on the bed talking and playing around a bit when one of us (Bill or I) said something about hair triggers, and that we were sorry that we didn't last longer.  Kathy let us know in no uncertain terms that the night wasn't over, and that after all the build up, she definitely expected more than thirty seconds worth of, "Wham, Bam, Thank you mamm."  

	She told us we could catch our breath, but that we should get ready for round two.  We laughed like a couple of embarrassed schoolboys and promised a better showing on the next round.

	For the rest of the evening Kathy became more aggressive, acting just a tad on the wanton side.  She wiggled all over us, played with us... and she became very verbal, telling us what she wanted us to do, and how she wanted us to do it.  The lights were still on and the petting was becoming hot and steamy.  

	At some point Bill and I were lying on either side of the bed with Kathy between us... kneeling, sitting on her ankles and facing us.  She was positioned down by our hips, and was playing with our fairly hard cocks, one in each hand.  

	Kathy gave an evil little giggle and said, "I wonder what the Reverend Wilson would say if he could see this."  The Reverend was the Chaplain of the University, not that we were overly religious, but the observation did seem to show that Kathy was becoming a little cavalier about social conventions.  I guess it was an example of just how much she had gotten into the evening’s sex. 

	All three of us gave a little chuckle.  After the chuckles subsided, Kathy released my cock, moved into a better position, and leaned over and started giving Bill a blowjob.  I suspect that Bill responded almost immediately by getting a pretty solid hard-on.  I know I did, just watching my wife working magic with her mouth.
	
	Bill was starting to get pretty worked up when Kathy popped Bill's cock out of her mouth with a sound like pulling a lollipop out of your mouth while you are still sucking hard.  Kathy told me later that she knew I was watching closely, so she did the slurp on purpose for my benefit.   Kathy was holding Bill's now-fully-ready cock in her hand and looking at me with a smile that seemed to say, "Look what I can do."  

	Kathy moved into position and carefully and deliberately swung her leg over and straddled Bill.  She took his saliva-wetted cock and positioned it directly under her pussy, and lowered herself down onto it.  I think that between the saliva and the lubrication that was already present inside of her, Bill probably slipped in all the way in on the first thrust.

	Now I have seen "X" rated movies, and the most boring part for me is the close-up of some dick sliding in and out of a pussy, over and over.  Not so with this display.  I was completely mesmerized.  

	Maybe it was because it was happening in real time, or maybe it was just because it was my wife.  Whatever it was, I just couldn't take my eyes away from the sight of Bill's glistening cock sliding in and out of my wife.  

	I can't say how long I watched, but at some point I heard Kathy laugh, so I looked up at her.  She had her hands behind the nape of her neck and was lifting her hair up on her head.  Bill had each of her breasts in his hands and was fondling them.  Kathy smiled at me and said, "Enjoying the show husband?"   I guess I said something... but I just don't remember what.

	Bill and Kathy continued their coupling, and I went back to watching.  Kathy gradually began to lower herself down onto Bill, to get full body contact.  This obstructed my view, so I got up and went to the bottom of the bed and continued my voyeuristic perversion.  

	How long did he last that time?  Can't say, but it was a respectable amount of time.  Soon, however, Bill started showing signs of an impending climax.  I don't think Kathy wanted him to orgasm just then, but he was soon beyond the point where he could stop.  

	After Bill did his thing, Kathy only let him soak for just the barest length of time.  Soon she rolled off Bill, lay back and spread her legs.  Looking at me she said, "Hurry husband."  

	Again things were pretty messy between Kathy's legs, so there was no problem entering her.  Kathy and I thrashed about and rolled on the bed, and in general had some great sex.  It felt Kathy regain her passion, and soon she experienced another successful orgasm.  Me, I was also able to hold back for a respectable length of time, but not as long as Bill.  At least that's what I think.

	The rest of the evening was very relaxed with Bill and me providing Kathy with some affectionate sexual fondling, kissing and nice easy conversation.  At one point the three of us were sitting naked and cross-legged on the bed, talking quietly.  

	It was probably then that I think it must have dawned on us that we were at the beginning of a very close friendship.  It seemed that we felt that we could trust each other with our most closely guarded secrets.  It was a very warm and pleasant time.  

	We were a little reluctant to end the evening, but it was obvious that we would not be able to explain very well to the kids why it was that Mommy and Daddy and Bill were sleeping together.  So with very reluctant, but affectionate good-byes and promises that we would be doing this again very soon, we sent Bill home.

	Kathy and I slept like logs, and the next day we couldn't help grinning like fools every time we looked at one another.  

	Oh yes, the relationship did develop into a very warm, affectionate and long-lasting friendship.  And yes, Bill, Kathy and I did indeed do it (there's that word "it" again) many more times.

Hope you liked my story.  I enjoyed writing it almost as much as I enjoyed living it.

Ron