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 My Initiation Into Two-Man Sex (MMF)

   Dear "3sum Lady" (as my husband calls you)...

   We have read many of the stories you have sent us this past year. 
During our fifteen year marriage, Harv (my husband) has often said he would
love to see me "get laid" by some other guy as he watched or held me.  I
always had mixed feelings when he made those comments.

   Eventually, the idea of experiencing some new guy began to tantalize
me...  but I really feared that any such activity would negatively upset my
relationship with my husband.  After some years of such conversations (and
reading your stories written by other women who have enjoyed such
experiences), I finally told Harv that I "would consider" letting another
guy screw me as he watched and/or participated...  but that I wanted to be
in charge of picking the guy (even though I had no idea who that would be,
or how I would pick such a man).

   Last month it finally happened.  And, I found the experience to be FAR
MORE EROTIC THAN I HAD EXPECTED!  Harv said I should write to you with all
the details.

   The day that it all began had been a warm summer day.  After dinner, my
husband Harv and I decided to go to a dance club for a drink and a little
flirtatious fun.  We had already tried this sort of thing a few other
times, to see if I would feel comfortable "seducing" some guy to join us.
But, nothing had developed on those evenings.  Our son was spending the
month with his out-of-town grandparents, so we were able to be rather
leisurely as we entered the lounge to see what may lay ahead.

   Over the previous weeks, Harv and I had visited the same lounge/dance
club several times.  It is located in a Holiday Inn in our area.  I was
beginning to find that it was fun to dance with a variety of guys.  Harv
doesn't enjoy dancing much, so he was quite happy to see me getting invited
to dance by other guys.  While I enjoyed being "sexy" with several of the
guys, I never really felt like I wanted to "seduce" any of them.

   A couple of the evenings, Harv had me enter the lounge alone.  He
followed a few minutes later and sat at the bar to watch.  He told me he
enjoyed watching other guys "drool" over me.  I don't know about the
"drool," but I did get my share of invitations to the dance floor by some
good looking guys.

   While I enjoyed dancing with a variety of guys, none of them appealed to
me as someone I felt I might like to go to bed with.  I must admit, after
my conversations with Harv, I was sort of watching for a "prospect." There
were older guys, stodgy guys, over enthusiastic guys, phony guys and guys
who could dance, but had no personality.

   This particular night I was slightly uncomfortable in the short silky
dress I was wearing.  After having chosen it, I was beginning to think it
was too short to wear in public, but Harv convinced me that I looked "sexy"
in it.  He also persuaded me to not wear a bra.

   On the other nights that Harv and I had gone out, I had worn rather
sultry attire.  I guess that we both (without talking about it) were
thinking that while dancing in a lounge like this, we MIGHT meet a guy who
I would deem suitable to select as a guy to help me fulfill Harv's fantasy.
I KNOW that thought had been in my mind, and I am rather sure it was in his
too.

   I call it Harv's fantasy, but I must admit that as time went on, after
reading about some of the experiences other women had reported in your
stories, I was having some delicious fantasies of my own on this subject...
but I never admitted this to Harv.

   As we had our drinks and I danced with various guys, I noticed that a
fellow at the bar was watching us.  Eventually he came over, introduced
himself as Darrel, and asked me to dance.  He and Harv shook hands and
greeted each other cordially.  Harv smiled at me as if he was daring me.  I
accepted the implied dare, and walked to the dance floor with my new
acquaintance.

   I danced stiffly at first, slightly embarrassed that my dress seemed to
have a life of it's own.  When I raised my arms, the lower hem of my short
dress was now only a little below my panties.  After our first dance, a
slow dance started, and Darrel held my hand as I started to go back to the
table.  Harv nodded his approval when I looked over at him.  I looked back
at Darrel as if making a resolve, and then I put my hands on his shoulder.
Darrel placed his hands on my hips, and we began to dance.

   As we danced, Darrel asked various questions.  I told him I that I was a
teacher.  He told me I was the sexiest teacher he had ever seen.  I guess I
began to relax a little, and I realized that he had pulled me a little
closer.

   I learned that Darrel was an out-of-town salesman who visited our city
three or four times a month.  He said he had seen me on one of the other
nights that Harv and I had visited the lounge...  but had hesitated to come
up and ask for a dance.  He said that by the time he got up enough courage
to come over and ask, Harv and I were walking out.

   He whispered in my ear, "The first thing I noticed about you that night
was the way your nipples pushed against your dress...  and they are doing
the same thing tonight.  You are a very sexy woman," he continued.  I
stiffened momentarily, then relaxed and smiled.  I finally replied, "Most
gentleman wouldn't notice my nipples."

   "I'm not a gentleman," he again whispered to me.  I laughed and pulled
closer, noticing for the first time that he was obviously aroused.  I
pulled away, looked at Harv (who was talking with some other guys at the
time), then looked at Darrel...  and smiled mischievously.  For the first
time in the arms of another man, I was beginning to feel like I would like
to be a little "naughty."

   Another song started, and I asked if we could keep dancing.  It was a
bit aggressive on my part, but I was having fun.  Darrel asked about my
husband.  "He'll be fine, I told him, "he thinks I am too shy to enjoy
myself...  uh, my 'sexy' self...  with other men.  What do you think?"

   "I think you enjoy dancing with me," Darrel answered.

   I moved closer, and as his hands moved to my bottom, drawing me tightly
to him.  I started to rub against his aroused cock.  As the song slowed
down, my feet stopped moving, but I pulled even closer, and I am sure he
could feel me rub against him.  He told me I had "a wonderful bottom," and
that he enjoyed rubbing it, but that it would feel even nicer if I were not
wearing any panties.  I blushed.  The song ended and we went back to the
table.

   Harv and Darrel started talking sports.  I excused myself by saying,
"While you guys talk, I am going to hit the Powder Room." While in the
ladies rest room, I touched up my make-up and began to think about Darrel
and his overwhelming masculinity.  I smiled to myself as I remembered his
comment that my bottom would "feel nicer if I were not wearing any
panties."

   Feeling a bit daring, I stepped into one of the stalls, lifted my dress,
and removed my panties.  I quickly stuffed them into my purse, and returned
to the table where the guys were still talking.

   "If you guys are going to just talk sports," I announced to them, "I'm
going to find someone who would like to dance." Darrel immediately stood up
and said, "I'm available."

   The music at that time was rather fast, and I noticed that my dress was
flipping back and forth.  I hoped that no one would see that I didn't have
any panties on.

   Then the next song was slow again.  Darrel drew me close to him and I
sort of melted into his arms as we danced.  I felt his hands move down my
back toward my bottom...  and stop.  I grinned up at him.  "Does it feel
nicer?" I asked, with kind of a challenging tone to my voice.

   "You removed your panties!" he quietly announced into my ear.  "Good for
you." I felt him draw me tighter against him, and felt the bulge in his
trousers get harder against my stomach.  "I guess it MUST feel nicer," I
whispered back to him, "something in your pants seems to have gotten larger
and harder."

   Darrel danced me over toward a darker corner, and soon I felt his hand
up under my dress, caressing my bare bottom.  I was beginning to feel a bit
wanton...  and I Iiked it!  Darrel bent down and kissed me as his hand
continued to wonder over my bare bottom.

   Then it happened!  Darrel whispered into my ear that he sure would love
to take me somewhere where he could run his hands and tongue all over my
bare body.  I tensed up momentarily, and then realized...  this could be
the right "extra guy."

   "Maybe we could work something out," I coyly replied.  As we walked back
to the table where Harv was.  Now walking close together, he playfully
swatted my bottom.

   When we got back to the table, Harv yawned and said it was getting late.
I told him that I was having fun, and wanted to dance a couple more dances.
My husband gave in (rather easily, as I think back on it) and compromised
by inviting Darrel to bring me home in another half hour, and we that we
all could have a drink together there.  Everyone seemed happy with the
compromise.

   "Are you sure?" I asked.  "Sure," he replied.

   When Harv left, Darrel and I took a booth off to the side, and we
ordered more drinks.  "You know I have never done this before.  I feel
really wicked tonight.  My husband often tries to get me to go out without
a bra and panties, but until now I never felt comfortable enough to do it.
Maybe it's the drinks.  I like the attention, but you know that we can't do
anything more than flirt...  right?" Darrel placed his hand on my thigh and
leaned forward to kiss me.  "I know," he said, "but we can tease a little."


   With that he moved his hand the remaining few inches up my leg, and must
have felt the warmth, and then the softness of my pubic hair...  and then
the moistness of my very excited pussy.  I found myself slumping forward a
little, and raising my hips in a slow circular motion to meet his fingers.
Gawd, Joan, I felt wicked!

   As we stopped kissing, I opened my eyes and looked around.  Finding no
one watching us, I placed my hand on his again.  My left hand reached for
his thigh...  and for the hard cock that I knew was there.  I later
discovered that it was about 7 1/2 inches long.  And, it sure was hard.  "I
like teasing," I told him, as our eyes met.

   As his hand wandered over my pussy under the table, I felt his fingers
slide between my pussy lips.  Gawd, the heat of my body seemed centered at
the depth of my cunt.  I shivered and quickly sat up-right.

   Darrel's fingers made a quiet squishy sound as they came out of me. 
"I've got to go.  Take me home now, please," I said.  I straightened my
dress and stood up.  "That was a mistake.  I'm married.  Married women
don't get felt up in clubs." He let me talk, and as I talked he took my
hand and led me to his car.  "Your husband is waiting for us," he quietly
announced.  I failed to pick up on the intended meaning.

   We drove in silence.  I was beginning to feel embarrassed about touching
him as I had...  and letting him touch me as he had.  I crossed my arms
over my chest, not in anger but to cover my breasts...  or more
specifically my nipples.  "I live in Westwood.  Take the next exit," I
calmly told him.  And then more silence.

   As we neared my home, I gave directions in short sentences and stared
straight ahead at the road, like a deer in the headlights.  "Turn there. 
That's Harv's car, pull up by his car." I opened the door quickly, and said
goodnight to Darrel.

   "Let me walk you in.  Harv is waiting," Darrel replied.

   When I opened the door, the house was dark.  "Harv must have gone to
bed. I'll be fine."

   He was already inside the door when he said, "Can I come in?"

   "I don't think that would be a good idea after what happened back at the
bar." In spite of what I had said, I closed the door behind him anyway and
stood silently in front of him.  After a few moments I looked up and
whispered, "You can kiss me goodnight, perhaps.  You didn't kiss me at the
club."

   Darrel apparently liked my quiet invitation.  I turned my back to the
door.  As I leaned against it, he kissed me.  His hands slipped around my
waist, and then dropped to my hips.  It was a schoolgirl's kiss...  soft
and questioning.  We kissed again...  this time with more intensity.  Then
there was silence.

   "I'm married, you know."

   "Yes, I met your husband.  He wants us to do this."

   I wondered want he meant by "he wants us to do this," but, I didn't ask.
I even forgot about my husband probably being somewhere in the house. 
Hopefully he was asleep.

   "I can't.  It's too hard." Then I giggled at my unintended joke...  and
I reached my hand down to cup the bulge in his pants.  He kissed me again.
I put my head on his shoulder began to relax.  Moments later he raised my
face and kissed me again.

   Slowly our tongues explored each other's mouths; the way new lovers kiss
when they are ready to progress to the next step of their relationship.  In
the semi-darkness, his hands slipped down to the curves of my bottom.  As
he looked me in the eye, he leaned me against the door and slid down my
body.  He slowly knelt in front of me, using his hands to push my dress up
until he could see what my panties had once covered.

   I wondered briefly where I had left them.  Then I remembered...  they
were in my purse.  At first I tried to pull away, then I sighed, apparently
resigned to Darrel's inevitable assault on my cunt.  He leaned forward and
pulled my bare crotch against his mouth.  I shivered again, but not from
fear this time.

   There was a small light on in the next room.  It gave a soft glow to the
wonderful person lapping at my pussy.  He seemed to relish my taste.  I
closed my eyes.  Darrel's tongue began to explore where his fingers had
been when we were in the dark corner of the bar.  I did not move as his
tongue drew my trembling flesh into his mouth.

   My hands had been hanging by my side.  I found myself placing them on
his head to push him away from my cunt.  He moved away, he obviously
respected my feelings.  My dress fell back into place as he stood.  I
kissed him softly and my tongue tasted the muskiness that his lips had
picked up from my pussy.

   "I guess you can stay for awhile," I quietly told him.  "Remember, Harv
wanted you to come over." I began to wonder where my husband was.  Then I
remembered what Darrel had said as we walked up to the door.  "Your husband
wants us to do this."

   I began to realize that the two of them had talked while I was in the
ladies room.  I decided right then, Darrel is "the right extra guy." It is
time to let myself relax and enjoy the situation.  I began to realize that
Harv was probably standing somewhere in the shadows, watching everything. I
decided to give him a show!

   We moved in the direction of the couch.  As I sat down, I boldly reached
for Darrel's belt...  and pulled it open.

   "I want to see it," I whispered.  Darrel smiled and reached for his
zipper.  The zipper being lowered was the only sound in the room.  His
pants fell to his ankles.

   I couldn't believe what I was doing...  but I knelt in front of him and
studied the bulge in his underpants.  Darrel's briefs were seriously
extended.  "Did I do that," I asked.  For some reason I was feeling even
more relaxed and comfortable.  I smiled up at him...  and then I pulled his
shorts down.

   "Oh my god, it's wonderful.  How long is it?  Harv's is over 6 inches."

   "It's 7 ½", but I bet you could make it nine," Darrel whispered back.  I
gently placed one hand on his rigid manliness.  I lifted it slightly, and
gently pulled it toward me.  I think he knew what was coming...  and so did
I.  I leaned forward and touched the expanding tip with my lips.  His cock
jumped at my touch...  and I quietly laughed.

   "So this is what was poking me as we danced.  You should be ashamed to
treat a lady like that.  You could have hurt me," I kiddingly told him. 
Feeling rather bold by this point, I wrapped my lips around the first inch
of Darrel's magnificent cock, and started to suck.  I heard him asking me
to suck more.  He was beyond the point of control.  He wanted to fuck my
mouth.  I wanted to play.

   I adjusted my angle, and another two inches of his masculine flesh
disappeared between my sucking lips.  "More," he pleaded.  And then another
inch slid in.  I choked a little.  Then I looked up at him.  While cupping
his balls, I started to move back and forth, slowly taking more of his
wonderful cock into my mouth.

   "You're wonderful," he whispered.  "I can't take much more.  Do you want
me to cum in your mouth...  or do you want to fuck?"

   "I'm in no hurry.  Let's see what happens," I replied as I momentarily
took my lips from his quivering cock.  Then I put his cock back in my mouth
and sped up the sucking motion as my hand cradled his balls.  When I felt
his first reflex action, I slowed down, took his cock out of my mouth, and
smiled up at him again.  God, I loved his handsome baby face and smile.

   Dimly aware that Harv was probably watching us, I threw aside all
propriety, and whispered, "Take my dress off." Somehow...  even with my
prior shy schoolgirl, docile, conservative wifely attitudes momentarily
gone...  I found myself taking control of the moment.  "If Harv wants other
men to see all of me, then take a look," I whispered half out loud.

   My dress was easy to remove, just one upward tug by Darrel...  and it
was off.  I was then naked on the couch.  My knees were together, my face
was turned toward Darrel, and my nipples were VERY extended...  both from
the rush of cool air, and from my total arousal.  I just sat like a
princess for a moment, and he was waiting for the next surprise.

   Darrel apparently saw some kind of motion in the kitchen doorway.  Maybe
that was where my husband was, I thought.  I could tell Darrel was trying
to make out the shadows...  to see a shape or something.  Then I could
tell...  he saw Harv.  Both Darrel and I waited for a response.  Was Harv
going to rush angrily into the room?  Why was he just standing there?

   After a rather pregnant pause, I took Darrel's hands and placed them on
my bare breasts.  For the moment, the shadows in the hallway were forgotten
by both of us.

   "I love your nipples," Darrel whispered.  "They're magnificent." I felt
my nipples respond and harden even more.  I could tell Darrel wanted to
kiss them.

   "I know your thoughts.  You stared at them all night.  I like them
kissed.  I mean really kissed," I offered.

   By that point I knew that I wanted what was about to happen.  I barely
thought about my husband standing in the shadows.  Besides, I knew he
wanted it too.  At first Darrel put just his lips around my left nipple,
the one above my heart.  His kiss caused the hardness of my nipple to press
into the softness of my breast.  His hands held me firmly as he continued
his kiss.

   I think he barely heard my words: "Harder.  Please kiss them harder." I
placed my hands behind his head and pulled him tighter against me. 
Darrel's mouth seemed to be filled with my breast.  I liked the feeling. 
And then I heard myself again saying, "Harder!" His teeth nipped the flesh
around my breasts, and yet I pulled him tighter.  By then, all thoughts of
my husband drifted away.

   Darrel's tongue seemed to explore the different textures of my breasts.
Then his left hand slipped from my back to my bottom as his mouth continued
to suck on my breast.  With all thoughts of Harv now gone from both of our
minds, he moved his hand to my pussy.

   He obviously wanted to feel the wetness of my opening.  I felt a finger
barely slipping inside me...  and I shuddered as an orgasm passed through
my body.  Then I sighed, and said, "Thanks.  That was nice.  I'm surprised
I came so easily with you."

   As I regained my senses, a little apprehension passed through me.  "I
guess Harv wanted us to do this.  You guys must have talked while I was in
the lady's room.  Harv is the one who invited you, isn't he?  I'll bet he
is watching us right now!" Darrel seemed to have forgotten about the
shadowy presence during my orgasm.  His mind was on me and the responses of
my body as I came.

   "Yes," acknowledged Darrel, "Harv and I did talk while you were away. 
He told me it was his fantasy to see you get laid by another guy, and I
told him I would happily be that 'other guy'."

   We kissed again, and then I guided him to the couch.  I reached out and
started unbuttoning his shirt.  He seemed impatient, and fearful that the
mood would change.  "God," I thought to myself, "I am completely at ease,
fully nude with this man who I didn't even know until a few hours ago."

   Quickly, Darrel's shirt was off.  Then he stood as I pulled his pants
and shorts down in one slow, continuous motion.  Then we were both naked
and seemingly innocent, two lovers on a secret tryst...  even if Harv was
watching from somewhere in the darkness.

   "You've got to wear something," I suggested.

   At first he didn't understand, but then he realized I wanted him to wear
a condom.  "I don't have one," he said.  " I've never worn one.  My wife
doesn't like them."

   There was silence again.  He seemed prepared to give up the object of
our night-long game.  I decided to solve the dilemma.  "I'll get one of my
husband's from the bedroom." I was up in a moment, a naked dancer in a
silent ballet, headed for the bedroom.  After grabbing a few condoms out of
the night stand, I began to make my way back through the darkened hallway.

   Half way back, Harv stepped out of the shadows, grabbed my wrist, and
drew me to him.  He planted a passionate kiss on my lips before whispering,
"Enjoying yourself?"

   I am sure Darrel heard the whispered words coming from the hallway.  I
momentarily relaxed in my husband's arms, looked up at him and said, "Yes
Harv, I have to admit it...  I AM enjoying myself...  much more than I
would have ever thought."

   Then Harv reached for the dimmer switch on the hallway light, turning it
up to a gentle glow that cast a dim light over the couch where Darrel was
sitting.  He kissed me again, patted my bare bottom, and kind of nudged me
back into the living room.

   From behind me I heard Harv say, "Hi Darrel.  Glad you brought Katy home
so quickly.  Obviously she is enjoying herself with you...  so just
continue as if I were not here." As I clutched the packets of condoms,
still quite nude, I walked on into the living room.  Harv faded back into
the shadows.

   "Katy, as I told you earlier, your husband talked to me about the
possibility of your letting me be your lover for a night.  I know he's not
upset with either of us, and I am really looking forward to making love to
you."

   As he talked, I noticed that Darrel's cock twitched and grew even
longer. Rather than giving a direct reply to his comments, I said, "You
will have to wear a condom." I sat down on the couch next to him.  He began
to kiss me again as his hands renewed their exploration of my body.

   When we broke the kiss, I saw my husband had taken a chair on the
opposite side of the room.  He sat facing us.  I closed my eyes and let the
sensations of Darrel's fingers work their way through my body.

   We all knew was going to happen next.  My head began to spin at the
thought of this new friend pressing his cock between my pussy lips...  and
deep into my body.  That's when I remembered the condom.  I opened my eyes,
reached out for one of the condoms I had set on the end table, and tore
open the foil.

   With my husband watching, and Darrel now studying my moves, I unrolled
the condom an inch or so and sucked the thin membrane into my mouth, with
the unrolled ring outside my mouth.

   Then I bent over and took Darrel's hard cock in my hands and drew it
toward my mouth.  I put my mouth around the end of Darrel's cock, letting
his cock head enter the part of the condom that was in my mouth...  and
slowly began to roll the rest of the condom onto his hard member.  I let my
mouth follow the sheath as it covered more and more of his handsome rod...
until I had as much of him in my mouth as I could take, and the sheath was
rolled tight against his nut sack.

   After my little show, Harv got up and turned on soft music on the
stereo...  while Darrel and I enjoyed another passionate kiss.  Then Harv
sat next to me, on the side opposite Darrel.  I sat back up between the two
of them.

   "I like to have my nipples rubbed gently," I coyly announced to both of
them.  By now we were all relatively at ease with the situation.  Then my
husband raised his hand to cup my nearest breast.  I saw him nod at Darrel
to do the same.  I closed my eyes and sat perfectly still, at first.  "I
like to have them kissed too," I continued.

   They both leaned forward at the same time.  As Darrel continued to kiss
and suck, my husband stopped and sat up, pulling me back on the couch until
I was laying on my back with my head next to Harv's lap.  Finally Darrel
had to break contact as I reclined.  Harv leaned back and watched as Darrel
stretched out over me.  With my husband sitting right next to my head, I
reached up and pulled Darrel down on top of me.

   My right leg bent upward and nestled against the back of the couch,
while my left leg hung slightly over the edge.  Darrel's lips went from my
breast to my mouth, and as his tongue searched for an opening, his cock was
doing the same thing.

   Moments after I felt Darrel's hard cock swish across my clit, I felt my
husband get up, and then kneel on the floor beside us.  Then, as Darrel
kissed my lips, Harv kissed my nipples.  I felt Darrel's very hard cock
pressing against my crotch.

   "You're wet...  and I love it," he whispered into my ear.

   "Put it in," I whispered back in a soft voice.  I think Darrel could
barely hear me.

   "I said, put it in." Then my husband returned to nipping on my left
nipple.

   Darrel's cock needed no further invitation.  Once the head of his
condom-encased cock had parted my pussy lips, the first few inches of his
cock slid in easily.  I was warm and very wet.  This new friend's cock felt
VERY good within me.

   Soon my matted pussy hair was tickling the side of his thrusting cock as
it slid in and out of me.  My hips started to move against Darrel's
thrusting, and my right hand went to my husband's head, pulling him closer.
As I held my husband's head tight against my breasts, Darrel and I
kissed... passionately, as if we would never have another chance.

   My left hand eased between their bodies and came to rest against the
spot where Darrel's cock was connected to and exploring my cunt.  I could
also feel that he was holding himself back.  Much of his cock was still
outside of my pussy.

   With the encouragement of my hand, another two inches of Darrel's cock
slid in easily.  That's when I took my leg that was against the couch and
wrapped it over his ass, and pulled him deeper and deeper into my belly.

   Soon Darrel was fully buried inside me, and my mind was swooning from
the pleasureful feelings that were washing through my body.  I realized
that I was...  for the first time...  experiencing the unique sexual high
of being skewered on another man's cock as my dear Harv watched, sucked my
breasts, and held me.

   From here there were only uncharted depths and I knew it...  and I
looked forward to whatever lay ahead.  Darrel's pushing slowed, and my
breathing deepened.  Darrel raised his head to watch my face...  and to
watch as Harv feasted on my breasts.  I felt Darrel moving slowly within me
as my husband stood and undressed.  Soon Harv's hand replaced his lips on
my breast, and he stood with his cock resting against my lips.

   I knew what he wanted...  and I did too.  As I gently took my husband's
cock between my lips and studied his face, the last of Darrel's cock pushed
further into the depth of my stretched pussy.  I was just feeling as if I
were floating on a cloud of sensuality...  of extraordinary stimulation of
my entire feminine being.

   I had not noticed Darrel's thickness before, but now his depth and width
filled me like I had never before been filled.  After pausing, Darrel's
thrusting began again.  I stared down over Harv's cock and past my hardened
nipples, and watched the motion of Darrel's body as he repeatedly ground
himself in and out of me.

   I was mesmerized by the combination of friction, fullness, and depth.  I
looked up at Darrel, momentarily slipped my husband's cock from my mouth
and kissed Darrel.  Then I turned and swallowed my husband's cock in its
entirety.

   My eyes closed in rapture as Darrel and Harv fucked me together...  one
in my cunt and one in my mouth.  My nipples were so hard they almost hurt
as they rubbed across Darrel's chest.

   My husband was first to explode.  Darrel looked into my eyes as he heard
Harv moan, and then he watched as I swallowed my husband's first shot of
juices.  Harv pulled back, and his second spurt caught me by surprise.  It
ran from my raised cheek down to my upper lip.

   I stopped fucking Darrel momentarily as my tongue reached up and took
Harv's semen into my mouth.  Harv leaned forward and kissed me just as I
resumed my pelvic action against Darrel's buried cock...  just to let
Darrel know that I was not through yet.  Obviously, he wasn't ready to quit
either.  He ground his cock deep into my pussy and grinned at me as I broke
my kiss with Harv.

   I took my free hand and wiped my face..  then smiled back at Darrel.  I
lifted my head to look down Darrel's and my body, toward our connected
organs.  I kissed him once and then said, "Darrel...  fuck my cunt.  Fuck
it hard!"

   My words and actions were a long way from the schoolgirl-like hesitant
Katy who had only an hour ago shyly invited this stranger into my home.  My
husband moved back to the chair to watch.  With both my legs now wrapped
around Darrel's back, I started to fuck back each time he stroked deeply
into me.

   I had cum once before, but now I fucked Darrel as if it were our first
time.  Darrel seemed to forget that my husband was there.  Hell, he seemed
to forget that the world existed.

   I could tell that his mind and his cock were focused on the same thing,
fucking me.  I felt his cock swell up inside me.  "Cum in me, please!" I
shouted at him.  I was neither quiet nor shy.  "Cum in my cunt.  Make me
cum.  Fuck my cunt hard...  harder.  Pump it in deeper."

   My head came off the couch and my legs wrapped around him and pulled him
deeper.  I had all of his 7 ½ inches deep inside me.  There was only one
thing left for him to treat me to...  the expansion of his organ as he
reached his climax and shot his juice into the thin condom that separated
us.

   "Yes.  Yes.  That's it.  Give me all of it," I shouted at him.  Then I
felt him expand within me, and the heat of his spurts against the inside of
the condom.  Darrel came deep and long...  in massive torrents.  "Don't
move.  Leave it in.  Ohhhh, I'm cumming too." Then we were done.

   Through my half-closed eyes, I saw Darrel react as Harv put his hand on
Darrel's shoulder.  Darrel was startled by the contact.  I could tell that
his heart (like mine) was still beating from our enthusiastic fuck.

   Confused, Darrel withdrew his cock from me.  The condom hung from the
end of his cock with his spent semen weighing down its tip.  I reached out
and stripped the thin rubber off his dwindling cock, keeping its contents
inside.  Harv took it from my hand and set it aside.  Darrel stood and
moved to the chair where my husband had been sitting.

   Harv moved between my legs and momentarily studied my red and swollen
pussy.  Then he bend down, licked my pussy, and then penetrated it with his
tongue...  just as Darrel had done moments before with his cock.

   For what seemed like hours (but was only minutes), Harv lapped at my
freshly fucked opening.  I felt at peace as I watched Harv stretch out his
hand to Darrel to invite him closer.

   "I love this!" I quietly announced to both of them.  As Harv continued
to lick me and probe my pussy with his tongue, I reached my hand toward
Darrel's cock and pulled it to my lips.  The circle was complete.  My
husband was kissing my cunt, while I cleaned off my new lover's cock.

   Moments later I enjoyed another orgasm...  induced this time my my
husband's tongue and sucking action.

   Finally, I stood up...  comfortable both with my naked body and with my
two lovers.  "Would you men like something to drink before we start again?"
I asked.  Then I headed for the kitchen...  confident, satisfied (for the
moment), and naked.

   Katy

   PS Joan, we have gotten together with Darrel once since that first
night. That time it was in our bed, and much more relaxed for all of us.  I
have to tell you, being pleasured by two gentle guys at once is even better
than I had imagined from reading your stories.  Both times I have enjoyed
some truly wonderful orgasms.  We expect to get together with Darrel some
more, on his upcoming trips through our area.

   I am also much more at ease with the idea of "seducing" some other new
guy at one of the dances.  Harv and I plan to try to meet a new guy
sometime in the next two months.  I'll keep you posted.  Much Love - Katy