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 His Old College Buddy Joins In Giving Wife Her First MFM Fun

   The writing of this report is a collaborative effort between my wife and
myself.  I supplied my point of view and let her take care of the
word-smithing, since she's turning out to be much better at it than I ever
imagined.  We hope you enjoy our report.

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   My wife and I had been married about two years.  It took us about that
long to become completely open with each other about what we liked and
wanted, and then to get comfortable enough in our relationship that we were
willing to try introducing a third party.  We'd both admitted to having had
multiple partners in the past, but hadn't yet put our relationship to that
test.

   Around that time, my best friend Chris (name changed to protect the
guilty) got divorced from his wife.  Chris and I had been friends since our
freshman year in college, and we had shared several lovely women during
those college years.  Chris and I had also had our own private encounters
in the past, all of which my wife was fully aware.

   My wife had always liked Chris, and thought he was good looking, so I
decided to see how she would feel about getting more intimate with him.  I
started out by mentioning how bad I felt that Chris wasn't getting any sex
now...  usually the morning after we'd had a fun evening.  My wife agreed
that it was a shame that he didn't have anyone "to take care of him."

   One night, after we had a particularly fun evening in bed, my wife said,
"You know, that would have been even more fun if there was someone here to
join us."

   I asked if she had anyone particular in mind, and she said she'd been
thinking about Chris, and how he was probably really lonely.  As much as I
wanted to, I didn't suggest anything concrete at that moment.  I'd already
learned enough about my wife to know that she needs to approach ideas at
her own pace.  But after a couple more similar occurrences, I suggested
that we could invite Chris over and see what happened.

   She smiled at me, gave me a slow kiss, and then started working her way
down to my cock.

   I let that thought simmer for a few weeks before taking the next step. I
discussed it with my wife a couple more times, to make sure she really
meant it, and wouldn't chicken out at the last moment.  When I was sure we
were both ready for it to happen, I invited Chris come over to watch
football one evening.  She doesn't really care for football, but I told her
ahead of time that Chris probably needed some female attention to boost his
ego, and would she please hang out with us and chat with Chris?

   She agreed, and I made sure the beer was flowing freely for all three of
us while I waited for a good opportunity to get things started.

   The perfect catalyst came when a commercial came on with a woman dressed
in a very provocative manner.  I said to Chris, "I think my wife could be
sexier than that.  What do you think?"

   Chris looked at my wife, and after a moment said, "You know, I can't
really tell without seeing more of her body." I realized he was right.  My
wife was wearing a football jersey of mine, and it didn't do anything to
show off her lovely body.  So I turned to my wife and said, "I think we
need to get Chris' opinion on this issue.  What do you think?"

   She hesitated a moment and then said, "I think you're right.  Chris is a
good friend, and I respect his opinion."

   I shifted myself a bit and started pulling up her jersey, watching her
reaction closely, but also enjoying Chris' expression out of the corner of
my eye.  My wife raised her arms to allow me to pull the shirt entirely
off. Chris and I both appreciated the fact that my wife wasn't wearing a
bra.  Her nipples were rock hard, with her areolas crinkled up tight around
them.

   My wife sat there for a moment, bare-chested but still wearing her
comfy, too-big, hang-around-the-house jeans, looking at me.  She didn't
seem quite ready to deal with Chris just yet.  I smiled at her and decided
to give her a minute before going any further.

   Chris was ogling my wife's breasts and obviously enjoying the view. 
Just then, our team made a touchdown so I said, "Damn!  What did we miss?"
I grabbed the remote and rewound the DVR to see the play.  I managed to
keep Chris' mind on the game for a couple of minutes, and explained to my
wife what had just happened (she *really* doesn't know squat about sports).


   She was much more attentive to my explanation than she would normally
have been, so I knew that she was trying to make the fact that she was
sitting half-naked between her husband and her husband's best friend seem
like the most normal thing in the world.  The giveaway was that her nipples
were still tiny points, and I could smell her pussy heating up.

   Chris joined in the conversation, adding his observations about the
game...  taking more time than he ever had before to make sure my wife
understood what he was talking about.  He seemed to be making an effort to
not stare at her breasts, maybe trying to prove that he could be a
gentleman even in that situation.

   Since my wife was considerably more relaxed at that point, and
interacting with Chris, I decided to push forward.  "So Chris, getting back
to our earlier conversation...  I think you need to see my wife's butt and
legs to tell whether she's as sexy as that lady in the commercial.  Honey,
are you ready to let him get a look at what you're hiding in those jeans?"

   My wife flushed at bit (it made her look about 15 and absolutely mouth
watering) and her nipples hardened tighter than I'd ever seen them. 
"Okay...  if you're sure you want to see, Chris.  We wouldn't want to
offend you."

   Chris grinned.  "Oh, don't worry about offending me!  I love seeing a
beautiful woman's body, and I consider it and honor that you're willing to
show yours to me." (My wife later told me that Chris clinched the deal with
that line.)

   My wife glanced at me and, after I nodded for her to go ahead, she stood
up in front of Chris and said, "In that case, would you help me?"

   Chris also looked to me for confirmation, and then started to unbutton
my wife's jeans.  In that moment, seeing his hands reaching for her, my
cock instantly went from its starting-to-swell state to a rock-hard monster
that *demanded* release from my jeans.  I unobtrusively unzipped my pants
to give the guy some breathing room while Chris slowly slid my wife's jeans
over her hips and down to the floor.  He gave her his hand to steady her as
she stepped out of them...  then she surprised us both as she kicked them
across the room!

   She stood there in front of Chris for a long moment.  The Chris said,
"Turn around.  I need to see all of you to make an informed opinion."

   My wife made a slow turn in her striped cotton low-rise panties.  Chris
couldn't keep his hands to himself when he saw her tattoo (she has an
embellished yin-yang with wispy tendrils reaching from the top of the
circle to the middle of her spine and from the bottom of the circle to the
top of her cheeks).

   Chris stopped her turn with a hand on her hip and started tracing the
design with his fingertips.  "Whoever did your tattoo did a wonderful job.
He must have had a lot of fun doing it, too." He continued to stroke her
back down the design until he reached the bottom, which was just enough
under the waistband of her panties that he had to push them down to finish.
His finger rested at the bottom point of the design for a moment, then
continued down a bit more to stroke down the crack of her ass about an inch
or so.

   When he started touching her back...  which I well know is very
sensitive...  I couldn't help but start stroking my cock a little.  I
wasn't planning on cumming until they both did, but it was a bigger turn-on
than I'd thought it would be, watching my best friend caress my wife right
in front of me.

   Chris traced back up her tattoo and back down, more quickly this time.
When he got to the waistband of her panties he stopped.  Then he turned to
me and said, "I really think I need to take these off to get the complete
picture."

   When I nodded, he turned my wife a little with his hands on her hips so
he could see her face.  When she realized what he wanted, she looked at
him, smiled a little and said, "If you must."

   He turned her back to her previous position and ran his fingers along
the waistband of her panties to the slight gap at the middle of her back.
He slowly slid the index fingers of both hands into this opening and ran
them slowly back out to her hips, then started working her panties
downward.

   His breathing quickened as her ass came into view.  When he got her
panties down to her knees he let go, moved his hands back up to her hips
and said, "Honey, you're going to have to take it from here."

   His direction had the effect of moving her ass almost into his face as
she bent over to remove her underwear.  When her ass was only about an inch
from his face he leaned forward to close the distance, and placed a quick
kiss at the bottom of her tattoo/top of her cheeks.  Damn!  I had to take
my hand off my cock, close my eyes and grab a few deep breaths just to keep
myself from squirting right then and there!

   Chris was being a lot freer with his hands by then, and seemed to have
forgotten I was there.  He caressed my wife over every inch of her skin he
could reach without getting up...  he could just tickle her nipples, and
stopped her turn long enough to give her clit a quick stoke (making her
produce that moan I love to hear from her).

   "Well," Chris finally said, "I think you certainly LOOK as sexy as the
woman on the commercial.  Actually, much more so.  But `sexy' is more than
just looks.  It's also about how you act.  Do you think you can *act* sexy
for me?"

   I made sure my hands were well away from my ready-to-explode cock as she
gave him a *very* sexy smile, and then reached for the pillow next to his
end of the couch.  She put the pillow on the floor between his knees and
knelt down on it, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.

   She started stroking his inner thighs, starting at his knees and working
north in short up-and down strokes.  He leaned back and looked over at me,
getting a grin and a thumbs-up to encourage him, so he settled himself to
enjoy the experience.

   When my wife unzipped his pants, his cock almost jumped out at her.  I'd
seen it before, but I wasn't sure that I'd ever seen it quite so long.  He
was really ready to squirt for her.  I hoped she would slow down a bit and
draw it out.  I'd never seen him cum more than twice in a session, and I
knew she'd want more than that from him, now that she was definitely into
it.

   My wife just looked at it for a moment...  not touching it...  and said,
"Now you're going to behave for me, aren't you?  I want to enjoy sucking on
you before you cum in my mouth.  In my mouth...  got it?  I don't waste cum
from anyone."

   Chris closed his eyes, and took several deep breaths, trying to calm
himself.  It looked like it was all he could do to keep from squirting on
her face at that moment, but after a couple of minutes he got himself to a
point where he could say, "Okay, baby, my cock is at your disposal.  You
have your fun."

   She smiled at him, then turned and grinned wickedly at me, letting me
know she did intend to draw it out as long as possible (excellent!).  She
gently disentangled his cock from his briefs and made him raise his hips so
she could pull his jeans and briefs off over his knees and down to his
ankles.

   She took her time removing his shoes and socks, then pulled his jeans
and briefs off and threw them over her shoulder, flashing him a grin as she
did so.  Chris couldn't seem to make up his mind as to whether he wanted to
watch my wife minister to him or stare at the ceiling.

   Chris was looking up at the ceiling when she started caressing his
thighs again, this time with her tongue.  He groaned when her tongue
started stroking his balls.  She licked them all over, kissed them and took
each one into her mouth.  Then she started kissing up and down his shaft,
working all the way around it with her tongue and covering every inch with
the saliva from her hot mouth.

   My wife loves a cock in her mouth.  I've only had to beg her to suck me
off when she was in a particularly teasing mood (which only adds to the
fun).  So I knew that she was in heaven when she slid her mouth slowly over
the swollen head of Chris' cock.  I couldn't see what her tongue was doing,
but I suspected she was also tonguing his hole and massaging the underside
of the head.

   Then she did something I'd never seen her do before.  She let her mouth
pop off of his cock...  it actually made a soft popping sound...  and said,
"Beg me to let you cum in my mouth, Chris." That surprised me since she is
usually very deferential to me when we go at it.  I'm usually the one
making her beg for it.

   Chris was ready.  He looked at her eyes and seemed captivated by them as
he begged, "Please, honey, please let me cum in your hot, wet mouth.  I'll
do anything for you, just PLEASE let me cum in your mouth!"

   I fought the urge to shove my dick in his face and let him suck me while
she finished him off, but I held back and let them go it alone.  I wasn't
going to let either of them get away until they'd both serviced me.  I
could afford to be generous and let him enjoy her attention without
distraction.

   My eyes were glued to her face as she smiled, then said, "I'm going to
hold you to that, you know..." and she slowly moved to slide her mouth back
over his cock head.  She paused for a moment, then started sliding her head
up and down over his cock, going just a little deeper with each downward
motion.

   Chris moaned and grabbed her long, brown hair on about her third stroke
and finger-combed it over her head...  letting me have a clear view of her
mouth as she worked.  I knew it was his way of thanking me for the
experience.

   After a few more strokes I could see that Chris was about to explode, so
I said to my wife, "You swallow all his cum now, baby.  Don't you spill a
drop...  you swallow it *all* down!"

   With that, Chris groaned more loudly and grabbed her hair with both
hands, pulling her more forcefully up and down his cock.  She gagged a bit
(she has an active gag reflex and my cock always triggers it when it hits
the back of her mouth).  I know how that feels on the head of my cock...  I
too love the feeling of her throat spasming, like it's trying to massage my
cock...  and I was sure Chris would like it, too.

   Suddenly Chris stiffened, and my wife started gulping frantically... 
trying not to lose any of his precious cum.  It seemed to take forever
before he was finished shooting his juice down her throat, but she kept
swallowing until he was done.  My wife believes cum is the most delicious
source of protein she can get, and sucks me off at every opportunity.

   When Chris started softening, she wrapped her hand around his shaft (the
first time her hands had touched his cock) and held it to her mouth so she
could suck on it like it was a straw...  making sure she got the last drop.
Then she tenderly licked up and down his cock to clean it off.  When it was
cleaned, she gave his hole a long, sweet kiss as she gazed into his eyes.

   My wife is very good, so I could sympathize with Chris as I saw his cock
start to stiffen again.  But my wife backed away and pulled the pillow over
to me and proceeded to position me to her advantage, preparing to repeat
her performance with my cock.  She wasn't going to have to work long on me,
though.  I was already about to shoot.  So I stopped her and said, "I think
you should be more comfortable.  Why don't you lay on the couch to suck me?
I'm sure Chris won't mind if you lay your legs over his lap...  will you
Chris?"

   "No, buddy...  I wouldn't mind at all.  Anything to make your lovely
lady more comfortable."

   My wife took one look at my cock doing its best impression of a
flagpole, and wisely decided that she wanted to remove all my clothing
first.  After she had me completely naked, Chris and I made liberal use of
our hands to help her get comfortable on her stomach...  her head in my
lap, and her ass on Chris' lap.

   Even before my wife started on me, Chris was stroking his finger up and
down her butt-crack, moving slightly closer to the prize between her legs
with each stroke.  She looked up at me, and I saw on her face that she was
loving every minute.

   My wife apparently decided she wanted to make me wait to cum for her
because she didn't head for my cock at all.  She started kissing my stomach
gently, running her tongue up my chest and tweaking my nipples with
fingertips coated with her hot saliva.  That was fine with me.  I wanted to
give Chris a chance to recover and join us, and it seemed my wife was
thinking along the same lines.

   While my wife attended me, Chris was beginning to play more seriously
with her bottom.  He looked at me and slid his hand between her thighs,
making her spread them a little.  He pulled his hand away, making her moan
a little in protest, and then I saw him wink at me just before he thrust
his middle finger in her dripping fuck-hole, turning my wife's moan into a
groan of pleasure.

   He finger-fucked her for a minute or so, and I saw that his cock was
standing at attention again...  so I said, "Man, go ahead and slide it into
her.  You know you want to, and that hot, wet hole is just waiting for
you."

   "I think I will.  Where do you keep the condoms?" he asked.

   "Hey, we're all friends here.  Just slide on in and ride her bareback."
I replied.

   Chris didn't need telling twice.  He lifted my wife's hips up and
repositioned her so that he could get out from under her, making her kneel
on the couch with her ass facing him.  He stroked her back and said, "I'm
gonna come in you in nothing flat, baby, so I want you to start sucking
your hubby so we can both cum at the same time." Then he started to slide
into her pussy slowly saying, "Suck him, baby...  suck him...  go on... 
take him in your mouth...  let him fuck your face like I did."

   Oh, I was so glad he told her to do that!  I'd been only inches away
from grabbing her head and going for it.

   She dispensed with the preliminaries and slurped my cock right into her
mouth, massaging the head with her tongue as her mouth tightened around it.
I grabbed her hair and said to Chris, "Let's get it together, man...  on
the count of three.  1...2...3....

   On three, we both started.  He shoved into her while I pulled her head
down on my cock.  Her throat spasmed again, but this time I got to feel it
instead of just hearing it.  We used the rhythm I'd suggested, doing the
countdown.  On the fifth stroke Chris yelled, "Buddy, I can't take it any
more.  Let's cum on three!"

   That was fine with me so I again counted, this time with our thrusts. 
"1...  2...THREE!" and let loose a flood into my wife's mouth while I
watched Chris stiffen and close his eyes as he shot his load into my wife's
waiting pussy.  My wife must've been ready.  She shuddered at the same time
that we let go in her.  I heard a moan escape her mouth around my cock, and
felt some of my cum escape along with it, onto my balls.

   After we caught our breath, my wife was the first to move.  She started
to lick up the cum that had dripped out of her mouth, but I stopped her as
soon as I realized what she was doing.  "No.  You didn't swallow it, so
you're gonna have to share it with Chris.  Chris, my man, why don't you
come clean up my cock while I clean your cum out of my wife's pussy?"

   Chris, who had been watching us intently, sprang into action.  He lifted
my wife completely off the couch and flipped her over on her back with her
pussy facing me, then gently laid her down on the couch.  Then he came over
to me and took my wife's previously abandoned position on the floor between
my knees.

   When we'd shared an apartment in college, I'd learned that Chris loved
to suck cock as much as I did.  We'd been able to help each other through
the occasional dry spell between accommodating girlfriends, and had
revisited those enjoyable encounters several times over the years.

   It had been a while since the last time we'd serviced each other, and
Chris seemed as eager to get his mouth on me as my wife had been to taste
him.  I closed my eyes and let him work his magic.  Then I leaned over and
started licking his cum off my wife's swollen pussy.

   I concentrated on the outside, occasionally tickling her clit with my
nose while I worked...  making her sigh.  Then I started to work deeper,
digging my tongue into her pussy and sucking hard to pull out all of Chris'
delicious juice.

   When I started cleaning my wife more aggressively, Chris started pumping
my cock more aggressively.  He had it back to a solid shaft in no time, and
I took a break to look down.  His hands were pumping his cock hard, and it
looked like he was working toward letting off another load.

   "Wait, Chris." I said.  "My wife still has one hole you haven't tried,
and she doesn't like it when cum gets wasted.  You're gonna have to fuck
her in the ass." Chris looked up at me, clearly torn between finishing me
off and fucking my wife's backdoor.

   "We're both gonna cum in her.  I'm gonna cum in her pussy, and you're
gonna cum in her ass."

   My wife's eyes got huge when she heard that.  "I've never done that
before!"

   "Well, you're gonna do it now," I replied.  "Come here."

   I made her straddle me, but didn't let her slide down onto my cock. 
"Chris, shove into her pussy a few times and get yourself nice and wet. 
Lube yourself up good to fuck that ass."

   Chris followed my instructions, pumping my wife about five or six times,
then pulling out.  I pulled my wife down onto my cock firmly, and said,
"Slide it in, man.  Let's show her how it feels to get double-pumped." Then
I pulled my wife's face to mine, and slid my tongue into her mouth, wanting
all her holes filled at the same time.

   My wife gasped as he started shoving his cock up inside her tight ass.
When he was completely inside her, he laid his chest against her back, and
I heard him whisper in her ear, "Thank you, baby, you have no idea how good
this feels."

   We all held that position for a minute, giving my wife time to get used
to the feeling.  But I was almost ready to shoot off again, so I started
squeezing her hips with my hands, indicating to her that I wanted her to
get moving and for her to ride my cock.  She did, and Chris rose and
dropped with her a few times, obviously reluctant to slide out of her back
end.

   Then he shifted position so he was able to brace his knees on the couch
around my legs, almost sitting on my knees.  When he was in this somewhat
more stable position, he put his hands on my wife's hips over mine and
started helping her ride...  his long, hard cock sliding almost out of her
with each stroke while we all started to get a good rhythm going.

   I kept my tongue in my wife's mouth, but suddenly realized her breasts
were being ignored.  I lifted one hand from her hips to tease one nipple
and Chris (seeing my movement), reached around with one hand and stroked
her other one.  After several good, strong thrusts my wife moaned, "I'm
gonna cum.  I'm gonna cum!"

   "You cum for us, baby," Chris told her.  "You cum for both of us... 
right now!"

   One more thrust had my wife crying out as her orgasm shook her body. 
The next had Chris jettisoning his load up in her ass, so I let myself join
them on my next thrust.  We all collapsed, my wife sandwiched between Chris
and me.

   We lay there for a while, all of us spent.  When I could move, I stroked
my wife's hair, and she looked up into my eyes.  "Did you like that, love?"
I asked.

   "Mmmmm..hmmmm!" she replied.  She obviously wasn't going to be terribly
coherent any time soon.

   Chris was stroking my wife's shoulder gently.  "Why don't we go to the
bedroom and get more comfortable?" he suggested.

   "I'm not sure my wife can move right now," I replied.

   "I'll carry her.  I'll carry you, too, if you need it.  I'm on top of
the world right now and I'd do anything for you guys," he continued.

   I let him lift my wife off of me, and followed him as he carried her to
our bedroom.  I pulled down the comforter and stepped out of the way and
around to the other side of the bed so that he could lay her in the middle.
As he climbed in next to her, he kissed her and said, "Baby, you are,
without a doubt, the sexiest woman I've ever known.  You put that woman in
the commercial to shame."

   My wife smiled at him and closed her eyes.

   I climbed in on the other side of her and we all cuddled close.  Just
before I fell asleep, I thought to myself, "This looks to be the start of
something amazing..."