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 My Special Week

   Received June 29, 2006

   By Nan

   You already have lots of stories in your "library" written by women and
couples about how they started their 3-some experiences.  So, I won't spend
a lot of time telling you about that.  Rather, I want to let you and your
readers know about a particularly fun week I recently experienced with my
hubby (John) and our friend Evan.

   Evan had just broken up with his girlfriend (a rather bitchy woman who
apparently was great in the bedroom, but who was a "pris" outside of the
bedroom...  and a pain to be around).  He wanted to celebrate.  He had some
vacation time coming, and so did John and I.

   We booked a week at a condo in the French section on St.  Martin Island
(northeastern Caribbean).  John and I told our folks that the two of us
just wanted to get away on our own for a week, so my mom agreed to take
care of our two kids.  John and I met Evan at the airport, and the three of
us headed off for St.  Martin.

   I guess I need to give you a little background before I tell about our
week together.

   Evan has been a long-time friend of both John and me.  He and John were
friends in college.  They did everything together.  Then, when John and I
got together, I too found Evan a delightful friend.  The three of us went
to sporting events together, had picnics together, and worked on John's old
hot rod together.  Evan spent lots of time at our place...  but, it was
just "good friends," there was no sex involved.

   One Sunday afternoon we had all been out in the garage, tinkering with
John's old car.  We were all a bit dirty from our work.  When we decided to
end our work and have some beers, I told them I had to take a shower.  Then
John said he and Evan had better take one too.  When I got out of the
shower I just put on a brief halter top and one of my favorite
kick-around-the-house skirts.  Obviously, with the halter top, I did not
bother with a bra...  just thong panties under my skirt.

   When I came out, both guys were parading around the house with beers in
their hands, just wearing their under shorts.  That was not all that
unusual.  John and I were pretty informal around Evan.  They had been in
just their under shorts (in our house) on a few other occasions when the
weather was hot...  and it sure was hot that day.  I told them to give me
their clothes, and I would throw them in the washing machine (Evan had not
brought any extra clothes...  and he had really gotten dirty) while they
showered.

   To my surprise, once they were in the bathroom, they threw their under
shorts out to add to the dirty clothes pile.  Yah, they were sweaty too.  I
just grinned, and put them all into the machine.  I opened a beer and
relaxed on the living room floor as I waited for them.

   When they came out, they just had towels wrapped around their loins,
with the ends stuffed in to keep them in place.  I commented on how they
were sure beating the heat, and they grabbed fresh beers and joined me on
the floor.  We talked and joked (as we had done many times), and then John
said to me, "lay face down baby, and I will give you a massage as we talk."
That sounded good to me, so I did it.

   Moments into his back rubbing efforts, my hubby undid the back fastener
on my halter top, "so I can massage your entire back, baby," he said.  They
as I lay there I hear him say, "Evan, you do her legs." I thought,
"hmmmmm," but did not move to object.  Evan started at my feet while John
continued to massage my back...  and the joking continued as always.

   John's hands began to move down around my sides and caressed the sides
of my breasts.  I learned later that my hubby had motioned to Evan that he
should move further up my legs with his massaging efforts.  I felt Evan's
hands move up under my rather loose skirt, almost all the way up to my
buns. Feeling that I turned on my side and said, "Hey, what gives?" John
simply said, "Relax and enjoy...  we're all friends." Then he added, "Lay
face up so I can massage your front." In my initial turning action, my
halter top had fallen away from my breasts, exposing them to both guys.

   Now I had noticed many times in the past that Evan had spent time ogling
my tits...  seemingly appreciating my full, round "C" boobs when they were
a bit exposed by open blouses, etc.  But, he had never seen them in the raw
before.  Since I was comfortable with Even, I just lay back on the floor
(boobs exposed) and said, "Evan...  do you like them?" "Gawd yes," he
replied with enthusiasm.

   I closed my eyes and the guys continued massaging their assigned part of
my body, but Evan managed to stay clear of the top of my crotch.

   Soon my hubby moved over next to me and began to kiss and fondle my
closest breast.  I noticed that his towel had fallen away, exposing an
obviously aroused cock.  "Do you think you should be doing that?" I
whispered to him.  "Sure," he replied.  Then he looked up at Evan and said,
"You know Nan has two of these.  You are welcome to enjoy her other one." I
was a bit shocked...  but I did not act to object when Evan moved to my
other side, said, "Thanks, I think I will," and began to lick and suck my
other breast.

   "You guys are bad," I said.  They did not respond, they just kept
sucking and licking.  It felt good.  Soon my body was responding to the
dual-stimulation, and I squirmed a bit as I experienced an orgasm.  "Wow! I
think she likes having both of her breasts serviced at once," John
announced.  Then I felt my hubby hand working its way up under my skirt. 
He pushed my thong aside and began fingering my clit and pussy as he kissed
my tummy.

   Evan had moved away from my breast when it was clear I had just had an
orgasm, "To give you a chance to recover," he told me later.  He started to
stroke my hair and tell me how beautiful I was...  and how lucky John was
to have me.  About that time my hubby raised my skirt and placed his mouth
directly on my pussy.  I jumped.  "Relax," Evan said, "I think he is just
trying to give you another orgasm to enjoy.

   Well, the long and the short of it was that all three of us ended up
nude on the floor, playing a little "grab ass" between beers...  and soon
they took turns screwing me.  What an amazing afternoon.

   That first time of three-way shared sex was eight years ago.  Since
then, I have given birth to two children (yes, John is definitely the
father!!), and we have continued to live just as we did before...  as a
typical suburban couple.  I work part-time as a receptionist in a real
estate office (mom takes care of our kids on those work days), and John
continues his business as a home-construction contractor.  John and I are
both 29 now.

   Since that day with Evan, our times when the three of us got together
often ended with Evan and John playing with me in the nude.  Often, Evan
would spend the night, all three of us sleeping together in our king-size
bed.  While I was alone I would often think about where our
less-than-conventional friendship had gone.  While I would sometimes feel a
bit embarrassed, I also had to admit to myself that I really enjoyed each
of the times all three of us were intimate together.  To my joy, John has
NEVER shown any signs of jealousy.

   I can't count how many times John has invited Evan to join him in making
love to me.  Lots.  I have enjoyed all the various ways they have pleased
me, and I have pleased them.  By the way, both John and Evan are "men's
men." There is not a gay streak in either of them.  However, over time they
have become quite comfortable with limited sex play between them...  but
only when I am the center of our play.

   One day John grasped Evan's cock and stroked it as Evan was trying to
enter my pussy.  John got Evan harder, pulled him up against my pussy
opening and said, "Go for it buddy," as he used one hand to press Evan's
buns tight against me, and used his other hand to play with Evan's nut
sack. I could not believe how quickly Evan shot a big load into me that
time.

   Eventually, Evan did similar things for John.  Then, one night I was
sucking on Evan's soft cock (trying to get him ready to enter me a third
time) when John pushed me aside and said, "You lick and kiss his body all
the way up to his lips...  and I will get him ready." I watched for a
moment as my dear husband took Evan's cock deep in his mouth and sucked...
as he played with Evan's nuts.  I took John's suggestion and kissed my way
up to Evan's mouth, before engaging him in a passionate French kiss.  It
did not take long before Evan broke the kiss and said, "I think little
dicky is ready to dive deep into your pussy again."

   That night my hubby explained to me that he had been thinking about it
before.  He said, "Since I always enjoy having you suck my cock, and enjoy
watching you suck Evan's cock...  and I enjoy sucking your pussy...  why
should it be repulsive for me to offer those pleasures to my friend?" That
made sense to me.  I later told Evan what John had said.  It was not long
before Evan began doing the same for John.  That opened all kinds of
possibilities.  I would suck Evan, Evan would suck my hubby's cock, and
John would use his tongue to please my pussy...  sort of a daisy-chain. 
Other times my hubby would screw my pussy from behind as Evan licked,
sucked and ate my pussy as John's hard cock slid by his mouth.

   Anyway, Evan eventually took a job in another city, and would just
occasionally visit us.  We always had great fun during those visits. 
However, for some time, they were infrequent enough that John ended up
doing a little advertising, and ended up recruiting a few other guys to
join us in 3-some play.  I enjoyed those times too, but our times with Evan
were always special.  A few times Evan would have a girlfriend who was open
to "swinging." He would bring them to give John some "new pussy" to play
with as he (Evan) played with me.

   Then came "the bitch." We saw her socially a few times, but never did
like her.  She was finally out of Evan's life, and we wanted to celebrate.

   When we got to St.  Martin we rented a car and drove to the French side
of the island (this island is half French and half Dutch).  Our condo was
nice.  It had a bedroom with a king-size bed, a living room with a couch
that made up into a bed, a small kitchenette, and a private balcony.  The
guys decided they would be in charge of breakfasts which we would enjoy
each day on our private balcony, looking out over the ocean.  Some days
Evan would drive to a nearby French bakery and buy some just-baked French
bread, rolls and pastries to have with cut up fruit and eggs for our
breakfasts.  What a life!  We usually didn't even get dressed for
breakfast. Just towels around us.

   Each day after breakfast we would bundle up some fresh French bread,
butter, cheese, lunch meat and a few bottles of wine...  to take with us to
a beach.  Each day was a different beach.  They have LOTS of beautiful
beaches at St.  Martin.  Many were quite secluded (few others around), and
most had at least some topless bathers (the guys liked that).  Then we
found Orient Beach.  Part of it is for nude bathing.  We took advantage of
it.  We often did the same at secluded beaches.  Naturally there was a lot
of "grab ass" and other play between the three of us while we romped nude
on the beaches...  and then played on our blanket on the beach.

   For me, the evenings and nights were THE BEST !  Each evening we would
get dressed up and hit a different restaurant...  French, sea food,
Caribbean...  you name it.  I felt like a queen, being escorted by my two
men.  I had a chiffon skirt and blouse that I wore a few nights.  They guys
convinced me to leave my panties back at the condo.  What sensations,
having the warm light breeze blow up around my legs under the soft skirt,
and having a handsome man on each of my arms as we strolled in and out of
restaurants, and along the beach.

   One bar (on the Dutch side) was located right next to the airport.  It
was right where the planes touched down on the runway.  Patrons could wave
at the passenger, and they would wave back.  Naturally it was loud there,
but we had fun toasting the new arrivals to St.  Martin.  Right behind that
place was another bar that featured overstuffed chairs and couches on their
outdoor bar/deck.  We selected a couch, and John and Evan sat on either
side of me with the table just covering our laps.  I got a kick out of
unzipping both guys' pants and playing with their cocks as the waitress
took our order.  Of course the guys got me back.  After the waitress had
brought our drinks, their hands were quickly under my skirt, and at one
point they unbuttoned my blouse and each took one of my breasts in their
mouth.  Fortunately, it was pretty dark by that time...  but I think I saw
a couple waitresses watching us from the side.

   We hit several night clubs at St.  Martin that week too.  Again, it felt
great being squired into night clubs on the arms of my two fellow
travelers. The guys took turns dancing with me, and at one point two of the
other female patrons grabbed John and Evan and took them to the dance floor
as the MC danced with me.  My hubby told me later that both he and Evan
managed to "cop some good feels" while dancing with their attractive dance
mates.  However, it was me who benefited from their horniness when we got
back to the condo that night.

   Ah yes...  the nights.  We always slept with the balcony doors open, to
let in the moonlight and the warm breezes.  Each night we each took an
end-of-the-day shower...  and all crawled into the king-size bed together.
I loved it when my hubby would cuddle my bare body next to his, neck with
me, and Evan would cuddle up behind me, with his hard cock pressing between
my legs and probing my pussy.  Sometimes we did it the other way around. 
Sometimes the cock within me would stroke slowly for many minutes with no
attempt to reach a climax.

   Laying nude on the crisp sheets of the condo there in tropical paradise,
with Evan curled against my back, connected to me with his cock lazily
stroking within my pussy...  and me sucking on my hubby's cock as he
stroked my hair...  what an enjoyable experience.

   I have always enjoyed using my mouth to give pleasure to John, since
long before Evan came into our shared love life.  I love the feel of his
cock sliding over my lips, and my tongue playing with his maleness.  I love
the feel as his cock enlarges and stiffens within my mouth.  No, I can't
"deep throat" him, but even when he is stiff I can keep most of him in my
mouth.

   Unlike many women I read about, I find it especially pleasurable when my
oral ministrations can elicit a load of his ejaculate.  I like to watch his
eyes as he reaches his peak...  and explodes.  I enjoy momentarily savoring
the taste of his masculine juices before I swallow it as he watches.

   I have found it interesting that John's (and Evan's) ejaculate can
change in flavor, depending upon if they have been smoking a lot, or if
they have changed their diet of foods.  But, I have never found their
juices to be distasteful, just as I hope they don't ever find mine to be
distasteful.

   That setting, with John in my mouth, him fondling my hair, me playing
with his balls...  and Evan buried within my loins...  always gives me a
unique sense of my own femininity.  I feel that my feminine body is
simultaneously giving pleasure to two guys while at the same time I am
enjoying my own distinctly feminine arousals.  Crazy maybe, but for me...
that is a high point in enjoying being a woman.

   On at least three nights we ended up with me being totally "sandwiched."
Sometimes I would have John stroking in and out of my pussy, and Evan (from
my other side) would introduce his cock to the inside of my pussy, to join
my hubby in their combined quest to "double my pleasure." That ALWAYS felt
extra good...  all of their combined girth stretching the walls of my
pussy, and the extra heat of their motion within me.  A couple other times
John used his cock to fill my back door, then rolled me on top of himself,
and invited Evan to give my pussy a good pounding.  Wow was that intense...
and pleasurable!

   After we had each cum a couple of times, we would each shower again
before returning to our shared bed.  After my `rejuvenation shower,' I
would feel ready to go again, and often found the guys laying on their
backs, next to each other, still "drained" from our earlier activities.  In
those cases I would take turns sucking and jacking them back to life. 
Which ever one came alive first; I straddled and rode, as I necked with the
other one.

   On some nights we all just collapsed on the bed (me in the middle) and
died for the night.  On other nights, Evan or John would "peter out" (if
you will excuse the expression), and go to sleep on the living room
sleeper, and I continued to play with the other one.  Of course, when
morning came, I generally had both guys fingering my pussy and kissing my
breasts.  I typically jumped up and showered (so I would be fresh for them)
before returning to the bed for a start-of-the-day shared romp in the bed.

   That week at St.  Martin (Spring of 2006) was one I will never forget. I
felt like a queen all week!  Yes, I was a bit sore by the end of the week
(I think the guys were too), but that went away soon after we returned
home. A week on a Caribbean Island...  lots of secluded beaches...  and two
tender, respectful guys to please my every sexual whim...  That's Paradise!
I recommend it for any woman.

   Evan still lives some distance away from us, but we expect to continue
seeing him whenever his schedule allows.  No doubt Evan will marry some
day, but for now he (and we) enjoy his periodic availability to share
intimate good times together.  He already plans to join us in August for a
weekend getaway.  I am looking forward to that...  but our week at St. 
Martin will always have a favored place in my memory.

   Ladies...  if you ever have a chance to spend a similar week with two
sensuous guys, don't let the opportunity pass.  And, if you are yet to open
yourself to MFM fun...  shame on you.  Until you do, you will never know
the extent of your feminine pleasure potential.
   From one happy Nan!