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 Affairs Set The Stage for Later MFM Threesome Fun

   Received by Joan in February, 1997

   Dear Joan,

   I'm Anna, wife of Dave, who has written to you in the past.  Thanks for
sending the many stories.

   We haven't written in a while because we've been away on a business trip
out of the country.  You probably don't remember us, with all the
correspondence you must receive, but we wanted to tell you that the
first-person accounts of MFM threesomes that you have sent us, is changing
our lifestyle.

   We fantasize about it often now.  My fears are allayed.  I'm completely
convinced that my husband really does want to watch me with another man
(and that it's not just one of those male fantasies he'll regret after it
happens).

   We almost did it in a hotel in Europe.  We were chatting in the lounge
quite openly with a nice looking, clean cut man from Seattle.  When he left
to visit the men's room, my husband asked me if now might be the time.  I
felt a rush, a turn-on like I've never felt before.  I was literally,
instantly aroused.

   I can't explain it.  Suddenly, my head was full of the image of him in
bed with me, of his cock erect in my hand while my hubby watched (it's
arousing me all over again to recall the scene right now).  When the fellow
returned, we suggested he might like to join us upstairs for a night cap.
Alas, it wasn't to happen.  He wanted to, that was clear enough, but he had
a night flight to Hong Kong that he had to catch, for a business meeting in
the morning.

   I was genuinely disappointed.  I'd come a long way from my virgin
days... to that point of actually being aroused at the idea of fucking...
not making love, just fucking...  another man.  And then he was snatched
away from me at the last moment.  It's going to happen, Joan.  We both know
it now, and we can hardly wait.  When it does, we'll tell you all the
details.

   In the meantime, would you please send us some more of your recent
accounts from other couples.  Their stories really turn us on, and we both
want to keep our "lust level" high and ready for the next opportunity. 
Thanks so much for your service.

   Anna

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   Received by Joan in November, 1999...

   JoanThis is in response to your request for my perspective (as a wife)
on our first threesome experience.

   Dave, my husband, and I are just turning forty.  We've been married 17
years, and in the year or so leading up to our first threesome encounter,
two years back, we found ourselves talking more and more about widening our
sexual horizons.

   We'd both had earlier affairs, so it wasn't an entirely innocent fantasy
that we shared (more about that later).  We usually began our erotic
bedtime conversations by inquiring about some aspect of each other's
earlier dalliances.  "That week I went to Chicago, did you see him then?"
Dave would ask.  "Yes," I'd reply.  "I fucked him in this very bed."

   "Tell me about it," he'd say, and I would unburden myself of all the
orgiastic lust my lover and I had shared...  all to Dave's passionate
arousal.  Or, I'd ask him, "When I went to mother's funeral, did you have
her here?" And he'd say, "Yes...  along with another couple." I would
imagine the four of them naked, entangled in our king-sized bed, and feel
the fluids in my pussy seeping out.  Such admissions would invariably lead
us on into wild, wonderful sex, and we gradually became more "what if . .
.?" and specific.

   "What if you had the chance to fuck him again," Dave would ask.  "Would
you like to feel his hard prick inside you again?" His words, the idea,
would inflame me.  My pussy would burn with desire.  And, reaching over,
the hardness of his cock would tell me that they inflamed my husband too.

   He would move between my outspread thighs, lay his hard cock against my
clit and the cleft of my pussy lips, and say, "talk to me like you talked
to him." And, I'd say that I told him, "give me your prick...  your stiff
prick.  Put it in my cunt, the cunt my husband fucks when he is home."

   Dave would say, "did you really talk to him like that?" I'd say, "Not
only that, I's say 'Yesss fuck me!  Fuck my cunt!' Then my lover would say,
"is my prick better than your husband's?" And, I'd say, "Yes...  bigger,
thicker, harder, heavier.  Now give it to me." My assessment would not be
entirely accurate.  My husband's prick is the best I've ever felt...  but
it turned him on so to believe that I'd fucked a bigger one.  I considered
my fib to be a harmless little white lie.

   Anyway, as you can see...  and, I suppose, like so many other couples
before us have written you...  we were inching ever closer to really trying
an MFM threesome.  All that it would take was a proper time and convenient
place.  And, that came quite unexpectedly at a homecoming football weekend.


   Our First Threesome...  Dave's Eastern college football team was playing
at one of the other school's campus.  His fraternity had a chapter on that
campus.  So we, along with several of his frat brothers, attended the post
game party there...  and who should we meet in the bar but Dave's old
fraternity roommate.

   Dave had told me about his school days...  how he and Willy had passed
women on to each other...  how they once took turns fucking a Smith College
girl in his Chevy on their way back from Christmas vacation...  how they
hid a tape recorder beneath their dorm beds to record the sounds of each
other fucking her there.

   So, I knew that Willy's smile, so affable and delighted to meet me, was
as much a leer, undressing me, as an introductory grin.  Willy's
conversation topics were a further bellwether of where his imagination was
heading.  "Has Dave been behaving himself?" "Has he given up his horny old
ways?" Questions like that.  And, as he held me on the dance floor, I could
feel his hardening cock pressing against my mound as he pulled me closer
with each new slow dance tune.  I began to fantasize about a threesome with
him, and did nothing to disabuse him of his erotic advances.

   Dave knew what was going on.  "You're enjoying him, aren't you?" he
asked me when Willy went to corral more drinks.  "I'm hot for him," I
answered frankly.  "For him...  and for you," I continued.  We had a room
at a Best Western motel, and as the party wound into its rowdyish second or
third keg of beer, Dave proposed that we all move along to someplace
quieter...  like "our place." Willy was the first to agree.

   The moment we entered the room and closed the door behind us, Willy
excused himself to go to the bathroom.  Dave took me in his arms and kissed
me.

   "You're sure you want him?" he asked me.

   "Do you want me to fuck him?" I countered.

   "If you want to, yes...  but only if you want to."

   "I want to," I said.  I was aflame.

   Willy came out and I went to him, put my arms around his neck and kissed
him.  I ground my pussy against his cock, as he had ground his cock against
me while dancing.

   "What's going on?" he asked, pulling away, feigning surprise.

   "You know what's going on," I said, and swam back into his arms again.
"Fuck me, Willy!" I announced.

   "Go for it, man," Dave said, seating himself in a corner chair.

   Then Willy's hands were all over me...  my tits, my flanks, my ass and
my thighs.  My clothes were quickly puddling to the floor.  I was being
laid out naked, save for my white silk panties, on the bed...  and not by
my husband.

   Willy's mouth was kissing, sucking, licking, lapping my tits, my belly,
down into my pubic hair.  I was sighing and moaning.  He spread my thighs,
exposing my cunt, that was oozing its juice between its lips.  Then he sank
his tongue right there.  I looked over at Dave.  He had his prick out and
was stroking it.  Willy peeled my panties off, and his tongue slithered
into my crack.

   (Oh god!  I'm so hot writing this!  I have a hand down inside my panties
fingering my clit.  I remember...  it was soooooooooo good!)

   To say Willy licked me, would be an understatement.  Willy devoured me!

   His tongue tip probed my hot wet sheath.  The flat of his tongue
slathered up and down my hot, hungry cunt, then flickered over my swollen
clit.  I was wild with lust, heaving my cunt up into his hot wet mouth. 
While watching us, I noticed that Dave was jerking off.  Willy moved up
over me and placed his cock head at the mouth of my hot cunt.

   "What do you want now?" he whispered.  The words I used to use with my
old lover came back to me.  "I want you," I said.  "Put it in me!  Fuck my
cunt!  I wanna feel your prick inside me!" And he did.  Willy slid into me
full length.

   I looked over at my husband.  "He's in me," I said.  "He's fucking me...
while you watch."

   "Fuck him hard," Dave groaned as he jerked his prick.  "Wrap your cunt
around his prick and milk it."

   We talked like that all through it.  Willy fucked me long and well.  I
came a couple of times on his sweet cock.  Then Dave fucked me...  then
Willy again.  We traded, sucked and licked each other for hours.

   There is no way to accurately describe the sequential action, or all
that was said.  It was orgasm city for all of us, primitive lust, not
once...  but time and again.  Finally, `my men' gave up, exhausted.  We lay
in a heap, kissing, caressing, sliding slowly into sleep...  and when I
woke up, Willy was gone.

   "He thought we needed time alone to talk about this," Dave said.  And so
we did.  And, naturally, it turned us on all over again.  We fucked so
long, re-living that wondrous night, that we stayed past checkout, and had
to pay an extra half-day room fee.

   We both agreed, on the drive back home, that it was worth it.  We've
invited Willy to visit us for a repeat whenever he can get away.  In the
meantime, we content ourselves with one little item I neglected to tell
either Willy or Dave before hand.  I'd slipped our micro-cassette recorder
into the night table next to the bed, and left the drawer open a crack
through our whole encounter.  Now Dave and I, in bed at night, not only
re-live that wonderful experience, we listen to ourselves having it.

   I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I have writing it.  I'm
dripping wet with desire right now.  Alas, Dave's not home right now to get
me off.  But Mr.  Buzzy, (batteries not included) has proved an excellent
surrogate in times past.  Excuse me, Joan...  I think I hear him calling.

   Our Earlier Affairs...  About those affairs I mentioned at the
beginning...  Dave's affair grew out of a mutual friendship with a woman at
his office who was going through a divorce.  We weekended together, went to
concerts together, often had her to the house for dinner, and she often
stayed over in our guest room.

   One evening, at a rock concert, we got very stoned.  I was tired and
went to bed.  They stayed up, sipping wine, listening to Clapton.  When I
woke up a few hours later, my husband was not beside me, but the apartment
was dark and quiet.  I got up, listened at the guest room door...  and
heard my husband fucking our guest.

   Did I burst in on them?  No.  I tried to tell myself I was angry, but
the truth was I was immediately aroused.  I stood in the hall listening to
them and masturbating.  And when I heard him grunt a muffled, "Oooooh," and
her moan, "Here it cums...  don't stop!" I came myself...  so heard I
almost fainted there in the hall.

   Then I hurried back to bed, and resolved to go out and get fucked
myself. Which I did.

   One fellow in my office had been hitting on me for months, and I had to
admit I was attracted to him.  He had a reputation for being a "ladies'
man", and that alone stirred prurient fantasies.  In my line of work, I
worked late one night a week, often until well past midnight.  We would
break for dinner, then come back to the office.

   But a few weeks after that incident between my husband and our guest, we
finished up early.  I could have gone home, but "Fred" invited me to dine
with him.  I did.  We ended up in his apartment, fucking and sucking
ourselves silly.

   His cock felt so good in me, I can't describe it.  It wasn't that I
loved my husband less, or found him less of a lover.  It was the newness,
the "forbiddenness" of it all...  the feel of a hot new tongue slithering
between my pussy lips and over my clit, of a hard new cock pushing into me;
the wild, wanton feeling of being spread out naked in another man's
apartment, with his prick embedded in a cunt that had only known my
husband's cock since we were married.

   I came...  ooooh God, did I cum!  Over and over and over!  And he shot
inside me, and I could feel his semen spurting and squirting into my cunt's
soft wet, eager flesh.

   (Whew!  Am I masturbating as I remember this?  God, is a pig's ass
pork?)

   Anyway, I got home shortly after my husband.  The reflection on what I'd
just done had left me enormously aroused.  But the consequence never
occurred to me.  When we went to bed and Dave's fingers snaked out for my
pussy, he suddenly bolted upright.

   "You're soaked!" he cried.  "You've been fucking someone!"

   There was no point denying it.  I 'fessed up'...  knowing that if he
exploded, I still held the tit-for-tat hole card of him fucking another
woman in our very own home.  But...  he didn't get angry.  He got hot.

   He insisted on hearing the details, and got hotter, harder, with each
described lick and lap of my lover's tongue, each described stroke of his
sweet prick in my happily unfaithful cunt.  And so did I.  Before long, I
was eager to get fucked again (the idea of having two different cocks
fucking me in one night was itself a near-orgasmic stimulant).

   But when I knelt over him and took his lovely rigid prick into my eager
mouth, it was my turn to bolt upright.  "You've been fucking her again,
haven't you?" I cried.  "You didn't even wash!  I can smell her pussy on
your pubic hair!"

   He admitted it.  And suddenly, I was more aroused than I can ever
remember being, before or since.  The idea that I'd been spread out, cunt
wide open and oozing juice, beneath my lover's fierce, plundering prick
while, at the same time, my husband's prick was buried in another woman's
cunt...  was almost more than I could bear.  Alive with lust, I swung over
Dave and shoved his cock into my cunt...  buried it in one furious
stroke... and we fucked, telling each other what it was like to fuck
someone else.

   And that was how it began.  Our respective affairs lasted several
months. Each week, on that appointed night, we would meet our lovers and
fuck their brains out, and then come home and fuck each other.  It lasted
until we were transferred to another city, a very long distance away.

   And now, for the second time in two days, I hear Mr.  Buzzy calling. 
Ooooh Jesus!  He's shouting!  Telling of our subsequent threesomes, I'm
afraid, that will have to wait for another time.  Right now, I'm gonna cum.
   Anna in California