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 A Touch of Cloves

   Mine was a different sort of first time MMF experience.

   As a woman, I have always wondered why would a man want his wife to have
sex with another man.  It's always seemed to me to be such a peculiar
desire, yet, to judge by the stories in alt.sex.stories, it's a common
fantasy, even a predominant one among those old enough to have wives.

   A man will come home to find his wife in bed with another man.  Rather
than evincing anger, the husband watches from the hallway, or through a
window, or concealed in a closet, and experiences sexual excitement,
masturbating or even joining in.  In other stories, the husband connives
with his wife to arrange a liaison for her with another man so he can watch
or his wife can provide him with all the details afterward.  In some
stories, the husband even conspires with the other man to seduce or trick
his wife into unfaithfulness.

   I might have thought it was an a.s.s.  phenomena - once a theme is
presented, each author tries to outdo the preceding ones - but my husband
has the same fantasy.  When we're making love, with me riding on top of
him, he'll be looking into the mylar mirror that he's hung above our bed
and often begin to vocalize his fantasy.

   "I see your ass riding up and down on that cock.  I see you humping him.
I'm standing in the doorway watching you, watching his cock sliding in and
out of your cunt."

   "Does it excite you?" I join in his fantasy.

   "Oh, yes!  I like to see you fuck."

   "Is your cock hard?  Is it out?"

   "Yes, yes.  It's stiff and ready to come as I watch your cunt swallowing
up his fat cock.  Go on, hump that cock.  Yes, fuck him!  I want to see you
come."

   By this time, I'm into his fantasy and close to coming on this strange
cock.  I'm on the edge and grimacing as the excitement emanates from my
pussy.

   "Yes, come.  Come on!  I'm going to come, too!  Fuck him!  Fuck that
cock!" And I do.  I fuck that cock and come and he comes, too.

   I don't believe he really wants to see me with another man.  If he were
to come home and actually find me in bed with someone else he might start
yelling, he might rush in and start swinging, he might tiptoe away and only
confront me later when we're alone, I don't know.  But I'm reasonably
confident that he wouldn't stand in the doorway masturbating.

   We never talk about his fantasy except under these circumstances.  I
don't take it as a serious possibility.  It's just a way of adding a bit of
spice to our sex - a touch of cloves, as it were.

   So I wasn't surprised one day a few weeks ago when he wanted to spice it
up in a slightly different way.  We had started nuzzling in the kitchen, as
we often do, and had made our way to the bedroom, fondling and pawing as we
went, but still had all our clothes on, when he suddenly said, "Put this
on."

   It was one of those blindfolds that the airlines give you on overnight
flights so you can block out your neighbors' lights and maybe get some
sleep.  I slipped it over my eyes.

   "Now, you're going to be the stripper at a stag party," he said.  "Wait
a minute.  Let me get the boom box and a CD so you can have some music to
strip to.  Don't move." I stood there blindfolded and listened to him leave
the bedroom to get the boom box.  I could hear him fussing about, probably
picking out the CD, and then I thought I heard some other noises.  When he
got back, I asked.

   "Did I hear the front door open and close?"

   "Yes, I wanted to make sure it was shut properly so I could lock it." He
started the music.  "Now, take it off.  That's what they want to see."

   So I began the strip for the imaginary audience, slipping out of my
shoes and pulling my shirt off.  I wasn't really dressed for it.  "Next
time," I said as I struggled out of my jeans, "tell me so I can start
properly dressed."

   "It's not how you start, it's how you end up."

   I was down to my bra and panties.

   "Show them your tits!  Come on, give them a bit of wiggle."

   I couldn't really strut around because, blindfolded, I couldn't see
where I was going, and anyway our bedroom didn't have that much space.  I
was afraid I'd smash into the dresser because I'd lost my sense of
orientation.  I unhooked my bra and held it against my breasts as I slid
first one and then the other strap off my shoulders.  I shimmied a bit and
briefly pulled the bra away, giving a quick flash, and then put it back. 
He whistled.  "Come on, baby, they want to see your tits."

   I dropped the bra and then wiggled my tits a bit, although I wasn't sure
whether I was facing him or not.  Then I began to roll my panties down my
hips and over my ass.  "Let them see some snatch!" he yelled.

   "Are they excited?  Are they hard?" I asked.

   "Oh, yes.  They're stroking their stiff cocks and they want to see your
snatch!"

   So I finally stepped out of my panties.  He'll whistled and applauded.
Then he took me by the hand and led me to the bed.

   "Now let's really give them a good look at your cunt," he said and
placed me on my back on the bed.  He then took what I later discovered were
a number of my silk and rayon scarves and tied my arms and legs to the bed
so I lay their spread-eagled, giving "them" a wonderful view of my pussy,
which was beginning to get damp from this game.

   "Now, how about we give one lucky guy a chance to fondle you.  Come on
up, sir," he said, as if giving one of my "audience" an opportunity.  He
began to caress me.  "That's it, feel her up." Gently, he stroked first my
hips and thighs, then shifted to my neck and down my sides, barely brushing
the sides of my breasts.  As he did this, he kept up his patter.

   "Go ahead, don't be shy, get her tits," and so saying, his hands moved
to my breasts, circling closer and closer to my now erect nipples, finally
rubbing them gently with his thumbs, flicking them, pressing them.  "Use
your mouth, why don't you?" and he suited his actions to his words, taking
a nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, then softly sucking on
it.

   His insistence that it was a stranger who was caressing me was having
its effect on me.  I imagined that I had stripped before a bunch of horny
guys, that my naked body had given them erections, that they were standing
around with their stiff cocks out, and that now, as I lay bound before
them, one of them was stroking me and sucking my tits.  So it was just what
I wanted when I felt his hand begin to move toward my cunt.  He first
rubbed my clit and then inserted a finger between my now sopping labia.

   "That's it, finger-fuck her.  Stick it in there!" Now he had several
fingers in me, stirring up my juices.  Waves of pleasure and excitement
radiated out from where his fingers stroked me.

   Still rubbing my pussy, he climbed between my legs.

   "Sure, suck her off.  Stick your tongue in." He followed his own advice,
licking, probing with is tongue, pressing his mouth to my snatch.  I was
breathing heavily now.  I wanted to free my arms and press his entire head
into me.  I pushed my pelvis up as far as I could.

   Then he took his head away and I could feel the tip of his cock just
brushing against my labia.  He paused there.

   "Yes, go ahead and fuck her.  That's what I want to see.  I want to see
you shove that pecker into my wife's cunt.  Fuck her."

   "Yes, fuck me," I yelled.  I was ready.  The whole illusion was so great
that as his prick entered me it actually felt a little different than
usual. With his weight on his arms on either side of me, he slid into me,
pressing against me only at our thighs and pelvises.  He began slowly at
first, but gradually accelerated his pace, pumping that prick in and out of
me.  I wanted to wrap my legs around him, my arms, to pull him into me, but
all I could do was push my hips up to meet his thrusts.  I didn't last
long. I quivered, shook, and spasmed as my orgasm forced its way through my
body.  "Yes," I yelled, "fuck me."

   "Now you're ready," he cried, "shoot your sperm into her.  Come in my
wife!" and with an extra hard push, come he did.

   We stayed coupled like that for a while, panting.  Then he pulled
himself off.  I could hear him moving around a bit.  Then, still keeping up
the pretense, he said, "Let me let them out.  I'll be right back." I heard
him leave the bedroom and, a moment or so later, just as the CD ended, I
could hear the front door opening and closing and I even thought I heard
some whispering.  His performance had been flawless, the illusion was
almost convincing.  He came back up, released me, and embraced and kissed
me.

   For the next several days, I would from time to time silently drift off,
remembering the entire episode, going over it in my mind, appreciating all
the little things he had done to create and maintain the illusion.  It was
so good it was almost too good.  Could it have possibly.....?  No.  That
was ridiculous.  It was all my husband's wonderful fantasy.  And yet....

   And yet.  The thought kept recurring.  What if he'd actually....  I
couldn't believe that.  I knew my husband and he surely wouldn't...  But
the fact that I couldn't be sure kept nagging at me.  I had to admit that I
just didn't really know.

   I also didn't know if he'd ever want to do it again.  It was so good,
but could it work a second time?  If he did want to do it again, however,
I'd have to do it right.  I imagined what I would wear for my strip show. I
went through my drawers, selected an outfit, and put it all away in one
place so I could quickly put it on if the occasion arouse.  I didn't have a
stripper's costume, but what I had would do.  But....if I were to do it,
I'd have to really know whether we were really alone.  I couldn't stand the
uncertainty.

   I took the mask out of my husband's drawer and studied it.  Then I took
a straight pin and made a small pinhole just where one of my pupils would
be.  When I then tried to look through it, I could see, although not very
well.  I took it off and looked to see if the pinhole showed.  Only by
carefully studying it could I see the hole.  Further, when I rubbed the
material a little, I couldn't see the hole at all.  Unfortunately, when I
tested it again, I could no longer see through the pinhole.  Rubbing,
evidently, had pushed the fibers of the mask back together, obliterating
the hole.

   I decided it would be safe to make three small pinholes, in a little
triangle, for each eye, positioned so the holes would lie just in front of
my pupils.  When I did this, I could see fairly well.  Of course, I
couldn't see to the side without turning my head, but that shouldn't be a
problem.  I just wanted to assure myself that no one other than my husband
was out there.  When I looked at the mask from the front, I really couldn't
see the holes unless I was looking for them.  I decided that would be safe.
I carefully put the mask back in his drawer, hoping that the pinholes
wouldn't accidentally get rubbed away before I used them.  If I could see
out of only one eye, that should be enough.  Now, I thought, if he wants to
play that game again, I'm ready.

   For the next several days, my thoughts kept oscillating back and forth.
Of course there was no one other than my husband.  He had just carried out
the illusion wonderfully.  If I peeked through the pinholes, I'd be
destroying the illusion, and maybe the fun.  I should rub them out.  But
every time I started to open his drawer, I'd have the nagging feeling that
I really ought to know for sure.  I needed the reassurance.  I knew it was
silly, but it just bothered me.  He had just done it too well.  I'd turn
away from the drawer and forget about it for a while.  Then I'd start all
over again.  I wasn't being fair to him, I had to trust him.  And on and
on. Ultimately, I left the holes, figuring I could always rub them out when
he gave the blindfold to me to put on.  So I put off my decision about what
to do.

   In the meantime, we had our normal sex - that is, as normal as it was
before the blindfold incident.  It was good, seasoned by a bit of
anticipation.  I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, and finally it
did.

   We began fooling around in our usual fashion one day, but before it got
very far he said, "How about doing the thing with the blindfold?"

   "Okay, but this time let me dress for it.  I'll go to the bedroom and
get dressed and call you when I'm ready."

   I went in and took out the clothes I had prepared: stockings,
high-heeled shoes, bikini panties, a lacy bra that hooked in the front, a
long skirt, and a loose, short-sleeved blouse that buttoned down the front.
When I was dressed in them, I took out the blindfold.  I debated about it
for a few minutes.  Finally, with a deep breath, I put it on and adjusted
it so the pinholes were right over my pupils.  I was going to peek during
the strip and maybe then I'd rub out the holes.

   I called and he came in with the boom box, which he plugged in.  "Oh,
wait," he said, "I'll go let them in." He went down and opened the front
door.  A few moments later he was back.  He came in the bedroom alone, took
a look at me, as if to check my blindfold, and then called out, "OK, come
on in." This was the moment of truth for me.

   I was shocked.  I hadn't really believed there would be anybody there.
It was all a fantasy.  The pinholes were just to reassure me because my
husband had done such a convincing job.  But he wouldn't really have
someone come in and watch me strip.  In complete disbelief, I watched his
buddy Pete walk in.  They each had the comfortable look of someone who had
done this before.  And then the realization hit me.  They had done this
before!  Pete had watched me strip, had seen me naked, had seen me with my
legs spread apart...  My god!  He had seen me fuck!

   All this sprang to my mind in an instant.  I had to decide what to do. I
concentrated on not showing anything on my face while my husband started up
the CD.  And suddenly I had the outlines of a plan based on the old "Don't
get mad, get even." I'd strip for them.  After all, Pete had already seen
me naked.  But then I'd change things.  Of course, I'd have to work out the
details as I stripped.  "Let's go," my husband said, "take it off!"

   As if I couldn't see, I groped around to find the bed and then sat on
the edge of it.  I slowly took off my stockings, one by one, giving them a
good view of my legs (not my worst feature) up to my thighs.  I threw each
stocking up in the air, as I imagined a professional stripper would do. 
Then I stood, reached under my blouse, and unsnapped my bra.  Without too
much trouble, I took my bra off under my blouse.  I threw it up in the air,
too, making sure that it "accidentally" landed on Pete.  I turned around,
giving "everyone" a view of the outline of my tits swaying under my blouse.
My husband whistled, "Way to go, girl!"

   I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor.  My tiny bikini
revealed most of my ass, so I made sure that "everyone" had a good view of
that.  Then, as I started unbuttoning my blouse, showing a bit more of tit
with each button, I asked my husband, "Are they excited?"

   "Oh, yes!"

   I opened another button.  "Are they hard?"

   "Yeah.  Hard."

   I undid the last button and spun around, giving them a flash of tit. 
"Then let's all get naked!" I said as I took off the blouse.  While I
shimmied and shook my tits, Pete and my husband undressed.  Suddenly I was,
unbeknownst to them, looking at two naked men, each sporting a lovely
erection.  Pete had more or less the same build as my husband (medium
height and weight, reasonably good shape, like an athlete beginning to age
and showing the start of a pot), but his cock was bigger, fatter, with a
bulbous end, unlike my husband's, which was tapered.

   And then it suddenly hit me.  How stupid could I be!  It wasn't an
illusion last time, the cock that entered me really did feel different. 
Pete hadn't watched me fuck my husband...  my husband had watched me fuck
Pete!  I felt incredibly dumb not to have realized this.  My husband had
actually lived his fantasy!

   I continued my strip, pulling off my bikini pants, and the rest of my
plan suddenly became clear to me.  I finished my strip by spreading my legs
and, without bending my knees, touching the floor with my hands.  I rotated
around a full 360 degrees so as to be sure they each had a good view of my
cunt and asshole.  Then I stood up and, to my husband's applause, bowed in
a random direction, making sure that I ended up standing between Pete and
the doorway.

   My husband then came up and took my arm.  "Now for the next phase," he
said.

   "Are you naked?" I asked

   "Completely."

   I reached out and my hand touched his naked thigh.  "Ooooh, nice," I
said, "Well, I've got a better idea."

   "What?"

   "Why don't we switch?  You put on the blindfold instead of me." I made
as if to take off my blindfold.  I could see the panic in my husband's eyes
as he grabbed my wrists.

   "No, no, we'll do that next time."

   "That's not fair.  I'm always blindfolded.  It's your turn." Pete and my
husband made eye contact.  Both looked terrorized.  It was obvious Pete
couldn't get by me to escape out the door.  He looked rapidly toward the
closet and my husband nodded.  As I continued to argue with my husband, who
kept a firm grip on my wrists, Pete gathered up his clothes and disappeared
into the closet.  My husband gave a quick visual check and then finally
yielded to my arguments and released my wrists.

   I brought my hands up to the blindfold, being careful to place my
fingers right over the pinholes so I could rub them out, and took it off.
"You're so sweet," I said, giving my husband a quick peck on the tip of his
nose while at the same time busily rubbing over the pinholes.  "Turn
around."

   Once he had his back to me, I held the blindfold up to make sure no
light passed through the pinholes, and then I slipped it over his eyes and
led him to the bed.  He had already taken out the scarves, so I tied him on
his back, spread-eagled, as he had done me.  I was careful, however, to
keep him on one side of our king-sized bed.  Just to be on the safe side, I
got another scarf and wrapped it around the blindfold, "So it won't slip,"
I told him.

   Then I began to tease his body, running my finger over his thighs,
across his belly, around his chest.  I tweaked his little nipples and my
own nipples began to pucker.  My hands caressed his body in circles, moving
in ever smaller circles, centered at the junction of his legs.  With the
back of my fingernail, I stroked the underside of his stiff cock, then
gently tugged at his balls, and repeated the process until I could see
clear fluid oozing out of the tip of his now pulsing prick.  I was ready
for the next stage.  I could feel the dampness between my legs.

   I went to the closet and, with a finger on my lips to indicate silence,
opened the door.  There, in front of me, stood Pete, naked, fear in his
eyes, and his cock beginning to shrink.  I certainly didn't want that, so I
took a firm grip on it and used it to gently tug him out of the closet.  A
few squeezes was all it took.  It's amazing how quickly those things can
get hard.

   I brought him to the foot of the bed, by my husband's feet.  I then
knelt on the bed between my husband's legs, my mouth just over his cock and
my ass sticking up toward Pete.  Reaching back, I guided the tip of Pete's
prick so that it just nestled between my moist labia.  Figuring that Pete
would know what to do next, I turned my attention to my husband.

   As Pete's cock slid into my cunt, I took my husband's in my mouth and
began some serious sucking.  With Pete ramming me from behind, I first
licked the tip of my husband's prick and then took as much of it into my
mouth as I could.  I kept repeating this two step procedure.  I needed one
hand to support myself, but used the other to stroke the base of the cock I
was sucking or to play with the balls dangling from it.  I had never before
had two cocks in me simultaneously.  It was a new sensation, which I rather
liked.  However, I forced myself to keep it under control.  I couldn't
yield to it, I had other plans.

   Fortunately, my husband soon cried out, "I'm going to come." This was
normally the signal for me to move his cock from my mouth to my pussy,
since I had never let him come in my mouth.  This time was different.  I
wrapped my thumb and index finger around the base of his ball sack,
squeezing tightly, and sucked as hard as I could.  I was rewarded with
semen spurting into my mouth.  I sucked it all in and swallowed it.  It
wasn't bad at all.

   On Pete's next backward stroke, I wiggled away from him, raising one
finger to tell him to wait a moment.  Then I finished licking the come from
my husband's prick, milking it with my fingers to empty the pipeline. 
"What a naughty boy you are," I chided him.  "You got off without me."

   "I told you I was going to come."

   "Yes, well I'm going to come, too, and now it will have to be without
your help," I said as I watched his prick begin to soften and shrink.  I
rolled onto my back on the other side of the bed, spread my legs, and
invited Pete back in.  As he accepted my invitation, I recognized the
different feeling I had had last time.  I was suddenly sure that it was
Pete who had fucked me then, and he sure was fucking me now.  I much
preferred to be fucked from the front because it put pressure on my clit,
and now I didn't have to hold back anymore, so I just let the waves of
pleasure sweep through me.  This time I was able to wrap my arms around him
and pull him to me.  My breath quickened and I could feel my pulse getting
stronger.  I was getting close.

   What was giving my pleasure an extra edge...  a new kind of thrill... 
was the fact that my husband was lying next to me, tied up and blindfolded,
but hearing my little grunts and feeling my tremors and the shaking of the
bed.  He had wanted to watch me have sex with another man.  He had arranged
to do that without my knowing.  Well, now I was fucking another man inches
away from my husband and he couldn't see.  As far as he knew, I was
bringing myself off, playing with myself because he had come too soon.  He
didn't know.  Seeing him lying there with his cock soft and small, feeling
guilty because he couldn't satisfy me, while Pete pumped his stiff prick
into me, gave me one of most exciting feelings I had ever experienced.

   I gritted my teeth and felt the tremors start within me.  Having fucked
me backwards and forwards now, Pete was pretty close, too.  I could feel
his body begin to tense.  He gave one sudden hard push and shot his load
into me, and that put me over the edge.  I let out a yell and my whole body
shook.  I completely lost control.

   Pete gave several short, final thrusts, as if squeezing to get the last
drops out, and collapsed on top of me.  He lay there, silently, trying to
regain his breath.  I pushed him off and, by pointing to his clothes on the
floor of the opened closet and to the doorway, silently indicated that he
should leave.  He quickly dressed, leaving off his shoes.  He bent over me
and kissed me on the mouth, and I got a very faint hint of cloves on his
breath.  Then, carrying his shoes, he silently went out the door and down
the hallway.

   I lay there on my back with my legs pressed together, trying to keep
Pete's semen from leaking out.  Without moving, I started talking to my
husband to cover any noise the front door might make as Pete left.  "Wow!
That was something!  Whew!  Too bad you weren't there," and similar things
until I was confident Pete was gone.  Then, moving as little as possible, I
undid the scarf on my husband's near arm.

   Using his freed arm, he uncovered his eyes and released his other arm,
and was working on freeing his feet when I said, "Honey, I never swallowed
your come before."

   "How'd you like it?"

   "It was nice, but look," I said as I spread my legs.  "It's gone through
me and is leaking out."

   He stared in open-mouthed amazement at the semen oozing from my cunt. 
"I guess all that juice must have come from one of the guys you invited," I
calmly said.

   About that time my husband looked over and noticed that the closet door
was open, and Pete was not there.  There was a pregnant moment of silence
while I watched his face for a reaction.  Suddenly he broke into a wicked
grin.  "You didn't!" he said...  sort of making a statement and sort of
asking a question.  I just smiled at him.

   "On second thought, I think you did!" he finally said.  "I'll be darned!
I would have liked to watch."

   "Maybe next time," I coyly said.  With that he stuck his finger into my
slippery pussy and twisted it around in the residue of Pete's juices.  I
noticed that his cock had started to harden again, so I reached over and
began to stroke my husband as he kept playing with my pussy.  In no time,
he was hard as steel!

   He bent over and gave me a kiss as he moved over me.  He continued to
kiss me as he slowly aimed his hard cock between into my pussy... 
seemingly savoring the slickness within me.

   "How did you know?" he asked, as he began to pump in and out of me.  I
reached over for the blindfold and pointed out the remaining marking of the
previous small pinholes in it...  while smiling.

   "It was really Pete who screwed me last time too wasn't it?" I asked. 
"I confess...  it was," he said, as he began to pump more vigorously in and
out of me.  "Baby, your pussy feels so warm and squishy and different... 
with Pete's stuff in there," he whispered.

   By this time I was getting hot again too, and began humping my hips up
to enjoy each of his thrusts.  I came again, just before he did.  Then he
rolled off me.  We cuddled.  In a few minutes I found myself laughing.

   "What are you laughing about," he asked.  "Well, you thought you were
putting one over on me, and I ended up putting one over on you...  and I
think we both liked it!" I told him.

   Without getting into all the details, a few nights later my husband
brought a sheepish Pete with him when he came home.  They had talked, and
my husband wanted Pete to know that everything was OK.

   While they each had a beer, I slipped away, took a quick shower, put on
the same clothes I had worn the second time Pete was over for "the
blindfolded striptease," and returned to the kitchen.  They looked at each
other, and then laughed.

   I started to slowly remove my clothes as I beckoned for them to follow
me.  I dropped clothes on the floor as I backed my way toward the bedroom,
and they followed.  We ended up, all of us nude, in our bed.  This time no
one was blindfolded.  I invited Pete to go down on me as I knew he had done
the first time, and simultaneously necked with my husband and played with
his cock.

   When I felt really horny, I invited Pete to enter me doggy-style.  I
looked at my husband and said, "You wanted to watch.  Get down there and
watch your friend's cock enter me.  He did.  Soon Pete was slamming in and
out of me until we both exploded.  My husband crawled up by my face and
whispered, "Babe, I have always wanted to see another guy do you like that.
It was really neat!" I noticed that my husband's cock was really stiff.  He
was obviously pleased, and I had to admit that I was too.

   We managed to wiggle around on the bed so that my husband was cuddling
me from behind, and he immediately pressed his stiff cock into me as Pete
nuzzled between my breasts.  I hugged Pete to my tits as he alternately
sucked them, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of my husband's body
tight against my back, and his cock working within me.  In no time, he gave
me his sperm to mix with Pete's

   We still occasionally have Pete over for similar experiences.  I have
grown to really enjoy those times when both guys are making my body feel so
good.