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 Received by Joan on 1/31/00

   Joan,

   A little over a year ago I asked for, and received, one of your archived
stories.  At that time I promised to send you a story about the first MFM
experience my wife and I had.  Sorry about the delay.  It just took a lot
longer than I thought it would.

   My story follows:



   Our First Threesome Adventure By Ron Graystone



   This is a story of the first time that my wife and I invited another man
to join us for sex.  Is it true?  Well it happened a long time ago.  As you
can guess, at the time my emotions were running wild...  which tends to
blur memory.  Also people tend to remember the things they want to
remember, forget things they want to forget, and in some cases they
remember things as they wanted them to happen...  but might not have
happened quite the way they remember.



   All this to say that there is a lot of truth in the story, but I can't
guarantee that it is 100 percent correct.  This much I can say without fear
of contradiction.  A number of years ago my wife Kathy and I agreed that
she should have sex with a man other than myself.  The candidate was
chosen. The invitation was made and accepted.  And then one evening, when
the three of us were together, Kathy was stripped naked and Bill, our
friend, made love to my wife.  After Bill had finished making love to
Kathy, I took my turn making love to her.  It was a very erotic and
emotional night, and I hope and believe that this rendition is pretty close
to what actually happened.





   A little history first.  I met Kathy in undergraduate school.  She was a
sophomore and I was a senior.  Kathy, although she had had a couple of
close calls, was still a virgin.  That summer we managed to get her to get
rid of that terrible burden.



   After that we tended to screw most of our spare time away.  I've often
said that she would probably have dumped me except that her favorite new
toy was firmly attached to me.  We were married right after Kathy completed
undergraduate school.  At the time I was in the process of doing my
graduate work.  By the time I completed my graduate work we were the proud
(or perhaps tired) parents of two boys.  The older boy was two while the
younger was just an infant.



   I don't know when I began to think of having Kathy get it on with
another guy.  I know I first started toying with the fantasy early on.  It
started when I was reading a book right after Kathy and I had married.  It
wasn't a very good book, but I was able to get into it.  The story-line had
the hero married to this nice pretty young thing and they were very much in
love.  Although the bad guy was doing all sorts of evil things, he also
managed to have a certain magnetism that really turned on the ladies.



   At one point in the book the bad guy managed to get the hero's wife
alone, destroyed her resistance, stripped her naked and carried her off to
his bedroom.  The book was not very graphic in its description, but there
was no question that he screwed the crap out of poor little Nell.



   I had never read a book where the sweet young thing had not somehow, at
the last minute, been saved from that "fate worse than death." This really
left me shaken.  Now, when I read a book, I tend to identify with the hero
and when his wife got laid, it was my wife Kathy who was getting it on with
some ne'er-do-well.



   The emotion that flowed through me almost made me choke.  I assumed the
emotions I felt were anger and jealousy, coupled with a feeling of
betrayal. As the book continued, Nell found herself going to bed with the
bad guy on a number of occasions.  She was in an awful predicament.  She
loved her husband but was really turned-on by the bad guy.  Could this
happen right here in River City?



   Hell I realized it happened all the time.  I suddenly realized that
Kathy too was only human, and some sweet-talker could come along, sweep her
into bed and she might just like it.  Whew!  That was an emotional rush.



   I didn't get rid of the book, and from time to time I would take it out
and re-read the cuckold parts.  The more I read those parts, the more I
realized that the emotion I was feeling wasn't anger or jealousy...  but
sexual excitement.  The sweet young wife was getting it on with the bad guy
and was enjoying it...  and so was I.



   The next step wasn't too hard to predict.  I substituted Kathy for Nell
in those sex scenes and it was a real turn-on.  The first time I thought
about what it would be like for my wife to open her body to another man
with my OK, I shook with emotion, but it sure was exciting.



   As time passed and I teased myself with these visions, I gradually
became aware that I not only wanted my wife to have this adventure, but I
wanted to watch.  Oh boy, I was a sexual pervert.  I felt I needed to keep
this a secret, particularly from Kathy....  well maybe not.  Maybe I should
see what Kathy thinks about that kind of an arrangement.



   Well actually I didn't start trying to set things up right away.  In
fact it took quite a while for me to start to actively campaign to get
Kathy to participate in a threesome.  In undergraduate school, and the
first few years of marriage, we were too busy screwing each other to think
about erotic liaisons with other people.



   Then after I had finished graduate school and took the assistant
professorship, things were a little hectic.  Tenure track professors are
expected to serve on a multitude of committees, attend countless meetings,
scrounge for research grants and...  oh yes, teach.  I was up to my ears in
work, we had little money, lots of bills and Kathy was the frazzled mother
of an infant and a demanding two-year old toddler.



   With Kathy still trying to regain her figure following her pregnancy and
all the rest of the things going on, I guess that neither one of us were
very much in the mood for erotic sex games involving other people.



   So when did I actually start seriously thinking about sharing Kathy with
another man?  I guess that I really didn't start thinking along these lines
for about two to three years after I was out of graduate school.  It was
then that it started to dawn on me that Kathy had not only gotten her
figure back...  but with child birth had, except for some tummy stretch
marks...  the childbirth actually improved it.



   Her breasts were a little more full, but still very perky.  Her hips
were just a little wider, and her waist had receded back to its former
size. She was a very sexy lady...  and I noticed that other men were aware
of that as well.  That's when I began to remember the long forgotten book
and how much it turned me on to enter that fantasy.  I guess it was
probably in 1970 or close by, that I began to actively try to get Kathy to
think along the lines of erotic sex with another man.



   The sexual revolution had been underway for a few years, and it appeared
that every one was engaged in pleasure sex.  That is to say...  everybody
except us.  We hadn't fired one shot in this revolution.



   However since sex was the hot topic of the day and the favorite
expression of the time was, "If it feels good do it," it wasn't too hard to
open a conversation that had to do with the kinky things that were
happening all around us.  I guess my opening gambit was to try to get Kathy
to tell me about her fantasies.



   At first it was, "Oh no, I don't have any of those." After a while
though, after I had confessed to having them myself, she admitted that she
too had some kinky fantasies.  Hers were mostly about her being surprised
by a tradesman (plumber, mailman etc.) while she was naked, and then being
tenderly and reluctantly raped by this very nice man who just couldn't help
himself.



   It was about this time that we introduced a little role-playing sexual
fantasy game into our lovemaking.  In our game I would pretend to be
someone else, and we would play the roles while we made love.  One of our
favorites was that I, her husband, was asleep or something in the other
room...  and we, her lover and her...  had to be quiet so I wouldn't know
what was happening.



   It was this scenario that opened the way for this coward to let Kathy
know that I wanted us to invite another man into our love nest.  It was
simple enough, I don't even think I planned it.  It just happened.



   We were playing the game one night, and we were far enough along that I
was inside her when she told me to be more quiet or her husband would catch
us.  I don't know why, but I blurted out that he knew!  That he was in the
room watching us, and was going to take his turn screwing her when I
finished.  I can't remember exactly what the conversation was after that,
but I know she wanted to know how her husband felt about what was going on.
I think I said something like, "He really is enjoying watching this
happen."



   I don't think we said much more on the subject that night, but a few
days later we were sitting in the living room after the kids had gone to
bed when Kathy brought the subject up again.  After opening the topic of
our recent role-playing, Kathy asked me if I really wanted her to "do it
with another man."



   I figured what the hell, go for it, and I told her that it was my
favorite fantasy for us to have a threesome with another man.  I guess I
then asked her how she felt about the possibility.  It was a little
disappointing.  Her response was, "No honey you're all the man I need."



   Having opened the subject, confessed my desires, and not have had Kathy
divorce me...  I felt a little more brave about letting Kathy know what I
wanted her to do, and to press her a little regarding the possibility that
she could enjoy sex with another man.



   At first I got essentially the same response, "No honey you're all the
man I need." But after a while she admitted that she was a little curious
about what it would be like to be bedded by someone other than me.  At
first I think Kathy liked the idea but was concerned that this type of
activity might jeopardize our marriage.



   But, as time wore on, she gradually warmed to the arrangement.  After a
considerable amount of time, and a lot of talk, Kathy finally agreed that
if we could find a suitable candidate, that she would be willing to invite
him into our sexual playground.



   With that over, Kathy laid out the conditions that she felt the
"suitable candidate" should meet.  First she said that she did not want me
to set her up.  She wanted to decide who her partner was to be, and when
and where it was going to happen.  Second, and this was a big restriction,
the candidate could not be involved with another woman.  Kathy didn't want
jealous women complications.  Finally, the guy had to interest her.  He had
to have more going for him than just a stiff dick.



   Having agreed that the deed could and should take place, our
conversations took on a whole new dimension.  We would discuss the
attributes of the various males that we knew, and Kathy would tell me what
she thought it would be like to get laid by him.  As you can probably
guess, these conversations usually ended with us in bed making hot love. 
As the conversations became more specific and descriptive, we modified and
added a new dimension to our little sex fantasy game.



   Now we would start out playing our fantasy game by me saying something
like "Hey lady is your husband home?" If Kathy was in the mood, she had a
couple of choices.  She could say, "Who are you?" This put me in the
position of telling her who was to be her fantasy lover for the evening, or
she could decide for herself who it was to be by responding to me and
giving me the name of the person she wanted for the evening.



   Maybe if we had been discussing some particular guy that evening we
would just assume he was to be the object.  Our fantasy game was not a
regular occurrence, but was kept for special spicy occasions.  If I tried
to start a fantasy session when Kathy was in the mood for monogamous
romantic love, she would signal that mood by saying something like, "You
better leave right now, my husband will be home soon, and I want to make
love to him." Occasionally we would have Kathy be some other woman, but
that was not nearly as much fun for either of us.



   If we decided to play the fantasy game, we could choose from a number of
scenarios that we developed along the way.  Those scenarios generally fell
into three different types.  First: the reluctant housewife caught in a
situation she didn't want to be in, and she knows she is going to have to
let this man have his way with her.  Second: the hot little wife who wants
to get laid and doesn't mind cuckolding her husband.  And finally: the
apprehensive wife taking a lover with her husband's knowledge, permission
and encouragement.



   Whichever scenario we chose, we almost always had a part of the game in
which Kathy would ask her fantasy lover, "What are you going to do to me?"
Kathy's lover would always answer in graphic detail, which would then
trigger her next question, "What else are you going to do to me?" After we
had a pretty good idea what he was going to do to her, we then would have
him do it.  After the deed was done the wife always agreed that the sex was
great and they should probably do it again.



   Well there you go, everything was in place, the wife was hot to trot and
the husband (ME) was hot to watch.  It was about to happen right?  Well it
should seem so, but for some reason, we couldn't seem to put it together.
We couldn't find a suitable candidate.



   Oh sure, we identified a number of guys who turned Kathy on, but they
all seemed to have wives or serious girlfriends.  A couple were OK when we
discussed them, but before we could consummate the liaison they would
either move or develop a significant female friendship.



   I was beginning to feel like we were never going to fulfill our fantasy.
Our friends were mostly young married couples with young children,
primarily people sporting advanced degrees and firmly ensconced in
academia. These were definitely not the sexually-abandoned types who would
encourage their spouses to take on extra-marital lovers.



   Well, that's what we thought anyway.  Just goes to show how wrong you
can be.  But then, almost in a blink of an eye, it all fell into place.



   It was the end of the fall quarter.  Finals week was over and Christmas
vacation was upon us.  Well they were upon me.  The kids still had another
week of school.  OK so I still had to finish grading and turning in the
grades, but the campus was empty and that counts for something.



   For as long as I had been at the school, the Dept.  Chair always tossed
a combination end-of-the-quarter and Xmas party on the Saturday following
the end of finals week.  It was a good time to just relax and let your hair
down with your friends and colleagues.  Kathy and I always went and had a
good time.



   This year we had a really, really good time.  Actually not at the
party...  but what the party brought on.  The year was 1974, and
mini-dresses were in.  Kathy had a very short, very hot little white one,
and she looked great in it.  We went to the party, her in her hot little
dress and me.



   Well I think I was probably wearing some very hip bellbottoms with wide
vertical stripes, a massive white belt, with an equally massive buckle. 
The rest of my attire was probably just as disgusting.  Didn't matter much.
All the rest of the "dudes" were just as obnoxious.  I will not bore you
with the rather sparkling wit and conversation that I engaged in.  I'll
just let you feel cheated.



   At some part of the evening however, Kathy was circulating around while
this fellow Bill and I were over in the corner talking.  To set the stage,
Bill was one of the candidates that Kathy and I had discussed, but Kathy
rejected, because he appeared to be firmly attached to a girl named Linda.
Kathy agreed that if it weren't for Linda, Bill would be a prime candidate
for our bed.  Bill also was a regular lover in our fantasy games.



   Anyway back to the party.  Bill and I had had a few glasses of wine, and
maybe a hit or two from a joint that was being passed around, so we were
feeling a little loose.  The conversation turned (as it usually does) to
the good-looking women at the party.



   I think that I probably said something like 'I'd sure like to have a
couple of them in my bed,' which started a real serious conversation.  Bill
allowed as how threesomes were great but that while two females and one
male sounded exciting, they functioned better in fantasy than in fact.



   He said, and I had to agree, that one man has trouble enough keeping up
with one women sexually.  He just doesn't stand a chance with two.  On the
other hand one woman can easily take care of two men...  and the men, in
that erotic voyeuristic setting, tend to perform at a higher level.



   Not having had any experience in the matter I probably agreed, but I
think that I probably made observation that he seemed to have first-hand
knowledge on the subject.  Bill admitted that he had participated in a
number of such liaisons.  I remember that I, trying to act cool, asked if
these adventures all included the same woman.  Bill laughed and said,
"Primarily, yes.  Linda likes threesomes with men."



   Bill then asked if Kathy and I had done any sexual experimenting.  I
think I probably said, "No, but we might like to..." or something like
that. I had a momentary pang of panic.  Hell I had just given away our
secret.  The panic didn't last long.  Bill seemed to take the information
in stride and didn't act like I was some kind of a pervert.  Besides, I
figured that if I didn't take a chance sometime, I'd never get to see Kathy
in bed with another man.



   After that the conversation swirled around with Bill telling me how hot
Kathy looked, how exciting threesomes were, and how he didn't want to
insult me...  but if Kathy and I ever wanted to try a threesome, he hoped
that we would consider him.



   I asked him what Linda would have to say about that kind of arrangement.
Bill told me that he and Linda were not together at the moment.  She had
taken her sabbatical leave to study under some guy at Texas A & M, and
would be gone for the rest of the year.  He also said that they had
essentially ended their relationship albeit under pleasant circumstances.



   I got very excited.  I told Bill that if Kathy and I ever decided to try
an experiment with a threesome that I would certainly put his name forward
to Kathy as a candidate.



   While we were having these conversations, we would occasionally find
ourselves looking at Kathy, with perhaps just a little bit of fever in our
eyes.  On a few of those occasions Kathy would look up and catch us.  When
she did, she would beam us with a dazzling smile (explanation later).  The
conversation was pretty erotic for me.



   When Bill would describe certain aspects of a threesome, we both knew
that he was talking of the future...  and that the threesome in question
was Kathy, Bill and myself.  It was a very heady conversation, talking to a
guy about him have sex with my wife.



   When the party finally broke up and Kathy and I were driving home, I
told her about Bill's offer...  and that Linda was no longer in the
picture. We didn't get to talk much since our house was just a short ride
from the party, but I did suggest that she might like to take off her
pantyhose and panties while I took the baby-sitter home, and that fun and
games might be in the offing.  After I got back, I found that Kathy had
done as I had asked and was sitting on the couch.  The mini-skirt was hiked
just high enough to give me a tease of a view.



   I sat down beside her and began playing with the skirt, moving it up
little by little until Kathy's love nest was available to me.  I think what
I was going to do was to see if I could start one of our fantasy games,
using Bill as her fantasy lover.  Instead, I decided to reverse the game
just a bit.



   I said, "You know honey, Bill wants to do some things to you." There was
just a pause and then, going along with these new game rules, very quietly
she said, "What does he want to do to me." It was the old fantasy game but
with a slight new twist.



   As near as I can remember, I believe the conversation went like this:
"He wants to strip you naked and have you stand before him so he can see
all of you." Kathy then turned the tables on me a little by acting as
though I were someone other than her husband.  She said, "But my husband
wouldn't want me to do that...  would he?" Falling in with this script I
replied: "Not so, he wants very much for you to strip naked for Bill." The
conversation continued with Kathy saying, "What else does he want to do to
me?" I replied, "He wants to fondle your naked breasts and take your
nipples into his mouth."



   Again she said, "But my husband wouldn't want me to do that would he?" I
replied, "Not so, he wants very much to watch you let Bill fondle your
breasts and nuzzle your nipples." The conversation continued with me
telling her that Bill wanted to kiss her deeply and have her return that
kiss.  Then I told her that Bill wanted to strip naked for her and have her
stroke his cock.



   From there I told her that Bill wanted to play with her pussy, he wanted
her to take his cock into her mouth and suck it...  and finally he wanted
her to lie down, spread her legs, and let him slide his cock into her
pussy.



   After I described each event she would repeat the same litany, "But my
husband wouldn't want me to do that would he?" And each time I'd reply that
he very much wanted that to happen.  Then she would say, "What else does he
want to do to me." By the time this conversation was finished, Kathy and I
had managed to get completely naked, and we were ready for some serious
screwing.



   Before we started however, I asked one more question.  "Kathy would you
like it to happen?" Kathy put her arms around my neck and pulled my head
down to kiss me, but just before our lips met she whispered a very quiet,
"Yes I'd like that very much." After we broke from the kiss, we scampered
to the bedroom and had a very hot bout of loving.



   After that serious bout of love-making, Kathy and I were laying there
fondling one another when I said, "You know, I get the feeling that you
were not taken completely by surprise by these events." Kathy laughed and
said that every time she looked over at Bill and me, we seemed to be in
deep serious conversation, except when we were looking at her...  and then
she had the feeling that she was being undressed.



   She also said that she had noticed that Linda wasn't there, so she had
asked around about her and found out that Bill was essentially a bachelor.
Since Bill would have been a serious candidate for fun and games except for
Linda, Kathy said she decided to leave us to our talk so that maybe we, all
of us, might get lucky.  I said, "I guess that's why we got the dazzling
smiles from you." She laughed and gave me another one of those dazzling
smiles.



   Kathy then said, "So how do we go about setting this thing up.  You
know...  my doing it with Bill." What a neat word: "it." The word instantly
became one of my most favorite words.  "It" conjured up visions of Kathy
and Bill rolling about naked on the bed.  "It" was a beautiful word.



   After I recovered from the shock of my wife taking a leading roll in
setting this thing in motion, I said that both Bill and I would probably be
in school on Monday, grading finals, and that I would see him then.  I said
that I would simply ask him if his offer still held, which I was sure it
would, and invite him over that evening after the kids went down to sleep.
As an afterthought, I said that after Bill was here I would invite him to
join us on the couch and then let nature take its course.



   Kathy replied that we couldn't do it (that word "it" again) Monday
night. We had something going on then.  I said OK, I'll invite him over on
Tuesday night.  Kathy didn't object.  In fact I don't believe that she said
anything.  As I recall we started our love play again.



   It seemed like all day Sunday we avoided talking about the impending
love session.  I think we both wanted it (that word again) to happen, but
were both afraid that if the subject was brought up, the other one might
get cold feet.  On Monday we got the kids off to school and as I was
getting ready to leave for the office.  Kathy said, "are you going to talk
to Bill today?" I said, "yes, as soon as I see him." Kathy said, "After you
do, call me," and she gave me an evil smile and a kiss goodbye.



   When I talked to Bill he not only was all for the program, but he was
ready to come over for lunch.  I told him that he had to have a little
patience.  I called and gave Kathy the news.  Her response was, "Oh my, I
hope we're not going to regret this." But at least she didn't ask me to
cancel the date.



   Monday night after the kids were in bed we, Kathy and I, talked a little
about the program planned for the next night.  We talked about what she
should wear.  We settled on a loose sweater with no bra (easy access to the
important parts I said...  Kathy chuckled), and a long full skirt with no
hose (easy to remove said Kathy...  I just gulped).



   We talked a little about panties.  I said they might leave a panty line
and spoil the effect.  Kathy said that if Bill was worried about a panty
line when she was naked, we had bigger troubles than a panty line.  So the
panties were still part of the uniform.  Also we had agreed earlier that we
would abstain from sex on Monday night so that we would be hot for the
program on Tuesday.



   Well that was before I talked Kathy into getting into the uniform she
would wear the next day, so that I could check out the easy access.  Well,
so much for abstinence, but at least we knew that the uniform was
functional.





   Tuesday, December 13, 1974, the longest day there ever was (at least
until about 8:30 pm).  After supper we took showers, helped the kids with
their homework, and got them settled in bed.  I have no idea who did what,
but shortly after 8 pm the kids were settled down and Kathy (in her
uniform) and I were having a glass of wine...  trying hard not to fidget or
act nervous.



   The clock seemed to crawl, but after a small eternity we heard a car
drive up, so we went over to the door to meet Kathy's lover-to-be.



   It was a little awkward at first.  We were just standing around, not
knowing how to get started.  I was so wound up that I couldn't even talk.
Finally Bill went over to Kathy and put his arm around her and said,
"Nervous?" Kathy said, "Yes," and Bill said "Me to." Kathy laughed and
said, "What do you have to be nervous about?  This is the kind of thing
that guys would be expected to do, but nice girls aren't even supposed to
think about."



   Bill gave Kathy a wicked grin and said, "But just think of all the fun
that nice girls are missing." Kathy gave him one of her dazzling smiles,
and the nervousness just seemed to evaporate.  At least it did for those
two.  For me the excitement was probably sending my blood pressure through
the roof.



   I'm not sure how the rest of the conversation went, but the ice was
definitely broken.  Kathy and Bill moved to the couch with me in tow.  I
can't say for sure what exactly happened next, what was said, or the order
in which things happened.  You have to understand it happened a long time
ago.  My emotions were running at a very high pitch...  which, as I said
before, tends to cloud the memory...  but here is what I think I remember.





   Bill asked Kathy if she was wearing a bra.  Kathy smiled and said,
"You'll just have to find that out for yourself." Bill's hand moved slowly
under Kathy's sweater and moved up toward her breast.  Kathy gave a small
intake of breath and closed her eyes.  Bill moved forward and began kissing
her very deeply, and Kathy responded in kind.  Someone kicked the coffee
table that had held the wine glasses we had been using, so I decided to
move the table and take the glasses back to the kitchen.



   When I came back in from the kitchen, I think my heart almost stopped.
Kathy was clutching the material at either side of the bottom of her
sweater and was holding it up so as to bare her breasts.  Her breasts would
have been bare except that Bill's head was covering one and his hand was
covering the other.



   Kathy was looking down at Bill's head and the only description for the
look on her face was surprise...  not that I think she was surprised... 
but that was her look.  She looked up when I came into the room and gave me
a sort of stricken, embarrassed smile...  and her eyes seemed to be
pleading for some sign that this was still OK.  I smiled at her and mouthed
her a kiss.  Relief flooded her face, and I received one of her
earth-stopping smiles.



   Since Bill was already baring Kathy's top, I figured I would start
undressing the bottom.  I went over and knelt down in front of Kathy's
legs. I undid the top of her skirt and pulled it down.  As I pulled her
panties downward, she lifted her bottom up to allow me to slide them all
the way down, and then lifted her legs so I could take them the rest of the
way off.  Bill, curious about what was happening, was looking at me as I
removed Kathy's panties.  Without taking is eyes off of mine, he reached
about midway down her thighs and then deliberately moved his hand up
between her legs.



   I watched as Kathy's legs parted for him, and as his hand moved up I was
able to see the goal that his finger was reaching for.  When Bill's finger
reached its objective and started pressing its way inside her, Kathy let
out a small "Oh." I looked up at her and saw that she had closed her eyes,
and had leaned her head back against the back of the couch.  Funny thing,
she was still holding the sweater up.



   At this point Bill went back to kissing Kathy while he let his finger do
its work.  Not wanting to miss anything, I placed my hands on Kathy's knees
and pushed them apart.  There was no resistance, and Kathy spread her legs
wide-apart giving me a breath-taking view.



   She later told me that that was one of the most erotic moments.  She
could feel what Bill was doing with his finger, and she knew that I was
watching every bit of it.  I don't know how long I knelt there, with my
hands holding Kathy's knees apart, watching Bill's finger doing its work
inside my wife, but finally I decided it was time to join in the fun.



   I guess that about this time I moved up onto the couch with Bill and
Kathy.  I think that it was also about this time I got undressed.  With the
two of us playing with her, Kathy was getting a little out of control, she
was thrashing about and asking us to do various things to her.



   Wow she was wild!  Bill stood up and started to strip.  Both Kathy and I
watched intently.  I think that was when I helped Kathy out of her sweater,
but I'm not sure.



   Things were getting a bit intense by then.  When Bill finished and was
standing there naked, Kathy reached out for his cock and very tenderly
stroked it.  Bill moved a little closer and Kathy leaned forward.  She then
took his cock into her mouth.  I almost climaxed right there.  I think Bill
was pretty close as well, because he only allowed Kathy a little time
before took his cock out of her mouth and sat down and started the love
play again.



   I don't know how long we played, but all of a sudden Kathy brushed our
hands and faces away and stood up.  Her face, neck and chest were very
flushed...  and her eyes were bright and shiny.  She looked at us and
croaked something that might have been "bed" or "bedroom," and then turned
and fled down the hallway toward the bedroom.  Bill was up and hot on her
tail (both literally and figuratively).  Me, I was a wreck, I was shaking
like a leaf, my breath was coming in ragged gasps, and the blood was
singing in my ears.



   My control over my larynx was so overcome by the emotions that I had
been feeling, that I don't think I had been able to say one word since Bill
came into the house.  I think I may have been close to passing out, or
maybe climaxing.  I don't know which.



   To try to gain a little control...  I got up, locked the door, turned
out the lights and then headed down the hall to join them in the bedroom. I
closed the door and set the little security latch.  (Kathy had had me
install the latch right after our oldest started climbing out of his crib.
She didn't want little people walking in when something important is going
on.)



   The light was very dim.  There was only a little plug-in night light
across the room.  But I was able to make out my wife on the bed with her
legs spread, and Bill lowering himself onto her.



   I tried to see the actual penetration, but with the dim light, the
shadows and their legs in the way, I just couldn't make it out.  That was
somewhat disappointing, but I still had a very good show to watch.



   At that moment I heard my wife sucking a breath through her teeth, and
then a little "Oh!" Bill was pressing himself into my wife.  The breath
intake was repeated again with another kind of exclamation that I'm not
able to put in words.  Finally there was a third intake but this time it
ended with, "Mmmmm ahhh." I figured penetration was complete.



   This was, and probably will forever be, the most erotic moment of my
life.  I was standing there on the verge of blowing my cookies, knowing
that if a fly landed on my cock it was all over.  I couldn't see Bill's
cock sliding into my wife's pussy, but I could see the rhythmic pumping of
Bill's butt driving his cock into my pretty wife.



   What do you remember at times like this?  I don't know, but I'll tell
you this.  Sometimes you remember the most stupid things.  I remember that
Kathy's feet were lifted up.  I guess Bill had his hands under her bottom
to hold her up to get deeper penetration.  As I was watching, every time he
drove his cock home, her feet would bounce at the bottom of the stroke.  I
couldn't see Bill penetrating her, but I was really into watching her feet
bounce.



   I could just barely see Kathy's face in the dim light.  At first she was
biting her lower lip and kind of mewing softly.  But then she slammed her
feet down on the bed, sort of rotated her hips, opened her mouth in a
grimace and started a kind of whimpering noise.



   I know from experience that that is what my wife sounds like when she is
climaxing, but that was the first time I had ever seen it.  How come this
was the first time I had seen this?



   Well if you have your head buried in your wife's neck during sex you
really can't be expected to know what your wife's face looks like when both
you and she are popping off.



   The next stupid thing I thought of was, "Hey it's not too late to stop
this." Why in the world would that thought pop into my head?  I wanted this
to happen.  I was enjoying this beyond all my expectations.  Besides, it
would have taken the entire offensive line of the San Francisco 49ers to
pull them apart.



   It didn't matter much anyway, because no sooner did I think that it was
not too late when bang, it was too late.  Bill's body sort of stiffened, he
began grunting and snorting and his rhythmic pumping turned into a
spasmodic stabbing.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that
the deed was being done.  Bill gave Kathy, maybe a half dozen more stabs
and then collapsed onto her.



   Kathy had her eyes closed.  Her knees were up, and she was rubbing the
inside of her thighs along Bill's legs and hips.  Kathy claims that if she
does this after having a particularly intense orgasm, it causes a bunch of
mini-orgasms or contractions.



   So I guess Kathy was able to get it off on her first coupling with Bill.
They lay like that for a while.  Bill giving a little pump occasionally and
Kathy doing her rubbing.



   Me?  I was standing there.  Still in a highly emotional state, but
coming down a little.  It was a good thing too, because if I hadn't, I
don't think I could have held off climaxing long enough to achieve one full
stroke in my wife.



   Bill and Kathy had started talking to one another, but I couldn't hear
what they were saying.  Then Bill rolled off of my wife, looked up and
smiled at me.  I could see his cock.  It was wet and glistening.  It wasn't
totally shrunk yet, but it was certainly not a hard-on.  He had definitely
been able to totally enjoy my wife.  Seeing the two of them lying there
like that was a very erotic sight, and my excitement began to rebuild.



   Kathy, looking at my obvious excited state, smiled at me and said,
"Husband, is that for me?" I croaked something, moved onto the bed and
lowered myself onto and into my wife.



   My arrow lucked out and found the mark on my first thrust.  With all the
lubrication present, I managed full penetration on that first thrust.  This
was my first "sloppy seconds," and I have to admit that it was exciting. 
Kathy was slippery as hell, and her insides were hot.  Well not burning
hot, but definitely warmer than if I had been the first to penetrate her. I
think that a lady must experience a temperature increase in her pussy after
she's had an orgasm.



   How long did I last?  Not long.  I think I probably went two strokes and
then had to stop and cool down.  A couple more, and stop again.  Finally
after a few more attempts to prolong, Kathy said something like, "Don't
hold back husband, let it go!" So I did.



   Interesting point, I don't remember Kathy ever referring to me as
"husband" on a regular basis before, but from that time on, whenever we
were having a sexual adventure with another person or persons, she would
always use "husband" when she spoke to me.  I guess I also took my queue
from Kathy and began using "wife" when I spoke to her under those
circumstances.  I'm sure that there is some deep psychological reason for
this behavior, but I'll leave that subject for the psychologists.



   I lay there, on my wife, letting my cock soak, and enjoying the after
glow, until it shrunk down and slipped out.  Kathy said, "OK husband, time
to let me get cleaned up." So I rolled off.  Kathy told Bill he should be a
dear and get us some tissues from the table, which Bill did, but had to
turn on the light to find them.



   As Kathy, holding a wad of tissues on her love nest, ran to the bathroom
she said, "Husband would you get a towel." My reply was, "What for?" Kathy
stopped, looked at me, and said, "If you don't get the towel husband, you
can lay on the wet spot." That's when I saw the wet spot...  and it was
big. I guess we all had some pretty explosive orgasms.  I got the towel.



   When Kathy came back, the three of us lay on the bed talking and playing
around a bit when one of us (Bill or I) said something about hair triggers,
and that we were sorry that we didn't last longer.  Kathy let us know in no
uncertain terms that the night wasn't over, and that after all the build
up, she definitely expected more than thirty seconds worth of, "Wham, Bam,
Thank you mamm."



   She told us we could catch our breath, but that we should get ready for
round two.  We laughed like a couple of embarrassed schoolboys and promised
a better showing on the next round.



   For the rest of the evening Kathy became more aggressive, acting just a
tad on the wanton side.  She wiggled all over us, played with us...  and
she became very verbal, telling us what she wanted us to do, and how she
wanted us to do it.  The lights were still on and the petting was becoming
hot and steamy.



   At some point Bill and I were lying on either side of the bed with Kathy
between us...  kneeling, sitting on her ankles and facing us.  She was
positioned down by our hips, and was playing with our fairly hard cocks,
one in each hand.



   Kathy gave an evil little giggle and said, "I wonder what the Reverend
Wilson would say if he could see this." The Reverend was the Chaplain of
the University, not that we were overly religious, but the observation did
seem to show that Kathy was becoming a little cavalier about social
conventions.  I guess it was an example of just how much she had gotten
into the evening's sex.



   All three of us gave a little chuckle.  After the chuckles subsided,
Kathy released my cock, moved into a better position, and leaned over and
started giving Bill a blowjob.  I suspect that Bill responded almost
immediately by getting a pretty solid hard-on.  I know I did, just watching
my wife working magic with her mouth.



   Bill was starting to get pretty worked up when Kathy popped Bill's cock
out of her mouth with a sound like pulling a lollipop out of your mouth
while you are still sucking hard.  Kathy told me later that she knew I was
watching closely, so she did the slurp on purpose for my benefit.  Kathy
was holding Bill's now-fully-ready cock in her hand and looking at me with
a smile that seemed to say, "Look what I can do."



   Kathy moved into position and carefully and deliberately swung her leg
over and straddled Bill.  She took his saliva-wetted cock and positioned it
directly under her pussy, and lowered herself down onto it.  I think that
between the saliva and the lubrication that was already present inside of
her, Bill probably slipped in all the way in on the first thrust.



   Now I have seen "X" rated movies, and the most boring part for me is the
close-up of some dick sliding in and out of a pussy, over and over.  Not so
with this display.  I was completely mesmerized.



   Maybe it was because it was happening in real time, or maybe it was just
because it was my wife.  Whatever it was, I just couldn't take my eyes away
from the sight of Bill's glistening cock sliding in and out of my wife.



   I can't say how long I watched, but at some point I heard Kathy laugh,
so I looked up at her.  She had her hands behind the nape of her neck and
was lifting her hair up on her head.  Bill had each of her breasts in his
hands and was fondling them.  Kathy smiled at me and said, "Enjoying the
show husband?" I guess I said something...  but I just don't remember what.



   Bill and Kathy continued their coupling, and I went back to watching. 
Kathy gradually began to lower herself down onto Bill, to get full body
contact.  This obstructed my view, so I got up and went to the bottom of
the bed and continued my voyeuristic perversion.



   How long did he last that time?  Can't say, but it was a respectable
amount of time.  Soon, however, Bill started showing signs of an impending
climax.  I don't think Kathy wanted him to orgasm just then, but he was
soon beyond the point where he could stop.



   After Bill did his thing, Kathy only let him soak for just the barest
length of time.  Soon she rolled off Bill, lay back and spread her legs. 
Looking at me she said, "Hurry husband."



   Again things were pretty messy between Kathy's legs, so there was no
problem entering her.  Kathy and I thrashed about and rolled on the bed,
and in general had some great sex.  It felt Kathy regain her passion, and
soon she experienced another successful orgasm.  Me, I was also able to
hold back for a respectable length of time, but not as long as Bill.  At
least that's what I think.



   The rest of the evening was very relaxed with Bill and me providing
Kathy with some affectionate sexual fondling, kissing and nice easy
conversation.  At one point the three of us were sitting naked and
cross-legged on the bed, talking quietly.



   It was probably then that I think it must have dawned on us that we were
at the beginning of a very close friendship.  It seemed that we felt that
we could trust each other with our most closely guarded secrets.  It was a
very warm and pleasant time.



   We were a little reluctant to end the evening, but it was obvious that
we would not be able to explain very well to the kids why it was that Mommy
and Daddy and Bill were sleeping together.  So with very reluctant, but
affectionate good-byes and promises that we would be doing this again very
soon, we sent Bill home.



   Kathy and I slept like logs, and the next day we couldn't help grinning
like fools every time we looked at one another.



   Oh yes, the relationship did develop into a very warm, affectionate and
long-lasting friendship.  And yes, Bill, Kathy and I did indeed do it
(there's that word "it" again) many more times.

   Hope you liked my story.  I enjoyed writing it almost as much as I
enjoyed living it.
   Ron