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 First MFM Leads to Lots of `Other Guy' Sex for His Wife

   I awoke the morning after our first threesome with my wife, me and my
friend (Mark)...  so full of love for Angie (my wife), and bursting with
pride and joy.

   Pride, because Mark had repeatedly told Angie how beautiful she is, and
told us that he had secretly wanted to fuck her since the first time he
laid eyes on her.  He said that actually doing it had been more than
fantastic.  He told her that whenever he was around her he always had a
hard-on by just looking at her.

   Joy, because my Angie had set aside all her inhibitions.  As an example,
she usually was quite critical of using four letter sex words, but batted
not an eye at Mark when he said he had always wanted to "fuck" her, only
saying softly "Now you have."

   Angie had been everything she had been before our marriage and even
more!!  I was hard as steel, and ready to spend the day at home showing
Angie how sexy and desirable she really was.  She never thought of herself
that way, had always thought her body had too many flaws.

   However, my plateau of wonderment was soon invaded.

   Angie awoke sharing none of my feelings.  She burst into a torrent of
tears.  That completely unnerved me.  I had never seen her cry before.  As
I tried to comfort her, she sobbed out that what we had done was wrong,
immoral, cheating on her vows...  and she would never feel right again. 
She said it only happened because she was tipsy.  She moaned, "What must
you think of me now.  Mark will never respect me again," and on and on.

   I reassured her that by me knowing and being there, it could hardly be
called cheating...  and I loved her more than ever because of what we had
done together.  I pointed out that it was no more immoral than the sex she
had had with the men she had sex with before we were married.

   By that point in or conversation I pretty much figured that the
threesome of the night before was going to be a one shot thing.  That would
have been OK, but not what I had hoped for.

   As she calmed down and was no longer crying, I began to tell her she
sure looked like she had been enjoying herself, and that she had several
climaxes with Mark.  I pointed out that it sure seemed like everything
worked for her.

   When I met her, she had been married and divorced, had had sex with a
few men before she married.  She told me that prior to having sex with me,
she had never had an orgasm with a man.

   I found out later she had had them by masturbation, but when she
actually had one with me, she found how much better they were than
self-induced orgasms.  She had one with me by oral stimulation of her clit
the first time we had sex.  Her first husband would only give her a minute
or two of that, and then make her suck him for long periods of time, until
her jaws ached.  So when I went after her until she came, she was ready to
come back for more!!

   I asked her if our threesome had been good for her.  She said it was OK.
"Just OK," I asked.  "It looked to me like you were having a fantastic
time."

   "Well then you should be happy," was her reply, "you got what you
wanted. Being with someone new is always exciting, just the newness of it,
but when you get accustomed to a person it actually gets better.  It
probably would help too if I hadn't been drunk."

   After a pause she went on, "Probably being alone with Mark would have
been nice.  It felt a bit strange to have you watching and being there, and
then Mark watching us.  But anyway, we've done it and...  well...."

   I sensed an opening there.  I told her to stay in bed, and I would fix
us some coffee before we get up.  Our boys were already up and watching TV,
and our daughter had not awakened yet, so we had a little time to spare
before we had to start the day.  I had already decided I was not working
that day.

   As we sipped our coffee and talked I asked, "If you could be alone with
Mark, and pretty much sober, would you like to do it again?"

   "Probably not," said Angie.  "Its nice to think about it, but.... 
Besides, Mark might not want to.  He was pretty drunk too.  But I'd think
about it." I thought that was a good sign.

   I gently reminded her what Mark had said the night before, while not
saying "fuck," to be sure she would not react badly to the word.

   "Mark said that?" she asked.  "I don't remember anything like that.  Are
you sure?"

   "Yes," I assured her, "I'm sure...  and I am just as sure he'd jump at a
chance to do it again." After a moment of thought Angie asked, "Would we be
alone?  Where...  some sleazy motel...naaa...  I don't think so."

   "You could be right here," I said, "it's already happened right in this
bed.  I know you always said `not at home,' but that's where we did it last
night.  I'd go out while he is here."

   A silence.  More sipping.  She lit a cigarette.  Again, silence.  A trip
to the bathroom.  She came out and slipped into bed beside me again.

   "Are you sure it would be OK with you...  alone?  You only talked about
threesomes.  What if it doesn't work.  I'm not sure.  I don't wanna be
drunk again...  and..." she trailed off, while sipping coffee, smoking,
thinking, and more silence.

   I wanted very much to press her for an answer.  Thank God for my sales
training - "make the pitch and shut up...  the first one that speaks,
loses."

   She broke the silence first.  "Yeah but what about the kids, if we're
here?"

   "Wait until they are asleep.  We didn't wake em last night," I
suggested, and then I shut up.  "Is there still more coffee?" she asked.

   When I returned with more coffee she took it and quietly whispered, "OK.
OK." The next day I had a drink with Mark after work.  I was a bit
surprised when he did not jump right on it when I told him Angie wanted to
do it again.

   As we talked, it became clear that he was worried that I might become
concerned over a continuation of his having sex with Angie, and injure the
friendship we have.  He was not willing to risk our friendship just to
fulfill a fantasy.  That was already done, and what was done was done,
but....

   Then I explained that it was not just Angie who wanted him to do it, but
me as well...  as much, if not more.  I told him I had been trying for
years to get her to have a threesome with another man, because I wanted to
watch her.  I let him know I had loved every second of our first threesome.


   I then told him that there was no one I would rather have with her than
him, and that if she liked it, and wanted to keep on with it, that he could
have her anytime he wanted, if it was ok with her.

   At that he asked if I was sure.  I told him I was Positive!

   He said, "OK.  She's a great fuck, and she sure knows how to suck cock.
I never felt anything like that before.  I don't know what she does,
but...."

   "Bubbles," I said, "feels like bubbles, huh...  millions of bubbles
right?"

   "Yeah, I guess bubbles is good.  So when do you want me to see her?"

   We set a date for the next Wednesday, five days away.  He was to come by
about 9:30 to be sure the kids were all asleep.  I also told him he would
be alone with her that night.  That brought a puzzled look.  I explained
that she wanted it that way, at least this time.  It had nothing to do with
me not wanting to be there.

   Angie Gets Shared a Second Time

   I told Angie about the date (but not about Mark's hesitation...  I was
afraid she would think that something about her might have caused it).  She
seemed to be pleased with the idea, and I was amazed that she displayed no
concerns or doubt as the days wore on toward Wednesday.  In fact she never
mentioned it until Wednesday morning, when she wanted to make sure Mark was
still coming, and seemed happy when I told her he had checked with me on
Tuesday to be sure everything was still a go.

   The day wore on, heavy with anticipation, at least for me.  Angie seemed
to breeze through the evening, showering early, fixing her hair, some light
makeup (just enough, as always), finally stepping out of our room a
vision...  in a new white lace blouse and her usual tight blue jeans.

   Her hair glistened in the light, framing her face in an auburn mist.  I
got an instant hard-on while looking at her, without even having to think
of what lay ahead.  She could do that to me.  I could fully understand Mark
getting a hard-on around her.

   We got the kids off to bed, and sat with a glass of wine, waiting for
Mark to arrive, deciding that after he arrived I would leave and go for a
drive.  Angie told me she would page me when he had left.

   It was a surreal moment.  Angie seemed completely relaxed and at ease...
not at all nervous.  I was awash in testosterone-induced feelings, deep
love for the beauty at my side, extreme horniness and anticipation, yet
careful not to do anything to possibly spoil my apparent calm.

   There was no reference at all to the coming events by either of us.  I
did think that I wished I had watched her dress so I would have known what
panties she had on.  I wished I knew what would greet Mark's eyes when her
jeans came off.  I knew she had no bra on.  The lace of her blouse let me
see that, yet it was opaque enough that she still looked, as she always put
it "decent."

   It had taken a lot of cajoling on my part to finally get her to go
braless at times.  Her tits are firm enough that they stand up just fine.
It was getting common for women to go braless, and some even ventured into
very transparent blouses.  I had tried to get Angie to follow the trend,
but she said, "It was not decent," and the best I could ever get her to go
was a blouse that would let a hint of her large dark nipples be glimpsed.
But only seldom would she go that far, and this night was not one of those
times.

   Mark arrived shortly after 9:30.  We sat talking for a few minutes... 
nothing hinting at what was coming.  I soon told them I'd see them later. I
gave Angie a quick peck goodbye, and left.

   I had no idea of where I was going, or what to do while I was going
there.  The first few minutes were not eventful, thought and feeling wise.
But soon I realized enough time had passed that they should be doing
something by then, and my mind began to race.  At first I hoping that
everything was going well, but I also realized that the whole night could
be a bust if it became awkward for them to move to sex without something to
trigger it like I had the first time.

   After about 45 minutes of aimless wandering and wondering, I cruised by
the house.  GOOD!!  Mark's car was still there, and the lights were out. 
It hit me solid then.  My wife was either getting fucked by my friend, or
was about to be.

   As I drove I was trying to picture just what was happening in our
darkened house, and had a raging hard-on.  I thought about stopping for
coffee or a drink, and discarded the idea...  first because of the tent in
my pants, and second because I was so bursting with sexual energy,
happiness, and pride in my wife that I was afraid I would tell anybody
close to me what was going on right then...  blurting out, "My best friend
is fucking my wife right now.  Isn't that wonderful." That did not seem to
be the smart thing to do.

   I had not the least reservation about what was happening...  no
jealousy, no fear, no butterflies.  Rather, I was charged up desire, and
near certainty that Angie would have a great time...  that Mark would give
her climax after climax, and that I would again get to eat her hot,
freshly-filled pussy, and feel the silky sexy way she felt when I entered
her after Mark had cum in her the first time.

   I learned right then that these emotions added to knowing another man
had just been inside her...  on top of her.  Knowing that she was willing
to give herself completely over to possession by another man, and then
still be there for me, and that all the while she was with Mark she was
aware I knew all about what she was doing.  Believe me, all those feelings
are a fantastic experience.

   In my mind I saw him on top of her, her legs locked in his knees as
before, his larger cock filling and stretching her as it had before,
leaving her to be loose around my smaller one.  But the silky feel of his
cum in her made up for it.

   I thought about him touching her deeper than I could, bottoming out
against her cervix, perhaps opening it up a bit with the head of his cock.
I wondered if a man could actually get inside a woman's cervix, and if it
would be a good feeling for her if he did.

   I pictured Angie between his legs, her mouth on his cock, sucking hard,
and her head bobbing up and down as she fucked him with her mouth.  I
thought about the incredible feeling of filling her mouth with cum,
something I loved to do, and had done a few times.

   I remembered that even though she spits it out, she will keep it in her
mouth long enough for you to completely finish and begin to go soft before
she will take your cock out of her mouth and go to spit out what you filled
her mouth with.  I did not spend much time thinking about Mark having her
on top or doggy-style, because Angie did not really like those positions.

   As I went through all the ways they could be doing it, I was overcome
with lust mixed with deep love for my wife, and gratitude that she was
giving me so much pleasure...  and broadening her own pleasures.

   By my third trip by the house it was after midnight, and Mark's car was
still there.  I was still charged up, but one can only maintain the
mountaintop feeling so long, and I thought, what if they have fallen
asleep? It could happen after they finished, especially if Angie snuggled
down and purred like she had the other night.

   Even though that was something I longed for her to do with me again, it
did not disturb me if she did it with Mark, because her sexual happiness
meant all the world to me.  I had not had sex with her since that first
night with Mark, on purpose, as I wanted her to be as ready as possible for
this night with him.

   I found a place to park for a while.  Then at a bit after 1 AM, I
received a page from Angie.

   I eagerly drove to the house and went inside to discover what had
happened.  Angie was sitting on the couch in her silk robe, sipping a glass
of wine.  "Boy...  that was quick," she said, "Mark just left.  Were you
waiting outside?"

   I told her I was parked nearby.  "How did it go," I asked, "Are you OK?"

   "Everything's fine," she said with a smile.  "You did do it then," I
said.

   She stood up and opened her robe, showing me her completely naked body
under it.  Her pussy hair was glistening wet and slightly matted.  The
inside of her thighs were slick and wet with their combined juices.  Since
she learned to orgasm, Angie always lubricated so much she would have it
running down her thighs, and that night she was wetter than usual.

   "What do you think?" she said, holding her robe wide open.  I replied,
"I think I need to take you to bed right now!!"

   "Not until I finish this wine and you fix the bed," she said.  I went to
our room and found the bed a complete mess.  The satin spread was on the
floor in a heap, the top sheet was on the floor on the other side, Angie's
clothes were partially showing out from under the bed, and the bottom sheet
was intact but had wet spots all over, up top, in the middle, at the foot,
even on one pillow case.  "WOW," was all I said.

   Angie's voice drifted in from the living room, "Change the sheets. 
"Nope," I replied, "I want you in these just like they are."

   "OK," came back from her, "but you can lay in the wet spots." Fat chance
of that I thought, the whole bed is a wet spot.  Damn, Mark must have
fucked her the whole time, over and over.  GREAT!

   I went back to the living room and pulled her off the couch, slid her
robe off, held her naked body in my arms, kissed her hard (tasting a salty
taste that I guessed to be Mark's cum on her tongue), felt her bush, and
slipped a finger into her.  She was sticky, slick, very stretched, and
loose.

   I whispered into her ear, "I think you had a good time of it from the
looks of the bed, and the feel of you." She said, "Honey, you know I don't
like to talk about things like that."

   "Oh come on.  I gotta know what it was like for you," I pleaded.  I led
her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed, moved between her legs, and
began to lick her clit.  Soon I was doing one of her favorite moves, the
butterfly flick, and I felt her begin to respond and whimper a bit with her
rising heat.

   I recognized the familiar taste of their mixed juices, a reward for me,
thanks to my wife being fucked by Mark.  Knowing his cock had just been
inside her was an incredible rush to me.

   I mumbled, while still butterflying her, "Come on tell me baby," hoping
that as she got more aroused I could pry some details out of her.

   "What do you want to know?"

   "Everything, every little bit."

   "Like what?"

   "How did you start?  Did you wait long before...."

   "No...  as soon as you left."

   "Did he undress you?"

   "Only my panties."

   As we talked I was licking, and finger-fucking her, and she was making
little cooing sounds between answers.  I was so hot I thought I'd cum
without even being touched.  For once I was glad she did not have my cock
in her hand.

   "Did he French you?" "Uh HUH !!"

   "Did you..." She didn't let me finish before she said...  "YES, I sucked
his cock!!"

   Oh fuck, she's getting comfortable with this quicker than I ever hoped
for!  Now it was my turn to groan.

   "You like that don't you?  You sucked it hard too?" She replied,
"YEESSS!"

   "Did he cum in your mouth?  He did...  didn't he?" "YEEEESSS, OhHHH
yeessssss!  FUUUUUUUUCK...  stick your tongue in me NOWWW !!" I did, and
she climaxed, harder than I could ever remember.

   When she recovered, she went on by herself.  "He fucked me, and I came
over and over.  OH FUCK I LOVE HIS COCK...  HIM FUCKING ME." I was still
tonguing her pussy.

   She began a long wail and bucked through another orgasm.  I pulled my
face away from her pussy, and she tugged me up her body.  "FUCK ME.  FUCK
ME.  FUCK ME," she implored.  I DID.  I only lasting a short time, because
I was so hot, and so amazed by her whole different persona.  She had never
asked to be fucked.  She actually acted like she hated the word, but there
she was begging me to "FUCK ME." WHEW!!

   Lucky for me she was so hot that even in the short time I lasted she
came again, wailing and bucking her hips, all the while moaning, "Fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me." As our mutual orgasm subsided, Angie snuggled down and
cuddled with me.  She did not jump out of bed as she usually did.  She lay
there.  I lit us both a smoke.

   "That was fantastic," I told her, "You are wonderful.  God I loved it. I
love you!  It must have been good with Mark."

   "It was," she said, "I can't believe how good it was." A second later
she added, "Don't worry, he's not you."

   Before the moment passed I was going to get as much as I could.  "How
many times?"

   "Times what?" "How many did you do it?" "I don't know...  5 or 6
maybe... not all one thing, but 5 or 6 of that."

   "What else?" "You know...  like you do me...  French." The moment was
slipping away.  No floodgate, just extreme passion that may never come
again.

   "Was that good too?" "UHH HUHH !"

   "He make you cum?" "UUU HHHUH!"

   I began to play with her clit with my finger, hoping to get her started
again.  Angie said, Uh, uh...  please honey, I 'm really sore, and if we do
any more, there will be no chance for Mark on Friday."

   "WHAT?" I said, "Mark is coming back Friday?" I was damn near in shock.
I could not believe my ears.  She was going to do it again...  had set it
up o her own...  and I didn't even have to ask!

   "It's OK, isn't it ?" "Sure.  It's better than OK.  Its wonderful."

   "Good.  I told him it would be alright when he asked."

   I thought about asking if I was to be included on Friday, but thought
better of it.  I had offered her `a few times alone' with him, and had no
idea at the time that the next would be so soon, and not even at my urging.
I decided to do like Angie had once said, "Play it by ear."

   Thus ended Angie's second time, leaving me so happy and excited about
future prospects that I could not believe my good fortune.

   The next morning there were no recriminations, no problems with what had
happened the night before.  Angie was her normal self, however she was a
bit concerned about how I felt.  She kept asking if everything was OK with
me.  I was a bit puzzled, and could not get her to tell me why she seemed
so worried about me.

   Finally with a bit of probing I discovered she was afraid I would be
upset about her claiming to love his cock.  She said she had fun, but was
afraid I would be hurt by her `loving' his cock.  That being in the morning
and not all turned-on, she would only hint at what she meant.  I assured
her that I had no problem with what she said, and if she loved having his
cock inside her, all the better...  of course at that point not ever
actually saying "cock." Go figure.  Oh well.

   Mark Did come on Friday night.  I left, and great things came out of
that night.



   Angie's Second `Other Sex Partner'

   This report is about Ben, the second man to be lucky enough to sample
Angie's exceptional sexuality.  Of course it goes without saying that I was
just as lucky as Ben, perhaps more so, because even more than fucking
Angie, I love to get ready to do that by watching her cum over and over
while being fucked by another guy as I watch.

   Ben had been a friend of ours for several years, and was working the
same place as Mark.  As Angie and I worked together, we often made sales
calls on Mark's business.  We saw them both often.  Angie knew Mark's wife,
and when Ben decided to get married, we were one of the first people to
meet his soon-to-be-wife.

   Unknown to Angie, I had shown Ben a few naked pictures of her a couple
of years before, just for the excitement of knowing whenever he looked at
Angie he knew what her uncovered sexy body looked like.  That was during
the time I was trying to meet her "requirements" in a man to be her first
"other sex partner."

   Because one of her stipulations was that it not be "any man we know, but
a "stranger," I never had thought about approaching Ben or Angie about him
being a lover for her.  That was about to change.  The change was made
possible by the fact that all of Angie's "stipulations" had gone by the
wayside when her first time and many subsequent encounters were with my
best friend Mark.  Now that Angie was firmly established as a wife who
loved to be fucked by other men, both with and without me, I began to think
about expanding her "stable."

   I had not really thought about Ben, but one Saturday he came by to tell
us about the brand new baby his wife had delivered that day.  After we had
congratulated him, he said how relieved he was that everything had gone
well.  We knew that his wife had a difficult time during the pregnancy, and
told him we were glad everything turned out well.

   Next Ben said that at last his "no sex" life would soon change, and went
on to say that because of his wife's trouble with the baby, he had not had
any sex for over 7 months, and now would only have to go without for a few
more weeks.  Even Angie seemed moved by his revelation, telling him that
was sad, and that it must have been hard on him.

   Always on the lookout for ways to get Angie into bed with another man,
and so far it had only been with Mark, my mind began to churn.  How could I
turn Ben into her next man?  I knew he would most likely like to, as he had
really loved her naked pictures.  Many times he had talked about how hot
and sexy Angie was, and had said she often gave him a hard-on when he saw
her because of having seen her naked pictures.

   It only took me a few seconds to formulate a plan.  I told Ben that that
was really tough, and that it was too bad our culture was not like some
others...  where a situation like that would be taken care of by some
friend's wife.  Then I mentioned that the Eskimos used to let any traveler
that visited them sleep with the host's wife while he was there, and that I
was sure that a situation like he had been in would have been taken care of
by a friend's wife.

   Angie said, "That's nice, but there are no Eskimos around." At that
point I told her, "It's too bad we aren't.  It would probably be fun for
both of you if we were." She told us to forget it.  She had no interest in
"being Eskimo." Ben caught on, and started kidding her about what a great
Eskimo she would make.

   Angie kept protesting, and even though we both teased her about it off
and on for a while as we had a couple of glasses of wine, Angie was still
saying no way...  but not really getting angry or upset...  just saying no.


   As the day wore on, and we all got hungry, we decided to go for dinner.
When Angie went to change, I told Ben that after we ate, he should play the
poker slots with Angie, and continue on working on her, as I would also.  I
knew that a couple more wines, and doing one of her favorite things (poker
slots), would lower her resistance, and by the time we were ready to go
home we would both straight out ask her to let us both take her to bed.

   We did.  Still no, but on the way home Angie finally said that we could
talk about it, but there were too many reasons not to, and she would make
us understand why she would not "go Eskimo."

   At home we sat at the dining table with Angie listing reasons she would
not let Ben and I fuck her together (of course never saying "fuck," as was
her habit, except in the middle of sex).  It could cause problems with our
friendship, what if somebody found out about it (like Ben's wife), it just
does not seem the right thing to do.  Sure it might be fun, but....

   Then she began to weaken in her argument, saying, "Besides I'd be
embarrassed to have Ben see my tiny boobs.  They are too small, and I don't
think Ben would like them." Ben then answered, "Oh no.  I think they are
just perfect, and I love your nipples."

   "WHAT?" said Angie, "just when did you see my nipples?" Then she turned
on me.  "DID YOU SHOW HIM OUR ALBUM?  When?  Why?" she sputtered.  I
replied, "Honey, I only showed him a couple about two years ago.  I'm very
proud of you, and just wanted him to see how sexy you are."

   Angie sat glaring, first at me, then Ben.  Then she said, "Well at least
I don't have to worry about being embarrassed about my boobs.  Ben, do you
want to see ALL of my pictures?  That way I'll know if you really do find
me attractive." When Ben said yes, Angie told me to get the album, and got
up to fix herself a strong CC and 7.

   That was a big step for her.  Mark had not even seen the pictures... 
yet.

   I got the album, and the three of us sat and looked through all the
pictures of Angie, most naked, with Ben telling her over and over how
beautiful and sexy she was, and with both of us telling her constantly how
much we all would enjoy it if she would let us both take her to bed. 
Needless to say I was sporting a raging hard-on, as I am sure Ben was too.

   Finally, as Angie refreshed her drink and sat back down and we asked
still again about having a threesome with us, she said rather sharply, "Can
you wait until I finish my drink?"

   She downed the last of her drink and started down the hall to the
bedroom.  Ben and I got up to follow.  She said, "Stay there!  I can
undress myself." Ben looked at me with a questioning look.  I was pretty
sure Angie had just said yes...  but?

   In a few seconds I saw Angie run across the hall, stark naked, to the
bathroom.  In a minute she went back, saying, "Are you coming"...  again a
bit sharply.  Ben and I started down the hall, beginning to undress as we
went, still somewhat concerned about her apparent irritation with what was
happening.

   Little did I know then that the night would be far and away the hottest
and most aroused I would ever see Angie.  Later I understood why.  Her
fantasy, that she had revealed to me that got the entire sharing of her
underway, had involved two men FORCING her to have sex with them both (not
rape), just being forced to submit to two men at once.  While Ben and I had
not forced her, we had talked and somewhat coerced her to let us both fuck
her, and that was enough to really light her fire!!

   When we got to the bedroom Angie was in bed, right in the center, under
the covers, flat on her tummy.  Ben and I got onto bed on each side of her
and began to run our hands over her back, legs and her smooth butt.  That
was fun, but it was not getting us very far.  Of course we both had raging
hard-ons that I know she felt poking her.

   I finally told Angie it would be nice if she turned over.  She flipped
over, acting a bit put out, but that allowed us access to her wonderful
tits and her neatly trimmed pussy.  Almost immediately we felt Angie open
her legs and rock her pelvis up to meet our fingers, both of us having
reached for her pussy at once.

   Ben pulled the covers off, exposing Angie to our eyes and hands.  As I
moved my hand to give Ben access to her pussy, Angie did something I had
never seen her do before.  She spread her legs quite a bit, and with both
hands reached down and spread her pussy lips to invite Ben to play with her
clit and to sink a finger inside her.

   Angie may have been acting a bit put out, but her engorged, diamond hard
nipples and gushing pussy gave away how hot and ready she really was!  Then
Angie began to kiss Ben, very hard and with her tongue down his throat. 
When he returned the favor she sucked his tongue into her mouth and really
sucked on it.

   Soon she broke her kiss with Ben and turned her head.  She did the same
thing to me!  Angie normally is not into kissing very much, but that night
she was like I had never seen her.  I loved it, as did Ben, as she went
back and forth between us, kissing wildly and sucking on our tongues like a
wild woman.

   By then Ben was finger-fucking her with two fingers.  She had grabbed
his rock hard cock, and was jacking him off at blinding speed.  His cock
was quite a bit bigger than mine, and her hand could not close around it.

   At that point she was completely engrossed in kissing Ben.  So I dropped
my mouth to her nipple, and began to bite and stretch it in the way I knew
she loved.  Angie pushed her chest up against my mouth and groaned,
"Harder...  bite me!!  Harder, harder!" She went back to kissing Ben for a
little bit, then pulled his head to her other tit and said, "Bite me... 
hard.  OHHHHH YES!!!"

   As Ben and I both clamped our teeth on Angie's nipples, biting them very
hard (at least I was), we stretched her tits out to extreme limits (which
Angie loves to have done to her).  Sometimes between Mark and I, or just
me, we would be so rough with her tits that it seemed like torture to see,
but Angie always begged for more...  many times.  The next day her nipples
would be so sore that even the flimsiest top would cause her discomfort,
but if we told her we were sorry to have left her sore, she would say, "
It's ok.  Last night was worth it."

   I know its strange, but hearing her say that always gave me a hard-on.
But then, Angie could give me a hard-on with just about anything she did! I
think she did that for a lot of men, probably a lot who never got to fuck
her.

   Ben continued to fuck her with his fingers.  Angie maneuvered Ben around
to allow her to get his cock even with her face, sticking her tongue out
and licking the big (almost purple) head of it.  She alternated between
licking and kissing his cock, at times popping the whole head into her
mouth.

   While doing all that, Angie was still pushing her tits up against our
lips and teeth, making sure we did not let up on our efforts to bite her
nipples all but off!  Her hips were bucking up and down, keeping up with
Ben's finger-fucking, while making guttural moans when her mouth was not
full of Ben's cock head.

   I was overwhelmed and thrilled by her intensity.  I had never seen her
quite that, sexually unrestrained.  At the time I did not understand why,
but I didn't care.  I was just happy about it!

   Angie then took the entire length of Ben's cock into her mouth and began
sucking...  HARD, slurping loudly every time she slid it in and out of her
mouth.  Ben began matching her movements, fucking her mouth wildly,
speeding up his finger-fucking of her pussy.

   Angie stiffened, raised her butt off the bed, bouncing even harder into
Ben's fingers.  She turned her head, letting Ben's cock slip out, and began
a long loud wail as she had a monster climax, lasting longer than any I had
ever seen her have.

   As her climax subsided, Angie fell back panting on the bed.  She pushed
on Ben's arm to get him to move down her body, moaning, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME
BEN!  AS Ben moved to between her legs, Angie opened them wide and bent
them back, almost to her shoulder, inviting him to fill her with his cock.

   I had stopped sucking and biting her nipples while I watched her cum,
and as Ben raised up over her, and in one solid thrust put his considerable
cock fully into her soaking went pussy, I started to put my mouth on her
nipple again.  She grabbed me on the way down and began to wildly kiss me
again, pulling my tongue so deep into her mouth I thought she might tear it
out!

   That was a supreme thrill for me because I loved to French kiss her, but
she seldom welcomed it.  As Angie and I sparred with our tongues, Ben began
to fuck her with long powerful rapid strokes, the way I knew she liked.  I
was happy that Ben fucked that way!

   Angie then solved a dilemma for me.  As she was kissing me with more
passion than I could ever remember, she was also wildly jacking me off with
one hand, and her other was on Ben's ass, urging him on faster and deeper.

   I was thinking that I would love it if she was sucking my cock as
intensely as my tongue, and knew she probably would if I offered it to her.
But I was enjoying her kisses so much that I did not make any move toward
bringing my cock up to her mouth.  She solved that question for me by
pulling me, by my cock, up to her mouth, and trading it for my tongue.

   I was in heaven!  Not only could I watch Angie with a man on top of her,
his cock pounding in and out, her sexy legs wrapped around him, her toes
pointed to the sky in rising sexual tension...  but she was sucking on my
cock, doing a fantastic job of treating me to her "bubbles" while she
sucked.

   I have never figured out what she does to create that effect, but every
man who ever had his cock in her mouth has marveled at it.  Angie's
marvelous mouth and tongue work on my cock, and the delight I got by
watching her and Ben fuck, and my pulling and twisting her nipples, were
rapidly edging me toward cuming in her delightful mouth.

   Then Angie began to buck even harder against Ben, grinding her clit
against his pubic bone.  She was CUMMING!  Angie began throwing her head
side-to-side, losing my cock.  She was panting, moaning, then wailing... 
"OOOOOOHH yes.  YES.  YES.  YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!" Then she let out a sound
like a siren as she came .

   Fuck...  I loved seeing that.  Then I heard Ben grunt and slam hard and
deep into her cunt, and stop thrusting, as he unloaded a torrent of cum
deep inside my Angie.  Her legs were wrapped tight around him, holding them
locked together as she felt him gush within her.

   Ben had stopped pumping.  He and Angie lay, still entwined, but relaxed
and panting.  Ben gently kissed her, but Angie was not going for gentle. 
She opened her mouth wide to his kiss, enticing Ben to begin fencing with
her tongue.  As Angie held his head with both hands, they madly kissed.

   I loved seeing that, mostly because (as I said before), Angie was not
usually into a lot of kissing.  Doing so then told me just hot fucking hot
she was!  I was back to sucking her nipples...  a bit gentler then, but
still stretching and nipping them a bit.

   When Ben moved to pull his deflating cock out, I watched intently.  I
love to see a cock pulled out of Angie's sweet, juicy pussy...  to see it
covered with her copious pussy juice, with sticky strings of his cum
sticking to it.  As Ben rolled off and laid down next to Angie, she nudged
me, her silent way of telling me she wanted her pussy eaten.  I had planned
on doing it anyway.  I knew how much we both loved doing that right after
Mark had fucked her.  That night would be no different.

   But it would be different that time.  What was different was that her
silky bush, and her pussy lips had a white foam flecking her bush and
sticking to the lips.  I knew it was Ben's cum, somehow whipped into foam
by his pumping.

   I hesitated a second before starting a butterfly flick over her clit.  I
had always done that after Mark had fucked her, without a second's thought
about her being full of his cum...  even tongue-fucking her as deep as I
could, but I had never actually SEEN his cum, and thus did not think about
it even being there.

   I was so hot that it took no time to know I was happy to eat her pussy,
cum and all.  Making Angie cum again was lot more important to all of us
than a little cum in my mouth!

   Since that night when my Angie "went Eskimo," Ben has visited us a
number of times...  even after he and his wife resumed having sex.  Between
he and Mark, Angie has gotten a lot more sex than she used to, and makes it
clear she loves it now.  She loves threesome sex and one-on-one sex with
both guys regularly.