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This is about a journey.  The path we have followed has given us a
fulfilment I did not realise was there.  We remain married and committed to

each other, unreservedly.  I hope you enjoy a look through the window.

   Kerri and I enjoy a good marriage of 11 years.  Every year we had at
least one life changing decision to make and so far every decision had
worked out well.  In the ninth year, the question of sex thoughts and sex
fantasies was recurring.  To cut a very long story short, the week of these
discussions left me knowing my wife had agreed, to letting another man make
love to her with me there, a threesome.  There was a condition, I had to
know the man well enough to be comfortable with letting him into our lives.


   I had been thinking about the prospect after the provocation from my
wife.  I felt it was important the experience had to be enjoyable if we
were to ever do this again.  My choice of man was vitally important.

   Then serendipitously, I received an email the following week.  Greg, an
old friend from high school said he was coming to town on business and he
would love to say hello face to face.  We agreed for me to meet him for a
beer on Thursday at midday, as that would fit with his schedule, and he
would come over the evening on Friday as a wind down to the week.  The spa
would be on and we would have a great night, or so I planned.

   His email had a character in the bottom section of the page, a small mug
shot of him.  I showed Kerri and without her knowing who he was, said he
was a good looking guy.

   On Thursday, we caught up on what had been happening since we had seen
each other last and the good usual stuff.  I asked him about his
relationship and if his wife was happy.  Greg knew exactly what I meant. 
One of the joys of pubescent males is their love of their genitals.  High
Schools' main subject is testosterone.  Greg in particular, whilst slightly
retiring usually, had been very keen for every body to watch him changing
when were at the pool.  His cock was ginormous and he was very proud of it.
And then I asked him straight, after telling him a little of the build up,
would he join us after dinner for something extra.  I explained this was
our first time and Kerri was a bit mixed about it.  We would have to woo
her a little and he should go along with the flow.  We would be honest if
we needed to be.  Greg, an old friend, laughed, shook my hand and agreed.

   Friday.  I felt like I was about to go on stage in front of thousands.
But I also felt excited and that it could enrich the relationship with
Kerri.  This was about enjoyment.  But I was apprehensive.  This was
unchartered territory.  There was a risk it could leave a taint on our
marriage that would be ahrd top erase.  However, it could alos be something
that brought us closer together.

   Greg arrived looking perfect, clean, bright, with a kind smile and
flowers.  Charmer!  We had a lovely time talking leading up to dinner. 
After dinner and a few drinks I suggested we go for a spa.  Funny how it
seems afterwards, but we all dressed in swim suits and eased into the
bubbly warmth of the spa pool.

   After a time, I slid my hand onto Kerri's thigh and slowly rubbed more
deeply along her inner thigh.  Eventually I lifted the edge of her swimsuit
and ran a finger softly over the outer contours of her sex.  I grabbed
Greg's hand and placed it onto Kerri's other leg.  His fingers started a
walk of their own.  I rubbed Kerri harder but only tantalisingly so.

   My hand loosened her bikini top,letting her breasts fold out, like two
firm jellies from a mould.  She looked magnificent in the dim lighting,
mysterious and so wonderfully sexy.  With one hand still fighting Gregs
under the water as we caressed her sex through the bikini bottom, we both
began to softly fondle her breats, one each.  You could not be fairer than
that!  My hand gently stroke downward to the nipple which was now standing
up like a sprig on a pair of football boots.  Greg was more the masher, as
if he had not fondled a pair of breats in years and was enjoying the
experience once again.

   Kerri had tentatively placed her hand on my cock, softly like a
tentacle. I could see her other hand had found Greg under the water.  Her
eyes noticeably widened, her breath quickened and Greg too had started to
breath more deeply.  She suddenly got up.  I thought she had dropped her
bundle and had had enough.  She turned back to us, " See you in three".

   Greg and I were both a bit unbelieving of what was happening.  We barely
waited three minuites, got out of the spa and dried ourselves.  The house
was darkened but there was a light coming from our bedroom.  We edged our
way towards the light like moths.  In the bedroom, Kerri had pulled back
the covers of the bed, turned the lights down to a soft glow.  It was dim
but we were definitely able to see.  Some incense was burning, but only a
sensuous whiff, not over powering.  Kerri was now wrapped in her bath robe
and looked great.  Greg and I undressed slowly.  I wanted this to be an
event and I wanted the unfolding of Greg's penis to be part of the theatre.
As his swim suit fell to expose his manliness, Kerri let an audible gasp
and moved slightly on her feet.

   I held her and then placed her on the bed and quickly went between her
thighs.  She smelt great.  A lightly tongued the hairs over her sex without
touching skin.  And then deeper.  I tongued her with love.  In our
marriage, we had one thing very clear and happy for us, I loved to lick and
tongue her and she was a devotee, big time.  All the moves you learn in a
relationship.  It is like Space Invaders, the more you play it , the more
goes you get at the Jackpot.  Kerri was grinding now.  Greg had moved up
onto the bed and had his semi erect penis aimed at Kerri, a drop of pre
come trickling under the head.  Kerri cupped his balls with her hand as if
weighing them.  She started a slow massage and grabbed his shaft with her
other hand, smearing the pre come over the head with her thumb, slowly
rotating her thumb to draw the blood into his cock.  This was amazing. 
Here is my wife of 11 years, massaging and wanking the now erect dick of my
old friend.  It was amazing.  Kerri was soon wracked in a crunching,
lurching orgasm.

   After a very brief lull whilst the tingling sensation in her clitoris
could drop, I again, very gently and slowly began a slow dance over the
leaves to my wife's cunt.  Kerri now had Greg's fantastic cock, well as
much as she could fit, in her mouth and was tonguing his head.

   I kept my tonguing going, faster yet rhythmic and slowly, tantalisingly
slowly, inserting a wet finger and then two.  I could hear Greg groaning
and breathing in shortened breaths.  I could hear Kerri slurping and
groaning, sucking on Greg's weapon and enjoying her own invaders, as they
tapped at her senses and soon she lost it again, writhing and grinding on
the bed.  She smelt great, tasted magnificent, and looked stunning, her
legs parted like the wings of a seagull.

   I felt she now needed to be fucked.  I looked at Greg and motioned with
my eyes.  We pulled Kerri round so she was now in the middle of our
beautiful bed.  During this moving operation, Greg had manouvered his way
so he was now between Kerri's legs.  He pulled her thighs higher and
positioned himself exactly in front of my wife's cunt.  He touched her lips
with the head, rubbed it over the fleshly folds and then simply did not
stop as he slowly and gently entered Kerri.  In one move lasting many
moments, he was buried in her.  Kerri had started to emit a low growl
almost, her breathing resigned, she looked beautiful, and she looked like
she was loving it.  Greg was thrusting now evenly, with the rapidity of
windscreen wipers.  The low growl was still going, the breathing was
faster, the muscles in her legs were starting to tense.  Greg was enjoying
Kerri and Kerri sure was enjoying this.  I watched as Greg's massive cock,
slick from her cunt juices, easily slid in and out in and out to the hilt,
in and out.  It was fantastic.  Greg started to increase his breathing and
his work rate.  Kerri stopped the growl and started what sounds like a
snuffled laugh.  Hmm Hmmmm Hmmm and then whammy, Kerri started the old
writhing routine and Greg suddenly stopped at full thrust and grunted and
swore and then quickly pulled out but leaving the head of his penis buried,
and then slammed his cock home, in and out about ten times very quickly,
and then he withdrew.  His buttocks, having scrunched to full tightness as
he unloaded into Kerri, now relaxed.

   A thick glob of come oozed out onto the bed, leaving a slick trail to
the engorged and come flecked lips of Kerri's fucked cunt.  The smell was
ecstatic, come, sex, sex and come.  I jumped on her almost, enthralled by
the moment.  Her cunt was hot and very very wet from the load Greg had
fired into her belly.  My penis slipped in and out, sliding on a dream. 
Her come filled cunt felt magnificent, the smell was magnificent and my
wife was magnificent.  I would have liked to have claimed the record for
the longest fuck but I can tell you, this one was not going to be any where
near the top 200, unless they mean seconds.  With the sight in my head of
Greg's cock sliding in and out of Kerri, seeing her growling with pleasure,
smelling the come, I added my own seed to her now cluttered channel.

   If I had thought that was the end of the night, I would have been happy.
We had managed to grow in our relationship.  I was delighted.  But it did
not stop there.

   Greg turned out to be a bit of a dark horse, in more ways than just the
obvious.  He moved round to the base of the bed, his cock slightly drunk
with blood.  I thought he was going to fuck her again but he buried his
face in her cunt and began furiously tonguing her, spunk and all.  As his
fingers slid into Kerri, riding a wave of love juice, I thought I could not
believe it and yet it was fantastic.  I moved my cock closer to Keri's
face, she could take it if she wanted to.  I caressed her gently, looked
into her eyes and mouthed " I love you".  She oozed love back at me and
then closed her eyes as she rode the feelings she was having.  We had
discussed our previous lives to each other over the years.  Kerri had
always loved penises.  A thing of beauty.  She had had a particularly well
endowed boy friend for a short time, and though she never said it to me
because in the end it really doesn't matter to a relationship, she did
bring up big penises quite a lot.  Watching the TV, at the sports, at the
pool or beach, you know the observational comments.  It is obvious what had
caught her eye at the beach and I thought she just liked getting a tan!

   Kerri had soon tried her great sword swallowing trick using my penis as
the sword.  It felt great.  Greg was licking away, his fingers making
slurping noises every time he extracted them from her love hole.  I was
getting really horny again and Greg too had his flag back at full mast. 
Deftly he jumped up, cunt foam over his chin, a foamy halo to Kerri's
vaginal opening from the whipping up of leftover love cream, wiped his face
against his shoulder and almost rammed his pole home.

   The noises Kerri made that night get me hard any time I think of her
lying back, the lights low, the slight smell of incense, the dark heavy
smell of animal sex, the noises, slap, slap, slap, of thigh against thigh,
the back of the throat grunting, "nynnng nyunng, nyunng" with each
intrusion of this beautiful specimen.  And then the next orgasm, for both,
Greg a good two minutes after Kerri's last effort.  A tired weary effort,
but languid and content.

   Greg pulled out his fat cock and a string of come followed.  Shortly
thereafter, a larger glob as Kerri's muscles had one last contraction.  The
glob slipped down the brown corrugated highway and onto her buttocks, which
I had lifted to watched the stream.  And facilitate me entering her musky
hot slippery cunt.  I just setting about a sound fucking.  Kerri and I knew
each others routine.  We would say if we wanted something different.  Kerri
was looking great and I thought she had enjoyed the night.  She looked
happy but I had the last job to do.  I had watched all that had gone before
that night, it hung in the fore ground of my memory.  I had already come
too so I was happy in the thing that was now staring up at the ceiling may
be under some control, rather than the punch drunk cowboy of the previous
interlude.

   Kerri grunted as I entered her.  I pushed her legs flat, she could relax
and she could enjoy it more as she had better control of her muscles like
this.  That is if she had any strength left!  I started a rhythmic fucking.
Quick on the in, and slow on the out, trying my best to place some pressure
on Kerri's mound.  In and out, Greg watching from a chair, grinning and
mesmerised.  In and out, over and over and I think I had better stop being
boring and speed up.  I can hear Kerri whimpering again.  God I love this
woman.  "Hmm Hmmm Hmmmm.Nyuung Nyuung", and harder and harder and before I
know it, Kerri is exhaustingly flapping like an old rag doll, contentedly
coming.  She has had it.  I finish as she is lying there savouring the
moment, savouring the night, feeling the come running freely down her
perineum, to her arse hole and onto the sheets.  I slowly roll over to the
side and put my head up on my hand so I can gaze at Kerri's cunt.  It is
oozing come from four loads although Greg had cleaned up along the way. 
Fuck it looks great.  She looks great.  What a great night.

   Kerri said said she needed to sleep.  I ushered Greg back to the
kitchen. I heard the shower go as we left as Kerri made some attempt to
wash away the slimey love goo no doubt.

   Greg and I were both a little stunned.

   " Man I ain't never been in that place before.  I am so glad you asked
me.  I can't believe it you old bastard" stuttered Greg

   "I am glad I could mate, I am glad I could.  Kerri seemed to enjoy
herself, no holding back at all.  I suspect she was not as apprehensive as
I thought she would be.  Maybe it was seeing that cock of yours man.  It
always was a thing of beauty"

   After cleaning up ourselves, we settled into the living room and caught
up on what mutual friends were doing, but every couple of minutes he or I
would exclaim,

   " Man that was great!"

   As Greg went to go, I told him I wouild be in touch, but to be sure to
let us know when he was going to be back in town.