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   One for the Husband (MFM, exhib.  voy)

   As you might know I have an on-going debate about the stories where
husbands offer their wives to other men.  Of course, some exciting stories
can come from this, but as a girl, I don't like the idea that it is my
husband who wants me to do it with somebody else.  A lot of guys, however
seem to want this!  I really can't understand it, but I guess I must accept
it as a fact.  I know Poul (my husband, to new readers) has the same
fantasies, and I have been toying with the idea of letting him experience
it.  But I am not quite there yet.  Instead, I have been trying to think
about what it might be like.

   In the meantime, I have dug out an old story I wrote quite some time
ago. It came about because I had had exactly one of these discussions with
Poul.  He wanted me to wear some very sexy, see-through clothes, to a
dinner engagement with some business contacts.  I don't mind dressing up
like that, but this time I had the distinct feeling that Poul was asking me
to do it as a favour to these guys.  I ended up doing it, feeling very
exposed, but unfortunately, in spite of all my arguments against it, it
also got me very excited.  Shortly after, I wrote this story as an
experiment, to test what I would feel like in such a situation.

   (You know, if you just think or dream about a situation, the mind shuts
off, or redirects thoughts, if it leads into an unacceptable area, and you
never get a chance to test out your feelings.  When you write, you have
much more control over the thought processes, and can force them in a
certain direction).

   In this case, I was imagining that Poul had actually agreed with one of
the guys, that he could have me for the evening, as long as Poul could come
along to watch.  The guy, Henry, who was here on a business trip, was, I
recalled, one of the better-looking guys from the dinner.  ---------------
Apparently the guys had been discussing me after we left.  At least, it
became obvious to Poul when he met the guys the next day.  Especially one
guy, Henry, who kept referring to me at every opportunity.  At one time he
had even pulled Poul aside and asked about me, if I always dressed like
that when I went out, if I didn't mind the guys watching me etc.  Poul
couldn't very well admit that he had just asked me to do it for their sake,
so he just said that I liked to tease the guys, and that I did that all the
time.

   In the evening they had gone for a swim and a sauna.  Henry had as usual
referred to me as he was sitting in the sauna.  He had been dangling, what
Poul called a "monster cock," and asked Poul if he thought I would like one
of that size.  Now Poul is not particularly small, but apparently Henry was
very well hung!  At that point, Poul started to get excited by that
thought, and played along with Henry, telling him I loved big cocks.  I
don't know how the conversation continued after that, but when Poul came
home he said he had promised me to Henry for an evening.  Poul was quite
drunk, so I didn't take it seriously, but the next morning he continued,
and wanted to know if there was any possibility I would go along with it.

   I wouldn't give him an answer.  I just kept telling him I didn't believe
any of it!  But I spent the whole morning in a trance-like state, imagining
what it would be like.  I wouldn't mind going to bed with a guy who wanted
me that much; it was the idea that I was doing it for Poul that worried me.

   We continued discussing it the same evening.  Henry was Australian and
not likely to ever get back here, so there wouldn't be any difficulties
about seeing him later.  Also I think I rather fancied him.  He seemed very
free about sex, which I quite like.  But what made me decide to go ahead,
was the fact that it seemed to have got Poul into such a state.  He was
practically begging me to do it.  He said he wanted to be there to watch,
and in that way it didn't feel so much to me, like being given away, so I
finally agreed.  Henry was leaving in a few days, so we agreed it should be
the coming Sunday evening.  We didn't sleep much after -that decision, as
we were both very excited by the idea.

   Saturday arrived.  Henry's hotel was about 45 minutes drive from us.  It
was a nice hotel, which also had a superb discotheque in the basement.  He
had suggested we should meet there have a drink and then go into town to a
nice restaurant, then spend some time at the discotheque, and later go back
to his hotel suite.  He had had no problems with the stipulation that Poul
wanted to watch; he only had one himself, that I should wear very sexy and
easily accessible clothing, as he wanted to get really turned-on during the
evening.  As he said, "The more excited, the larger the cock." As I
certainly like them as big as possible, and as I like sexy clothes, that
was fine with me.

   Let me describe my dress in more detail.  I had it especially made for a
costume party, where I was going as an Arabian princess.  However, it is
perfectly suitable as an evening dress as well - it is just a bit
revealing. It really only consists of two long pieces of very dark green
material, with one panel over each shoulder, from front to back, almost
reaching to the floor.  There is plenty of material, so you can close the
two pieces together at the front and back.  A large waistband then holds
the pieces together, but apart from the waistband reaching from just below
the belly to just under the breasts, the two pieces can separate, and as
such make me very "accessible".  At the costume party I wore a body
stocking under it, but as that would kind of defeat the purpose now, the
only thing I put on under it this time, was a G-string and a silk top with
thin straps.  The material was of a transparent kind at the shoulders, and
turned less transparent as it got further down, so without the top it would
have been very revealing.

   Dressed like that we took off in our own car.  We were both very
excited, so much so that the G-string couldn't hold in my juices, which
were seeping down my legs as we drove off.  Fortunately it was also very
easy to wipe it off, as the dress could split all the way up to the belly
button, if you just separated enough of the cloth panels.

   We asked for Henry at reception and finally he came down.  My heart
jumped a beat.  He was better looking than I remembered from the other
evening.  Quite a bit older than I had thought, but I don't mind the guys
being a bit older - they have more experience!  I couldn't help looking
down to see if I could see his cock.

   He gave me a hug and I could already feel his cock against my stomach. I
wanted more than a hug, so I gave him a big kiss, just as if we had known
each other for a long time.  He tasted nice as well.  He and Poul greeted
each other like old friends, and it looked as though they both accepted the
situation.

   We went in to the bar and sat in a quiet place, me on a couch next to
Henry, with Poul opposite, from where he could study me.  I was very
conscious of being watched by two very hungry guys.  I just couldn't help
it, I had to spread my legs, let the material separate, and let him watch
as it fell away to reveal a good length of inner thigh.  Unfortunately Poul
couldn't see that from the other side of the table, but he knew very well
what I was doing.  He knows me - and he could certainly see it on Henry's
face and the direction of his gaze.

   Henry leant over and whispered, "What are you wearing underneath?  "

   I spread my legs a bit more and helped a bit with my hands, until it
split completely and he could see my golden G-string, which by now had dug
itself so far up, that my newly shaved pussy was very visible.

   "Very nice" he said with a horse voice.  "Very good choice of dress".

   "What are *you* wearing underneath?" I had to ask.

   "Nothing," he said, "I wanted to make sure you could see what you had
coming to you," I reached over and gave it a small stroke, and it
immediately jerked and pressed harder against his trousers.  I wanted to
wrap my hands around it, but he stopped me.

   "Not yet - I have to be able to walk out of here".

   The waiter arrived with our drinks.  I wanted to close my dress around
me again, but Henry held on to my hand in his lap, so all I could do was
close my legs, and try with the other hand, but on one side, the dress was
still open from above my pussy.  I looked away from the waiter.  I didn't
want him to see that I knew he was watching.  But I knew he was from the
way he spent a lot of time fussing with the drinks on our side of the
table. Poul said later, the waiter's eyes were on me all the time he was at
the table.

   Anyway that set the mood for the night.  This was going to be a really
naughty evening and a very long and hot night.

   We got a taxi into town, as neither of us wanted to drink and drive.  We
all piled in the back, me in the middle, having some trouble keeping the
dress together.  The taxi driver carefully studied me as we got in.  He
probably thought I was some call girl two guys had got hold of.

   We drove a bit in silence, but when we hit the freeway, Henry leant over
and whispered, "I don't want you to wear anything under that dress!"

   "What?" I said.

   He repeated it, as if I hadn't heard it.  "I love your tits.  Now I want
to see as much of them as possible.  Also I want you to remove the G-
string - I want to know there is nothing between us."

   "That dress is VERY see-through without the top - you can see as much as
you like later," I suggested.  Yes, I like to show my tits, but showing
them that much in a restaurant just seemed too much.  Maybe later in the
disco.  But, he wouldn't let it go.

   "Jennifer," he said, "you want it as big as possible, don't you?  The
more excited I get during the evening, the bigger it will be later."

   Poul leant over and whispered in my ear, "Do it - I want you to do it as
well!"

   Well, I guessed as much.  "OK then," I said.  "I'll change out of it
when we get to the restaurant."

   "No, I want you to do it now!" Henry said.

   "Here in the Taxi?  You must be kidding.  I'd have to get the dress
almost completely off to get the top off."

   "Yes," he just said.

   I didn't know what to do.  In a way I really wanted to do it, but it was
just so decadent.  Even though we were going fast down the motorway, with
not much chance of other people looking in, there was still the question of
the driver.  I looked at his rear view mirror.  As long as I could see his
eyes, I guessed he was also only able to see my head in the mirror.  I put
my hand on Henry's lap and felt his rather hard and wonderfully large cock.
That got me more excited.  I thought of the idea of sitting completely
naked in the back of a taxi, and shuddered.  Frightening - but also
exciting.

   "OK," I said as I slid a bit further down in the seat to get out of the
view of the taxi driver.  I started to untie the waistband.  Henry moved a
bit further away so he could really see properly.  As the waistband came
loose, the dress slid all the way apart from the crotch to my throat.  I
slipped both parts off my shoulders and now I only had on the top, and the
G- string.  My heart was beating hard.  I hesitated a bit and then I pulled
the top over my head, completely baring chest and breasts.  I wanted to put
the dress over my shoulders quickly, to cover myself up again, but Henry
stopped me.

   "Now the G-string."

   God - he really wanted me to sit here completely naked!  I looked up at
the driver's mirror and realised I couldn't see his eyes any more.  He must
have moved the mirror so he could look at me.  I didn't really care any
more.  As a matter of fact, I wanted him to look.  All three guys were
looking at my little performance.  I leant back and rested my head on the
headrest, and lifting my bum off the seat, I pulled down the G-String.  I
lifted up my legs to slip it over my knees, and as I was moving it down
towards my feet, I saw the driver adjust the mirror so he now could look
further down.  After having slipped it over my feet, I spread my legs as
far apart as I could, so they touched both Henry's and Poul's knees.  I
just hoped the driver could concentrate on the traffic!  It wouldn't be
long before we would reach the populated and lit up areas.  I leant over
towards Henry and grabbed his cock through his trousers.  It was now very
hard and straining against his trousers.  He moaned.  I tried to undo his
zip, but he moved my hands away, and just placed them on the outside of his
trousers.  I was just so horny - I just couldn't stop there.

   I begged, "Please Henry, touch me, play with me - I can't cope with
this."

   He wasn't difficult to persuade.  He slowly ran his hand up the inside
of my thighs until I felt his fingers on my naked pussy.  I arched back in
the seat, trying to push myself harder into his fingers.  He was slowly
circling my clit without touching it, spreading my juice all over the
shaved area, until it felt all cold.  I shivered again and thought of the
driver.  We had reached the end of the motorway where the strong lights
were on, and we couldn't hide in the dark any longer.  The overhead lights
blinked and the lights shone through the sunroof and lit up my whole body.
We stopped at a traffic light, and cars pulled up on either side of us. 
Henry stopped and looked at me, seeing if I wanted to cover myself up - but
now I didn't want him to stop.  I grabbed his hand and yanked it back,
rubbing harder just where I wanted it.  Just before the lights changed, the
driver turned around and looked at me.  I closed my eyes and trust my tits
further up in the air, as if I were about to come.  Poul grabbed a hard
nipple and rolled it between his fingers.  That brought me even closer and
as the car gathered speed, I started to orgasm.  I tried not to, but I
couldn't help giving a little scream just as I hit the summit.  A couple of
hard spasms and it was over.  I fell back completely spent.  I looked out
of the window, and saw we were approaching our destination.  I sat up,
gathered my clothes around me, and put on the waistband again, trying to
look decent before we had to get out.  Finally we were there.  I had
nowhere to put my top and G-string, as my handbag was too small so I threw
them to the driver on the way out.  He looked back at me with flushed
cheeks.

   "Thank you, Lady", he said, "I'll consider that my payment - any time
you want to drive with me, it'll be for free."

   Not a bad offer.  I got out, decently this time, but very much aware of
the transparency of my dress.  However, it was dark and there were only a
few people around, so we safely reached the comfort and the relative
darkness of the restaurant.  It was a very expensive restaurant.  It was in
the basement cloisters under an old monastery.  Fortunately it was lit only
by candlelight, so apart from the waiter leading us to our table, I don't
think anybody noticed how clearly you could see my tits through the
material.  All the tables were between the columns, so there was relatively
good privacy at the tables.  Again I sat with Henry on a bench-like chair
at the back, while Poul sat on a chair facing us, but with the table
between us and his back to the pathway leading past our table.

   It had the spirit of a medieval dungeon, with swords and axes on the
whitewashed walls, where the shadows from the hundreds of candles danced in
the slight draught.  I looked at Henry and he grabbed my hand squeezing it,
as if giving me an acknowledgement of my willingness to succumb to his
wishes in the taxi.  I kicked off my shoes and put my foot in Poul's
crotch. I knew he wore no underwear either, he rarely does, and I could
feel his semi hard cock through his trousers.  I could also feel wetness
all the way through.

   The waitress came for our orders.  Fortunately it was a waitress.  That
meant I could relax a little, though I saw both Henry and Poul looking
appreciatively at her beautiful body and very youthful appearance.

   "Hey, you guys.  Concentrate on one thing at the time, eh."

   Henry looked at me again.  "All right", he said, "what do you want to
do?"

   What did I want to do?  Well, there was only one thing, which had been
on my mind all evening.  That was to see and touch his cock.  I told him
so. He said he didn't think it was a very good idea.  He said it was so big
that he might not be able to hide it behind the table, and once it was out
he wouldn't be able to get it in again.  I told him that was what I wanted
and started to unzip his trousers.  This time he didn't stop me.  He just
moaned slightly as I got my hand inside.  I could feel it growing in my
hand.  If I had to get it out, it would have to be now, before it got so
big I couldn't get it though the fly opening.  I had to lean over and use
the other hand as well.  Finally I saw it, and it really was huge.  I
couldn't keep my eyes off it.  Fortunately the bench was very low, as if it
had been a normal chair, it would have reached above the table.  I started
to stroke it a bit, and it got even bigger.  Not so much longer, but
thicker.  I tried to put a hand round it, but my fingers only reached about
two thirds of the way around it.  My mind was reeling by the thought of
that thing inside me.  I wondered if I could even take it.  I was getting
carried away as the waitress came back.  Henry straightened up trying to
tuck it under the table, but the tablecloth was in the way.  As she came
around to our side with the drinks she looked down.  There was an audible
gasp from her.  However she kept her composure, didn't say a word, just
hurried up, but she couldn't help taking another look as she moved away,
her cheeks flushed red.

   "Jennifer, we are going to get thrown out of here," Henry said.  "As
much as I am enjoying this, we have to stop."

   "OK," I said with no such intention, pretending to drop my napkin.  I
bent down over his lap trying to reach the napkin.  I kissed the head and
put my mouth over it.  I had to see how far down the throat I could get it,
but I wasn't in a good position.  I thought I was good at taking cocks in
mouth without gagging, and I can usually take it all the way down, but this
was impossible.  I just couldn't get more than a couple of inches into my
mouth without gagging.  I had to give up.  I couldn't sit like that all the
time.  The thought of that thing entering my pussy was frightening.  I took
the napkin and put it over his cock.

   "Right," Henry said.  "Now you have tried that.  Let's relax and think
about something else."

   I don't know how he managed - I certainly couldn't think about anything
else.  But he and Poul started talking about business, and slowly I could
see the napkin moving down.  Finally Henry moved the napkin, grabbed his
cock and put it back in his trousers.  Shortly after the waitress returned,
but this time she stayed on the other side and didn't even look.  What
remarkable self-control, I thought.

   For the rest of the splendid dinner, I also displayed remarkable
self-control.  Nobody looked at me, and I had nowhere to look.  Finally we
left, and I even resisted the temptation to let the dress slip open on the
way up the stairs.  After the last taxi drive, this one was positively
anticlimactic.  Nothing happened.  I think Henry was teasing me.  He almost
ignored me.  Left me to my own dreams of his cock, and what the night had
in store for me.

   "Do you feel like dancing," Henry asked.

   We were back in the real world.

   "Do you want me to dance?" I asked him, hoping he didn't, as I couldn't
wait to get to his room.

   "I would love to watch you dance, I would love to show you off to all
the other people in the discotheque, but," he said", "I don't know what I'd
do with myself, if I had to watch you in a disco."

   "I know what you'd do," I said.  I think we all knew.

   So we went to his room.  It was a large suite with a great view over the
ocean.  Poul got us drinks from the mini-bar, and I was enjoying the view
with Henry.  We sipped the drinks standing up.  Finally Henry turned around
and looked at me.

   "I don't think it will get any bigger, no matter how much more excited I
get", he said.  He turned the nearby table-lamp on me.  "Now, I want to see
you properly, not half hidden in a dark taxi.  Show us the real Jennifer."

   I could feel my nipples rise, and I looked down to see them straining
against the material.  His cock was moving in his trousers again.  I undid
the waistband for the second time that evening, and like last time, the
dress parted as soon as I dropped the waistband on the floor.  Henry looked
down, this time very clearly able to see my completely shaven pussy.  A
small movement of my shoulders was all it took to shake the dress off my
shoulders.  I was standing completely naked in front of both guys, and God
only knows how many other people looking in from outside, could see me
through the window, in the strong light from the lamp.

   "Your turn," I said.  Poul moved up right behind me so I could feel his
cock growing in his trousers against my back.  I rubbed my backside against
it.  It made me feel good that this was also exciting him, and that I
didn't have to feel guilty.  He was breathing heavily as he ran his fingers
ever so lightly all over my front, without touching anything vital.  I was
shuddering.

   Henry unbuttoned his shirt first.  Good tan, and good build, moderate
hair and only the slightest trace of excess fat, which still couldn't hide
the tight stomach muscles.  Then the trousers came off.  As soon as they
dropped free of his cock, it jumped up and before he could removed them
completely, it was fully hard with an upward curve.  The skin had been cut,
and the head was like a mushroom.  The shaft was long, not too fat, but the
head looked like an arrowhead.  That was why I hadn't been able to take it
in my mouth in the restaurant.  Never had I seen anything like it.  I had
to hold it, to kiss it, to suck it.  I moved away from Poul and lowered
myself onto my shaky knees in front of Henry.  I grabbed his balls.  He
moved his legs further apart so I could easily cup my hands around them.  I
squeezed lightly and his cock seemed to grow even harder, then it turned
dark blue, with drops of pre-cum oozing out of it.  I licked it, and
squeezed more out.  I spread it around the whole, incredibly big head,
squeezing again and kissing it.  I grabbed it with two hands, one on top of
the other.  I couldn't cover it lengthways with my two hands.  I pulled the
skin back as tightly as I could, and ran my tongue around the ring.  Henry
moaned and grabbed my hair.  He put it in my mouth.  I took a deep breath
and tried to concentrate on not gagging, the way I had learned.  Slowly I
moved it further back in my mouth.  I relaxed all the muscles in my mouth,
and pushed, coming back for air, concentrating on relaxing, then going a
bit deeper the next time.  Back for air, relaxing and further in and
further in.  I was halfway down the shaft, and Henry was pushing my head
further in.  Two thirds in I had to stop.  I slowly slid it out again,
gasping for air, then back in, then back out, back in, back out.  It worked
- I actually could do it!  Henry was shaking, I thought he was about to
come, so I stopped, but he wasn't.  I asked him what was wrong, and he said
it was just the sensation being so strong.  Nobody had ever been able to do
that to him like that before.  I took that as great praise, but now I
wanted him for real.  I knew how big it was; I needed it in my pussy - not
my mouth.

   I took Poul's hand and led him over to the sofa.  Henry followed us.  I
sat Poul down at one end, leaning myself up against him, one leg up on the
sofa, the other on the floor.  Henry came around looking at us.

   "Poul", he said, "you look as if you are offering Jennifer to me!"

   "I am", Poul only said, and I loved him for it.  Never a second of doubt
or jealousy, with the thought of another guy going to put his cock in his
wife, in a way she would ever forget.

   Henry sank down between my legs; he kissed my feet and then slowly let
his tongue run up the inside of my thigh, slowly, ever so slowly
approaching my pussy.  His tongue passed down the other leg without having
touched my pussy.  All the way down to the other foot, kissing it and then
up again.  I put my hands down pulling my labia apart for him, wanting his
tongue to touch my lovebutton.  This time he touched it ever so lightly
before travelling down the other leg.  Fortunately this time his tongue
came back up again faster, kissing just the right spot, but then
disappearing again.  I started to rub it myself, but Poul caught my arms
and pinned them behind me.  Fortunately this time his tongue stopped, and
slowly and ever so lightly, started playing with the clit.  I pushed myself
against his tongue, wanting it to touch me harder.  I locked my legs around
his back, trying to force him closer.  Now he was doing it harder, and then
even harder.  Now faster, until I started to shake, I just couldn't stay
still.

   He stopped.  Slowly his tongue crept higher up my stomach, licking it,
wetting it.  I was mad with wanting.  Nothing was touching me, and I had
been so close to coming.  His tongue now hit one nipple.  Circled around
it, and finally ran over it.  Now his mouth closed around it and sucked at
it.  Hard.  I arched by back; my legs pulled his body against mine so I
could feel him between my legs.  Slowly he moved higher up, until his
tongue reached my mouth.  Circled around my lips until it finally met my
tongue.  It was a wild, eager, hungry kiss.  As he moved closer, I suddenly
felt his cock between my legs, really close to my pussy.  I tried to sit,
but he was leaning on me and had a tongue deep in my mouth.  I couldn't
stop kissing.  I had to kiss back, as I felt his cock, stone-hard and
slick, move the last bit towards my opening, resting just at the entrance.
I finally managed to free myself from the kiss.

   "Stop Henry, Please stop," I begged, "I want to see it."

   Poul let go of my arms and I managed to push him away so I could see the
cockhead resting against my glowing wet pussy.  I grabbed the cock in my
hands and ran the head all over my pussy till it also was glistening with
my juice.  He withdrew it a bit.

   "Are you ready?" Henry asked.

   I could only moan.

   "I want you to say it."

   "Please Henry," I said.  "I am ready, I have never been so ready. 
Please do it now."

   He moved it against my opening.  I sat up so I could see it better. 
Slowly he moved it into me.  I could see my lips parting, then the head
starting to disappear, as it was being forced inside me.

   "Argh," I let out, "God, it is so biiiiig!"

   The head had gone; the long shaft was pushing slowly further into me.  I
could feel the head going all the way in, pushing me apart.  He stopped. 
Pulled it out a bit, until the head was about to show itself again.  Then
back in, this time deeper.  Out again, in again - about halfway and I
already felt as full as I ever had.  Out, almost all the way, then a deeper
plunge.  I thought I felt it reach my cervix, but as it came out and in
again, it miraculously went even deeper.  There were only a few inches
left. Out and a new plunge.  This time it did reach it, it was a wonderful
feeling as if it hit something soft that could be moved aside.  Out - this
time I felt him on my clit, at the same time as it touched bottom.  It had
gone in even further.  He pulled it almost completely out, and then a new
plunge, again and again.  Faster and faster.  Every time it touched my
cervix, I felt like I was coming.  But the time in between him getting it
in and then out, was taking too long.  I wanted him to move faster, but
with the position I was in, I couldn't help him.

   "Henry stop," I gasped.

   He almost couldn't.  He stopped with it all the way in.  Looked me in
the eye and said this was just soooo good, he couldn't stop.

   "You have to," I said.  "Move over."

   He pulled out and rolled over sitting up, resting against the back of
the sofa.  I climbed on top of him, and not too carefully guiding it into
me, I let myself drop down on it.  Now I could control the speed.  I moved
the best I knew how.  Even if I raised myself as much as I had ever done in
that position, it was still only half out of me.  But I didn't care; I
wanted it deep, deep inside me.  I moved faster and faster.  Henry grabbed
my tits and started to play with my nipples.  I didn't want him to do that
- I can't control myself when that happens.  But I couldn't stop him.  I
started to come.  I couldn't control my movements I just kept going.  I was
shaking, moving harder and harder and faster and faster.  Plunging down on
it with my full weight.  I screamed as I came.  I screamed because I
couldn't stop.  I kept going, the spasms now controlling my movements.  I
wanted to stop, but my body kept on moving,until I came with a second even
bigger orgasm.  I froze as though in pain, then I started to shake, while
slowly collapsing.  Tears were running down my cheeks.  A couple more jerks
and I was finished.

   I stayed like that for a while.  Then I realised that Poul in the
meantime had undressed, and was sitting stroking himself and masturbating.
I go completely wild watching guys masturbate, especially when I know that
the excitement is from watching me.  I can understand this must have been
exciting for him.  He is always imagining this situation.  I lifted myself
off Henry's cock and stuck my ass up in the air.  I grabbed Poul's cock and
guided it round to my back, rubbing it in my pussy juices.  Poul wet a
finger with my juices, and stuck it up my other hole, while he plunged his
hard dick inside me.  It certainly was nowhere near the size of Henry's,
but he knew the technique I liked.  He moved his finger in and out as I
rocked back and forth, feeling the full length of his cock reach my cervix,
at the same time also pushing his finger deeper into me.  Henry grabbed my
tits, which were dangling right before his face.  He sucked them, kissed
them, bit them.  Poul was faster: his strokes didn't reach as deep as
Henry's, but they were fast like a rabbit's.  It was like the constant
stimulation of the clit and the labia, rather than reaching the cervix.  I
couldn't hold back any longer, and I soon started to come again, this time
more intense and not drawn out, like a sudden blinding shock almost as if
in pain.  Poul, knowing my desires, slowly pulled out his finger, at just
the same time as I climaxed.  He now could grab my hips with both hands,
and with a series of fast, wild plunges, I felt his sperm shoot into me,
and as he slowly withdrew, it was starting to run down my legs.  He flung
himself down on the sofa, lying at one end, looking at me, still hovering
above Henrys hard cock pointing at my stomach.

   "Henry," he said, "now it is your turn to do the same."

   I moved so he could get out, but stayed in the same position.  I knew
Poul's dream, was to see me from the side, as I was being fucked by
somebody else.  And I wanted him to have a real good look.  I put my arms
on the back of the sofa and rested my forehead on it.  Then I moved my legs
as far apart as possible, and waited.  I didn't have to wait for long. 
Again the wonderful strong feeling of being forced apart.  He didn't do it
slowly, or in small steps this time.  No slow teasing, just one long push
to the end.  I gasped, in this position it went even deeper.  It hurt, but
it was bearable.  The next one - again pain, and again.  But the pain was
nice.  It made the pleasure more intense.  Henry didn't have long to go. 
He was plunging harder and harder, about to come.  The pain was an
integrated part of the pleasure.  He grabbed my hips and pushed even
deeper. My tits were bouncing out of control.  Back and forth, sometimes
circling.  I looked at Poul knowing this was the sight he had longed for.
He looked out of breath, panting almost.  I lifted my head away from my
arms, grabbed the back of the sofa and pushed myself further back, meeting
each thrust with my own counter-move.  Now Henry started to scream, Argh,
Argh, Argh with each push.  His screams became faster and faster.  I
couldn't separate the pain from the pleasure, and felt myself starting to
climax once more.  With each hard plunge, we were now both screaming,
mostly at the same time.  A louder scream from Henry, and I felt him shoot
a large load of sperm, then another, and then another one again.  He kept
coming and he kept going, until my own screams topped his.  Both of us
froze as if fused together.  Then I raised myself up leaned back against
him, while his already limp cock slowly slid out of me, letting all our
juices seep out.  He put a hand down my front and scooped up three fingers
full.  He licked two himself, and offered the last to me.  I carefully
licked his finger, then the other two, tasting our combined juices.  His
other hand scooped up another handful, and smeared it over my tits.  I just
felt so good - totally spent.  I could have stayed like that forever, but I
looked at Poul, who was looking at me with such loving eyes, that I had to
move over and give him a kiss.  I kissed him and let myself sink into his
arms spreading the juices from my tits all over him.  Finally we came to
rest in that position.

   There wasn't much more to talk about.  Henry said it had been
incredible, and in that he was absolutely right.  He left to clean himself,
but I was so tired I could hardly stand up.  Poul helped me get the dress
back on, even though it stuck to all the wet parts of my body - which was
almost all of it.  No, we didn't want another drink - we thought we
wouldn't be able to drive if we did.  I had a glass of water and gave Henry
a small sisterly kiss.  I just wanted out of there.  I felt almost
embarrassed about myself, about being such a slave to sex.  The guy at the
reception desk, looked at me with surprise, clothes clinging to me, hair
all over the place.  He probably thought I looked as though I had just been
fucked!  We made it home without talking, and spent the night clinging
together, as if we had just found one another.  I would never forget this
night.  I would never forget the feeling of taking such a large cock, or
the animal-like behaviour sex could drive me to.  I would love Poul forever
and I would never do anything like that again...  or at least not like
this. Maybe something else.  Something similarly exciting.  Something... 
Well, you never know with me!