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ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR
IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED.

This story is one of a series of stories published to
www.asstr.org/~doalfer. Please also read the other ones, preferably in
the right order. I am very greateful for the proofreading done by my
friend PJ. Comments are very welcome. Jennifer Doalfer -
doalfer@hotmail.com



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.
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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!

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