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First Aide For Marlow
by J. Richards (no address provided)

***

My wife and I attempt to help our friend get over his 
divorce. (MMF, wife-sharing)

***

Nance opened her eyes when she felt herself tip over the 
point of no return as she crashed towards her first 
orgasm of the afternoon and saw me standing, naked, 
leaning against the office doorjamb.

I raised my glass of champagne to toast her, just as her 
cunt exploded in hard, muscular contractions around 
Marlow's cock. She may have been a bit startled to see 
me, but the intense sensations that had just started 
pulsing from her vagina took over all control of her 
mind and commanded all her attention. Then her body 
really took over and her orgasm fully peaked. I was 
watching as her eyes widened, then became less focused, 
rolling back and closing as she came. 

As it hit, she screamed: "OOHHHHH... I'M CUMMINGGG... 
NOW! NOW! SHOOT IT NOW!! FUCK ME, MARLOW!"

My wife's screams and her vagina contracting around his 
cock had to have been more than enough to drive Marlow 
over the edge. 

Grabbing her and holding her ass in place, he started 
drilling her with hard, short strokes, repeatedly 
pumping into her spasming cunt, until he hit his own 
point of no return. I heard him gasp its arrival, then 
watched as he drove his cock all the way into her. He 
held himself rigidly in position, getting ready for the 
final act.

Leaning against the doorjamb, I was in the perfect 
position to watch, as his ass muscles tightened and his 
cock start shooting huge spurts of cum into my wife's 
waiting vagina. Cum that he'd been unable to find a 
repository for during his last six months of celibacy.

As his load pulsed into her, Nance moaned. Then she 
wrapped her legs around Marlow's waist and arched her 
hips upward, driving my best friends spasming cock even 
deeper into her womb, holding it where she could feel it 
throb and jerk each time her vagina contracted around 
it.

For a couple of minutes, their bodies stayed locked 
together in a tight embrace as their individual spasms 
kept triggering one another. Both of them were breathing 
in tortured gasps, trying to suck air into their lungs. 
Marlow's hips continued to slowly pump into and out of 
my wife's sex saddle as Nance's pelvis humped upward 
each time she felt his semi-hard prick pulse into her 
cunt. 

Finally, their orgasms ebbed, the throbbing of their 
coupled sex organs stopped, and Marlow pulled out and 
dismounted, leaving a white trail of sperm behind him 
that connected to the pink tinged channel that he'd just 
vacated.

"Hi, Jake." he said when he saw me.

***
	
When I answered the phone around 8:00 in my home office 
earlier that day I immediately recognized my oldest, 
best friend from my past. 

"Hey Jake! What's going on out there in Colorado?"

"Marlow! By God it's great to hear your voice! Where are 
you?" I answered.

"Well, actually I'm at the Monterey airport and I'm just 
about to get on a jet to head toward my new job in Santa 
Fe tomorrow. I thought it would be a blast to stop by 
and take you and Nance out to dinner. I have a free pass 
to get off in Denver and can get the next plane to Santa 
Fe tomorrow at noon. What do you say?"

Marlow had been my best friend from about 7th grade on 
and we knew each other as well as two brothers. Hell, he 
WAS my brother from another mother. My wife, Nance, knew 
it (and really liked him) and anyone who'd ever been 
around us knew it. Marlow was my Bro. That meant, when I 
heard his plans, I was concerned.

You see, Marlow was a "True Californian", not a Native 
Californian relocated to Colorado, like me. He loved the 
state where he was born and had never been farther away 
than a trip or two with his wife of twenty-something 
years, Peg. He had a great job, a paid off house, kids 
just about to graduate from major 

Universities and had always seemed happy. Until now. 

"Marlow, are you O.K.? What can I do, buddy? What 
happened? Speak to me." 

There was a long pause on the line. 

"Marlow?"

"Yeah, I'm here." he said.

His voice was totally different now. "We're gonna be 
getting a divorce, Jake. After all this time, a divorce. 
Shit! Peg has been sneaking out to ride this guy living 
up the hill for the past year and she wants to get a 
divorce so she can fuck him all the time, so I'm out of 
here. I was able to get a great job in Santa Fe, doing 
pretty much what I do out here and really want to get 
away from the shitty situation. 

"I've been like a goddamn hermit since she told me about 
her "riding lessons" 6 months ago and I need to get the 
hell out of Dodge. Maybe I'll meet a pretty young thing 
like Nance! But more than likely, I'll just disappear. 

"Hell, I don't know. Jake, I apologize, but I'm feeling 
pretty beat up and need to be around people who I know 
like me. Can I come out and have a drink with you and 
Nance? Please? Pretty Please??"

"Hey, Bro, we're here and waiting. And I'll be grilling 
for dinner, got that? When will your plane be landing?"

I'll have to admit I felt real good about responding 
with out additionally exclaiming, "Holy Shit! You 
What??"

I must have said the right thing, however, since I 
thought I heard Marlow give a small, muffled sob before 
he said, "Thanks, Jake. I couldn't think of anybody else 
but you and Nance. I'm coming in sometime around 11:15 
on United."

I checked my wristwatch, "You got it. I'll be at the 
pick-up terminal. Just look for the guy with the 
mustache and cowboy hat who's got your 6, my friend." 

I could hear the announcement for his plane in the 
background and said, "Sounds like it's time to go 'Up, 
Up and Away', so I'll see you in about 3 hours. Be 
safe." 

Marlow said his good byes and hung up. 

I sat for several minutes, then got up to go find and 
inform my lovely wife of our impending visit.

Nance was in her garden room getting dirty with a day 
lily when I found her. 

"Got a minute?" I asked. She looked at me and I could 
see her reacting to my face. 

"Is there something wrong, Jake?" She frowned, as she 
wiped off her hands and walked over to me.

"I just talked to Marlow, Nance. Peg is filing for a 
divorce and he's relocating to Santa Fe as of tomorrow. 
He's flying in to Denver in about 3 hours and asked to 
come be with us for a bit today. Basically, he seems to 
be looking for us to be a "port in the storm" for him 
and is feeling rather beat up. The worst part, though, 
is that he appears to have lost his sense of self-
confidence. He wants to just spend some time before 
he'll be leaving tomorrow morning... Shit."

I put my arms around my wife and just gave her a big 
squeeze.

"Oh, Jake! I'm so sorry. Poor Marlow. What can I do to 
help?"

I looked at my wife and realized that I really didn't 
have a clue to help her, or me, help our friend. 

From the beginning, Marlow had always been the stoic 
type. He kept his feelings pretty much to himself and 
always acted like he could "make things happen" to keep 
life positive. Unfortunately, that meant that he 
sometimes forgot to support or pay attention to others 
around him, especially the few women he'd been involved 
with over his life. But that style was who he was. 

For me, he was a fantastic friend and very able, but I 
realized, early on, that he was really not all that 
confident around women, although no one would ever know. 
And with that one thought, it hit me. There was 
something that we could do for our friend! Then I 
realized that, for it to work, I'd have to set up a 
scenario that would involve both Marlow and Nance and 
that I could only hope that it would just "play out" 
positively during his stay. 

If Nance and I could pull it off, I knew it would be 
effective and would help our friend get his self-
confidence back. The one part that I was a bit unsure 
of, for the project to succeed, was getting Nance to 
become an active part of the healing process without 
telling her what to do, since that would defeat the goal 
and probably make things worse. 

However, I knew my wife and I knew that she truly cared 
for Marlow and would do anything she saw necessary to 
help him. On top of that, she was the one person I knew 
that had the God given ability to affect the cure that I 
knew (and I think she subliminimally knew) was needed. 
In effect, she was Marlow's first aide. But to get "our" 
project moving, I needed to get us both thinking in the 
same direction.

"Nance, I'm starting to see a way that we might help our 
friend. Have I ever told you about Marlow and me during 
High School? Does the term 'The Horn Dogs' ring a bell?"

Nance shook her head, "Nope. You've told me a lot about 
the things you guys did together and that he was almost 
a "live in brother" in your family. But other than that, 
is there something else?"

I nodded and said, "Come on, my Love. Let's go into the 
den and get something to drink and let me tell you about 
us back then." With that I walked her into the house and 
started to set the plan in effect.

Even though it was early, I poured myself a shot of 
Heradura tequila and got Nance a class of Pinot Gris to 
set beside our chairs, then got comfortable and started 
telling a story from my past.

"Well, Marlow and I, as I've told you, did most 
everything together from the beginning of Middle school 
to when we went to different schools after high school, 
a period of about six years. One of the major things I 
recall about the two of us was how we relied on one 
another, as we navigated our sexual coming of age during 
adolescence. 

"Remember, this was back in the '60's and there was lots 
of sexy stimulation around but most of it was undercover 
or hush-hush, so we bounced ideas and fantasies off each 
other all the time, trying to basically figure out 'How 
do you use this thing?' that suddenly began getting so 
hard when girls were around."

With that, Nance grinned and let out a laugh. "I can 
just see the two of you looking at Playboy centerfolds 
and ogling the girls, Jake! You know, it was pretty much 
the same for us girls of that time."

I nodded. "Yep, Playboy was a mainstay and, since we 
were both on the swimming team, we spent most of the 
time in the pool due to the woodys the girls on the team 
promoted in our Speedos. I swear, they must have had an 
on-going competition, trying to get all of us guys hard! 
Especially me, since I was on the diving team and 
displayed myself out in front of God and everyone; on 
top of that I had a very tight Speedo issued to me for 
my diving. But I digress.

"Marlow and I were always talking about the girls: who 
had the biggest tits, whose nipples seemed to be the 
hardest, and what we'd love to do to them. It never 
ceased to keep us hard, although we still weren't quite 
sure what you were supposed to do. Then I found the 
pictures.

"I was looking through my folk's bedroom drawers one 
night, when they were out at a party, when I ran across 
a fairly well hidden, secret "hidey hole" my Dad had 
built in under the drawers. I was able to open the 
little latch and found about 15 black and white pictures 
secreted there. 

"They must have been French postcards or something, but 
they were totally explicit and allowed me, and later 
Marlow, to see what the sex act was all about. Several 
of the shots showed two guys mounting the same woman, 
one of them showing her as she orgasmed, with her rider 
pumping his semen into her. 

"Then there was a group of pictures showing two couples 
swapping rides, with the women smiling as they came and 
the last one of the series showing the major amount of 
cum dripping from both of the ladies cunt lips. 

"Another series showed a man being sucked to hardness, 
then penetrating his partner in multiple stages until he 
had socked himself all the way in to her; the last shot 
of the series showed him pulling out, with his sperm 
dripping from her open pussy. The last shots showed 
various pairing: a woman lying back in a large chair, 
her legs splayed and very open, while being mounted by a 
German Shepard with the resulting outpouring of his 
doggy cum very visible. 

"Another showed a woman being taken doggy style by a 
black man while sucking a man lying on his back, and the 
last series showed a black man with a very large cock, 
as he entered, totally filled and then pulled out of an 
enthusiastic, petite, white woman who was lying on her 
back, totally spread, again showing copious amounts of 
cum. 

"hat I noticed from Dad's pictures was that all of the 
women seemed to be really enjoying their carnal 
experiences and that they seemed to be able to handle 
any and all types and sizes of male appendages slid into 
them. And not just human!" 

At this point Nance (who was breathing fairly fast at 
this point) said, "Yup! 

Any and all. That's the way it's built."

I continued, "Well, when I showed the stash to Marlow 
the next time my folks were out, we both got so excited 
that we shot twin loads of cum across the bathroom while 
looking at the pictures, and that must have been at 
least 5 feet." Nance's eyebrows raised at that, saying, 
"Oh, My!" as she visualized the scene of flying semen.

I continued, "After that experience, we started to call 
ourselves the Horn Dogs. We both were totally horny and 
would have fucked anything that had a crack in it, like 
most of the dogs we'd grown up with in our neighborhood. 

During that summer, the Horn Dog's primary reoccurring 
erotic fantasy involved us inviting, or abducting, the 
daughter of a friend of both our families, a cute, 
buxom, blonde 16 year old named Sharon. In our dream, 
she was to be spirited by the two of us into the 
foothills of the Sierras to be seduced and then 
massively fucked multiple times to everyone's delight. 

The only problem was, she didn't know we existed and we 
were too scared to make any moves that would make us 
look silly. We would get together and jack off, as we 
talked about what we would do with her, but we never got 
to the doing stage.

After that summer, I got a job and became involved with 
sports at school and other projects outside school. 
Marlow went into other things and, though we were still 
best friends and saw each other "around", we went in 
different directions. My path led me through college and 
several graduate programs and professional work and 
culminated in my meeting you, my love, while Marlow 
bounced around professionally. 

Shortly after you and I met, Marlow met Peg, after he 
saw how much fun we were having. Basically, he wanted to 
find his Nance, since he always had the hots for you. 
You know that, right?" Nance smiled at my assertion, so 
I continued with my suspicion that he'd hooked up with 
her when he found that she could deal with his lack of 
sexual sophistication. Then I finished with, "Anyway, 
that's how it went down as Horn Dog lore." 

Nance said, "And now he's adrift after losing the one 
lady his sense of self-confidence was based on."

"Yup." I added, "The worst thing for him is being alone 
and not getting laid but his problem is keeping him from 
doing what he needs to do: be with others and get laid."

When I finished the story, Nance reached out and took a 
large gulp of her wine. "Wow. Jake, now I see the 
problem. You know, there are lots of guys out there like 
Marlow. What they want is what most women want: 
Closeness and physical intimacy, but no one wants to 
look needy, weak or unwanted. Thank God I met you. How 
come you're different?"

"In one word? I believe it was my education. I got very 
focused on learning about human sexuality and 
relationships throughout school and worked in various 
mental health fields when I got out. I also, as you 
know, have always been into reading and looking for some 
level of wisdom in the various spiritual paths I've been 
exposed to and used that study to support my mental 
health work. So, basically, education. And practice!"

"Oooo, I love the practice, Cowboy! Especially the 
Tantric practice!! But, back to the problem, what should 
we do?"

I looked at my wife. "Honey, I think the best thing we 
can do is let him talk, relax with him, drink a bit, 
fire up a multitude of joints, then take a Jacuzzi and 
hang out and see where it leads us. At the very least I 
think my Bro will get out of his doldrums. Is that O.K. 
with you?"

"Cowboy, we're on the same page. How 'bout if you go and 
get him and give him some "guy time" on the way home. 
I'll get things ready for the two of you and fix some 
finger foods and stuff for the day ahead. You're still 
on to grill tonight, right? Anything else that I can 
do?"

"You know, Darlin', there is something that you can do 
that I can't. Since Marlow is feeling unappreciated by 
women, anything you can do to show him he's an 
appreciated male will help. So, just be you. Laugh with 
him, just have fun. I know you like my Bro, so I assume 
that won't be too difficult, right? To have fun?"

Nance nodded and said, "I'm already ahead of you, Jake. 
Just watch out, 'cause I'm planning on charming his 
socks off, then I'll get that bad boy out of his 
depression and, hopefully, I'll be showing him that he's 
still a good looking male, to boot. I can handle that by 
using my feminine wiles on him, O.K.? Marlow doesn't 
have a chance when confronted by a woman with a goal!!"

I took her in my arms, "Nance, I love you! He doesn't 
have a chance. I really appreciate your help with our 
best friend's problem and anything you think would work, 
do it. Besides, I love watching you be sexy anytime and 
anywhere around other guys. 

"Hell, I've even told you about my major sexual fantasy 
of you, remember? About watching you get mounted, 
penetrated and cream filled in front of me and then me 
getting to be your second rider and taking you through 
multiple orgasms before shooting. Now, that's hot!!"

Nance just smiled. "Yes you have, and after your story, 
I think I see where that fantasy comes from, although 
I'd love to see the photos with the German Sheppard! 
Anyway, don't be surprised if I'm showing more skin than 
normal when you get home with our walking wounded. 
Speaking of which, isn't it about time for you to head 
to the airport?"

I glanced at my watch and realized that time had flown 
and that I'd better get moving. "You're right, baby. 
I'll head out and see you in about 3 hours." With that I 
grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

I made the pick-up point at DIA about 5 minutes early 
and grabbed a cup of coffee (what's with this $2.00 per 
cup of bad coffee experience at the airport that I'm 
missing?). I sat down and settled my head to hopefully 
figure out the next 24 hours that would be starting when 
Marlow showed his ugly face, the Dog! 

Everything I'd told Nance had been spot on. We had 
become two howling, horny dogs that summer and we had 
learned about the carnal rumba from the pictures. What I 
hadn't focused on was the difference that had emerged 
that summer. Basically, I'd come to look more like the 
black dude in size (8" or so), but thicker, and Marlow 
had remained a fairly normal 5 inches. Now, that didn't 
make any difference to me (Duh!), but my best friend 
started to see us as different. I always suspected that 
his moving into other social groups in High School was 
the result of our "differences".

When we got back together in the late '70's, Marlow had 
been out in the world, like in San Francisco in the 
'60's, and seemed to have dealt with his issue and was 
fairly together. When he met Nance, I could see his 
heart flip and I couldn't have agreed more. She was 
stunning then and she still is. Great body and breasts, 
a winning personality, and, most importantly, he liked 
her and she liked him. We all bonded and when he 
introduced us to Peg, I could see what he was trying to 
do. But she wasn't Nance.

My wife was, and is, very sexual and enjoys engaging in 
the horizontal rumba (and any other variation!) deeply 
and frequently. After our first years together, I'd 
started thinking of her as my "little cum bunny", based 
on her fondness for multiple orgasms and repeated 
ejaculations. 

Interestingly, we'd never gotten into any level of 
"swinging" or swapping, since we seemed to be enough for 
each other. However, we'd always been into sharing 
sexual fantasies and the major focus for both of us 
always seemed to be involved with having another guy and 
I working together to "tag-team" my lovely wife through 
multiple orgasms. 

The scene would usually include both of us shooting into 
her numerous times, as we filled her up to overflowing, 
but we'd never found anyone that fit the bill. She also 
seemed open to other erotic alternatives, and there had 
been a great couple that we hung out with several years 
ago, but it had never gone beyond several nude soaks in 
their Jacuzzi before they relocated down to Santa Fe.

But that's Nance, and Marlow's wife was just not like 
Nance. She was fairly conservative, sexually, and veered 
away from any physical display, as in hot tubs, saunas, 
and the like, or at least that's where she had been 
before meeting her riding instructor.

So, that's what I was dealing with. I was going to see 
what my Bro was doing in his head and then, hopefully, 
line him up for some relaxing and getting in touch with 
a part of himself I'd known from our past. I knew that I 
had a compatriot in Nance, but it would be up to her to 
"make the connection" with Marlow and to his past and I 
had no idea where that would lead her (or him, or me). I 
just trusted Nance to make the best decision.

I was pulled back into reality by a voice calling my 
name. 

"Jake! Wake up you old hoot! I'm here!!" I looked toward 
the debarkation portal and saw my old friend striding 
toward me. From that point on it was small talk, picking 
up suitcases and getting on the road to get home before 
we started to talk. As he was looking at the magnificent 
Rockies, shimmering in a mid '80's, blue sky summer day, 
he filled me in on the "sordid" details of the divorce. 

"Evidentially, Peg had been getting pumped at least 3 
times a week during the last year or so and seemed to 
have enjoyed the carnal attention. Marlow looked at me 
and said, "Hell, Jake, I'd have been more than happy to 
fuck my wife more! She just didn't seem interested. Go 
figure."

I just kept driving, but I knew that she'd probably 
given some indications that he'd missed. A bit later he 
started to talk about his sense of having lost his sense 
of confidence.

"I don't know, Jake, but I used to feel like I could get 
things to happen. It was like I knew that I had the 
power to be effective. But now, I feel empty. I used to 
think ladies would see me as powerful and sexy; now I 
assume they see me as a blob, a nothing, a zero. I feel 
that I'm fucked!" 

I just kept driving.

As we pulled into the gravel drive that wound up to our 
home outside Boulder, I was getting more convinced that 
the process that I'd started would work. I parked the 
car in front of the house and grabbed Marlow's luggage 
as I ushered him through the front door. And there was 
Nance, in a lacey, tied top and a white see-through 
mini-skirt.

"Marlow!! Welcome and come here and kiss me!" With that 
welcome my lovely (and scantily clad) wife grabbed my 
friend and began talking and walking him into the rest 
of the house with her arm linked to his. I just smiled 
and took his bags up to his room, then headed down to 
make up some Margaritas for us to get comfortable with.

When I walked into the patio area, I saw Nance laying on 
one of the 3 encircled chaise lounges, her feet pointed 
towards Marlow's. There was a third lounge in the circle 
next to his that was asking me to come and get 
comfortable, which I did, after passing out drinks to 
everyone.

"Marlow, welcome to Colorado. It's good to see your ugly 
face sitting there!" I said as I toasted him with a 
clink, matched by Nance's, as I sat down. Then I asked 
the most important, unanswered question. "My friend, 
what is it we can do to help during your visit?"

Marlow sat back and I could see him fully relax. "Jake, 
Nance, just being here with the two of you is what I 
needed. It's been crazy out in California for the last 
half year and I was losing myself, but this feels real 
to me, not like what I was dealing with. Thanks. I just 
want to lay back and get comfortable." 

I liked what I was hearing, so I moved into the next 
stage of the plan with, "Well then, you Dog, how 'bout a 
toke on a nicely packed joint? It's guaranteed to get 
you comfortable." producing the major joint I'd been 
secreting in my shirt pocket.

"I would never have believed that you'd gotten into 
drugs! I'm shocked! Shocked, I say!!" said my friend 
with a knowing smile. "Are you guys into sex and rock 
and roll as well?"

Nance laughed, "Absolutely, Marlow! What do you think we 
do out here on a beautiful summer afternoon with the 
Rockies leering at us? Bake bread?" With that she 
reached over and turned on the patio sound system where 
an Eagle's song just happened to be advising "Taking It 
To The Limits." With that kind of lead-in, it only 
seemed right to flick my Bic and torch our first joint.

After holding it in for a bit, I moved over to Nance's 
lounge, leaned over and gave my love a kiss and exhaled 
my smoke into her lungs. When I saw the question in 
Marlow's face I explained, "Nance doesn't like the heat 
of the smoke from a joint, so I usually give her a kiss 
and give her my cool smoke when I exhale." My friend got 
into it immediately, especially the part about kissing 
my wife, and we started funneling smoke Nance's way as 
we burned that first joint. 

Fortunately, I'd thought to bring a few spares and we 
finished the second before going back to our lounges to 
enjoy the ganja haze that had enveloped the patio. I 
noticed that my love was responding in her normal 
fashion of getting turned on by the dope (and she had 
gotten double the amount Marlow and I were getting). 
From where I was sitting, next to Marlow, I could tell 
that my wife was physically responding to the dope big 
time, as her hard nipples were poking out and stretching 
the fabric of her top.

Then she "innocently" moved her legs apart.

I assume that Marlow was seeing the same thing I was, 
since we were both looking, essentially, all the way up 
her skirt and could plainly see her engorged clit 
peeking out from her slit. I knew that, if he wasn't 
hard yet from the view we were getting, there was 
something drastically wrong with my Bro! When I raised 
my eyes to hers, I saw a small wink and realized that my 
plan was working and so was hers!!

After a brief eternity, Nance closed her legs to get up 
to pour more Margs for everyone. When she sat back down, 
we moved into talking about "other things", even though 
the sexual energy was palpable. For the next half hour 
our guest talked about his problem and what he was 
moving towards. When it came to his new location down in 
Santa Fe, Nance started to support his decisions to "get 
involved" and "find a lady that can have fun!" as well 
as suggesting ways to "score" out here in the south-
west.

"Marlow, just be a cowboy. Hell, you grew up where the 
Visalia saddle was invented. Get in touch with your 
inner cowboy! Out here, ladies love farm hands. 
Actually, they love them all over their bodies!"

That got Marlow laughing and he almost inhaled most of 
his Marg. He was obviously enjoying himself, so I pulled 
out yet another joint and we proceeded to get even more 
wasted. When we finished and sat back down again, it was 
obviously time to move to the next level, since I (and 
Marlow) could see that Nance's labia were very pink and 
very open, a sure sign that my lovely wife was ready to 
party. Marlow was showing the sure sign of male 
readiness, since his pants were very tented.

I got up and announced that I'd neglected to pick up 
some more tequila and wine for dinner and that I'd be 
back in about 30 minutes, then grabbed my keys and 
headed out. When I put my hand on the doorknob I turned 
and called back, "Why don't you guys make sure the 
Jacuzzi is operational? Oh, and there are several more 
joints in the "office" to be burned. Now you have a 
mission! I'll be back!" before I disappeared.

Actually, rather than getting into the car, I just went 
and removed the grocery bag from the trunk, then went 
out to my shop with the wine and tequila I'd bought on 
the way to the airport. After putting everything down on 
my shop table, I turned on the audio feed that I'd put 
into the house several years before, which allowed me to 
hear what was being discussed throughout most of the 
house and on the patio. I poured myself a nice shot of 
Heradura and sat down in my comfortable directors chair 
and started listening to the repartee that was coming 
from the patio.

As I turned up the volume, I could hear Marlow.

"Nance, thank you and Jake for having me. You two are 
the best."

"Aww Marlow," said Nance, "you and my husband are my 
main men! I mean, who'd ever thought that I could get 
the two Horn Dogs together? Now, that's a girls erotic 
dream!"

"Did Jake tell you about that? By God, we really were 
Horn Dogs back then. I wish we'd known you then!!"

My wife responded, "I hope you mean that in the biblical 
sense, Marlow."

With that they laughed and then Marlow asked if I had a 
pair of swimming trunks he could use for the Jacuzzi. 
Nance explained that we didn't have or need trunks, 
since the house rule was birthday suits in the Jacuzzi.

"Come on Marlow, I'll show you mine if you'll show me 
yours! Lets get wet."

I could hear garments being rustled off and the sound of 
bodies making waves, then the pump came on, masking most 
of my eavesdropping. After about 5 minutes the pump went 
off and I heard Nance say that I had probably moved them 
and heard her getting out of the spa and heading into 
the office room where I'd left the joints. "Did you look 
in the nightstand? He usually leaves them there with a 
lighter."

I heard the drawer open and Marlow say, "Yep, here they 
are." Then I heard the lighter flame and my best friend 
toking up. After a bit, I heard my wife's voice say, 
very seductively, "How 'bout a bit of smoke for a horny 
lady, you Dog."

From that point on I was treated to an erotic audio 
feed, as I listened to Nance and Marlow smoke, kiss and 
sigh as their bodies got very high and all comfortable 
on the bed that is also in the office, or guest room as 
Nance likes to call it. After listening to the two of 
them doing two joints, I heard Marlow start to moan.

I smiled, knowing that my lovely wife had probably just 
deep throated him and was massaging his shaft with her 
throat muscles. Nance had learned, over time, how to use 
her considerable oral skills to always get that same 
moan from me. Then I heard, "O.K. Dog, I got it hard, 
now it's your turn to use that thing to make me cum. How 
do you want to do me?"

Marlow said, "How about just laying back and let me 
improvise. Nance, I haven't been sexually active for the 
last 6 months, and I might need to make multiple 
deposits, if you?re willing. I'd really like to unload 
everything that I've got stored up and I'm ready to get 
my reserves pumped dry. O.K.?"

"Oh, Marlow! Darlin', that's no problem at all. I love 
getting pumped!"

With that, I turned down the audio in my shed and went 
into the kitchen to prepare a celebration to Love. I 
pulled a bottle of champagne and glasses from the fridge 
while I was hearing Nance gasp, "Oh! Marlow!! Right 
there! Mmmm... You Dog!!!"

I just smiled and took off my clothes, noticing how hard 
the sounds were making me.

About half the way through filling the second champagne 
flute, Nance started to moan. When I topped off the last 
flute, my wife was starting to groan. That really turned 
me on!! I loaded the tray with glasses, food and other 
fixings and walked on down the hallway to the bookshelf 
outside the office, where I put the tray down. Before 
looking around the doorjamb, with a glass in my hand, I 
just stood and listened, as my lady gasped, "Ohh, 
Marlow! Do me Dog... Fuck me hard and make me cum. Then 
I want you and Jake to treat me to a classic Sierra 
foothills Horn Dog orgy. O.K.?"

I smiled and listened to the sounds of carnal enjoyment 
coming from the office for several minutes, then I heard 
Nance say, in a strained voice, "I hope you're ready, 
Dog, 'Cause I'm hmm... I'm, Oh Yea... starting to have 
an orgasm..."

I quietly slipped my body around the corner, preceded by 
my rock hard cock, and leaned my nude body against the 
doorframe, toasting my lovely wife just as she tripped 
over from pre-orgasmic to the orgasmic level. Her eyes 
opened and she saw me, watching her. Then her orgasm 
hit. Since I was behind Marlow, I saw it when his cock 
started spraying his cum into her. 

My friend fired five very large loads of sperm before 
holding himself deep in Nance's womb for a couple of 
minutes, enjoying the energy, as their bodies stayed 
locked together in a tight embrace and their individual 
spasms kept triggering one another. Both of them were 
breathing in large gasps, trying to suck air into their 
lungs. 

Then Marlow's hips started to pump again, slowly, almost 
languidly, in my wife's sex saddle as Nance's pelvis 
humped upward each time she felt his semi-hard prick 
pulse in her cunt. Finally, their orgasms ebbed, the 
throbbing of their coupled sex organs slowed, then 
stopped. Marlow pulled out and dismounted, leaving a 
white trail of sperm behind him that connected to the 
pink tinged channel that he'd just vacated.

"Hi, Jake." he said when he saw me.

That's when I said, "Sweet! Marlow, we've finally found 
a Sierra foothills orgy volunteer! Anyone want a bit of 
the bubbly? That was so hot!!!" and started handing out 
libations to support the post-prandial satisfaction. 
And, hopefully, re-start the orgy. Or at least something 
like that.

Nance blew me a kiss as she lay back against a pillow 
and watched me from between her legs, asking for a glass 
of champagne, which I delivered, for a kiss. I then gave 
my glass to Marlow and, after soundly kissing my wife, 
moved on down from her lips to her other lips, thereby 
finding her clit and getting down to something I love 
nibbling on, eliciting a hiss from my foxy lady. 

After 5 minutes and having started one orgasm, I slid 
myself deeply into Nance's grotto and worked on a set of 
long, slow insertions and exertions that, eventually, 
ended in yet another for her. 

Marlow was lying on the bed, watching us, and was slowly 
inflating his ardor as I started to peak and shoot. 
Nance felt me expand and rotated her hips to allow me a 
straight shot, which I took. I added my load to Marlow's 
and stirred for all I was worth.

Afterwards, I kissed Mrs. Jake and dismounted, only to 
be given my drink, freshened, and then firmly moved to 
the side while my best friend, sporting a revived unit, 
slipped between her open legs to re-mount my wife.

I lit a joint, inhaled, then put it to Marlow's lips to 
give him a toke. To take care of the joint, Marlow held 
himself stable, balancing on his toes and fingertips 
while he inhaled, keeping his cockhead inserted between 
Nance's pink labia. When he was ready to share, he 
lowered himself with his arms, allowing his cock to 
slide all the way in while he kissed her and passed her 
the smoke. 

When they were done, Marlow made several long slides to 
get fully into my wife's groove as she synched her hips 
to his, opening fully to him. As he got up to speed, I 
heard my cum bunny let out a "Wheee!" of appreciation.

From that point on, I knew that Marlow was on the road 
to mending.

As I watched, I realized that it only made sense to turn 
from first aid to a celebration, Horn Dog style! I 
wandered out of the office while Nance was moaning her 
approval to her rider, and went to pick up several other 
bottles of wine and the other joints from my "special" 
stash to enhance the action at the orgy. 

When I returned, Marlow was again on his hands and toes, 
bridged above Nance's writhing body as she spread 
herself for him, accepting his plunging cock. Since they 
seemed to be having a great time, I grabbed the tray and 
took everything out to set up the party by the Jacuzzi. 

Just as I had put everything out, about 3 minutes later, 
I heard Marlow groan. 

I knew that my Horn Dog bro must have just finished 
making yet another deposit to my wife's account, and, 
from the sound emitting from the office, everybody was 
happy with the results. Very happy!!

I was sitting in the spa when Nance waltzed out of the 
doorway in all her radiant, nude, post-prandial glory. 
She looked great! Her hair was a bit disheveled and 
there were twin streams of cum sliding down the insides 
of her thighs and several large creamy deposits in her 
pubic hair, but she looked fantastic. She struck a sexy 
pose, saying, "Ta Daa!"

When he followed her through the door, Marlow just 
looked totally happy. "God, Jake, that was stupendous!! 
Nance, you are a total fox. I've never had anything 
close to what we all just did. You guys!! Thank you so 
much. I really needed that!!" He put his arm around 
Nance and gave her a squeeze, then moved his hand to 
allow himself access to her right breast while his semi-
hard dick began bobbing and started to show some pre-
cum. 

"Marlow, you truly are a Horn Dog!" my wife laughed, as 
she gripped, and then started stroking, his slick rod, 
which rapidly became very rigid in her grip.

"Sorry Nance," said Marlow looking at her hand fondling 
his dick, "I can't get it to go down. After six months, 
it just keeps looking for something to shoot inat!"

"Well, we'll just have to do something about that, right 
Jake? How 'bout if we can find a target for you to shoot 
in. I mean at!" My wife looked at me and smiled, then 
she led Marlow into the Jacuzzi by pulling on his push 
stick.

From that point on we moved through multiple sexual 
combinations and erotic couplings, repeated orgasms with 
mixed fillings, a fantastic dinner and salacious 
discussions until about 1 o'clock, when the three of us 
retired to the manor's large king sized bed, exhausted.

I came out of an erotic dream sometime before dawn to 
hear Nance, lying on her back, softly moaning while 
Marlow bottomed out deep in her womb. I listened until I 
heard the two of them gasp their orgasms, and then went 
back to my dreams with a smile on my lips. 

***

I started to come awake sometime later, as the sun 
started to stream into our bedroom. Then I felt Nance's 
hand gently sliding up and down my cock. I became more 
aware and noticed that she was being gently bumped 
towards me as Marlow, working on her from behind, kept 
using his push stick.

"Morning, my Love. Oh!" Said my wife, as he pushed into 
her depths. "Sleep well? Yesss!!" she then said, as she 
could feel him expand, just before hitting his point of 
no return. I pulled her lips toward mine for a morning 
kiss, just as Marlow let out a groan and sprayed his 
sperm into her depths. "Oh, Wow! That felt divine! 
Thanks, Marlow." Nance said, as she went back to my 
kiss.

After a moment I felt him pull out, so I just moved her 
onto her back and used my morning woody to pleasure my 
wife to another orgasm.

When we were all done and just sitting on the bed, 
Marlow said, "Well Nance, Jake, I guess it's time for me 
to think about getting to the airport and starting my 
new life. You know what? I'm ready for it because of you 
two!" He just put his arms around the two of us and 
said, "Thanks."

After a short time, Nance sat back and said, "Well, I've 
never had such a great time, guys! I mean, getting a 
Horn Dog orgy? Can a lady ask for more?"

Now, try to imagine the scene as I saw it. There was my 
lovely wife, languidly leaning against a pillow at the 
head of the bed, with her legs splayed open, allowing us 
to observe the massive load of our creamy cum slowly 
seeping out of her cunt. 

"Look what you Dogs did to this poor little lady! I've 
never had so many multiple orgasms or so much cum 
injected by such randy studs for so many hours in my 
whole life!! I guess that makes me an official Hornette, 
right?"

Marlow laughed, "Right you are, Nance. You're the first 
and, I need to point out," with that he dipped his 
finger into the cream flowing from her and licked it 
off, "you're definitely the first creamed filled 
Hornette in the Order, but you're not going to be the 
last!! When I meet my Hornette in Santa Fe, we're going 
to have a Second Horn Dog Rocky Mountain orgy where ever 
you two choose, my treat!" We all did a high five and 
headed out of the bedroom to Marlow's new life.


Epilog:

We hadn't heard from Marlow for more than a week, after 
he left for Santa Fe, so it was great to get a call from 
my excited wife informing me of a communication from the 
Dog.

"Jake, he's doing great!" was the first thing I heard 
from the phone.

"HiYa, Darlin'. Who He?"

"Marlow, oh slow one. He just called and he's settled 
in. And he's already meeting some folks that seem really 
nice. And he's getting laid! How's that!!"

Well I had to give it to my wife for good news. 
"Anything you can relate?" I asked.

"Oh yes! Jake, do you remember the Johnsons'?

I racked my brain, and then I had a bell go off. 
"Weren't they that nice couple we nude soaked with 
several years ago? The one's we got the idea for the 
Jacuzzi from. And, if my memory is working, weren't they 
the ones who moved down to San..."

"Santa Fe!" finished my love. "I still had Sharon and 
Brad's cell phone number, so I took it upon myself to 
'let someone know' about Marlow's relocation and pass on 
his cell-phone number that morning when you were driving 
him to the airport. 

"Sharon was so glad to hear from me (and, by the way, 
she and Brad want to get together to host the 2nd Horn 
Dog Rocky Mountain gathering) she just talked my ear 
off, and when I told her of our project, and his, you 
know, need for contact, she was totally sympathetic of 
Dog's issue. 

"Even better, the two of them are members at an 
exclusive nudist camp down there, where Marlow is to be 
their guest and there are ample sources of female 
companionship available. Besides, she was more than 
intrigued by my blow-by-blow description of the Horn Dog 
orgy you orchestrated for us, so I figured that 
something good would happen for our friend. 

"Just now, when I was talking to him, Marlow said that 
Sharon and Brad called him on his cell-phone that 
afternoon when he'd arrived and invited him over to have 
drinks, a soak and dinner that first night. 

"Well, I guess, after dinner, Sharon took over as being 
the "after dinner dessert" for him and Brad until 'way 
late. Suffice it to say that our horny friend spent his 
first night in Santa Fe wined, dined, smoked and happily 
fucked. He said that, after he filled Sharon the third 
time, he officially made her an honored Hornette and 
Brad is in training to become the third Horn Dog (and 
really wants to set up scheduled work outs for him and 
Marlow to practice on Sharon), so all is looking good 
and the Horn Dog membership is growing!"

After we had set up to go out for dinner to celebrate, I 
laughingly told Nance how much I loved her, showering my 
prescient wife with "Good Ideas!" for setting up our 
friend for his new life style, then gave her a kiss over 
the phone, before hanging up and going back to my day 
and the new possibilities that were just beginning to 
seep into my devious mind. Sweet!

END

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