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Why don't you call him and see if he can come over this weekend?" Lynn asked in response to my question about when we might see Ben again. I took a long sip on my coffee. I hadn't thought about the prospect of getting together so soon and I wasn't sure I liked the idea. I was well past trying to deny that I'd found the inclusion of Ben in our sex life exhilarating, but I wasn't sure I wanted Lynn's and my sex life to revolve around Ben. On the other hand, I didn't really have any reason to say "no" and the prospect of Lynn and me hooking up with Ben held great attractions for me.

"Okay," I said, surprising both of us a little, I think. But when I called Ben from work later that morning, he said—with evident regret—that he had to go out of town for work all weekend. It would have been a good weekend for Lynn and me to just get caught up with work around the house. Lord knows we'd gotten behind with the time we'd devoted to the ménage a trios with Ben last weekend and the fact that we'd been fucking like bunnies ever since instead of keeping up with the dishes and laundry. I'm not complaining. Sheeze! What man would?

Still, catching up on work around the house would have made sense. That's not what we did, though. When I called Lynn with the bad news about Ben, she suggested that we go away for the weekend alone together. That sounded better to me than housework and grocery shopping. So I called and reserved a little cabin in the woods that we'd rented before. It was about an hour-and-a-half out of town, in beautiful rolling hills, with a great hot tub on the balcony, and no neighbors within a mile. We could pack quickly tonight, and drive there to have two nights and a full day and a half off by ourselves.

It was a terrific plan and we had an even better time than I'd anticipated. The air crackled with sexuality all weekend. We groped, fondled, licked, sucked, and fucked like we never had before—even when we were first falling in love (which coincided with when we were first falling in lust). I think I shot my wad about five times, at least once in each of Lynn's fuckable holes. Lynn had more than 15 orgasms. (Women are lucky that way.) We headed back to town late Sunday night exhausted, but very happy.

The drive home was special too. I couldn't remember the last time Lynn had given me a blowjob while I was driving. (I know, I know: very dangerous. So, don't do as I do. But it's extremely exciting.) With all the fucking and sucking we'd done, I didn't expect to be able to get off from this. But within minutes of Lynn's luscious lips surrounding my cock, I was hard and moving toward an orgasm. Just as I was coming to the realization that I was capable of another orgasm, Lynn stopped.

"I have a request," she said, straightening up to look at me. Shit! That's hardly fair. She knew how to time her requests to ensure that she'd get what she wanted. This time, what she wanted surprised me.

"Yeah?" I said noncommittally.

"I want to be the one to satisfy all of your needs that I can satisfy." I didn't really understand what she meant. My thought process wasn't exactly helped by the slow stroking of her hand on my now eager cock.

"Okay." But my quizzical tone let her know that I didn't really understand, so she went on.

"I mean, I know that Ben fills a special desire of yours—one that I could never fill." She paused and then continued. "I don't have the right equipment," she said, stroking my cock especially hard as she said that. "So I can't give you the pleasure of a hard cock in your mouth. But I can give you the pleasure of having your cock sucked."

"Boy, I'll say." And I gently pushed her toward my cock again with my free hand.

"No, wait. I'm trying to make a point." I guess I had to let her make her point before she'd make mine. So I waited for clarity.

"I don't mind that you find pleasure with Ben," she continued. "In fact, I like it a lot. I feel like we're even closer for that because we both know how exciting it can be to take a cock in our mouth, to feel it swell to fill our mouth as we suck on it, and to experience it explode with its salty semen deep in our throat. It's an experience that we can share."

I was simultaneously discomforted and aroused by her description of what we "shared". But mainly, I wanted her to get back to sucking my cock. So I just grunted an acknowledgement.

"But I don't want you to let him suck your cock." I think it was only then that I realized that there had been no reciprocity in the sex between Ben and me. I hadn't really thought about it one way or another. The first time I'd sucked him off, Lynn had immediately taken care of my needs and then he'd left. And the second time, I'd been so embarrassed that I'd cum in my pants while sucking him off that I'd left without the opportunity of him returning the favor even arising.

Now that Lynn raised the issue, I realized that it was a little strange that I hadn't even thought about any sort of reciprocity with Ben when I fantasized about future encounters. Not sure why. But it was true.

"Why not?"

"I told you," Lynn reminded me. "I want to be the only one to please you in the ways that I can please you." Now I was beginning to understand. And she went on to make it crystal clear. "When you think about getting your cock sucked, I want you to be thinking about me sucking your cock. When you think about any pleasure that I can give you, I want you to be thinking about me—not someone else—giving you that pleasure."

"But Ben might think it's kind of weird, don't you think?"

"Ben won't care. Ben's in a kind of hog heaven for bachelors, right?"

"Sure. I guess."

"I'm betting he doesn't press the issue. But if he does, I want you to tell him that you're not interested in that." While she was talking, she was stroking my cock gently, keeping me just on the edge. "And I want you to just leave it there. Don't tell him that it's because I asked you."

"But what if ... I mean, sometimes I might get ... I mean, what if I get really horny when I'm with Ben." This was very uncomfortable. Of course I knew that what we'd be doing when we got together with Ben would involve sex between me and Ben. But talking about this with Lynn was strange. It made everything seem so ... I don't know ... anticipated, I guess.

"Well, if the three of us are together, I'll take care of you any way you want." And Lynn added, with a giggle, "no holes barred." She reached down under my ball sack to cup and massage my aching balls. "And, if it's just you and Ben, you have two choices. You can stroke yourself till you cum while you take care of Ben, or you can just burn with desire until you get back to me, when I'll take care of you any way you want." At this point, she left a long pause—one we both filled in silently with "no holes barred".

I was only half thinking about what Lynn was saying. I was more than half thinking about how I'd like her to replace her hand with her sweet lips and finish what she'd started.

"And, even if you take care of yourself while you're taking care of Ben, you can still come home to me and have me any way you want."

Okay, so this was like a husband's dream. Lynn was saying, in effect, that she'd happily be my personal sex servant if I'd just agree to her request. It was a tempting offer, for obvious reasons—especially since I hadn't really thought about Ben sucking me off. I mean, it wasn't like I was giving up something I'd been looking forward to. Still, I was a little perplexed.

"But I don't understand why you care."

"I'm not sure I do, either. I've just been thinking about it and it feels like you'd be cheating on me if you let him take care of the needs I could fill." She paused and then amended herself, "maybe 'cheating' is the wrong word. I don't know. I mean it would feel like I wasn't able to satisfy those needs."

I still wasn't sure I understood what motivated this. It wasn't as if Lynn was domineering or a control freak. But, I thought, it didn't really matter that much to me whether Ben reciprocated. I hadn't even thought of it until Lynn had started this discussion. So what? If this mattered to Lynn ... fine! And, anyway, what husband wouldn't like the arrangement where his wife would suck him and fuck him whenever he wanted.

"Okay."

"'Okay', you understand; or 'okay', you agree."

"Okay, I agree."

And, with that, Lynn leaned down and I felt the wet warmth of her soft mouth engulf my throbbing cock. She pumped the base of my cock hard and I exploded in her mouth with a surprising load of cum. I managed to keep the car going straight in the lane throughout my climax, though I was glad we were still on the two-lane country highway, and not the freeway. And I was glad there wasn't a cop around. When I recovered enough to think clearly about my driving, I realized that I'd dropped from 60 miles an hour to about 35. If I cop had been following us, it would have been a suspicious change.

After I'd shot my wad in Lynn's mouth and she'd neatly put my softening cock away and zipped up my fly, we drove on home—me with the afterglow of an orgasm and Lynn clearly pleased with our agreement. Our conversation for the rest of the drive included a joint decision to invite Ben to spend the next weekend with us and the beginning of our plans for the weekend.

I called Ben the next morning and we arranged for him to spend both Friday and Saturday nights at our house. He had to do work on Saturday, so he'd be leaving late Saturday morning for the day. When he told me that, I decided that it was probably best. There were things Lynn and I needed to do and, anyway, there's such a thing as too much in too short a time.

Off and on through the week, Lynn and I talked about various scenarios. Most of it was just sexual banter and sometimes we used it to spice up our fucking. (I gotta tell you, it can be pretty hot to hear your wife describe how she's going fuck you, and a friend, while you're screwing her hard.) The only firm plan we made together concerned Ben's arrival. By Thursday night, we'd scripted the welcome scene completely. Everything else was left loose, but I later realized that Lynn had given great thought on her own to what would happen.

Friday morning began like any other work morning. But, just as we were getting ready to leave the house, Lynn stopped me in the entry way. She pulled me toward her and kissed me hard and deep. Then she sunk to her knees and unzipped my pants. This might make me late to work, I thought, but there was no chance I was going to put a stop to it.

Lynn gave me a sweet and fast blowjob, right there in the entryway.

While I was still recovering, she put my cock away and straightened me up for work. "There," she said, "that will give you something to think about today. There's going to be lots more of that this weekend." On the way to work I thought about the "lots more of that"—not only what Lynn would be doing to me, but what I'd be doing with Ben.

Lynn and I were both able to get home early that afternoon. So, we were all set when the doorbell rang at 6:30; the table was set and dinner was in the oven—not that we were going to go straight to dinner, but it would be ready for us when we were ready for it.

I stayed in the living room while Lynn got the door. It took a minute or two before I heard Lynn and Ben walking down the hallway toward the living room. I assumed they were kissing and probably groping a bit in the entryway. I found myself strangely undisturbed by this thought. In fact, I found it arousing.

When they rounded the corner, Lynn excused herself saying she would get us some drinks. She walked away from Ben as I got up and walked toward him. Lynn didn't leave the room, though. We'd worked out the script for welcoming Ben and Lynn had no intention of missing the greeting.

I walked up to Ben. He reached out his hand as if we were going to shake hands but I ignored it. When I was right in front of him, I looked him for a long moment before sinking to my knees in front of him and unzipping his pants. I wasted no time in fishing out his cock, which was already hardening—maybe from his anticipation of what he knew was about to happen or maybe as a result of the encounter with Lynn in the hallway. It didn't matter to me.

As I gazed at Ben's cock and felt it hardening in my hand, I licked my lips in anticipation. But I didn't hold back for long. I took him deeply into my mouth in a single motion. For a moment, I just savored the flavor and feel of his cock, filling my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his cock and felt it harden fully in response.

Lynn had given up the project of getting us drinks; from the corner of my eye, I could see her sitting in a chair, well positioned to view the action, which she was doing attentively. Being on display for Lynn didn't inhibit me—quite the contrary. I found it exciting to have her see me, on my knees, furiously sucking and pumping Ben's rigid shaft. That's how completely comfortable I'd become in my knowledge that this whole thing wasn't a threat to my relationship with Lynn. It served only to strengthen our relationship as we explored new and exciting activities together.

I turned all of my attention on Ben's cock. It felt marvelous in my hand. The shaft was hard but the skin, which moved nicely to the motion of my hand, was soft and velvety. He was rapidly approaching an orgasm, but I wasn't ready to take him over the edge yet. So I slowed down my rhythm and changed from sucking the head of his cock to running my tongue up and down the underside. When I flicked the most sensitive spot, just behind the helmet, with my tongue, Ben's cock twitched with anticipation and he let out a moan. He wanted more, of course, but it seemed like he wasn't in a hurry for this to end, either.

Rocking back onto my heels, I reached up and undid Ben's belt and pants button. Then I eased his pants down past his thighs. Now I could easily cup his balls in my hand, which I did as I moved back toward his cock, planning to take it in my mouth. But I stopped short. I found myself fascinated with his balls at this moment. They're captivating things, really. I stroked him gently with one hand while I pulled his balls slightly forward with the other. I watched with excitement as Ben's balls moved slightly to the motion of my hand.

Entranced by the sight of his wonderfully sized balls, I moved closer so I could take, first one, and then the other into my mouth. I don't like having my balls sucked hard so I was careful to be gentle. I wasn't really doing this for Ben's pleasure. It was all about my own pleasure—the feel of his nuts held gently between my lips. But I didn't want it to be unpleasant for Ben. So I was careful not to press to hard.

After sucking and nuzzling his nuts for a while, I moved my mouth slowly up to the base of his sock and along the underside of his stiff shaft. I think I could have just played with Ben's hard cock like this all night. But I knew that he was eager for release. And while he clearly had enjoyed the teasing, he was ready now for me to bring him to a climax.

I took him as deeply in my mouth as I could. I was no expert on this (yet) and I couldn't get my lips to the base of his cock. But I went down as deeply as I could, repeatedly, feeling the head of his cock press against the back of my throat. And then I began to work his hard cock hard. I was bobbing my mouth on and off his dick and pumping the base of his shaft with my hand. At first, I was using my other hand to cup his balls but soon I moved my hand around to the back of his thigh to press him harder into my mouth.

He was building to an orgasm now and I was consumed with lust, too. At this point, I couldn't have teased him longer, like I'd thought I could before. I wanted to feel that beautiful hard cock explode in my mouth. I wanted to make it erupt. I was hooked on the power of producing such intense pleasure.

I moaned a little as I felt him nearing his orgasm. And I welcomed the touch of his hands on the back of my head, controlling my tempo and ensuring that he'd plant his seed deep in my mouth. I was his—for his pleasure. But just as certainly, he was mine—for my pleasure.

When he erupted, it was cataclysmic. He roared so loudly I thought the neighbors might hear. And spurt after spurt of warm salty semen filled my mouth. I continued to suck and pump his shaft with one hand. The other hand I moved between his legs. I reached back and grasped his buttocks, pulling him into me further as he finished spewing his seed in me. And then I slid my hand forward, dragging my finger through his butt crack till my fingers rested on his scrotum and his spent balls were in my palm.

I pulled off his cock to admire my handiwork. Though softening, Ben's cock was still throbbing in the after-throes of his orgasm. A single glistening drop of semen bulged from the slit and I gently brought my tongue to it, pulling it into my mouth.

Ben staggered a few awkward steps back and collapsed on the couch with his pants still around his ankles. I just rested where I was, sitting on my heels, savoring the taste in my mouth. I realized then that I was incredibly aroused. My cock was hard—indeed, rigid—but it was more than that. I was seething with desire. The feel of my shirt against my chest was erotic; my lips tingled with the taste of Ben's cock still on them; and my hips were rocking, eager to be thrusting my cock into something warm and wet and tight.

Before I realized that she'd gotten up from her seat, Lynn was stepping in front of me. She pulled me up and turned me around so that I was facing just the way Ben had been. Lynn sank to her knees in front of me. And then began an echo of my encounter with Ben. No, 'echo' isn't the right word; an echo can't be as loud as what it echoes. It was a very conscious reproduction—a restaging—of what had just happened. Only now, I was in Ben's place and Lynn was in mine.

She undid my pants and pushed them, and my boxers, down to my calves. My hard cock sprang up as it was released from its confines. While I was working on Ben's cock, I hadn't been paying attention to what Lynn was doing. But it was obvious now that she'd been paying close attention to what I'd been doing. Lynn put one hand behind my balls and pulled them forward. Then she began slowly jacking my cock while she focused her attention on my balls. I knew exactly what she felt and saw. I knew that my balls were rising and falling against her fingers to the rhythm she set up in stroking my dick.

I looked over at Ben. He was still flopped back on the couch, having made no effort to pull his pants up. But his head was no longer thrown back with his eyes either closed or staring blankly at the ceiling. Now he was focused intently on watching Lynn fellate me. The eroticism of watching a beautiful woman blow a man was, I'm sure, intensified for him by the tactile memories he must have been experiencing in watching the re-enactment.

When I felt Lynn's warm, wet lips on my balls, I looked away from Ben. I closed my eyes and just took in the sensations. Lynn traced the line from my balls to the end of my cock with the tip of her tongue, causing shivers of pleasure through my body. She teased the underside of my cock for a while—I think longer than I did Ben's, but maybe that was just an illusion. Soon, though, I felt the warm tightness of Lynn's lips surround my cock. She bobbed her head on and off my shaft as deeply as she could and pumped the base of my cock with her clenched fist.

"What a beautiful sight," I thought, when I looked down at Lynn's head moving faster and faster along my cock. I looked over at Ben again and saw that he was holding his cock in his hand, stroking it gently and slowly. It was clear that he wasn't trying for another orgasm so soon. He just needed some stimulation to accompany the show.
For a moment I thought he might notice I was looking at him and return my gaze. But he was completely focused on Lynn's actions. I soon had no room in my consciousness for what Ben was, or wasn't, doing. I closed my eyes and basked in the warmth of my mounting orgasm. Lynn was an expert at blowjobs. And she was clearly inspired now—an artist at her peak of creativity.

I shot what felt like an enormous load deep in Lynn's beautiful mouth—thrusting with wave after wave of intense pleasure and reveling in the power of my orgasm. In an accurate re-enactment, Lynn slid her hand down from my buttocks, through my crack and gently ran her fingernails forward across my scrotum, finally cupping my spent balls in her hand. She rocked back, admiring the proof of her virtuosity. And I, in the same state that I'd put Ben into, staggered back to flop down on the couch next to him.

"Well," said Lynn, rising to her feet, "that was a nice way to start the evening." She straightened her clothes and primped her hair. "It's time to get dinner on the table and I can see I'm not going to get any help out of either of you. You just sit there thinking about whatever you're thinking about and I'll call you for dinner when it's ready. But, after dinner ... it's my turn. You guys work for me," she said with a very dominant tone. "And it's all about my pleasure, then."

Somehow I doubted this. I mean, Lynn could be in charge. And she might be focused on her own pleasure and using us to achieve it. But I suspected that Ben and I were going to be getting a lot of pleasure, too.

We must have looked pretty silly. Two men sitting on a couch with their pants down to their ankles, their soft cocks lying contentedly between their thighs, and their chests—well, at least my chest—still heaving from the intensity of an orgasm.

It wasn't long before Lynn called us to dinner. Ben was up, with pants pulled up and buckled before I was ready to move. By the time I got to the table, Ben and Lynn were already sitting down. Conversation over dinner was remarkably mundane. No one who happened to observe just the dinner conversation would suspect the events leading up to dinner, or the nature of our relationship in general. There wasn't even any sexually charged flirting going on. I guess Ben and I were just too drained.

After dinner, things changed dramatically. Lynn got up and announced that it was our job to clean up—whoever doesn't cook, has to do KP. She said she was going to get ready for the evening and there was nothing we needed to do to get ready except to be prepared to follow orders. The last was said with a devilish grin and, then, she turned on her heels and walked away with a provocative sway to her gait. Lynn didn't need eyes in the back of her head to know that she was being scrutinized by two men who were rapidly regaining their sexual powers in response to the view of her tight ass.

Ben and I didn't talk much as we cleaned up. There wasn't much to do and it didn't take us more than five minutes. When we got back to the bedroom, we saw what use Lynn had made of the time. She was dressed all in red—but the "all" wasn't very much. She had on a matching bra and panty set and some sort of translucent nightly with lacy trim. And she had some very high heeled sandals that laced around her ankles. She looked like something out of a Playboy photo-shoot.

"Okay, boys," Lynn said with a sort of quiet authority, "now it's my turn for some fun and you guys are going to provide it." She sashayed over to the chair—right where I'd sat when I'd first watched her and Ben a couple of weeks ago—and sat down. For a moment, she said nothing. She just looked at us. I guess this added drama to the moment; it certainly made me, and probably Ben, feel a little uncomfortable.

"Well, let's see what I've got to work with." I wasn't immediately sure what she meant and I guess Ben was in the same situation because, like me, he just stood there.

"I mean," Lynn said with much louder authority, "strip!"

Wow! I'd never heard Lynn talk like that. It was clear that it was just play, but I was still startled by her demeanor. Ben started to comply before I did, but I joined him quickly. We were both down to our skivvies and for some reason we paused then.

Lynn was not in the mood for delay. "When I said 'strip', I meant 'STRIP'. All the way; no delay. Get to it."

Ben and I stripped off our boxers in parallel, like synchronized swimmers. We stood there awkwardly while Lynn examined us from her chair. She got up slowly and walked toward us. God she looked sexy, dressed as she was and exuding a level of confidence and control I'd never seen her show.

Lynn stood before us and wrapped one hand around each of our cocks. "These guys are going do my bidding to night." She stroked us until both of us were hard and impatient for more intimate contact. But Lynn wasn't in any hurry now. Letting go of our cocks, she pulled her nightie apart slightly and pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her round breasts. Her nipples were erect with excitement.

"Let's see which one of you is better at sucking on a nipple." Both Ben and I dove into the pleasant task of licking and sucking Lynn's lovely breasts. It wasn't really a competition; we were both winners. I guess Lynn was, too. She moaned softly and put her hands on the back our heads, pressing us into her breasts.

When Lynn was ready to move on, she stepped away from us and said, "Okay, now we've got a decision to make." She walked away from us toward the night stand slowly, and very suggestively—well, maybe it was more than suggestively. Ben and I were agog at the sight of her hips rocking gently as she walked. Lynn bent over and picked up a quarter that had been sitting on the night stand, though Ben's and my attention was not on the quarter in her hand but her hindquarter as she bent over.

"Ben's our guest," Lynn said brightly as she turned around toward us. "I'll flip to see if he gets heads or tails." She flipped the coin high in the air and let it drop to the floor. Bending over to look at it, she gave us a good look down her bra this time.

"Oooohh! Ben gets tails...to start," Lynn reported as she picked up the coin making any verification impossible. "I'm going to get out of these clothes. While I do, honey, I want you to make sure you get Ben really hard and ready for me."

Well, this was ridiculous, of course. Ben was already hard and ready, and I was sure that his condition wouldn't change while he watched Lynn take off what skimpy lingerie she was wearing. But I realized that Lynn's stated reason wasn't to be taken at face value. She liked watching me with Ben. She'd been the initial instigator of those activities and it was clear that she enjoyed them.

So, I got down on my knees, being careful to position myself so that I could watch Lynn strip—a very good decision, as it turned out, because she put on quite a show. I stroked Ben's hard shaft and took it into my mouth. He didn't need any extra stimulation from me to stay hard; that was obvious. But he certainly didn't mind the attention.

Lynn slowly untied her negligee and let it slip off her shoulders. She turned her back on us, pretending it was to toss her negligee on the floor next to the night stand but, when she bent down to unfasten her sandals, it was obvious she'd done it to be as provocative as possible while undressing. After all, what difference did it make where she threw her negligee?

As Lynn bent down from the waist to unbuckle the straps of her high-heeled sandals, I realized again what a remarkable figure she had. Her legs were long and slender, but still shapely. And her ass was perfectly round without a bit of sag. Even after all these years, I found the sight of her incomparably arousing. I sucked Ben's cock even harder as my excitement grew.

Lynn turned back to us, slipping out of her shoes as she did. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, but didn't slide it off right away. For a tenuous moment, it hung there, the cups still covering her breasts. And then she pushed the straps off her shoulders and let her bra fall to the ground.

I put my hand under Ben's balls, feeling them fill my palm, as I watched Lynn slowly ease her panties down over her hips, down her thighs, and, finally, off her legs completely. She just stood there for a minute, watching me work on Ben's cock. Then she walked over and took Ben's cock from my mouth. She led him to the bed, and positioned herself on her hands and knees on the bed before saying, "Okay, Ben, you've got tails to start."

Ben climbed behind Lynn. As he did, Lynn said, "And you, Hon ... you have heads."

I didn't take Lynn up on her invitation right away. Instead, I watched as Ben positioned himself behind Lynn's loins. His cock was rigid and pointing straight at Lynn's glistening snatch. No help was needed but I decided to help anyway. I reached between Ben's legs from the back, scr****g my fingers along the underside of his balls as I did, and I grabbed his hard rod. I put my other hand on Lynn's hip and guided Ben's cock into my wife's eager pussy.

There was something incredibly erotic about this. It had nothing to do with the eroticism I'd read about of a humiliated cuckold forced to help a better-endowed bull take his wife. I wasn't a cuckold, I wasn't being forced, and I felt no humiliation at all. (And, Ben wasn't better endowed than me either, for that matter.) This was about my controlling the lust of my wife and another man, and my giving tangible permission for their union.

For a few minutes, I fondled Ben's balls and, moving my hand up on her body, Lynn's breast. As the tips of my fingers touched the base of Ben's cock, I could feel the slick wetness of Lynn's juices. She was so aroused that she was dripping and I spread some of her nectar on Ben's balls before the urgency of my own desire caused me to leave their side to take up the invitation of Lynn's mouth.

When I positioned myself in front Lynn, she wasted no time making good on her invitation. It was as if she was so aroused that she couldn't get enough cock—in her cunt or her mouth. She sucked me with a hunger I hadn't seen before. I put my hands on the back of her head, not really to control her—she was doing a great job of controlling the tempo and depth. It was more so that I could feel her excitement with my hands as well as with my cock. Ben and I caught each other's eye and smiled at each other. I think we both found the obvious excitement of the other fed our own fever. I could tell that he was getting close to his climax. He grabbed Lynn's hips firmly and pounded into her like a pile-driver. He couldn't keep eye contact with me anymore. He looked up toward the ceiling and closed his eyes, concentrating on his impending orgasm.

I was beginning my ascent to my own climax. And then, suddenly, Lynn pulled off my cock. It was a shock and not a pleasant one. When she did it, I thought she might just have been so focused on Ben ramming her cunt that she couldn't take care of me at the same time. I figured out later that she had different plans for where I was going to dump my load and she was being careful not to send me over the edge prematurely.

My cock was rigid and eager for attention. But it wasn't getting it. I was dry-pumping the air for a while. But my frustration eased as I watched the incredibly erotic scene before me. Ben was spasming and clenching Lynn's hips to his as he pumped his seed deep in her cunt. Lynn as crying out in ecstasy from his thrusting. I rocked back against the headboard and just watched their crescendo gradually recede, slowly stroking my cock as it did.

Ben rolled back and collapsed on the other side of the bed; Lynn flopped down, too, which brought her mouth right to my crotch. She was too wasted to do anything right now, but it felt good to have her cheek pressed against my cock and balls.

I let her rest for a few minutes. Once I felt I'd satisfied any requirements of chivalry, I got up and moved around behind Lynn. She seemed to be coming to life because when I gently separated her legs, she raised her hips up slightly. I got between her thighs and pulled her back up to her knees. She was still resting her shoulders and head on the bed so her crotch was well displayed for me. Her cunt lips were red and puffy and her whole cunt was slick and shiny with her juices.

I had every intention of just slamming my hard cock into that wet, tight hole, but as I was lining up to do so, I glistening drop of white cream appeared on her cunt lips. And then a slight trickle of Ben's slime began to dribble down over Lynn's slit. I bent down and brought my lips close to her nether lips. I stopped short of my target for just a moment to watch, with fascination, as Ben's cum iced Lynn's labia and clitoris.

It was a sight to behold—but not for long. As the first shiny drop of semen was about to plunge from Lynn's clitoris, I put my tongue under and lapped it up. And then I dove in, licking and sucking from my wife's cunt every drop of Ben's tangy deposit.

Lynn was incredibly aroused again. She still had her shoulders down on the bed, but she was pushing back and up to give me access to her deepest recesses. Her hips were undulating again and I could hear her moaning in the sheets. I imagined that she was clenching the sheets in her fists, but my vision was (wonderfully) occluded.

I rose up and lined my pulsating cock up with Lynn's trembling cunt and then I pounded into her in one hard, gloriously long thrust. She let out a scream but it was obviously a scream extreme pleasure. To tell the truth, I wasn't thinking much about her pleasure right then. I needed to slam her sloppy cunt hard for my own pleasure. I liked it, of course, that this worked well for her. But I was selfishly aiming only at my own pleasure.

Just as Ben had a few moments ago, but perhaps with somewhat more force, I gripped Lynn's round hips and pulled her on and off of my ramrod. I could tell that I wasn't going to last long. I'd been teetering on the edge of an orgasm—sometimes closer, sometimes further away—since this scene started. I had no interest in dragging it out. I wanted to cum, hard and fast, deep in Lynn's cunt—a cunt I'd just cleaned to accept my deposit. Fortunately, Lynn was in no mood for a long lead-up either.

Within a couple of minutes, my cock was exploding in Lynn's pussy. Throughout my orgasm, I clenched her hips tightly while I pumped her full of my cream. I had enough awareness—but only just enough—to know that Lynn had a crashing orgasm at the same time.

We collapsed on the bed and rolled on our sides with my cock still planted deeply in her cunt and my hands still clamped to her hips, pulling her to me. I was still pressing hard into Lynn; it was as if I wanted to make sure that I planted every last seed as deeply as possible in her.

Not surprisingly, Ben recovered first. I saw him get up and leave the room. When he came back a few minutes later, he had more wine for all of us and his chatter—irritating at first—roused Lynn and me. It was only then that my now limp dick slipped from Lynn's snatch. The three of us sat up in bed, drinking our wine and commenting on how hot our sex session had been.

It was only about 9:30, I realized. There was plenty of night before us. Lynn suggested that we shower and then get in the hot tub. It was a good suggestion. We had a relaxing couple of hours—with a lot of charged talk and some petting and teasing—before heading back to bed, armed with refilled glasses of wine, to watch Jay Leno's monologue before getting back to some action.

Between the relaxation of my multiple orgasms, the heat of the Jacuzzi, and too much wine, I was really blitzed by that time. I assumed that Ben and Lynn were in the same state but I hadn't really paid any attention to how much they'd been drinking. Later, I came to suspect that Lynn had been pouring a bit more wine for me than for her and Ben. She had plans and they involved me being relaxed and compliant.

To tell the truth, I could have just fallen asleep at that point. We could have all just drifted off in bed together after the Tonight Show monologue like an old married couple—well, trio—for all I really cared. But Lynn slid down in bed and began sucking my cock and I was soon up for more action (literally). She can be pretty convincing when she wants to be.

After she had me seething with desire again, she wanted me to roll on top of her. She usually doesn't like giving head like this. She feels like she's not in control and it's more like I'm fucking her mouth than that she'd giving me a blow job. But that's what she wanted now, and I wasn't about to deny her.

So, I got up on my hands and knees and Lynn positioned herself under me, with her chest between my knees. She worked my cock with her mouth and hands and fondled my balls with uncommon enthusiasm. And then she started to play with my asshole. First she just dragged her fingernail lightly across my butthole. That made me twitch and jerk from the uncommon sensation. Then, still working my cock with her lips and tongue, Lynn began probing my ass with her fingers. I felt first one finger, then two, begin working in and out of my ass—massaging me and opening me up. It felt good. The ass is a very sensitive and erogenous place.

In the passion of the moment, I'd completely forgotten about Ben. I remembered him when I felt his hands on my hips as he crawled behind me. It was only then that I understood what this was all about. This explained the quickly cut-off conversation between Lynn an Ben in the hot tub when I returned from filling our glasses—though I didn't make that connection until the next day when I was sober.

Ben put his knees between my knees and Lynn's chest and positioned himself close behind me. I felt him smear lube between my cheeks. His fingers replaced Lynn's in my ass as he lubed me inside, too. All the while, Lynn lips were massaging my cock, which was growing even harder from the anal stimulation.

Lynn and Ben had set this up, obviously. But it wasn't as if I was being forced, or even manipulated—except literally, of course. I could have stopped it at any moment. I knew that. It wouldn't have been a problem; it wouldn't have even been especially awkward.

But I didn't stop it. I knelt there feeling Ben probe my ass with his fingers, one, and then two. And then Lynn stopped. Jesus! Suddenly her mouth wasn't on my cock any more. The disappointment of her taking her sweet mouth away from my eager cock wasn't made up for by the feeling of her soft hand on my cock—as good as that felt.

When Lynn had moved up so that her face was right under mine, she used one hand to pull my head so that I was looking directly at her. She was very beautiful; I could see the passion in her eyes and I wanted her terribly. I wanted to fuck her or explode in her mouth. But that wasn't going to happen right now.

Instead, I felt Ben's fingers leave my ass. This was followed by the dull pressure of his cock against my anal sphincter. I looked away from Lynn and closed my eyes but she quickly pulled my head back so I was looking at her. When I opened my eyes, she mouthed the words, "I love you." And that was written even more emphatically on her face. I knew, then, that I wasn't to close my eyes or look away.

So, I was staring into the gorgeous face of the only woman I've ever really loved as I felt Ben gently but insistently press his hard cock into my virgin ass. There was a little discomfort as I opened up to him, but it didn't really hurt. And once I was fully impaled by Ben's shaft, it felt wonderful. There was that rhythmic pressure on the prostate as he fucked me. I'd heard about how that felt, and the reports didn't do it justice. But there was also the sense of being filled up with his hot and hungry cock. That felt terrific, too
And one more thing. As Ben worked into an ever-quickening tempo, I could sense his excitement—his desire. I was filled with that same sense of power that I'd had when I gave Ben a blow job on his couch. I felt that power that women feel when they completely control the pleasure of a man. And that led me to rear back onto Ben's cock, meeting his thrusts eagerly.

All this time, Lynn was looking at me. My eyes were directed at her, too, but I wasn't always concentrating on her. Sometimes the intense sensation of Ben fucking my ass was all that I could hold in my consciousness. I'm sure Lynn could tell when she was getting only a glazed look from me. And I don't think she minded at all. In fact, I think that was precisely what she was hoping to see when she moved up so that she could watch my face as I took my first cock in my ass.

Lynn began jacking my cock in earnest now. She wanted me to shoot my load. I had no ability to hold back, even if I'd wanted to. As my orgasm came to a crest, my hips spasmed uncontrollably and I could feel my ass clenching on Ben's rod. I shot ribbon after ribbon of cum on Lynn's belly. Ben's pounding on my prostate provided the pressure for a jet-propelled ejaculation. It was incredibly intense.

As my orgasm subsided, Ben slowed his thrusting to a very gentle pace. I suppose this took some considerable self-control. I'm betting he wanted, at that moment, to keep thrusting hard and fill me with his jism. But he was being considerate.

For a few minutes, I just floated in ecstasy. I suppose at first I would have very much liked to just roll over and go to sleep. But Lynn pulled my head down to her and kissed me, first tenderly and then with increasing passion. Ben's gentle massaging of my ass began to pick up in tempo. And then it was my turn to be considerate.

I pushed myself back up to my hands and knees, even though that took my lips away from Lynn's. I had a mission. I was going to fuck Ben's cock like it had never been fucked before. I began to thrust back in sync with Ben's thrusting. He realized at once that I was back to consciousness and he knew that, even though my need for my own orgasm had been sated, I needed his orgasm now.

It was as if a car that had been idling was brought slowly but forcefully up to full throttle. Ben held my hips tightly and worked his cock in and out of my ass with every-quickening thrusts. For my part, I pushed back to meet him, and I found myself moaning out loud. My moans and 'oh, my God's weren't for show. I was consumed with a different kind of passion than I'd felt when Lynn had brought me to my own orgasm. It was different, but it was no less intense in its own way.

Ben was building to his orgasm. I wasn't saying anything out loud but I heard my internal dialogue very clearly. I was saying, "Oh, my God"...well, I said that part out loud..."Oh, my God, fuck me...fuck me...I want your cum...please give me your cum...Oh, my God." Over and over again.

Though Ben couldn't hear my pleading, he felt me urging him to a climax. When he came, it was explosive. He roared and clenched my hips so that he could bury his seed deep in my loins. I felt him pump and pump, shot after shot of cum deep in my bowels. I had no idea that being fucked in the ass could feel so wonderful.

When Ben ceased his thrusting, I gently milked his cock with my ass, squeezing tightly as I moved off his softening cock and relaxing as I pushed back. I was using my ass muscles to coax every last drop of his cum into my rectum. I don't know why I wanted this so much; but I did. Sometimes it doesn't matter whether you understand why you want something. It's enough that you do.

When Ben was completely spent, he collapsed on me and then to the side. I collapsed on to Lynn. You know how a guy usually tries to keep his full weight off of a woman? I was too exhausted to even think about that. I was just lying on her, full force. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, Lynn seemed extraordinarily happy for being the only person in the room who hadn't just had an orgasm.

At some point, I rolled off of Lynn and fell asleep. I didn't sleep all that soundly. I woke up a few times. Each time I did, I replayed the night's final scene in my mind and, when I did, I clenched my ass and thought about Ben's cum still buried deep in me. Then I'd drift off again for a few hours.

One of the times I woke, I reached out and caressed Lynn. She was awake, too. We fondled each other for a while and then, she turned to me, kissed me, and said, "I love you so much!" And I told her I loved her too. It was in incredibly intimate moment between us, not in the least diminished by the presence of another person, now sleeping soundly, in our marital bed.



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