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"You want WHAT?!?!"

Lynn was more shocked than angry, I thought, but I wasn't sure. I needed to tread lightly.

"Well, I just thought ..." Then I sort of sputtered.

"You just thought it would be fun to have a three-way with your wife and some hussy. That's what you 'just thought'!"

"No ..." But I didn't know now to go on from there because that's exactly what I thought. "I mean, I thought that maybe we should do something to spice up our sex life."

"So, sex just with me isn't good anymore."

"That's not what I meant." And that was the truth. Sex with Lynn was still good, but there was no denying that we'd lost some of that sizzle that we'd had at first. Playing light bondage games and so forth had rekindled the initial excitement for a while, but then that had gotten to seem kind of old. "But you know that we've kind of gotten in a rut. I was just looking for something to stir things up a little to make things a bit more daring and exciting for both of us."

Lynn paused for a moment and I entertained the thought that she was considering it. I guess she was, but her response wasn't what I'd expected. I wasn't sure what I expected, though. Maybe she would laugh in my face and dismiss it out of hand. That seemed likely. Maybe she would be angry and hurt for a long time and make it clear that I was never to even hint at such a thing again. That seemed even more likely. But maybe, and this is the thought that I was allowing myself to entertain...just maybe, she was considering agreeing to it. She'd once confessed that she and a college roommate had "fooled around a little." She'd told me in a light way, indicating that she'd kind of liked it. Maybe the prospect of a threesome with an attractive woman held some interest for her. But she didn't respond in any of those ways.

"You're right," she began calmly. "We have let our sex life get a little stale. Maybe we do need to make things a bit more...what did you say?..."daring and exciting."

So far, so good. I was beginning to think this could work.

"So, let's spice things up with a threesome."

"Jesus Christ," I thought, "she's going to do it."

"Let's find some really attractive, sexy,"-she paused as if looking for another adjective but then went on-"guy to fill out the threesome."

Guy?! GUY?! What the heck was she talking about? That wasn't what I was suggesting.

"What's the matter mister our-sex-life-has-gotten-stale-and-we-need-to-shake-it-up-a-bit? Don't you think we need to make our sex life more daring and exciting? Didn't you think a threesome would do that?"

"But, I wasn't thinking ..."

"I guess not," Lynn said pleased with herself for catching me in a blatant gender inconsistency. I was a 21st Century post-patriarchal male-at least that's how I talked. Now she'd caught me in a very hackneyed sexist position. I appeared to be saying that what's good for the goose isn't good for the gander.

"Well, I mean ..." I was trying to recover now. "I just hadn't thought of that."

"So now you have," she said looking at me intently. "What do you think of it?"

What I thought was that this was a test. I didn't think Lynn was really interested in a threesome with another guy. What she was interested in was whether I was willing to agree to it if she was interested in that. And, maybe because I was still clinging to the hope that she might agree to my kind of threesome, I decided to say, "Well, sure, honey. If that's something you really want."

Okay, now I'd shown that I'd be willing to do a threesome with two men if that was what Lynn wanted-which I was sure she didn't. She should now agree that she would do a threesome with two women if that's what I wanted-which I did.

"Great!"

"What?!" I thought, while trying to look composed.

"I'll find the guy and get it set up."

She wasn't going to go through with this. It was still a test. It was just a longer test than I'd thought it was going to be. I couldn't say 'no'. That would concede her point and make the prospect of my kind of threesome forever impossible. Let her test away for a while. She wouldn't go through with it.

"Okay. That's fine," I said, not feeling like it was fine at all.

Over the next few weeks, I saw no steps toward the arrangement Lynn had said she'd make. She wasn't going to do anything about it. I was feeling as if I could raise the issue again, after she'd had plenty of time to test my willingness and, when I did, she'd feel pressure to go along with my idea. After all, I'd been willing to go along with hers.

"And, what if she did do it," I thought with hubris (after I was convinced that she wouldn't). "It could be kind of interesting." I wasn't worried that Lynn wanted someone else more than me. I'm not really the jealous type and Lynn didn't do anything to provoke such feelings. "Lots of guys had fantasies of seeing their wives fuck another guy," I thought. I'd never understood why this was true. But I had to admit that I'd had those fantasies myself. "What would it be like to watch Lynn open her thighs for another man's cock? To watch her cum from another man's shaft pumping her cunt?" With false bravado, I convinced myself that I could not only handle it-I would find it exciting. I imagined how hard and aggressively I'd fuck her after the other guy was finished with her. I fantasized about accosting her repeatedly for weeks after the ménage a trios, pressuring her to pleasure me with her cunt or her mouth and taunting her by saying things like, "Come on. You did it for ... whatever the guy's name was. You liked sucking on his cock (or having his cock in your cunt, or whatever I wanted then). Now you're going to do mine." Somehow, I imagined that I would have leverage to demand things from her that I couldn't normally.

I thought so much along these lines that I'd almost convinced myself that I'd relish the prospect of a three-way Lynn's way.

But when Lynn came home one Thursday and announced-casually, over dinner-that the two of us had a date with Ben on Saturday night, my confidence was shaken. It's easy to be hypothetically brave. Courage in the face of a reality is more difficult.

What could I say, though? At the moment, I couldn't think of anything. It crossed my mind that "Ben" might not be a real person. This might be a final test of my willingness. But something in Lynn's look made me doubt this conjecture. Still, I didn't have a clever response that would defuse the situation. I'd agreed, apparently sincerely, to Lynn's proposal. I didn't know how to back out now. I muttered something non-committal, hoping that, if this wasn't just the last step in Lynn's testing of me, I'd find some way to stop this from happening without losing my credibility.

By Friday night, it had become very clear to me that Ben was quite real and Lynn had every intention of going through with this. And I'd found no non-weasely way to back out of it. I felt like I was a passenger on a train that was headed for a destination I really didn't want to visit. But I had no way to stop the train.

The discussion Friday night revolved around Ben: where she had met him; what he was like; how she had broached the topic to him. Lynn addressed this last issue lightly. "You know," she said with a giggle, "it's surprisingly easy to get a guy to agree to a threesome with some other guy's wife, at least once she convinces him that the other guy's not going to go after him with a shotgun."

Well, that comment, more than anything else, convinced me that I was not okay with this. Somehow it made me feel like this guy, Ben, was getting something for free. And that the something he was getting was mine. It was like Lynn had said, "You know, it's surprisingly easy to get a guy to agree to take something great from some sucker who's dumb enough to give it away."

But I'd still found no way to back out gracefully, or even ungracefully but with my integrity intact. The train was moving inexorably toward a destination I was dreading.

I didn't sleep a whole lot that night. I tried to recover my bravado-without much success. What had happened to the "Whoa, I wouldn't mind watching Lynn cum on another man's cock" reaction? I wasn't feeling it.

All day Saturday, Lynn cleaned up the house. I didn't help. I'd begun to accept the fact that this was going to happen. But I didn't have to be a collaborator in the preparations. I watched a football game while she worked, but I confess that I couldn't concentrate on it-especially when Lynn was changing the sheets on our bed. ("Our bed?!" Could it ever really be OUR bed again after tonight?)

Lynn had planned for us to "get to know each other" before we got to know each other in the biblical sense. So, she'd invited Ben over for 6:00 for drinks, then dinner, and then...

The bastard wasn't late. I guess he was eager to that take that "something great from the sucker who was dumb enough to give it away."

Ben was a good looking guy. On the one hand, I guess that made me a little jealous. On the other, I think it would have been even worse if I'd had to watch Lynn get fucked by some repugnant creep.

I'd resolved to dislike Ben. After a few drinks and then over dinner, I found that I liked him despite my resolve. He wasn't an asshole. He was a nice enough guy. It really seemed as if his take on this wasn't that he was taking advantage of a sucker but that he was playing a part in a sexual fantasy that both Lynn and I shared. I don't mean that he was some sort of altruist, doing both of us a favor out of the kindness of his heart. It was clear that his actions were motivated by another organ entirely. But he didn't seem like he was exploiting either of us and he wasn't acting like a bull who was cuckolding me.

This made it easier for me. And I realized that I would make things worse if I acted like a victimized cuckold. The best path out of this for me was to go along with grace. By the end of dinner, surprisingly, I felt better. I'd even flirted with images of Lynn sucking Ben's cock and Ben pounding her pussy. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

My newfound comfort-or maybe it was just more false bravado-didn't result in me being completely comfortable when dinner came to an end and Lynn said, "Why don't we adjourn to the bedroom?" Ben got up right away. Sure, he was eager to get on with it. I got up, too. I'm sure my feelings were much more mixed than his, but I counted it as progress that my feelings were, at least, mixed now. The idea of seeing Lynn fucked by another guy did hold some attractions for me.

I offered to pour Lynn and Ben a drink, but they declined. I felt as if I needed something, though, and poured myself a Bourbon. We all headed down the hall. When we got to the bedroom, Lynn indicated that we should begin with me sitting down and watching her and Ben get the ball rolling. This actually seemed like a relief to me. I could nurse my drink and just watch. I didn't have to be involved in any way.

Lynn stood very close to Ben, next to the bed, and he kissed her. Surprisingly, I think the kiss was especially difficult for me. Over the past week or two, I'd fantasized about Lynn taking another guy's cock in her cunt or mouth. But I hadn't thought about her kissing the guy. I don't know why. I guess I should have realized that this would be part of the package. But this seemed more intimate than fucking. I was relieved when they moved on to more sexual contact.

Ben's hands were all over Lynn. I could imagine what he was feeling-hell, I could remember how it had felt to me when I'd first felt Lynn's gorgeous body. I knew that his heart was pounding with excitement. I couldn't see his crotch now, but I was sure that his cock was hardening as his hands caressed Lynn's full breasts and round ass.

When Lynn moved away from Ben slightly in order to cop her own feel, I could see the tenting in his pants. Lynn's hand moved along the outline of a rigid cock. My own cock hardened and I felt the thrill that I'd only read about before-the thrill of seeing your wife excite, and be excited by, another man.

I don't know whether Lynn had been looking forward eagerly to this moment. I still wondered whether this was more of a test of my willingness to have a role-reversal of what I had initially proposed. Clearly, it was a test she was willing to take all the way. But she might not really have been eager for this experience. Whether she'd been anticipating this with relish or not, she was clearly enjoying it now. I guess one thing that makes a woman feel powerful is her ability to provoke desire-lust-in a man. Lynn could see, and now feel in a very concrete way, that she had that power over Ben. I watched as her hand stroked up and down over his hard cock that was now, as a result of her manipulations, sticking straight up inside his slacks.

Lynn struggled a bit with Ben's zipper, but finally she had it down and was fishing through his fly for his cock. While she was doing that, Ben was unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out from her skirt. He found the hook and zipper of her skirt and quickly unfastened these, too. Soon Lynn was standing in only her high heels and her bra and panties, a matching set of power blue, lacey lingerie.

I think Lynn decided to give up on the idea of just fishing Ben's cock out. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and, while Ben got his shirt off, Lynn pulled both his pants and underpants down to his ankles in one motion, sitting on the bed before him as she did this. Ben kicked off his shoes and worked his socks and pants off while Lynn stroked his cock.

Ben stood in front of Lynn, completely naked, with his dick hard and aimed right at her mouth. Lynn stroked his cock gently, looking at it closely before taking it in her mouth. "Shit," I thought, "I should be angry, jealous, hurt or something." But all I felt was incredible lust. I hadn't had such an urgent hardon in years. I wrestled my cock out and began stroking it. I didn't want to cum now. Well, I WANTED to cum a lot, but doing that now would undermine my other plans-my plans to cum hard in Lynn's freshly fucked pussy. But I needed to feel something around my cock and it felt good to hold myself-I was so hard and hot.

Both Lynn and Ben had their eyes closed, reveling in the sensations they were feeling. I couldn't close mine. For me, the visual sensations were the focus of my attention. I watched Lynn's lips stretch around Ben's hard cock. I'd read stories where the husband now confesses that his wife's lover's cock was so much bigger than his-that he felt so inadequate compared to this bull that was cuckolding him. That wasn't true here. Ben's cock was about the same size as mine. Probably it felt about the same in Lynn's mouth as mine did. But I think that women, no less than men, like a little "strange" from time to time. I mean, Lynn seemed remarkably into what she was doing. She was enjoying the feeling of power she held over this relative stranger as much as he was enjoying her moist lips tightly surrounding his hard shaft.

Neither Lynn nor Ben wanted this to go to a climax. They each had other plans-plans that meshed nicely with one another. Lynn pulled back and looked up at Ben. Ben pushed her down on the bed and knelt on the floor between her calves. He leaned toward her and brought his lips to her crotch. I watched as he placed his lips against the satiny blue fabric of her panties and blew his warm breath against her cunt. Lynn writhed and moaned.

Ben worked his way up Lynn's body, kissing and licking her abdomen along the way. When his lips reached her rib cage, just below her bra, he pulled back, grabbing her hands and pulling both of them up to stand at the foot of the bed. He kissed Lynn again and, while their lips were locked and their tongues were entwined, he unfastened her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulder.

Standing back so he could get a good look at her body, Ben gazed at Lynn's small, but full, breasts admiringly. He cupped one breast in a hand and massaged it gently. Then, moving closer to Lynn, he bent slightly and took her other breast in his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the nipple, which I knew would be hardening in his mouth. Lynn had her head leaned back with her eyes closed. She had her hands on the back of Ben's head, urging him on.

I'm not sure whether it was because Lynn exerted any pressure with her hands or not, but Ben sank slowly to his knees, which brought his mouth to the level of Lynn's stomach. He leaned down slowly and again blew hot air against Lynn's mound. As he did this, he hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties and slowly eased them down over her hips and down her thighs. His mouth went back to its target, but now there was more than hot air stimulating Lynn's clitoris. Ben's lips and tongue had found that tender tidbit of flesh and were having an obvious effect on it.

Lynn doesn't shave her crotch but she has a naturally tiny and neat pubic area and her hair is extremely soft. It was clear that Ben liked what he saw...and tasted. He used his thumbs to pull her labia apart slightly to get better access to her clitoris and flicked his tongue across it with ever-quickening motions.

One of the things that amazed me when Lynn and I first began going out was how incredibly wet she got when she was excited. This chick certainly didn't need any artificial lubricant. She would almost flow freely with sweet nectar when you licked her cunt. Ben was experiencing that now. I could see his tongue running against the slick sides of her nether lips and then back to her now hard clitoris.

Women are different from men, of course. And one of the ways they are different is that, for most of them, there's no reason to hold back from an orgasm during what might otherwise be foreplay. I saw Lynn shudder slightly while Ben was teasing her clitoris. I knew she'd had an orgasm. Not a crashing, knee-weakening, "I have to collapse" kind of orgasm, but one of her gentle but highly pleasurable orgasms that seemed only to intensify those that were still to come.

Ben led Lyn back to the bed and laid her down gently. He lay next to her, kissing her and caressing her body eagerly with his hands. Lynn stroked his cock again, though it needed no attention from her hands to be completely rigid. Ben rolled her onto her back and Lynn lay there, legs slightly apart, inviting him to take her.

I think they were oblivious to my presence throughout this. They certainly didn't seem to be doing anything for show. And neither one ever looked over at me-at least that I noticed. They were two lovers lost in their first sweet sexual encounter.

Ben climbed on top of Lynn and I watched as this guy I'd met only a few hours ago very gently pressed his stiff pole slowly into my wife's hungry cunt. They looked into each other's eyes as they both savored the sensation of him entering her millimeter by millimeter.

Lynn's legs were bent, with her knees up on either side of Ben's hips. I watched as his pelvis began rocking in slow, long arcs, driving his cock in and out of Lynn's sopping pussy. From time to time, he would pull up from her so that he could watch as her breasts flowed up and down across her rib cage to the motion of his fucking.

At first, Lynn's hands were along Ben's sides, holding him gently, urging him on. But as Ben's thrusting become more violent, Lyn's hands went down to the sheets, which she grabbed tightly as her sexual tension increased. Both of them were in the throes of lust, Ben pounding relentlessly as deeply in Lynn as was physically possible and Lynn urging him to fuck her even harder.

Throughout their fucking, I'd been stroking my cock, which seemed only to get harder and harder. This was the most incredibly intense sexual passion I'd felt for as long as I could remember. I had to be careful not to cum as I stroked myself, but I enjoyed the feeling of my hand gripping my cock tightly and stroking it just short of the point of inevitability of an orgasm.

Lynn and Ben weren't trying to stop short of an orgasm. Lynn was crying out in ecstasy from a crashing orgasm, which just egged Ben on to fuck her even harder, which just made her orgasm even harder. It was a wonderfully virtuous circle, for them at least, which was broken only when Ben, finally unable to hold back, roared loudly as he pumped surge after surge of cum deep in Lynn's cunt.

It was truly incredible to watch this scene of extreme sexual passion. I'd felt such passion, of course. But it was quite different to sit in a chair stroking your bursting cock while watching two other people engaged in this sort of lustful scene. And, the fact that it was my wife who was so eagerly taking this other guy's cock and cum just intensified the feeling.

The climax was passed; the two lovers lay exhausted, sweaty, with their bodies entangled, lost in their euphoria. I knew that this was my cue. I stood up, looking at the adulterous, but erotic, scene in our marital bed. I stripped off my clothes. By the time I was completely naked, Ben had rolled off of Lynn. Both were still breathing heavily, but they were now uncoupled. Lynn's legs were spread. I could see how puffy and red her cunt lips were. And I thought I could see Ben's cum begin to dribble out of her cunt.

I couldn't take it anymore. Lynn had given me no sign that I was welcome-she was still in her post-orgasmic rapture-but I didn't care. I was going to fuck her sloppy, adulterous cunt hard. My cock had waited long enough. Its needs wouldn't be denied any longer.

Climbing onto Lynn, I shoved my rigid cock hard into her cunt. Normally, the force with which I entered her would hurt her, at least a little. But she was so wet and slippery with her own juices and Ben's copious cum that my cock slid in with no resistance. I watched Lynn's face closely as I rammed my cock into her cunt. She didn't feel any discomfort. Quite the contrary. She seemed to love the feeling of being filled with a hot, hungry cock again.

I wasn't angry, but I fucked Lynn like I was. My thrusts were hard and deep. I wanted to bang her harder than she'd ever been banged. I wanted to reach deeper into her cunt than any man ever had before. I wanted to fuck her to an ecstatic orgasm that dwarfed any she'd ever experienced-especially the one she'd just had. That's what I wanted. But what I did was to shoot my wad after less than a minute of fucking Lynn.

And when I say 'shoot my wad' I mean: blast a load of cum like none I can remember ever doing. I wasn't bringing Lynn to an orgasm, but I was having the orgasm of a lifetime myself. I roared loudly and pumped over and over again-five, six, seven times shooting stream after stream of semen into her sloppy cunt to join the load Ben had already left there.

When I finished shooting my wad, I continued to slip my rapidly softening cock between her warm wet lips until it was so flaccid that it slipped out.

Needless to say, I hadn't brought Lynn to another orgasm. 'Humiliated' might be too strong a word, but I was certainly embarrassed by my poor performance-especially immediately following Ben's star performance (which would have been a hard act to follow in any case). And it was worse, of course, to do it while he looked on.

As I lay on Lynn, spent and now impotent, she placed her hands on my shoulders and I felt the slightest pressure downward. I didn't resist. I moved down between her thighs. Her labia were even redder and puffier than before. I may not have pounded her long, but I did pound her hard. And I could see a drop of thick, white fluid oozing from between her lips. First a drop, and then a trickle.

I leaned in-strangely, without hesitation-to bring my tongue to that stream of semen. 'Strangely', I say, because, though I'd often licked Lynn's cunt, I'd never done it after shooting my load in it. Now, without pressure or hesitation, I was willingly lapping up not only my own cum, but that of another man-indeed, that of a man who'd proven himself a much better lover for Lynn than I'd been tonight.

Once I began, these thoughts cleared from my mind. I was lost in an incredibly perverted sort of self-abnegating pleasure. I needed to make Lynn cum and I was willing to debase myself, even in front of her lover, to do that.

My nose was filled with the scent of semen and the taste filled my mouth. Not just the taste-the actual quantity of semen was enough to fill my mouth, too. I swallowed what I'd licked up several times and still more ran from Lynn's lower lips.

When the flow finally slowed, I focused my energy directly on Lynn's clitoris. She was responding with surprising enthusiasm given how drained she seemed after Ben had finished fucking her to an intense orgasm. She'd come back to life and her hips were writhing in response the touch of my tongue on her tender tab. Lynn raised her hips and I slipped my hands under her tight little butt so I could pull her crotch hard into my face.

I licked Lynn like a person possessed and soon she was teetering on the edge of a huge orgasm. I could tell I'd taken her up a long path to a very high altitude and she was about to begin a blissful free-fall into ecstasy. The impending explosion of sexual release just urged me to more intense stimulation of her clitoris.

When Lynn came, it was like a volcanic eruption. Her body spasmed uncontrollably and she screamed out with pleasure. Her hips were bucking so violently that I had to pull away to avoid a bloody nose. Finally, she settled down and, moving up just slightly, I was able to rest my head just above her pubic bone.

By chance, I lay my head down facing Ben. He was lying on his side, no doubt looking at us. I couldn't see his face without looking up, which I had no intention of doing. What I was facing was his cock. It wasn't hard again yet, but it had a fullness that signaled that he'd been aroused by what he'd been watching. As I looked at his cock, which had given Lynn so much pleasure (though not as much as my tongue just had, I reminded myself), I wondered what he might be thinking. I didn't know. Hell, I didn't know what I thought about what had just happened.

Lynn, who had recovered somewhat, pulled me up to her and kissed me deeply. I found this very reassuring and I kissed her back with heartfelt tenderness, knowing that she could taste the cum-both my own and Ben's-that still lingered in my mouth.

After a while, Lynn suggested that we all get some sleep. I hadn't expected Ben to be spending the night but the invitation was already out there and he had accepted before I thought of a way to cancel it. Each of us took our turn taking a leak in the bathroom and then Lynn suggested that we'd sleep better if we had a shower to wash off the sweat we'd worked up. I realized that Lynn meant that we should all take a shower together in our rather large, walk-in shower. I didn't know what I thought of that, but it was settled without my input.

As it turned out, the shower was nice. We washed each other, Ben and I washing Lynn and she returning the favor for both of us. When it became clear that she was not treating me any differently than Ben, I was further reassured. She washed us both gently, lovingly even. And I knew then that for me it was genuine lovingness; for Ben, it was a pleasant fondness for the passionate intimacy they had shared. I watched, without jealousy or humiliation, as she gently soaped Ben's cock. It was a nice cock, much like mine, though it had performed its duties much better than mine had tonight.

Lynn's hand slathering soap on our cocks made both of us hard. She liked that-at one point, stroking one cock with each hand in rhythm. She rinsed both of our cocks and led us to the back of the shower where she sat on the seat and took first me, and then Ben, into her mouth. She alternated between the two of us, stroking the other with her hand. Partly because of the shifting between a blow job and a hand job, and partly because we'd both cum so recently, it took a while before she'd brought us both to the precipice of our orgasms. No one minded. Ben and I were enjoying the wonderful sensations of Lynn's mouth and soft hands, and Lynn was enjoying the juggling task of pleasing two men at once.

Ben came first. He put his hands on the back of Lynn's head, not to try to hold her there-she obviously had no intention of moving away-but more to steady himself while he shot his semen deep in Lynn's mouth. While Ben was filling her mouth, Lynn's stroking of me became irregular. She would jerk a long stroke and then seem to forget about me for a moment. Then she would jerk me again. But I wasn't having any trouble staying hard and I wasn't moving away from the edge of my own orgasm. I had to consciously hold back so I didn't wind up spurting into thin air instead of between Lynn's lovely lips.

After Ben had settled down, Lynn let go of his cock completely and turned her full attention to my full member. She cupped my balls and began pumping my shaft in earnest. I put my hands on her head, guiding her and indicating the perfect tempo of her motions. And then I came-hard and long-shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum into Lynn's mouth, there to mix with whatever remnants there were of Ben's load before Lynn swallowed.

Lynn got up and kissed me passionately. This time, it was me getting the final remains of the taste of cum from Lynn.

We dried off and headed for the bed. We slept together, all naked, with Lynn in the middle. I think we all fell asleep quickly; I know I did. I slept soundly until sometime in the wee hours of the morning.

I'm not sure what awoke me but I gradually became aware that I was spooning with Lynn. It felt nice to have her tight little buttocks caressing my cock, which had become hard again either from a nighttime woody or from dreams of last night.

Suddenly, though, I became aware that my arm, stretched across Lynn's body, was reaching over to Ben who was sleeping very close to Lynn and facing her. And my hand was around Ben's cock! I pulled back instinctively, but with enough control that I didn't startle either of them from their sleep.

What the hell was my hand doing there? I told myself that it was just happenstance. I'd put my arm around Lynn, as I often do when we sleep, and Ben had just happened to be where my hand lay. But when I was certain that neither of them had roused in the slightest, I reached back to touch Ben's dick. I hadn't touched another guy's penis since I was a p*****n at a sleepover where we engaged in pre-pubescent naughtiness that, on reflection, was pretty innocent-the sort of "truth or dare" games that resulted in one k** having to stand up and display his little dick to the others or touch another k**'s dick in front of everyone.

To tell the truth, it felt nice to hold Ben's cock in my hand. I wasn't the only one with a stiffy. Ben's cock was fully erect. It felt very warm and both hard and soft at the same time-the shaft was hard under the skin, but the skin was remarkably soft. Raising my head slightly, I could see Ben's face in the dim moonlight streaming through the window. He had the slack expression of a sound sleeper. I stroked his cock gently, ready to pull away at the first sign of wakefulness. It wasn't necessary; he was dead to the world, at least at the level of conscious awareness. But as I stroked him, I saw his expression change. A smile crept across his face and I felt his hips begin to move slightly.

Leaning a little more forward, I was able to get my hand down under his ball sack and touch the sensitive skin behind it with the tips of my fingers, while I felt his balls fill my hand. That made Ben twitch and I feared that I would wake him up. So I went back to just holding his cock gently. I fell back asleep that way. I certainly didn't intend to. What if Ben, or Lynn, had woken up while my hand was around Ben's cock? That would have been terrible. But apparently they didn't.

When I woke up again, it was because Lynn was crawling over me to go to the bathroom. When she was gone, I looked at the clock. 4:00 am! Shit! I needed to sleep more. I closed my eyes and was practically asleep again before Lynn came back to the bed. When she returned, she didn't crawl over me to get back in the middle. Instead, she curled up behind me, spooning with me. I wasn't sure that liked being face-to-face with Ben, without Lynn in the middle. But I certainly liked the feeling of her soft hand encircling my cock.

I dozed off with her arm wrapped around my body and her hand wrapped around my dick. I was in a very deep sleep I guess. I began to rouse, with no sense of how long I'd been asleep, when I felt Lynn pushing me down in the bed. She'd gotten me pushed down pretty far while I was sound asleep, because by the time I was awake enough to open my eyes, my face was even with Ben's waist. He was sleeping mostly on his back, but turned about a quarter of the way toward me, and his cock, still erect with a nighttime woody, was pointing straight toward me.

I was groggy-still more asleep than awake. I didn't feel shock or alarm. The whole experience felt like a dream to me. Without thinking, and responding to the gentle guidance of Lynn's hands on the back of my head, I brought my lips to Ben's cock. This was a strange experience. My state of semi-consciousness made the experience seem unreal to me, but the sensation of Ben's helmet pressing against, and then between, my lips was extremely vivid-almost preternaturally real.

It wasn't really a blow job I was giving. It was more like an oral caress. And, surprisingly, it wasn't unpleasant for me. I brought one hand up to encircle the base of Ben's cock as I gently fellated him. And then, moments later, I brought my other hand up and cupped his balls.

I'm not sure when he awoke. But at some point he did. I was now fully awake, too. For me, getting into this from a half-waking state was probably the only way it would happen. Now that I was fully awake, I was already engaged in it and I didn't find it unpleasant-quite the contrary. I found that waking up with a hard dick in your mouth was actually pleasant. And, of course, (to look at it from Ben's perspective) I knew well that waking up with your dick in someone's mouth was incredibly pleasant.

I felt Ben's hands on the back of my head. It was a gentle, guiding touch, indicating the tempo he found most pleasing. I complied more than willingly.

Lynn was shifting her position now. I didn't know what she was doing at first but, when she got situated, I realized that she had moved up so that she could kiss Ben. Maybe this should have made me jealous; but it didn't. Instead, it heightened the eroticism of the moment. I set about my task with greater relish.

What started as an oral caress was now a very serious blow job. Ben was turned on his side completely, thrusting his hips gently in synchrony with the motion of my lips on his hard shaft. I was pumping the base of his cock with one hand and gently massaging his nuts with the other. I was working him to an orgasm. And my own cock was incredibly hard, too. I turned slightly so that I could rub it gently on the sheet while I was attending to Ben's cock.

Lynn and Ben were kissing passionately. I could hear both of them moaning and gasping for breath when their lips broke momentarily. And then the breathing was muted again as their lips locked and they explored each other's mouth with their tongues.

As Ben grew closer to an orgasm, I moved my hand from his balls. I worked it between his thighs so that I could grasp his buttock and press him to me throughout his orgasm.

And then he exploded in my mouth. This was a novel experience for me. Well, the whole thing was novel, of course. But the sensation of a cock shooting its load deep in my mouth-jet after jet hitting the back of my throat, filling my mouth, forcing me to swallow-it was something I'd never imagined. I realized that it's not easy to keep from coughing or gagging. And, for just a moment, I felt my stomach wretch.

Then, somehow, I managed to relax. I realized that this didn't hurt and I could still breathe. I was able to taste and feel Ben's cum and it wasn't bad-a little slimy, I guess, but not bad. Then I remembered that this wasn't my first taste of another man's cum. But somehow, licking it from Lynn's cunt was different. I controlled that. Now, I felt a bit like a k** with his mouth around a hose.

Ben's spasms slowed and I swallowed the final remnants of semen in my mouth. He clearly didn't want any sensations from his cock now; it was too sensitive. I knew that feeling; I have the same reaction immediately after I cum. But I didn't release his cock. Instead, I just held my lips around his softening shaft very gently and without any motion. It was nice to feel the wilting of what had, moments before, been pistoning strongly in my mouth. I pulled my hand back from Ben's ass to cup his balls again-those balls that I'd just drained so completely.

Finally, I let go, feeling Ben's spent dick slip from my lips. He twitched in response to the sensation and rolled onto his back. I did, too, but in a somewhat different state than Ben. He was drained and relaxed, and his dick was soft and shrinking. I was tense and ready to explode, and my dick was lying hard, up against by belly button.

Lynn scooted down to kiss me. It was a loving and passionate kiss. And her hand worked its way down to my hard cock. I heard her moan with pleasure as she felt how hard my cock was. She stroked me while she kissed me and then her lips followed her hand. When she took me in her sweet mouth, I let out a long moan myself. Being careful not to take me over the edge, Lynn sucked gently, keeping me hard and intensely aroused.

Then Lynn climbed up on me and rode me cowgirl style. She was bouncing up and down on my very erect pole with great enthusiasm. We were fucking so hard that Ben, to avoid the rocking, got off the bed and sat in the chair to watch the action. Lynn rode me for a good five minutes and then said she wanted me to take her from behind. She got on all fours and I climbed behind her. Damn! What a nice invitation her sweet little ass made in this position.

I grabbed her hips and slid my cock into her sopping cunt in one hard stroke. She gasped with pleasure and began rocking back and forth on my cock while I slammed into her with all the force I had. In this position, Lynn usually liked to reach back under herself and stimulate her clitoris herself. And that's precisely what she did. Between my hard fucking of her pussy and her fingering on her clitoris, we brought her to two strong orgasms.

I pulled out and flipped her over on her back forcefully. I was in a frenzy of lust. I wanted to fuck Lynn hard in every position I could. But right now, more than anything, I wanted her on her back, with her legs spread wide to give me access to her sweet pussy.

I fucked her forcefully-I'd say 'violently' but there was no harm intended. What I intended to do was to bring her to the most incredible orgasm imaginable before shooting my load deep in her. And that's what I did. She was almost screaming between gasps for breath. Her hands were around my sides, with her fingernails clawing into me. I was going to have deep scratches there, to be sure. But right now I could hardly feel it-I was so focused on the sensations of fucking Lynn with such intense lust.

When Lynn came, I quit holding back. I rammed into her deeply and pumped shot after shot of seed deep in her womb. It was in incredible orgasm for both of us.
We collapsed on the bed just as dawn was breaking. Lynn encouraged Ben to come back to bed and we all slept, very soundly I think, until nearly 10:00.

There was no coda in the morning. I think we all felt as if it would be anti-climactic. The morning was pretty prosaic: getting dressed, making coffee and warming up some pastries that Lynn had bought in preparation for our morning after, saying 'goodbyes'-or should I say 'farewells', since it was obvious that we would be getting back together again.

The most surprising thing was that all this was done with great comfort on everyone's part, even mine. The goodbye part was a little awkward, I guess. Lynn hugged and kissed Ben at the door. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but it was more than a "cousin kiss". Then Ben turned to me. It was awkward for both of us. We couldn't just ignore each other at this parting moment. He couldn't thank me; that would seem too much like gratitude for letting him fuck my wife-or, worse, gratitude for sucking him off so well this morning. I couldn't thank him, of course. What do you do? Neither of us had a script for this moment.

Finally, Ben stuck out his hand and I shook it firmly. We didn't say anything at all. We just looked at each other, acknowledging our inability to find the right words. Ben turned and walked out to his car.

Lynn turned to me and just looked at me, deeply, for a moment. I think she was trying to figure out what I was feeling. Good luck with that! I wasn't sure what I was feeling. At least, I wasn't sure what my dominant feelings were. On the one hand, I'd just been complicit in my wife's fucking another man-an attractive man whom she obviously enjoyed fucking. And then I'd embarrassed myself before humbling myself by sucking both his and my cum from my wife's sloppy cunt. Then, I'd made myself a cocksucker for that man and given him a blow job that would, I'm sure, be remembered by both of us for the rest of our lives. On the other hand, I'd had three powerful orgasms and I'd given my wife the fucking of her life in front of the same guy I'd embarrassed myself before last night. And, perhaps surprisingly, it seemed that throughout all of it, I hadn't lost Lynn's love or respect.

As I looked at Lynn's beautiful face, reconfirming my feeling that she both loved and respected me as much as she had before, I realized that my mental separation of these events into the "on the one hand" and "on the other hand" lists was a false division. In fact, with the reassurance of Lynn's feelings for me, I decided that, as they say, "It was all good!"

With that, I smiled unselfconsciously. Seeing my smile, Lynn beamed, threw her arms around me and said, "Let's go back to bed and fuck all day!"

And we did.

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