Discovering that I enjoyed sex with Paul had me in a quandary. I was totally fine with sucking and fucking him for the past week, but I was feeling guilty too. Not because of what I had been doing with Paul, but that I did it without my wife’s knowledge. I had never cheated on Marge and I had never intended to either. In my mind there was no justifying what I had done. Having sex with anyone other than my wife without her permission was clearly cheating.

Paul and I had completed the job we were sent to do in minimum time. We got up early Saturday morning, checked out of the hotel and were on the road by seven o’clock. The day was going to be sunny and cool, perfect for traveling the hours long trip home. The miles rolled by without my noticing. I was thankful that Paul had volunteered to drive because my mind was in turmoil debating how to handle the situation. Should I tell her. Should I not.

Paul must have known what was going on in my head because he never pressed me for conversation and we spent most of the trip in silence. The only respite I had from my contemplation was when we stopped for lunch.

My dilemma got no better the closer we got to home. Sure, it was just sex with Paul and I could tell myself that I hadn’t been running around trying to score a piece of ass from another woman. That just didn’t ring true though. Even though I had no intentions to cheat last Sunday night in the hotel lounge when I had been dancing with several women, the hard-on I was sporting while dancing with our waitress didn’t appear on it’s own. I had been flirting with her from the time she seated us. Why had I done that?

Thinking back to that night I knew that the sexual arousal I experienced in the lounge was probably a big factor why when Paul made his advances I had not resisted. That combined with how aroused I got watching him masturbate his awesome cock contributed to my choice.

I had had a choice when we got back to our room too. My choice had been to have sex with him and I knew it was cheating. I thought about it for all the hours and miles of our trip home. Even as I lay prone on the truck seat with my head in Paul’s lap sucking his cock, I knew I was cheating on Marge. I just couldn’t help myself.

I dropped Paul at his place and headed home. When I got there I still didn’t know what to do. Or rather I did know but was afraid of what Marge’s response would be. It was quite the situation I found myself in. I greeted Marge with kisses and a squeeze of an ass cheek. I even enthusiastically agreed when she intimated that sex was on the agenda for later.

I realized I was very turned on by the prospect of sex with Marge. It had been weeks since we had been sexually intimate and we both seemed primed for a great night of sex. A week apart was turning out to be a good thing on more than one level. As I helped her with preparing dinner I told her all about the airport job. But of course, I left out my night time activities with Paul.

After supper I was sitting on the couch in our Great room nursing an adult beverage and thinking deeply about how this was all going to play out. As much as I was looking forward to sex with Marge, I knew I had to come clean about Paul first. Several scenarios were running though my head.

I loved Marge more than anything and didn’t want to lose her. We have a good marriage and I surely didn’t want it to end. I feared she would freak out and want to leave me when she found out I had cheated on her. Never mind that it was with a man.

I was hoping that she would understand when I told her about Paul. That she could except my bi-sexuality and forgive me for cheating. Until last Sunday night having sex with a man wasn’t even on my radar, but it was a part of me now and I wanted to share that with her.

Maybe that was my real dilemma. On one hand I did not want to cheat on her. On the other I wanted to have sex with Paul again. There was only one option and I knew it.

The only other scenario I could think of was that she might forgive my indiscretions, but demand I stay faithful and I didn’t know if I could do that. I thought I might miss sex with Paul too much.

I had no idea what the outcome of my confession was going to be. I just knew I had to fess up and face the consequences, whatever they turned out to be. I hoped our marriage could survive this.

I looked up when Marge walked into the room. She stood in front of me and said, “What’s got you in such a funk, Tom? You seem like something heavy is weighing on your mind.”

The moment had come. I dreaded the confrontation this was sure be become, but I saw no other choice now that I was directly asked for an explanation. I certainly didn’t want to lie to Marge and then try to explain the dodge later. I could see no way that the situation would get any better by putting it off so I decided to lay it all out. Tell her everything and beg her forgiveness. I sat my drink aside.

I reached up and took her hands in mine. She smiled. It broke my heart that I had to hurt her this way.

Our sex life might have been on life support, but we had always been faithful to each other. At least until now. From early in our relationship we had shared our sexual fantasies, but we never acted on them. The idea of one of us having sex with another person without the other there had surely never been discussed. And of course me sucking cock or taking one in my ass had never been a topic of discussion either.

“You are right,Marge. I am in a funk. Something happened this past week while I was out of town and it’s weighing heavy on me. I don’t believe you are going to like it either. It’s going to be hard for you to hear what I have to say, but please sit down and try to listen. Please try to wait until I’m finished before you react. I need to get this out and I’m not sure I can if you interrupt me.”

Marge sat down beside me with a very worried look on her face. “Tom, what in the world is going on here? You sound like the world is coming to an end.”

“It might be for us, honey. I just hope you can forgive me after you hear me out.” I took a deep breath and told her about the past week. I told her that Paul was bi-sexual and had helped me discover that I was too. Once I started talking I didn’t stop until I had told her everything.

I told her that I was not sorry for having sex with Paul and that I wanted to have sex with him again. That I hoped my bi-sexuality was not a turn off for her. That it could be a perfect opportunity to make our threesome fantasy a reality. I begged her to try and understand that this was all new to me too. That it was something I had not been seeking. I ended with a plea. “Please forgive my cheating and please don’t let this end our marriage. I love you, Marge and never want to lose you.”

Marge sat quietly on the couch facing me through my whole confession. Her expression was completely neutral revealing nothing of how this was affecting her. When I was finished talking she looked at me and smiled. Then she blew my mind.

“Oh my god, Tom. I can hardly believe what you just told me. I’m not mad or upset with you baby. In fact I find it incredibly hot. My pussy is dripping wet from listening to you describe your week with Paul. I would love to watch you doing the things you just told me about. We definitely have to talk some more about this, but right now we need to have sex.”

As she spoke she stood up and stripped naked. I could see her wetness glistening on her pussy lips when she sat back down and spread her legs. “Come here baby. Please eat my pussy. Your story has made me so fucking hot it won’t take much to make me cum. Then fuck me like we were teenagers.”

This was not the reaction I had imagined. I didn’t expect Marge to get so aroused listening to what I was telling her. I expected her to get mad or cry. To freak out and throw things. Storm out of the room. Cuss me out. Tell me to leave. Anything but what she was doing now.

Marge had never participated in our sexual activities at this level before. I found it arousing that she was telling me what she wanted in such lusty language. The fact that she was so turned on by the things I had just told her was incredible.

In spite of the situation my dick had gotten semi hard while I was retelling the events of the past week. Watching Marge laying back on the couch squeezing a tit with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other got me rock hard. I stopped worrying about the situation with me and Paul. I was so aroused all I wanted at that moment was to please Marge and do what she was asking of me.

I slid off the couch and kneeled down between her legs, putting her hot wet pussy directly in front of my face. Looking at Marge’s beautiful pussy I wanted to sink my tongue inside it as much as I wanted to have Paul’s cock filling my mouth. I wanted to sink my dick deep into the folds of her womanhood. I grabbed her hips to pull her to the edge of the couch, then kissed the insides of both her thighs. Her familiar muskiness filled my nostrils as I ran my tongue lightly through her labia. The taste of her juices was intoxicating.

“Stop teasing me, Tom. Eat my pussy. Come on, baby, let me feel your tongue. Then I want to feel every inch of your hard cock as it slips into me. It’s been so long since I felt that.”

My dick was constricted inside my jeans to the point of hurting. I released it from it’s denim prison before I buried my face in Marge’s pussy. Her wetness coated my lips. Marge grabbed my head pressing her pussy against my face. Within moments she was bucking her pelvis into my face as she came what seemed like buckets of her wonderful tasting juices. When her orgasm faded I stood up, my hard dick throbbing in anticipation of her taking it into her hot mouth.

“Umm,” she said as she opened her mouth and swallowed my dick; almost literally. She took me out of her mouth. “Put it in my pussy Tom. Fuck me and show me how much you want me.”

I pushed my jeans off my hips and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them before bending my knees to line up my dick with her vagina. I pushed forward and impaled her. She moaned as I filled her wet pussy with my hard cock. “Oh god Tom! Fuck me baby. You feel so good inside me. Give it to me baby. Oh damn, I’m cumming. Oooh!”

I was amazed she came hard again so soon. “Don’t stop, baby. I want it hard and fast. Oh god, oh god, you feel so good. I’ve missed this so much. Fuck me, baby. Make me cum again.”

I was so excited by her wanton urging. Holding her by her thighs I pounded her pussy just the way she wanted me to. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room as I fucked her soaked pussy. I wished this could last longer, but my orgasm was approaching fast and I knew it was almost over.

Marge grabbed my arms and shuddered as another orgasm consumed her. That did it for me and I buried myself deep in her pussy as my cum pumped from my dick. When I finally finished cumming my knees were so weak I could barely stand. I sat down between her legs before I collapsed.

Gazing at Marge’s pussy I could see my cum oozing from her vagina and running down her ass crack. I had never gone down on Marge after getting off in her, but since discovering my affinity for cum it seemed the time was right for another first. I leaned forward and ran my tongue from her anus to her clit. Marge moaned loudly when she felt my tongue lapping at her.

My cum mixed with hers transformed her pussy into a succulent dish. I ate her pussy until she had another orgasm on my tongue before standing up and planting my lips on hers. Marge moaned into my mouth as she tasted my cum on her tongue.

When the kiss ended Marge exclaimed,“Oh my god,Tom! That was some of the best sex we have ever had. I have never been so aroused as I am tonight. Do you have any idea how sexy that was when you ate your cum out of me like that. Enough of that! I’m getting too worked up again and we have things to talk about before anything else happens.”

Now that my arousal had been satiated and I was thinking a little more clearly I was curious about Marge’s reaction. I sat down beside her and held her hands in mine. “Marge, I am so happy that you seem to be okay with what I have done. But,why? I expected you to react much differently than this.”

Marge smiled and looked directly into my eyes. “Okay, let me start by saying; Tom, I really do love you deeply and I think you know already that I forgive you for everything. I’ve been afraid we were drifting too far apart for awhile now. I was sure you were tired of me sexually. I was so happy this afternoon when you came home acting frisky.

The reason I reacted the way I did when you told me about you and Paul is it has always been a secret fantasy of mine to watch you sucking a cock. It turns me on to imagine you doing that. Do you remember discussing our fantasies about having a threesome? How we always talked about bringing another woman to our bed? Well, I agreed with you, not because I wanted to have sex with a woman, but because I never imagined you willing to share me with another man, much less you sucking his cock. Never in a million years would I have thought that you would do that so I never mentioned it.”

She was right about our threesome fantasies. I had always imagined it would be with another woman; never another man. The thought of watching Marge with another woman was a turn on for me. I never considered that watching me with another man could be a turn on for her.

“So you see, I can’t really be mad at you for having sex with Paul. As much as it surprises me, it turns me on even more. It might be a shock for you, but I am fine with you having sex with him. I just want to be involved the next time. It’s going to be out of this world watching you suck Paul’s cock. Not to mention the double attention I am going to get from the two of you.”

Holy shit! If I heard her correctly she was telling me that she wanted to have a threesome with Paul. That she wanted to watch me suck his cock and have both of us fuck her. I felt my dick stirring.

Marge continued. “There is one more thing, and it’s the reason I can forgive you so easily for cheating.

I have a confession of my own to make. Tom, honey, in light of what you just told me I hope you can forgive me too. This is ironic I know, but for the past 6 months I have been having an affair with Annie. I didn’t come to you after the first time because in my mind I didn’t think of it as cheating. I’m sorry for that because I can see it from your point of view now and I think you are right.

I was stunned. My wife was having sex with her best friend and had kept it a secret for 6 months. Annie and her husband, Hank, had divorced about 6 months ago. Now that I thought about it, Marge had been spending more time than usual with Annie since their break up.

“What! Get out. You and Annie are…. How, I mean, I had no clue. Holy shit, Marge. Wow! How did that happen?”

Marge seemed distressed at my response. She pleaded, “Please try to be forgiving and understand that it just happened. Just like with you and Paul.”

I stopped her right there. “It’s okay babe. I was just stunned for a minute. I just wish you would have come to me when it first happened instead of going behind my back. What happened to the threesome fantasy?”

Marge sighed. “Well, I didn’t consider a threesome because like I said, we had been drifting apart. I honestly didn’t know if you even cared about sex with me anymore. The time between us having sex had been getting longer and longer in the last couple of years. At that point I had no intention of introducing a new piece of ass for you. That she might stimulate and improve the situation never crossed my mind. I still loved you, but Annie was satisfying my sexual needs so I just kept it a secret.”

It occurred to me that things might have been totally different if Marge and I had started having sex with Annie. Maybe I would have never discovered my bi side. “I guess I can understand that. Besides, if we were having threesomes with Annie I might not have responded to Paul how I did. I’m sure my own sexual frustrations had something to do with my reaction to his advances. So, there’s that.”

Marge nodded her head and continued, “To answer your question how it happened. Remember when Annie and Hank broke up? How despondent she was, going through all that? And remember how much time I spent with her trying to give her the strength to get through it all?

Well, the day the divorce was finalized she was a total wreck on the way home from the courthouse. I was worried about her so when I got her home I stayed awhile trying to get her calmed down. We were sitting on the couch and she was crying and verbally self flagellating herself about their break up. I tried comforting her by putting my arms around her and stroking her hair gently as she lay her head on my bosom and cried.

As I talked softly to her trying to tell her everything was going to be alright her tears dried up. I continued to hold her; telling myself that she needed a comforting touch. The truth is I could feel her hot breath on my breasts and I began to get aroused. My heart rate increased, my nipples got hard and my arousal got stronger the longer she breathed down my cleavage. At some point I felt Annie’s hand resting lightly on my breast. Then I felt a tingling through my breast as her finger rubbed my nipple.

A slight moan escaped me when she squeezed my breast and I said something to her at that point, I don’t remember what. Annie raised her head and looked at me. I remember thinking how soft her lips looked.

Before I realized what was happening we were kissing. I found myself enjoying the feel of her body in my arms as we kissed. It did not feel unnatural to me. You and I hadn’t had sex in weeks and it surprised me how turned on that kiss was getting me. I started massaging one of her breasts like she was doing to me. Her erect nipple felt amazing between my fingers.

My heart skipped when she moaned into my mouth. Annie startled me when she let her hand drift from my tit and reached between my legs to cup my pussy. It shocked me even more when I realized my panties were soaking wet. She gently rubbed my clit through my panties and I lost it. We ended up getting naked and making love for hours that day.

Annie confessed that after I got her calmed down she touched my breast hoping I would respond exactly as I did. She told me she had developed a sexual attraction for me after she and Hank split up because of all the attention I was giving her. She said she constantly had lustful thoughts about us and that our intimacy as I comforted her finally gave her the nerve to act.

It was the first time with a woman for both of us. We agreed we liked how we made each other feel and since then we have been getting together every chance we could without raising suspicions. Tom, this past week while you were out of town was bliss for us. It was the first time we actually spent the night together.

Tom, I love you so much, but like you don’t want to give up Paul, I don’t want to give up Annie. So, let’s agree to forgive each other and go forward from here. I believe our sex lives are going to be better than ever. In fact I believe our whole relationship will be better for it.”

My dick was hard again from listening to Marge and forming mental images of her and Annie having sex. I found that I had already forgiven her in my heart. Who knew better than me what it was like to have sex with someone behind your spouse’ back? Marge put her hand on my dick and squeezed. She looked into my eyes and smiled. “Umm, is someone turned on and ready for some more hot sex?”

I smiled back at her. “I just listened to you tell me how much you love eating your girl friends pussy. So yes, I am a little amped up and ready. I can hardly wait to have sex with both of you. Baby, I do forgive you for everything. I think it’s a great idea that we be truthful and share everything with each other from here on. I love you more than ever.”

Marge squeezed my dick again and said, “I love you too baby.” Then she kissed me. The kiss was hot and sloppy. Full of lust. “To hell with making love. Take me to bed and fuck me raw.”

I picked her up and carried her down the short hall to our bedroom. I lowered her to her back crossway the bed. I stood between her spread legs and pulled my shirt off over my head. I dropped it to the floor.

Marge pulled me to her and I fell on top of her body. I squeezed her tits as I trailed kisses down her neck to her soft mounds of tit flesh. I kissed them all over before sucking her hard nipples. She was moaning and pushing her shoulders off the mattress trying to get more pressure on her tits as I sucked them. I felt her hands on my shoulders gently pushing me toward her center of pleasure. Taking the hint I ran my tongue across her belly on my way to her pussy.

Instead of diving right in I took my time. I put my mouth close to her pussy lips but didn’t touch them. I pursed my lips and blew a stream of air from top to bottom. Marge moaned loudly and bucked her hips up off the bed. I backed off a little and continued to caress her pussy with streams of air. I put a thumb on each side of her outer lips and spread them exposing her clit. I pummeled it with air causing her to moan and squirm. When I finally let my tongue caress her lips, then pressed it against her clit, she squealed and squeezed my head with her thighs.

Marge was lifting her hips off the bed and pressing her pussy into my face. “Oh god yes! Right there. Tongue my clit. Tongue my pussy. Oh fuck, that feels so good.”

I obliged her. She had another quick orgasm before I stood and impaled her. Her pussy was wet and hot. I pulled out and slowly reinserted, feeling her hot tunnel around my dick as it sank to the hilt. I held deep in her and rotated my hips. I could feel the head of my dick against her cervix.

Marge screamed out she was cumming again. I pulled out and gave her a few more hard strokes. It was enough to break the damn and I felt her pussy getting really loose with her wetness. I continued to fuck her hard and fast. Marge was moaning, “Yes, yes, yes.” She seemed to be having a continuous orgasm as I hammered her trying to reach my own peak.

Although I had just cum not long ago I could feel my orgasm building rapidly. Suddenly I was there. I pulled out of her pussy and waddled up the bed to her head. She welcomed my offering by opening her mouth. My first stream of cum shot into her mouth before her lips closed around the head. She moaned as I continued to pump several more streams of cum into her mouth.

When I finished cumming I pulled my dick out of her mouth and replaced it with my lips. As we kissed Marge rolled me over so she was on top. She let the cum in her mouth coat my tongue. I loved it. Marge broke the kiss and said, “Damn honey. That was awesome. And I love sharing your cum with you like that. I can hardly wait until we can share Paul’s like that too.”

My heart skipped a beat. Again, Marge was letting me know that she wanted to bring Paul into our bed. That she was serious about making our fantasies a reality. My mind flooded with the possibilities. Not only with Paul, but with Annie too. We would both get to enjoy our bi side and watch each other doing it as we expanded our sexual horizons.

I was idly playing with her tits as she talked. What she said about sharing Paul got me thinking about sucking his cock. I felt my dick getting hard again. I could feel the head of it starting to press against her thigh. Marge felt it too. She reached between us and wrapped her hand around the shaft. “Baby, you are getting hard again. Are you really ready for round three so soon?”

Damn. We had fucked twice already tonight and here I was sporting another hard-on. I don’t think we had ever gone three rounds before. Even back when we first met and the sex was fresh twice had been our limit. It seemed our expanding sexuality was giving both of us another level of arousal. I had a feeling our sexual adventures were going to be fantastic going forward.

“Yes, I’m ready for round three, four, five…. whatever. You and all our discussions have got me horny as hell tonight.”

Marge giggled like a little girl. “Damn baby. I sure am glad you worked out of town with Paul this past week. Picturing his cock in your mouth has got me on fire. Get up here and give me that hard dick.”

I got between her legs. She took my dick in her hand and slid the head through her pussy lips. I took it back from her and gently slapped her clit with it repeatedly. Marge moaned and pushed her hips off the bed. I let my dick head slide through her pussy lips again. The head glistened with her wetness. I stroked through her lips from her clit to her asshole several times eliciting deep moans.

I started thinking about how good it felt when Paul fucked me the first time. It seemed like the perfect time to let Marge experience anal sex in this position. I used my spit to lubricate my dick, then lined it up with her anus. Without any further prep and before she could say anything at all I pushed.

The head of my dick popped right in her asshole. Marge moaned loudly. Although she was used to taking me in her ass I had never just pushed in without prepping her first. Her moan indicated I hadn’t hurt her so I slowly pushed further in. When I was completely in her ass I held still and smiled down at her.

“Oh my god, Tom. You feel really good in this position. I love it. Why have we never done this before?”

It was true. We had never had anal sex in any position other than doggie. I started stroking in and out of her tight asshole. I slowly built up speed as her sphincter loosened its grip on my cock. Before long she was begging me to fuck her hard.

My dick did feel good in her ass. I thought about fucking Paul and there was no comparison between the two. As much as I loved fucking Paul I loved Marge’s ass more. “Probably because of the heart strings attached to it,” I thought.

I was hammering her ass with full strokes and she was moaning her pleasure. After a couple minutes at that pace I had to slow down. I was out of breath like I had run a mile. I stopped with my dick buried deep in her ass.

When I stopped moving Marge quit moaning and said, “Oh my god, Tom. This position is awesome. Did Paul teach you this?” I didn’t hear a bit of sarcasm or snark in her voice. Just genuine curiosity.

“Yes baby. This is how Paul likes to give it and take it. I like it a lot too because I can look at your beautiful face as it lights up with pleasure. And I can do this. I leaned down and kissed her lips.”

Marge moaned and wrapped her arms around me. “Oh yes, baby. Fuck me. Fill my ass with your cum.”

Now that I had caught my breath during our short pause I was ready to finish. I grabbed her thighs and stroked her hard and fast. She used one hand to squeeze her tits and the other to rub her clit. Watching her and feeling my dick sliding in her ass was so arousing, but because I had already cum twice it was taking me a lot longer to reach the goal line.

Marge came twice more before I finally felt the stirrings in my balls that singled I was ready to erupt and fill her ass with cum. I came with a steady moan; finishing with, “Ahhhh! Oh baby your ass is so good.”

As I was cumming Marge reached the finish line again. She screamed her pleasure as her orgasm consumed her. When my orgasm subsided I lay on Marge like a rag doll, exhausted from all the sex. It was still early evening, but I knew if I just lay still for a couple minutes sleep would overtake me.

My dick went completely flaccid and slipped out of her ass after a couple minutes. We wrapped up in each others arms. Her body felt great against mine. I idly stroked her back and ass cheeks. I could feel myself drifting into the world of sleep.

Marge woke me when she said, “Tom, do you really like being fucked by Paul?”

“Yes, I do like it. I know now why you like it so much when we do it. After the first time with Paul I wanted it every night.”

“Oh my god, Tom, you are making me so wet. I can’t wait to watch Paul fucking you. I can’t wait to fuck him either. I like the idea of two cocks to fuck. I love you, Tom. Sex tonight has been the best we have had in a very long time. Maybe ever. I hope we never get complacent about sex again.”

I yawned and replied, “I love you too, Marge. I am so happy that we got everything out in the open. Everything is only going to get better from here on out. I promise you, no more complacency.”

As we lay there enjoying the after glow of our great sex Marge murmured, “Ummm…”

“What?”

“I am just totally amazed and so happy with the way things have turned out for us. Earlier today I was worried that our marriage might be coming to an end. And just now I was imagining what it will be like to watch you and Paul have sex. The thought of watching you suck his cock makes me so wet and horny.”

“That’s weird because I was worried about that too a couple of hours ago. I’m sure glad that wasn’t the outcome. You know I want to watch you and Annie having sex too, right? And the thought of watching you fucking Paul and eating her pussy at the same time really turns me on. I have an idea. What if we invited them both over next weekend and see how things go? If they are into it we could all watch each other and have a regular orgy.”

“Oh my god. I think I would love that, but I think we should broach the subject with Annie by herself first. She is still put off by the thought of having intimate relations with another man since her divorce. She is very much into sex with me right now, but I think she might be open to the idea of having sex with us if I ask. If that works out we can bring up introducing her to Paul.”

Oh my god. It was hard to process all that was happening to our relationship tonight. Marge liked to eat pussy and I liked sucking dick and we were talking about sharing these experiences with each other. I was so glad my fears from earlier turned out to be unfounded.

Listening to Marge talk about Annie made me anxious to fuck her. I hoped that she would be amenable to the idea of a threesome with us. I knew Paul would be up for sex with me and Marge so that part would be easy. I was excited about watching Marge fuck Paul too. I decided that if she wanted, I would call Paul right then and ask him over. Round four anyone?

“I can pretty much tell you now that Paul will go for it so yes, we can make it happen. In fact, I just heard you say that you couldn’t wait to have sex with him. If you want me to I will call him right now and find out if he wants to join us tonight. It’s still early so what about it? You up for our first threesome?”

“Ooh Tom. Are you serious? Yes, I am up for that. I really would like to get with Paul first anyway before talking to Annie. That way I can have a better idea of what to say to her to convince her. Go ahead, give him a call and invite him over. I am so anxious to watch you suck his cock. And yes, I want to find out what its like to have sex with two men at once.”

I went to wash my dick and take a piss. When I stepped back into the bedroom Marge was on her back, her legs spread wide. She was giving her pussy a workout with a pretty good sized dildo. I didn’t even know she owned one.

“Nice toy. When did you get that?”

“I got it for Annie and me a few months ago. I just never wanted you to see me with it. Now I think it is hot as hell letting you watch me use it. Come here and let me suck your dick and I’ll pretend this is Paul fucking me at the same time. A preview; if you know what I mean.”

“I know exactly what you mean, but that dildo is nowhere near Paul’s size.”

It was pretty close though from what I could see of it as she plunged it in and out of her pussy, but she didn’t need to know that yet. I dialed Paul’s number as I stood at the bed beside Marge. She scooted to the edge so she could suck my dick. Her mouth was hot around my dick as Paul answered. I got right to the point.

“Hey Paul. How you doing? Listen, the reason I’m calling is to tell you that I told Marge everything about our week out of town. Whoa buddy, whoa! No need to freak out. Marge is cool with it. In fact she’s sucking my dick right now while I am talking to you. Yeah, I am. She wants to watch me suck your cock. And get this, she has been having sex with her best girlfriend for the last 6 months. Yeah man, I’m serious. Don’t get too excited though. Her friend is guy shy right now. Marge wants to have you join us first so she can better convince her friend to meet you. You busy tonight? Yeah dude. We want you to come over tonight if you can make it.

Marge was moaning around my hard dick as she listened to my side of the conversation.

“Oh man that’s a bummer. No, no, not a problem. Sure. We can set it up for next Friday. Okay, I’ll see you Monday at work. Goodnight, buddy. Have a great time with Betty.

….to be continued…..

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