a wife sharing story, 2/3 It was too erotic to stop. Her face was red, and her breathing fast. She wanted to be provocative for this stranger, while her husband watched. She turned her back to him, facing the mirror, facing me. She looked in the mirror, at herself, at him, and then, at the gap between the drape and the wall. I moved a little so I could see only her -- then he couldn't see me -- and closer, so my face was partly lit from the lights inside. Her eyes met mine. I nodded. I saw her reach up, take the blouse's collars, and spread them, exposing her breasts to me. I nodded approval again. The blouse still had a bottom button or two fastened. Still with her back to him, so that she was facing me in the mirror, she smiled, crossed her arms and pushed the blouse to her shoulders. A shrug, and it fell down her arms. She held it there with her arms still crossed. It fell midway down her back, and looped around to about her knees, for a moment. Tom could see her back and legs, but I saw flushed face, breasts and cunt. They looked wonderful. She told me she thought that maybe she should stop right there; that she kind of hoped I'd call and rescue her; that she didn't want to be rescued; that she wanted to show off in front of this man while I watched, and make both of us come. She knew that if she straightened her arms and let the blouse fall she'd be totally exposed to a stranger who wanted sex, that she'd probably at least technically commit adultery, while her husband watched. She knew she'd violate her Proper Bostonian image of herself. She looked again at him in the mirror. Looked again to the side, saw my face. Saw me nod, still again. Seeing that, and hoping/knowing that I wanted her to continue -- she was right about that -- she dropped her arms to her sides, and the blouse floated down her arms, down her hips, over her legs, and to the floor. She knew at that moment she wanted to be completely uninhibited. She felt sexy, and with me nearby, safe, too. Her arms went behind her back, making her breasts jut forward, pubic hair and cunt on display, nipples standing out. "Is this what you want?" she asked, looking first at me, my reflection, (asking me, too?) then turning, stepping over the blouse, and standing with feet a little apart, pelvis tilted up. My lovely wife was standing naked, showing another man her body -- posing proudly -- and obviously available. She was as excited as I'd ever seen her. "Do you like what you see? Is there maybe something here worth you staying for?" Tom looked at her breasts, her pelvis, as he stoked his cock. Sue blushed even more. "Are you done being coy?" "Yes." "No more teasing?" "No more teasing." "Do you want to fuck me?" Pause. Small voice. "yes." "I'm a lawyer, Sue. I need to hear the words." "Yes, I want to fuck you, Tom." "Good. Come here." She moved between his legs. Now I saw mostly her back while she stood between his legs. Tom had the best view. It looked like she was standing there with her pelvis tilted up to him, totally open to whatever he wanted. He grabbed her ass with both hands -- he seemed to like grabbing my wife's ass -- and I heard her "OOh" as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. It was different than before, before when they were mostly clothed. This sucking was going on between two nude people, a certain prelude to. . . to sex. The hands on her ass dropped a little to her upper legs, and I guess he pulled at them, because her knees and feet parted a little. His right hand reached between her legs, and I watched it as he extended two fingers, and pushed them into her. My wife was acting like a whore, and I loved it. She spread her legs a little more so he could get his fingers, already wet, in deeper. She held his head to her breast and leaned away from him, pelvis forward, offering a completely available cunt. "Do whatever you want. Do me." He brought his other hand around, and I saw his four fingers trace over her hip, down her back, then move lower, until they were in the crack between her ass cheeks. Her pelvic motion, which up to now had been forward, stopped, and she was tilting her ass up and back, to receive his fingers. I heard a sharp breath as the fingers passed over her anus. "Oh, you liked that," he said. "Yeah," came out of her mouth, but she was breathing fast, in time with the fingers exciting her vagina. He turned her sideways. She stood there, her knees flexed a little, her head back, her body arched. The middle finger of the hand that had stroked her ass was stroking her cunt, until it was wet. It moved back to her anus. There was another sigh from Sue. She moved as though she were going to sit on a high stool, with her ass tilted up a little. His finger pushed at her anus. "Is this what you want?" "Whatever you want," she repeated. Then she said ". . .yes. . ." He pushed hard, and I saw it penetrate her ass. I thought she'd scream. She was being expertly sexually man-handled, and enjoying every minute of it. He was being rough: each time he drove his fingers up into her cunt and ass I saw his biceps flex - - he was lifting her onto her toes with each push, as though he was doing arm curls with free weights, except he was lifting her, she was the weight, his fingers deep inside. I got worried -- I didn't what her hurt, but then I heard her say "That.....feels......so..... good. . ." in time with each lift. I stopped worrying. He wasn't gentle as he bit at her nipple, either. The bruise I saw later proved that. Her hips were driving at him, and she started her "MMMM mmm" noises again. Then finally, she sagged against him, exhausted, and spent. "Wonderful," she said, with her head against his shoulders. "You made me feel wonderful. I want to make you feel good, too." "OK -- I'll show you how." His hands went to her shoulders, and he pressed her downwards, to her knees. He leaned back on the bed, supported by his elbows. "Help me make up a good story for my friends, Sue." She looked up at him, and down at his cock. "I want to tell them about a going to a woman's room while her husband was away." "Yes, you did that." "And how she stripped for me." "I did do that." "And how she went down on me until I came!" "I like doing that," she said, and I saw her kneel upright, bend at the waist, wrap her arms around his legs, which were still little over the edge of the bed. "Will you tell your friends I did this?" Her head bend over, hair falling forward, and she went down, slowly. I had no doubt about what was happening, and my erection began growing, again. "I'll tell them," he said. "Sue?" "Mmmm" was the reply. "I want to watch you suck me, I want to see your mouth and your lips on my cock." "OK." She knelt upright again, put a hand on each of his knees, and moved his legs apart. I saw her sort of walk ahead on her knees, then settle back, so her ass was on her heels. Her head was much lower, now. He sat up, while she turned her head, her mouth on his inner thigh, moved her hair over her shoulder so he could see her face, and, tongue lapping, moved forward. I watched as she lifted his balls, moved her mouth behind and under them. "Watch me." She took him in her mouth. Now her head was moving in and out, instead of up and down, and I could see my wife looking up at him while he watched his cock slide in, then out, of her mouth. She told me later she took as much him into her mouth as she could. She licked his shaft, his balls, everything, and it had her almost have an orgasm again. I didn't see it, but Sue told me he reached down and began masturbating while he was in her mouth. She said, "Wait, Tom. Don't come that way, not yet. I need you to be hard for a while." She stood, naked, not nude, in front of him. Her cheeks were wet with saliva, and so was his cock. She took his hand, and moved him on the bed so he was on his back, head toward the mirror. She got over him, straddling him, facing him, and the mirror. She bent over and kissed him, then sat back in a squat, and positioned herself over his erection. She looked into the mirror, saw me -- I had moved closer. She was supporting herself with her hands on his shoulders. "Help me!" He took his cock, and guided it to her cunt's lips. "Yes, like that," she said, then slowly lower herself onto it. He put one hand behind his head, looking between them at the wonderful sight of his cock's head there, his other hand stoking that head along her lips, over them, then, I think I saw, just between those lips, the start of intercourse. My own erection was throbbing as I saw his cock, at least as long as mine, enter her. "That way," she said, "use that hardness that way." "I wanted to fuck your mouth," he said, his hips lifting, using the hardness as she asked him to. She leaned way back so her cunt, with his cock in it, was easy to see. "Watch me!",she said, pretty loudly, to both of us. She was wanton, totally on display, so different from the woman I knew. His hands went to her breasts, pinched at her nipples, and moved up and down as she rode him. I moved closer to the gap in the drapes so she could see me watching. She looked at me in the mirror, as I saw his cock glistening with her juices, being forced to bend a little because of the way she was leaning back. She put one of his hands to her mouth, and was licking at his fingers. She watched me looking at her and at his cock in her as she rode him. She came again! So did I. Tom didn't, yet. She sagged down on him, kissing his chest. "I want more," he said, and took her waist with both hands and just lifted her off him. He turned her on her back, so that her head was toward the mirror. I could see along her body. Tom sat up, He rolled onto her, and one at a time, took her arms and moved them above her head. Holding her by the wrists, he suspended himself in a classic pushup position over her. I could see his penis, stiff, and pointing. She looked down along his body, his legs outside of hers. "Do me, do me like that, first," she said. I saw her left leg move, nudging him. He rolled to the side a little, and she was able to move her leg from between his, to outside of his. She moved her other leg, he rolled to the other side, and suddenly she was spread out, him between her legs, his cock, already wet, pointing at her cunt, wanting to go in there, again. Sue moved her knees apart and up, spreading her legs, and giving herself some mobility. She looked at his penis, tilted her pelvis, and lifted her hips, moving, I was sure, to help his penis -- this stranger's penis -- find its way into her -- my wife's -- cunt. "Do me now!" I was shocked at how much I wanted to see this continue. Had I been in the room, I probably would have guided it into her myself! He let his weight down on her. I had a wonderful view down between their bodies, saw his cock brush her pelvis, saw her adjust her position, saw it move down some more, and then, his erection disappeared into her. His hips began flexing, driving into her. Sue looked up at him, watching him, and matching him, thrust for thrust. I watched him pounded into her, legs flexing, with his hips and pelvis slapping into her. They were both grunting in time with each stroke. She was every bit acting like an expensive hooker who loved her work, and who knew her job, now, was to satisfy him. She pulled her hands loose, and held his hips. I saw her help him drive into her. "Do you," she asked, "still want to tell your friends about how I went down on you until you came? Is that what you still want?" "Yes!" "I want" -- he was talking between strokes - - "I want to tell them that." "Tell me when you start to come" she hissed, between his thrusts. In a moment he said ". . .now. . . I'm starting now. . ." Her hips raised to meet his thrust -- then she pulled away, her hands on his hips holding him in position, his cock exposed and wet and bobbing, with a first white spurt reaching her pubic hair. "I want to taste you!" She pulled at his hips, pulling him forward. He moved up on her on his knees, and she down, while he ejaculated on her belly, then on her breasts. "I love doing this," she said, as she pulled him higher, and he pulsed on her cheek, until her mouth got around him. Sue's hands left his hips, wrapped around his ass as she pulled his pelvis to her face, his cock into her mouth. I remembered how that felt, feeling her tongue on me, her mouth around me, as the final few drops of seman left my penis. He'd remember, too, the rest of his life. Finally, he started to roll over, onto his back. Her arms were around his hips, she followed, her torso against his legs, her head, well, you know where her head was. She turned her head toward him, towards me, her lips drawing out, then releasing him, letting his penis rest against his leg. "Is that the story you want to tell your buddies?" "God," I heard him say, "you are fantastic. Yes, that's the story," as he looked down at her, arms still wrapped around his hips, her mouth still at his crotch. Finally, she moved beside him. I saw him stoking her face, then realized he was spreading his own cum on her. When his fingers would move close to her mouth, she licked them. I was exhausted, and I was just watching. "I love doing that," she said. A few minutes later the phone rang. She said "That's your wake up call. You'd better think about going. I have a horny husband who will be here soon, and I want to get ready for that." "Does he mind you doing this?" "I don't think so, so long as I tell him all about it. I'll tell him you were pretty good," she said, then kissed his cock. It began responding right away. "Don't let's waste that" she said. She pulled him near. He went willingly, although he said "I don't think I have anything left." Sue knew better. She lay beside him, and began stoking his cock while kissing him. I saw him get harder, then his cock began pulsing, and he was treated to a final small orgasm. I sagged onto a chair on the balcony, totally spent. In a couple of minutes I heard Sue talking. "Well, you came. Now you gotta go, Tom. I have a good story to tell, and so did you. My husband will enjoy every word." Sue pulled on a robe. "Can we meet again tomorrow? Can I have your phone number?" he asked. "Sorry, Tom, no phone numbers. This was supposed to be a one time deal -- but it was a good time for me." "Will you really tell your husband about this?" "You have no idea how much he'll know -- every detail," Sue told him. "Weird" he said, as he kissed her, his hand groping under her robe a final time. "If you're here tomorrow night, I'll help you get an even better story." "What would be better than this?" "Well, my partner could come, too." "Uh, Tom, you'd better go." He dressed, then left. As soon as she locked the door, Sue ran to the balcony door, and rushed into my arms. "Was I good? Are you mad at me?" I said "I must have come five times, although at the end I was shooting blanks. I'm not mad, I am turned on, you were wonderful." "So you did you like the show?" "Yes -- is that what we do?" "Exactly what we do, sometimes," she said. "Pretty sexy stuff, huh?" "I had no idea. Let me fuck you, if I can." "I've never been such a slut. I felt so naked as when I was riding him. I don't want to do that again anytime soon, but what a turn on. I saw you watching!" "Get in bed, Sue. I want to feel what it's like to fuck you while you are still full Tom. God, he could keep it up a long time!" Sue laughed. "No he couldn't. He had to run to the men's room when we were in the lounge so he wouldn't stain himself. That's why it took so long for us to come up. And he came when he was fucking me, didn't you see that? And a little just before he left. He couldn't keep it up, but he sure got it up often enough." We pulled the bed cover off -- it was a mess. It was strange, feeling my well- masturbated cock moving in my wife's well- fucked cunt. The excitement was intense, the sex wonderful. We switched from making love, to having sex, to loving, again and again that night. Then she asked, with a smile, "Honey, do you want to stay another night?" Sorry, readers, we decided not to stay that night. We had a good enough story, and we knew we were pretty lucky -- wife watching doesn't often turn out as perfectly as this did. The rest of the trip was successful professionally, and amazing sexually. Not a night, not a morning went by without us talking about what happened, acting out what happened, and in general behaving like a couple of kids who just discovered how much fun sex was. No other hotel offered the same opportunities that Quality Suites did, or at least we didn't make any such opportunities. We also decided that kind of fun has to be reserved for special occasions, far from home. "Maybe only on the other side of the Mississippi River," we agreed was a good limitation. Some reader is sure to point out both Baton Rouge and New Orleans are east of the Mississippi, which proves our knowledge of geography ends on the shores of the Hudson. Months went by, then a year, We used the erotica of Baton Rouge often, but Sue was getting worried about something. "Are you sure you're not mad at me for Baton Rouge?" I proved in every way I could that because I shared her, I didn't feel I had to have sex with another woman to somehow get even. Then this happened. Sue had gone to "The City" - in Boston that means a trip to New York - to present a paper at a professional conference. As was her custom, she stayed with her old college room mate and her husband. I had a call the evening Sue was due home. "Honey, Jan (the ex roommate) is having some problems, and asked me to stay an extra night. OK with you?" Well, it really wasn't, but there wasn't much I could do about it. Interestingly enough, I had never met Jan, or her husband Rich, even though Sue visited there about once a year for the 15 or so years we're married. Don't get the wrong idea. I trusted my wife then, and still do now. Sue came home the next day, and as was our custom, we were holding each other and talking in bed. "Honey, Rich and Jan are bored with each other. She told me their life is just so damned predictable it's driving both of them crazy. It looks bad for them." "Too bad." "I know we agreed to never tell anyone about what we did in Baton Rouge. Can I tell Jan? Maybe something like that will liven up their lives." "I haven't met them in 15 years, probably won't ever meet them, so go ahead if you like. You'll have to face them knowing you - or I guess we - had a one night fling, I won't." "Thanks, honey. I think knowing there's things they can do to make things more exciting will help them. Now, do you remember how it looked when I took my blouse off in front of Tom, while you watched from the balcony . . .". A couple of nights later, again in bed, Sue wanted to talk. "I talked with Jan about what we did," she said, "and it turns out they talked about doing something like that, too. Rich told her she could do anything she wanted, so long as she took plenty of pictures. He doesn't want to be anywhere around if it happens." "No problem," I said. "Take a cam corder or something, and a tripod, find an interesting guy, and everyone wins." Sue cuddled closer. "Honey, Jan just won't go out and find a stud." "Well, you did. Maybe you can find one for her, or she can make up a story, instead." "We came up with a different idea. Your birthday is next month, and so is Rich's." "I don't want to have a birthday party with a guy I don't know, with the idea of somehow saving his marriage!" "That's not the idea. Jan said she'd like to get Rich pictures, or maybe a video, for his birthday." "That," I said, "is guts football. 'Here, honey, is a birthday present - it's a video of me humping a stranger. Many happy returns.' And besides, how does that relate to my birthday? I don't want a video of her - or you - screwing around, thanks all the same." "God, for a smart guy you're dumb. We want your help." "We???" "I told her I'd help, and you would, too. To begin with, we have to make sure Rich is serious about what he says." "If you'd let go of what you're grabbing, I could think more clearly." I had an idea. "Sue - I'll draft a disclaimer for him to sign. He'll have to video tape himself reading and signing it at the start of the actual tape Jan will use. It should drive him crazy, because he'll know maybe something is going to happen if he signs it, and not know when. If he doesn't sign, he'll have to just shut up. If he does, it'll be right on the tape, so he can never say he didn't mean it." "Great idea. Do it. Now, dirty old man, here's your reward. Do you remember when I squatted over that guy's erection while you were watching, and did this . . ." The next day, I put a draft of an agreement in the bathroom for Sue to read before bed. It went about like this: "I, Richard H- have asked my wife to make a pornographic video tape including her, and not me, on the same tape being used to record me sign this. I promise that 1: My wife will always have custody of the tape 2: Only she and I are allowed to see it, unless she agrees otherwise. 3: I will never discuss this tape, or anything associated with it, with anyone, ever, without my wife's specific permission. 4: It can't be used for any purpose except to enhance sexual pleasure between the two of us. 5: The taping, if it's done, must be made within 4 weeks of the date I sign this." She came into the bedroom with it in hand. "Sue, when he sees that, especially if he signs it, he'll be so horny he won't be able to see straight." "Honey, that's wonderful. I'll email it to her tomorrow." "Where's my reward?" "Well, it can start by you telling me what you were thinking when I was kneeling in front of Tom, like this, and moved his knees apart, like this, and then did this. . ." A week later, Jan called Sue. Sue told me Jan and Rich were having a much better time together. Sex hasn't been as good for years. They were experiencing pretty much what we did when we first talked about our "outside the usual envelope" sex adventure. Rich, Jan said, has the agreement and cam corder nearby, and just looking at it gets him so excited he can't keep his hands off Jan. " course, we both think he'll never sign it," Sue told me. "So, just the idea of it is working," I said. "Good, that was easy." A week later the phone rang. It was Jan, for Sue. Sue came in after talking with her, face flushed, grinning a little nervously. "This is a bit scary, Tony. Jan asked Rich what he wanted for his birthday, and he handed her the signed agreement and tape." "Wow. Does she have the nerve to do something like that?" "Honey, if you ever heard us talk about sex when we were room-mates you'd think our major was sex. But, in the end, we were mostly talk, although when we were serious about someone, well, you know" "I know the difference between sensuality and love. I know you do, too. But does she? After all, it's decoupling a whole set emotions from the act of fucking." "I don't know what she's going to do." "Well, Sue, maybe you'll have to coach her in seduction. If you can coach her to be like you were, she'll blow Rich's socks off. Now that I think of it, maybe she'll blow something else, too. That's making me horny. Practice your seduction on me, now. . ." A couple of days later, Sue made an announcement. Jan was going to be spending a few days with us. "She wanted to be away from New York, to talk this whole thing over with me, person to person," Sue said. "That's just fine. I thought I'd never meet them, now you've told them about what we did, and she's coming here. Sue, I can't get involved in marriage counseling. I don't even like someone else knowing what we did in Baton Rouge." "Too late to worry about that," Sue said, stressing the obvious. Arrival day. Sue met Jan at Logan Airport, and drove her home in time for dinner. What a surprise! My wife is blond, 5' 10" or so. Jan might just make 5 feet, and couldn't weigh 90 pounds. She had to be Sue's age (40) but looked 30. Also blond, long hair, and so cute it hurts. "Well, they did call us the long and short it in school." Jan at dinner proved to be a charming, lovely woman - no surprise, and in those dimensions at least, much like my wife. "Jan, what Sue and I did worked for us, but I have no idea if it would for anyone else, so be careful," I told her at one point. "We think we know how to separate in our minds sensual sexy stuff from real love- making. In fact, sometimes we say `this is just fucking' if we want only the physical part." "I think I understand." How could a woman who's thinking about video taping a one night stand with a stranger blush when I said fuck? Jan showed me their cam corder, and Sue wanted to try it out, too. We played with it for a while, being silly, and frankly, just getting to know each other. We had nice wine, a fire going - just a wonderful time. Much later, Jan looked at Sue, and said "He'll do just fine - he's just as nice as you said." "I told you so", was Sue's response. "Huh?" was mine. Sue put the camera on its tripod, and told me "It's just girl talk. I'll tell you about it later." Jan, yawning, said "I've had a long day, and I'd like to get ready for bed." Sue took her to our guest suite (a fancy name for a bedroom with an attached bath), I went to our room, got on pajamas (we had a guest, if she called I wasn't going to run around naked), and crawled into bed. A half hour later, Sue came from our bathroom, wearing a robe over what looked like a nightgown I hadn't seen before. At least, my cock responded by getting harder. She turned on the CD, and Segovia's romantic Spanish guitar music filled the room. She sat beside the bed. "Do you like her?" "Yeah, she's so cute, and she has a personality like yours. If I didn't love you so much, and if she wasn't married, well, who knows?" Sue took a deep breath. "Good. I gotta tell you something. When we were room mates, Jan and I talked about doing something really erotic, sometime. We talked about it again last week, and decided this is the something, and sometime is now." "Huh?" "Tomorrow's your birthday, but you're going to get your gift tonight." I heard the bedroom door open, and Jan came in, also wearing a robe, and carrying the camera. "Oh oh." She set it down behind me, facing Sue, and turned it on. "Well?" she asked, looking at Sue. "I think he'll cooperate. Honey, this is your birthday present," and, looking into the camera, "your present too, Rich." Sue motioned Jan closer, and I saw her robe didn't close with a sash, but a red ribbon, the way a gift would be wrapped. And so did Sue's! "Ever since we were room mates, we talked about what it would be like for the two of us to be totally uninhibited with a guy. You "- and looking into the camera - "and you too, Rich - are the lucky winners. You're both going to find out. Uh, and so will we." Sue went to her little ex-room mate. "I'll help unwrap part of your present," she told me. She stood behind Jan, reached around, and pulled at the ribbon. Jan's robe fell open, revealing a white camisole. Her body was swaying in time with the music. Jan moved the robe to her shoulders, down her arms, and to the floor. I saw a shadow of pubic hair, small breasts, erect nipples under the flimsy thing she was wearing. "Isn't that a perfect little body?" Sue asked, as her hands moved from Jan's neck, over her breasts, and met at her crotch. I couldn't believe it as I saw one of my wife's hands glide between Jan's legs, palm up, fingers probing . . . Jan stopped that, though, and turned to Sue. Soon Sue's robe was open, too, and descending to the floor. "I can't remember how many times we were in our room, dressed like this, and once even did some kissing and touching and pretending and talking about what it would be like if we had a man we wanted to share," Sue said. She was wearing about the same thing Jan was. It's no surprise that my wife was blushing, all over. Rich, when he saw this, would see, through the thin material, my wife's body, too. I'm sorry to say I found that an exciting thought. "Yeah, but until tonight sharing a man was only talk," Jan answering the question I wanted to ask before I asked it. Sue took Jan's hand, and brought her to the bed. I was under the sheet, but my erection was pretty evident. Sue put the fingers that were briefly in Jan to my mouth. "Does she taste like me, honey?" She didn't wait for an answer. She pulled away the sheet and sat on one side of me. "Sit over there," she told Jan, motioning to the other side of the bed. "Your turn," she said to me. They both peeled back the sheet, exposing pajamas bottoms not doing a good job hiding my erection. Sue unbuttoned my pj tops, then each woman, working on a sleeve, peeled it off. I LIKED THIS!!! We all three looked down at a hairy triangle of hair vanishing under my pj bottoms, and the evidence of my excitement. "Lift up a little, honey". Sue began sliding my pj bottoms down over my hips. The elastic waistband hung up on my penis, then began sliding over it, revealing first one inch of shaft, then another, and another. My mind was - what do the military call it? "overtaken by events." This wasn't something I ever considered, but faced with the reality, my body was making its wants known. The two women, and the camera, saw that. I looked at Jan, who was in turn staring at my crotch, and what was being exposed there. Her hand came over, almost involuntarily, and lifted the elastic, freeing me. "Oh, Sue," Jan said, "I'm afraid it looks a little too thick for me. Honey," she said, looking into the camera, "do you think that will fit in me?" I looked at Jan - I had not been this naked in front of a woman except Sue for a long time - as she looked down at my body. I was enjoying this, a lot. My cock, for that matter, was nodding its head, too. Sue moved to the side of the bed, pulled at the pajama legs until I was free of them. "Don't just stand there, collect your present," Sue said, as she moved to adjust the camera. I was acting instinctively, now. I sat at the edge of the bed, Jan was standing in front of me. I remembered watching Sue stand that way in front of the guy she used in living out our fantasy. I reached to Jan's shoulders, pressed them downwards. She knelt willingly. I leaned back on my elbows, and my erect cock went vertical. Jan turned to the camera, and Sue, and said "Watch, Rich. Is this what you wanted to see?" The camera and my wife were to our side. Jan eyes were looking first into the camera, and maybe thinking about her husband watching, then down at my erection. I watched her lower her head, and I could see her tongue reach out, and feel it caress the side of my penis. The camera was watching, too. She looked up at me, smiled, and while holding my cock just licked it, from base to head. But when her head moved down again, her mouth was open, and I was in it. I could feel her actually sucking, hard. I looked at my wife, who was watching her good friend go down on me. I could see she was enjoying the voyeurism as much as I was enjoying the sensations. Now, maybe, she would understand the pleasure I had in Baton Rouge. After a minute or two - only in porno movies can someone stand that for an hour - I pulled myself up and took Jan by the hand, brought her to the bed. She lay on her back, feet toward the camera. I sat beside her, and Sue came over too, and sat on the other side. "Jan, you are over-dressed", I said. She looked at Sue, almost asking permission. After seeing a nod, she sat up, said to the camera "Hope this is want you wanted, honey", and slipped her garment over her head. And lay down on her back again, an arm across her breasts, another at her crotch. This small body, these small breasts, excited me. I leaned over her, only to have Sue take my head and push me toward her friend's breasts. As I got closer, Sue said something like "don't hide, Jan." The hand covering her breast moved to my neck, and drew me down. My tongue played with her little acorn of a nipple, one hand began exploring her other breast, the other she moved to - in - her mouth. Her arms were no longer defensive, one holding my hand as she sucked at my fingers, the other stroking my cock.