Marie

Marie:

I was shared before I ever met the man I am married to. I thought my husband was content with the amount of sex we shared, so when my husband cautiously suggested that it might be fun to open our marriage, I was temporarily speechless. For me, that is unusual. I have very strong feelings about being shared.

My name is Marie and I am 39 years old. I have been married to my husband, Ken for seventeen years. We have had a typical marriage, I guess. Like most couples we had sex nearly every day when we first dated and then when we were married we continued to enjoy each other every chance we got. The last few years, things have slowed down to the point that during the past month, we made love only once. Actually we didn't even do that. The truth is that I let my husband use my vagina to get off one night before he fell asleep. I am not saying it was his fault, but it was not very good.

I will get back to what my husband was suggesting but first I want to explain why his suggestion provoked such strong feelings.

Before you decide that I am just another woman who does not want to be shared, I need to tell you my story. You see, the summer after I graduated, I moved halfway across the country to live with my older brother. I had turned eighteen at the beginning of my senior year and I had lost my virginity during my senior year. I was now on birth control, so I planned to enjoy myself and date as many men as I wanted to. I knew my brother would not keep too close of an eye on me and I knew that he would not tell my parents if he happened to find out how much fun I was having.

I had great plans but as is often true, life had other plans for me. I arrived at my brother's house with a vagina that was basically unused. My vagina had been used only one night, after a football game, by the team quarterback. After that it did not have any visitors other than my fingers and a slender hairbrush handle, which in hindsight, was just the right size, shape and texture for a young lady to enjoy. Back to the quarterback; I had a crush on him, and we had one date before the final game of the season. He was an arrogant piece of work, but being the silly school girl that I was, I just melted whenever he was near me. We had gone on that one date, to get ice cream together. On that date he had been a perfect gentleman. At school, the following week he made sure to talk to me every day. He told me that the game, Friday night, was going to be a tough one and convinced me to give him inspiration by agreeing to sleep with him if our team won. Guess what; we won.

Ted, the quarterback, claimed me after he had showered and we went to the local burger place to celebrate his victory. I was so proud to be his date. After a half an hour, he led me outside. I assumed, for a celebratory make out session, but he suggested we leave and find a private place. I knew what he wanted, and on the one hand I was afraid to own up to the fact that I was still virgin. On the other hand, I was excited to know what the coolest guy in my school wanted to do with me.

He drove us a few miles outside of our little town and turned down a very narrow farm road. We must have driven another quarter mile before he stopped his car. I was so nervous that I was shaking but I wanted to look mature so I put my arms around his neck and kissed him as passionately as I knew how, telling him how proud I was of his victory. His hands immediately went to my breasts and I teased him that he was very anxious. He was a smooth talker and was complementing me and specifically my body as he removed my top and my bra.

Since it was late in the fall, it was soon cool in the car and it must have been a full moon because I remember that I was embarrassed for Ted to see my bare boobies. When he went from kissing me to kissing my neck, I began to feel sensations I had never felt before. When those kisses went from my neck to my nipples I just melted into a pool of hormones. I didn't even resist when he invited me into the back seat. Right then, I wanted to give him my body and when he unsnapped my pants, I raised my bottom to help him push my pants and panties down and off my feet. I was naked in the back seat of his car. I remember asking if anyone would see us and he assured me that his family owned the piece of property and we had all the privacy we needed.

Ted wasted no time in stripping off his clothes. I had not dated anyone else seriously. Of course, I had been kissed a few times, usually after stopping for a soft drink in the food court at the local mall. Like most teenagers I would meet my friends, at the mall, where we would shop and gossip. We would mostly gossip because we had little money and we really were there hoping to see boys, we wanted to date. A few times I would meet a boy I liked; Sometimes that would include a make out session in a dark walkway outside the mall.

I have a brother but he was older and I never saw him nude and I certainly never saw his hard. This was before everyone had a computer, so I had never seen a man's penis. My girlfriends had talked about what they looked like and we had looked at a ruler and imagined what a man that was six or even eight inches long, would look like.

In real life, an erect penis was a bit scary. It looked huge. Besides the tip of my finger, a few regular sized tampons, and the small hair brush handle, nothing had been inside me. I allowed Ted to lead me into the position he wanted. I remember hearing my girlfriend's advice, she said, "Lay on your back with your legs about shoulder width apart and let the guy get on top of you." Apparently, she had been lying, when she told me that she had sex with a guy while she was on vacation. Teds cock was not going to go in, like that. He whispered into my ear to open my legs; I spread them a little. He tried again, with no success. Ted told me to spread them really wide, so I opened them wide enough that one foot was on the floorboard and the other leg was on the top of the back seat. Ted sat up, on his knees, and pointed his hard cock at his target. I felt so exposed and embarrassed that I closed my eyes. When he took the leg that was on the seat back and raised it over his shoulder, I could have died from embarrassment; He must have been able to see right up inside me.

Ted gave a tentative push and I felt his cock seated in my opening. I thought this was not so bad, I would just relax like he was putting a big tampon in. Then he pushed firmly, and because I was swampy slick down there, about half of his cock slipped inside me. OUCH! It hurt! A lot! All the stories I had heard, about how painful the first time was, must have been true! After the sharp pain, there was a, very intense, burning sensation. When I wiggled my bottom to try and find the place where it hurt the least, Ted assumed I was enjoying it and pushed in and out rapidly about three times, burying his cock completely inside me. I screamed, and I later learned that I bit his shoulder, but he finally stopped. I told him that it hurt and he asked if I was virgin. I had tears in my eyes when I told him that "I was!". Meaning that until a few seconds ago, I was virgin. Ted seemed genuinely sorry and stayed still for a minute or two. My hymen was history, and he was already inside me, so I told him to go ahead. Ted started slow and even though it felt like he was poking something hot, into me, it also felt good. It seemed like a long time, at the time, but in hindsight Ted probably lasted a full minute. Not bad for a high school guy. Ted came inside of me.

Now that I had his sperm inside of me, I began to think about the possibility of getting pregnant. Silly me, I was proud of having sex with the high school quarterback and truthfully, I really did not care if I got pregnant. In my young mind, it would have been a badge of honor to walk the halls of my school with his baby bump showing in my belly.

That would have been fine with me, except, next week Ted began flirting with another girl. She was a cheer leader and had huge boobs. In my opinion, she was, way prettier than I was. Ted never asked me out again; He had gotten what he wanted. It was then that I realized I had been very close to my fertile time and I began to worry about being pregnant. When my period was a week late, I almost lost my mind. I had worked up my courage to tell my mom that I was pregnant. I figured she would yell at me for a long time, so I decided to use the bathroom before I told her what I had done. I was never so happy to see a red spot on my underwear.

So, after that, I went to a local provider and got a prescription for birth control pills. A week of worry convinced me to stay celibate till graduation. I was a normal, hormonal, teenager and wanted to be sexually active but I managed to make myself and a couple dates, wait until after graduation. I would do whatever I wanted at my brother's house and not ruin my reputation.

I went, just two days after graduation, to visit my brother and his wife. I had my own room and since they both worked during the day, I would watch their baby. Our agreement was that I would babysit in exchange for room and board and then I would have evenings free to do what I wanted to do. I think my brother and his wife knew what I wanted to do and he suggested that I go down to the rec center, located just down the hill from their house where I could meet new friends. The first time I went to the rec center, I met a guy while playing pin ball and we ended up in his parent's basement. I don't think they were home, and we had good sex. I no longer had a hymen and my hair brush had been used regularly, so this time it did not hurt. I wanted it again and I wanted it soon. I have forgotten the guy's name, but I knew he was not someone I wanted to have a long-term relationship with. I also knew he would be available again if I wanted to have sex for fun.

My sister-in-law had the next day off so we went to the trailer park pool. It was there I met Jim and his buddy Allen. Jim was a hunk! I fell for him just like I had for the quarterback. Because I had no intention of having a serious relationship, I went with my heart or whatever part of my body was calling the shots at the time. I flirted with him till he asked me for a date.

We went out that night. He took me to a nice movie and a dinner at a rather nice Italian place. I thought he would be someone who would get lucky on the second date but when we stopped by his house on the way to my house, we began to kiss.

Jim was different that any boy I had gone out with. Every other guy I had dated always started by feeling my boobs. Jim leaned me back and while he kissed my neck, he pushed his hand inside my pants. Before I could complain, his fingers were strumming my clit and I was putty I his hands. Jim did something to me that I had never done before, he licked me down there. I lay there, on my back with my legs apart and my knees bent. I thought I was embarrassed when Ted could see my girl parts when I had sex the first time but this was much worse. His face was right there and he was licking me. It felt heavenly but I was worried that he would be able to taste the guy I was with the night before. I came on his tongue. We made love several times that night and I came several times. I had never had a climax with a man before.

Jim had to go to work in the morning, till noon, and I cleaned his house. I knew he was the man I wanted to spend my life with and we became a couple. I never went back to my brother's house and they were angry that they had lost a free babysitter.

Jim continued to be close friends with Allen. His friend Allen was a bit of a nerd. Allen was loyal to Jim and never seemed to have a date but Jim told me that he was very frustrated because he could not find a girlfriend. Jim suggested several times that I give Allen some release. He said it would not be cheating if I gave Allen a "Mercy Fuck". I always refused saying that I only wanted Jim to have my body.

Truthfully, I was not at all attracted to Allen. As I have said, he is a bit of a nerd and not very confident in himself. I liked confident men like the quarterback and Jim. I had no objection to having sex with other men that I was not in love with. In fact, that was my plan for the summer and I had hoped for my first few years of college. However, having sex with Jim's friend just seemed too weird and I was afraid it would ruin my relationship with Jim.

Summer vacation is roughly three months long and by the time we were into the second month, we were a solid couple. I was talking about getting married instead of going to college. Jim was talking about how much he would like to see me having sex with Allen. We had a few minor tiffs about this.

Finally, one Friday we were alone. That was unusual because I almost automatically made dinner for three, every night, because Allen was usually at our house, especially on the weekend. I later learned that Jim had asked Allen to stay away for Friday night, because he needed to talk with me. I was excited about spending time alone with my boyfriend but we had a terrible fight.

Jim told me that he was no longer sure we should be a couple. He expected me to give myself to his friend. Jim told me that if I was not willing to give him this, I don't know if he meant for himself or Allen, then maybe I should go back home at the end of the summer and go to college. I was hurt and outraged! I was also scared that Jim meant every word he had said. I did not want to lose him. After I had cried for a while, I examined the situation and my refusal to give my boyfriend what he wanted. It was not based on my high morals because I came here to have sex. It was not based on anything solid because I based my refusal on the fact that it might hurt my relationship with Jim. I was pretty sure my refusal had hurt our relationship already. I decided to negotiate with Jim.

One of the things Jim had suggested was for me to let Allen see my body. I am sure he was suggesting that I take off my clothes and let Allen see everything. I suggested that the most I could do was that I would let Allen see my boobs and surprisingly Jim agreed to accept that, at least for the time being. I felt that I could let Allen see my breasts if it meant saving my relationship with Jim. Jim called my bluff and told me that Allen would be visiting tomorrow night.

The next day I told Jim that I would let Allen see my boobs but I was not going to shamelessly strip off to the waist. I told him that I would make sure Allen saw my breasts but I wanted to do it in such a way that I did not look like a slut. I am not sure he liked the idea, but he went along with my plan.

The next night everything progressed like a normal Saturday night in our house. Jim worked until noon and then worked on a few projects, like mowing the lawn, until late afternoon and then we drove into town where he purchased a case of beer. This time I asked him to get me a bottle of wine. We grabbed a few groceries and returned home. Like most young people, steak was not on the menu. I prepared a pot of spaghetti and all the fixings, even garlic bread tonight.

I would normally shower just before bed but tonight I took my shower and made a few wardrobe changes. After I had done my normal shaving and reapplying my makeup, I put on a lacy pair of bikini style panties. I did not put my bra back on. This was significant because I normally always wore my bra. I am a full C-cup and it is very obvious if I do not have my bra on. After I shower, unless I am going straight to bed, I will put my bra on even before I put my panties on. I was confident that Allen had never seen me without my bra so I was also confident that he had never seen my breasts.

I then put on a very loose silk top. The top was meant to be worn over a tee shirt or another blouse. The silk top had a deep plunge in the front and was cut loose at the arms. Without a shirt under the top, it would be easy for Allen, or anyone else, to see down my top if I leaned forward.

Even though Allen ate with us most nights, I was nervous tonight. Jim did not make it any easier. He stared at me and actually had me lean forward in front of him. My boyfriend described what Allen would see and he said he could see all of my breast, even the nipple. He then pointed out that I was showing a lot of side boob from the arm holes. I felt very exposed and in fact I was very exposed. Maybe, I should have just done as Jim had requested and stripped off my top and let Allen see my breasts.

Allen arrived and he continually stared at me, hoping to see a bit of boob. He was too obvious about trying to see my boobs so I knew that Jim must have clued Allen in to what I was planning to do tonight and given him the okay to stare at me. When the guys were seated at the table, I steadied myself and put on a show for Jim's friend. I filled their plates from across the table and made sure I leaned forward and moved slowly. Both men unashamedly looked down my top for the entire time. I exaggerated how far I had to lean to fill their plates and I could feel that the silk was hanging loose and my breasts were swinging free. I knew Jim would be pleased that I had shown his friend so much of me.

The remainder of the night was spent watching a rented movie and drinking. The guys managed to polish off the entire case of beer, before midnight, and I had finished my bottle of wine as well. After the movie was over Jim wanted to dance and suggested that they take turns dancing with me. I knew what he was planning and I was drunk enough that I chose to go along with his plan. He put some music on the stereo and danced the first dance with me. As we danced, he whispered that I should rub my braless breasts against Allen when I danced with him.

The next dance was Allen's and I did as Jim had suggested. I put my arms around Allen's neck and swayed to the music. I know Allen could feel my nipples harden and move across his chest. It was turning me on to be acting like a slut for Jim's friend. Allen did not grope me but let his hand slide across the side of my breast every time we danced. I was watching Jim, and he would smile every time I let his friend have a little feel or a peek down my top. I was not sure about allowing his friend liberties with my body, but as long as my boyfriend was pleased it made me happy to let it happen.

I danced with each of them several times before we called it a night. Like usual, Allen spent the night on our couch. I didn't like this because I always felt that I had to be quiet while we made love, with Allen just on the other side of the wall. After what I had done for Jim tonight, I had hoped we would have an extra special session.

Jim was horny from watching me tease his friend with my breasts. We had sex. It was not the passionate love making that I had hoped for. Instead Jim climbed on top of me and began to pound me into the mattress while he told me how much it had turned him on and pleased him when I had let his friend see my breasts. I did enjoy the hard sex I was receiving and knowing that I had made Jim happy made me happy as well.

I knew that I would probably have to let Allen see my breasts again, sometime in the future, but it was only four days later when Jim asked me to do it again. I was a bit hurt and not sure if I was ready to do it again so soon. I certainly could not pretend I had forgotten to dress properly. After a brief argument, I agreed that I would let Allen see my boobs only this one more time. Jim said he would honor my wishes but if this was the last time I would do it, he wanted me to leave my top off and maybe let Allen feel my breasts, if he wanted to. Like any man would not want to feel a woman's breasts. I told Jim that I was not sure if I could let Allen touch me but I would do as he asked.

Allen always came to have dinner with us on Wednesday night and tonight was no exception. Again, Allen seemed to be expecting something from me but I was fully dressed with a nice blouse and high waist jeans. After dinner we watched a short sit-com. When Allen got up to use the bathroom, Jim asked me if I was going to let his friend see my tits. I told him that he would have to ask me to do it, in front of his friend. That way Allen would know that Jim was behind this and I was not a slut.

I had misjudged Jim, thinking that he would be uncomfortable asking me to expose myself to his friend. When Allen returned Jim turned his attention back to me and said, "So when are you going to let Allen see your tits." I blushed from my nose to my toes but steadied myself and told him that I would do it whenever he wanted me to. His response was predictable, he said, "How about now".

I was sitting on the couch between Jim and Allen. I had agreed, so I sat forward to sit on the edge of the couch and began to unbutton my blouse. I pulled the blouse off and pitched it onto the coffee table. I was in my bra, a new one that made my boobs look really good, in front of Allen. The bikini that I wore to the pool, the day I first met them, covered only a little more, but this seemed much naughtier, to let someone I was not in love with, see me in my bra. I sat there for a minute and then took the chicken's way out. I turned my back to Jim and told him to "Unhook me". If he wanted his friend to see my breasts, he would have to expose them to his friend.

Jim expertly tripped the hooks of my bra and it snapped loose. The straps allowed it to hang protectively in front of my breasts but we all knew that the next thing that had to happen was for me to lower the straps and let Allen see my boobs up close. I was still facing away from Jim and while I was very tempted to cover my breasts with my hands, I remained facing Allen and slipped one of my bra straps off of my shoulder. As my right breast came in to view, I relaxed my left shoulder and the bra slipped from my shoulders and fell into my lap.

I was sitting totally exposed in front of my boyfriend's best friend. I was embarrassed and I am sure I was blushing a very heathy shade of red. My body was betraying me, My nipples were harder than they had ever been and even though I did not like Allen, in a sexual way, I could feel myself getting hot and damp in my panties.

I sat there for a long time, or at least it felt like a long time and both Jim and Allen stared at my breasts. I finally became uncomfortable enough that I sat back on the couch and tried to change the focus by asking Jim if we were going to watch another show. Jim suggested that he would put a tape on the VCR and quickly moved to pop a sexy movie into the machine. We had watched this tape many times and the guys loved the many beach scenes of bikini clad young women running and dancing. Tonight, I watched the movie but I do not believe my guys ever took their eyes off of my bare breasts.

I could see both of them looking at me in my peripheral vision. I was trying to pretend that it was totally normal for me to watch a movie with my boobs hanging free but my nipples were so hard that they tingled and I could feel when even the slightest breeze caressed them. Towards the end of the movie, Jim put his arm over my shoulders. I cuddled next to him and was enjoying the closeness until he began to fondle my breasts in front of his friend. I didn't know what to do. I sat up straighter but when Jim gentle tugged me back against his shoulder and the couch, I allowed it.

My nipples were still very sensitive and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning while my boyfriend felt my breasts. The movie ended and we all got up to get drinks and stretch. I was still uncomfortable being topless in front of Allen but I was getting used to it. I asked Jim if I could cover up now and he said that he wanted to see Allen touching me. I started to tell Jim that I could not go that far, but Allen came back so I remained quiet. We sat back on the couch and Jim was surfing through the channels to find us something to watch. I cuddled next to him but this time he did not cuddle back this time. Hhe told me that I should let Allen put his arms around me.

It was inevitable, Allen was going to touch me, and I was going to allow it, so I just as well get it over with. I straightened up and then leaned over against Allen. He automatically put his arm around me and his fingertips we just inches from my bare breast. Even though I was not really into Allen it was kind of exciting to be letting him touch me. I closed my eyes, briefly, as I considered if touching my boobs would give Allen blue balls.

I quickly opened my eyes and looked at Jim for his approval when I felt Allen's hand cup my breast. Jim was smiling ear to ear and watched for several minutes while his friend enjoyed playing with my boobs. Allen was breathing hard, so I knew it was exciting him to feel my breasts. I could see a tent in Jim's pants so I knew he was hard. When I smiled at him, he leaned close and began kissing me. Now that turned me on. Letting Allen touch me was a bit of a turn on because I was doing something very naughty, but making out with Jim while his best friend touched me caused me to reach levels of excitement I had never felt before. Now I had no problem letting Allen touch me while I kissed my boyfriend. In fact, I turned my body, a little more towards Allen, to give him easier access.

I was so excited that I did not object when Allen unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. He let me preserve my modesty, a little, by leaving my panties on. They matched the new bra I had been wearing and I knew I looked sexy in them. Jim caressed me over my panties and then pushed his hand down inside them to finger me in front of his friend. I was so hot that I was not objecting to what my boyfriend was doing to me, with his friend watching. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I began to notice that there were ten fingers rubbing my pubic area. Jim had five of his fingers holding the back of my neck while we kissed. Allen had five fingers busy on my right breast, so that could only mean five of the fingers rubbing me over my panties had to belong to Allen. Even though I noticed this and began to panic, I was too far gone and Jim brought me to a strong orgasm. I came down from my climax and quickly grabbed Allen's hand and pushed it away.

Allen was not easily deterred and when I pushed his hand way from my pussy he moved my hand to the bulge in his pants. I could tell that Allen was gifted in the cock department but my orgasm was still racking my body and my brain was a jumble of emotions. I voluntarily felt Allen's hardness through his pants while my climax came down from its crest, and I enjoyed the aftershocks like the exploding sky rockets on the fourth of July.

As I came to my senses I quickly removed my hand from Allen's crotch. I looked to see if Jim had seen what I had done and he was still watching me and grinning. I was panting like I had run a marathon. Jim was grinning and Allen had pulled his hands away and was now waiting to see what would happen.

Jim looked me straight in the eyes and told me to let Allen touch me. I said "No!" but his eyes never left mine while he repeated that he wanted me to let Allen touch me. This time, I began to weaken, and only shook my head in the negative. Allen began to say that he was cool and I did not have to let him touch me, but Jim told Allen that I wanted to let him touch me and that I would be telling him it was okay. This time, in my mind, I was telling myself that I did not want Allen to touch me but I did not voice it or even shake my head. I lay there, looking into Jim's eyes.

Jim pulled back and I suddenly felt very lonely and exposed. I started to cover my breasts but then though better of it, and kept my hands at my side. Allen had seen me for the past couple of hours so there was no need to hide my boobs now. Jim repeated that he wanted me to let Allen "Play with me" as he described it and asked me to take my panties off so Allen knew that I wanted this. I sat there, frozen, while Jim repeated his request. This time he added that if I took my panties off and let his friend see "All of me" we could go back to kissing.

I tried not to show it but he had me when he promised to return to kissing me. I asked him if he promised and when he said yes, I made him kiss me first. Jim kissed me with enough passion that I could feel my reluctance melting fast. When he stopped, I knew the next move was mine so I slowly began to tug at the elastic waist band of my panties. I leaned all the way back and stretched my feet out as I slowly pushed the tiny lace garment down over my hips. I raised my bottom and my love hair came into view for Jim and his friend.

Both men had been panting, but now they must have been holding their breath because the house was strangely silent. The tiny piece of lace slipped easily the rest of the way down my legs and I kicked it completely off. I was totally naked in front of Jim and Allen. I reached to pull Jim in for another kiss but he resisted and told me to tell Allen that it was okay to touch me. I was overwhelmed at this point and did not break eye contact with Jim as I haltingly told Allen that he could touch me.

This wasn't good enough for Jim,, so he made me stop and face Allen while I politely told him what he could do. This time the words were harder to say but I was already completely naked, so I softly told Allen that it was ok, adding that he could touch me wherever he wanted as long as Jim and I were kissing.

When I returned my attention back to Jim, I asked him if I had done it right this time and he responded by pulling me tight for another kiss. As I melted into his arms, I felt him push my right knee toward Allen and then take my left and pull it open, exposing my very core to his friend. Now there was no way I could begin to look at Allen but I chose not to resist.

In seconds I could feel Allen's warm hands running up and down the inside of my thighs. My brain was on overload. I was incredibly turned on to be naked and fully exposed to Jim's friend. I was also so excited that I was shaking uncontrollably while I kissed my boyfriend. I was a willing participant and wanted the pleasure to continue. I was fully aware of each tiny step Allen took with my body. When his fingers touched my pubic hair it tingled. When a finger nudged at my swollen pussy I felt myself ready to drip and when he pushed a finger into my body, I moaned uncontrollably into Jim's mouth. This was probably the most exciting thing I had ever done.

Jim was gently holding my arms above my head while we kissed with animalistic urgency. I felt Allen between my legs as he leaned forward and sucked on my very sensitive nipples. I suddenly felt his erection bumping against my thigh. I knew Allen had taken his pants off and he was taking our game way further than I was ready to explore. I tried to break the kiss with Jim but he tightened his grip on my arms and refused to let me break the kiss to complain. I suppose I could have bitten him on his lips, but I wanted to be sure that he knew what his friend was doing, not disfigure my boyfriend.

Apparently Jim felt that if he held me still then I could not complain. I struggled a bit but knew what Jim wanted me to do so I relaxed and tried to concentrate on what Jim and I were doing.

That didn't work real well and I felt every bump and vein as Allen pushed his cock into my, now very slick vagina. I groaned into Jim's mouth and relaxed my legs to allow Allen to his pleasure. His pleasure became my pleasure and even though Jim was exciting me by kissing me, Allen made me climax. Twice. I guess I had my answer about whether Allen would have blue balls tonight.

I had resisted what Jim wanted me to do but now I no longer had secrets. It was nearly midnight and both of the guys needed to go to work in the morning. I stood, still nude and leaking another man's cum, and after grabbing both Jim and Allen's hand, I led them to the bedroom.

I did not get much sleep that night, and neither did Jim or Allen. My resistance was gone. When we got into the bedroom I pulled Jim close and we made passionate love. I no longer worried that Allen would hear us because I was stroking his cock while I made love to my boyfriend. As soon as Jim came, I turned my attention to Allen. I spent the night with either one or both men using my body.

So, when my husband very tentatively suggested that we open our marriage and try exploring sex with other people, I just said, "Yes".

Epilogue: What ever happened to Jim? I don't know. I had a fabulous rest of the summer. I shared the bed with Jim and Allen for the remainder of the summer and I enjoyed every minute of having two lovers. By the end of summer I had grown up a lot. I was seeing that Jim only cared about what he wanted and I had also decided that I needed to start college if I was ever going to make anything of my life. We tried having a long distance relationship but that lasted less than a month before I returned back to Jims house to learn that he had a new girlfriend. That actually made what I had to say a little easier because I had met a guy that I wanted to date. I never went back to see Jim or Allen but I had some fantastic memories from that summer.