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I had a very conventional upbringing and introduction to sex with my earliest sexual experience in college with my first serious boyfriend. I only had two more sexual partners before my marriage at 25. My married sex life was also quite conventional, nothing kinky or unusual, but always satisfying for both of us and we raised three healthy, well adjusted kids to adulthood.

I certainly had my share of sexual fantasies like everyone does, but certainly never seriously considered bringing them to life. The possible negative consequences for my personal reputation, job, marriage and family relationships always outweighed any desire to bring any fantasy to reality. But as I got older and children grew up and moved away and I became divorced I realized there were fewer restraints on my personal life, especially with respect to my sex life. But I had no idea how to bring any fantasies to reality, no matter much they fired my imagination.

I had my first threesome when I was 50 years old. I wasn’t looking for the experience when it happened but I’m glad it happened the way it did. My husband of 25 years was not involved even though he had expressed interest in trying it several times over the years. The thought of it did not really turn me on at all. His idea of a threesome was another male friend/acquaintance of ours joining us but I couldn’t handle the thought of being naked and having sex with another man I had already known for years while my husband watched us.

And having another man watch my husband and I doing it seemed even more weird. How do you face a friend in normal social situations after something like that? Or his wife? No way.

I only ever strayed once during our marriage (another story for another time) though I definitely fantasized about sex with other men regularly and my masturbation fantasies were populated with certain attractive male co-workers or a desirable husband in our social circle. And like all wives I would occasionally fantasize during sex with my husband, imagining that I was being fucked by another man. During those fantasy sessions with my husband, I would always maneuver into a spoon position or ‘doggystyle’ (I hate that term, btw, but LOVE the position) since it was easier to imagine being fucked by my fantasy lover while being fucked from behind. I would always cum more violently during those sessions, sometimes multiple orgasms, prompting a puzzled response from my husband. I convinced him it was the position, not my active imagination that caused my intense response. From talking with other wives I know I’m not abnormal at all in this way.

I also believe a solid marriage isn’t harmed by continuing to practice flirtatious behavior with the right man in the right circumstances. There’s no reason to completely abandon those interpersonal skills as long as one avoids crossing certain boundaries. Flirting isn’t being a ‘cocktease’ and it isn’t license to sexually grope a woman who you know is married, unless she has already let the man know that’s what she wants. Mutual flirtation always gives me an emotional lift and usually leads to good sex later–with my husband, not my flirtatious companion. I noticed that my husband was always a little turned on when he saw someone flirting with me at a social occasion. Probably a connection to his threesome fantasies.

My closest girlfriend for many years, Susan, and her husband Tim had been good friends of ours for years. My husband and I had socialized regularly with her and her husband over the years while they were married and we had kids about the same age. School functions and sports events also brought us into regular contact until our kids were grown and moved away. Sue and Tim divorced several years before my husband and I divorced and I always envied the way she handled it all, maintaining an active social life and always upbeat, not angry or depressed over the split. We no longer socialized as a couple with Sue or Tim, but I still saw her regularly on my own since our friendship was not predicated on either of us being part of a ‘couple’.

I got vicarious enjoyment out of our monthly ‘Friday night wine tasting’ sessions as she related her latest relationship sagas to me. She dated regularly and enjoyed an active sex life, hooking up with the occasional loser but still very much enjoying the good lovers she got to have sex with. Over time I got the sense my husband resented the time I spent with Sue alone, as if she was somehow ‘not a good influence’ for me, as her ‘lifestyle’ was unhealthy for her and me. Of course that just caused me to value my time with her all the more.

Sue eventually settled on a long-term relationship bursa escort with one guy, Ed, a few years younger than her, also divorced who lives in another state. She found that was the ideal situation as she values her ‘me time’ in her own home and then enjoying his visits all the more when he came to town. I got to meet him several times while visiting Sue for our usual get togethers and always made sure not to stay too late so they could spend as much time in the sack as possible.

He is Definitely a handsome well-built man who works as a carpenter/contractor. Nice biceps and pecs, narrow waist and looks good in tight jeans and tight T-shirt. I instantly added him to my roster of fantasy lovers for masturbation sessions and even during sex with my husband. I never told my husband about the times I spent with Sue while her boyfriend was there as I knew he would consider that crossing a line in some way.

One Friday night a year ago I was visiting Sue and her bf when a sudden blizzard blew in. Her home is in the foothills outside of Denver up a winding highway, treacherous enough in daylight and good weather but downright life-threatening in the dark with ice slicked surfaces and after several glasses of wine. She and Ed insisted I stay overnight in one of the extra bedrooms and I was in no mood to disagree. I called my husband to let him know I’d be home in the morning after the ice and snow had at least partly melted–he was about to call and tell me not to drive home after seeing the weather and hazardous driving warnings on TV, so thankfully no argument over me spending more time with Sue (I didn’t mention Ed).

Sue lent me a nightie of hers to wear and I went to bed in what used to be one of her kids’ old bedrooms down the hall from the master bedroom. I definitely slept like a log shortly after putting my head on the pillow. Several hours into my sleep I started to have an erotic dream, I can’t even remember the details of it but I awoke feeling very wet already. And I immediately heard the stimulus for my late night dream–the sounds of Sue and Ed going at it from their bedroom. Hilarious! She had long ago regaled me with tales of the wonderous length and girth of Ed’s cock: “The largest I’ve ever had in me!”. Another reason he was in my roster of fantasy fuck buddies.

I was wide awake so I figured I might as well make the best of the situation and immediately put my hand into my already soaking panties and masturbated to a wonderful orgasm to the sounds of their lovemaking, imagining I was trying to lower myself onto Ed’s very large throbbing cock, feeling every bump and swollen vein making it’s way into my very tight pussy. They paused briefly after what was obviously a very loud orgasm by Sue before starting again! And I had no trouble getting myself off a second time, though for the second orgasm I actually imagined that Sue and I were pleasuring each other rather than Ed providing the stimulation. I couldn’t tell which fantasy gave me the stronger orgasm.

The next morning at breakfast I never let on that I had heard their vigorous (and long-lasting) session of the night before. And I especially didn’t let on that I had been a vicarious and satisfied participant with them. I was still wet driving home late that morning. I even made sure my wet panties were at the bottom of the laundry hamper after I changed so my husband wouldn’t accidentally see the results of my late-night horniness and get the wrong idea of what I had been doing. Though I suppose a part of me wanted him to see the results of my fantasy fucking so I could tell him what I was masturbating to.

Over the ensuing year I found out about my husband’s infidelity with a co-worker that had been going on for quite some time. We separated, he moved out and I kept the house. We aren’t divorced but it’s only a matter of time. And naturally Sue has been my main source of support and comfort, though I tried not to abuse her time and over burden her with my problems. I was in no mood to start dating and even found it difficult to work up the enthusiasm to even masturbate over the usual fantasies that once turned me on. My libido was definitely at it’s lowest ebb. I was sure menopause, weight gain and hot flashes would not be far behind. Though my ob/gyn assured me my hormone levels and plumbing were in prime shape.

Sue was very encouraging, adding her certainty that I would find a hot guy interested in me. Her proof of that possibility was her own bf, Ed. She noted that Ed had said on several occasions that he found me very attractive and even fantasized about a threesome with both of us, or even bursa escort bayan just fucking me solo if she gave her permission!

She put a damper on that by saying she wouldn’t let that happen since she only wanted me to herself, rather than share me with someone else! Holy shit. I tried not to spit out my glass of wine over those comments, but thanked her. And kissed her, lingering slightly as I did so. We were both flushed red over that moment. I left her house shortly after that but her comments were always swirling around in my head for weeks after that and strangely my failing libido started to return. I could even masturbate to orgasm fantasizing about Ed fucking me with his huge cock or Sue and I doing a wild 69.

A few weeks after that conversation Sue invited me over for dinner with her and Ed as he was in town for a weekend visit. I quickly accepted since it had been a while since we had seen each other and I was looking forward to a few hours of socializing with compatible people after a week of stressful work. I came straight from work (teacher/librarian at a Middle School) wearing my usual work ‘uniform’: white blouse, pearls, knee length pencil skirt, hose and comfortable low-heeled shoes. I was ready to relax, drink some wine and eat some pasta with Ed’s fantastic home made sauce recipe.

We stayed up talking long after dinner and had too much Pinot Noir, post meal. It was time to go but I was definitely a bit tipsy getting up from the sofa and there was no hiding it from my hosts.

Sue was emphatic: “It’s definitely bedtime for you, no way you’re driving home in this condition.” I couldn’t argue otherwise and both she and Ed got up to help me up stairs. I insisted I was ok but kicked off my shoes to get up the stairs a bit easier and Ed and Sue each gently took a forearm to guide me. It wasn’t until we were already in the master bedroom that I realized we weren’t heading to my usual overnight stay in her daughter’s old bedroom.

“You guys don’t have to give up your bedroom for me just because I’m a little tipsy!”

Sue leaned into my ear and almost whispered “Who said anything about giving up our bedroom?”

I giggled nervously at her obvious joke, as she stood in front of me and started to unbutton my blouse. Ed was standing behind me, hands gently on my waist, when I felt him slowly unbutton and begin pulling down the zipper at the back of my skirt. I audibly gasped as Sue put a finger to her lips and gave me a “hush darling”.

She had my blouse completely unbuttoned before I could make even a weak attempt to move my hands to her wrists in response. Ed already had my skirt pulled down past my knees. They weren’t joking about anything. My whole body shivered in anticipation at that moment and my blouse was on the floor.

“My, my, aren’t we the sexy little vixen!” Sue said as she took in what I was wearing underneath my ‘school’ attire: my sexiest, see-through, flesh tone, matching bra and panties and thigh high stockings. I always like to dress sexy underneath when I know I’m going out, whether it’s a date with a guy or just a social occasion in the presence of attractive men. Not because I expect to undress foranyone, but simply to feel good about myself in social settings. But now my attire and my sudden awareness of how I looked in front of them suddenly turned up the heat several notches for all three of us. I stepped out of my skirt as it fell to my ankles and I could hear Ed taking off his clothes behind me in the dimly lit room.

Sue pulled me toward her and kissed me lightly, then passionately on the lips as she slid one hand down to stroke my pussy, outside my panties. Ed pressed up against me, naked now. I was already getting very wet and my breath was coming in ragged gasps when I felt his hard cock against the small of my back. With the difference in our height, I could feel the warm shaft from just above my ass and running up my spine for what seemed a ridiculous length. I instantly knew Sue hadn’t been exaggerating one bit, even without actually seeing his cock.

Now Sue’s hand was inside my panties, her fingers going slowly over my clit, and partway into my pussy. I thought I heard her moaning before I realized it was me doing the moaning. I was involuntarily grinding against both of them now. My legs felt weak and shaky as Ed pulled my panties all the way to my ankles and I obligingly stepped out of them. Sue had almost all of her clothes off as Ed unclasped my bra and I let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor.

They guided me to the bed and onto my back. Ed was to my side, his mouth on my right breast, escort bursa taking in my rock hard nipple as one hand gently kneaded my other breast. Sue opened my legs and kissed her way down my thighs to my pussy, cupping her hands under my ass and lifting gently as her tongue entered me. This was complete sensory overload for me. It was like every one of my erogenous buttons was being pressed at the same time. I was going to cum like crazy, it was just a matter of when and how hard.

Sue started using one hand in my pussy while running her tongue over my clit like the expert she obviously was. First one finger then two, then three. Slowly at first, then more rapidly. My hips were starting to rise and fall involuntarily. Ed moved his mouth from one breast to the other, sucking my now super sensitive nipples that felt ready to explode. My whole body felt like one of those wind up ‘jack in the box’ toys where you crank the handle until the little clown head pops out after a certain number of turns. But now it was like the handle had been cranked a hundred turns past my normal explosion point. No matter how I squirmed and writhed to try and start the release of my orgasm, it was just going to happen on its own and it was going to be huge.

Suddenly my back arched involuntarily and I couldn’t help screaming in a mixture of agony and pleasure. It was as if an invisible wire running from my pussy to the base of my skull had just shot an electric charge through my entire torso. It came in several equally strong, back-arching pulses and I couldn’t help screaming in ecstasy with each pulse until it finally subsided. After it stopped I could only lay there gasping to catch my breath. They both continued gently stroking my body while I came out of the fog of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

Before I knew what was happening Ed was turning me on my side and spooning forcefully against my backside. That long, hard cock was once again pressing against me, this time lower, getting between my ass cheeks. Sue was now sucking my nipples and again reaching down to my clit, but more gently, realizing how sensitive it was after such an intense orgasm.

I was too weak to do anything in response as Ed used both hands to open me up from behind and press the head of his cock against my pussy lips. He was slow, shallow and rhythmic in his initial thrusts, and I knew right away I was about to have the largest cock inside me that I’ve ever had. He kept putting more and more of his cock into me. The thickness and the length of it took my breath away with each slow, gradually deepening thrust. Sue gently pressed my clit against his cock as it slid in and out of me, giving just the right amount of stimulation to guarantee another orgasm. Her lips on my nipples gave me even more stimulation than I could handle.

Finally he was all the way in me and I had to lift my upper leg and wrap it partly around Sue to accommodate his whole cock with any measure of comfort. The rise to orgasm started all over again just like before and I thought I could handle it and control it better than the first time, but no such luck. My body kept winding up and up like before, well past my usual explosion point. I tried to grind my pussy a bit more against Sue and even pushed back against Ed’s huge cock to take him even deeper into me to set off my climax again, to no avail. Once again I was no longer in control of my own body. Then like before it just washed over me like a tsunami. They were both holding me tightly sandwiched between them this time. I couldn’t easily release all that built up tension with my arms pinned and laying on my side. So my whole body shook violently as the orgasm coursed through me over and over again.

Ed suddenly stopped thrusting and jammed his cock deeper into me one last time and kept it there as it pulsated for what seemed like a half dozen times. I could feel a blast of warm cum shooting up into me with each pulse, something I often feel when a man cums inside me. But this was different, an ocean of cum was going into me, so much that it was rapidly running out of me, down my ass, onto the bedspread in a warm pool. Sue and Ed both began laughing at the spectacle of my two sudden and overwhelming orgasms. I could hardly fault them. Glancing at the digital clock on the night table over Sue’s shoulder I saw that only 15 minutes had elapsed since we stepped into the bedroom. Holy fuck!

My head was throbbing, something I haven’t experienced from having an orgasm before, but these were so intense the only cause for my throbbing head had to be from cumming so hard, so quickly. I even googled the topic later to find it really is a ‘thing’. Crazy.

Even in my dazed state I knew I had to do something to reciprocate, especially for Sue. I had never engaged in any sort of sex act with a woman before but I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to eat her pussy and make her cum.

To be continued…

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