Note: this a very long part to read. I didn't break it up. Rather, I left it intact so I could share the experience of that Thursday evening with Bob and Cheryl.

Cheryl opened the door.

She was wearing a sheer, see-through, low-cut white outfit that looked like a jumpsuit. She was wearing nothing else underneath the jumpsuit and I was immediately presented her remarkable breasts visible through the fabric. Given she was wearing this, I assumed that the two of them had made a choice to have us play together.

She ushered me through the door.

"We hoped that you would come," she said. Or maybe that was cum.

As I stepped through the entrance, I could see Bob in the kitchen preparing our meal. He was already in his pajamas.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"It was great! And it looks like it might be getting better," I said. He turned, nodded his head and smiled.

"Actually, it was nice to do some spring skiing on some of the slopes I discovered back in February. It wasn't crowded and I could really enjoy the runs." He asked me if I skied the Back Bowls and I told him "Not this time." The Back Bowls of Vail were still a bit intimidating for me.

Cheryl ushered me past the kitchen opening and towards the dining room and living room area.

"Would you like some wine?" she asked.

"I'd love some," I said. She took the wine bottle, opened it, and poured some wine into one of the wine glasses sitting on the table and then handed it to me.

"Would you like to get a shower before dinner to wash off the chlorine from the pool?" she asked. I replied that I did.

She took my hand to lead me back to bathroom and shower.

"I'll be back with some towels for you," she said. I set down my glass of wine on the counter and my small bag containing my shaving kit, pajamas, and some underwear (in the event I wanted or needed to have some). I sat down and slipped off my after-ski boots and then stood to remove my sweatshirt. I was just slipping out of my sweatpants when she returned with the towels. I turned around to see her in the doorway holding two towels. I was standing there in my white swimsuit and my cock wasn't exactly flaccid. She set the towels down on the counter and said "Let me give you a hand with that."

She untied the drawstring, put her thumbs inside the waistband at my hips and began to pull down my swimsuit. As my cock got wound into the front panel, she stopped, grabbed my cock and gently pulled it out of the fabric. My cock immediately got erect and she slid close to me while sliding her right hand up and down the length of my cock.

"A preview of things that cum," she said quietly. "and a really nice ass, too!" as she looked at my butt. She stepped away and could see in my profile the fullness of my erection.

"Go ahead and get your shower and put on your pajamas. Dinner will be ready in about 10 to 15 minutes." There was a twinkle to her eyes as she surveyed...me. She slowly turned to walk back towards the living room and I took in that marvelous ass of hers through the sheer fabric.

"Okay," I said and I closed the door. I stayed pretty hard throughout the shower thinking about the situation. I was only in the shower for a few minutes to wash off the chlorine from my skin and hair. After drying off, I put on my black satin jumpsuit pajamas (with white satin trim and a white satin waist-tie). I packed my sweat clothes and swimsuit into my bag, grabbed my glass of wine, and emerged into the dining room/living room area.

"TA-DA!" I said.

"Appropriately dressed for our dinner," Cheryl said.

As dinner was being served, the three of us engaged in conversation around our skiing. Bob and Cheryl had gone to Breckenridge, too, while I was in Vail. We were still planning to go (together) to Copper Mountain the next day. Then, as now, it is funny to reflect upon that situation: dinner by candlelight with three friends sitting around the table in their sensuous pajamas talking about anything but the question at hand. Were the three of us going to be fucking...together?

We were well into the meal when Bob finally brought it up.

"After you left the other night, we talked," he said.

"And WE FUCKED! A LOT!" Cheryl said.

"Yes, we did," Bob said. "The eroticism of what you described was just so damned hot..."

"We just kept playing with the different ideas with each other about what it would be like," Cheryl added. She went on to describe some of the fantasies that they built and fucked to based from our conversation.

"The next thing we knew, it was late morning and we had missed the racing." They told me they had gone up to A-Basin to ski in the afternoon and hoped that they would see me later during the day or Wednesday evening. They, like me, were hoping for some sort of message on Wednesday as a follow-up. I told them that I did stop by their condo and I didn't get an answer to my knocking on the door. Besides, as I had pointed out, this was something that they had to choose do and it was best if they chose that together without a sense of pressuring by me.

From everything they told me, though, my assessment to give them time and space was a wise one. The more they thought and talked about it, the hornier they got and, even with the elevated sex levels they were experiencing, they came to the conclusion that they just could not pass up the experience...particularly with someone who had previous experience.

"So, can I ask you something?" Bob asked.

"Sure, anything!" I said.

"We remember you talked about your first time with another couple," Bob said. "And I remember that you said that he spent the night with your girlfriend, and you spent the night with his wife."

"Yes?" I half stated, half asked.

"Did you and he bang his wife or was it that you and he who banged your girlfriend?"

"Both," I said.

"Both?"

"Yes, both," I replied.

"There were times where Ted and I were fucking his wife, Annie, together. There were other times when he and I were fucking Catie together," I said.

"Orally, vaginally, or anally?" Cheryl asked.

"Any combination of those," I replied. I thought for a moment and then added, "Well, we didn't do double vaginal or double anal. I think we would have tried that later. But, both of them were really into anal sex. It surprised me how fast Catie got into anal. She was an anal virgin when I met her and I was quite filling. Sometimes she wanted to be pounded in the ass. But most of the time it was the slow, deep penetration and then feeling me cum in her that she seemed to like the most."

Then I asked Cheryl "Do you like anal?"

She looked at Bob and then back to me. "Sometimes. Sometimes it feels really good and cumming (with her fingers or with a vibrator) while Bob is inside my ass just feels so intense. Other times, it's just a pain in the ass."

"I know what you mean. And when you do anal, is it spontaneous or do you plan for it?" I asked.

"It's mostly spontaneous, don't you think?" she asked Bob.

"Mostly," he agreed.

"Another question. While you and Ted were playing with one of the women, what was the other one doing?" he asked.

"Sometimes either Catie or Annie would watch the scene, probably rubbing themselves. But both of them were comfortable playing with other women, too. So, they'd also find some way to join in. The fourways were pretty interesting but wouldn't apply here."

"What else?" I asked.

"Bob would like to know what it feels like to have another cock inside me in the hole right next door," Cheryl said, referring to a simultaneous insertion both vaginally and anally.

"Well, as I mentioned the other night, you can't be worried about your parts coming into contact with the other guy. Usually, you're going to have balls to balls contact at a minimum." Then looking at Cheryl "particularly if you're reaching to feel us balls deep inside you."

"I find it exciting because I can feel the pressure and the motion of the other cock through the tissue walls on the underside of my cock. It's a little like being rubbed or masturbated by someone else. It feels different to me if I'm in the anal position compared to vaginal position and they both feel good. Finally, I like to feel the sensation of the other guy cumming. So, as Bob was cumming in you, I'd try to be deep inside you and holding still, whether in your pussy or in your ass, so that you and I could both feel Bob cumming inside you. Catie told me that having both holes filled made it easier for her to feel each contraction as cum was being spurted into her."

These were all such pleasant memories and the fact that a few months had passed since Catie's death made it easier to talk about these fun times. The fact that they were erotic and could give people pleasure in the retelling would be just the thing that Catie would have wanted.

Now, all this discussion was going on while we were eating dinner and I could see the effect on Cheryl. Her nipples were standing out hard under the sheer fabric of her jumpsuit. I was pretty sure that Bob was sitting in his chair with an erection that was just as stiff as the one I was sporting. The flushed skin sensations were more than just the wine affecting us. We had finished our meal and were sitting at the table gazing at each other by candlelight

"You've told us about all these wonderful things and experiences," Cheryl said. "What's your favorite thing to do?" she asked.

I immediately thought of the enemasex that Catie and I shared with each other and with certain of our partners. I didn't think that Bob and Cheryl were ready to hear the details of that (especially during dinner). However, I was willing to share certain aspects that I/we found very enjoyable.

"I love to be on my back, being ridden, when I cum. With all my lovers, I've always loved to stay in them for as long as I can after cumming and maybe get hard again for the next round. There's no rush to pull out if we can remain close after an orgasm. If and when I slide out of them, I like them to walk their pussies up to my face, sit down on my mouth and have me clean them out with my mouth and my tongue. And then share that cum through kisses. We'd do the same thing, sharing my cum, if she caused me to cum in her mouth."

I could tell that was a erotic concept (at least for Cheryl) to imagine what it was like to have anyone clean her out that way, much less Bob. My guess was Bob wasn't so sure about that. I thought I'd give Cheryl (at least) something more to consider.

"One of the most erotic things I ever did with Catie was with the group of six men in Minneapolis. Catie being on her knees with her ass up in the air. I was under her in a 69 position so that she could suck my cock while she was being fucked. She had her hips tilted to hold in as much cum as she could while all six guys came in her, several more than once. I was positioned so that I could catch any cum that dripped out of her or was forced out of her by the cocks pounding her. When they were finally done filling her, I placed my mouth to her pussy and then she tilted up to drain that cum out of her into my mouth. She and I shared it and then swallowed it"

The look on Cheryl's face was a smile of astonishment as her mind's eye tried to recreate that scene.

"The women wanted me to teach my technique to their partners."

"When Catie was cleaned out anally prior to our sexcapades, she loved to feel me cum in her ass and when I slipped out, loved to feel my tongue probing and swirling in her asshole with my cum dripping out of her. That took us a while to get comfortable doing," I said.

I had just injected another level of sexual buzz and I knew it.

"Do you know what you'd like to do?" I asked them.

"Well, I'd like to know what they all feel like?" Cheryl said. "We both do."

"Two things," I said. "There are only the three of us and that's a people limitation. Lastly, everything I just described in the last couple of minutes with dripping and cleaning out cum can only be done without condoms. Even me staying inside you for any length of time means no condoms. You need to decide whether that's something you want to do," meaning both of them.

We were done with dinner and we moved to pickup the dishes and silverware and move them into the dishwasher. Bob was obviously erect, as was I. Cheryl's crotch was wet as could be discerned by moisture evident in the crotch area of her jumpsuit. The few minutes of non-sexual normalcy took us back (slightly) from a sexual edge.

The actual dessert was an Irish Creme pie which we would have later. We had Irish coffees and went out into the living room to finish our conversation. We established "rules" for all of us around "stopping," we had a more detailed discussion around the condom question, sexually transmitted diseases, and birth control, and anything else that we thought of.

All that was left was how to "start." At this point, the fantasy of a spontaneous threesome was long since past. Maybe the first night when I asked for the raincheck on the nightcap was the closest to spontaneous that it could have been. As mentioned, they had been thinking about "something" for this trip with a group like-minded people, people on a ski-retailer's annual trip to Colorado, that they thought about finding someone or another couple and hoping that the something that happened didn't didn't disappoint.

As it turned out, the couple of days between the question "So, do you want to fuck my wife?" and now had given them the time and space to sort things out and to say "yes" to two questions: "Do we really want to try this?" and "Is this the right person?"

They had already worked out a starting plan. After that, it was unscripted.

"And so we begin..." was the thought I had and didn't speak.

Unlike the prior night where I was sitting on the chair, I was sitting on the couch with Cheryl and Bob was sitting in the chair. At the time, I thought that was intentional because Bob got to the chair first in front of me.

Cheryl stood up and moved over to the chair to have Bob stand up. I watched them embrace, kiss, and say something to each other that mirrored what Catie and I shared with each other in this type of situation; that we belonged to each other. Cheryl slowly opened each button on his pajama top, rubbing his chest, running her hands under the material onto his back. Bob's body was one of someone who was more muscular and worked out with weights. Of course, that was obvious at the pool as was the fact that he was hairier than I was.

She slipped his pajama top down his arms and laid it on the arm of the chair. She guided him over to the area in front of the couch where she had been sitting. From his left side, I was was watching as she unbuttoned the front fly of his pajama bottoms. His cock didn't exactly pop out as she unbuttoned the front. She guided it out of the front of his pajamas and lightly grasped it and slid her hands over its length.

"There it is," Cheryl said, as she gently stroked it while looking up towards his face. Bob tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes. It was an erotic sight to be witnessing. Cheryl looked over at me, smiled, and winked before turning back to Bob. She released the top button of Bob's pajama bottoms so that they could slide down his legs and then slid her hands around his (hairy) ass alternating gliding over the skin and muscles and kneading them.

When his pajama bottoms slid down, I could see Bob's cock throbbing and bobbing to his heartbeat. His was not a wimpy cock. Maybe not as long as mine when erect, but my impression was that it was thicker. Cheryl kneeled down to help him step out of his pajama bottoms. As she placed them on the arm of the chair beside her, she reached up with her right hand and placed her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock and behind his balls and brought her mouth and specifically her tongue under his balls. With her tongue, she traced the path from his ball sac up the underside of his cock, under the backside of the head of cock (glans) and then finally to the very tip and the slit where his precum was leaking. Finally, she swirled her tongue around his glans before taking his cock into her mouth. Bob shuddered, got a little weak-kneed, and moaned as she did this. It was a beautiful thing to watch and behold.

She had him sit down on the couch, spread his legs, and lean back while she proceeded to give him an incredible blow job. At times, Bob would wrap his hands around the back of her head to help guide his blow job. As he got closer to cumming, she "came up for air" and told him that she wanted to empty his balls, she wanted to suck every bit of cum out of them so that he had room to fill them up again. She turned to me and asked me quietly "When he cums, are you willing to share his cum?" I nodded my head and said "yes."

She went back down on his cock and in another minute or two she was sucking him over his orgasmic edge. He tensed up, arching and pushing his back into the back cushion of the couch, and raising his hips into her mouth, letting out a long, continuous moan as he sprurted his load of cum into her mouth. His hands were gripping the seat cushion for most of this and as his orgasm subsided, he released the cushion and gently placed his hands around her head as those last spasms pushed his remaining cum into her mouth.

After he was done, Cheryl pulled away from his slightly softer cock, opened her mouth to show us the load of cum she was holding there. That was my cue and I leaned over to place my lips and open mouth in contact with hers. My tongue slid between her lips to slid into her mouth and over her tongue to "play" in the pool of cum that was in her mouth. She tensed up for just a moment before pressing her tongue into my mouth. Years later I learned that the term for this activity was "snowballing" and it was a first for her. She and Bob might kiss immediately after she had swallowed all of his cum, but they never shared his cum like this.

We made a short game of it so Bob could watch his cum be shared by the two of us. We didn't say anything (difficult to do with cum in your mouth) until we were both ready to swallow the cum we held in our mouths. We wiped the drops of cum from under each other's lower lips leading to our chins as the final steps to our snowballing.

Cheryl spoke first. "Wow, that's so hot. It made me cum."

"I know," I said. She was still breathing pretty hard from cumming. I leaned over to give her another kiss. "I'm glad I could share that with you," I said.

She stood up and said "Now, for you," as she took my hand to signal me to stand up. I was glad the jumpsuit I was wearing was black because the amount of precum I had leaked out since I put it on created a wide wet area on the front.

Getting me out of my jumpsuit was quite simple. A single satin tie sash was all that held it closed and tight to my waist. She pulled the end of the sash and the knot unraveled. The deep V-opening ran all the way down to my crotch. Cheryl reached through the opening and grasped my cock and pulled it from behind the satin material.

"Such a nice looking cock," she said. Of course, she had seen me erect when she removed my swimsuit a little earlier. My assessment was that I was slightly longer than Bob with a little less girth to my cock compared to his. She slid her hands over the length of my cock and then down to my balls.

"I hope those are full," she said of my balls.

"Oh, I'm sure they are," I replied. And then I added, "And I intend to fill you up."

Getting me out of my jumpsuit was as easy as slipping it off my shoulders and allowing it to fall down my body. I stepped out of of the jumpsuit. And, as my swimsuit revealed, I was leaner, less muscular than Bob with a runner's or a mountain climber's body. My muscles were delineated, too. My weight lifting wasn't as heavy and was geared more for endurance than mass lifting. And I wasn't nearly as hairy as Bob, either.

I honestly expected Cheryl to drop down and take my cock in her mouth like she had done with her husband. She didn't. Rather she quietly said "undress me."

From Bob's perspective what he could see was my rear 3/4 profile from the right side like I could see his from the left. Cheryl had my cock and balls in her hands as she gently stroked me. I stepped to my right (her left as I faced her) towards Bob and then got around behind her while gently moving her to her left by her shoulders so that she would be directly in front of Bob.

Once I had her positioned, I slipped my hands and arms under her arms and then back up to the front of her shoulders, drew myself close so she could feel my cock in the small of her back just above her butt crack, and leaned my head over to nuzzle and gently kiss her neck on the right side. I cupped my hands under her breasts and let them circle around them while giving her nipples a gentle squeeze through the fabric. And then I moved up to the top snap on her jumpsuit and unsnapped it. I let my hands run down either side of her abdomen to the top of her thighs and then drew them back up the inside of her thighs to the "Happy V" of her pubic area and then back around her breasts.

I repeated this pattern with each snap, though once the snaps down to her navel were opened I could draw my hands back along her skin rather than through the fabric. Once the snaps just above her pubic area were open, I allowed my hands to slide down the inside of the fabric to her thighs and then back up the inside of her thighs like I had been doing earlier. She reached around behind her with both hands and grasped and squeezed my cock. I looked occasionally as I was doing this slow unsnapping of her outfit. He looked on approvingly and was getting hard again watching his wife being undressed in this way.

There were only a few more snaps to open once I got to her pubic mound and once I was there, I took my fingers over vulva and labia rather than down and back up her thighs. She was incredibly warm and incredibly wet. She released my cock from one of her hands as I brought my hands back up to her breasts and used it to draw my fingers to her mouth where she sucked her pussy juices from my fingers and back to stroking my cock at her back.

I couldn't reach the last snap from her front, so I pulled the fabric gently to force it to release. I drew my index fingers directly up her slit. She was having a little trouble standing every time my finger passed through and over her clitoris. On my last pass down her abdomen, I gently yet firmly grasped be pubic area for 20 to 30 seconds before sliding my hands back up to remove her jumpsuit from her shoulders. The sleeves slid easily down her arms and then the jumpsuit followed down her body to the floor. She stepped out of it and turned around so that we were face to face with my cock pressing into her belly.

"I want you in me, now," she whispered as she turned me around so that I could land on the couch beside Bob. She gently pressed me down to the couch, straddled my legs, and then brought her knees beside my hips. I nearly asked her if she was sure because there was no going back. There was no denying insertion once I was inside her. She reached down to position my cock at her vaginal opening, the head of my cock inside the folds of her labia. She moved herself around a little to have me slide in just a little more so she was certain about having the correct angle. She reached over to grasp Bob's hand and brought it up to her lips to kiss his hand. It looked like she mouthed "I love you" and then slid down on my cock.

I sure went into her easy. She was very wet and maybe because Bob's cock was bit larger in diameter than I was. But from her reaction, I must have gone deeper when she settled all the way down on me. She let go of Bob's hand and pulled her hands up and a little outside of her shoulders.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She bit her lip and nodded yes as she began to rock her hips forward and back like she was trying to get me all the way in her. I changed the angle of my hips to move with her and to help her take me as deep as she wanted. She finally extended her arms and put her hands on my shoulders as she continued to rock her hips on me. Bob was slowly stroking himself watching Cheryl and I right beside him. Cheryl told us she was experiencing these little orgasms each time as she rocked on my cock. She probably did that for a couple of minutes until she experienced a really big one. And we hadn't even started fucking vigorously yet.

She reached down and started stroking Bob and told him to "be ready" for her. In that moment, I assumed that it meant that she would slide off me and slide down his cock to fuck him. I had no idea of whether she might mean before or after I came in her or whether she planned to go back and forth between our two cocks since we were both on the couch and she could kind of hop from one to the other of us. That's exactly what she had in mind.

She had another orgasm while riding my cock and then slid me out of her and moved over to Bob and started to ride him. She rode him for a few minutes through several orgasms and then came back to me. She was enjoying her orgasms while prolonging ours (though Bob had already cum once and I hadn't). During one of the times when she was riding Bob, I leaned forward and opened the tube of lubricating gel that was sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch and put a big glob of on my index and middle finger of my left hand. They were so involved with each other that I don't think that either one of them noticed what I had done.

When she came back to me and started riding me, I slipped my index finger in her ass. She immediately reacted to it in a pleasurable way. I gave a minute or so to get accustomed to riding me with my finger in her ass before I slipped my other finger in and rotating it slightly while I pressed her rectum towards where my cock was sliding in pussy.

Since I lubricated her, she had Bob slide his finger in her ass, too.

I think it was on the fifth time she was riding Bob that she took him right over the edge and he came inside her pussy. They held each other tightly as he squirted his cum into her pussy. She knew from what I had told them already that sliding back into her cum filled pussy wasn't an issue for me and she put me right into her. And started riding me harder than she had so far. Bob got up and wandered to the kitchen while we were fucking away. I suggested to Cheryl that we change positions for me to come in her. She asked me what I wanted and I had her standing in front of the couch leaning over while I fucked her from behind.

Bob came back with a beer and settled down in the chair to watch me fuck his wife from behind. There was sound of her moaning, the slap/pop of my hips against her ass. i varied the pace and the angle to the long run-up to me cumming. I asked if her she was ready for me.

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed.

I looked over to Bob and asked "Are you ready for me to cum in her?"

I was sure hoping he didn't say 'no.'

"Fill her up!" he said.

With the last several upward thrusts into her to bring her to her toes, I finally felt myself go ever the edge and pressed my cock into her as far as I could while grasping her hips and then held still to feel (and so she could feel) each pulse of my cum deep in her pussy. It was a long one, with pulse still firing nearly two minutes after I started to cum. I asked her if she was okay because I was just going to stand there with my cock inside her until I started to get limp. I could feel myself sliding out of her. When I pulled out, I held her hips and dropped down to me knees and brought my mouth to her pussy that was now dripping my cum and whatever amount of Bob's cum was left in her after I was fucking her.

She inhaled deeply as my lips pressed against her pussy and my tongue started to lick out my cum and his. She shuddered while I held her. I wasn't aiming for her clitoris but allowing my tongue to swirl to pickup any cum that was dripping out of her from that angle. She pulled away, breathing heavily, because it was so intense.

"Oh, my God! You weren't kidding!" she said.

"No," I said. "More?" I asked.

"I don't think I can take it," she said.

"I'll tell you what, I'll get on my back and you can lower yourself down and control how much stimulation you get," I said. She agreed. I got on the floor with my feet towards the chair that Bob was observing from. Cheryl settled down over my mouth and could control how much stimulation she accepted.

More of my cum flowed out of her as she sat upright and "rode" my mouth and tongue. I had a close range view of her ass as she varied the pressure on my face and the degree to which my tongue could penetrate into her vagina. I reached up and cupped her breasts with my hands and gently pinched and twisted her nipples. And several times she leaned forward and took my stiffening cock in her mouth to suck me back erect and to suck of the the mixture of her juices and the mixture of cum from Bob and I.

She was sitting upright on my face when Bob stepped up to her and she started sucking his cock once again. I could hear their moaning and her slurping even though I couldn't see it. She had hard orgasms, too, while doing this. A few minutes into sucking Bob, she stopped and told us she needed to get up. Bob stepped back with his feet straddling me at the level of my hips. Cheryl swung her right leg over my head and as she did I had this view looking up her abdomen and under her breasts to the underside of Bob's erect cock and balls. Bob helped her up and she gave him a kiss and told us she'd be right back. She went down the hallway to the bathroom and we heard the door close

I used that opportunity to get up and get some water to drink. Bob followed my into the kitchen and also got a glass of water. Just two guys standing around with erections waiting for Cheryl to return.

"Are you doing alright," I asked him.

"Yeah. You?" he asked.

We didn't have much to say for the first minute as we stood there.

Bob asked "Where did you learn that trick?"

"What trick?" I asked.

"Eating cum." he said.

"Oh, that! It's my inner dog," I laughed.

"No, seriously?" he asked.

"Practice....Seriously, one of the best things my mom did for my sex life was give me a book to read by Cosmo. It was called 'The Love Book' and since it's written by women for women about the men they're involved with, it provided me an insight into the sexual workings between men and women. We expect women to take our cum inside them. Why treat it like it's hazardous waste?" I said.

He thought about what I said while I paused for a moment.

"Actually, I practiced by masturbating and then cumming in my hand and tasting my cum. I found it very difficult at first because what seemed so erotic before cumming seemed almost repulsive afterwards like I wanted to puke. But it started with a taste on the tip of my tongue. Just a taste. My cum tasted just a touch salty and smelled like there was a little chlorine, at least to me. Gradually, I was able to accept it. And I found that most women find that extremely erotic because I'm willing to do with them something that most guys won't do."

Our cocks were getting a bit flaccid while talking and waiting for Cheryl.

"What's next?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'm just following whatever you and she want to do right now," I said. "I assume there are things that you and she talked about wanting to try when making this choice," I said.

"Oh yeah!" He listed about half a dozen things.

"Well, let's try to get all those things done for you," I said.

Our wait for Cheryl was getting noticeably long.

"I hope she's okay," I commented.

"I'll go see," he said and walked down to the bathroom door to check on her. She indicated that she would be out in just a moment. Bob walked back to the kitchen area and about a minute later Cheryl emerged from the bathroom and when she came into sight (and what a sight) she was carrying several towels with her. She dropped them over the back of the chair in the living room and then came into the kitchen.

She sidled up next to her husband and put her arm around him.

"There, all emptied out," she said. I assumed (correctly) that she meant that she went into the bathroom and had a bowel movement after our first round.

Bob reciprocated by putting his arm around her waist and she leaned towards him and they kissed. I could tell she was fondling his butt after that kiss and she turned to me and asked "Are you boys having a good time?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said reflexively. Bob just nodded his head.

Eventually, Cheryl observed that she needed to get us hard again and we went to the living room. She suggested that we move the coffee table even further away from the couch (which Bob and I did). She placed a couple of towels on the floor, and one on the chair before she sat down and asked us to come stand before her side-by-side. I started to get harder and so did Bob just moving front of her. She leaned forward and alternately took our cocks into her mouth as we got hard once again.

She eventually pulled both of us a little closer to her and had us turn so she could take both of our cocks in her mouth at the same time. This wasn't a new sensation for me, but it was for Bob. He didn't freak out having our cocks touching in her mouth. I think he rather enjoyed looking down and seeing two cocks in his wife's mouth and feeling her tongue swirl around them as she tried to suck both at the same time. She wasn't trying to get us to cum, just getting us hard for more play.

She was ready to try another thing on their list: double penetration. She had me get down on my back and she got over top of me on her hands and knees. I could raise my head and suck on her breasts. She had Bob apply the lubricant to her ass and to his cock while I was doing that. Once cumpleted, she moved into position over me with Bob behind her. Bob brought the tip of his cock against her ass and must have tried to enter her while her ass was still "up in the air."

"Not yet! Not yet!" she told him. "I want to get him (referring to me) in me first. She angled her hips downward and I flexed my muscles to raise my cock to meet her. We made contact and the angle was nearly perfect because she didn't have to use her hands to guide me into her. Bob had a front row seat to watching her slide me in over three strokes (I could watch his face, too, as I entered her). Once buried in her pussy, she had an orgasm that had her hold her position on my cock and just quiver. It subsided and the look of bliss on her face was classic.

"Okay, dear, I'm ready for you," she said to Bob.

I was watching over her shoulders as Bob moved forward. He was focused on getting his cock into the correct hole and I could tell when he made contact with Cheryl's rosebud by the change of expression on her face.

"That's it. That's it," she said as Bob began to enter her. The expression on her face changed suddenly as mouth and eyes opened and she started breathing heavily through her mouth. I figured that the head of Bob's cock must have popped through her anal sphincter muscles. As Bob pressed further into her, her exhales turned into breathy OH's and then to OH GOD with each exhale. She didn't have the look of pain so much as she had the look of astonishment as Bob's cock slid further into her ass.

"Bob, you should see the look on her face," I said as she was continuing her exclamations. Further and further he pressed into her before pausing for a moment. Then with one last push, he pressed his cock all the way up her rectum. That was the look of shock and awe (and maybe a twinge of pain) as she was now completely filled in her ass and her pussy. We held still for a minute listening to her breathing heavily and then she went into an orgasm. Bob grabbed her shoulders to pull her back on both of us and to keep her from "getting away." It lasted for a pretty long time before it finally subsided.

"Are you okay," I asked. Once her breathing slowed a bit and she could talk, she said "I've never cum like that before. It came from someplace else...Oh, it's so good."

We started stroking, sometimes in sync (both both and I stroking in and out at the same time), sometimes in opposition. Bob made sure her ass remained well-lubed as we stroked along. I could flex my hips from my position on my back. But they were doing most of the work and getting pretty sweaty in the process. We were probably going at it for about 10 minutes when Bob finally started to cum in her ass. He pressed in deep and from within her vaginal walls I could feel each contraction as the underside of his cock was on the other side of the tissue walls from the underside of my cock. As he the end of his orgasm approached, I suggested that he try to stay in her for as long as he could.

I concentrated on trying to stroke and help Cheryl slide me in and out of her pussy while Bob was still in her ass. I wasn't that far from cumming myself. Bob was getting softer but managing to stay in her ass. Cheryl felt me get larger and knew I was about to cum.

"Are you ready," I asked but not directed to either one of them specifically.

"Oh, yes," she said. "Fill me up again."

I started to cum and it was Bob who said "Wow!"

"I really can feel you cumming," he said.

He managed to stay in her another couple of minutes before his cock got soft enough to slide out of her ass. She laid down on me and I wrapped my arms around her to hold her close. Bob was being dutiful and keeping any of the cum that was leaking out of her ass from running down around my cock. Of course, what he was looking at was my cock inside her pussy. He said something about that later on about how erotic it was to see what it looked like with a cock inside her like that.

She could feel me softening inside her. She asked me if I could eat her again. I told her I could and when I finally slid out of her, she brought her dripping pussy to my lips and settled down on me so that I was looking up her abdomen and the underside of her breasts. She called Bob around in front of her and with his feet on either side of my head, I watched Cheryl take his cock into her mouth...the cock that was in her ass and cumming just a few minutes before. We hadn't talked about ass-to-mouth activities. But apparently it was something they were familiar and comfortable with. I could feel myself getting hard again as I watched her taking his cock in her mouth. She looked down at me and asked if I was willing to lick his cum out of her ass. There was some danger in doing this because Catie and I had a routine for this. But I nodded my head yes the best I could while she was sitting on my face.

She moved forward and brought her asshole to my mouth and I plunged my tongue in as deeply as I could and traced it around all those sensitive sphincter tissues. When I nodded yes, I had forgotten to consider the lubricating gel. I think it has a sharp, bitter taste and I was immediately confronted by it the moment my tongue made contact. But I thought it was more important to pleasure her, to pleasure them and dealt with the taste. The longer I went the less the taste bothered me. There was a lot of cum and gel in her ass. I finally tapped on her hips and butt muscles to let me up. She stopped sucking Bob's cock and got up. I sat up on the towel.

"That was amazing," Cheryl said.

"What part?" I asked.

"All of it. To feel both of you in me. To feel each of you cum. To have you clean my pussy and my ass while sucking Bob's cock...."

"I was surprised that you do ass-to-mouth. We didn't talk about that."

"We don't do it all the time," Bob said. "It depends upon how messy it is." I understood, of course.

"I need to get a drink to wash the taste of the gel out of my mouth," I said.

"I know what you mean," Cheryl said. She had to contend with whatever gel was left on his cock.

With that, the three of us went into the kitchen and got water and then wine or beer. We broke out the Irish Creme pie for dessert. After chatting about the first rounds of experience, we got a little silly with the pie and the whipped cream as we spread it on cocks, balls, breasts, our asses, and her pussy. It was still "early." We retired to the bedroom to further explore each other and other positions. We realized that we also had the next night to explore so we didn't have to try everything all at once.

I think we all drifted off to sleep in bed together around 2:00 AM. We felt so close to each other. It was worth the wait.