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My name is Samantha, and I am 45 years old. My husband, Carson, is 42. We have been married for 20 years. We both had shared our beds with plenty of others before we met, and part of the reason we have always been drawn to each other is our strong sex drives. I love cock, and Carson loves pussy; it's as simple as that. We like to text each other with stories of our fantasies. We don't usually follow through on the fantasies that involve a third person - we just like to talk the fantasy as foreplay before making love. Recently, however, something very different did happen. After losing several pool games to my husband at the bar, I read his written fantasy in the bathroom. My job, as the loser, is to follow through with whatever he asks me to say or do to get him hot before we go home. The fantasy on this night included a threesome with a guy for me to pick up at the bar. I have great tits, so I really opened up my shirt and went out to look for someone to flirt with, so I could give my husband his 'fantasy.' When I walked out of the restroom, I ran right into a man who had been a short-time lover in college. His name was Stewart, and he looked as good as he did in college. He did not recognize me at first, but when he finally realized who I was, he went on and on about how great I looked. I told him I was at the bar with my husband. I had enough to drink that I even told him about our fantasy nights. I asked him if he would show me where he was sitting, and I would pretend not to know him and try to flirt and pick him up. He thought this would be great fun and told me where he and two of his business partners were sitting. I returned to my husband, who had a naughty look on his face since he knew I had just read his fantasy. I told him I would comply. I talked to a couple of different tables of people and then settled in at Stewart's table with his friends. Stewart pretended not to know me, and I am sure his friends thought I was a little bold. I let him buy me a drink and caress the inside of my thigh in my short skirt. As he was touching my leg, I could tell that he was starting to breathe faster, and I knew I was getting wet, or should I say, wetter. I knew my husband could see all of this from across the room, hoping he would not get upset. Stewart's fingers kept inching up my thigh, high enough I had to put my hand on his to stop them from reaching my pussy. I was feeling quite warm and a little hazy with this experience. I was wondering if my husband would actually allow me to go through with the 'fantasy.' Soon my husband wandered over to talk. He introduced himself to Stewart and his colleagues as my husband, but Stewart left his hand and fingers in place. Carson did not challenge him but seemed to appreciate that Stewart was enjoying me. Stewart's friends were very uncomfortable and got up to play pool. My husband shocked me when he came right out and asked Stewart if he would like to fuck his wife? I was even more shocked when Stewart said he would actually pay money if my husband would allow him to do just that. The two went to the bathroom and apparently negotiated a 'price' that my husband has not revealed to me even yet. When they returned, they grabbed their jackets and looked at me, indicating we were all leaving. My husband and I rode together with Stewart following. My husband told me that he was giving me a free night, and I could do whatever I chose. I could tell Stewart had not told him we had been lovers in the past. We arrived at our home, and Carson, Stewart, and I got naked in our hot tub. Stewart was sitting beside me and kept putting his fingers in my pussy and his mouth on my tits. He was so incredibly hard, and I could tell that my husband enjoyed watching this. I kissed Stewart back and put my mouth on his very nice-sized dick. He moaned out loud the entire time I had my mouth on him. He pulled me up to him and asked me to pay some attention to my husband because he was worried my husband would stop this game if he was not being attended to. I put my head under the water to put my mouth on my husband's dick. The warm water and my warm mouth made it hard for him to keep control. Both men touched my pussy and my breasts the entire time the other was touching me. I was so hot I could hardly stand it. I really needed to be fucked. I decided my husband would probably prefer me to fuck Stewart before him. I took Stewart's hand and led him to our bedroom. I had not remembered much about sex with him from college, but he clearly had picked up some skills since that time. He gave me fantastic oral sex with his warm tongue and mouth probing my pussy and sucking on my clit. He gave my tits even more attention; maybe he remembered that I liked that. We went at it a long time, and occasionally my husband would lie beside me and put his warm mouth on my mine or suck on my tits. He was clearly enjoying another man enjoying me. Finally, Stewart could take it no longer, and he started to fuck me with his dick. He had lovely long rhythmic strokes, and I came twice when he was on me. Stewart told me he wanted me to suck my husband while he was coming in my pussy. I got the impression that my husband had made this request of him at an earlier time. I gave my husband the best blow job he had in years with what he thought was a stranger fucking me long and slow from behind. I was shocked that both men got off almost simultaneously. I don't think either knew the other was about to cum. It was so fucking hot I could not believe it. Stewart quickly got up and got dressed, he came over and gave me a short warm french kiss when I still had my husband's cum in my mouth, and then he left. I was still quite excited, and my husband was ready for round two already. We had some of the most incredible couple sex that I can remember on that night. We touched every orifice of each other's bodies with our mouths and tongues, and we fucked for hours. The next day, we were both spent, and not a word was ever mentioned about Stewart since. I don't know if a dollar amount was ever exchanged or how much. My husband has no idea that Stewart and I had been lovers in the past. He would probably not mind. I keep wondering if we will run into Stewart again sometime. I think both my husband and I would both be pleased. I will write if it happens again.

"Do you think we're swingers?" Jamie looked up, her mouth hovering just over Adam's wet and throbbing cock, and looked directly into Adam's blue eyes as she spoke. "What...?" Adam had been watching as Jamie was sucking his cock and was caught totally off-guard by Jamie's question out of the blue. "Damn, Babe. What in the world made you think of that at a time like this?" Jamie started to grin when she realized the situation. Just a short time before they'd gone to the bedroom for one of their afternoon fuck sessions. They'd both quickly showered and hopped into bed. After their usual cuddling, caressing, and kissing, Jamie had taken matters into her own hands and mouth. They'd been married for so long that these moments never needed that much vocabulary. Things always just proceeded naturally, with one or the other of them taking the lead... today had been Jamie's lead. "Well..." Jamie took Adam's hard cock back into her warm mouth and sucked softly while she organized her thoughts, "today at lunch Cassidy, just out of the blue, asked if I knew what swinging was?" "Really?" Adam's cock twitched involuntarily as he heard Jamie's statement. Adam liked Cassidy. Cassidy worked with Jamie, and for several years, Adam had admired her, not only for her pretty nice looks but also for her open attitude about everything. In just a few short seconds, Adam had placed Cassidy in so many combinations of sexual activities with him and Jamie that the fantasies could have been a long novel. Yes, Adam was a typical man. "Ok, Bud..." Jamie shook Adam's cock back and forth to bring him back to reality, "it's not what you're thinking, so come back to Earth." Jamie licked on Adam's cock a few times before continuing. "She only asked because she said that she and Steve had talked about it." "Steve..." Adam hadn't even considered Cassidy's husband Steve in his fantasies. "Who brought it up first? Steve or Cassidy?" "Believe it or not, Cassidy said that she did." "I'd believe that," Adam said without hesitation. "Hell, Steve's just lucky to even be with Cassidy..." Adam thought a second, then continued, "She could definitely do better than him, and he knows it." "Well, Cassidy doesn't think that way," Jamie said. "But she's definitely getting urges to explore a little after so many years of marriage." Jamie stopped briefly, then added, "And now that their son is gone to college..." "So, was she propositioning us?" Adam asked with mixed emotions. His first thoughts of them being with Cassidy were delightful, but it dulled when Steve was added to the equation. "I don't really think so, Honey. I think Cassidy just really wanted the opinion of a friend." Jamie spoke seriously. "And, I really don't think Cassidy has any idea about the things we've done." "Well, are you interested in letting her know and maybe seeing where things go?" Adam asked. "I don't know." Jamie looked a little serious. "I like Cassidy, and I know you do too. But, she's a friend. All the things we've done have been so spontaneous, and with strangers we've met... it's just different with someone who's been a friend." "I agree, sweetheart," Adam smiled at Jamie, "and besides, Steve's a real jerk." "Yeah," Jamie laughed a little, then added, "he can be a little uptight and pompous." "Hell, I can just see it now," Adam got into the idea of the story as he spoke. "We're all four together. We play strip poker, and when it's time for Steve to take off his underwear, he refuses because he's ashamed of his small penis. Then, when we get to the daring and you and Cassidy want to see me and Steve play with each other's cocks... well, he screams, gathers up his clothes, and runs out the door in only his underwear." Jamie was laughing at Adam's story, which started Adam laughing as well for a few minutes before he continued. "But, then now that he's gone, I've got you and Cassidy to myself... mmmm." "Ok, Bud," Jamie squeezed Adam's cock and looked at him with a mock scolding look, "I like Cassidy, but I'm not going to make love to a woman... even with her or for you." "Hey, I never said that was part of my story..." Adam thought a second, then grinned and continued, "although, not a bad mental picture here." Adam winked at Jamie, then added. "Don't you think I'm man enough for you and Cassidy?" "Ok, Man!" Jamie began to work her way from between Adam's legs to a position on top of him. She reached between them and inserted his hard cock into her very wet pussy. "I'm sure you are, but why should I share this when there's nothing in it for me?" "Oh wow, that feels so nice, Babe," Adam's face gave away his sheer pleasure at the feel of Jamie's wetness, "but don't you get even a little turned on watching me have sex? I love to watch you so much." "Sure," Jamie began to hunch up and down on Adam's cock as she spoke with a somewhat strained voice, "but only when you're doing something with another guy. I don't mind it when you're with another woman, but only if we're with another couple and sharing equally." "I guess I understand...," Adam moaned as Jamie dropped her hips hard and engulfed his entire seven-plus inches into her pussy. "And right now, I really don't care much about anything except this delicious woman on top of me." Adam reached up and grabbed Jamie's gorgeous full breasts with his hands and began to hunch up into her with earnest. "Oh, God..." Jamie cried as the flushed redness began to glow on her chest, "I'm cumming, Honey. I'm cumming..." Jamie ground her pussy down onto Adam's cock harder and leaned forward to allow Adam to take one of her nipples into his mouth. At his lips started to pull at her nipple, she repeated her mantra to herself, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." "Oh cum good Babe..." Adam encouraged into Jamie's ear as he pumped his hard cock harder into her flowing pussy, "Cum long and hard. Imagine a tongue starting to go into you, Babe." Adam had reached around them and inserted his finger alongside his cock into her full pussy, getting it wet. "Imagine someone behind us... licking us," Adam trailed his finger down the crack of Jamie's full ass. "Imagine Cassidy down there, or..." and as Adam paused his wet finger questionably on Jamie's tight rosebud, "imagine Ricardo behind us." "Mmmm," Jamie muttered, dropping her hips again to get every bit of Adam's cock while simultaneously moving them backward, causing Adam's slippery finger to penetrate deeply into her rectum. Ricardo was an old friend and still a favorite fantasy. "Yes, fuck me, Adam... finger my ass... fuck me hard... let me feel you and Ricardo fucking me..." Both Adam and Jamie began to hunch in unison. It only took a few more wonderful moments before they both lay motionless together. "So, you hungry?" Adam grinned as he blurted this out. "Men!" Jamie climbed off of Adam, pleasingly conscious of how both her pussy and ass were still slightly gaped open from the fucking, then continued to scold him. "Boy, once you've had your way, you just want to either eat or sleep!" "Hey, eating sounds good, Babe." Adam quickly turned around in the bed to try to gain access to Jamie's pussy. "Hold on, buster." Jamie pushed Adam away playfully. "Seriously, not now." "Ok, but don't say I just did the old wham-bam thing. I'm not only willing, but I'm also ready." Jamie lay quietly for a few seconds, then repeated her earlier question. "So, are we swingers?" "I don't know," Adam thought for several minutes, and just when Jamie suspected he'd fallen asleep and turned to look, "I guess, first of all, you need to define swinger. I think swingers are people who feel that a couple can maintain an emotionally monogamous relationship while still exploring sexual situations that include other people. In that respect, yeah, I guess we'd fit. But, I think most swingers think of this as a sort of lifestyle, and in that case, no, I don't think we do. For me, at least, it's more of an enjoyable diversion to our excellent long-term relationship." "Yes, me too." Jamie was quick to agree. "So, we're just an adventurous couple then, not really swingers." "I think so," Adam then added, "but I'm sure a lot of folks would think we are swingers. But then, who really cares?" Jamie laughed and agreed. "What do you think I should do about Cassidy?" "Well, as nice as it sounds to be with her...," Adam thought with his head instead of his cock, "It's just not going to work. We don't like her husband, and not only that, I just don't think what we do of this nature should be part of our local community and acquaintances. Although it would be nice to know a couple that we could get together with and discuss these things openly." "I agree about Cassidy. Besides, I'd really feel uncomfortable with it as well as I know her." Jamie thought a second. "And Steve... no way, Jose!" "Hey, I've got it!" Adam smiled. "Let's tell Cassidy to ditch Steve, and we'll see if we can locate Ricardo and introduce them." "Works for me!" Jamie's eyes lit up at the notion. "But, to make it even more perfect..." Adam always had to go a step further with any new fantasy or idea, "let's make sure that Ricardo is ok with a little boy to boy playing." "Hey, I don't think he'd object," Jamie thought back to that night a long time ago, "he seemed to be pretty open to anything that makes someone feel good." Jamie's eyes suddenly went somewhere far away. "Honey... are you still there?" Adam was now between Jamie's legs where he'd started to go before. "Now, I'm going to have you again after Ricardo," Adam spoke softly as he licked Jamie's swollen clitoris. "I can see his cum in your pussy Babe..." Adam continued to lick up and down Jamie's wet slit as he spoke, "you look so good, Babe." "Oh... oh yes..." Jamie was squeezing her own large and firm nipples, "yes. Suck Ricardo's cum along with mine, Honey." Adam licked and sucked, savoring the taste and erotic nature of his activity. He imagined that Ricardo had, indeed, just been with Jamie, and it turned him on tremendously. When Jamie's pussy was squeaky clean, Adam moved down to her anus and began to tongue fuck her there. It wasn't long before Jamie was once again cumming. "Oh... Adam... yes, yes..." Jamie held Adam's head with her hands now and directed him back to her pussy and clitoris, "Oh, I'm there..." Jamie groaned, then pulled Adam's face away from her sensitive pussy. "Thanks, sweetheart." Jamie bent down and kissed Adam's lips, getting a little taste of their combined juices. "Mmmm, do I taste Ricardo?" Adam laughed, then quickly added. "Hey, you also got a bit of Cassidy's flavor there too. So, you ready to go down on her?" "You're impossible!" Jamie jokingly scolded her husband as she got out of bed. "Hey," Adam tried to look innocent, "didn't mean to make you mad." As Jamie put on her robe and left the bedroom, Adam watched and admired his beautiful wife of so many years... then drifted off to sleep. "Are you asleep?" Jamie whispered into Adam's ear. "Not now, sweetie," Adam opened his eyes and smiled, "what-cha got in mind?" "We've got mail!" Jamie mimicked the voice of the computer. "Really?" Adam looked puzzled at Jamie. "Read it," Jamie took Adam's hand and pulled him up out of bed. "Ok... sure..." Adam grabbed his shorts and slipped them. "Who's it from?" Then thinking a second, he added, "Ricardo?" "No, but maybe better," Jamie teased. "Wow!" Adam was amazed and really curious now. "What could be better for you than Ricardo?" Jamie handed Adam her phone, and as he read, he was puzzled. "Ok, this is a couple responding about our stories..." Adam muttered. "Keep reading," Jamie confidently directed. "Typical... typical..." Adam said as he read the usual things they enjoy occasionally getting from people who enjoy their writing. "So, Jamie, is this a couple you think you'd like to meet?" Adam was curious. They'd met Greg and Susan this way and enjoyed them. But, when Greg and Susan wound up separating, Adam and Jamie had decided not to encourage actually meeting anyone they meet online. "We already have," Jamie spoke matter-of-factly. Adam finished the letter then saw the signature. "Will and Stacey? What do you think? Is it our Will and Stacey?" Jamie hugged Adam's neck and pressed her plump breasts against his back as she read over his shoulder, "Yes, it's them. And, they don't have any idea it's really us yet." Adam and Jamie had known this couple of years ago. Adam and Will had worked together. Jamie liked Will as soon as she'd met him and also became good friends with Stacey. One night, after a party, things just progressed to where the two couples shared intimacies. It was a one-time event, and being young and neither couple married that long, it never happened again, and the friends just sort of went separate ways. Will and Stacey had children, which often resulted in Adam and Jamie losing things in common with friends over the years. But, during the last few years, this couple had come to mind numerous times when Adam and Jamie fantasized. Next to Ricardo, possibly the most often. "So, do we tell them?" Adam wasn't entirely sure of Jamie's intentions but knew he'd like to see them both. "I already did." Jamie took her phone and switched the screen to the mail waiting to be sent for Adam to read. "Hey, aren't you going to read it first?" Jamie spoke too late as Adam had already clicked Send. "Don't need to, Babe." Adam turned the chair around and grabbed Jamie, and hugged her. "If you're interested... I'm interested." "Well, at least read the letter and see if you want to add anything." "Ok," Adam was now fondling Jamie's nice full ass through her robe, "but not just now." "You're impossible, Adam." Jamie pressed her groin more firmly against Adam's muscular chest as she spoke. "But awfully good." "So Babe," Adam was rubbing his face across Jamie's breasts, "When do we head out west to see them?" "As soon as possible... as soon as possible," Jamie moaned in delight at the feel of Adam's hands and mouth. And then, with a wink, "Unless they take me up on the invitation to visit us here."

The second story I wrote for my wife, like before , with “doubles", this time with two of me. Emboldened by the reception of the first, I gave her this second to read... The other me… I can’t believe it. You actually agreed when I suggested that my other join us. After all, there was the other you before, and it was amazing. I wonder if I will feel jealous, but then that is crazy. He is me in every way. When he appeared he looked just like me, just as I expected. I am sporting a two-day growth, and so was he. I had an idea. By the time we are ready to join you, he had shaved. He now looks like a younger me, a clean-faced me. A slightly different me. We nod to each other, just outside the door to our bedroom. We pull off our clothes and we knock and enter as I have done so many times. You sit at the end of our bed and stare at the two of us. Your eyes flick back and forth, taking in our faces (the same but different), our bodies. You smile shyly. I hold out a hand and you stand in front of us, wearing one of your cute little nighties. I take your hand and put it on me, and my other does the same. You have us now. Your little hands wrap around our cocks, so hard and hot and ready. And then, slowly, you begin to move your hands, causing us to groan and arch our backs. “I have two penises,” you say, hardly believing it, looking down at what is in your hands. “What will I do with two penises?” “I have some ideas,” I say. “I bet you do,” you say back with a little smirk. I reach out and start to run my hand down your back, down to you bottom. My other is touching your front: your breasts in particular. He squeezes one, then the other. He finds your nipples easily through the thin material. He makes them hard with his fingers. As we touch you, you start to pull on us harder. Too hard. We will both come too soon. I take your nightie and pull it up and over your head. My other takes your undies and quickly lowers them to your feet. You are as naked as us now. “Do you know what I want to do?” you ask. “What?” asks my other. “I want to snuggle with you two.” “Sure,” I say and pull you onto the bed. You are between us. You face me, kissing me. My cock is pushing urgently against your belly and you take it and slide it between your legs. You feel my other me behind you, his penis on your bottom, his lips on your shoulder. You shudder with his kisses, at just the right place. And then, unexpectedly, he slides between your legs also and soon the two of us are moving slowly and gently, sliding along your beautiful, wet slit, stimulating everything along the way as we do. After a few minutes we change sides. You turn over and start kissing the other me while I rub my whiskers on your shoulder and neck. My cock slides in behind, just as his takes my place in the front. But this is not enough, and soon my other pulls away and turns you onto your back and pushes your legs apart. He slides in between them and finds your pussy waiting for him at the end of his journey. I sit back and watch as he starts to lick you in long, luxurious strokes, stopping at your clit for a moment, rolling his tongue slowly around it. You shudder and moan at his ministrations. But I don’t want to be left out, so I start on your breasts, kissing them gently, finding your hard nipples ready for my tongue. And so the two of us kiss and lick you to the very edge of ecstasy. And beyond. You grab my other’s head and push him into you pussy as you start to spasm. You other hand is behind my head, pulling me down onto your breasts. You cry out and shake as your orgasm overtakes you. You look down at him, looking up at you with that wicked grin that is the same as mine. “I want you,” you tell him, and he obliges. He climbs up and places his cock at your entrance, and then pushes himself inside you. He slowly grinds himself against you, just the way you like it. “I want both of you,” you say between gasps. Grabbing my cock you pull me closer, taking me in your mouth as my other fucks you with an ever increasing intensity. I slide in and out of your mouth and it is a beautiful thing to behold. You push him off and push me down, bringing yourself down on my erection, grinding and lifting and dropping down on me. Behind you my other rubs himself on your backside, kissing the back of your neck. He reaches around and finds your clit and rubs it furiously, sending waves of pleasure through your body. And you are off me again. It is too intense. You slide down and offer your bottom to him as you take me back into your mouth. You taste yourself on me, but you do not stop. There are two penises inside you now, sliding in and out. The feeling is overwhelming and wicked. You suck me until I can take no more. I warn you and you pull away just in time, as my come erupts onto your neck and some onto your chin. Behind you, the other me is pumping hard into you, urgently trying to reach his own climax. He comes too, shooting deep inside you, wave after wave. He pulls out and I roll you over and dive between your legs, lapping up the evidence of my other, rubbing my whiskers over your delicious folds. The feeling of the two of us inside you had brought you near to the edge and I take you over. My other is kissing your tits and nipples, kissing your lips, biting and nibbling and sucking. You come a second time, harder this time, crying out like you are in pain or abandon, I cannot tell which. And then, when it is all over, you pull us up and against you, our bodies once again envelop you as you start to cool down and you breathing returns to normal. And then, between us, you fall into a light and contented sleep, feeling loved and adored like you never have before. The reception: She didn’t like the language. It was a little too much like porno for her. The content, she said, was perfectly fine! She challenged me to write with a more romantic vibe, which I will now do, with my next story. Interestingly, she mentioned again that she was thinking about giving up men and being with a woman, but she likes men too much. I shrugged and suggested that she "could do both, people do that, you know?"