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15 months into our marriage l shared my wife with a recently divorced friend we both liked. I shut off lights and lit several candles. She was a little buzzed. I slipped off her shoes and massaged her feet, then legs, thighs....heading north to the promised land. I suppose she thought our friend had gone home, when she allowed me to bunch her skirt up around her waist and slip her panties off. I licked her pussy as wholly and completely as l ever did. Rising to my feet l simultaneously pulled my shaft out and beckoned our friend to take my place between her thighs. She took my engorged phallus in her mouth with no hesitation. Likewise, our friend applied his tongue to her now-wet pussy with no hesitation. I came in her mouth fairly soon. The sight of our friend kneeling before her lapping away at her pussy sent me over the edge. I whispered to him she was not on any birth control. If things progressed as l thought, he would need to pull out at the appropriate time. I adjourned to our bedroom, leaving them in privacy in the candlelit living room. 20 minutes or so later l peered out the bedroom door to see my bride on top of our friend, impaled to the hilt on his male member. On her upstroke one could catch a glimpse of his scrotum, beneath her well rounded butt cheeks. The scrotum that contained the testicles that were no doubt busy producing the quart or so of very active sperm that was about to be blasted in my young and fertile wife's womb. I was so turned on, it didn't matter. When she eventually crawled into bed with me l reached down and felt the dampness between her legs. I asked if he did cum inside her? She admitted so, adding only once. Her addition, and the felt extreme wetness, along with the duration of the sex, led me to believe there was time enough, and both certainly turned on enough, to recover and launch another session or two. Not wishing to waste any more time on idle thoughts, l plowed my own hardened member into her very wet and warm pussy. Now 32 years ago.