Allen and I have been classmates since high school. We started going out to movies in junior high. Back then, Allen was a running back on the football team. His best friend was Mark, who was a tight end on the same team. Mark's girlfriend was another classmate named Clara. As seniors, the 4 of us double dated frequently. I liked the 2 boys. My relationship with Clara was more reserved, but since Mark liked her, I tolerated her company, and made efforts to incorporate her in our discussions and games.
We 4 were born either in January or February and celebrated our 18th birthday together in Allen's house. We ignored the 'no alcohol under 21' law and had beers around. Clara didn't drink and I had a bottle of Heineken. The boys drank at least 3 each, and were under the influence pretty quickly.
We played Charade and Pictionary, and later started Truth or Dare. Others may play it differently, but we used an empty bottle of Heineken, and going around, each one spun the bottle. Whoever the bottleneck was directed at him/her, was supposed to confront the truth or dare. Clara was first. She chose truth. I asked if she truly loved Mark. She blushed and nodded yes. Then the bottle aimed at me. I chose dare. Allen chuckled and dared me to kiss Mark for a full minute. I didn't hesitate. I liked him very much, and for the sake of the game, I happily obeyed. Next, it was Allen's turn, and he chose truth. Clara asked if he loved Mark. Allen grinned, "Of course. We are BFFs." Then, the bottle pointed at Clara again. She selected a dare. Mark instructed her to kiss either me or Allen. She refused, stood up, and said the game was very stupid. She and Mark left soon after.
In the following months, we met them multiple times and went together to movies or coffee places. We had only one more party in my house: It was prior to Spring Break. I invited 5 couples, including Clara and Mark. My parents were away, and I allowed the guests to use our wine bar. In the beginning, the atmosphere was calm and polite. The music, dancing, TV watching, all was as usual. I noticed Mark was drinking more heavily than usual, but he seemed to tolerate it well, so I ignored it. Then I went to the kitchen to cut the chocolate cake. As I was carefully slicing it, I felt a male's body hugging my waist. He whispered in my ear, "Ruby, I love you and always will."
I recognized Mark's voice. He smelled of alcohol, and I blurted "Buddy, I love you too, but you need to be careful; If Clara comes to the kitchen, she will misunderstand your intentions."
He giggled, "Yes, she is a jealous person. Luckily, Allen is not."
"Mark, I never gave him a reason to be jealous."
"Ruby honey, I envy your relationship. I love both of you very much."
I smiled, "It's good to know, and as a reward, you'll get 2 pieces of cake."
He kissed my cheek one more time, and repeated, "I really love you." Then he left me and returned to the living room.
By the end of the school year, we realized our quartet was about to break. Allen and I got accepted to ASU. Clara registered with UIC, and Mark chose to join the Marines, like his father before him.
A year later, Mark was sent to Afghanistan and then Iraq, and we rarely heard from him. Clara chose to separate from Mark, who she hardly saw, and was now dating another college student in Chicago. Allen and I got married and, with the help of our parents, rented a small apartment in Chandler, AZ. Besides our studies, we earned some money; Allen by helping random customers build web pages, while I tutored a few high school students in math, chemistry, and biology. We agreed to focus on our careers before bringing children to the world.
Our sex life was satisfying from the start. We knew each other well and weren't shy telling the other what we liked and what we thought might feel better. Neither of us had prior sexual experience, so we began cautiously, learning on the go. As a virgin, I was slightly scared of the first time, but Allen was patient with me. He licked and ate me before rupturing my hymen with his fingers. Fortunately, the hymen covered very little, and the pain was mild and short in duration. I was aroused, and when he mounted me and started riding, I was more than ready. I orgasmed twice before he came in my vagina. Then he kissed me, and we went to sleep spooning.
We loved our sexual sessions, and soon experimented with various positions. Everything was on the table, although each of us had his/her favorites. Allen preferred 69 and missionary position with my legs on his shoulders, while I loved doggy style and cowgirl. After the first year, in one of our lovemaking times, Allen mentioned he'd like to expand our sexual horizons. Based on his suggestions, we tried fucking on the carpet, on the heavy kitchen table, and even on our laundromat. I definitely was more impressed with the first 2 than the 3rd one.
Then we tried Allen's idea of titfucking. I've read about it and wished to accommodate Allen's request. However, my C cup firm boobs were not ideal for that purpose. Even when I squeezed them forcefully on his rigid pole, the friction was less than adequate, and I ended up sucking him instead.
A big success story, though, was our anal experience. When Allen first mentioned it, I was frightened. His 7" thick organ would rip my back hole, cause tremendous pain, and I'd need corrective surgery. Allen didn't push, but when I asked what present he wanted for his birthday, he repeated his dream of using me anally. I loved my husband too much to disappoint him without thoroughly checking why in a well published study, about 25% of women who went through it liked the experience. Of course, I wasn't familiar with the details of the study, including male organ size, women's age, bowel habits, etc. I've read 2 instructional essays about anal sex, and without telling Allen anything about it, I prepared myself for the experience. I began eating more fiber-containing foods to soften my bowel movements, sat in hot water tub for half an hour at every opportunity, and most importantly, started dilating my sphincter with different size dildoes. A lot of KY jelly was used during my puckered hole training. A week before his birthday, I was able to maneuver a large dildo, that was almost as thick as Allen's member when erect. I hoped I was ready for him.
On the evening of his birthday, I decorated our bedroom with lit candles, placed aromatic incenses in strategic locations, dimmed the lights, took a long time cleaning myself, and chugged a glass of Chardonnay. When Allen showed up, I appeared wearing a red sheer baby doll and whispered seductively if he wished to eat his dinner or first have his birthday present.
He grinned, "Regular dinner can wait. I'd rather have you on the menu as an appetizer."
"Well, honey, I know you fantasized about anal fun, and I think I am ready for you. But, please, be patient and careful."
He kissed me tenderly and mumbled, "Darling, I'll do my best. Unless I am sure I can pleasure you, I won't force it."
We started with 69. I blew him nice and slow, and his member engorged rapidly. Allen started by licking and kissing my cunt, but then he moved down for a rimming job. It felt good and erotic. I knew my back hole area was well prepared and was not concerned about my smell or taste. In fact, I noticed that when he penetrated my anus with his tongue, his organ extended and hardened further. My arousal steadily heightened, and I began to groan. He switched position and placed me on all 4. Next, he invaded my moist pussy with his cock and plowed it slowly. At the same time, he spread KY jelly on my crack, and gently inserted his forefinger into my asshole.
Instinctively it contracted, but relaxed seconds later. His finger moved circularly to widen the opening, and then a second finger invaded my hole. I was already used to larger objects, and it felt good. I rode his fingers to hint I wasn't suffering. He added more jelly via his fingers, then pulled them out and began gingerly pushing his cock into my opened anus. Allen was extremely slow and gentle. I felt my sphincter expand as much as possible, and it started to hurt a little, but then I heard a soft plop, and his organ was in. His raging tool was surrounded by smooth skin, and with the abundant lubrication, I felt pressure rather than true pain. Allen stayed still for several seconds and waited for my signal to advance forward. Once my anal hole adjusted to his girth, I began bobbing on his member and whispered, "Honey, you feel wonderful in my ass. Go ahead, fuck me."
He was still cautious and progressed leisurely, but as my horniness increased, I needed him to accelerate his rhythm. I mumbled, "Allen, stop worrying and fuck me harder. I am too close to cumming."
He laughed and intensified his strokes. I climaxed powerfully within seconds, screaming my heart out. In my daze, I heard Allen murmur, "Honey, you are so tight..."
My orgasm continued forever. I was shivering nonstop, feeling ecstatic with him drilling my butthole like a massive jackhammer. Then his left hand kneaded my breast and his right fingers fumbled with my clitty. I jerked and lost it completely. I woke up feeling his rigid cock spasming in my hole, jetting continuously into my bowels. I was trembling uncontrollably, being kept in place by Allen's strong hands and his thick, hard cock, which impaled me. When the internal flood diminished, Allen's pecker was still rock-hard, likely because the tight sphincter prevented blood-return from his spent cock. He continued pounding my ass for a few more minutes before pulling out. As his shriveling prick was out, my tummy landed on the mattress. He caressed my cheek and whispered, "Darling, thank you for the best present ever. I hope you didn't suffer too much..."
I smiled at him and mumbled, "I loved it! My orgasm was massive. It felt different than pussy fucking, but it was VERY pleasant. Next time you wish a repeat, tell me in advance, and I don't think I'll have a problem with it."
The success in anal opened the door to going further. Allen and I started spending more free time outdoors and taking risque pictures. It began when one day we were on a less traveled trail about 20 miles from home, and Allen asked me to sit on a leaning bark, remove my top, and pretend to be tanning. The photo was stunning and looked natural. We both liked it and decided to be more daring. Later he shot me walking topless on the trail and even lying naked on a sunny patch of grass.
I complimented him for his skills as a photographer, while he modestly claimed I was photogenic and exceptionally beautiful.
The same evening, we had a passionate sex, and when I was horny, he whispered, "Honey, when I took your nude photos, I hoped a lone guy would be strolling by and get a glimpse of your terrific body." I was able to say, "Naughty..." before climaxing wildly.
Once we went on a trip to Southern Utah. The scenery was out-of-this-world in many places. On a warm sunny day, we arrived at Bryce Canyon and walked on a trail among the hoodoos. The views were impressive, and Allen used every opportunity to grab pictures. It became too hot, and I removed my thin coat.
Allen chuckled, "Ruby, you look gorgeous today." I stared at him quizzically, and he smiled, "Your skin color matches well with the color of the hoodoos. Let's get some 'fun' photos."
I looked around. Now and then, a couple of walkers showed up on the main trail. We waited for the right time, and when nobody was close, I removed my blouse and bra, and posed by a tall hoodoo. After Allen took 4 pictures, I wore my blouse, not bothering with the bra, and we strolled further along the trail. The temperature continued to rise, and I began to sweat slightly under my short-sleeved blouse.
As we passed by a couple of guys, I watched them ogling my chest. One of them whistled appreciatively. I smiled at him and strolled forward. Allen stopped me and giggled, "You know why they were impressed, don't you?"
I smirked, "A young woman with swaying tits under her thin blouse is bound to attract men's attention."
He laughed, "True, but look at your chest and see the other reason."
I lowered my stare and realized my blouse was soaked with sweat, which turned it transparent, and my breasts were easily visible, especially my dark nipples. My initial instinct was to cover my chest, but it was useless. I considered putting on my bra, but Allen said, "You were already spotted, and your tits are pretty. We don't know anybody here, so unless we see minors on the way, why do you care? I'd love to watch your freely bouncing tits and the people ogling them."
I hesitated and then agreed to continue walking as before. Next, we saw a middle-age guy coming toward us. He noticed my jiggling breasts from 100 feet away and smiled broadly at us. As we were close, Allen said to the guy, "Will you do us a favor and take some pictures of us together?"
The guy was thrilled, "Of course. Where do you wish to stand?"
For the first picture, Allen stood by my side and hugged my shoulder. Next, he moved behind me and hugged my waist. Then he bent me backward to lean my head on his chest. This pose arched my back and pushed my clearly seen breasts forward. The guy's pants began showing a tent...
After the guy shot the picture, Allen faked innocence and said to him, "You seem to know your stuff. Any other pose you'd recommend?"
He blushed and mumbled, "Your girl is gorgeous. If I were in your shoes, I'd take her pictures 'au natural'..."
Allen gazed at me, and blurted, "I agree. Honey, can we?"
My mind conflicted; posing topless in front of a stranger was not something I fantasized about; on the other hand, this guy already saw my breasts and showed interest. In a rushed judgment, I unbuttoned my blouse and stood before Allen. He cupped my tits as the guy's tent threatened to tear the zipper. My nipples hardened. Allen's palms kneaded my boobs for the last picture. As a large group of people passed by us, I covered myself with the thin coat.
The guy gave Allen back the camera and said, "I envy you guys. Young, beautiful, full of energy and courage. Thanks for allowing me to enjoy the sexy view."
We returned to our hotel and had prolonged sex. Allen whispered, "It was perfect. Did you see how aroused he became after watching your amazing tits? Just think how he would have reacted if we had sex in front of him..." We came immediately after.
On the same trip, one afternoon Allen saw in the hotel facing us, a couple sitting on their balcony and chatting enthusiastically. He convinced me to pose nude on our balcony. I gradually removed my clothes one by one. The couple noticed us several minutes later. They stopped talking and watched us. Allen brought his camera and as the couple continued glancing at us, improvised positions. Then the guy raised his hand with a thumbs up signal. We smiled at him. The guy started talking and arguing with his girl.
She disappeared into their room minutes later, while he was still staring at us. Next, Allen made me lay on the round table, spread my legs and touch my breasts for a photo he took standing on a chair. When I climbed down, I noticed the girl from across us reappeared. She was now wearing a long robe. She brought a cell phone to her man. He stood up, aimed his phone at her, and she slowly unwrapped the robe to reveal a nice, skinny, naked body. Her face was somewhat darker than mine, and she had long black hair. Her B cup tits were perky with large dark brown nipples. Her black, neatly trimmed bush contrasted with my barely-there dirty-blonde bush hair. After taking a few pictures, the couple looked at us. We smiled. Allen shouted, "She is wonderful and sexy." We weren't sure if they could hear us due to the loud street noise, but it was fun.
A few months later, Allen got a phone call from Mark, "Hi buddy. How are you guys doing?"
Allen: "Good to hear from you after such a long time. What is going on with you?"
"I could not call or write because I was part of the team that worked on secret missions in Iraq. However, after almost 5 years in the Marines, I decided to quit the force and return to the civilized world. I'll be back in town next week on Thursday."
"Mark, we'll be more than happy to see you. When will you stop by at our house?"
"Will Saturday afternoon, let's say 5 pm, a good time?"
"Mark, ANYTIME is a good time. Ruby and I missed you so much!"
"See you then."
After the phone call, I pulled our photo album with all our pictures that showed our good times together. The memories flooded my brain, and I started tearing.
Allen saw it and hugged me, "Honey, don't cry. Good times are here again."
"Not exactly; Clara is no longer around, and Mark will be by himself. I don't want him to feel like a third wheel..."
"We can make him feel like he is part of our family. He can even stay in our house until he decides what he wishes to do next."
"Good idea; I'll have no problem cooking for 3 and doing his laundry with your clothes."
Hours later, when Allen and I were already in bed, he stared at my body lustily and said, "Ruby dear, you look more radiant than usual. I have the urge to abuse your amazing body."
I didn't know he could see it on my face, but he was right; I was thinking of ways we could make Mark's return more enjoyable. I glanced at Allen with my eyes partly closed, pouted my mouth, and muttered, "Are you sure you still like my body? I think I am getting too old. Pretty soon my menopause will take over..."
He giggled, "You are 28, barely above a minor's age. Well, when Mark is here, we'll see what he says about your old, ugly body. In the meantime, since my cock has no eyes and is still under the impression you are beautiful, may we roll in the hay?"
I performed a short striptease show and jumped into bed, waiting for my horny mate to pounce on my body. Unlike his usual straightforward attack he lately used, he began by softly touching me, as if he had a feather in his palm. I shut my eyes and subjected myself to his tender caress. He continued doing it for like 10 minutes, during which my arousal skyrocketed. I murmured, "Honey, it was very pleasant. I am ready now. It's time I enjoy your pole plowing my pussy."
He inserted his stiff member halfway into my wet vagina and started stroking gently. His large hands massaged my tits relentlessly. My horniness increased further. I pleaded, "Honey, that's enough. I want to cum."
He leaned into me, French kissed me, and then whispered, "Imagine Mark was here too. He would have loved to watch us going at it. I bet he would be aroused as well."
I muttered, "I know he would. But then he might want to join..."
"So what? It would be the best welcome ever."
"Allen, be careful what you wish for. Do you REALLY want him to join us in bed?"
"Honey, since the time the guy took our pictures, I thought about a threesome. I didn't think you were ready to do it with a stranger, but we love Mark. He probably didn't have sex for quite a while, and Clara is not available anymore. If you'd agree to it, both Mark and I will be very grateful."
"Honey, you are not fair; you ask me this question when I am aroused, knowing that right now I am ready to fuck anybody who'll knock on the door."
"Please Ruby, consider. The more I think about us 3 playing together, the more excited I become."
My head was spinning. I was horny like hell. With my closed eyes, I could see Allen drilling my pussy with his magnificent tool, as Mark kneeling by my head and feeding me his... Within seconds I exploded having my strongest orgasm yet.
As I was shuddering uncontrollably, Allen intensified his pounding, prolonging my climax. He blurted, "That's it, honey; think about all the various sexual options we can have as a group of 3. Damn, I am about to cum too!"
A wild growl escaped his mouth, as he shoved his steely dick powerfully into my tortured cunt. His ejaculate hit hard the walls of my pussy, and my climax hit another peak. Gradually, he slowed down and pulled out. I was breathless and exhausted, yet satisfied beyond belief.
We rested for about 15 minutes, and then I looked him in the eye and inquired, "Allen honey, did you mean what you just said to me?"
He blushed, "I'll never force you to do something against your will, but I think it will be a great opportunity to strengthen the old bond with Mark and add to our already wonderful sex life."
I mumbled, "Are you sure about it? Won't it make you jealous seeing me sucking Mark's penis and later him fucking me?"
"Frankly, the more I think about it, the more aroused I become."
I stared at Allen's face for a long moment and then whispered, "Let me think about it, but say nothing to Mark."
"Cross my heart..."
On Friday evening, before sleeping, I made up my mind to go with it. My heart rate was 1000 per minute, but I agreed with Allen that anything else we'd do with Mark would be less meaningful than accepting him as part of our family. Of course, the fact that Mark was very attractive and a nice person influenced me too. I knew that if I ever was going to agree to a three-way, Mark would be my number one choice. Allen was elated and roughed me up in bed the way I liked. I came 3 times while seeing before my eyes Mark's body participating in the act.
The next day, I was very nervous. Yes, I agreed with Allen's plan, but Mark had no idea about it, and I didn't know how he would react. I knew he found me sexy, but it didn't mean he was ready to jump in bed with me and Allen. And what if the Marines changed him? What if I chickened out at the last minute?...
Allen attempted to calm me down the best he could and even said, "Honey, if you change your mind and decide you can't do it, it's OK. I'd rather we do it, but it's really up to you."
In the morning, I told Allen to watch sports while I busied myself in the kitchen, cooking what I recalled was Mark's favorite meal. All that time my head was somewhere else, thinking about the potential implications if we actually go with the plan. Allen and I never discussed HOW to approach the subject...
Just before 4 pm, I entered the bathroom with a large glass of Chardonnay and lay in the hot water-filled tub. I closed my eyes and thought of a way to initiate everything. The more wine I sipped, the more courageous I became. I got out, covered myself in a large towel, and said to Allen, "Get out of the bedroom so I can prepare. Once Mark shows up, let him inside, and I'll get out to welcome him."
I checked my watch; I had 20 minutes to prepare. I shaved thoroughly all the necessary areas, and then put on a pair of silky, low cut panties. I chose to wear the blue dress. It was the tightest, most revealing one I had. Neither of my bras fit under this dress, and I skipped the bra. Without it, the top of my tits bulged up nicely. The hem reached about 2" below my panties, which meant I'd have to be careful bending... 3" heel, matching color shoes looked good on my legs. I added red lipstick with lip-gloss and a touch of perfume and checked myself in the mirror. I looked like a high-maintenance escort lady. Women would likely mock me, but most men would ogle me. How will my look affect Mark?
I didn't have time to think about it. The front bell rang, and I heard Mark's familiar voice, "Hi buddy. Geez, you haven't changed a bit. Where is your beautiful wife?"
Allen blurted, "She'll be out in a minute. Look at yourself; you are unrecognizable. You are very tan and much bulkier!"
Mark chuckled, "If YOU spent 5 years with the Marines in the desert, you'd look the same."
When Allen offered him a drink, I made my entrance. Mark's mouth remained open for too long, as he gasped, "Ruby, is it you or Allen married the 2023 playmate of the year?..."
I smiled and approached to kiss his cheek, "Markie, you've changed a lot. You left as a handsome young guy and returned as a big, dark-skinned, grown man. You look like every woman's dream. Clara left and it's obviously her loss. I am already jealous of her replacement."
His left hand, which was hidden behind his back until now, came forward. He held a bouquet of a dozen red roses. He mumbled, "Don't be jealous. You are my favorite lady. I still curse Allen each time I lay my eyes on you."
Allen and I laughed, and I said, "My night and shining armor has returned. Now I feel much safer."
Mark raised his fists jokingly and said, "Allen, you better be nice to your gorgeous wifey or I'll snatch her from you."
Allen grinned, "I know. I'll try to treat her better from now on. Buddy, tell us about your adventures. Being far away from the civilized world for years, you must have had all kinds of experiences."
"Give me another beer, and I'll tell you some stuff. However, the operations I was part of in the last 2 years are secret, and I cannot elaborate."
For the next hour, Allen and I heard stories about the rush exit of our forces from Afghanistan, unclassified operations in Ramadi and Bagdad, and life in the camps. Mark did not try to glorify his own part in the actions, but it was obvious he was an important member of the team. We drank and listened. I watched Allen; He leaned into Mark and looked at him... lovingly. I have never seen him looking like that at anybody else before.
Suddenly, Mark stopped his stories, ogled me up and down, and said, "Hey beautiful, enough about me. Tell me what made you marry this unworthy man. Was it his money? Did he blackmail you? I mean, you are in a totally different league."
I giggled, "He is a fantastic husband. He is a hard worker, loyal, helps at home, and takes care of all my needs."
Mark joked, "ALL your needs?"
I grinned and bent slightly into Mark, "Especially the needs you refer to. We experimented a lot, and our intimate life is highly adventurous."
Mark blushed, and I noticed the front of his pants moved up.
I smiled at Mark, "Allen may consider some of our escapades bigger secrets than the ones you had in the Marines, but if he agrees, I can tell you about some of them."
Mark stared at Allen, "Please, buddy. I had no 'action,' at least let me enjoy hearing about your fun."
Allen had a strange look, and he mumbled, "Ruby is allowed to tell you anything she wants."
I turned to Mark again, "Big guy, I suspect that when you hear our stories, your reaction..." I stared meaningfully at his growing tent, "...will be even more pronounced. Let me go change to a more comfortable attire and then, if you are still interested, I'll do it."
I stood up and realized I was mildly lightheaded. I sashayed slowly into the bedroom with Mark's eyes following my every step.
I removed my dress, panties, and blue shoes, and put on a sheer white lingerie robe with white high heels shoes. I opened the door, leaned against the frame, and said seductively, "I feel much more comfortable in this thing. However, if any of you is offended by my clothes, let me know and I'll change again."
It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
I grinned, "I knew it."
I sat on Mark's lap and whispered loudly, "Do you wish TO HEAR how Allen and I enjoy our time or JOIN US AND FEEL IT?"
Mark's bulge rose much higher as he stared at Allen for the right answer. Allen smiled, and said, "Buddy, after years of drought, we thought we should give you the opportunity to experience the fun things in life. Interested?"
Mark rubbed his eyes, not believing what was happening, and mumbled, "Is it an awesome dream?
I kissed his lips lightly, "It is, unless you wish to make it a reality."
He blurted, "Guys, as you said, I haven't done much lately. If it's some joke or a test, better stop now, because my blood is boiling. I never told you before, but Ruby, you starred in my wet dreams more than once..."
I kissed him again, took his huge palm and placed it on my breast. He began tweaking it gently. I touched his protruding tent and murmured, "I'd hate to see your pants rip apart by your dick. Do you want me to help you remove them, or you'd rather do it yourself?"
The big guy looked so helpless, I felt sorry for him. The surprise was too much, and he didn't know how to handle the situation.
Next, I stood up, parted his legs, and carefully lowered the zipper, ensuring his pole was not caught. His body froze as he watched me handle him. I lowered the strained briefs and exposed his genitals. His ball sack was heavy and hairy. The dick was massive, probably 8" long, and thicker than Allen's. The mushroomed helmet was also large and pointed to the ceiling. It was a great specimen! I whispered, "Markie, god blessed you. If it's OK with you, I'd love to taste it." He sat still, with his eyes hypnotized by my tits.
I used both hands to envelop his huge cock and began bobbing it lightly. I glimpsed at Allen, whose eyes were mesmerized by Mark's pecker. I grinned inside, thinking now I was about to give Allen an oral show, but first, I wanted both my boys to undress. I was fully exposed and fair is fair.
I removed my hands from Mark and said, "Guys, you ogled MY body. Now show me yours. Undress completely. Then, Mark, you take your seat again, and Allen, you sit by him, so I can watch you too."
They eyed each other, then undressed quickly without saying a word. Allen's penis was somewhat shorter and thinner than Mark's, but it was harder than usual. The sight definitely made him horny. I caressed Mark's big sack and jiggled tenderly his large testicles. He groaned softly. I kissed his spongy head, then spread my lips to the maximum, and managed to encompass the head. Next, I gradually descended on his thick shaft, attempting to take in as much as I could. It jolted in my mouth, and Mark blurted, "Ruby, I can't hold it for long; I am too aroused..." I signaled thumbs up and began bobbing in earnest. From the corner of my eye, I saw Allen bending his head toward mine as his hand was playing with his member.
Mark lasted less than a minute before tensing, howling, and ejaculating a ton of spunk down my throat. The amount was much more than Allen's, and I struggled to swallow the stuff as fast as I could. Except for a couple of drops that trickled from the sides of my mouth, I did pretty well. I cleaned his shrinking junk and smiled at him, "Mark, honey, now that your tension has declined, we can move on. What would you like to do now?"
He blushed profusely, and stuttered, "Ruby, you are amazing. How can a lady be very pretty, with a Jessica Rabbit figure, and so good at giving oral?!... Allen, I hope you appreciate the treasure you have at home."
Allen grinned, "Trust me; I do." I noticed Allen's eyes never left Mark's deflating member.
I announced, "Guys, I have a suggestion. Since both of you are naked, why don't we go to rest for a while in the bedroom?" I removed my tiny white cloth and asked them, "Would you like me to take off my high heels too?"
They answered in unison, "NO!" I chuckled.
I sashayed on my heels toward the bedroom as the boys followed me. I sat on the edge and glanced at them. Allen's prick was still rock hard, while Mark's began rising again.
I joked, "Markie, your organ seems to want some more. Allen is excited as well. Any idea how I can help both of you?"
Mark smiled but stayed mum. Allen continued to gaze (Longingly?) at Mark's rising cock and was silent as well. A crazy idea crossed my mind... I guided Mark to lie on his back and shut his eyes. Then I parted his legs as wide as possible and lay on my tummy in between. Next, I signaled to Allen to lay on his tummy by me, and whispered to him, "Mark's organ is awesome, don't you think?" He nodded up and down.
"You wanted Mark to join us, so it's your time to take part too. Grab his penis and insert it into my mouth." He hesitated for a couple of seconds, then grasped the member with 2 fingers and moved it toward my mouth. I whispered, "You like touching it, don't you?"
He blushed, licked his dry lips, and didn't talk.
"Allen, we both know you wish to taste it. Kiss it!"
He gazed at me pleadingly. I didn't budge, "Open your mouth and let it in."
He sighed, and his lips slowly parted. I pushed the spongy head between Allen's lips. He wasn't sure what to do next, and I whispered, "Now suck it like a good boy."
Allen's lips began moving on the now fully erect cock, and seconds later, he started bobbing on it. I raised my upper body, and my extended fingers found Allen's strained cock. I whispered to him, "I see you like what you do. Good job. Continue, and you'll be rewarded soon."
Subsequently, I moved up, straddled Mark's face, and gingerly crouched on top of him. He sniffed my sex, and his tongue lapped my drenched labia. I had no idea what Mark was thinking at that moment, but his tongue did marvels on my vulva, and his cock became stiffer still. I moved slightly on top of his face, directing his tongue to penetrate my snatch. Then I grabbed his hands, and placed them on my tits. He didn't need further instructions: His long fingers fondled my sensitive breasts, and his tongue slid onto my swollen clitoris. I remember hearing myself scream, as I reached an unbelievable climax. I could not hold myself and landed hard on Mark's face. He lifted me slightly with one hand while the other continued pinching my hard nipple. I was in ecstasy, and soon found myself lying on the bed near Mark. His eyes were still closed, and his hand held a tight grip on Allen's head. Allen was now bobbing his buddy furiously. I was hypnotized by the erotic view. Then Mark's torso tightened, and he ejaculated into Allen's mouth. Allen tried to back off, but Mark was stronger, and Allen was forced to swallow part of the goo while the rest dribbled down on the sheet.
I rushed to the bathroom, cleaned myself somewhat and returned 10 minutes later. The 2 guys stayed in the same position as I left them and didn't talk or look at each other. It was apparent both were embarrassed by what happened. I had to break the ice and said, "Mark, go to the bathroom and take a shower. You need it after cumming twice."
He stood up, never looking at Allen, and disappeared in the bathroom.
I turned to Allen, "Honey, you were terrific, and you are the only one who didn't orgasm yet. Next, you are about to have the time of your life. I think Mark will take a lengthy shower to regain his strength. When he comes out, we'll have dinner, and later, I thought you two might DP me. Interested?"
His eyes brightened as he glanced at me to see if I was serious, "Honey, are you sure? His dick is massive..."
"I agree, that's why he will fuck my pussy, and you will enjoy me anally."
"Geez! Is this really Ruby, the wife who hesitated to let Mark join us in the first place?!..."
I laughed, "Allen, you opened a Pandora's Box. Once I was aroused, my shyness melted away. Then I noticed you guys were more embarrassed and scared than me, so I took charge. Mark seems to fit quite nicely into our love life, don't you think?"
Allen's face was flushed.
"Honey, don't be shy. Your dick was erect when you watched me giving him head, and remained hard when you sucked him. It doesn't mean you are gay, but it is definitely useful in a threesome. I loved everything so far. Did YOU suffer?"
He murmured, "I didn't suffer. Watching you 2 was very erotic. Even going down on Mark wasn't too much, assuming later he would be nice about it..."
I kissed Allen softly, tasting Mark's seed on his lips, and said, "Trust me; when he comes out, I'll make him focus on me until we are good and ready for the main event."
Half the dinner was prepared beforehand, so most of the work was already done. By the time Mark sat at the table, I was ready to serve pork chops, baked potatoes, asparagus, and pickled beets. However, I noticed the boys were too quiet. I went to the bedroom, removed the robe I put on before, and put on a tiny apron which barely covered my cunt. I held the large tray carrying the food, glided on my high heels toward Mark, bounced my tits, and asked him, "Sir, may I serve your meal?"
He giggled, "Lady, the way you look now, you can do to me whatever you wish. In the Marines, I was trained to fight until my last drop of blood, but one look at you, and I give up."
I grinned, "Good boy. If you like the meal and afterward thank me NICELY, I might give you a special prize, and I do not mean a medal." He laughed, and I saw his penis stir. Then I moved to Allen, "And you darling, are you hungry yet?"
Allan smiled, "I am famished, yes, but I am also hungry for the promised dessert..." I filled his plate, turned around to place everything on mine too, and knowing they ogled my behind, I jiggled my ass cheeks temptingly toward them. Both chortled, and the ice was broken. I had a sigh of relief.
During the dinner, Mark continued telling us funny anecdotes from his time in Iraq. Surprisingly, in an area torn with killing and blood, there were funny moments as well. Throughout dinner, I ate little and constantly moved to fill my men's plates with goodies: More chops, additional potatoes, and later, a choice of Brownie-ala-mode or fruit salad with macadamia nuts and a Moscato wine.
As expected, eyes were on me everywhere I went, and I did my best to keep their eyes entertained by bending often, jiggling my boobs, and 'unintentionally' spreading my legs apart. Deep down, I wondered where did I get the nerve to behave like that in front of Mark. I was always fond of him, but never before I imagined to be that overt in making him want me. Was it only the alcohol to blame? Did our sexual escapade free my mental censorship? Was I out of control? I couldn't decide, but one thing was clear: I felt good about myself and was happy to share my happiness with my 2 lovers.
When the dinner was over, I stood by the sink, and my men brought the used plates and utensils to me. Allen arrived first. He stood behind me, rubbed his rigid cock on my bare ass and whispered, "Honey, it's time for the REAL dessert." I smiled, "I know, and I impatiently wait for it too. Check it out." Next, I felt 2 fingers trail my soaked vulva. He licked his fingers and said, "Ma'am, you taste great." Mark copied Allen's move; I felt his strong body pressed against my soft butt, and his now raging organ poking my back. He leaned, kissed my neck and mumbled, "Lady, I love orals, but I hoped to fuck you too." I chortled, "Shame on you, talking like that to a married woman. You better say you are sorry or I ride you until you do." His hands grabbed my exposed tits, and he massaged them lightly, "I dare you to do it." I said, "Mark darling, you are too strong for me, so Allen will help me." He laughed, "Even better."
I finished placing the dishes in the dishwasher, dried my hands and felt that the only wet area was my... dripping cunt. I turned around.
Both boys ogled my body, reminding me of puppies hungry for attention. My wetness increased, and now I could feel drops moving down my right thigh. It was time for the next level.
"Hey, you," I pointed my finger at Mark, "Get on the bed!" He grinned and went to the bedroom. I told Allen to follow me and wait for my signal to join us as planned.
I walked to the bedroom and watched Mark's impressive naked body lying on his back with his right hand gently stroking his giant erection. I kicked his hand from his glorious prick and ordered, "Until you leave this house, this monster is mine to use the way I feel like. You wish to do something with it? Ask my permission. Are we clear?!"
"Yes, milady."
My hand trailed his long shaft, as I stared at the veiny beast that would pierce my pussy shortly, and moaned. It was god's gift to women: Long, thick, hard, perfect! I climbed the bed, placed my feet on both sides of his 6-pack, and slowly sat down on the Tower of Pisa. I felt it paving the way through my narrow tunnel, steadily widening it to accommodate its girth. The feeling of fullness in my vagina was bliss! I continued my descent until his hairy sack touched my butt cheeks. I wondered if the huge pole had reached my throat yet...
I waited a couple of seconds and watched Mark grimace. His eyes were focused on my boobs. Then his massive palms tweaked them lovingly. I started riding the enormous tool, feeling it drilling my inside deeper than a cock had ever been before. It was fulfilling and highly arousing. I knew if I didn't slow down, I'd climax too early. I lowered my pace and watched the disappointment on Mark's manly face. I whispered, "Honey, don't worry, it's only the beginning." Then I turned my face to Allen, who was staring at our action wide-eyed with his stiffy clutched in his fist, and said, "Allen dear, move your hand away, hop on the bed behind me, bring the oily stuff and get to work."
He smiled like the cat that ate the canary and mounted the bed behind my back. I leaned on Mark's pectorals and French kissed him. I saw his eyes follow Allen's body. Only then he realized what my plan was. My lips left his, and I mildly raised my upper body. It allowed Mark to continue working my tits while his cock had a better angle inside my pussy.
Subsequently, Allen smeared my anus with jelly. His fingers moved in a circular mode all around my crack and (Unintentionally?) spread some on Mark's sack as well. Each time Allen's hand touched the sack, Mark moaned, and his pole jerked in my hungry cunt. I loved it but was worried if I told Allen to continue his manipulations on Mark's sack, he might get scared and stop it. Eventually, he determined there was enough lubrication and gingerly inserted his forefinger into my ass. It was pleasant. He fingered my back hole, timing it so that when Mark's cock was pulling out, he pushed the finger in and vice versa. I thought the next step would be using a second finger, but I was wrong: Allen pulled out his finger and very gently penetrated with his dick.
We have done anal multiple times before, and I loved it. This time, the entrance was as nice and easy as before, but the deeper penetration into my rectum was a different story. It felt like 2 humongous columns grinding against each other in my lower abdomen. Initially, the significant pressure felt weird, but gradually it became more enjoyable. Within less than a minute the constant massive alternating drilling aroused me to the verge of cumming. I couldn't hold my position, and my chest landed on Mark's torso. His right fingers pinched my nipple, and his left rubbed my ass around Allen's ramming member. I imagined Mark playing with Allen's tool, but I wasn't certain he did it. The mere thought took me over the edge, and as my orgasm began, I trembled violently, feeling I was a ragdoll sandwich. I heard myself crying and screaming and had no idea what was happening.
My brain cleared somewhat when my assailants intensified the rhythm, but then, again, I sank into oblivion. It felt like I was in heaven, being pushed and shoved in all directions by angels who used me as their toy... I had no control over their game, but the pleasure I felt was immense and indescribable. I woke up when Allen's shrinking phallus was pulled out of my ass. My eyes refused to open. Mark tenderly pushed me sideways, and I was placed on my back, feeling both my holes were leaking badly.
I used the little strength I had left to rush to the nearest bathroom. I sat on the toilet and after emptying the large amount of spunk, moved to the shower. I was so weak, I had to lean on the wall. It took me time to recover, but then I felt better. I watched my face in the mirror. It was reddish. Was it due to the hot water? An early afterglow?
I came out wrapped in a large soft towel and saw the guys sitting naked on the bed and laughing. I asked what was going on. Allen chuckled, "Honey, Mark told me he'd like to marry you too. I said it was impossible because you were already mine, so he offered to buy you the same way wedding business was conducted in the Middle East: For 3 goats, 2 camels, and a cow. I said I could not use camels in the city, goats were too dirty, and your udders were prettier than those of any cow... But seriously, I think Mark is in love with you."
I grinned, "Boys, I enjoyed our Menages a Trois, and I love both of you. I am married to one, but as long as there is no fighting and we have fun together, the legal document is meaningless. Any objections?"
They stared at each other and then said in unison, "No, ma'am."
We 4 were born either in January or February and celebrated our 18th birthday together in Allen's house. We ignored the 'no alcohol under 21' law and had beers around. Clara didn't drink and I had a bottle of Heineken. The boys drank at least 3 each, and were under the influence pretty quickly.
We played Charade and Pictionary, and later started Truth or Dare. Others may play it differently, but we used an empty bottle of Heineken, and going around, each one spun the bottle. Whoever the bottleneck was directed at him/her, was supposed to confront the truth or dare. Clara was first. She chose truth. I asked if she truly loved Mark. She blushed and nodded yes. Then the bottle aimed at me. I chose dare. Allen chuckled and dared me to kiss Mark for a full minute. I didn't hesitate. I liked him very much, and for the sake of the game, I happily obeyed. Next, it was Allen's turn, and he chose truth. Clara asked if he loved Mark. Allen grinned, "Of course. We are BFFs." Then, the bottle pointed at Clara again. She selected a dare. Mark instructed her to kiss either me or Allen. She refused, stood up, and said the game was very stupid. She and Mark left soon after.
In the following months, we met them multiple times and went together to movies or coffee places. We had only one more party in my house: It was prior to Spring Break. I invited 5 couples, including Clara and Mark. My parents were away, and I allowed the guests to use our wine bar. In the beginning, the atmosphere was calm and polite. The music, dancing, TV watching, all was as usual. I noticed Mark was drinking more heavily than usual, but he seemed to tolerate it well, so I ignored it. Then I went to the kitchen to cut the chocolate cake. As I was carefully slicing it, I felt a male's body hugging my waist. He whispered in my ear, "Ruby, I love you and always will."
I recognized Mark's voice. He smelled of alcohol, and I blurted "Buddy, I love you too, but you need to be careful; If Clara comes to the kitchen, she will misunderstand your intentions."
He giggled, "Yes, she is a jealous person. Luckily, Allen is not."
"Mark, I never gave him a reason to be jealous."
"Ruby honey, I envy your relationship. I love both of you very much."
I smiled, "It's good to know, and as a reward, you'll get 2 pieces of cake."
He kissed my cheek one more time, and repeated, "I really love you." Then he left me and returned to the living room.
By the end of the school year, we realized our quartet was about to break. Allen and I got accepted to ASU. Clara registered with UIC, and Mark chose to join the Marines, like his father before him.
A year later, Mark was sent to Afghanistan and then Iraq, and we rarely heard from him. Clara chose to separate from Mark, who she hardly saw, and was now dating another college student in Chicago. Allen and I got married and, with the help of our parents, rented a small apartment in Chandler, AZ. Besides our studies, we earned some money; Allen by helping random customers build web pages, while I tutored a few high school students in math, chemistry, and biology. We agreed to focus on our careers before bringing children to the world.
Our sex life was satisfying from the start. We knew each other well and weren't shy telling the other what we liked and what we thought might feel better. Neither of us had prior sexual experience, so we began cautiously, learning on the go. As a virgin, I was slightly scared of the first time, but Allen was patient with me. He licked and ate me before rupturing my hymen with his fingers. Fortunately, the hymen covered very little, and the pain was mild and short in duration. I was aroused, and when he mounted me and started riding, I was more than ready. I orgasmed twice before he came in my vagina. Then he kissed me, and we went to sleep spooning.
We loved our sexual sessions, and soon experimented with various positions. Everything was on the table, although each of us had his/her favorites. Allen preferred 69 and missionary position with my legs on his shoulders, while I loved doggy style and cowgirl. After the first year, in one of our lovemaking times, Allen mentioned he'd like to expand our sexual horizons. Based on his suggestions, we tried fucking on the carpet, on the heavy kitchen table, and even on our laundromat. I definitely was more impressed with the first 2 than the 3rd one.
Then we tried Allen's idea of titfucking. I've read about it and wished to accommodate Allen's request. However, my C cup firm boobs were not ideal for that purpose. Even when I squeezed them forcefully on his rigid pole, the friction was less than adequate, and I ended up sucking him instead.
A big success story, though, was our anal experience. When Allen first mentioned it, I was frightened. His 7" thick organ would rip my back hole, cause tremendous pain, and I'd need corrective surgery. Allen didn't push, but when I asked what present he wanted for his birthday, he repeated his dream of using me anally. I loved my husband too much to disappoint him without thoroughly checking why in a well published study, about 25% of women who went through it liked the experience. Of course, I wasn't familiar with the details of the study, including male organ size, women's age, bowel habits, etc. I've read 2 instructional essays about anal sex, and without telling Allen anything about it, I prepared myself for the experience. I began eating more fiber-containing foods to soften my bowel movements, sat in hot water tub for half an hour at every opportunity, and most importantly, started dilating my sphincter with different size dildoes. A lot of KY jelly was used during my puckered hole training. A week before his birthday, I was able to maneuver a large dildo, that was almost as thick as Allen's member when erect. I hoped I was ready for him.
On the evening of his birthday, I decorated our bedroom with lit candles, placed aromatic incenses in strategic locations, dimmed the lights, took a long time cleaning myself, and chugged a glass of Chardonnay. When Allen showed up, I appeared wearing a red sheer baby doll and whispered seductively if he wished to eat his dinner or first have his birthday present.
He grinned, "Regular dinner can wait. I'd rather have you on the menu as an appetizer."
"Well, honey, I know you fantasized about anal fun, and I think I am ready for you. But, please, be patient and careful."
He kissed me tenderly and mumbled, "Darling, I'll do my best. Unless I am sure I can pleasure you, I won't force it."
We started with 69. I blew him nice and slow, and his member engorged rapidly. Allen started by licking and kissing my cunt, but then he moved down for a rimming job. It felt good and erotic. I knew my back hole area was well prepared and was not concerned about my smell or taste. In fact, I noticed that when he penetrated my anus with his tongue, his organ extended and hardened further. My arousal steadily heightened, and I began to groan. He switched position and placed me on all 4. Next, he invaded my moist pussy with his cock and plowed it slowly. At the same time, he spread KY jelly on my crack, and gently inserted his forefinger into my asshole.
Instinctively it contracted, but relaxed seconds later. His finger moved circularly to widen the opening, and then a second finger invaded my hole. I was already used to larger objects, and it felt good. I rode his fingers to hint I wasn't suffering. He added more jelly via his fingers, then pulled them out and began gingerly pushing his cock into my opened anus. Allen was extremely slow and gentle. I felt my sphincter expand as much as possible, and it started to hurt a little, but then I heard a soft plop, and his organ was in. His raging tool was surrounded by smooth skin, and with the abundant lubrication, I felt pressure rather than true pain. Allen stayed still for several seconds and waited for my signal to advance forward. Once my anal hole adjusted to his girth, I began bobbing on his member and whispered, "Honey, you feel wonderful in my ass. Go ahead, fuck me."
He was still cautious and progressed leisurely, but as my horniness increased, I needed him to accelerate his rhythm. I mumbled, "Allen, stop worrying and fuck me harder. I am too close to cumming."
He laughed and intensified his strokes. I climaxed powerfully within seconds, screaming my heart out. In my daze, I heard Allen murmur, "Honey, you are so tight..."
My orgasm continued forever. I was shivering nonstop, feeling ecstatic with him drilling my butthole like a massive jackhammer. Then his left hand kneaded my breast and his right fingers fumbled with my clitty. I jerked and lost it completely. I woke up feeling his rigid cock spasming in my hole, jetting continuously into my bowels. I was trembling uncontrollably, being kept in place by Allen's strong hands and his thick, hard cock, which impaled me. When the internal flood diminished, Allen's pecker was still rock-hard, likely because the tight sphincter prevented blood-return from his spent cock. He continued pounding my ass for a few more minutes before pulling out. As his shriveling prick was out, my tummy landed on the mattress. He caressed my cheek and whispered, "Darling, thank you for the best present ever. I hope you didn't suffer too much..."
I smiled at him and mumbled, "I loved it! My orgasm was massive. It felt different than pussy fucking, but it was VERY pleasant. Next time you wish a repeat, tell me in advance, and I don't think I'll have a problem with it."
The success in anal opened the door to going further. Allen and I started spending more free time outdoors and taking risque pictures. It began when one day we were on a less traveled trail about 20 miles from home, and Allen asked me to sit on a leaning bark, remove my top, and pretend to be tanning. The photo was stunning and looked natural. We both liked it and decided to be more daring. Later he shot me walking topless on the trail and even lying naked on a sunny patch of grass.
I complimented him for his skills as a photographer, while he modestly claimed I was photogenic and exceptionally beautiful.
The same evening, we had a passionate sex, and when I was horny, he whispered, "Honey, when I took your nude photos, I hoped a lone guy would be strolling by and get a glimpse of your terrific body." I was able to say, "Naughty..." before climaxing wildly.
Once we went on a trip to Southern Utah. The scenery was out-of-this-world in many places. On a warm sunny day, we arrived at Bryce Canyon and walked on a trail among the hoodoos. The views were impressive, and Allen used every opportunity to grab pictures. It became too hot, and I removed my thin coat.
Allen chuckled, "Ruby, you look gorgeous today." I stared at him quizzically, and he smiled, "Your skin color matches well with the color of the hoodoos. Let's get some 'fun' photos."
I looked around. Now and then, a couple of walkers showed up on the main trail. We waited for the right time, and when nobody was close, I removed my blouse and bra, and posed by a tall hoodoo. After Allen took 4 pictures, I wore my blouse, not bothering with the bra, and we strolled further along the trail. The temperature continued to rise, and I began to sweat slightly under my short-sleeved blouse.
As we passed by a couple of guys, I watched them ogling my chest. One of them whistled appreciatively. I smiled at him and strolled forward. Allen stopped me and giggled, "You know why they were impressed, don't you?"
I smirked, "A young woman with swaying tits under her thin blouse is bound to attract men's attention."
He laughed, "True, but look at your chest and see the other reason."
I lowered my stare and realized my blouse was soaked with sweat, which turned it transparent, and my breasts were easily visible, especially my dark nipples. My initial instinct was to cover my chest, but it was useless. I considered putting on my bra, but Allen said, "You were already spotted, and your tits are pretty. We don't know anybody here, so unless we see minors on the way, why do you care? I'd love to watch your freely bouncing tits and the people ogling them."
I hesitated and then agreed to continue walking as before. Next, we saw a middle-age guy coming toward us. He noticed my jiggling breasts from 100 feet away and smiled broadly at us. As we were close, Allen said to the guy, "Will you do us a favor and take some pictures of us together?"
The guy was thrilled, "Of course. Where do you wish to stand?"
For the first picture, Allen stood by my side and hugged my shoulder. Next, he moved behind me and hugged my waist. Then he bent me backward to lean my head on his chest. This pose arched my back and pushed my clearly seen breasts forward. The guy's pants began showing a tent...
After the guy shot the picture, Allen faked innocence and said to him, "You seem to know your stuff. Any other pose you'd recommend?"
He blushed and mumbled, "Your girl is gorgeous. If I were in your shoes, I'd take her pictures 'au natural'..."
Allen gazed at me, and blurted, "I agree. Honey, can we?"
My mind conflicted; posing topless in front of a stranger was not something I fantasized about; on the other hand, this guy already saw my breasts and showed interest. In a rushed judgment, I unbuttoned my blouse and stood before Allen. He cupped my tits as the guy's tent threatened to tear the zipper. My nipples hardened. Allen's palms kneaded my boobs for the last picture. As a large group of people passed by us, I covered myself with the thin coat.
The guy gave Allen back the camera and said, "I envy you guys. Young, beautiful, full of energy and courage. Thanks for allowing me to enjoy the sexy view."
We returned to our hotel and had prolonged sex. Allen whispered, "It was perfect. Did you see how aroused he became after watching your amazing tits? Just think how he would have reacted if we had sex in front of him..." We came immediately after.
On the same trip, one afternoon Allen saw in the hotel facing us, a couple sitting on their balcony and chatting enthusiastically. He convinced me to pose nude on our balcony. I gradually removed my clothes one by one. The couple noticed us several minutes later. They stopped talking and watched us. Allen brought his camera and as the couple continued glancing at us, improvised positions. Then the guy raised his hand with a thumbs up signal. We smiled at him. The guy started talking and arguing with his girl.
She disappeared into their room minutes later, while he was still staring at us. Next, Allen made me lay on the round table, spread my legs and touch my breasts for a photo he took standing on a chair. When I climbed down, I noticed the girl from across us reappeared. She was now wearing a long robe. She brought a cell phone to her man. He stood up, aimed his phone at her, and she slowly unwrapped the robe to reveal a nice, skinny, naked body. Her face was somewhat darker than mine, and she had long black hair. Her B cup tits were perky with large dark brown nipples. Her black, neatly trimmed bush contrasted with my barely-there dirty-blonde bush hair. After taking a few pictures, the couple looked at us. We smiled. Allen shouted, "She is wonderful and sexy." We weren't sure if they could hear us due to the loud street noise, but it was fun.
A few months later, Allen got a phone call from Mark, "Hi buddy. How are you guys doing?"
Allen: "Good to hear from you after such a long time. What is going on with you?"
"I could not call or write because I was part of the team that worked on secret missions in Iraq. However, after almost 5 years in the Marines, I decided to quit the force and return to the civilized world. I'll be back in town next week on Thursday."
"Mark, we'll be more than happy to see you. When will you stop by at our house?"
"Will Saturday afternoon, let's say 5 pm, a good time?"
"Mark, ANYTIME is a good time. Ruby and I missed you so much!"
"See you then."
After the phone call, I pulled our photo album with all our pictures that showed our good times together. The memories flooded my brain, and I started tearing.
Allen saw it and hugged me, "Honey, don't cry. Good times are here again."
"Not exactly; Clara is no longer around, and Mark will be by himself. I don't want him to feel like a third wheel..."
"We can make him feel like he is part of our family. He can even stay in our house until he decides what he wishes to do next."
"Good idea; I'll have no problem cooking for 3 and doing his laundry with your clothes."
Hours later, when Allen and I were already in bed, he stared at my body lustily and said, "Ruby dear, you look more radiant than usual. I have the urge to abuse your amazing body."
I didn't know he could see it on my face, but he was right; I was thinking of ways we could make Mark's return more enjoyable. I glanced at Allen with my eyes partly closed, pouted my mouth, and muttered, "Are you sure you still like my body? I think I am getting too old. Pretty soon my menopause will take over..."
He giggled, "You are 28, barely above a minor's age. Well, when Mark is here, we'll see what he says about your old, ugly body. In the meantime, since my cock has no eyes and is still under the impression you are beautiful, may we roll in the hay?"
I performed a short striptease show and jumped into bed, waiting for my horny mate to pounce on my body. Unlike his usual straightforward attack he lately used, he began by softly touching me, as if he had a feather in his palm. I shut my eyes and subjected myself to his tender caress. He continued doing it for like 10 minutes, during which my arousal skyrocketed. I murmured, "Honey, it was very pleasant. I am ready now. It's time I enjoy your pole plowing my pussy."
He inserted his stiff member halfway into my wet vagina and started stroking gently. His large hands massaged my tits relentlessly. My horniness increased further. I pleaded, "Honey, that's enough. I want to cum."
He leaned into me, French kissed me, and then whispered, "Imagine Mark was here too. He would have loved to watch us going at it. I bet he would be aroused as well."
I muttered, "I know he would. But then he might want to join..."
"So what? It would be the best welcome ever."
"Allen, be careful what you wish for. Do you REALLY want him to join us in bed?"
"Honey, since the time the guy took our pictures, I thought about a threesome. I didn't think you were ready to do it with a stranger, but we love Mark. He probably didn't have sex for quite a while, and Clara is not available anymore. If you'd agree to it, both Mark and I will be very grateful."
"Honey, you are not fair; you ask me this question when I am aroused, knowing that right now I am ready to fuck anybody who'll knock on the door."
"Please Ruby, consider. The more I think about us 3 playing together, the more excited I become."
My head was spinning. I was horny like hell. With my closed eyes, I could see Allen drilling my pussy with his magnificent tool, as Mark kneeling by my head and feeding me his... Within seconds I exploded having my strongest orgasm yet.
As I was shuddering uncontrollably, Allen intensified his pounding, prolonging my climax. He blurted, "That's it, honey; think about all the various sexual options we can have as a group of 3. Damn, I am about to cum too!"
A wild growl escaped his mouth, as he shoved his steely dick powerfully into my tortured cunt. His ejaculate hit hard the walls of my pussy, and my climax hit another peak. Gradually, he slowed down and pulled out. I was breathless and exhausted, yet satisfied beyond belief.
We rested for about 15 minutes, and then I looked him in the eye and inquired, "Allen honey, did you mean what you just said to me?"
He blushed, "I'll never force you to do something against your will, but I think it will be a great opportunity to strengthen the old bond with Mark and add to our already wonderful sex life."
I mumbled, "Are you sure about it? Won't it make you jealous seeing me sucking Mark's penis and later him fucking me?"
"Frankly, the more I think about it, the more aroused I become."
I stared at Allen's face for a long moment and then whispered, "Let me think about it, but say nothing to Mark."
"Cross my heart..."
On Friday evening, before sleeping, I made up my mind to go with it. My heart rate was 1000 per minute, but I agreed with Allen that anything else we'd do with Mark would be less meaningful than accepting him as part of our family. Of course, the fact that Mark was very attractive and a nice person influenced me too. I knew that if I ever was going to agree to a three-way, Mark would be my number one choice. Allen was elated and roughed me up in bed the way I liked. I came 3 times while seeing before my eyes Mark's body participating in the act.
The next day, I was very nervous. Yes, I agreed with Allen's plan, but Mark had no idea about it, and I didn't know how he would react. I knew he found me sexy, but it didn't mean he was ready to jump in bed with me and Allen. And what if the Marines changed him? What if I chickened out at the last minute?...
Allen attempted to calm me down the best he could and even said, "Honey, if you change your mind and decide you can't do it, it's OK. I'd rather we do it, but it's really up to you."
In the morning, I told Allen to watch sports while I busied myself in the kitchen, cooking what I recalled was Mark's favorite meal. All that time my head was somewhere else, thinking about the potential implications if we actually go with the plan. Allen and I never discussed HOW to approach the subject...
Just before 4 pm, I entered the bathroom with a large glass of Chardonnay and lay in the hot water-filled tub. I closed my eyes and thought of a way to initiate everything. The more wine I sipped, the more courageous I became. I got out, covered myself in a large towel, and said to Allen, "Get out of the bedroom so I can prepare. Once Mark shows up, let him inside, and I'll get out to welcome him."
I checked my watch; I had 20 minutes to prepare. I shaved thoroughly all the necessary areas, and then put on a pair of silky, low cut panties. I chose to wear the blue dress. It was the tightest, most revealing one I had. Neither of my bras fit under this dress, and I skipped the bra. Without it, the top of my tits bulged up nicely. The hem reached about 2" below my panties, which meant I'd have to be careful bending... 3" heel, matching color shoes looked good on my legs. I added red lipstick with lip-gloss and a touch of perfume and checked myself in the mirror. I looked like a high-maintenance escort lady. Women would likely mock me, but most men would ogle me. How will my look affect Mark?
I didn't have time to think about it. The front bell rang, and I heard Mark's familiar voice, "Hi buddy. Geez, you haven't changed a bit. Where is your beautiful wife?"
Allen blurted, "She'll be out in a minute. Look at yourself; you are unrecognizable. You are very tan and much bulkier!"
Mark chuckled, "If YOU spent 5 years with the Marines in the desert, you'd look the same."
When Allen offered him a drink, I made my entrance. Mark's mouth remained open for too long, as he gasped, "Ruby, is it you or Allen married the 2023 playmate of the year?..."
I smiled and approached to kiss his cheek, "Markie, you've changed a lot. You left as a handsome young guy and returned as a big, dark-skinned, grown man. You look like every woman's dream. Clara left and it's obviously her loss. I am already jealous of her replacement."
His left hand, which was hidden behind his back until now, came forward. He held a bouquet of a dozen red roses. He mumbled, "Don't be jealous. You are my favorite lady. I still curse Allen each time I lay my eyes on you."
Allen and I laughed, and I said, "My night and shining armor has returned. Now I feel much safer."
Mark raised his fists jokingly and said, "Allen, you better be nice to your gorgeous wifey or I'll snatch her from you."
Allen grinned, "I know. I'll try to treat her better from now on. Buddy, tell us about your adventures. Being far away from the civilized world for years, you must have had all kinds of experiences."
"Give me another beer, and I'll tell you some stuff. However, the operations I was part of in the last 2 years are secret, and I cannot elaborate."
For the next hour, Allen and I heard stories about the rush exit of our forces from Afghanistan, unclassified operations in Ramadi and Bagdad, and life in the camps. Mark did not try to glorify his own part in the actions, but it was obvious he was an important member of the team. We drank and listened. I watched Allen; He leaned into Mark and looked at him... lovingly. I have never seen him looking like that at anybody else before.
Suddenly, Mark stopped his stories, ogled me up and down, and said, "Hey beautiful, enough about me. Tell me what made you marry this unworthy man. Was it his money? Did he blackmail you? I mean, you are in a totally different league."
I giggled, "He is a fantastic husband. He is a hard worker, loyal, helps at home, and takes care of all my needs."
Mark joked, "ALL your needs?"
I grinned and bent slightly into Mark, "Especially the needs you refer to. We experimented a lot, and our intimate life is highly adventurous."
Mark blushed, and I noticed the front of his pants moved up.
I smiled at Mark, "Allen may consider some of our escapades bigger secrets than the ones you had in the Marines, but if he agrees, I can tell you about some of them."
Mark stared at Allen, "Please, buddy. I had no 'action,' at least let me enjoy hearing about your fun."
Allen had a strange look, and he mumbled, "Ruby is allowed to tell you anything she wants."
I turned to Mark again, "Big guy, I suspect that when you hear our stories, your reaction..." I stared meaningfully at his growing tent, "...will be even more pronounced. Let me go change to a more comfortable attire and then, if you are still interested, I'll do it."
I stood up and realized I was mildly lightheaded. I sashayed slowly into the bedroom with Mark's eyes following my every step.
I removed my dress, panties, and blue shoes, and put on a sheer white lingerie robe with white high heels shoes. I opened the door, leaned against the frame, and said seductively, "I feel much more comfortable in this thing. However, if any of you is offended by my clothes, let me know and I'll change again."
It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
I grinned, "I knew it."
I sat on Mark's lap and whispered loudly, "Do you wish TO HEAR how Allen and I enjoy our time or JOIN US AND FEEL IT?"
Mark's bulge rose much higher as he stared at Allen for the right answer. Allen smiled, and said, "Buddy, after years of drought, we thought we should give you the opportunity to experience the fun things in life. Interested?"
Mark rubbed his eyes, not believing what was happening, and mumbled, "Is it an awesome dream?
I kissed his lips lightly, "It is, unless you wish to make it a reality."
He blurted, "Guys, as you said, I haven't done much lately. If it's some joke or a test, better stop now, because my blood is boiling. I never told you before, but Ruby, you starred in my wet dreams more than once..."
I kissed him again, took his huge palm and placed it on my breast. He began tweaking it gently. I touched his protruding tent and murmured, "I'd hate to see your pants rip apart by your dick. Do you want me to help you remove them, or you'd rather do it yourself?"
The big guy looked so helpless, I felt sorry for him. The surprise was too much, and he didn't know how to handle the situation.
Next, I stood up, parted his legs, and carefully lowered the zipper, ensuring his pole was not caught. His body froze as he watched me handle him. I lowered the strained briefs and exposed his genitals. His ball sack was heavy and hairy. The dick was massive, probably 8" long, and thicker than Allen's. The mushroomed helmet was also large and pointed to the ceiling. It was a great specimen! I whispered, "Markie, god blessed you. If it's OK with you, I'd love to taste it." He sat still, with his eyes hypnotized by my tits.
I used both hands to envelop his huge cock and began bobbing it lightly. I glimpsed at Allen, whose eyes were mesmerized by Mark's pecker. I grinned inside, thinking now I was about to give Allen an oral show, but first, I wanted both my boys to undress. I was fully exposed and fair is fair.
I removed my hands from Mark and said, "Guys, you ogled MY body. Now show me yours. Undress completely. Then, Mark, you take your seat again, and Allen, you sit by him, so I can watch you too."
They eyed each other, then undressed quickly without saying a word. Allen's penis was somewhat shorter and thinner than Mark's, but it was harder than usual. The sight definitely made him horny. I caressed Mark's big sack and jiggled tenderly his large testicles. He groaned softly. I kissed his spongy head, then spread my lips to the maximum, and managed to encompass the head. Next, I gradually descended on his thick shaft, attempting to take in as much as I could. It jolted in my mouth, and Mark blurted, "Ruby, I can't hold it for long; I am too aroused..." I signaled thumbs up and began bobbing in earnest. From the corner of my eye, I saw Allen bending his head toward mine as his hand was playing with his member.
Mark lasted less than a minute before tensing, howling, and ejaculating a ton of spunk down my throat. The amount was much more than Allen's, and I struggled to swallow the stuff as fast as I could. Except for a couple of drops that trickled from the sides of my mouth, I did pretty well. I cleaned his shrinking junk and smiled at him, "Mark, honey, now that your tension has declined, we can move on. What would you like to do now?"
He blushed profusely, and stuttered, "Ruby, you are amazing. How can a lady be very pretty, with a Jessica Rabbit figure, and so good at giving oral?!... Allen, I hope you appreciate the treasure you have at home."
Allen grinned, "Trust me; I do." I noticed Allen's eyes never left Mark's deflating member.
I announced, "Guys, I have a suggestion. Since both of you are naked, why don't we go to rest for a while in the bedroom?" I removed my tiny white cloth and asked them, "Would you like me to take off my high heels too?"
They answered in unison, "NO!" I chuckled.
I sashayed on my heels toward the bedroom as the boys followed me. I sat on the edge and glanced at them. Allen's prick was still rock hard, while Mark's began rising again.
I joked, "Markie, your organ seems to want some more. Allen is excited as well. Any idea how I can help both of you?"
Mark smiled but stayed mum. Allen continued to gaze (Longingly?) at Mark's rising cock and was silent as well. A crazy idea crossed my mind... I guided Mark to lie on his back and shut his eyes. Then I parted his legs as wide as possible and lay on my tummy in between. Next, I signaled to Allen to lay on his tummy by me, and whispered to him, "Mark's organ is awesome, don't you think?" He nodded up and down.
"You wanted Mark to join us, so it's your time to take part too. Grab his penis and insert it into my mouth." He hesitated for a couple of seconds, then grasped the member with 2 fingers and moved it toward my mouth. I whispered, "You like touching it, don't you?"
He blushed, licked his dry lips, and didn't talk.
"Allen, we both know you wish to taste it. Kiss it!"
He gazed at me pleadingly. I didn't budge, "Open your mouth and let it in."
He sighed, and his lips slowly parted. I pushed the spongy head between Allen's lips. He wasn't sure what to do next, and I whispered, "Now suck it like a good boy."
Allen's lips began moving on the now fully erect cock, and seconds later, he started bobbing on it. I raised my upper body, and my extended fingers found Allen's strained cock. I whispered to him, "I see you like what you do. Good job. Continue, and you'll be rewarded soon."
Subsequently, I moved up, straddled Mark's face, and gingerly crouched on top of him. He sniffed my sex, and his tongue lapped my drenched labia. I had no idea what Mark was thinking at that moment, but his tongue did marvels on my vulva, and his cock became stiffer still. I moved slightly on top of his face, directing his tongue to penetrate my snatch. Then I grabbed his hands, and placed them on my tits. He didn't need further instructions: His long fingers fondled my sensitive breasts, and his tongue slid onto my swollen clitoris. I remember hearing myself scream, as I reached an unbelievable climax. I could not hold myself and landed hard on Mark's face. He lifted me slightly with one hand while the other continued pinching my hard nipple. I was in ecstasy, and soon found myself lying on the bed near Mark. His eyes were still closed, and his hand held a tight grip on Allen's head. Allen was now bobbing his buddy furiously. I was hypnotized by the erotic view. Then Mark's torso tightened, and he ejaculated into Allen's mouth. Allen tried to back off, but Mark was stronger, and Allen was forced to swallow part of the goo while the rest dribbled down on the sheet.
I rushed to the bathroom, cleaned myself somewhat and returned 10 minutes later. The 2 guys stayed in the same position as I left them and didn't talk or look at each other. It was apparent both were embarrassed by what happened. I had to break the ice and said, "Mark, go to the bathroom and take a shower. You need it after cumming twice."
He stood up, never looking at Allen, and disappeared in the bathroom.
I turned to Allen, "Honey, you were terrific, and you are the only one who didn't orgasm yet. Next, you are about to have the time of your life. I think Mark will take a lengthy shower to regain his strength. When he comes out, we'll have dinner, and later, I thought you two might DP me. Interested?"
His eyes brightened as he glanced at me to see if I was serious, "Honey, are you sure? His dick is massive..."
"I agree, that's why he will fuck my pussy, and you will enjoy me anally."
"Geez! Is this really Ruby, the wife who hesitated to let Mark join us in the first place?!..."
I laughed, "Allen, you opened a Pandora's Box. Once I was aroused, my shyness melted away. Then I noticed you guys were more embarrassed and scared than me, so I took charge. Mark seems to fit quite nicely into our love life, don't you think?"
Allen's face was flushed.
"Honey, don't be shy. Your dick was erect when you watched me giving him head, and remained hard when you sucked him. It doesn't mean you are gay, but it is definitely useful in a threesome. I loved everything so far. Did YOU suffer?"
He murmured, "I didn't suffer. Watching you 2 was very erotic. Even going down on Mark wasn't too much, assuming later he would be nice about it..."
I kissed Allen softly, tasting Mark's seed on his lips, and said, "Trust me; when he comes out, I'll make him focus on me until we are good and ready for the main event."
Half the dinner was prepared beforehand, so most of the work was already done. By the time Mark sat at the table, I was ready to serve pork chops, baked potatoes, asparagus, and pickled beets. However, I noticed the boys were too quiet. I went to the bedroom, removed the robe I put on before, and put on a tiny apron which barely covered my cunt. I held the large tray carrying the food, glided on my high heels toward Mark, bounced my tits, and asked him, "Sir, may I serve your meal?"
He giggled, "Lady, the way you look now, you can do to me whatever you wish. In the Marines, I was trained to fight until my last drop of blood, but one look at you, and I give up."
I grinned, "Good boy. If you like the meal and afterward thank me NICELY, I might give you a special prize, and I do not mean a medal." He laughed, and I saw his penis stir. Then I moved to Allen, "And you darling, are you hungry yet?"
Allan smiled, "I am famished, yes, but I am also hungry for the promised dessert..." I filled his plate, turned around to place everything on mine too, and knowing they ogled my behind, I jiggled my ass cheeks temptingly toward them. Both chortled, and the ice was broken. I had a sigh of relief.
During the dinner, Mark continued telling us funny anecdotes from his time in Iraq. Surprisingly, in an area torn with killing and blood, there were funny moments as well. Throughout dinner, I ate little and constantly moved to fill my men's plates with goodies: More chops, additional potatoes, and later, a choice of Brownie-ala-mode or fruit salad with macadamia nuts and a Moscato wine.
As expected, eyes were on me everywhere I went, and I did my best to keep their eyes entertained by bending often, jiggling my boobs, and 'unintentionally' spreading my legs apart. Deep down, I wondered where did I get the nerve to behave like that in front of Mark. I was always fond of him, but never before I imagined to be that overt in making him want me. Was it only the alcohol to blame? Did our sexual escapade free my mental censorship? Was I out of control? I couldn't decide, but one thing was clear: I felt good about myself and was happy to share my happiness with my 2 lovers.
When the dinner was over, I stood by the sink, and my men brought the used plates and utensils to me. Allen arrived first. He stood behind me, rubbed his rigid cock on my bare ass and whispered, "Honey, it's time for the REAL dessert." I smiled, "I know, and I impatiently wait for it too. Check it out." Next, I felt 2 fingers trail my soaked vulva. He licked his fingers and said, "Ma'am, you taste great." Mark copied Allen's move; I felt his strong body pressed against my soft butt, and his now raging organ poking my back. He leaned, kissed my neck and mumbled, "Lady, I love orals, but I hoped to fuck you too." I chortled, "Shame on you, talking like that to a married woman. You better say you are sorry or I ride you until you do." His hands grabbed my exposed tits, and he massaged them lightly, "I dare you to do it." I said, "Mark darling, you are too strong for me, so Allen will help me." He laughed, "Even better."
I finished placing the dishes in the dishwasher, dried my hands and felt that the only wet area was my... dripping cunt. I turned around.
Both boys ogled my body, reminding me of puppies hungry for attention. My wetness increased, and now I could feel drops moving down my right thigh. It was time for the next level.
"Hey, you," I pointed my finger at Mark, "Get on the bed!" He grinned and went to the bedroom. I told Allen to follow me and wait for my signal to join us as planned.
I walked to the bedroom and watched Mark's impressive naked body lying on his back with his right hand gently stroking his giant erection. I kicked his hand from his glorious prick and ordered, "Until you leave this house, this monster is mine to use the way I feel like. You wish to do something with it? Ask my permission. Are we clear?!"
"Yes, milady."
My hand trailed his long shaft, as I stared at the veiny beast that would pierce my pussy shortly, and moaned. It was god's gift to women: Long, thick, hard, perfect! I climbed the bed, placed my feet on both sides of his 6-pack, and slowly sat down on the Tower of Pisa. I felt it paving the way through my narrow tunnel, steadily widening it to accommodate its girth. The feeling of fullness in my vagina was bliss! I continued my descent until his hairy sack touched my butt cheeks. I wondered if the huge pole had reached my throat yet...
I waited a couple of seconds and watched Mark grimace. His eyes were focused on my boobs. Then his massive palms tweaked them lovingly. I started riding the enormous tool, feeling it drilling my inside deeper than a cock had ever been before. It was fulfilling and highly arousing. I knew if I didn't slow down, I'd climax too early. I lowered my pace and watched the disappointment on Mark's manly face. I whispered, "Honey, don't worry, it's only the beginning." Then I turned my face to Allen, who was staring at our action wide-eyed with his stiffy clutched in his fist, and said, "Allen dear, move your hand away, hop on the bed behind me, bring the oily stuff and get to work."
He smiled like the cat that ate the canary and mounted the bed behind my back. I leaned on Mark's pectorals and French kissed him. I saw his eyes follow Allen's body. Only then he realized what my plan was. My lips left his, and I mildly raised my upper body. It allowed Mark to continue working my tits while his cock had a better angle inside my pussy.
Subsequently, Allen smeared my anus with jelly. His fingers moved in a circular mode all around my crack and (Unintentionally?) spread some on Mark's sack as well. Each time Allen's hand touched the sack, Mark moaned, and his pole jerked in my hungry cunt. I loved it but was worried if I told Allen to continue his manipulations on Mark's sack, he might get scared and stop it. Eventually, he determined there was enough lubrication and gingerly inserted his forefinger into my ass. It was pleasant. He fingered my back hole, timing it so that when Mark's cock was pulling out, he pushed the finger in and vice versa. I thought the next step would be using a second finger, but I was wrong: Allen pulled out his finger and very gently penetrated with his dick.
We have done anal multiple times before, and I loved it. This time, the entrance was as nice and easy as before, but the deeper penetration into my rectum was a different story. It felt like 2 humongous columns grinding against each other in my lower abdomen. Initially, the significant pressure felt weird, but gradually it became more enjoyable. Within less than a minute the constant massive alternating drilling aroused me to the verge of cumming. I couldn't hold my position, and my chest landed on Mark's torso. His right fingers pinched my nipple, and his left rubbed my ass around Allen's ramming member. I imagined Mark playing with Allen's tool, but I wasn't certain he did it. The mere thought took me over the edge, and as my orgasm began, I trembled violently, feeling I was a ragdoll sandwich. I heard myself crying and screaming and had no idea what was happening.
My brain cleared somewhat when my assailants intensified the rhythm, but then, again, I sank into oblivion. It felt like I was in heaven, being pushed and shoved in all directions by angels who used me as their toy... I had no control over their game, but the pleasure I felt was immense and indescribable. I woke up when Allen's shrinking phallus was pulled out of my ass. My eyes refused to open. Mark tenderly pushed me sideways, and I was placed on my back, feeling both my holes were leaking badly.
I used the little strength I had left to rush to the nearest bathroom. I sat on the toilet and after emptying the large amount of spunk, moved to the shower. I was so weak, I had to lean on the wall. It took me time to recover, but then I felt better. I watched my face in the mirror. It was reddish. Was it due to the hot water? An early afterglow?
I came out wrapped in a large soft towel and saw the guys sitting naked on the bed and laughing. I asked what was going on. Allen chuckled, "Honey, Mark told me he'd like to marry you too. I said it was impossible because you were already mine, so he offered to buy you the same way wedding business was conducted in the Middle East: For 3 goats, 2 camels, and a cow. I said I could not use camels in the city, goats were too dirty, and your udders were prettier than those of any cow... But seriously, I think Mark is in love with you."
I grinned, "Boys, I enjoyed our Menages a Trois, and I love both of you. I am married to one, but as long as there is no fighting and we have fun together, the legal document is meaningless. Any objections?"
They stared at each other and then said in unison, "No, ma'am."
