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Still panting, body shining with sweat, legs slick with her own cum, mine glistening on her lips and dripping down her chin, still panting in the afterglow of her effort, Joan looked at me.

“If you still want me to, I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“Fuck two guys at once. Or even three. At this point, it probably doesn’t really matter how many. Well, not more than three. ‘Cause I’ll probably have to take each of you multiple times, anyway, so God knows how much I’ll actually be fucked. Plus a lot of cocksucking, I imagine. But it has to be tomorrow, because I have to get back into professional mode, and I can’t be a whore in the same context.”

“Joanie, you aren’t a whore.”

“Actually, Sammy, I think I am, this week, it’s pretty accurate. You’ve kept me, you’ve paid for me, and I’ve done what you wanted, without thinking if it was I wanted, too. I’m so divorced from who I normally am that I let your experience be my only touchstone. I’ve been getting off, it’s true, but it is really imbalanced and there is no way I could maintain this and still have my normal life. I will not be able to manage being a whore and being a doctor, and I choose the doctor. It’s too much to expect of me, to be able to turn off my intellect at the drop of a hat and become, what did you call me? ‘A quivering ball of orgasm.’ So this week, I am your whore. What I just did, fucking that thing while blowing you, milking your cum out? I would never have gotten there by myself. I wouldn’t even have imagined it! I loved it, in the moment, but I was doing it for you. And that was good, actually. One thing you were right about, I really did need to do something for you, that part feels good, even though the behavior is completely off the wall. So if you want me to really be a whore, and fuck your friends, this is your one chance. I’m actually excited to do it, and to let you see it. You have successfully gotten me to yield completely to this whole thing, and despite myself I’m enjoying it. Truthfully, I feel so abstracted from any reality that it doesn’t really matter what happens, so if you really want to watch me whoring, get on the phone and set it up. If you dare.”

“Do your care who?”

“Someone clean and safe. George, I guess, is the obvious candidate.”

“Someone else?”

“I don’t know. There’s no one I’ve thought about fucking because I’ve barely even thought about fucking you these past years, but I swear to God I’d fuck anyone who walked in that gate right now.”

“Well, I don’t think I’ll open the gate and leave you to all comers, but I thought it might matter to you, in terms of trust and so forth, but maybe not?”

“Its gotta be a friend, I guess, someone who will protect our interests in all this, and certainly no one from the hospital! I’ll think about who. In the meantime, I’m gonna go be nice to myself, see if i can restore my poor flesh to some kind of a normal state because tomorrow is going to be absolutely insane.”

And insane it was. It ended up being her, me, George, and my old friend Max who dropped everything and flew up from LA when I invited him. Joan was obviously going all the way. She never got dressed that night. I got takeout for dinner, and we went to sleep with my cock in her mouth. In the morning, she picked up right where she left off, giving me a nice blowjob (I reserved my semen for later), then enjoying the sun, getting herself gently off while I got us packed and checked out. Finally, in an act of total yielding, she walked to the car completely nude and remained that way for the entire drive home, lightly masturbating.

I pulled the car into the garage. The door closed. She came down off her high. We both paused and looked at each other, registering what was about to happen.

“Joan, we’re home. The guys should be here already. Are you sure about this?”

“I think it’s me who should be asking you that question, Sam. This is your invention that I’ve bought into. I’ve already given myself fully and completely to you, yet I’m about to give to Max and George in a way I never have given myself to you. You’re just one more cock. Is that really the thing you want to be now? Are you gonna be able take your wife loving these guys? You know me, it’s going to be loving, not solely fucking. Once I do this, it’s going to be there, always, both what I do and how we both feel about it. You can never take it back, and you don’t know where it will lead.”

“Joan, I’m so turned on now, and so excited, I do want to go through with it. I’m going to have to trust that our hearts are big enough to contain this and still contain our love and marriage.”

“That’s an interesting way to think about it. I hope I can have the generosity of spirit that allows me to hold this in love instead of resenting you. It’s going to be embarrassing enough to think back on what i did this week, but at least it was just us. Now, we’re about to go way off the charts. These guys are going to know me in a way only you have until now. I don’t know how I will be able to understand this tomorrow. I started out doing this for you, but I really want this, today, now. I’m going all in.”

She opened the car door and, still completely naked, went up the stairs and into the house. I emptied the car, cleaning out the trash, putting the used towels in the washer, and then took our bags upstairs. It had been maybe three minutes, but when I got to the living room, she had already begun, sitting naked on the couch between my still-clothed friends, one arm around each of their necks, kissing the one who had a hand on her breast, while the other had his arm around her waist and his hand between her spread legs.

I dropped our bags and my clothes, and naked said, “Hey, guys.”

George pulled away from Joan’s mouth, leaving her with Max’s finger up her cunt, stood up and came over to give me a hug.

“Hey. You’re still sure about this? I’ve known you guys for forty years, and what is about to happen here is as far away from the Joan I know as I can imagine. I love Joan and have always wanted to make love to her, and I am so very excited that it can happen, but now that it’s here I don’t want to lose you, either of you, in my life. I love you both a lot and if this ends up coming between us I’d be sick about it.”

Joan looked up from where she was undoing Max’s pants while he was busying himself with her tits.

“George, that is so thoughtful, but we can’t worry about that now. We’re assuming we’ll be able to handle it, but we really don’t know where it might lead. Maybe you’ll end up being able to fuck me often, I may want that after today, I don’t know. But I trust you and I hope that you will let us be lovers today. Know that I am really committed to this, for myself as well as for Sam, I’m really ready, so take off your clothes and get over here.”

He did just that, but I took his shoulder first and looked into his eyes and said, “We both love you. Thank you for being here. Whatever happens today, you have my blessing.”

Joan smiled at that and said, “Sam, you just get to sit and watch for a while. I’m sure you want to see every detail of my ravishment.”

And with that, she reached out and took George’s cock in her mouth, while her other hand was filled with Max’s. George stopped worrying about me, I think, as he sighed and moaned, caressing Joan’s head and face. It was obvious he was getting very turned on. He started gently fucking her face, and she pulled off of him, saying, “Please try to save it. I want this to go on for a while.” guiding him to sit next to her while leaning over to suck Max.

I was glued to my chair, looking across the room at the three naked bodies, Joan, her tits squashed against Max’s thigh, was mouthing his rod while on the other side of her George, who had pulled himself under control a bit, was gently caressing her body. She reached out with her other hand and took hold of his cock. I roused myself enough to take few pictures. George reached down with one hand and began tweaking her clit, and she opened her legs in response. Max, in the meantime, was beginning to buck his hips as her steady sucking rhythm moved him down the road. She pulled off, said, “Down, boy,” and leaned in the other direction to suck on George. This forced his hand off her cunt, and he wrapped it over her shoulder. Max, his cock massively hard, pulled her legs off the floor, stretched her out on the couch and, squeezing himself in behind her, entered her wet cunt with one swift, relentless motion. Joan responded by thrusting her hips back against him, and there it was, my fantasy, laid out before my eyes and my camera. My Joan was stretched out on the couch, her head in one man’s lap, his cock securely in her mouth, with her legs splayed open and getting fucked from the back by another. Despite having George’s cock in her mouth she looked right at me, a look of passion, care and defiance, and lifted her upper leg a bit so I would have a clear view of Max’s cock coursing in and out of her.

I felt excited, impassioned, very turned on, but somehow disconnected from what I was seeing. I knew that was my wife over there, I was supposed to be jealous or anxious about what I was seeing, but I felt neither way. Yet I had a welter of other feelings. I felt proud of her, proud of her sexual capacity, proud of her depth of loving, proud of the physical strength and power that enabled her to handle them. I was satisfied showing off to my friends that my wife could do this. I felt glad to be loving them by sharing her with them, particularly with George who has had terrible problems with love in his life. I felt awed by the power of her sexuality, that she could have carried this feeling through the week to this point. I took a couple more pictures, but then stood up to come over to them.

Joan was having none of it. Lifting her mouth off George’s cock she said, “Sam, you stay right there, when I decide it’s your turn I’ll come to you. You wanted this, but I’m going to run it. Max, sit up.” He pulled out and sat up, and she lifted into his lap and lowered herself onto his cock, riding him backwards. George stood up in front of her and she swallowed him up again. My view was obscured by his body, so I moved to the side a bit, although the eye that wasn’t obscured by the cock in her mouth clearly told me to keep my distance. Max had taken her tits in his hands and was worrying her nipples while she ground herself into his lap. George took her sucking, gently caressing her hair while slowly fucking her in the mouth. She looked up at him, the pulled off and took his cock in her hand.

“Are you close to cumming?”

“Yes, I’m trying to hold it, but I can’t for long. I love you! This is so hot! “

“If you cum, how long will it take you to get hard again?”

“I’m not sure, actually, but I’m sure I will, I don’t know an hour or so?

She looked back over her shoulder. “How about you?”

Max smiled through his panting. “I’m good to go for a while. I could make myself cum if you want it now, but I’m not that close.”

“No, take all the time you can. Sam, go get some Viagra for those guys, OK?”

Oh. My. God. She was really serious. I ran upstairs and down again in record time, with the Viagra and a handful of towels. When I got back, Joan had rolled onto the floor, kneeling in front of Max with his cock in her mouth while George really hammered her. I just sort of stopped, transfixed.

She looked back over her shoulder at George, gave him a beautiful smile, and said, “go ahead, George sweetie, you can cum now, fill me up, we have all day!”

She arched her back, forcing him deep, and groaning, he came, loading her pulsing cunt with his seed. His passion spent, he fell away onto the floor. I patted him on the shoulder and gave him a Viagra: he just took it without asking. Joan raised herself up from working on Max’s cock, looking him in the eye and said, “Will you come fuck me, too?” He took the hint, taking George’s place and driving into her in one motion. I moved to sit next to her on the couch, waving my stiff bone around suggestively, but she was having none of it.

“i told you to wait your turn, Sam. Take your pictures or something. I’m fucking your friends now.”

And boy, was she. When Max took a little break from his pistoning, she pushed him back and went to the floor, moving sweetly into George’s arms, cuddling up close, wrapping an arm around his neck, kissing his face, his lips, squeezing his spent cock with her left hand, throwing her leg over his to expose her cunt to Max again, so inviting; he followed her to the floor and reinserted himself. She made sure her hips were positioned right to take him all the way, all the while lovingly kissing George, embracing him, his hands gently caressing her. This all was too much for Max, who shot his load deeply inside and collapsed, cuddling up on the floor behind her. His hands reached around to cup her breast. She reached an arm back and pulled him in more closely.

She was sandwiched lovingly between these two men, my close friends, kissing one, kissing the other, being caressed and loved while each of their sperm dripped out of her. This was hard to see, her loving them. I was totally out of the picture and I found myself feeling bereft, alone. This is what she had meant. Was my love threatened? Could I take it? There was no place for me there, on that floor, but I had to believe in my place in our bed. Belief is all well and good, but when Max rolled off to go use the bathroom, I raced to take his place behind her and slipped my hard cock into her waiting hole. She looked back at me.

“Hi, sweetheart,” I said. “I love you. I have to take you now, I got so lonely sitting up there seeing you loving. You are beautiful.”

“That is the thing I was worried about, but if you can fix it with fucking, come and take me. I love you. And I lied before. You are more than just another cock.”

George, suddenly concerned, looked up at us both from where Joan was still cuddled firmly up against him. “Is this getting weird for you guys? Do you need us to go?”

She smiled at him. “Not on your life, buster. I told your friend here I wanted to go all the way, and I do. You just stay right here and get ready to fuck me again.”

“Thank you. Joan. Both of you guys. This is wonderful!”

He rolled onto his back and yielded to the floor, body limp as a wet rag. She rubbed his stomach, reached down and took his limp cock in hand, leaning over and giving it a few quick sucks. I was moving in and out slowly, very hard from what I had just witnessed. I needed to make love to her. I rolled her onto her back, climbing on and loving with an easy rhythm, holding her close, whispering sweet love, into her ear. She lifted up her legs and wrapped them around my back: George moved behind her, and took her legs in hand, holding her up, supporting her as she took me in over and over again, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes. I had eyes only for her, for her beautiful face, her warm brown eyes, and when I came my whole body shook. She gave me a smile, then rolled me off and reached for George.

“Are you hard yet?”

“Not fully, but I’m definitely on my way.”

“Well, come on then,” and she pulled him onto her and slid his cock into her wet, gaping opening.

They went on for a long time, easily half an hour, and it was nice to lay there on the floor, next to them, rubbing her face, daubing off the sweat, kissing a nipple every now and again, caring for her as she abandoned herself to her pleasure. When George finally came again and rolled away from her, Max was hard as a rock.

“Look, Joanie, my love,” I said. “Another one.”

“I see that. I still want that one, too. Come, Max.” She reached her arms out toward him.

“Wait just a minute, sweetheart,” I said. I leaned up against the couch. “Come here, with me.”

I brought her up toward me and cradled her head and shoulders in my lap, holding her lovingly as she spread her legs wide. My hard cock pointed straight up, caressing her face she reached up and softly held me, safe against her cheek. I stared down at her face, electric with her passion, lightly touching her cheek and hair, watching the slight tremor move across it as Max slipped inside her. Her breath took up the rhythm of his screwing. I took her arms, gently, and she reached back, wrapping around my waist, legs pulled up and open to the side, accepting her fifth cock of the day. And, not be outdone by George, he lasted a long time, too. It became a true marathon fuck, and Joan took all we had to give, hungrily, capably. I continued touching her face, her breasts, her belly, her nipples as Max fucked her relentlessly. As his pace increased, her breath came deeper, small little sounds coming out with each exhale, her body quivering as the pleasure on her face transformed into sheer lust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, reached up with her arms and pulled him into her body. Unable to resist a minute longer he shot off into her and rolled off, laying flat on the floor, panting. She had been flat on her back, getting fucked, non stop, for over an hour by three different guys, not to mention the half hour on her knees.

Joan looked up at me. She felt my cock against her cheek, even harder again after the amazing scene I had just shared, and said, “What do you think you are going to do with that?”

I smiled at her, ‘Well, I’m not quite sure. I was thinking to maybe put it into you someplace.”

“Oh really, where did you have in mind?”

“I imagine you would have to be a little sore after what just went on, here, but isn’t it kind of up to you? You did tell me you were running this little shindig”

“Oh, I guess I did, but I’m here for your pleasure, too. I’ll suck you for a while.” She rolled onto her side and took me into her mouth. It felt absolutely wonderful. She was curled up into almost a fetal position, resting her head on my thigh holding my cock in her mouth. I let my head roll back against the couch, and we both just started to drift off for a while.

Instead of falling asleep, I said, “Y’know, this is pretty nice, but let’s move the whole show to the bedroom. Max, George, could you grab some drinks out of the fridge?”

We got upstairs. I opened the blinds at the top, so the afternoon sun flooded the room but the neighbors were protected from the action.

“All this cum is starting to cake all over me. I’m going to shower, guys, but don’t worry, as long there’s a hard cock in the room,” she said, as she pointed to mine, “I’m not finished. Round three, round five whatever. I’m going until none of you can get it up again.”

The three of us sat, Max limply on the chair, George and I on the bed.

George put his hand on my knee. “Are you OK? You are lucky that she loves you. When you used to complain about her, I never knew why you couldn’t work it out, but I have an inkling now. She is so strong! I feel very lucky to be here.”

“Me, too,” Max said. “I really don’t know Joan very well, but the fact that she would trust me with this intimate part of her is humbling. And it really is showing me the love you have for each other, even while your wife is getting screwed six ways from Sunday, the two of you are connected. When you were holding her while she and I were fucking, you bond was so strong, but there was so much kindness and care there as well, its like a story book.”

“A triple X rated one,” George said. “My mom never read me books that came out like this!”

We all chuckled, and Max said, “No shit, she, the sex is incredible. If she makes love to you with the power she’s using here, yikes! You are a very lucky man. The way she took me, just before? I was really at my limit. I could not have fucked her with any more passion or power, and she jut swallowed it up, smiling through it all and bringing me in even deeper. Christ, incredible, awesome, unbelievable. And she’s 62? “

I was bursting with pride. “That’s who she is, guys. She could not do this with strangers, or just for the sake of fucking. She is authentic and has to be completely authentic. Whatever place this has opened up within her, she needs to explore it fully. And that means loving you, not just fucking you. I feel so happy that the things I did with her to past week opened the door so widely, but I am kind of nonplussed by what has come out.”

“What are you worried about?”

“I’m not sure–not really about losing her, I feel confidence in the marriage. Maybe that I’ll forever be inadequate when compared to today? Maybe that I can never ask her for anything again because she gave me this? Maybe that every time she sees one of you guys you’ll want to fuck her and she’ll have to deal with it? Or she does fuck you and I’ll have to deal with it? I don’t think I’d like it very much if you guys became regular sexual partners of hers. I suppose if I was there and she gave me all I wanted it would be OK, but it really is a risk. We talked about it, that we’d be unleashing something that we didn’t know where it would lead. That’s partly why it needed to be you, thoughtful men we trust and who have respect for us, who wouldn’t see Joan as a whore even if she was acting like one. When the three of you were cuddled up lovingly on the floor, hugging and kissing with sweetness and love? That was the hardest part. I didn’t feel jealous at all watching you both take her, and to see her give as good as she was getting, that has just excited me beyond understanding. Wow.”

There was a moment of silence as the guys digested what I had said. The bathroom door opened and my naked, freshly scrubbed wife came out. She crawled up on the bed, inserting herself between me and George, saying,

“I’d have to say wow, too. The capacity to be so loving in the moment to all of you, and to be loved? It’s so great that you guys are my friends, that we have a real relationship and that I can let my loving feelings come out in this way. It is a surprising and very pleasant thing. I was worried it would just be fucking, but it is more than that. Sam, our marriage has gotten so much richer over the past few years, and to be able to feel so unambiguously that I can do what we’re doing and have it be for both of us is a great gift. But speaking of fucking, what’s next? I’m ready and willing.”

She rolled towards me, giving me a big kiss and climbing on top, slipping my cock into her. “You seem to be the hardest. Wait, I have an idea. Did you guys know that Sam is voyeur? I mean this week we did a lot of sucking and fucking, but what really turned him on was making me drive around naked in the car, wear these skimpy outfits to dinner, and he really, really liked watching me masturbate. And he took about a thousand pictures of me and us in some pretty compromising positions. So that’s my idea, Sam, I bet you’d like me to do some posing now, huh?”

“Y’know, Joanie, I hadn’t even though about it, but yes. Yes.”

“OK, guys, are you willing? These are just for Sam, you only get memories. Are you on the Viagra? You need to get hard and stay hard. When we did this before it ended up being really erotic because he entered me about a thousand times but fulfillment got delayed because of the damn poses.”

The next hour involved a lot of laughter and a few moans and groans as we worked through all the poses we could imagine involving her with two and three cocks. Except anal. no one was interested in that. Yet. We put her on her back, with a guy at either end. On her knees that way. Straddling a guy, facing back, then front, with one in her mouth and the third in her hand. On the edge of the bed with a guy standing on the floor and the other cock in her mouth. On her knees, in a chair, and on the bed with two cocks in hand. Three cocks in her face. You get the picture.

By the end of that, everyone was pretty worked up. The last pose had her flat on her back with her head hanging off the side of the bed, Max’s cock in her mouth with George fucking her, and finally they all just lost it. Joan was reaching back for Max’s hips, pulling him deeper into her throat. Her legs were wrapped high around George’s back. Max took her knees and pulled them back to her ears, folding her in half while George really pounded away at her cunt. The guys were ramming her at both ends, and she was grabbing and pulling and squeezing for all she was worth. Suddenly, they both exploded, filling her with cum from both ends. Her entire body went stiff, as she came, then began shaking uncontrollably. The boys collapsed onto the bed as she lay there quivering, inert, cum dribbling from mouth and cunt. I put down the camera and lay next to her on the bed, close but not too close.

I put a cool bottle of water on her forehead and asked, “Joan, are you all right?”

She looked at me, comprehension slowly dawning in her eyes.

“Oh, Sam. Hi. What just happened?”

“You took the boys at both ends, and everyone came all at the same time.”

“I really got lost there. That was very intense. I guess that’s what being a fuck-toy is.”

She took a drink. I could see her mind start to work. “Hey Max, George, you guys ever had a fuck-toy? Did she act like I’m acting?”

Max sat up. “I once had a girl who gave me a weekend of sex fantasy, that was about as close as I’ve come.”

“Until today,” Joan said.

“No,” he said, “this is very different. My passion was really intense just then, but I don’t feel that I ever lost sight of you, whereas with the other girl, it was great but she was more submissive. What is making today so sexy is your engagement, your commitment, your smarts. So, no, I don’t think you’re acting like a fuck-toy.”

In the meantime, I’d been watching and directing this for an hour with my chemically enhanced hard-on waving on the breeze, and I was really ready for some attention. I put the camera on auto and set it on the tripod. My cock was aching for relief. I sidled up behind her slid it in. She was insanely wet, plus George’s cum was in there as well. I could hardly feel a thing. Without speaking, I took my well lubed cock and slid it up and down in the crack of her ass, eventually stopping right at the entrance. She stopped talking.

“Really? No, not that…No…Well, fuck. OK. Yes. Go ahead. Try to get it in there. Only you though.”

“Are you sure?”

“No, I’m not sure at all, so you better start.”

We had never done it before, but I guess you just try and stick it in there. Very gently. I lubed up in her cunt again, then carefully pressed the head against her sphincter and kept pressing.

“Oww, ouch, that hurts. Slow down.”

“Just try to relax. That’s what the urologist says when I get my prostate examined.”

“Oh, crap. Does it work?”

The guys laughed at that one. Suddenly, I popped in. We both stopped moving.

“Jesus, Joan, you’re so tight!”

“God, Sam, you feel huge. Do girls really do this? Have you guys done it?”

Both the guys said, “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

While the guys were looking at each other deciding who was going to start, I moved the tiniest bit. Then a bit more. She moaned, and it didn’t feel like she needed to hear a story any more. I went in another half inch. I could feel her body relaxing. I pulled out a bit, then went in again. Each time I went a little deeper. She let go and fell flat to the bed, gasping when the change of position tightened her ass around my cock. George came over with three pillows.

“Here, Joan, Jane always liked it this way to start out. Use these, it makes it easier, but you should get used to him soon.” Sliding my arm under her hips, I carefully lifted her up as George helped position the pillows. She relaxed onto the stack, ass left up and open to my insertion.

I cant even describe how delicious I felt. I started a slow fucking rhythm, just moving an inch or two with each stroke. The guys were just watching, working their cocks, which, unbelievably, seemed to be getting hard once again. Has to be the Viagra, I thought, absently computing the time–guess there’s another hour to go. In the meantime,

“Joan, I love you. I’m fucking your ass, Joan. You’re 62, its been forty years, and I’m fucking your ass for the first time.” She shoved herself back up against me.

“Yes, that’s just what you are doing. I never knew you were so big. Go ahead, Sam. Open me me up. Ohhh, ahhhh…” I picked up the rhythm. So, tight, so wet, so deep. I kept trying to get gobs of cum out of her cunt and apply it to my cock, but we ran out. After a time she dried out, and we took a break. She looked up at me, saying “Wow, who knew? Do you have something to use for lube? I’ll do more.”

I rummaged in the bathroom for some Vaseline, but we didn’t have any, so I went downstairs to get some Bag Balm from my bike stuff. When I got back the guys had joined her on the bed. Joan was flat on her back with four hands wandering all over her, hugging and kissing and squeezing and inserting, loving her as she worked a cock in each hand. Her body was glowing, her spirit too strong for such a small container.

“Sam, I don’t know that there is a place for you right now. I want my other guys, see how nice this is? You’re going to want me to work again, it was hard to get fucked in the ass. This is too sweet.”

“I do see that you are being worshipped, Joanie, but they are hard again, too, so you are going to have to work regardless. Please make me a place. You were hot for it, too. Plus, I’m the husband, why should I lose my place? If you need the boys so much, maybe you need take all three of us.”

That statement hung in the room. An uncertain feeling emanated from the bed. She stared at me like she didn’t know what I meant. I started spreading the lube on my cock. Max, though, had a clear idea about what I meant and what to do about it. He took Joan by the hips and pulled her over on top of him, spreading her legs open with his, pulling her knees up to his chest, and inserting his cock into her, exposing her somewhat stretched out asshole to me. With my cock fully greased, i climbed on top of them both, slowly sliding into her rear.

“Ahhhh,” she gasped, “oh my god, I am so full. Ahhhh, shit, fuck shit, ohhhh, fuck.”

I started moving a little, and Max picked up my rhythm, and we were alternating pumping her in and out, in and out, over and over. She was cursing and moaning continuously, that is until George lifted her head and kindly but willfully inserted his cock far into her mouth.

I could feel the shock in her body as the last piece of her privacy was lost. She looked tiny against the bodies of the men surrounding her, men out of their minds with desire, wielding three hard cocks against the ramparts of her femininity. Joan grabbed the bedspread, curling it up tightly in her fists. The muscles in her neck and back showed knotted, sinewy strength as held her head up to receive George’s thrusts. I could see her thigh muscles rippling as she gripped Max’s body tightly with her knees, keeping herself aligned to his pounding, while the weight of her body forced her back against the rapacious passion of her ass driving husband. A light sheen of sweat formed on her body, as mine dripped from my forehead onto her back. She held on for maybe a minute then pulled her head off George’s cock.

“George I can’t do it, I can’t do all three, oh god oh god oh god oh god. It’s too much. Oh shit, ahhh, I’ll suck you later, ahhhh!”

She started cumming and cumming and just didn’t stop. We all went rigid, then she collapsed onto Max, popping my cock out of her ass.

“Oh shit. That was too intense, I can’t I can’t do it. I tried, I really tried, ahhh, shit I…I…I’m so turned on ohhh, Ahh, fuck me, Max. Fuck me, shoot you cum into me, shoot it, do it, do it, do it…”

He was frantic, pushing her high into the air, grunting as he poured whatever was left of his semen into her. When he melted into the bed she immediately lifted up and off of him, and rolling onto her side took George’s cock back into her mouth. Looking him right in the eye, she said, “Here I am, George honey, here’s my mouth, just what you asked for, fuck my mouth, c’mon lover, cum in my mouth, I’ll swallow it all, shoot it out.” she sucked him in, jacking him off fiercely, banging her head up and down on his cock until he shot a geyser into her mouth.

He fell to the bed and she turned to me, letting his cum drip down her face.

“Look at me, Sam. I have Max’s cum dripping out of me and George’s cum on my tongue and all over my face. Come put yours in my ass, c’mon!”

She hugged me hard, pushed her face into mine, spreading his semen on my stubble and kissing me to let me taste his cum. Swallowing the rest, she lay down on the bed, pulling me down with her, wrapping her arms around her knees, pulling her legs way up, leaving no doubt about the target and saying, “Sam, fuck my ass, cum in my ass.”

I popped in a lot easier than before and a couple gentle strokes soon yielded to rabid pounding as I took my bride of forty years right up her asshole. We both were making noises no one had ever heard before. It didn’t take me very long either and my whole cock exploded from the indescribable pressure of her narrowest passage. I fell onto her, then reached around and rolled her over with me, keeping myself in her ass, slowly shrinking out.

We were all piled on the bed in a haphazard collection of limbs, heads and bodies. For a while, all that could be heard was the sound of panting. One by one, the men stumbled to the bathroom and stumbled back to the bed. We lay together for another minute. Joan raised her head and looked at Max & George, then at me. We were shellacked.

“You guys look cooked. Anyone ready to go again? No? Then I think we’re done.” She wiggled out from under the pile and groped in the drawer beside the bed. She pulled out a longsleeved, flannel nightgown and slipped it over her head.

Max said, “I need to think about going to the airport. Joan, you are an amazing woman, and this was an unreal day.”

Giving him a relatively chaste kiss, she said, “Thank you for coming up for this. You were kind and considerate of me but also gave Sam what he was looking for. And I hope there was something for you there, too. Please, though, both of you, again, you must protect my privacy. This was a very special and important day to me and God knows that Sam will never ever think of anything else for the rest of his life, but it must remain between us. We chose you guys because I felt sure that was something you both would be able to do.”

He looked at her very seriously and said, “Absolutely. This day does not belong to me, but to you and to Sam. I have no right to this experience at all, and feel honored to have been included.”

He got up–I came to him and gave him a big hug and kissed him right on the lips. He turned back to Joan again, put a hand on her cheek, unwilling to let go; she smiled, kissed his cock, took it in her mouth for a couple sucks, kissed the tip again, and shooed him downstairs to shower in the basement. He eventually let himself out. It was a long time before we saw him again, nor has he returned to Joan’s bed.

George sat up on the edge of the bed, not quite sure what to do with himself. She got up on her knees and hugged him from the back, saying, “I love you, George. Thank you for sharing yourself with us. We’re probably going to have to talk about it a lot, I think.”

He turned around and held her in his arms. “Joan, for forty years I have wanted you, ever since we didn’t make love in Coronado when I was a kid. I really felt loved today, even though this is such a weird circumstance. You loving me today opened up my heart, I can’t ever remember feeling so at ease with a lover. Thank you both for showing this to me. The idea of another limited relationship, I don’t know how I can do that. I am not married to you guys, I can’t call on you the way you have each other, but it’s now something I know, something to aspire to.”

She sat back, regarding him. “I hope it doesn’t sour you on other women. I’m not yours, I’m Sam’s, and I will always love you as a friend, but not as a partner. Sitting here today, I think that we maybe even could make love again, occasionally, in the right circumstances, but we’ll have to see what life is actually like.”

“That would be so nice, really nice. Especially if it could be a bit less intense.”

He looked at me without guilt and with compassion. “I guess we’ll address that if it comes up again.”

I just nodded my head. “It will be hard for me, even if I’m there, but I’ll have to respect what happens with you guys. I made this happen, the consequences are mine, too.”

Joan threw her arm companionably around my shoulder. “No, Sam, they’re both of ours. I was a very willing participant here today. Whatever it is, darling, we’ll do it together.”

We gave George a hug together. When he stood up Joan gave him a benedictory kiss and a bit more of an enthusiastic blowjob than she had given Max, but his flaccid cock was finally unraisable, and she sent him off to clean up and go home. Finally, it was the two of us again. I looked at her quizzically.

She fell back flat on her back. “Oh wow. I am really going to be sore tomorrow. I feel like I’ve climbed Mount Everest! Every part of me hurts. And I’m starved! But God, that was something unbelievable. To be desired like that and just abandon myself to it? It’s really clear I can’t live like this, but this one time, everything on the table? Wow.”

She came over and held me. “Thank you, Sammy, for giving this to me. I always have looked at your kinkier desires for me as invasive, as a demand, but today feels like the most generous thing you’ve ever done for me.”

“Joanie, the generosity was all yours. I am the happiest man on earth. Did you have a favorite part?”

She thought for a moment. “At the beginning, downstairs, when I had each of them fuck me from the back, I was sort of angry, I wanted to show you up, but then seeing George on the floor and knowing him as I do, feeling loving, wanting to really give to him, and then when you came down and told me how you felt lonely? Those two feelings just opened me up, and my body became a tool to use to seek a greater feeling of loving. When the three of you took me right in a row, and you holding me in your lap like that when Max was at me, I had this infinite feeling of compassion, I felt that I could take you forever, that it wasn’t a climax I was seeking but a total state of being. So being transported to a totally open place of centered love, that’s my favorite part. And that almost got lost at the end, with all three of you in me? The athleticism required crowded it out, that’s why I had to stop. That’s the only time I started feeling like a whore.”

“I’m glad you stopped it and came back to the love place.”

“Yes, I did, didn’t I? That’s what I really needed in all of this. Did you like sodomizing me?”

“It was a really amazing feeling, Joan, its the most intimate thing we’ve ever done. And it was cool that it was sort of a surprise. Despite my fantasy life, I’ve never even though about doing that with you, so it was like two virgins having their first time. How about you?”

She blushed. “I did, but I don’t think its going to be regular addition to our sex life. It took all week to get me open enough to even consider it. I just don’t think of that in daily life, but maybe I’ll try it again on occasion. Having to be so open and loving in order to get to the feeling of wanting to do it is a strong incentive. You are the only man to have my ass, that can be your virgin territory.”

“That sounds like you plan to sleep with more men. Did you mean that about fucking George more often?”I couldn’t hide the anxiety in my voice.

She stopped and took my hand. “This is the dangerous thing of today, isn’t it? I don’t plan to sleep with any more men, don’t think I’m a round-heeled woman. I can’t imagine a reprise of today, you should be safe on that score, although I suppose you could manipulate me into it again the way you did this week. But George, I have to tell you think I do mean it, maybe even as far as spending the night with him without you. But only him, I can’t imagine sleeping with Max again, or with anyone else, really, but with George, our love got translated to a different plane. I love him, and now that our love includes sex it may have to include sex again in the future. I liked that he was different than you, and there was so much kindness, but you know that he’s no threat to your primary place with me. I couldn’t live with him.”

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