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MFM 4 Mary Ellen

It was one-thirty in the morning when we finally accelerated and made it onto the freeway. There had been curt conversation in the car up until that time. After a brief pause and hoping again to get the conversation started, I uttered a long, “Well?” “Well what?”she snapped in reply but in a tone that implied there wasn't anything in the world upsetting her when there really was. I sensed that I should tip-toe ahead with my next few words.

Softly I asked, “Did you enjoy yourself?” Turning toward me and unmasking some frustration, “You know, tonight I took one for the team.”

“Really?” I remarked in surprise. “You seemed to be having a good time when I looked over at you. It sounded to me like you were having fun. I could hear you grunting and grunting as he drove himself into you.”

“I was just making those noises so that he would hurry and finish. Every woman knows how to do that!” I let these words sink in. “I could tell that YOU were having a good time with HER though.” Now I knew why she had put her dress back on immediately after she and a husband acquaintance finished.

I had to secretly admit that I did. “His wife kissed sensuously. She gave really good head and we fucked in at least four different positions. She told me that she wanted me to finish inside her. Yep, I had a good time!”

“Well I didn't! That's why I’m telling you that I took one for the team. I could tell that you were enjoying yourself and I didn't want to take that away from you.” This definitely gave her the high ground.

“I'm so sorry!” I said. “I was under the impression that you were having a good time.”

We drove with little traffic and only the noise of the hum of the engine and the tires spinning along on the pavement for minutes. I apologized again profusely because she didn’t have as much fun as me. I really wished that she had.

This weighed on my mind for a couple of days and I said to her one morning, “Why don't we do MFM next time?”

“That would be great if we could find the right guy! What are the chances of that?” The pictures on our profile show that my wife can still turn heads with her mid-fifty year old body. Zumba class, a gym membership, and dancing at the local swinger bar keeps her in tip-top shape. We receive all sorts of requests from young, hung, single guys. They all want to get to to know her but they often are younger than our grown up children.

And so, it just happened that we received a very nice e-mail from a single guy a few days later. He wrote very articulately, told us that he would provide proof of very recent STI testing, had pictures on his profile from many overseas locations, and wrote that he was a very good kisser. This seemed to check so many of the boxes that I knew would interest my wife.

When she got home from work that evening, I showed her the e-mail and his profile. She hesitantly said, “I don’t know.” Grabbing the iPad from me, she reread his e-mail and his profile again carefully. She was ambivalent about his looks but told me to go ahead and write him back. And so I did. When I was done, I handed her the iPad so she could approve of the message. She said, “That's fine.” handed it back and I hit the send button.

The next day, I received an e-mail reply. He was very eager and opened up his private pictures for us to see. Again it was well written and articulate. We are not language and grammar geeks but we look for spelling, vocabulary, sentence structure, and punctuation as indicators to gauge what our level of interest in the prospective play person is going to be. We also looked at his now open private pics. Yes, even though he was half a decade younger than her, his body was not his strong suit. There were a couple of dick pics too that showed it next to a five dollar bill. Although we thought that was a little bit odd, he was above average in length and girth. Again, she said, “I don't know.” “Sweetie pie, you know that you won't be taking one for the team this time. I'll be taking one for the team. And best of all, you'll be double teamed.” She considered it thoughtfully. ”Let's face it, if you don't like his kissing, I'll be there and you enjoy kissing me, right?”

“Yes I do enjoy kissing you.” she's answered.

“And if you don't like the way he licks your pussy, you enjoy the way that I lick your pussy, right?”

“Yes.”

“And if you don't like the way that he fucks you, you enjoy the way that I fuck you?” Her head nodded. “So it's a win for you even if he disappoints you. And if he doesn't disappoint you in any of those things, it's a Win-Win for you all the way around. You’ll be a very lucky girl!”

We made arrangements to meet for dinner and get to know each other on a Saturday night. The conversation went fine but when it came to paying the bill, apparently Aric had left his wallet in his other pants. I didn't mind picking up the check and we went out the door and onto the sidewalk near where we were parked. Mary Ellen said to him, “If you are willing to host, we will see you next Saturday night.” He affirmed that he would do that gladly and repay us for the dinner. We were about to part and I shook his hand and he gave Mary Ellen a big hug. She gave him a peck on the lips.

“For crying out loud, give him a real kiss!” And so there stood my beautiful wife and this guy she had just met a couple of hours earlier, making out on the sidewalk of downtown Rio Placido like high-schoolers.

In the car I asked if he was an okay kisser; “Did he seem like he would satisfy you in that category?” She grinned a sly smile.

Saturday came and we arrived at his house at about four in the afternoon, anticipating a full-on, marathon play session. I suggested that we play, have dinner, and then have another play session after dinner. Who wants to have a “have-at-it” fuck session on a full stomach? Mary Ellen looked at me for emphasis but said to both of us, “I don't want you to orchestrate this. I want to be in charge!” Our heads bobbed and indicated agreement. After several glasses of wine, appetizers, and conversation, she changed into a sexy black satin corset and matching panties. I excused myself to the bathroom. After draining my bladder, I opened the door to find her and our new friend in a down-and-dirty make out session. They started without me? I wasn't sure about the feelings I was having. We then moved into the bedroom.

I scattered out the contents of our swinger bag as best as I could: condoms, lube, toys, etc.. I instructed our single male to turn up the heat or we would have to play under the covers. The thermostat clicked on and my wife took turns making out, first with him, then with me, and back and forth over and over. It appeared to me that she was concentrating on our new friend. Luckily we had talked about that earlier and I had put her at ease, saying she need not worry about making sure that I got equal time. I moved down to a titty and sucked and caressed it. Above, I heard the sounds of lips smacking and tongues twisting together amidst moans of pleasure. A short while later, she told me to come back up and kiss her some more. Her smile and kiss revealed that she was secretly enjoying the knowledge that I was now kissing the same lips and tongue that had just been kissing another man. She was glowingly turned on with that knowledge; that I was going to be second in line in everything tonight. He moved down to her left titty and begin to suck and kiss it. I looked her in the eye. “I know you don't want me to do any orchestrations but I want to get a picture on my phone.” I grabbed the phone and handed it to her. “Take some of both of us sucking your titties. Don’t forget, I want your face in it too.”

She couldn’t help smiling her satisfied smile. She again reached for him to kiss her. I descended to her pussy. “Oh my God, this is the wettest I’ve felt you in years!” My tongue found her juices before I reached the entrance to her pussy. I lapped them up and my tongue relished the sweetness. His hand darted past my mouth as he removed his middle finger from her honey-pot. She instructed him to come up further so she could suck his dick. I stopped and looked up. Her mouth opened, out emerged her tongue until it touched and tasted his bulbous end. Her lips engulfed his purplish head and then stopped. She opened her mouth and slowly pulled his dick out while holding it in her hand. She looked down at me and made eye contact. She locked her eyes with mine and never broke it. An observable wave of pleasure passed through her as she opened her mouth again and pushed him in deep; all the while staring at me. Then she closed her eyes and I detected a moan. I grabbed the phone and while nervously shaking, took some more pictures. She repeatedly pulled his shaft out, looked at me, and then took him in deeper into her mouth while her index finger firmly encircled the base of his darkening, stiff cock. Then, like a lollipop, she pulled him out to a loud pop. Oh my! My dick ached and it was pressed uncomfortably against the bottom sheet. I inserted my finger in, hooked her g-spot while I licked and massaged her clit. In a very short time she shuddered, sighed, and gushed a little on my hand.

“Honey, he’s going to fuck me now. Get Aric a condom!” I reached over, fumbling through our swinger supplies and offered him two to choose from. He picked one and opened it. Mary Ellen helped him unroll it onto his engorged, pulsing erection. He mounted her in the missionary position and settled in. She wrapped her legs around him so he could penetrate her deeply. Slowly but then gaining momentum, he steadily thrust his hips forward and back for several minutes. I, meanwhile, attempted to move around so that she could suck my dick at the same time. It was a bad angle that put pressure on her neck and she was uncomfortable. I decided that even though she didn’t want me to, to take over the orchestrations so that she could have two dicks in her at the same time. Double your pleasure, right? I requested that she sit on his dick in Cowgirl. I moved around with my feet apart, straddling his head, so that she could blow me. We were just finding comfort in this position when he said that what he really wanted to do now was to go down on her.

Like an old fashioned diver, down he dove between her legs and stuck his tongue deep at the bottom of her cunt. Mary Ellen’s head flew back, her mouth gaped, and she moaned a guttural noise. Her head swirled in a clockwise motion and seemed to be mimicking the motion of his swirling tongue deep in her hole. She moaned loudly, “Fuck!” Again her head flew back and she growled with pleasure. I couldn’t let this pass by without documentation and so I reached for my iPhone and shot off more pictures. Reading her body language told me that she wanted him at this moment and she didn't want to focus at all on pleasing me. So I backed away from the bed and let them get to it. Her legs were out rigidly straight, then bent and in the air a moment later. She wrapped her ankles behind his head. Then they shook like swaying tree branches the next. His mouth stayed securely fastened as she writhed until she froze tense and motionless for what seemed like a long time. “Ahhhhh!” she finally screamed. What I witnessed was like watching two desperate animals. She was possessed. She was wanton. She was beautiful!

Breathing heavily, she told him that her favorite position was The Dog. And so he stood and she positioned herself for him to take her from behind. She was on all fours and looking back at him over her right shoulder. With her long, soft, auburn hair hanging down and looking oh so sexy, she coyley said, ”I like doggy with my legs together.” She adjusted herself further and pointed her ass up in front of him so that he could enter her deeply, grab her hips, steer her with his hands, and drive her like a racecar to the finish line. He thrust his cock into her with one shove. Momentarily her breath was taken away. She eagerly and submissively acquiesced to his urgent dominance. Her body communicated that she was thrilled for this upcoming joyride.

One take-away that I really wanted from this passionate “tete-a tete” was my dick in her mouth while she was being fucked. I politely asked for and she granted me permission to come back and put my dick in her mouth. My already throbbing hard-on jettisoned some pre-cum. With the phone in my hand, I snapped off a sequence of close-ups of everything without disturbing the hot and heavy action. He did have stamina as they rocked on. And yet, he didn’t come.

She must have sensed her energy draining and yet she wanted to fulfill her desire for me to be second in line. Was it going to be like earlier: a back and forth thing? I didn’t know. She now told me to come and fuck her. Turning herself to the opposite side of the bed, she offered up her gaping pussy for me to fully observe and I unrolled a condom and slid it on. Her muscles were loose and relaxed. It was a slick entrance into familiar territory. Immediately I realized that only a moment before, he had been where I was now. She told him to clean himself off a little because she wanted his dick back in her mouth. He stepped to the bathroom and rinsed his dick. By the time he returned, it was semi-limp. He was having a little difficulty getting into blowjob position too where she could suck in his dick comfortably. She attempted with limited success to adjust herself and effortlessly swallow his now flaccid, hanging member.

Suddenly he remembered the dinner cooking. He excused himself and ran out to care for the barbecuing chicken while I pumped in and out of her and whispered about what an amazing hotwife she was. “Are you happy being a hotwife my dear?”

“Are you happy that I am?”

He returned slightly flustered, just in time to hear and see both of us moaning and near the peak of orgasm. Was he going to reflect back on these events later, that were happening in his bed now, and still be able to sleep tonight? I knew that I was close to cumming but held out until he was back in the bedroom. All this stimulation had broken me down and I was about to burst. I told him to come over next to me so that I could withdraw and have him take over, like a wrestling tag team. He tried unsuccessfully jacking himself to an erection so he could put on another condom. He wasn't getting anywhere. The moment had passed for him. I felt that I was oh-so-close. With him standing, almost shoulder to shoulder next to me, I pulled out and removed my rubber in one syncopated motion. Using my hand, I spurted several times on Mary Ellen’s lower back above her butt-crack and forming a pearly, juicey pool. Having a dude standing next to me; observing me shoot my load, was a first for me. I re-entered her, ungloved this time, and slowly pumped her; savoring the barrier free sensations. I had hopes that he could quickly get hard again and extend the promised all-out fucking of my sexy wife. At this point though, Mary Ellen signaled that she was ready to get to half time and regroup.

We sat unclothed around the dining room table gobbling snacks and then dinner. Sadly, she put on her silk robe and announced that because of a sudden onset headache, she was through for the night. No DP I thought to myself. I started to protest but realized that she was calling the shots. Recalling the shots? I retrieved my iPhone and we viewed the sequence of our brief but hot, fun, fuck session as we continued to eat. She apologized but said that she had acquired a headache from the over stimulation.

When the conversation ran out, we said our goodbyes, got in our car, and drove toward home.”Does it feel like you took one for the team this evening Ms. Mary Ellen?”

“Not tonight! I really enjoyed myself up until when the headache began.” she replied, while popping an iBuprofen into her mouth.

“He didn’t cum!”

“I know and I feel bad about that. Shall we make it up to him sometime soon?” she said as she raised an eyebrow.

“That means that you want more?” Thinking that I’d tease and maybe even embarrass her a little, I playfully said, “Come on now, point to where you would want him to cum on you next time!” Unfazed and without looking at me, she continued to gaze out the windshield and then tapped her index finger once, moved it along to another spot, tapped again, and lastly moved it once more to a third place.

The next day I cropped some of the pictures. We looked at them together again; smiled and chuckled. Occasionally, while she’s at work, I send one to her by text message. Although I didn't get to fuck someone new, it sure was a pleasure to see my slutty, hotwife on a thrilling new sexual adventure.

Her directing a man on how to fuck her: hey guys, that’s hot!

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