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My First Mfm

My first MFM

Hi, I’m JC.
From my earliest remembrance everyone has called me JC, except my grandmother who insisted on Judith Clarice but then you are not my grandmother, rest her soul, so I’ll just go by my nick JC while here.
This is my first time writing about personal experiences so if I seem a little nervous it’s because I am.
I’m 31 years old, 5’3” and 112 pounds. My husband tells me it is important when writing these letters to give my measurements so here goes, I’m 34-24-35 and I wear a C cup bra. My hair is naturally dark brown and my eyes are green. We have one son who is 9 years old, and have been married since the week after I graduated from high school, 13 years ago.
We live in Nashville Tenn but also on a condo on the beach in Florida where we spend as much time as work allows.
I work as a clerk specialist for a rather large company that has been a part of Nashville since before world war two. My father worked here over 30 years before he died. I don’t make a lot of money but it is my salary that pays for our condo.
My husband works for the government. He has since he got out of the Marines shortly before we married.
He is 36 years old, 5’10” and weights 188 pounds. He has sandy blond hair and everyone calls him Sandy. He has always been into athletics and is a body builder with a wonderful broad chest and muscular arms that just gets my motor running simply by looking at him. Because of his devotion to keep in shape, I also go to the gym three days a week to keep in trim and tight, and one afternoon at an aerobics class offered by the company to keep their employees healthy.
I can tell you this because I have already told Sandy, I was a virgin when we first meet and he was my first lover, the summer before my senior year, however while he was still in the marines and away, I had a couple of flings with other guys that I went to school with, but since we married I have been totally faithful. Sandy has never tried to hide the fact he had several lovers before we married, but as far as I know he has been true blue since.
Which brings us up to now.
Our home in Nashville is split level with a basement which Sandy has covered the walls in beautiful pine boards and it now is more of a den than just a basement. Last year we bought a huge flat screen TV that covers almost one whole wall.
We have often enjoyed watching XXX videos down there, after our son is asleep or visiting with my mother who lives only a few miles away, and after the death of my father she seems to cling to him and wants to have him stay with her as often as he can. Which gives us some appreciated time together although I fear what will happen to her when he gets too old for Granny’s company.
But back to the issue at hand, these hot videos are a great form of foreplay, but for the last year it seemed every time he would bring a new one home it was about two guys on one girl or several couples having sex in the same room. All of this was exciting and after watching for a few minutes I was more than ready for a good screw usually long before him, it seemed.
Anyway one night a few months ago, after we had watched such a flick and were resting up from a hot and passionate time of our own in our den, he lowers the boom on me. “Would you like to have two men at once?”
I thought he was just working up for another round so I went along and said “Sure as long as you are one of them.”
“Oh that’s great, because I have for a long time wanted to get into that lifestyle.”
Suddenly I realized he was serious. ‘Shit.’ I had never even seriously considered having sex with another man since we have been married. I mean at work and while I’m alone on the beach there are always guys hitting on me and I think, ‘I wonder if he’s good, or I wonder how big he gets when hard?’, you know things like that but never seriously. Now as I lay beside Sandy I know he is serious. “What do you want to do?” I asked.
“I want to start having sex with others, but I love you and don’t want to go behind your back. I thought on this for a long time and finally decided I would be honest with you and tell you straight out how I feel. It’s not that you are failing in your performance or anything like that, it’s just I’m sliding towards forty and will soon be over the hill and I’d like to experience a few more women before I’m so old they won’t desire me anymore.”
I didn’t know what to say, I wanted to tell him he was crazy that with his looks and body women will desire him for thirty more years, but for some reason I couldn’t say anything.
He went on about his thinking on the subject and said he had decided the best way for us to start is with a threesome with another man. That way I would be the center of activity, and there would be no jealousy.
I wanted to say, I don’t want another man, you are all I want, but I also knew his mind was made up and besides the idea of another hard cock did sound attractive, a little.
“Who do you have in mind for the other man?”
“Well, the only other couple who we hang out with that even starts to fall into this category is Flapjack and Sue.”
They are a couple who live in the same condo as us. His real name is John but they own a Breakfast and Lunch café and he does all the cooking and she runs the business, so everyone calls him Flapjack.
I know he has the hots for me; he has made no bones about it. He seems mesmerized by my boobs even though they are not that big. Sue on the other hand has nipples but no boobs, so maybe that is why he loves to stare at mine so. She is not unattractive; she is tall, taller even than Flapjack, with a nice flat stomach and long legs. She has long black hair and wears it down when she is not at work, however I know Sandy is a boob man, he even has hinted I should get a boob job to make mine bigger, and if he came right out and said he wanted me to I would for him, and maybe I will when they start to sag but for now they are still firm and my nipples point up, so I have not gone further with that thought. All of this brings me back to Sue. I can’t see Sandy being turned on by Sue as flat chested as she is and Flapjack is not what I would consider a great catch either. He is only about 5’6 or 7” and is a little pudgy, not fat just a little over weight.
I enjoy their company and we have spent many a summer afternoon together around the pool and or an evening together for dinner or the theater. Sue was in a Summer Play House back before they were married and she still has dreams of being discovered and becoming a great actress, so we often take in ‘The Little Theater”, when we’re with them.
Thinking back on it perhaps this is why Sandy thought of them as our first couple. Two years back they attended a costume Halloween party. They showed us the pictures later and I was a little shocked by them. Everyone’s attire was a little risqué to say the least. Her costume was that of a witch with the tall pointed hat and a solid black outfit, only it was sheer and she was totally nude under it, even in the photographs you could see every thing she has including a very hairy bush. Flapjack went as a Leprechaun and in one of the pictures the tip of his dick was obviously sliding from the bottom of his puffy little pants. He had on sheer green stockings, which I suspected were a pair of her pantyhose, that exposed his circumcised head clearly. In all but one of the photographs they were with others. I mean she was with one or two other men and he was always with at least two other women. The idea of her going as a witch I’m sure came from the fact she had once acted that part in a play. I know she loved the part because she told me about it at least twice and maybe three times.
When I looked at the Halloween photos I had suspected the reason they were always with others was just poised for the camera, but I wasn’t so sure anymore, especially after Sandy said what he did about them being the only couple he could think of that we knew that would be interested in mutual sex. Could it have been a Swinger’s Halloween Party? Perhaps I’ll ask her some day.
Now back to Sandy and me in the den that night, I asked how he planned to approach them.
“I’m not sure yet, but we are going down there for Thanksgiving weekend, maybe I can feel him out.” He said.
Somehow I had the suspicion he had already done this and knew he or perhaps they were willing.
When the holiday arrived and we were driving down I was full of mixed emotions, do I really want to do this? What if Sandy finds someone he likes better than me? I’m such a novice, I’ve only had three men in my whole life and two of them were blundering high school boys. What will I feel screwing another man with my husband watching?
All such things were running through my mind and I was a nervous wreck and when we arrived to make matters worse instead of going straight to the condo Sandy pulled into the parking lot of The Shell Cracker, Flapjack and Sue’ café.
“It’s after two, I think they are closed.” I said.
“Maybe, let’s see.” He said back getting out before I had a chance to say more.
Just as Sandy was walking to the door I saw Sue headed towards the same door from inside. He opened the door and they started talking and he then motioned me in. As soon as I got inside she turned the Open sign around where it showed Closed to the outside and said to me “You just made it.”
I wasn’t sure she was glad or not. I know they had been there since long before sun up and had to be tied, she has before told me how she hated those people who came in right at quitting time. Flapjack on the other hand seemed pleased to see us and when he brought out our sandwiches he sat down at the table with us and chatted as we ate. “Hey have you guys seen 3:10 to Yuma?” he asked.
I had no idea what he was talking about but Sandy said he remember seeing it as a kid, then Flapjack explained they had remade the movie and he and Sue were planning on going that night, so Sandy agreed we would go with them. I didn’t mind, I like westerns, usually the hero is a He-Man and I like men to be men.
She was closing up the register and seeing to it the help had everything clean up before they left and then she came over and said, “Come on Romeo you’ve stared long enough at JC’s tits, get back there and clean that grill or we won’t be going anywhere tonight.”
I was a little shocked she would say such a thing in front of us and must have turned a little red because he said, “Now look, you have embarrassed her.” To which she said back, “You are the one who should be embarrassed, the way you can’t keep your eyes off them when she around.”
That ended the conversation and he just raised his shoulders as if to say, “She’s right.” And then left for the kitchen and we left soon after for our condo.
As soon as we were inside Sandy was all over me and soon had be nailed to the wall. That is he fucked me standing with my back to the wall and my legs scissored around his hips and my arms around his neck. It was great.
That night when I came out of the bathroom after my shower I saw Sandy had laid out the clothes he wanted me to wear. I have this white sweater, that actually is one size too small and fits me tightly. The front has a wide plunging V which is covered by a sheer white cloth. I always have to wear a fancy bra with it because it exposes a lot. I saw no bra there on the bed and asked, he said right up front I was not to wear a bra. My boobs are still very firm, I suppose because I didn’t breast feed our son when he was young, but for what ever reason they are quite perky and I really don’t need a bra. Sandy also had laid out this short skirt that fits tight around my waist and hips but flairs as it travels down my legs to about an inch above my knees. It is pink with tiny black poke-a-dots sprinkled all over. Beside this on the bed as a black garter belt and a pair of black hose, but no panties.
Usually I do my face in the bathroom but tonight I decided to tease him a little so I slipped on the garter belt and hose and then without anything else I stood there in our big bedroom and applied my Mary Kay looking in the large mirror that is strategically located on the wall directly across from the end of our king-size bed. The Condo which contains our two bedroom suite in is curved and forms a eight or nine story C with the opening toward the ocean. This also means someone on the opposite side can see into your apartment if they so desire and thus we have heavy dr*pes for privacy, but that day as always when we first arrive, I had open all the doors that lead to our balcony and let the suite air out. Even though it was late November and Nashville was cold and cloudy when we left, in Florida it had been a nice sunny day and we both love the smell of salt air.
I was fully aware I had not closed the balcony doors or drawn the dr*pes and now that it was nearly dark and we had the lights on anyone on the other side of the building, who so desired, could see me as I stood there nearly nude applying my make up. And I must admit the very thought some stranger was watching me, perhaps with a telescope or binoculars causes my pussy to begin flowing again.
Sandy was now lying on the bed and rubbing his cock through his trousers which didn’t help much either.
After putting on the sweater I checked in the mirror and saw when I turned my shoulders one way or the other my areolae would be exposed on the opposite breast and if I turned very much so would the nipple. The idea of being so near naked in pubic, both frightened and excited me.
I was just slipping on my heeled sandals when there came a knock to our door. Sandy opened it and I heard Flapjack’s voice.
I came out and he said “Wow, don’t you look delicious.”
I have to admit I enjoyed the compliment as well as the look.
“Do we have time for a drink before we leave?” Sandy asked and they agreed.
Sue was in a navy blue pants suit that clung to her as if it were painted there. Her hips are perfectly shaped and I saw no panty line. She also had a matching bolero dr*ped over her arm, I assumed she brought it to hide the fact she was so small top side and wanted everyone to notice her better attributes which definitely were her hips and long legs. To add to that she also was in these black leather boots that came high on her caves with four inch spiked heels. Now she towered over her husband and even could look Sandy eye to eye. I had to admire how well she looked and thought she really could be discovered if she can act as well as she cleans up.
After we finished our drinks we all jumped in our Yukon and headed across to the mainland where the movie theater was located.
The movie was good but not great and later as we drove to a local Country Music hot spot Sue criticized both Vinessa Shaw and Gretchen Mol performances pointing out deficient’s in their acting ability. I put it down to jealousy.
The Red Barn as it is called, is just that, a big old barn that has been converted into a very big bar with a live band and a large dance floor. We all were over dressed for this place even on Thanksgiving eve but it didn’t matter, we weren’t trying to fit in or out, just came for the music and some drinks and a few dances.
Every chance he got Flapjack asked me to dance and as we twirled and twisted I know my boobs were on display more than they were not.
Sandy later told me that once while we were on the dance floor something happened at the table and I must tell you about. He had gone to the bathroom and while there saw one of the sinks was out of order. It was obvious they had been working trying to repair it and laying there was this stainless screw so he picked it up and brought it back with him. As a joke he leaned over to Sue and asked, “You want a screw?” and opened his hand revealing the little silver bolt in his palm, only she did not look down at his hand, instead she said straight back to him, “You will have to discuss that with Jack, he arranges all my dates.” So there was no longer any doubt that their marriage was not what one would call normal.
We also learned that night that they planned to close the café from Christmas through New Years. They had some renovating that needed done and also Sue’s sister was dieing of cancer and she would be gone to Virginia to spend some time with her, perhaps for the last time.
I looked over at Sandy and he back at me and I then knew the next time we came to Florida I would be getting screwed by a strange cock.
The month seemed both to fly and drag at the same time. When I thought of that cock head, I had seen in the picture, sliding back and to inside me the time seemed to drag by but when I thought of how this might change my marriage the days seemed to fly and I was afraid. Finally we were once again on our way south on I-24.
Both Sandy and I had taken off two weeks vacation beginning the week before Christmas through New Years. Little Johnny was with us and would be until the day after Christmas and then he was flying back to spend the next week with Granny.
Although he never told me, I knew Sandy had already talked with Flapjack, and possibly Sue also, about a threesome while she was away, there was just something about how anxious he had been for the trip to begin and also how much time he and Flapjack spent together during our first week there, it was like they were inseparable after four o’clock everyday. Also there was the new way Flapjack looked at me, I mean he had always looked lustfully at me but now it was like a hungry dog looks at his food just before it is sat before him. I loved the attention but also felt uncomfortable at the same time.
Finally the day before Christmas arrived and Sue flew away to Virginia. That night we three played a game of Hearts while Johnny played with his new presents, and then two days later we put Johnny on a plane for Nashville and we were finally alone, well almost.
I still had no idea how this was all going to take place but that day I had my hair done and even splurged and had a massage, then later instead of a shower I took a long soothing tub bath, and then began to prepare myself to be the most beautiful wife Sandy could imagine.
When I came out once again my clothes for the evening were on the bed, a complete outfit I had never seen before; a fancy blue bra with matching thongs, a sheer light blue blouse, a garter belt that matched my blue bra and a pair of nude sheer hose to go under a new tight fitting navy blue skirt. I was surprised at so much underwear; I figured I would be naked under my outer garments.
As I dressed I could hear the boys chatting in the living room but not really what they were talking about, only a word here and there was understandable. Finally after taking ten looks in the mirror and a deep breath I left the safety of my bedroom.
Our suite is essentially three rooms, one large room in the center with a bedroom on either side. The kitchen is separated from the remainder of what we call the Great Room by a bar with four tall stools. Our balcony runs from bedroom to bedroom with three glass doors, one in each bedroom and one in the Great Room. It over looks the pool below and the beach ahead. We are on the sixth floor so we get all the pleasures of being on the ocean without the noise of traffic and other such ground activities.
Flapjack and Sue are in the end suite and there is one other between us, owned by a retired couple who come down after New Years and leave before summer begins, I think they are from Connecticut, nice folks who seem to adore Little Johnny.
I see immediately in the center of the great-room is a table, not ours or any I have seen in their suite either. It’s round and there are three chairs around it. On it is a deck of cards and beside them is a shorter stack of blue cards that look sort of like business cards only there is a picture of a man getting head from a naked woman on it, and in front of each chair is a stack of twenty white chips, In the center of the table are two more stacks of chips one blue and one red. Also there are three shooter glasses and an unopened bottle of Jose’ Cuervo. I generally get the picture.
Again Flapjack rants and raves about how wonderful I look and from the eyes Sandy is giving me I think he also approves, so I feel pretty special.
To begin the evening he turned on the radio to a station that specializes in elevator mood music and then offers me a stool at the bar where there is a salted margarita waiting. Flapjack sits beside me and I can tell he is restraining himself to keep from touching me. Sandy is acting as host and soon sits three plates on the bar, on each is stacked a tall tower of shrimp salad and around the skirting of the tower are half a dozen lightly steamed oysters and a small cup of melted butter. He then lifts his own goblet and offers a toast, “To a wonderful evening and a beautiful woman.” We click glasses and each down our drinks without stopping.
Throughout the meal nothing is said about the card table behind us or the sexual tension that is building as we eat. Finally when each had pushed back their plate he comes around the bar and offers me his hand and leads me to the center chair.
“We are going to play Atlantic Draw Poker, a variant of strip poker. Everyone has the same number of chips; every hand is anted by a white chip. With ten white chips you can buy an article of clothing, either one that someone is wearing or one you have lost, to put back on, or a blue chip. A Blue chip will buy a story from one of the other players. The story must be truthful and it must be about a sexual encounter you have experienced. It also must be in detail. Two Blue chips or twenty white chips will buy a Red Chip. A red chip will buy one of these cards.” The first thing he did was lift the stack and I then saw half are light blue and half are pink, each had a sexual photo on it.
“The Blue ones are for the men and you must draw from the pink stack.” Then he turns over the top blue card and it reads what is on the other side “Suck her right tit for two minutes.” He then slips it deeper in the stack and turns over the next, it reads “A three minute trip to the bedroom with the player of your choice.” This one too he slips about half way down in the blue stack. Next he turns over the top pink card and reads it “Stand in front of the glass door and dance for one minute as sultry as you can.”
The next reads, “On you knees suck my cock for one minute.” He slips both back into the pink stack and then sits the two stacks on the table.
“Every time you loose a hand you must empty your shooter or remove a piece of clothing.”
He stopped a moment and then clarified something, “We all have on the same number of clothes, an outer shirt or blouse and undershirt or bra, pants or skirt, underwear or panties, socks or hoes. Hoes and garter are considered as one piece, as socks and shoes are one each. He says and then looked at me to see if I understood the game rules. I nodded my head. ‘Hell, my head is already spinning, if I must drink too many of those little devils I’ll be smashed in no time.’ I thought as Sandy shuffled the deck of cards and handed them to Flapjack who cut them and handed them back.
He then said “Anti up.” and as soon as we had he began to deal.
The first hand was unbelievable; I had three kings and two to discard. Flapjack must also have a good hand as he immediately bet five white chips. Sandy folded but I met his five and bet two more. Flapjack said something about me bluffing and took my bet. My next two cards were both threes. So when he stayed I raised him another three. He tossed them and called me.
When I laid down my Kings high Full-house he threw his cards in the air over his head and I squealed with joy, then said, “Off with your shirt or down your drink.”
The next hand Sandy won and I decided to remove my blouse rather than shoot that tequila so soon. Flapjack took the drink.
The following two hands I won and now Flapjack was down to his boxers and Sandy was bare-chested which is just the way I like him.
The next hand I lost so I again opted for a garment rather than the alcohol and removed my hose. When I did I stood and placed one foot on the ottoman and slowly rolled that one down and off, then the other the same way. I could see a bulge in Flapjacks shorts and knew he wanted me badly.
This continued for an hour and finally I had only downed one shooter but I was down to my bra and thong.
It was then I realized while I was loosing cloths they were building chips and then Flapjack bought a blue chip.
“Tell me about fucking in a car.” He demanded.
Truthfully I had not fucked in a car since high school so I told them about the night after the homecoming game in ’93 when the star quarterback had taken me to a party down on the river where there were a couple dozen other couples and we had fucked in the backseat of his Mustang convertible with the top down. He sat in the seat and I sat on top of him and bounced away until he came and them he took me home.
Sandy said that wasn’t enough detail so I added he had a huge cock that split me wide and that seemed to satisfy him.
The next hand I won and Flapjack lost his last piece of clothing, his boxers and sure enough he had a real boner on. His cock was no real long maybe 6, 6 1/2” but it was nice and thick with the shaft being larger around than the head. I had never seen a cock like that before. Sandy was down to his pants so he chose the tequila.
Two hands later I lost big time to Sandy, I had another full house with tens over sixes but he had a flush and I had bet heavy.
He racked in seven of Flapjacks chips and twenty of mine then he bought a red chip and I was told to reach for the pink stack. My hand moved nervously towards those hidden orders and I hesitated then picked it up and read it to myself. “Masturbate yourself until you cum”
Finally I read it aloud and Flapjack yelled “Yeah.”
“But I still have my panties on.” I protested.
“Take them off.” Sandy said.
I started to slip them off but he stopped me, “NO, stand there in front of us while you remove them and then do you thing laying there on the floor so we can watch.”
This was so embarrassing and yet so exciting. I had never before played with myself in front of anyone not even Sandy and her I was about to do it in front of a neighbor, maybe in front of several if any are out there watching. When I touched my lips I found them to be wetter and ever before in my hole life and three of my fingers slipped in as easily as one did most of the time. I didn’t last long soon I had one hand going in my pussy and the other working my clit and then came the explosion and I began bucking around on the carpet like I was sitting on a hot stove.
When I finally returned to the table I downed my shooter from need not because I had to.
“What about my panties?” I asked.
“Their still yours put them on or not as you wish Sandy said and I stood back up but before I reached for them Flapjack placed his hand over them and said I’ll buy them and he offered me ten chips. I had lost that last hand and was down to less than ten chips left so I took them and sit back down still in my bra but nothing else.
Luckily I won the next round and Sandy was down to his jockeys and Flapjack already being naked downed his drink.
I had to go pee for the tenth time and wondered if the guys were ever going to but when I returned I heard Flapjack hosing the stool in Johnny’s bathroom and Sandy got up and went to the one I had just left.
I was still weaving around when I walked knowing I had consumed way too much and figured my speech must be slurred but if it was I didn’t know it. I know flapjacks sure was but that damn Sandy seemed almost sober. He’s disgusting like that sometimes.
I now had thirty eight chips and if I won another hand without loosing too many I could buy a red one. Something I had not been able to afford all night.
The next round was mine, Flapjack stayed in for two hands but then folded after putting in seven chips and then Sandy raised me another three and when I called he turned over two pair but I had a straight so Off came his jockeys and I was now the only one with anything on even though it was my bra.
I then pushed forty chips into the center of the table and said, I want to buy a red chip.
They both looked at each other and then sandy turned his head slightly as if to say she had the money for it and so I reached over and picked up the top blue card but instead of reading it I handed it to Sandy, “You read it aloud.”
He turned it over and then smiled before he read, “You must eat the lady who bought this card until she cums.”
“Ok get on the floor he said,”
“Oh no, I’ll sit here you come here and get on your knees and eat me.” I was triumphant at last.
Sandy just smiled and dropped to his knees in front of my chair and slipped both of his hands under my cheeks and began to lick. Oh God how he does it too and in less than a minute I was grabbing his hair and pulling him tighter to my clit and then I screamed really loud as my cum shot through me.
When I again opened my eyes Sandy was back in his chair and Flapjack was holding tightly to his cock. I think he was squeezing it to keep from cumming himself.
The next round I lost and finally off came my bra.
I knew Flapjack had waited so long to see my puppy’s so I removed it ever so slowly and as sexually as I could and then handed it to him. “Oh my they are so lovely.” he said. “Can I touch one of them?”
“For ten chips.” I said.”
“But I only have eleven left.”
“Your choice.”
“Ok, you drive a hard bargain.” He said and then shoved the chips to my side and came around and cupped each of my boobs in his hands and gently squeezed them and the he pinched my nipples.
“That’s all you get for ten chips.”
“Augh, cruel woman.” He said and then dropping his last chip in the center of the table he said “Deal them.”
It was my turn to deal and I did. This time I had one card short of a straight all the same suit. So when Sandy bet five I saw him, Flapjack had none to bet but we let him drop in an I owe you. He wanted three and Sandy wanted two, I took only one. Turning it over I saw the Jack of Spades. It was not the suit I needed but it was the top of my straight so I felt pretty sure of myself. And when Sandy raised the pot by another ten I was determined to have another red chip and was ready also but Flapjack asked if he could add another I owe you. What the hell it wasn’t money so we said sure. He dropped the paper in the stack for an extra ten, I shoved my ten in and said “I call” laying my Jack high straight down, beating Sandy’s Full House, but not Flapjacks four deuces. I couldn’t believe it.
A huge smile came over his face and he said I want to buy a red chip.
I reached for the pink stack and slowly turned it over. ‘Oh Boy.” I thought before I read it aloud. “The owner of this card gets a three minute trip to the bedroom with the player of his choice.”
Flapjack slapped his bare leg and said, “Well it sure as hell ain’t that ugly dude your married to.” And then he stood and offered me his hand. I stood and looked over at my husband and said, “Who’s keeping the time?”
Flapjack held up his watch and smiled.
The moment we entered Johnny’s bedroom Flapjack closed the door and motioned for me to get on the bed, I did and he without the slightest hesitation climbed on me and slipped his cock in my dripping pussy, “Augh,” he said, “You’re so hot.” And then he started pumping away as fast as he could. I know it was a lot longer than three minutes before I felt the bed sway and realized sandy was there also so I presumed the card game was over.
Flapjack didn’t last long after Sandy got there and as soon as he rolled off I felt my old familiar friend slip in and Sandy began one of his long slow fucks that send me into several orgasms before he cums. Finally he did and then he rolled off.
I felt so full of cum, it was running out of my pussy and down the crack between by ass cheeks but suddenly I felt lips on me and looked down as saw Flapjack’s head between my legs. After he brought me off again I needed to go so I told him no more right then and went to the bathroom. When I returned I left the light on in the bathroom but turned off the one on the bedroom and slid in between my two men. I knew Sandy was asleep because he was snoring softly and Flapjack was breathing steadily as a man does when he sleeps so I too closed my eyes thinking how wonderful I felt. I don’t know how long I had been asleep but I awoke to the feel of something in my pussy and opening my eyes I saw Flapjack there fucking me again. This time he lasted a lot longer maybe twenty minutes before he again shot into me and then he rolled off my left side.
‘Boy oh boy, have I been fucked tonight.’ I thought and started trying to remember how may times I had cum but suddenly Sandy as there bighting on my right nipple and soon slipping his wonderful eight inches deep inside me. This is how it went for most of the night. One guy would fuck me and then fall asleep and the other would be awakened by what was happening right beside him and he would get turned on and soon after one lost his jaz the other would fill my hole. I have no idea how many times I was fucked that night but I will tell you it was a bunch and the next morning my pussy was so sore I had a hard time walking.
For the remainder of our stay there we were a threesome where ever we went and every night they took turns fucking me although never again to the extent as the first night. I must say I really enjoyed being sandwiched between one cock in my mouth and another in my pussy at the same time which we did often.
We have not been back to Florida since the New Year but I am looking forward to our next trip. Flapjack said he had a friend the Sue really liked and would invite him over if we wanted.
I said “Maybe.” But I knew I was up for it.
I guess I’m hooked. Now I want to go to one of those clubs like I read about is in Vegas.

Gee I hope this is not too long, I wanted to be as truthful and as accurate as I could, please forgive if it’s too much.

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