My husband has been moving slowly, over a number of years, to sharing me with his best friend, and each step has been salacious bliss! It went from flashing me to the friend (lifting my skirt to show I had no panties, lowering my bathing suit straps), to touching me to orgasm while the friend watched, to fucking me while the friend listened on the phone and told me what he imagined doing to me (I was silent except for the panting noises I couldn't suppress when I came), to his friend caressing my ass and furtively putting a finger in my soaking wet cunt while my husband worked on me too, to the friend cumming on my back by rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks while my husband reached between my legs and masturbated me to orgasm, to lying beside us on the bed, stoking my back, neck, and hair while my husband fucked me from behind and I fingered my clit (my face shyly turned away), to the two of them masturbating me to orgasm (the friend's fingers inside me while my husband played with my clit) both while lying in bed, and, believe it or not, while driving at the beach (my husband behind the wheel, the friend in the passenger seat, me in back moving around to try and keep their arms from coming out of their sockets!), to the friend fingering me and rubbing his hard cock against me while I gave my husband a blowjob, to my handling both of their cocks simultaneously--a new experience for me last summer--though the timing was off on this one, and we had to stop just before they would have cum. I'm not sure I'm ready yet for the next step--a blowjob or penetration. But so far everything has been wonderful: thrillingly wicked excitement, without jealousy or awkwardness. I'm unable to recall what we've done or imagine what lies ahead without moistening right up! And yes, that's my rising scent you're smelling now!
--the oh-so-lewd fantasm