Cathy looked back as she entered the back door to her house at the ones still gathered around the swimming pool. At one time that day more than forty people had been having fun barbequing and swimming. It was now after eight and most had gone home including the ones that had children. The seven or eight left around the pool would be there until late night or early morning. It had been mostly beer and soft drinks but now they were hitting the hard stuff. She knew from experience that the party was just beginning. As it had before; the later it got and the more drinks consumed the friendlier every one became. Some were going to get shit faced and not remember what happened tomorrow morning. Others were going to lose their suits, and some were going to find a secluded spot and fuck the wives of the men that got shit faced. It never changed, two are three of the women were going to fuck more than one guy tonight. One of them wasn't going to be Cathy. She was pretty sure that her husband Chet wasn't going to be one of the men.
She knew that she was going to be pushing away adventurous hands for the next four hours and that didn't bother her. In fact, she got a kick from being touched by the different guys. She knew that Chet was going to have his hand under a few suits himself but she was just as sure that when he slid his cock in some wet pussy it was going to be hers.
The party had been made up of class mates from school and their families. The remaining group was class mates that had been more than close friends all the way through school. Some were in the class ahead or the one behind but now they were all in their middle twenties. Some of the spouses were from other places but fit in perfect with the group. Cathy and Chet had dated their senior year and married soon after school was over. He had been her first and so far her only one.
Chet had always strived to make sex for her good from the very first time. She never regretted letting him have her virginity or for marrying him a year later. From the first time she had felt him in her she had liked the feeling. The biggest problem they had over the years was that she liked it almost too much. He could push her to the edge of a climax where she could just stay for the longest time. Every nerve ending in her body loved the way he made her feel. For thirty or forty minutes, sometime for and hour she could ride that edge of bliss until she almost lost conscious from the trill it gave her. Chet did his best to last with her but it was almost impossible. Thankfully he was a man that loved his wife and when she couldn't finish before him he finished with his mouth. She came faster on his tongue than on his cock. He constantly apologized for not being able to last longer. She had explained to him that it wasn't his fault; he made her feel wonderful and he lasted as long as any man could last. Still he felt that he was letting her down. There wasn't a woman in there group that wouldn't give anything for their husbands to last like Chet.
After four years of marriage it hadn't changed. She was ready for sex anytime he wanted her which was nearly every night. It certainly wasn't size that failed her as he was very well endowed. She knew for a fact that he was bigger than all the men that hung around the late parties except maybe Mike, and Mike was about the same. The men hadn't been the only ones doing the touching during the late night swims.
A couple of months ago, after another marathon fuck, Chet had been gasping for breath as he rolled from her. "Oh Chet I am so sorry! Baby it felt so good but I just couldn't make it over the top."
"Just give me a minute to catch my breath and I will finish you." True to his word he rolled between her thighs and his mouth went to work on her well fucked cunt. A short time later she was screaming her climax as she held his head buried in her cunt. He struggled to get his breath as he finally pulled loose and lay back beside her.
"Thank you honey, you always made me feel good. I am so sorry that I can't just climax like other women."
"We need to find another man to help me with you."
She thought he was joking and laughed at him. "Honey you are the only man I want."
It was another couple of weeks and after another long fuck he suggested it again. To humor him she lay her head on his panting chest and let her hand travel down his sexy body to his soft cock. She stroked him for a few minutes while he calmed down. "You mentioned that before, are you sure you want to give up your proprietary rights to my pussy?"
"Honey, the best sex for me is when I make you climax. As good as it feels it is only when you climax that I feel my best. It doesn't matter if it is with me in you are my mouth on you. When you cum I am happy."
"What would make you happy when another man made me climax? What would you get out of that?"
"It would be my pleasure to see you climax either by me are some one else."
"Are you suggesting that I let one of our late night partiers have a go at me?"
"No, nothing like that."
"Then just how do you see this working?"
"The three of us in bed; him and me taking turns until you couldn't stand it anymore."
"A threesome?" she was getting a little pissed at him. "Do you have this other stud picked out are do I have to go out and find him myself?"
"Mike."
"Mike! He's black!"
"So, he is a close friend, he would keep his mouth shut, and I know he likes you."
"I like him too, but not to fuck. I have never even been on a date with a black man. My father would kill me if he thought I even thought of being with one. He wouldn't even like the idea that we have blacks among our friends. Why him and not one of the others?"
