Hello, it's me again. I'm back after a short break to clear my mind and clad myself with magic armor against the evil, ugly, trolls who attack authors of shared wife stories with vicious hatred and venom. Two things bring me back. The first is a secret outpouring of appreciation in my literotica inbox from the many fans of my stories (mostly other women and mostly afraid to post comments to stories under their names or even as anonymous, lest they be attacked too). The second is I realize now why there is so much seemingly inexplicable hatred. It's because the haters are all "cuckolds" themselves. Their wives cheated on them so they strike out against any woman who has sex with men other than her husband and against any man who knows his wife does this and allows it.
Hey trolls, I know some women can be mean and cruel but let me ask you something. If "cuckold" is the demeaning term used for a man whose wife has sex with other men, why is there no demeaning term for a woman whose husband has sex with other women? Wait! It's a rhetorical question. The answer is because there is a double standard. Our puritan Amerikan society says it's okay for a man to have sex with any woman he wants outside of marriage but not okay for his wife to have sex with other men, even if her husband gives her his permission.
In my opinion, everything is okay in terms of sex, as long as it's consensual for all parties and no one gets hurt. In the case of a man OR WOMAN whose spouse goes behind their back and cheats on them, someone IS getting hurt and it's NOT okay. In the case of my stories, my sex outside marriage was encouraged by my husband and no one got hurt. I fail to see any evil in this and from now on will simply delete all comments suggesting there is - because I can. Ha ha ha!
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On with the story:
After Keith moved in with us, he and my husband John started making music together. They both played guitar and wrote songs together. We had many parties at our house where they would entertain and everyone would get high smoking pot.
At one of these parties. after John and Keith finished a set of songs, John told me he was horny and took me to bed. We closed the bedroom door, took off our clothes and got into bed together naked. We made sweet love in the way we both liked best, 69.
I got on top of him and took all of his small hard cock in my mouth and sucked on it, using my tongue on the sensitive vein just below the helmet. I really did love doing this for him because I knew it made him feel so good and I really do love him. He had his tongue darting up into my pussy repeatedly and it was very arousing. However he had still not mastered the finer points of cunnilingus so I didn't get to cum. He did though, filling my mouth with his semen. I swallowed every drop and sucked him dry.
We lay in bed together afterwards cuddling for awhile, listening to music being played on the stereo and our friends chatting and laughing in the living room. I think there were about 16 people at the party. John kissed me and said, "That was great Signe."
Although I felt frustrated I told him yes it was good. I wasn't really lying. It was good to suck him off. I knew he would find other ways to let me have my satisfaction.
Just as I was thinking this, someone knocked on the bedroom door. John said, "Come in," and I grabbed for the sheet to cover up. John held onto it so I couldn't cover my breasts. In walks Keith with a new friend, both staring at my naked tits. I don't have huge boobies but they're a good B cup handful and perky. Men seem to like them okay.
Keith's friend was tall and blond-haired like me. He was well built with a rugged handsome face. When I heard his smooth British accent I swooned. I've always been a sucker for a British accent, always had the hots for James Bond.
Keith told me this guy's name was Stephen and he said, "Okay we've seen the tits now please don't deprive our new friend of a view of the rest."
John obliged him by yanking the sheet away from me leaving me totally naked to the appreciative stares of Keith and Stephen. Stephen said, "Oh, right on, a natural blond with the prettiest curly little golden bush I've ever seen."
His words made me blush, not with modesty but with arousal, my tits were turning red. Stephen said, "She seems to like me talking about her bush. Look, it's getting wet. Hey John, good lad, would you mind sharing her with us tonight? Keith here tells me you're a good sport."
"What, with both of you? I don't know. That would make three men in one night. She's never done that before."
