Marie took the wad of tissues her husband, Mark, handed her and quickly blotted at the flow of fresh cum flowing out of her well fucked pussy. Their sex life was great, and they both worked at keeping it exciting. There was one small nagging problem; after almost twenty years, it was as they say; a same sex marriage.
Marie yearned for the excitement of her youth, of a new partner, and all that went with it. The clumsy tit grouping, the feel of a new finger sinking inside of her, the excitement of touching a new and unknown cock.
The problem was how to get Mark, wanting, really wanting to share Marie with another man. It had to be his idea. The thought had come up while watching some porn and liking a MFM that had that real homemade look to it. Mark had even pulled out their mid-sized dildo that night pounding Marie with it as she sucked his cock.
Over the next couple of weeks, Marie's plan began to take place. Little teases like "Which of our friends would you fuck?" or "Did you see Tony checking out my tits last time he was here? Should I give him a better peek?"
The banter was light and breezy, but she could see Mark's mind wandering. Three times in one week he just happened to show her MFM videos where the husband helped in sharing his wife.
"Do you think any of our friends would do anything like that?" Marie casually tossed out.
"Come on babe; you know damn well all of them would fuck you silly given the chance." Mark bragged to his wife.
"Bull -- I could fuck them all and still be ready to go!" giggled Marie.
He had nibbled the bait, and now his male sex obsessed brain would do the rest. Marie wasn't sure what to do next or which of their friends she would want, but fate made that decision for both of them.
The email announced that he was passing through their town, and he could arrange a two night lay over to visit his old college pals. Yes, Peter was coming to town. Both Mark and Marie insisted that he stay in their guest room. The idea of Peter being "the one" hadn't crossed their minds until hours later.
"You know he was always after your ass." Mark reminded Marie.
She needed no reminder. It took all her will power, at the time to keep him at bay. That was when Marie knew that Mark was the man for her and once her sights were set no one, especially, Peter was going to mess that up for her.
"Sure I did, but that was then, and there has been no better man alive than you are for me." Cooed Marie.
The couple fucked liked those early days when everything was new that night. There was no doubt what was on their minds.
Peter arrived, looking, well older, with some touches of gray and some life lines on his face but still in shape. Marie quicky set him up in the guest room while Mark mixed a batch of Martinis. Butterflies flooded Marie's belly as the overt flirting renewed, as if they were back in the dorms of college.
Marie was preparing some snacks as Mark walked into the kitchen. Wrapping his arms around her from behind he cupped her C cup tits teasing her as he quicky unbuttoned the two top buttons of her blouse. She struggled just a little but was more than willing at the thought of giving Peter an almost full view of her tits as she carried the snack tray back in to the den.
