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We’d spent time over the winter planning, and in the spring had ordered and collected the materials, paying to have most of it delivered to the site. Now, with the snow gone and summer almost upon us, we were going to blow a week of vacation time rebuilding the old, rotting deck on our summer cabin.My wife Jeanie and I had bought the cabin on the South Platte River in Colorado’s mountains a few years before, knowing it needed work. We’d planned to hire the deck done but our mutual friend, Matt, insisted that we could do it and save thousands. I wasn’t enthused about using my vacation time for more work, but Jeanie was all over it; she liked saving money, and even more she enjoyed Matt’s company, as did I.We always had a good time together, the two of them bantering, flirting, and exchanging harmless sexual innuendo. Being around him seemed to fan the embers of her sexuality, and as I was always the eventual beneficiary, I was in favor of that.She’d known him long ago, and it was through their friendship from their younger days that I’d met him. She’d insisted that although they’d been friends – and had shared a ‘mad crush’ on each other – it had never gone beyond a few innocent make-out sessions, both of them too young for more. They had been each other’s first kiss, but her family had moved halfway across the state before they started high school and they’d lost track of each other until after we were living together and engaged when, by happenstance, we’d met him at a Blues Traveler concert, and subsequently discovered that we lived less than fifteen miles apart.Their friendship blossomed anew, and I’d quickly bonded with him as well. Matt is an easy-going, likable guy, and while I’m not normally a jealous type, I wondered sometimes how all of our lives might have changed had they not been separated. But I enjoyed their renewed friendship; it was easy to see that they still had a relaxed and comfortable relationship that had carried forward from their young romance, and that they cared for each other. He even participated in our wedding, acting as one of her “bridesmaids”, which I’d thought was hilarious.At the beginning of our scheduled construction week, Matt met us at the cabin on a Friday evening. We’d brought food, wine, and some tools and materials, while he brought a lot of beer in a huge cooler and more tools. After dinner, we gathered around a fire in the outdoor fire pit and drank more than we should have. Matt and I were down to casual cargo shorts and t-shirts, and Jeanie wore only a long t-shirt as a dress, an old tie-dye one of mine that reached mid-thigh on her, the fire keeping us warm on the cool evening.Jeanie is the wine drinker of the group, although I’ll enjoy an occasional glass, but by the time it got late she was rather smashed and her sexual sparring with Matt and I had heated her up more than usual. She’d gotten little bit loose, allowing her exhibitionistic steak to show, and Matt had not bothered to pretend he wasn’t looking when her erect nipples were on display through her thin shirt, or when she’d flashed a bit of boob. I knew her tiny thong, the only other thing she wore, would be dripping.When we went to bed she was horny, eager, and ready, all of which suited me fine. Matt, in the only other bedroom next-door, was treated to an erotic audio performance escort bayan for the ages, one which included a significant number of very vocal, uninhibited orgasms from Jeanie – and a couple slightly quieter ones from me.After the second load I’d pumped into her, my wilted dick spent, she was riding my face, noisily seeking yet another climax when Matt pounded on the wall.“Hey! For God’s sake you two, give it a break! You’re not teenagers, you know!” He was right; we were all in our early thirties, me two years older at thirty-four than the two of them.Jeanie didn’t miss a beat, still sliding her messy pussy on my cum-smeared lips as she called back, “You’re just jealous! Jerk off and go to sleep.”It’s hard to grin and lick pussy at the same time, but I managed.Matt wasn’t done. “Don’t make me come in there!”Jeanie started to shout a smart-ass reply, but then stopped and slid back off my face, looking down at me as she whispered, “That might be fun…”“What? Him coming in here?”“Yeah. What do you think?”“You can’t be serious! You want to fuck both of us?”“Well…” she paused, biting her lower lip. “Umm, I kinda do, yeah… could be very exciting.”“That’s crazy. I can’t believe you’re still that horny.” I was stunned that she might be serious, but had to admit there was a tiny frisson of arousal at the idea. If she’d caught me before I’d blown my load – twice – I might have been horny enough to agree.“But I am.” She reached behind her and flopped my limp dick back and forth a few times. “And you’re very much not, Sean.”“Give me a few minutes…”She giggled. “We both know better, don’t we?”“Okay, yeah, but my tongue still works.”She lay atop me and kissed my cum-slick lips, then licked a long white dribble of our combined fluids from my cheek and chin. “That it does, as witnessed by your face looking like a glazed donut, but another nice, hard cock would be fun too.”“Jeanie, babe, I don’t know. I don’t think so.”She frowned, pouting, before she said, “Are you jealous?”I didn’t answer immediately, not sure myself, then said, “I guess so, yeah, maybe. I mean, you and him already have a relationship that predates us.”She slid off me and stretched out against my side, cupping my flaccid, exhausted sex in her hand. “That was just innocent kid stuff, you know that. I love you. I married you.”“But you’d like to fuck him.”“Just for fun. Add a little sexy spark, you know… all three of us together, not just me and him. We’ve talked about something like that.”“Just as a fantasy, and not with anyone we know!”“Sean, honey, I could never do it with a stranger. It would have to be someone we know. He and I were too young back then, but I wondered about it later.”“See, I’m just the opposite. With a stranger it’s over and done, but with a friend it could be very awkward. You know, afterward; we’d always know what we’d done, like something weird hanging over us. That whole ‘carnal knowledge’ thing…”“We’re all adults. And besides, if we all enjoyed it we might want to do it again once in a while.”“You’ve given this a lot of thought.”“Not really. It was just an idea. Forget I said anything.”She stayed snuggled to my side, yet there was a distance between us now, her demeanor changed, the magical loving playfulness of earlier gone, hurt that I’d so cavalierly shot her down. She was silent, and I thought she’d fallen kocaeli escort bayan asleep but I knew I wouldn’t, my mind churning over what she’d suggested, knowing she’d given it a great deal of thought despite her denial. Mental images of her having sex with Matt, or with both of us, ran amok in my head, rousing both the green-eyed monster and my slumbering libido.The idea of my Jeanie, Matt’s cock pumping inside of her as she had one of her huge orgasms, was incredibly painful, but also shockingly arousing. All of it, seeing and hearing her with another, knowing another man was inside of her, perhaps her sucking his cock while I was inside of her, me sliding into her after he’d filled her with his cum, all of it became more than fleeting, abstract ideas; it became images, scents, and sounds, sharp and clear in my mind, an intensely erotic film playing as the minutes passed, and I was soon hard and achingly aroused.She softly stroked my newly rigid cock. “You’re thinking about it.”I jumped. “Fuck! I thought you were asleep.”“No. I’m thinking about it too. I’m absolutely dripping, Sean.”“Might have something to do with me coming in you twice.”She snickered. “Well, yeah – but it’s me too.” To prove her point, she straddled me and easily slipped my erect cock into her. She was hot and so cum-slick that there was almost no friction, but she came twice before I did even though I came quickly, my fantasy of my wife fucking another man bringing things to a faster third climax that I would have thought possible.I’m sure Matt must have heard that performance too, Jeanie never quiet or subtle, but he didn’t say a word, perhaps busy masturbating. Afterward we didn’t talk about it anymore, instead quickly falling asleep, exhausted. I dreamed about a threesome though, vividly, and woke early, hard and ready, but Jeanie was already gone.When I went out to the kitchen the coffee was made but there was nobody there. I heard them talking outside, on the back porch; it was the sunny side in the morning, and the old deck on the front was too rickety in any event. I poured myself a cup and went out to join them.Matt was wearing knit athletic shorts and a t-shirt and was leaning on the railing, one leg propped up. Jeanie was sitting in one of our Adirondack chairs wearing only the same long t-shirt of mine, nipples erect in the cool morning air. From three feet away I could smell the scent of sex on her, and Matt wasted no time busting my chops over our performance of the prior evening.“Hey! You’re alive! I’d have bet she screwed you to death, or maybe dehydration gotcha.”I smiled. “You’re just jealous. And besides, you probably jerked off about a dozen times, right?”“That’s disgusting! I don’t do that… although I am going to need a new box of Kleenex.”Jeanie laughed. “That box was almost full!”He grinned. “What can I say? I was inspired. I’m gonna grab a shower and get dressed so we can get busy.”After he left, Jeanie and I went in to put together some breakfast, and I asked her, “So, did you talk to him about your idea?”“No! Not until I know you’re good with it.”“But you’re still thinking about it.”“Constantly… and those shorts he was wearing didn’t help.”“What?”“The way they cling… they leave nothing to the imagination, Sean.”“Why were you checking out his crotch?”“I wasn’t! kocaeli escort But once I saw, it was all I could look at. You didn’t notice?”“I wasn’t the one ogling his junk. You enjoy the view?”She blushed. “It, uhh, he looked like he’s pretty, you know… hung.”“I notice you didn’t answer my question. But anyhow, I already knew that.”She goggled for a moment, but then I saw the light click on. “That’s right; you guys have played racquetball, so in the locker room…”“Yeah – and he knows he’s hung and likes to hang out with it hanging out so everyone can get a good look. Shy, he ain’t. Fucker’s got a pole you could fly a flag from.”She giggled. “I can’t believe you never told me!”It was my turn to gape. “Why the fuck would I tell you that? I already know you think he’s hot. Besides, you always say size doesn’t matter.”“Well… it doesn’t. It’s just an interesting little factoid, you know, when it’s somebody we know.”“Sure, Jeanie. And I have a bridge to sell…” She just shook her head and gazed off into the woods. “Looking at his junk make you horny?”“What do you think?”“I know it did, babe.”“Yeah, well… So, anyhow, just how big is he?”“You know what? Guys look at you funny if you wander around the locker room carrying a tape measure.”She smiled. “I suppose – but I mean just roughly.”“Unbelievable! Shit, babe, I don’t know. Maybe six or eight inches, a little over.”“Seriously? Just hanging there?”“Damn, Jeanie…” I laughed. “Yeah, just fucking hanging there. He’s seriously big… You were just looking at it, right?”She shrugged. “I know, but I couldn’t tell that. Wow… That’s as big as you are when you’re hard, maybe bigger!”“Gosh, thanks.”“Stop. You know I don’t mean it like that. How big is he when he’s hard?”I shook my head and chuckled, surprised by her fascination with our friend’s impressive dangly bits. “Much as I hate to disappoint you, I’ve never been privileged to witness that phenomenon – you should probably be relieved by that.”She giggled. “I suppose that’s true, huh?”“Yup. Sorry. Maybe you can find out for yourself.”She looked at me, and then away. “Maybe. Might be fun, you know.”“Jeez. So, are we going to do this?”Her eyes came back to me, searching my face. “That’s mostly up to you, Sean.”“It scares me, babe, and it makes me jealous. But it also made me so fucking horny; I don’t understand any of it.”“I know. Me too, I just know it sounds… You know… exciting. We could always set some limits, like boundaries.”“Pre-conditions? Limits to what we’d do? Or, more accurately, to what he could do?”“Well, that; or we could have a deal that if anyone says stop, we stop. No hurt feelings, no repercussions…” she trailed off.I thought about it. I liked that arrangement better, but… “Sounds good in theory, not so sure how it would work in practice.”“We’ll never know unless we try.”“I can see you really want this.” I hesitated, then mentally shrugged; my surging libido had more to do with the next words out of my mouth than my brain did. “Okay, go ahead and ask him.”She looked aghast. “Ask him? Oh, no, I think it needs to feel spontaneous, don’t you?”“But it’s not. How would you work that?”Jeanie smiled. “Leave that up to me. I’ll figure out something.”I know my wife well enough to realize that meant she was already working on an idea, so I let it go. We ate breakfast, and while Jeanie cleaned up and took a shower, Matt and I tackled the old deck, which took my mind off her suggestion. It was falling apart, so it didn’t take long to knock it down, more time to pile up the splitting, nail-filled lumber, saving smaller pieces for the fire.