me, her, and him 5

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"So what kind of relationship do we have?" Kendall asked. She and I were having lunch in Ellsworth. I had remarked that I enjoyed our relationship. It was my fortieth birthday and after lunch I was going to K-Mart to buy screw-together furniture for my new apartment, because I was moving out of my marriage home of twenty-plus years.

"Well, we're friends who like to have sex together," I answered. This was long before I had ever heard the term "fuck buddy," but that's how I thought of Kendall. Or would have if Donald wasn't in the picture.

I had a feeling she was leading somewhere, and I wouldn't like where she was going.

Although Donald once had a live-in mistress, he had told me that sort of thing was OK for a guy, but not for a woman. The point, as I took it, was that he was uncomfortable with my relationship with Kendall. He didn't mind me fucking her, with him there, but he had become uncomfortable with us developing a friendship beyond that -- a date, occasional lunches and regular phone calls. Oh, and I had bought her some lingerie.

One of those phone calls was very interesting. I had called and she had answered -- while they were doing it. I wonder what she was thinking, because this was before caller ID. But she was happy it was me and asked me to play along as if this were one of our three-way sessions. I had never done phone sex before and I'll admit it was very arousing. I know I talked her into a couple of extra orgasms, and she finished me off aurally.

That was the week before my last visit to Kendall and Donald's house. As usual, I was invited upstairs. While Donald poured wine and put some jazz on the stereo, Kendall went off to try on one of her outfits.

As Donald and I sipped our wine, she came back to the room wearing the white lacy camisole and tap pants ensemble I had bought her, and sporting four-inch heels. Kendall strutted around the room and settled astride me on the love seat.

Down went the wine glass. She dove into my mouth with a vengeance, her tongue moving rapidly and deeply within me. As my hands moved to her, she pushed them away. This time, she wanted to have her way with me.

She unbuttoned my shirt. She kissed and sucked on my neck and then moved down to my nipples. She sucked hard on one and then the next. While she worked her mouth on one, her hand squeezed the other. She had me on the edge between lustful surrender and pain.

Then she stood and pulled me up. She motioned for me to drop trou. Off came the pants and the briefs. I stood at attention. She motioned toward the side table where the condoms were. As I retrieved one, she slipped off the tap pants and got on all fours on the love seat.

I positioned myself behind her and commenced to fucking. Hard. Fast. I was working up a sweat now, and we were both moaning.

Donald had retreated to the shadows, but came forward and reached a hand under Kendall to rub her clit. Her sounds became gruff and animalistic and she came with a scream.

I pulled out and Donald assumed the position I had been in. As he fucked her, I walked over to the side of the love seat and positioned my cock at her face. She leaned into it to take it in her mouth. I will admit I was scared she might lose control and bite me, but lust overcame fear.

When I felt she was near orgasm I pulled out and again she screamed as she came.

Now all three of us were a sweaty mess. Kendall had come twice. Donald and I not at all, yet.

Kendall took my hand and brought me over to the bed. She had me lie on my back and she mounted me. Now we had a slow fuck, she moving up and down, her hands supported on mine. All I had to do was lie there as she grinded luxuriously into me until she came again, gently and with umming replacing the earlier screams.

She dismounted and removed my condom. Now she took my cock in her hand and began stroking. As she did she kissed me for a long time and then moved down to suck, more gently now, on each nipple. Eventually I could take no more and came, spurting jism all over my stomach and her hand. She found a towel and we cleaned up.

Then Donald came to the bed and told her, "Do what you did to him."

As I reclined at the top of the bed, I watched Kendall do exactly the same thing to her husband. He came all over himself too.

Soon it was time to go. I said goodnight and began the long drive home, stopping mid-way for a 2 a.m. breakfast to recharge and review the evening's events.

A week later I was having lunch with Kendall and she told me that it had been fun, but she and Donald decided not to see me any more. I was disappointed, but I can't say it was a surprise. But what a day to hear it. Happy fucking birthday to me!