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called down and told her to come on upstairs, she smiled at me and invited me to go up with her.
    In the bedroom, things progressed rather quickly. When the three of us had removed all our clothing and got into bed, Julie took turns French-kissing us while Phil and I got busy squeezing her tits, playing with her nipples and fingering her pretty blonde pussy. When Phil started sucking one nipple while I sucked the other, her moans of pleasure let me know that I was not going to be asked to leave. Phil left me to enjoy her rather small tits with their perky little nipples, while he kissed his way down her body toward her pussy, which was covered with a nice little tuft of light blonde pubic hair. When her whole body suddenly jerked, I knew that his tongue had found her clit.
    Before I knew it I was kneeling next to Julie’s head, sliding my hard cock in and out of her wet, warm mouth while Phil continued to tongue-lash her pussy. Each time I slid my cock into her mouth she took a little more, until finally her nose was nesting in my pubic hair and the head of my dick was actually in her throat. She continued to take me into her throat until I knew that it would not be long before I let loose with a load of come. I could tell from the way she was hunching Phil’s tongue that she was about to have an orgasm of her own. I told her that I was ready to come, and she deep-throated me one more time before I blasted a massive load of jism into her waiting mouth. She was still gulping it down when Phil’s tongue took her over the edge, and she began to shake all over. My cock slid from her mouth, trailing a ribbon of come that she hadn’t managed to swallow. It was a real turn-on, seeing my cock dangling in front of her face, with that small stream of come dripping into her mouth as she orgasmed.
    After we had recovered somewhat, Phil asked if I would mind leaving them alone so they could get into some serious one-on-one fucking. Julie started sucking Phil’s dick while I put on my clothes. As I was leaving the room, Phil was sliding a condom onto his cock as Julie spread her legs in anticipation of the fucking she was about to get.
    Because of our work schedules, I was not able to talk to Phil about our adventure until almost two weeks later. When I did, he informed me that we were lucky to have had that experience when we did, because several days afterward, Julie had decided to get back together with her ex-husband, so the opportunity would never come again.—
B.V., Allentown, Pennsylvania
    HER CHRISTMAS PRESENT WAS ANOTHER MAN, BUT SHE NEVER GOT TO SEE HIM
    Rob, my husband of fourteen years, has always had a fantasy about sharing me with another man. I have to admit that since, until recently, he was the only man I’d have ever had, the idea turned me on as well. We had numerous sexual sessions during which we fantasized that four hands were caressing my body, or that another tongue was licking my pussy. All I had to do while he was fucking me was to whisper in his ear that I was sucking on another man’s cock, and it would be enough to finish him off.
    The problem is that every time we spoke about actually going through with it, we both got a little nervous and decided it was just a fantasy.
    Last Christmas Rob booked us a romantic winter weekend at a luxury hotel. When we had checked in and gone up to our beautiful room, he said he had forgotten his cell phone in the car, and asked me to go down with him to get it. As we waited for the valet to get the phone, he suggested that I walk around the shops in the hotel and meet him in twenty minutes. I was a little puzzled, but it was obvious that he had some sort of plan, so I did as he asked. When I met him back in the lobby, he handed me an envelope and told me to take it up to the room and read it. I gave him a suspicious look, but played along.
    I opened the envelope in the elevator. Inside was a piece of beautiful bond paper with a message neatly typed. It read:
    “Welcome