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to harden again, and they made love once more. And for the rest of the evening, the pattern continued, getting lost in each other’s bodies and words.
     
    And as they fell asleep that night, Rachel knew for certain, that nothing would ever be able to compare to this.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Peter and I had met very young and had rushed into our relationship, utterly infatuated with one another. We’d married straight out of high school (much to our parents displeasure) and had gone off to the same college. I’d had barely any romantic experience before Peter, just a few boys who took me out on a date or two and one boy I saw steadily for three months.
     
    But now I was involved with other men, and Peter with other women. It was thrilling, after I got over the initial jealousy. But eventually that disappeared and before long Peter and I were regular participants in the local swinger community.
     
    It didn’t take long for Jonathan to find out what we were doing, and to our surprise, he was understanding. Not only that, but he was intrigued. And so after some consideration Peter and I decided to start inviting him to group sessions.
     
    This was yet another thing that took some adjustment, at least on my part. Peter seemed to adapt quickly to having Jonathan involved in our lifestyle.
     
    Peter slides open the drawer of the side table and removes a box of condoms and the vibrator. He hands a condom and the vibrator to Jonathan who slips it on his middle finger and turns it on. The buzzing fills the room.
     
    I am on my hands and knees, watching the exchange eagerly. Already, his cock is tenting his boxers. I can see Jonathan is well-hung. Perhaps even more so than my husband. Maybe, at least, I’ll get to taste him. Imagining that moment, I lick my lips. The movement catches Peter’s eye and he looks at Jonathan.
     
    “I think she’s hungry.”