I knew Greg was pulling my pants off, I probably lifted my hips to help him. Soon my panties were around my knees as Greg began some serious finger fucking. Sebastian had unbuttoned my shirt, and unclasped my bra, so it was a quick lift to take them off. I even raised my arms to help. Greg pulled his pants down and unveiled a monster cock. It was between nine and ten inches and was thick.

There was only one place for him to put it. I pulled my panties off and spread my legs as wide as I could and keep my butt in the safari chair. He needed no further invitation, and he began pushing it through my slit. I cried out my passion again and again as he rammed that huge thing farther and farther into my pussy. As he reached my cervix, and he began pounding me over and over, while sticking his tongue in my mouth. I held Sebo's cock in one hand, as Greg took me to a place I had never been before, stroke by delightful stroke. I screamed my ecstasy at the greatest orgasm I had ever had shook my whole body.

Sebo guided me to the floor, and I got on my hands and knees to receive his organ. Greg soothed me by sticking his cock in my mouth and that was the beginning of my first spit-roast ever. I came again in a fantastic climax almost the equal of the first. Greg then lay on the floor of my tent, and I eagerly climbed aboard. Somewhere, Sebo got some sort of salve and applied it to my ass as I repeatedly impaled myself on Greg's magnificent cock. The stimulation of my two holes drove me over the top into another magnificent orgasm. While I was still in a state of bliss, Sebo began slowly penetrating my anus and rectum. It was my first double penetration. I thought my first time with Greg was the greatest erotic pleasure ever, but the DP with Greg and Sebo combining was even more. I came and came and came. Finally, they both ejaculated, and all I could say was "Wow!" as they kissed my face and boobs. As I began to recover my normal breathing, all I could say was, "Ohmigod, what happened?"

Greg explained, "You were absolutely fantastic! Why haven't we done this before?"

Sebo added, "I don't know, but I think we should do it again!"

I was a little reluctant, "Guys, let's talk about this."

Greg indicated that he thought that was unnecessary as he stuck his tongue in my mouth and his fingers in my pussy. Sebo kissed the back of my neck and the top of my backbone while squeezing my boobs. I felt a growing passion in my loins. Soon, I was beyond talking also. They double penetrated me again; this time I faced Sebo, and we played a game of who could stick their tongues farthest into the other's mouth while Greg stroked my flanks as he stuck the monster up my ass. I became conscious only of having one convulsive orgasm after another.

In between I was vaguely aware of Sebo kissing me and Greg squeeing my boobs, as I was pounded into one body-shaking climax after another. Finally, they unloaded in both my holes. I was dimly aware of them holding in my bliss-filled state and then we must have all gone to sleep for a few hours.

When I woke up, Greg was kissing me as his monster began to penetrate my pussy again, his surgeon's hands braced against my buttocks. Meanwhile, Sebo was entering my ass, using my breasts as convenient handholds. This must be nirvana. I had had great orgasms with Brian, but never anything as intense as my repeated DP orgasms. I moaned and groaned as best I could with Greg's tongue in my mouth. It seemed like each erotic explosion of my body was more intense than the one before. I was having wonderful cycles of huge orgasms, followed by a brief lull of a few seconds and then the resumption of the guys pounding me for the few moments it took until the next explosive climax.

I was no longer a surgeon or a wife or a mother, I only existed as the object of Greg's and Sebo's sexual performance. I had never experienced anything like this. Although it wasn't my usual behavior, I was totally into it. I had never even dreamed about experiencing so many orgasms.

The next morning, I woke up first and started some coffee. I did a personal inventory. I felt absolutely fantastic. When I looked into the mirror, I saw a few bruises and hickeys, particularly on my neck and boobs, but most of all, a huge smile. I knew I had to get dressed or the guys would do me again. Even though it was Sunday, Greg and I had to do our rounds and Sebo needed to prepare for Monday's scheduled surgeries. The guys got up. Both were nude and semi-erect. They started hugging me and kissing me. I managed to cool them off with those infamous words, "Guys, we need to talk!"

I asked them if they would like omelets, and they agreed. So, I cooked omelets while they dressed. Greg suggested that we have our discussion after we had finished our work for the day, and Sebo and I agreed. I had a little bit of regret remembering my telling Brian that I would never stray. I didn't know if I should tell him or not. I decided it wasn't an appropriate subject for a phone call. I would have six weeks to decide how or whether to tell him when I was back stateside in six weeks.

That afternoon, we started our discussion by talking about our spouses. Greg said that his wife and he had an agreement that both could stray occasionally, but to avoid serious engagements. Sebo said that hadn't had a specific discussion about their African engagement, it was just an understanding that both might stray when they were separated for long periods. I said I had talked to Brian about it, but even so, I thought we should cool it. The guys didn't exactly agree, but we finished our beers, and they returned to their own tents. Monday and Tuesday, we were back to our old easy ways of joking and mildly flirting.

Wednesday evening after surgery, it was Greg's night to cook so Sebo and I joined him in his tent. It was a very nice meal with fried chicken entrée and okra and spinach for veggies. Then we had some sort of ginger rice dessert. We all ate too much and, as usual, drank beer afterward. After Sebo and I congratulated Greg on an excellent meal, he took things in a more serious direction.

"You know," he said, "what would finish things off in a wonderful way. Some more of what we did Saturday night."

"Greg," I replied, "we can't do that."

Sebo added, "I think that's a wonderful idea," as Greg reached over and deep kissed me.

I managed to get out one, "No!" as Sebo attacked my boobs with his fingers, and Greg stuck a hand inside my pants and panties to rub my clit. Just like that, I was a goner, as I kissed Greg and grabbed his flanks. It seemed like no time until I was nude on top of Greg's manhood, and feeling the delightful stimulation of Sebo's cock massaging my rectum from the inside. I don't think it was quite as good as Saturday night had been, but when I finally called a halt around eleven, we all knew what we would be doing every night from then on. Between that night and our departure on our next week-long leave, the only nights I missed were two nights when Sebo was sick with some sort of digestive ailment. Greg did his best, but it was like I was still missing the icing on the cake.

Crossing the Atlantic I had a lot to think about. I decided that telling Brian about our nightly sexcapades would only make him unhappy. I still planned to return to full-time life as a surgeon, mother, and wife, when my contract was up.

Greeting Brian and the children did feel a little different, but I tried to build on the enthusiasm I actually felt so that Brian wouldn't notice anything different. By the time we went to bed, I was very excited and aroused at the prospect of our being sexually engaged.

Brian was enthusiastic, but if just wasn't the same. I had become accustomed to Greg's and Sebo's large cocks and there was just no way for Brian to give me the DP, that I had come to love. I did have a few orgasms, but not the fifteen or twenty that I usually had with Greg's and Sebo's ministrations.

I was feeling dissatisfied, but I had no idea of what to do about it. I didn't want to tell Brian about what I had been doing for the last six weeks. I didn't see how I could suggest bringing another guy or two into our marital bed. I just couldn't rock the boat and disturb the relationship with my children.

The saddest thing is that I was already looking forward to being back at the hospital in Nigeria and enjoying Greg's and Sebo's double penetration. Objectively, I was thinking of myself as a total slut. Subjectively, I just wanted to feel the full-up sensations of two large cocks banging away on my hot pussy and rectum.

Friday night before my Saturday afternoon departure, Greg called me out, "Sarah, something's going on. You have said there wasn't' anything, but you just haven't been the same. I told you that I didn't really want you to be with anyone else, but if it happened, we had to be truthful and show each other respect. Sarah, what's going on?"

I started crying, "You're accusing me of cheating. Why, Brian?"

He told me, "I love you, Sarah, but something serious is going on. It's possible it's not cheating, but I really don't know what else it could be. You have to be truthful, even if fidelity is just a memory."

I wanted to keep on lying, but I knew that was at best a short-term fix. I didn't think I could tell him about the fifty or so threesomes I had enjoyed with Greg and Sebo. I tried to decide what I could give him, that wouldn't be a lie but yet wouldn't tell the depths of my wanton behavior for the last six weeks.

I found myself saying, "I love you, Brian, and I want us to live happily ever after, but you are right. I have been unfaithful."

He asked, "Is it still going on?"

He had me. Like a terrier, he wasn't going to let go. I replied, "Yes."

He didn't hesitate, "Do you think you'll be able to come back to the way we were when your contract is up?"

I confessed, hoping I wouldn't have to tell him everything. "Greg, I've enjoyed being unfaithful, but it's not love. It's only lust. You have to understand the stress we are under at that hospital. I've missed you terribly. After the contract, I want to have at least fifty years of being your one and only sweetheart." I changed direction. "I'm sorry for what I have done, but even though I don't want you to be with others, I can't deny you that. I've strayed, and so I can't deny you."

Brian was not making it easy for me. "Do you think you'll continue having extramarital sex when you go back?"

I tried my best to answer truthfully, "Brian, I am ashamed and guilty about what I have done. In spite of that, once I'm back in Nigeria, I have to say that it's not unlikely that I stray again."

He replied, "It gets easier, doesn't it? The second time is easier than the first, and the third time is easier still."

I spoke, even though it was tearing me up inside, "It's true, Brian. I don't think I'm capable of going two months without relief."

He seemed to be very careful with his next words, "I don't know where this leaves us. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are smart, fun to be around. For me, I don't think there is another woman, but I'm afraid there may be another man for you, even though he may not be in Africa with you now."

I was getting desperate now, "Brian, we have fifteen good years together. I know now that you were right, and I should never have signed this contract. Let's try not to hate each other, and just plan that we are going to have to rebuild our relationship when the contract is finally up."

It hurt to see tears in Brian's eyes. "I love you, Sarah. Our children love you. I just hope you can find your way back to us."

I was fighting for my marriage, "Brian, I don't know whether eight months is a long time or a short time. I have committed myself to another eight months in Nigeria. I am absolutely certain that when the eight months is up, I will want to come back to you and the children and what I hope will be a happy family."

He told me, "That's exactly what I want. I just hope there's something left that we could build on, when you get back. I guess we must look at this as a bit of a hiatus from our marriage, but I think we won't have much to rebuild on, if we're not truthful and respectful of each other during this next eight months."

I replied, "All I can say is that I love you. I hope we can make lemonade from a bad situation that was mostly of my making."

He spoke seemingly from the heart, "I love you, and I hope we can make this work."

We kissed, turned the light off and made love for the last time on this leave.

The next morning, I told him that in addition to being more with him and the children when I was physically with them, I would try to separate my sexual escapades in Africa by refraining both just before and just after my leaves. I told him that if nothing else it should improve the energy that I could give to our sexual activities.

At the airport when I said goodbye again to him and the children, he seemed appropriately sad. I hoped it was because of our separation and not because of my naughty behavior on the other side of the Atlantic.

Brian

Fifteen years of the best marriage ever, and now there was doubt if our relationship would survive her term in Africa. When she admitted that she had been unfaithful, I didn't press her for details. It was clear that it was more than once in the past and would likely be more than once in the future. I didn't think I had to know everything she had done, but I did think I needed to question her more about what the emotional impact was on her and on her side of our relationship.

I knew that after her confession, which I suspected was only partial, I didn't feel the same attitude toward her. I seemed to be feeling more sadness than joy now when I thought of her. I was not optimistic that Sarah would become the wife I knew upon her permanent return from Africa. th

I was unhappy with her arrangements in Africa, but I didn't know what I could do. I didn't feel the need to have my own partner on the side. I decided that I would just have to grin and bear it for eight months, and then we would see what we had left. I knew that my feelings were different knowing that she was getting banged nightly in Africa.

Her next trip on leave was much happier. We shared some additional knowledge of her extramarital activities in Nigeria. It seemed like she felt free to express her love for me, now that we both knew how she was slaking her lust while in Africa.

I thought of seeking a sexual outlet other than masturbation for myself; I even went so far as to go to a few clubs, but the truth was I had no desire for other women. There were attractive women at work, but as a plant manager, I didn't think I could maintain my credibility while participating in an affair with one of my subordinates. The problem with being a plant manager was that everyone in the plant was a subordinate.

I also thought of joining a country club, but that seemed too obvious with my wife in Africa. I resigned myself to waiting for the weeks of leave when they slowly came. At least, Sarah felt free to express her passion with me, now that we had become somewhat open about her sexual activity in the Nigerian countryside.

A female CEO visited the plant wanting to learn about quality controls and production methods in our plant. We spent a pleasant day touring our facilities. I took her to lunch, and we chatted a little about her family. At dinner, she told me that after over twenty years of marriage and raising two children, her husband and her weren't as hot for each other as they once were. They had an implicit open marriage allowing occasional discrete sexual encounters outside of marriage. Although she was several years older, I still found her quite attractive, even sexy. We had a very pleasant dinner with some mild flirting. As we waited for the bill, she asked me point blank if I would like to join her in her hotel room for a nightcap. I didn't think I should, but I couldn't think of a good reason not to join her.

After a few sips of the drink she made for me, I kissed her. Things progressed very rapidly from there. First to go were our suit coats. Next, I uncovered her impressive breasts whose magnitude had been disguised by her conservative business dress. Her skirt fell to the floor. Next to go was my shoes, pants, and underwear. She knelt and began sucking my cock. She exclaimed that it was a nice size and she would like to find out how it felt. I was quite impressed with her butt. We finished stripping and I joined her in her bed. She was a very attractive, sexy, middle-aged woman, even though not as beautiful as my Sarah. In some ways we were actually more attuned, since we were both executive businesspeople. The sex was amazing, right up there with what I had shared with Sarah recently.

She arranged to visit on a weekend once a month. We set things up to not coincide with Sarah's visits home. We both knew that it was only until Sarah's full-time return, but we were glad for the enjoyment in the interim.

Sarah

Once Brian understood that I was not being celibate while in Africa, my leave trips home became more pleasant. Not only was our lovemaking more passionate, but we were able to express our mutual affection in other ways. Strangely, I felt even freer with my emotional sharing with my children.

There were certainly questions. I doubted that Brian could equal the sexual exploits of Greg and Sebastian. I also knew that a dildo and Brian would not be a double penetration substitute for Greg and Sebo. Brian's and my relationship was going to be different. I felt that I was up to a different sort of relationship, the question was whether my husband would be up to it. I did love him and I did want to be with him full-time once my African stint was over. It was a question of whether he loved me enough to make the adjustments necessary for us to be able to carry on.

The rest of my contract wasn't much different. While in rural Nigeria, I cut and sewed bodies all day and then fucked Greg and Sebo a major part of the night. I laid off with Greg and Sebo for a night or two before my bimonthly week with my family. That way I was primed for fantastic sex with Brian on my return stateside. I found that our family life was improving, perhaps not quite to what it was before my contract, but enough to have hopes for when my contract ended.

Then, with four months to go, I noticed that the sex with Brian was better but somehow not quite as personal. I asked him point blank if he had gotten some on the side. He cheerfully admitted that he had been with someone. It turned out that it was a customer who visited the plant for a weekend once a month conveniently not coinciding with my R & R. I was unhappy that he strayed but happy that the onus of infidelity to our marriage vows was not solely on my back.

Brian

It seemed like it was forever coming but finally Sarah's contract was over. She teased me that she had been offered a one-year extension, but the reality was, she had no problems in rejecting it. She noted that Greg and Sebastian similarly had rejected their renewal offers.

I tried my best to welcome her enthusiastically, but what I really wanted was to know how glad she was to see me. Of secondary importance was how happy she was to see our children. She seemed to be enthusiastic with both sets of greetings. The initial lovemaking was fantastic. In the days and weeks following, our lovemaking was still very good, but definitely less frequent and not so fantastic as it had been for the first few days. Conversely, her rapport with our children was on the upswing. I decided the declines in our lovemaking were likely due to the professional demands of a pediatric surgeon at a new hospital. It came with the territory that not every patient's story had a happy ending. The worst cases were trying to repair damage done by an adult to an innocent child. Many of these were truly heart-rending.

I felt like, or at least I was hoping, that our emotional connection was recovering, and the physical would follow. Then she became very excited. The physical was improving faster than the emotional. At least that was what I thought until I learned that both Gregory and Sebastian were coming to our city. They would be working at a different hospital, but I didn't think their coming to town was a good thing for our marriage, no matter how Sarah felt about it.

I decided to just go with the flow. I was confident that whatever happened, we would somehow get through it, so long as she was honest with me. Then, she told me about some joint seminars that were going to be held with all the major hospitals and clinics in our town participating. One of the early programs was to be given by Sarah, Gregory, and Sebastian. Apparently, they needed to spend several nights preparing their presentation. The first preparation session ran an hour late. When she finally got home, she didn't want to have anything to do with me. She showered and went straight to bed, being sure to let me know that my presence was neither required nor needed. The next night, after the children had gone to bed, I grilled her on exactly what had taken place.

She admitted that reviewing their professional experiences in Africa had reminded them of their recreational experiences. I think I was supposed to believe that this justified their reliving some of their recreational experiences. I didn't buy it. It was like I was having a nightmare that never stopped recurring. I knew this would not have a pretty ending. My thoughts turned to my children. I would have to chill until I could find a way to preserve my relationship with my children. Visitation rights would not be an acceptable answer. I had to at least have joint custody with Sarah. Better would be to have primary custody. I began discussions with a divorce attorney. I had given my life to this woman and now I wanted compensation. I had supported her through med school and two residences. Then came her stint with the NGO. I was ready for some me time, and I didn't see that happening so long as I was with Sarah. The time had come for a big change.

To get all that I wanted from her, our separation and subsequent divorce would have to take place as my attorney advised me. The first step was to get as much evidence as possible regarding her affair with Greg and Sebastian. Although I had bought all this nobility talk surrounding her choice of profession and her time in Africa for a long time, I was so over it. I wanted my pound of flesh, and I wanted to have it as soon as possible.

I was sad about a large chunk of my life's work being all for naught, my attention now was to my future and to my children. I was beginning to see it as a life without Sarah, or at least without her in the central role that she had for so long occupied. I was willing to struggle on for a bit longer, just so I could have a good outcome. I saw no other solution to my specific set of circumstances.

I think that after all I had gone through, she thought I would continue to tolerate whatever she did. A friend at work referred to both a PI and a mean, family law attorney. I explained the circumstances of the trio's upcoming presentation.

When three days later, after their last 'preparation session', the PI presented some all too vivid video and photos of the three enjoying double penetration, I had a visceral reaction. Despite all that had happened, it was still a shock to see her incredible pleasure and enthusiasm with her lovers.

Later that afternoon, I met with my attorney. She asked me what I wanted. I told her I wanted primary custody of the children, and compensation for the years of support, both financial and emotional, I had given her career.

That night she got back from the hospital between eight and nine. I didn't even ask her what she had been doing because her work as a surgeon was usually over by six. I fixed her a light supper with a glass of wine and told her that we needed to talk.

I started by handing her the photos of her, Greg, and Sebastian on a conference table at the hospital.

She started crying, and then I began, "Sarah, I am here to tell you that my years of servitude to you and your career are over."

Through her tears, she said, "Tell me what you want, Brian. I love you and I love our children. It's clear that I love my time with Greg and Sebo, but that's such a small thing. The most important things in my life are you, our children, and my career as a pediatric surgeon. I hope you're not considering divorce, because I can't imagine living without you. You are the best man I know. This is what we need to do. We need to talk about our way forward."

I replied, "You just don't get it. I have given all that I have to you, your career, and our children." I pointed to the pictures. "And this is my reward. That's not good enough, Sarah! Do you not understand that the only way I could tolerate your escapades in Africa was knowing it would be over and then you would be fully mine again, like before you went to Africa. Now, I find out that instead of a full-time wife and lover, I get lies, and this!" I pointed to the pictures again. "You love this, and I hate it. I don't think there's a middle ground."

She cried some more. It was strange to see the very professional doctor, showing so much emotion, "Brian, please, there must be a way for us. Tell me what's in your heart."

I spoke slowly and carefully, "Sarah, for the last eighteen months, the problem hasn't been with what's in my heart. It's what's in your heart."

She seemed to be speaking with great concern, "Brian, I have been wrong. I haven't been honest with you, and I haven't been considerate of your feelings. This has reminded me that I love you and I love our children. I have pursued my career with great dedication, perhaps to the detriment of my four most important interpersonal personal relationships. I have been selfish and I'm still selfish enough to want to continue with Greg and Sebo. I realize that something has to change, and that you have given enough. I'm thinking of all that you have done for me since I started medical school. It's hard to say but there has been too much of my putting myself ahead of everyone else. Can we talk about saving our marriage instead of ending it?"

I responded, "Sarah, I think this is a discussion that's long overdue. I have to say that it may just be too late. You have broken my heart. I'm not even sure I want to put it back together, just to be broken again. I love you, although not as much as I once did. My love for our children is undiminished. Although I don't know them, I don't think I like your Greg and Sebo very much. I only care about your career because I know it's so important to you. The importance of that is rapidly diminishing. All I know is that I can't go on like this. Something has to give, and I think you're going to have to do some giving."

She seemed to be speaking from her heart, "Brian, you're right. I still think there's enough love in our hearts to try to get over this. All I can say about continuing my affair is that my job is very stressful, and I need to find relief from the stress. I can also see that my way of dealing with these issues is destroying our marriage. I'm willing to make concessions. I hope that it's not too late for us, and that we can work our way through this. What are you thinking, Brian?"

I thought for a moment and then replied, "The easiest way forward may be divorce."

She exclaimed, "No, Brian, please not that!"

I continued, "Divorce may not be the best way forward; however, I can't see the continuation of our relationship with Greg and Sebastian in the picture. You must stop with them. Then, I think we might find a way forward with the help of counseling."

She replied, "I am committed to making our marriage work, and taking it back to some semblance of what it once was. What about the presentation with Greg and Sebo? Can I still do that much with them."

I showed my disappointment when I said, "Once again, Sarah's career takes precedence over everything else."

She replied, "It will be very difficult for me to back out now, without putting our problems front and center. How about this? The three of us work here, in our dining room. That will assure you that we are only working on the presentation. I will explain to them that our playtimes are past. They're professionals and can adjust."

I didn't want to agree, but I wasn't trying to screw her up. I appreciated the importance of the presentation, "Okay, I guess that will work. Will I be invited to your presentation?"

I could tell she was pleased, "Of course, Brian, and you'll be a part of any celebration afterward."

I had to finish with, "Sarah, please understand. I love you, but I am hurting something fierce from what you have done."

She looked me straight in the eye. "I'm committed to making this work, and I want to start by physically expressing my love for you."

By the time we reached the master bedroom, she was carrying her scrubs. She lost her panties and bra. I kissed her. Perhaps, it wasn't the uninhibited kisses of med school, but it was still nice. She immediately started licking and then sucking my manhood. After a few minutes, I raised her up and kissed her. Then I pushed her back and after a few licks of her boobs, I attacked her clit and slit with my lips. She began crying out, "Oh, Brian, you're so good." Her exclamations became non-verbal, and she ended with a deep, "Ah-h-h-h-h!" Her orgasm lasted more than ten seconds. I penetrated her in the missionary position and pounded her to her first orgasm. I then rolled her over into doggy and continually rammed her to another convulsive climax. I pushed her flat and took her to two orgasms, the second accompanied by my ejaculation.

Afterward, as our breathing slowly returned to normal, she said, "Brian, I'm sorry about the other. You're still the best!"

I replied, "Sorry, Sarah, I'm not equipped to give you DP."

She embraced me, and kissed me with tears in her eyes, "If I have to give that up, I'll give it up. You are so much more important to me."

A woman is a sometime thing. I wished I could take that last statement at face value, but I no longer could.

I responded first to the doorbell, as Sarah was in the shower. They were both still dressed in their scrubs.

Sebastian said, "Hi, Brian, I'm Sebastian. I'm sorry about all that. Please call me Sebo. Everyone else does!" We shook hands.

Greg was a little more gruff, "I'm Greg. Glad to finally meet you." We also shook hands.

I led them to our dining room where Sarah had already set her stuff up on the table. They pulled their laptops out of their briefcases. By the time they were ready to start work, Sarah had dressed casually and joined us. I asked if I could get them something to drink. They agreed on three glasses of Chablis. I poured myself one and took theirs into the dining room.

Sarah got emotional, "Isn't he wonderful! I don't want to lose him."

Sebo half-heartedly put an arm around her to comfort her, stealing a glance at me to see if I objected.

I merely said, "I'll be in the den if you guys need anything." Apparently, Sarah had explained our problems to them. I could tell that they worked well together. I could hear them talking through the den's open door but couldn't understand most of what they said. Their disagreements seemed primarily about what to include and what to leave out. I hoped they were leaving their sexual escapades out.

After about thirty or forty minutes I went back into our dining room. Sarah's glass was empty, and the guys' glasses were less than half full. I retrieved the Chablis bottle from the kitchen and replenished all four glasses.

Greg said, "Thanks, Brian!"

Sebo then spoke, "Why don't we give Brian a run-through of what we have so far?"

The consensus was that I would be a good listener. I made a few suggestions as to emphasis. They modified according to some of my ideas, and then ran through the modified presentation. It seemed to be fairly finished, although they still had to decide which parts would be presented by each of them.

Sebo said, "All that, and he's smart, too."

Sarah added, "I love him."

Greg commented, "You two need to be together."

I sipped my wine.

Sebastian changed subjects, "Brian, you know that Greg and I want Sarah to be happy. It's very clear that she loves you."

I told them, "Sometimes it's hard."

Greg said, "Isn't it. I've never been in your position, but I know it must be difficult."

I didn't feel completely estranged from the group, and merely said, "We're trying!"

Sebo then said, "Have you ever done double penetration?"

I replied, "I've only seen you guys doing it."

Sarah interjected, "I don't think this is helping us."

Greg commented, "I'm not so sure. Where are you going with this, Sebo?"

Sebastian explained, "I hope I'm not completely off-base here, Brian, but Sarah has told us a little bit about what's going on with you guys."

I told him, "I don't know what she's told you!" trying to indicate I was a bit uncomfortable with what was happening.

Sebastian continued, "Okay, I know I'm getting into sensitive territory, but it seems like the thing that's ripping you guys apart is Sarah's double penetration sessions with Greg and I."

I interjected, "Exactamente! That's exactly right!"

Sebastian seemed to think he was on a roll, "Consider this. I think Sarah has a need or desire for double penetration. Brian, it might not be so hard for you if you were part of it."

Sarah exclaimed, "Ohmigod! What are you saying, Sebo?"

Sebastian knew it was all or nothing, "If Brian participated in your double penetration, maybe it would be more tolerable to him and just as good for you."

Sarah informed us, "I think DP would be better if Brian was involved."

Greg put his two bits' worth in, "We could even make Sarah air-tight!"

I said, "This is going a little fast for me. Even if I were involved, I'm not sure I'd want you guys."

Sebastian told me, "That's fair, Brian. At the end of the day, you and Sarah have to decide."

Greg added, "I like it, but Sebo's right. It's Brian and Sarah's decision."

Sebastian explained, "I was just thinking. All the principals are here. We could give it a test drive. Maybe there's an air-tight experience in your future, Sarah!"

Sarah looked at me. I could tell she wanted this. I knew the two pussy hounds wanted it. I still wasn't sure. If I agreed to something like this, would it compromise or complicate our divorce, which I considered to still be on the table. "Guys, it's late. I'm willing to consider Sebo's proposal, but I don't want to decide tonight." I would talk to my divorce lawyer. I wasn't really happy about what Sebo suggested, but I didn't want to be a hard ass about it either.

They had one more session at our house, and then came the night of the presentation. It was only part of the program and came near the end. In my mind, it received the best response of the night. Greg opened with tales of darkest Africa and how even the simplest things in America could be very difficult in darkest Africa. Sarah told about the emotional impact of being far from home and loved ones, covering everything except what their response had been to sexual deprivation. Sebo closed with how rewarding it was to know that lives had been changed and shared the stories of several of their patients.

Sarah wanted to have a drink afterward with the four of us, so we went to a nearby bar. Sebastian asked me point blank, "Have you thought about what we talked the other night?"

It was here, I had cleared it with my attorney, and thought the least I could do was experiment once. I replied, "You're talking about making Sarah air-tight?"

Sebastian simply said, "Right."

I told them, "Do you guys want to try it tonight?"

Sarah's excitement was obvious, "Oh, yes, honey. You're so good to me!"

Sebastian's and Greg's big smiles gave their answer.

I explained, "We'll have to pay off the babysitter; then we can put the master to good use."

Sarah

I had begun to be really worried about Brian's and my relationship. I was so worried that I began to question my decision to go to Africa. I knew that the rest of my life was somewhat at risk. I looked back at my life so far. Brian was definitely the love of my life. That was true before med school. Through med school and my residencies he had soldiered on, financing my career training, while being the parent I was unable to be.

Perhaps, going to Africa had been a bridge too far. It certainly didn't strengthen my relationship with Brian or my children. It was in Africa that I first experienced the joys of double penetration, far from the arms of my main man. I felt like, Greg and Sebo were good friends as well as my darling fuck buddies. I did want it all, a successful career as a surgeon, a successful home life with husband and children, what was to me, the ultimate stress relief, double penetration with my fuck buddies.

It wasn't surprising that Brian didn't like that last. For me, it wasn't right or wrong, it had become part of the woman I was. Part of being a surgeon is compartmentalization. You must be one hundred per cent in the here and now when, scalpel in hand, you cut to modify a person's body. A fraction of an inch can change a person's experience for the rest of their life. When in the operating theater there can be no past or present, there can only be the here and now. Through the preparation and delivery of our presentation, I had been only in the present of what will make this a better presentation. Now I was back to the more important problem of saving my marriage.

As we decompressed, I was happy to feel that Greg and Sebo were acting as the good friends that I considered them to be. They were trying to guide Brian to an understanding of my wants and desires that would be compatible with our staying together in a relationship that was good for both of us.

They seemed to have succeeded. My main man, my loyal soldier, had agreed to my greatest sexual fantasy, enjoying double penetration and the love of my life at the same time. Now, on the ride back to our place, I was resorting to another skill of a successful surgeon, managing expectations. I mustn't set my hopes for tonight to an impossible height. I had to be realistic, although Greg, Sebo, and I were experienced at double penetration, Brian was a total novice. I so much wanted it to be a fantastic experience for both Brian and myself. I had to back off and recognize the possibility of our first experience being less than completely sublime.

As Brian parked our car, I had to calm myself. I was dripping in anticipation. I felt that we needed to start slow. Greg and Sebo caught up with us in our living room. Arm in arm with Brian, we led them to our master bed. We took our clothes off. I thoroughly enjoyed being kissed and groped by three men for the first time.

Sebo pointed out that down below I was soaked. Brian was rock hard, while Greg and Sebo were erect, but not quite there. I grasped their organs and that was all it took. I noticed that all three guys had pre-cum dripping from their tips. I quickly grabbed the K-Y from my nightstand drawer. He lubed my ass while I used my mouth to lube Brian's cock.

I couldn't help myself, my anticipation of the delights to come were overcoming my surgical training in objectivity. I wanted to be banged like I had never been banged before. I guided Brian to my desired position and impaled my pussy on his seven and a half inches of feminine delight. Just as if we had planned it, I felt Sebo begin to penetrate my ass. Greg was crouching with his back to the headboard, patiently waiting for Sebo to fully penetrate my rectum. I felt so good with the double penetration, it was difficult for me to concentrate on Greg's ready and waiting cock. Somehow as Sebo and Brian began to drive me to incredible heights, I was able to take in over half of Greg's large manhood.