My adventures with my husband Johnny and our associate Mike, started when Johnny and I went to the mall to buy a Bikini. Mike accosted us as we were leaving the mall and convinced us to listen to the services he was providing. We allowed him to come home with us and describe the plan. It's still a little incredible to believe, but Mike succeeded in seducing me while Johnny was watching. After a fantastic sexual encounter with Mike, I had even more fantastic sex with Johnny.

After a few days I talked Johnny into asking if Mike would like a repeat. Mike explained to Johnny and then Johnny explained to me that that was Level One of the training programs, and it could not be repeated, so we would have to go to Level Two, or nothing. Johnny explained to me that Level Two was entertaining six guys at a private party in a supper club. I thought about it for a while and it piqued my interest, even though I had never done anything like it before. We talked about it and although Johnny didn't like the idea of my doing six strangers, he begrudgingly agreed to it and told Mike that we would do it.

It turned out to be a racially mixed group of six guys, which made it a party of eight including Johnny and myself. It turned out that the six guys had been football and basketball teammates in high school. It was a wonderful night. The best lover was a large African guy named Big Al. I was so exhausted afterward, that Johnny and I delayed our make-up sex to the next morning, which was a Saturday. After that our lives returned pretty much to the way they were before until I received a phone call.

It was the Tuesday after the Friday night party when a little after ten, I got the call at work.

"Hey, Erica!" Big Al asked, "How're you doin'?"

"How did you get my number?" I asked.

"That's not why I called," he replied.

"I would like to know how you got my number!" I continued.

"Okay, I confess," he responded. "I got your phone from your coverup pocket while you were busy with the other guys and got your number from there."

"So, are you a stalker?" I inquired.

"No, No, No. It's just that you were busy. I didn't think you'd mind," he explained.

"What do you want?" I asked, directly.

"I'd like to see you again," he explained. "I was hoping that we could have lunch today."

"I don't know, Al," I replied. "I enjoyed the other night, but I don't think there's any more to it than that."

"I'd just like to see you again," he continued.

My hormones were active, I was feeling a little tingle down there. I thought it would be all right if we just had lunch. "I'm willing to have lunch," I responded, "but that's all! Is that all right with you?"

"Sure," he told me, "just food and conversation. That's all!"

"Okay," I said, even though I questioned whether there was any point to our meeting, "my lunch break starts at twelve noon."

I met him outside my office building, and we went to a soup and salad place, where we both got sandwiches and soup.

Once we had our food and were seated, Big Al started, "Erica, I thought you were beyond fantastic, last Friday."

"I guess that's a compliment," I replied, although he had evoked a flood of memories, many of which were of how good it felt to have that monster cock inside me, or of having continual orgasms. I was already uncomfortable, feeling the moistness in my panties.

"Not only were you incredible when you were on top of the table, but the way you interacted with everyone was impressive," he continued. "I also noticed how solicitous you were of Johnny. Even in the middle of your gangbanging, I envied him. I could tell that in spite of everything going on, you were still thinking of him, and showing it now and then."

I was already excited, trying hard to not blush, and hoping my state of arousal, as evidenced by the dampness of my panties, was not obvious. I smiled at him, "I never completely forget that Johnny's my main man, as well as my best friend and husband."

"You know, Erica, that I would like to make love to you again," he looked at me with those big brown eyes like he was seeing my soul, although I also well aware that his primary interest was not my soul.

"I don't think so, Al. I'm in love with Johnny," I told him, with the sensuous parts of me hoping that he wouldn't take no for an answer. He could probably tell that I was feeling warm.

"Erica, I know you're in love with Johnny, and that's a part of you that I know I could never touch," he explained. "What I want is what we shared Friday night. I think you want that, too. Maybe as much as I want it."

Was he trying to talk me out of my panties. "Al, I like you, but I can't do those things with you, now," I protested.

"I'd like to show you a place that is quite near here," he was a persistent fellow. "Let me show you that, and then if you still just want to go back to work, that's your choice."

"What kind of place?" I asked, wondering if it was a mistake to even ask.

"It's nice," he explained. "It's actually a friend's but I have a key, and he won't be there at this time of day."

"I'm sure it's a nice apartment," I said, "but I just can't do it with you today."

"His apartment is nice, but that's not what I want to show you," he argued. "It's actually more than one thing. I know you're curious. It's really quite near."

I was curious, and also shamefully wet and aroused. I'm not sure if it was curiosity or lust that motivated my answer. Finally, I said, "Okay, Al. But I must be back at work by one o'clock!"

"Not a problem," he said. "If you want to be back by one, we'd better hurry, though."

We walked briskly for around three blocks and then entered what appeared to be an office building although there were shops on the first floor.

Al explained that there was a bank on the second floor up the escalators, then about five floors of offices. After that it was condos and apartments. There were seven floors of underground parking although it was quite tight during the overlap between people getting off work and other people coming home.

I was a little suspicious as we rode the elevator to the top floor. From the top floor lobby, there was a great view of the surrounding downtown area. Although there were many taller buildings, we were looking down on the roofs or penthouses of most buildings.

As I surveyed the area, he embraced me from behind and began kissing my neck. The back of my neck is very sensitive, and I shivered with the intensity of my arousal. I knew I was in trouble. After a few minutes, he said, "There's more!"

He released me from his embrace and led me by my hand to a door between the four elevators reaching this floor. He pulled a key from his pocket and opened the door. A very enticing hot tub was almost at our feet. Through glass doors, we could see beyond the hot tub a swimming pool with likely a wide angle view. He led me into the hot tub area. He reached over and stuck his hand in the water.

"It's great!" he commented.

He took me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss. What can I say? I kissed him back. My suppressed passion had found an outlet as we wildly kissed and stripped each other. He took me first on the mat just before the entrance steps to the hot tub. He licked and sucked my nude body to orgasm.

Next, he entered me in the missionary position. His cock felt just as good as I remembered. It stretched me some, but the wonderful feelings of this hot object of feminine lust filling my vagina were at least as good as I remembered. He pounded me through higher and higher states of arousal until I exploded in an awesome body-shaking climax.

Next, he guided me to the steps and a position of butt-up vulnerability. He penetrated me gently, but then pounded me relentlessly until I was crying out my joy in a multiple-convulsion orgasm.

It shook me but not so much that I couldn't seat myself in his lap, as he sat on the hot tub steps. The bliss of my impaling myself on the monster was soon replaced by the almost endless joy of my repeatedly thrusting myself on and off his wonderful rod of feminine delight. It was almost too much pleasure, but somehow, I managed to reach a fantastic five-spasm climax.

I sat for a few seconds, and then kissed him to show how much I had enjoyed it.

"Why don't you turn around and try it that way," Big Al suggested.

In reply, I turned around and bracing myself with my hands on his knees began the most delightful thrusting up and down on his beautiful monster cock. What could be better than this? Very little in the whole world was my answer, as we both exploded in mutual orgasm.

"Why don't we actually go into the hot tub," he suggested.

I followed him and wantonly sat between his legs. I leaned back with my head on his chest and my arms resting on his huge, hard thighs. I knew I might be asking for trouble, but I felt so good I didn't care. At least I didn't care until I felt this hard, somewhat rounded object pushing against my lower back.

It was the head of a bulging, fully engorged monster cock. He easily lifted me from the hot tub and pointed me toward a large pile of dry towels. We dried each other off, making sure that our partner's sensitive parts were completely dry.

I retrieved my cell phone and quickly called my boss, telling her that I was going to be late due to a minor problem that had suddenly arisen. She told me things were slow and that I could make up my missed time this afternoon or later in the week.

Meanwhile, Big Al lay down on the mat. What could I do? I did what any red-blooded lady that had just been pounded to orgasm would do; I impaled myself on his rod of joy and began thrusting my body up and down over and over again until my body was shaking in a delightful climax.

He smiled a Big Al smile at me, and said, "I'd like some more of that!"

I fully concurred in that and began swinging my hips back and forth creating a fantastic sensation in my love canal as his immense manhood was continuously sliding in and out of me. I wanted it to go on forever, but my rising arousal was a counter-indicator. Just as it was becoming too much to bear, I exploded in a multi-convulsion orgasm. As the world slowly came back into focus, I leaned forward and kissed him. "Al, that was so good," I told him, huskily.

"Wasn't it?" he replied. As he grasped my flanks, he suggested, "Why don't you start banging that butt against me?"

I started swinging my butt from my waist up and down on his still fully erect organ, while our tongues were still entwined in our mouths. It was indescribable except that I knew my arousal was expanding out of control. Soon my hips were bucking in an out-of-control huge climax. As I partially regained my composure and some semblance of normal breathing, I told him, "That was wonderful, Al! You're the best!"

"Glad you think so," he replied. "I know you're the best. Why don't you turn your ass around and give us some reverse action?"

I slowly rotated my body, being careful not to dislodge the monster. Once around, I braced myself with my hands on his legs and began the most delightful up and down strokes. Each stroke was a taste of nirvana, as I was dimly aware of my rapidly rising excitement. Just when I didn't think I could take any more, pangs of delight shot through my body as it shook with the ecstasy of orgasm.

As I began to regain control of my senses, I was dimly aware of him raising his knees and then pushing me forward until I was kneeling. Somehow, he managed to pull his legs back and rise up into a kneeling position without dislodging the monster from my slit. He began ramming his manhood into me over and over. I was feeling the acute agony of desire reaching closer and closer to its preordained conclusion as each stroke seemed to last a long time but not quite long enough to take me over the top.

"Who's my woman?" He called out.

"I am," I said, knowing that I would say anything to make what we were doing last longer.

"Are you my woman?" He loudly asked.

"I'm your woman," I agreed.

I think he only stroked me two or three more times before I came, my body shaking in a series of spasms. "Oh, God, Al!" I blurted out. "It's even better than I remembered!"

He pushed me down into a prone position. He licked my backbone from my tail bone to the bottom of my skull, then he kissed the back of my neck. "Give it to me," I cried out, deep in passion. I wanted more. "Fuck me, Al!" I cried out, "Please fuck me!"

And he did. Slowly, at first. Then with increasing ardor. I began moaning out my pleasure between deep breaths.

"Who's my bitch?" he called out.

"I am!" I replied, I would say anything to continue the marvelous sensations of the monster sliding in and out of me.

"Are you my bitch?" he continued.

"I'm your bitch!" I concurred, feeling no remorse at the implied disrespect for Johnny.

He continued pounding me, and soon I was gasping out my joy in the erotic pleasure of climax. He paused, letting me enjoy the afterglow of my climax and also the delightful sensation of the monster filling my vagina.

He began stroking me again, the erotic delight spreading throughout my body. For this brief time, he owned me. I would do almost anything to make this pleasure last longer. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying each stroke. Big Al was a pussy master. My enjoyment was becoming so great that it was almost painful, and then I groaned a big, "Ah-h-h-h-h!" as my body gave in to the intensity of a multiple-convulsion orgasm. It must have lasted close to fifteen seconds while I was also feeling splashes of Big Al semen against the walls of my pussy.

"Clean me up," he requested, sticking the monster in my face. Obligingly, I took it in my mouth and sucked it clean. I released it.

He said, "That felt good. Suck it some more!"

I took it in my mouth again and began sucking on it. 'Uh-oh!' I thought, it's getting hard again. Soon, there was no doubt. He was ready to go again. Then I thought, 'Ohmigod, it must be almost two o'clock. I moved to where my purse was, and pulled my cell phone out, quickly calling my boss. My phone call did not deter Big Al from plugging in from my rear as I crouched over my purse, cellphone in hand. He began slowly stroking while my boss was answering the phone.

"Jessica here!" she answered.

"This is Erica. I think the end is in sight but it's going to be a little longer," I told her trying to keep my breathing sounds normal.

"Erica, it's almost two o'clock! What happened?" she asked.

"It's a personal emergency," I explained. 'I needed a thorough fucking from the biggest cock I could find', I thought to myself. Out loud, "I broke a heel and I'm the shoe shop getting it repaired."

"When are you coming back," Jessica continued.

"It shouldn't be too long now," I continued, holding my hand over the phone while stealing a deep breath, and trying to avoid moaning. Relentlessly, Big Al was increasing the tempo and power of his strokes.

"We're very busy," he remonstrated with me. "Please hurry!"

"I'll make the time up," I volunteered, stealing a deep breath before continuing, "tonight and tomorrow night!"

"We'll talk about it when you get here," she concluded, "goodbye" and she hung up.

I turned around to get a kiss from Big Al as he continued to pound me. I would have been mad at him for distracting me while I was on the phone if it didn't feel so damned good. I couldn't believe how full of pleasure each delightful stroke of the monster was. I would never fear large cocks again. Now I was moaning and breathing heavily out of control. "Oh, Al!" I groaned, "Damn it's good! Fuck! Oh, fuck! It's so good! Oh, fuck! Fuck me hard! Give it to me, Al!" and then a fantastic, body-shaking climax, as I called out, "Fuck!" on each spasm.

"Did you like that, Sweetie," Big Al inquired.

"I liked it, you bastard," I replied.

"What language!" he exclaimed, "Why, Erica?"

"Because you were fucking me while I was talking to my boss!" I stated.

"I thought you were probably a little bored talking to your boss," he replied. "I didn't want you to be bored on my watch." He pulled me around and up onto his lap, where the monster slid into me quite smoothly, while still stretching me slightly.

I moaned, and admitted, "I can't stay mad at you for very long!"

He concentrated on his cock in my pussy and his tongue in my mouth, and he began taking me on another ride of uncontrolled passion.

"Oh, God, Al," I told him. "I love your cock!"

His response was to pound me harder and faster, while still licking my mouth and lips and squeezing my buttocks with his hands. All I could do was pull myself against him pressing my boobs against his chest. Oh God! It was good! I couldn't express how good I felt; I could only savor it! His pounding was having an effect as I felt like I was totally aroused. There was only one escape, and that came almost too soon as I trembled continually while orgasming.

I laid my head on Big Al's chest. "That was so good, Al!" I commented.

"Let's do some doggy," Big Al suggested.

I pulled myself away and lifting myself enough to clear his penis, I then lowered myself onto my hands and knees. It was simply heavenly to feel the monster filling me up and stretching me slightly as he slowly plugged in. I waited for his first wonderful stroke and waited and waited. I knew what was coming but I still wanted to feel the delicious sliding. I cheated a little by squirming a bit, getting a little of that wonderful sliding feel.

"Steady," Big Al reprimanded me.

I couldn't help myself. I wanted it so bad. "Please, Al!" I pleaded. "Fuck me!"

"Soon," he replied, "Steady as she goes."

I couldn't take much more of this. Finally, he gave a vigorous stroke, and then another, and one more. And as I came, I cried out, "Oh! Oh! It's good!" And then a couple of more strokes, and again I had the wonderful feeling of climax. Now, I was coming on almost every stroke. It was pussy heaven, and I was completely under Big Al's control. Again and again. I couldn't take much more of this. I couldn't stop and I couldn't continue. But still the orgasms came, short but very frequent. Finally, feeling like I wasn't very far from passing out, I cried out, "Enough, Al! Please! Enough Al!" Five more strokes, five more mini-orgasms and I felt the blessed relief of sperm spurting against my most intimate places, as I had one more slightly longer climax.

I was exhausted and yet I knew I had to pull myself together and return to work. I watched as Big Al began to dress. "That was fucking fantastic, Al," I told him.

"You were incredible, Erica," he replied.

I cleaned up as best I could with a dry towel. I finally found my panties and pulled them on. I was still seeping some of Big Al's semen, but I wasn't worried about that. Next, I put my bra on. I knew I needed to get a move on, but my feelings of lassitude and satisfaction were very strong. I had to get back to work, and I knew, deep in my heart, that I had to tell Johnny what I had just done. I hoped he wouldn't be angry or disgusted with me. I fastened my blouse. So many buttons, it took a while. I pulled my pantyhose on. Then I got my skirt. Big Al helped me to my feet. I stepped into my skirt and pulled it up, zipping it tight. I stepped into my shoes and put my jacket on. I grabbed my purse and told Big Al I was ready. I punched the elevator button, while Big Al locked the door behind us. On the way down in the elevator, we kissed goodbye for about thirty floors. In front of the building, we said goodbye and headed off in different directions. It was only about four blocks to my office.

I was still glowing inside, and I worried that Jessica would notice it on the outside.

"Did you get it taken care of?" was her greeting.

"Yes, sir," I replied, "at least for a while."

"So, you need to make up for at least an hour," she seemed to be thinking out loud. "Would an hour tonight be all right with you, Erica?"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, "and I am so sorry. I never expected a heel to break on almost-new shoes; it was totally unexpected."

"All right," she told me, "it's history now, and we've got a lot of work to do!"

"Yes, " ma'am," I concurred, and went directly to my desk, where I started working almost immediately.

After Jessica returned to her office, I called Johnny and told him I would be an hour late tonight. Now I had a couple of hours to worry about what I was going to say to Johnny, and wonder if he would be mad or disgusted at my behavior with Big Al. I knew I had to tell him; we were too close to hold something like this as a secret.

When I got home, Johnny had prepared a nice dinner for us: Potatoes, peas, and broiled flounder. It was delicious, and I attacked it with relish. Afterward, we sipped coffee.

"Johnny, that was so thoughtful of you," I began. "Now I have to tell you what I did today."

"What was that, dear," he asked.

"I was a bad girl," I informed him.

"In what way?" he inquired.

I took a deep breath, "You remember Big Al from Friday night, don't you?"

"Yes, he was quite the stud, wasn't he?" Johnny remembered.

"He called me about ten this morning," I continued. "He invited me to lunch. I didn't know what else to do, so I accepted."

"And?" Johnny's attention was very focused on me.

"He wanted to show me something, so foolishly I followed him," I explained. "The first thing he showed me was a fantastic view of the cityscape."

"And?" I was definitely the center of Johnny's attention.

"The next thing he showed me was a rooftop hot tub," I admitted.

"And?" Johnny clearly wanted to hear the rest, although this was the part I dreaded the most.

"We spent some time in the hot tub, but most of the next two hours, we fucked like rabbits," I spit the rest out.

I couldn't read his expression. It seemed to be half grin and half grimace. At this point I really didn't know what to do or say.

"I'm so sorry, Johnny," I apologized. "I know I shouldn't have done it, but I was stupid and let my hormones lead me wrong. I love you, and I hope you'll forgive me."

He seemed to be thinking, although he was quiet, and I had not a clue as to how much trouble I was in.

"Well, it was a violation of our trust," he spoke quietly. "Where do you want to go from here?"

"I'm so sorry, Johnny," I started crying. "I want you to forgive me and tell me everything's okay between us."

"You violated our trust, and that's serious," he explained. "As I understand, this all happened quickly, which is something of an extenuating circumstance. All that doesn't really matter as long as we still love each other."

"I love you, Johnny," I told him, "and I certainly don't want something stupid I did, harming our relationship."

"I think we're good, relationship-wise," he told me, "but I think something like this being repeated could do some harm."

"I'm so sorry this happened," I told him. "Do you want me to blow off Big Al?"

"What do you want?" he asked me.

"I'm pretty sure he's going to call me," I told him. "I thoroughly enjoyed our rendezvous this afternoon, but if anything else is to happen, I want both of us to be comfortable with it. Even I wasn't completely comfortable with what happened today."

"I'm not extremely excited about it, but if he calls you, you can invite him over," he told me. "How we proceed is something for the three of us to decide, at least that's how I see it."

"I have absolutely no problem with that," I replied. "If he's willing to come over here, great! If he's not, then it's too bad."

Johnny

I wondered what was up when Erica called me and said that she'd be late. I was even more surprised when she admitted to me that Big Al from Erica's first gangbang had called and asked her out for lunch. I was even more surprised that she accepted his invitation without a word to me. It got worse. It turned out that she was an hour late getting home because she had to make up for taking an over two-hour lunch break to fuck Big Al.

The story got worse when she admitted not only did she enjoy fucking Big Al, but she expected him to call again. I wasn't sure I liked the bounds of our marriage being constantly expanded. I loved her and I wanted her to be happy, but I didn't want things to get out of hand, even if I were to allow this type of behavior to continue. Then I thought if we convert her one-on-one tryst into a threesome, I can not only participate in her pleasure, but I can keep tabs on what is going on and hopefully get an early warning if things seem to be going too far with Big Al.

Erica agreed that her next assignation with Big Al would be in our home, but thought we should have a three-way discussion before deciding what was acceptable or unacceptable.

Erica

Big Al called a couple of days later, asking for another lunch-time rendezvous. I explained that he could only see me by coming over to our house on an evening when Johnny would be home. He agreed to come over to our house at six the same evening.

I had fixed a quick and simple dinner, and afterward, we got down to seeking a solution satisfactory to all. Big Al was comfortable with our assignations going through Johnny and was comfortable with doing it in our home. He didn't feel comfortable with Johnny being in the room or even in the house. Johnny said he was willing to try it Big Al's way, assuming I was okay with it. I also had reservations but doing it this way was an improvement over the previous time when Johnny had no idea what was happening; Johnny and I were willing to give Big Al's idea a shot. Johnny shook Big Al's hand and gave me a kiss. He grabbed his jacket and keys and quickly left.

I led Big Al into our bedroom, and we adopted a procedure of removing a garment and then kissing with inappropriate touching and repeating until we were rubbing nude bodies against each other. We started with me sitting on the bed and Big Al standing face to face. As he lifted my hips and penetrated me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his back beneath his arms lifting me enough I could kiss while the monster was violating my pussy from the bottom. This was very hot, and I was thoroughly enjoying the monster's incursions into my love canal. It seemed that it was impossible to have good sex with the monster involved. The only possibilities for us were to have great sex or fantastic sex. We spent most of the next two hours proving that idea was correct, with a short break near the midpoint for some cock cleaning and sucking. I was feeling wonderful and looking forward to Johnny's return. I waited for Big Al to get dressed and then walked him to the door nude, thoroughly fucked, and seeping a little of his semen. I gave him my best 'Let's do this again' kiss and said goodnight. I then retrieved my cellphone and told Johnny to get his butt home.

I was so looking forward to seeing Johnny. I heard the door being unlocked and parked myself in the middle of our living room, still nude and still beaming with the fantastic fucking I had just received. Johnny wasn't quite as happy as I was, which was something of a downer for me.

"Let's talk," I suggested.

"I think we should," Johnny agreed.

We sat down at the dining table, and I started with, "What's up?"

"I still didn't feel like I was a part of it," Johnny explained. "When I walked in just now, I could tell we were in different places."

"You're exactly right!" I concurred. "I felt the same thing."

"When should we talk to Al," Johnny asked.

"When he calls, I'll give him a heads up, and we'll take it from there," I offered.

"Perfect," Johnny replied. "What's next on tonight's agenda?"

"You can fuck me, make love to me, or bathe me," I explained. "What would you like to do first?"

"It's been a while since I've fucked you," he told me, "Get your naked ass into the bed!"

"Yes, Master," I replied, and soon was expectantly waiting for him to remove his last garment.

He did and gave me almost as thorough a fucking as I had just gotten from Big Al's monster.

Then he bathed me which just made me totally ready for the making love portion of the evening.

The lovemaking was sublime. Even being fucked by the monster isn't better than making love to the man you love, and I do love Johnny so very much.

Johnny

I don't know if it was selfish of me or not, but when I returned to our home, and saw Erica flushed with having just been fucked by Big Al's monster, it just hit me wrong. If this was what we had become I wanted nothing of it. My walking away from the house so she could be thoroughly fucked by someone else wasn't sharing; it wasn't what I wanted; to me, it was just giving her away. Sure, she could tell me about it after the fact, but that's not a shared experience, it's a conversation. It's nothing like the real thing, and it's not something I want or plan to tolerate going forward.

Erica

I was so happy. I was having regular love making with Johnny and I had the expectation that I would be getting regular, thorough, and complete tune-ups from Big Al and his monster cock.

However, when Johnny returned, I could tell right away that he wasn't a happy camper. He explained that he was still on board with me seeing Al from time to time, but not privately.

The next time Big Al called, I explained to him that the last arrangement wouldn't work going forward. He wasn't happy about that, but I mollified him by telling him to come on over, and we'd discuss it.

Two nights later, we sat at the dining table while drinking beer. I opened with, "Al, the problem was that both Johnny and I were dissatisfied with the amount of interaction between the two of us. You see, Al, we're a couple. Johnny's my best friend as well as a lover and my husband. I love him. He likes to share my experiences, and I want him to be there for me."

"Okay," Al replied, "It sounds like he's got you covered, so where do I fit in."

"That is a good question," I stated. "In case you hadn't noticed, I do enjoy fucking you."

"The feeling's mutual," Al informed us. "That's why I'm sitting here."

"Here's what works for us," I explained. "Someone, such as yourself fucks me. My best friend, Johnny, watches. I like a lot of after care. After you or someone else fucks me, and you do a very thorough job of that, my Johnny provides the after care. He will generally, fuck me, make love to me, and bathe me, not necessarily in that order."

"So, in a sense, Johnny shares your fucking by someone else, and then you guys, inspired by Erica's fucking, play some more," Big Al summarized.

"That's it," Johnny agreed. "The idea of Erica fucking somebody else is not that appealing to me, but when I watch her enjoy it, and give her after care, the overall experience becomes a good one."

"So, the best for you guys is if Johnny watches Erica and I get after it, is that right?" Big Al asked.

"That's right," I confirmed.

"So, I'm the problem," Big Al continued. "My problem is that I don't like performing in front of somebody else even if it's with his wife."

"But you did do that at the party," Johnny interjected.

"Right," Big Al replied, "but that was a party, not one on one."

"It seems that we have a problem," I told the guys.

We sat and looked at each other and then Big Al spoke, "What if we just made it a threesome. Couldn't we all three enjoy that?"

"I don't know," Johnny stated. "I hadn't thought about that."

"Me, neither" I admitted. "I think it's a possibility. It's sort of a compromise, although for me, it might be an even better deal."

"I guess it is," Big Al agreed.

"I'm willing to try it, since Erica is," Johnny added.

"I'm in, for a trial run only," I suggested.

"Let's finish our beers and do it," Big Al stated. "There is one decision to make, which we can do now, or just see what happens."

"What's that?" I asked.

"At the party, you were with one guy until he finished, then you went to the next guy," Big Al explained. "That's one way; another way is you change partners after every orgasm, or maybe after every two orgasms. The third way is double penetration."

"I've never done anal," I told him.

"It's still DP if you use your mouth and your pussy," he informed us.

"I'm leaning toward option two," I suggested.

"That's okay by me," Johnny put in.

Big Al finished his beer, and said, "Let's do it!"

Johnny and I finished our beers and the three of us headed for our bedroom.

I was very excited. I couldn't wait to start stripping and wiggling my butt in front of the owners of my two favorite cocks. I considered that it was my job to make both my lovers as excited as I was about this opportunity. I was confident that I could make both of them my enthusiastic partners in lust.

In preparation for this evening's delights, I only wore three garments, a smock, panties, and bra. I opened the top of the smock all the way and slid it down my body wiggling my bra-encased boobs, and panty-covered butt to maximum effect. Both guys were pulling their pants off, but they were intently watching me.

I unfastened my bra and slowly removed it, giving my boobs a little shake once they were free of my bra. I had their interest, even though they were both engaged in removing their shirts. Next, I pulled my panties over my butt and began shaking them off. When they reached the floor, I gave a few hip undulations, since I now had their full attention.

Big Al's cock was at complete attention, while Johnny's cock seemed to be a little flaccid. I figured watching Big Al's and my initial efforts would have him fully aroused when his turn to perform came.

I suggested, "Why don't I start with Al, since he's our guest!"

Johnny agreed, "Sure, Sweetheart," as I pulled Al's head down to where I could kiss him. I was somewhat embarrassed to already be aroused and damp, but I figured Big Al would know soon, if he wasn't already aware of my state. His hand cupping my clitoris and labia would give him all the info he needed. He pushed two fingers past my labia and inside me penetrating all the way to my G-spot. "Oh, Al!" I cried. "It's so good! Oh! Oh!" as my arousal began to rise rapidly. Big Al had just passed the important size test for fingers - did they reach the G-spot. With one hand, I grasped his monster cock, while I used the other to steady myself for his rapid fingering of my pussy. It was only a few minutes, until my hips were bucking in the ecstasy of my first orgasm of the evening. "Oh, Al!" I shouted, "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!"

Al was more than ready to fulfill my request, as after lifting my right leg, he began to slide the monster into my vagina. As always it was a bit of a stretch, but for me, the stretching added to my pleasure. I loved having the monster inside me. I hunched a little to increase the delightful sensations. It was like an erotic fantasy come true as inch by inch, his penetration and my passion grew. "Oh, God, Al!" It's so good!" "Fuck me, Al!" "Fuck me good, Al!", and "Oh-h-h!" as the monster reached my cervix. It felt so good to be completely filled up with Al's massive cock. And then he began the delicious strokes that had no comparison as they slide back and forth in my engorged pussy. "Oh, God! Give it to me! Give it to me good, Al!" I couldn't help myself, it was so very, very good. I managed a glance at Johnny, who was intently watching, a half-smile on his face, and a fully aroused cock between his legs. Big Al continued stroking me, gradually increasing the tempo, until my whole body began shaking with a tremendous climax as I screamed in erotic pleasure. Big Al slowly withdrew the monster, and stepped aside so my darling Johnny could fuck me.

"Hands on bed, butt up," were Johnny's instructions. Meeting little resistance, he slid his cock into me. "Oh, Johnny," I cried out. "I love you! It's so good." I was usually aware of what my vagina was doing, and I felt it contracting so that the walls of my love canal would have increased friction and delight, as he began to slide his cock in and out of me. He was doing something different, some sort of hip rotation which was changing the pressure points of his cock as it slid in and out of me. It was wonderful. "Oh, Johnny! Don't stop! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me good, Johnny! Fuck me hard." I could feel my arousal reaching close to the top, and then, "Oh, God, Johnny!" as I convulsed with the erotic joy of orgasm. "Oh, Johnny, that was good!" I told him as I turned my head to enjoy a kiss. Then he withdrew so that the monster could penetrate me again.

Big Al directed me to stand up. I stood up, and bracing himself by grasping my left flank, he guided his cock into my pussy from the rear. "Oh-h-h!" I responded as he slid the monster into my love canal all the way to my cervix. Then the wonderful pounding began. I moaned and groaned interspersed with heavy breathing as he continued to bang me into a lovely oblivion. Soon, all I could think of was the next exciting intrusion into my soaking wet pussy. A very few minutes of this was all I could tolerate and soon I was enjoying the erotic fruits of another monster-sized climax.

I expected him to withdraw but instead he squeezed my boobs. That erotic sensation was enough for me to turn my head around, and he gave me a deep kiss, followed by another deep kiss as he began ramming his cock home again and again. The combination of his tongue in my mouth, his hands squeezing my boobs, and his cock violating my vagina was more than I could bear for very long and again my body shook in a spectacular orgasm.

This time he did withdraw. Johnny was lying on our bed, his manhood ready for action. I eagerly climbed into bed and straddling him, guided his penis into my slit. It felt wonderful as I gradually impaled myself. "Oh, Johnny, I love your cock!" I blurted out. As I began thrusting up and down on his organ, I told him how I felt, "Oh, Johnny, it feels so good! Oh, Johnny! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck, it's good! Oh, Johnny! Oh, fuck! Oh! Oh! Oh!" I gave out a guttural "Ah-h-h-h-h" as I felt like my pussy was exploding, with a massive climax.

Johnny queried me, "Do you want more"

"Yes, Yes, I want more!" I replied as I began thrusting myself forward and back on his stick of joy. My lust for cock was almost overwhelming as I continued moving my hips forward and back. My arousal kept rising until it reached the critical level. Then, a few more wonderful strokes, and I was convulsing in the expression of a fantastic orgasm. As I lay against his chest quivering with my exertions, I told him, "Oh, Johnny! I love you! That was so good!"

We disengaged ourselves and Johnny crawled out of bed, while I waited expectantly for Big Al's next move. He adopted a kneeling position, leaning back to a sitting position with his butt near his heels. "Welcome, aboard, Erica!" he told me. I quickly straddled his thighs and lowered myself onto the monster. It felt so good as I slid down onto the monster, stretching me as I continued downward. Once it reached my cervix. I leaned forward and embraced Big Al. "It feels so good!" I informed him. We began creating the most wonderful symphony of sensations as we thrust ourselves together. It felt fantastic, "Oh, Al! It's good! So good!", then I became incoherent, emitting some animal-like groans, along with my heavy breathing. Relentlessly my arousal rose, and then, "Ah-h-h-h-h," as my body shook with the erotic ecstasy of a magnificent climax. I relaxed and slumped on the bed as Big Al withdrew the monster and then made way for Johnny.

My Johnny realized that I needed some after care, and lay down beside me, gently stroking my opposite flank, and softly kissed my cheek. There's a lot more to being a great lover than having a big dick, or even a monster, like Big Al; My Johnny was the whole package; that was one of several reasons that I loved him. He kissed the side of my neck and rubbed my tummy. I loved that and I loved My Johnny. "I love you, Johnny," I told him, in a low voice. Big Al heard; I think he was about to tell Johnny to hurry up, when he heard what I said to Johnny. Then he stepped back and sat in our bedside easy chair.

Johnny continued by rubbing my butt, while his kissing became more serious. Soon, we were going at each other like animals. Johnny moved one of his hands to massaging my clit and my slit. I was panting heavily, and I could feel the moisture on my labia as he rubbed them with his fingers. I don't think I could get much hotter without penetration. He increased the tempo and the depth of his fingers and soon he had me moaning and groaning and then my body shook with an intense climax.

Johnny pushed his legs under mine and then his pelvis under my butt until we were ready for the golden arches. He was ready, and I was ready, and his cock slid right into my ready and waiting pussy. I started thrusting my hips up and down and it was heaven on earth as each of my strokes served to increase my already high excitement. I knew it wouldn't be long. And it wasn't long as my hips were buckling In a wonderful climax.

I noticed Big Al start to get up, and then sit back down as he realized that Johnny was going to do the underneath stroking thing. It takes a lot of strength, but my Johnny was strong enough and he began pounding me from below, as I flexed my thigh muscles enough to suspend my pelvis above his. It was wild, and I could tell that I was going to come soon. Johnny was panting almost as hard as I was, and as I felt his semen start splashing inside me, we had a magnificent joint orgasm. "Oh, Johnny that was so good," I told him. "I feel wonderful."

Big Al rose from his chair, as Johnny was withdrawing. I told him, "Just give me a minute, Al!" Johnny kissed me and patted my fanny. He kissed me again and stroked one flank and then the other. Then he patted my pubis. I smiled and he knew that I had recovered enough for Big Al. I smiled at Big Al, and told him, "I'm ready."

He asked, "Roll over, please, beautiful Erica." I rolled over to a prone position. He pushed my legs together, and then straddled my body, rubbing the monster delightfully against my perineum. A few repetitions of that and I was ready for penetration, which Big Al began, unusually gently for him.

"Oh, God," I called out as inch by inch he pushed farther and farther inside me. I cried out, "Oh!" as he touched my cervix. My only complaint about Johnny was that he just wasn't long enough to reach my cervix. Then Big Al began ramming his huge rod inside me, touching my cervix on almost every stroke. It felt wonderful. "Oh, Al!" I cried. "It's so good!" He continued pounding my buttocks until I was almost there. I was crying out, "Oh!" on each of the five or six strokes it took to take me over the top. "Ah-h-h-h!" I called out, as my body trembled with a wonderful climax. "That was so good, Al!" I complimented him.

He pulled my head around to where he could kiss me. It felt good; I had always liked Big Al's kisses. He reached under me and grasped my breasts in his Big Al hands. He kissed the back of my neck, and I was ready to go again. God! Did that man's cock feel good! He began to slide the monster in and out of the lower parts of my love canal. My cup of passion was running over, as he filled and partially emptied my pussy. It just felt wonderful from my labia to my cervix; I was getting higher and higher; I was out of control; nothing existed for me, other than my accelerating arousal; and then I exploded into a body-shaking orgasm.

It seemed that tremors were running throughout my entire body, as I produced animal-like sounds, heralding my total surrender to lust.

He rolled me over to my back and silenced me with deep kissing, the Big Al tongue almost halting my heavy breathing. Then the monster penetrated me, filling my love canal. My rasping breath indicated how complete my fall into a state of almost endless passion was. Again, he withheld the commencement of stroking. When he started, I came almost immediately.

It seemed my ability to come was being tested as I came on every stroke or at least every other stroke. All my senses were concentrated on the repetitive ecstasy of continual climaxes and trying to stick my tongue down his throat. I was kissing him everywhere I could reach, face, neck, nose, mouth. I was totally out of control as climax after climax racked my body. This was the nth degree of pussy heaven, as I came and came until I had no energy left. "Mercy, Al! Mercy!" I managed to cry out. Another four or five strokes and I felt his semen gushing against my inside walls. I came, but I was so exhausted, I could only manage a trembling response. I was totally wiped. Al lay down beside me and began idly stroking my nearest flank. Johnny lay down on the opposite side and stroked my other flank. He gently rubbed my tummy while Big Al kissed my nearer boob.

"Wow!", I said. That was incredible. I put my hands on the cheeks of my lovers. "Guys!" I admitted, "that was one fantastic fucking!"

"It was my pleasure," Big Al replied.

"I love you, Erica," was Johnny's response.

"What I want now is bath and sleep," I informed my lovers.

"Can I help bathe you, Erica?" Big Al asked.

"Is that all right, Johnny?" I asked my main man.

"Sure!" My Johnny replied, "but we're pretty close to dreamland, right, Erica?"

"Right, Johnny," I admitted. "Don't be insulted if I go to sleep in the tub."

"Got it!" Big Al said, while Johnny began to draw a bath.

Johnny set towels on a straight chair, and then crawled into the tub. With Big Al's help, I managed to sit in between Johnny's legs. Big Al then climbed in, facing me and forced to sit on his heels because even with our oversize tub, the space inside the tub was completely taken up by our three bodies. We had a washcloth each. While I worked on my face, Johnny went to work on my back, and Big Al started on my boobs. I soon began to feel arousal, from all the rubbing of my body. Soon, I was covered in soap. Johnny used the shower extension to rinse my back, and then handed it to Big Al to do my front. It was exciting, but I was simply too tired for a strong response. We climbed out of the tub, and the guys dried me off, and then themselves. Meanwhile, I put on a sheer, see-through lounging robe, which stopped about eight inches above my knees. I didn't want to get a chill escorting Big Al to the door. Johnny put on a robe that covered up more. Al was putting his shoes on, and asked if we could have a brief debrief. We sat around the dining table drinking bottled water.

Big Al spoke, "I just wanted to say how much I appreciated you guys sharing your evening with me. I knew Erica was a remarkable woman, I never realized just how remarkable. Until tonight, I hardly knew Johnny at all, and I certainly never appreciated Johnny's manly gentleness, or the immense love you two have for each other. I'm stunned by your openness and letting me get a glimpse of your love for each other. The two of you have greatly expanded my knowledge. That's what I wanted to say to you before I head for home."

I told him, "I don't think I have to tell you how much I enjoyed the evening. I just feel great from the fantastic fucking I just got. I'll let Johnny speak for himself."

Then My Johnny told Big Al, "My big concern is how Erica is treated. You treated her very well, and I appreciate that. I enjoyed myself tonight, as well."

"Let's have a three-way hug and then I have to go to bed, before I collapse in the middle of the floor," I told my lovers. After we hugged, Big Al said goodnight, and Johnny and I went to bed. I think both of us were totally satisfied with the evening's events. For sure, I was. I was satiated and very tired; I went to sleep almost as soon as I crawled under the covers. I think I must have been dreaming of Johnny's and my future and past episodes with Mike and/or Big Al.

Johnny

This had been a great night and so much more satisfying than our previous episode with Big Al. I was surprised at Al's comments at the end of the evening. Erica and I had shared our intimacy with another person, and I was surprised to hear that Al had recognized what we were sharing with him. I'm looking forward to our next evening with Al, as well as finding what Level Three in Mike's training is.