And I don't mind at all you're seeing them ... or even touching them, or..."she winked. "Kissing them some more if you want to." So ... she had realiz...d that," I thought to myself."Think of it in this way John," she now continued. "We're not really doing anything. Nothing more than what we both wanted to see or do when we were younger, though neither one of us would ever admit it back then. So ... here we are, we're older and wiser now. But more importantly John, we're living together. And. ", he said concerned that his big body would hurt her. "No, you're not," she assured, him and smiled and kissed his mouth. Whispered words of love, and tender kisses, and touches, brought them even closer in the afterglow of their lovemaking. His last waking thought, was that he was glad he'd had a vasectomy. He didn't want to find out now, that the doctors for her, had been wrong, about her infertility. They were well into middle age, and if he had anything to say about it, they were. Lynda suggested that Brent answer the door while she took Paul & I to the bedroom. Their bed room was massive. It had a huge king sized bed and a large chaise lounge next to it. On the night table was a bowl of condoms, lube, some dildos, a strap on & a box of Kleenex. Lynda lit some candles and turned off the lights. She instructed Paul and I to get on the bed, as she laid on the lounge. As Paul and I crawled up on the bed, Brent came into the room with yet another guy. Brent. They talked about their husbands, boyfriends and lovers and compared cock sizes, got into arguments over whether or not size mattered and discussed who was good at eating pussy. I got a little pissed when in answer to a question on cock size Lily said that her husband was kind of small (I know that seven inches isn't huge, but it isn't small either) and that someday she might cheat on him just to see what a big cock would be like. That brought a chorus of "Oh you should try..." and the girls.