I met him in a coffee shop in town. He told me a story how he was reading erotic stories on the internet. Some were men sharing their wives.Then he dr...pped a bombshell on me, "Gary, I'd like to share Liz with you."I asked him what the hell he meant."I want you to fuck Liz,"Will explained for many years he as wanted to see Liz having sex with another man. It was a fantasy of his. I asked if he had spoken to Liz about this and he said he had. She wasn't keen on the idea, but maybe one day. He. You take my hand, guiding me towards your warmth. Leaning up on your free elbow, fixing me with your gaze as my fingers rest between those sweet wet lips, feeling the powerful heat. Our eyes don’t lose contact as my fingers begin small, slow movements, manipulating your lithe flesh.I rub slowly back and forth, your slick wetness coating my fingers. Your eyes flicker as you let out a long sigh at my touch, while I feel your warm breath as you rest your forehead against my own bare chest.My. He knew where my clitoris was and how to tease it so that my vagina soon became wet. I’ll never forget the sensation of his finger slipping inside me but by now of course, I’d reached the point where I wanted to go all the way with him so I asked him to lie down. I crawled over the bed and lay on top of him where the feeling of his warm naked skin against mine was just magical. Soon we were kissing passionately and I could feel my legs parting as I worked myself into a position where I could. It was in LA, not far from Beth and her boyfriend’s apartment and Abby and I had moved back from San Francisco last week. ‘Jack Wallington, what are you going to do without school?’ smirked Beth. She was wearing a light summer dress, as was typical for her, because of course it displayed her cleavage perfectly. Her brunette hair was still as long as it had been in high school, and she was as good looking as ever. Better really, because a sixteen year old girl can be pretty dam cute, even.