I wanted him…I wanted both my men. My arousal and the alcohol were clouding my judgment, but I was hot and aroused, and I wanted to make Jim’s fan...asy a reality. To be honest, it had become my fantasy as well.I whispered in Stephen’s ear, “I love you. God, you make me feel so good. Would you like to join Jim and me in our bed tonight?”Stephen looked deeply into my eyes with an affection I cannot describe, and nodded his head as he continued to fondle my breast. I continued to tease his erection. .....I am a big bloke, 6ft4, 15.5 stone and an ex rugby player, I had always been naturally dominant sexually. It was very weird and submissive bending over into doggy position, but I was obscenely horny and would have done anything at the time to keep watching them eat each other out. They both rimmed me and took turns sucking me before going into me gently. It took ages to get it in even with lots of lube having never had anything in there. It felt weird, but amazing with the other girl in 69. A small laugh escaped his lips. His eyes turned to me, and I could see a bit of mischief in them. His lips reached up to meet mine. The corners were still smiling while he kissed me. I smiled, too. It was contagious. ‘Happy first anniversary,’ he said with a quiet, delicious voice. I kissed him on the lips in reply. He turned toward me and put his arms around me. We snuggled in the warm sheets for what seemed like eternity. The joy was intoxicating. I was torn, though. I wanted the embrace to. Did you notice that my clever little quips stopped while all that was going on? Another good reason for having sex – humour becomes unnecessary to trigger joy, if just for a moment.Darling Natasha wasn’t finished though. Tilting my chair back, she accomplished the impossible, although perhaps all nursing students in Russia get trained such that they could convert to being cosmonauts, should the need arise.Her training paid off. I was comfortably lying in the tilted chair and before I could.