Personally, I think the real ones are better. As far as preferring them over you, there is no comparison. I don't think of you as just a body; it is t...e whole package that I'm in love with." Her smile told him he had answered the right way.When the mandatory girl-girl scene was on, Mandy was just a bit more interested. She watched, but her reaction told him it wasn't really her thing, but she seemed curious. However when the regular sex scenes were going, her attention was riveted to the. ”“Good. Got any more joints?” I asked.“I have as many as you want and then more in the car.”“Of course you do. Fire one up and then I’ll tell you.”Alana lit a fresh one to share, so I moved my chair right next to hers. We exchanged a few tokes before I got the courage to speak up.“Heather is ... a crazy girl. Well, crazy isn’t the right word. That sounds bad. She’s, um...”“Out there,” Alana supplied.“Yeah, that’s better. But even that sounds wrong.”“What’s wrong with being out there?” she. "My mum always leaves her credit card in her coat, it's upstairs!" The way she rolled her 'R's was incredibly sexy. She sprung up and left the room, gesturing me to follow. I followed her up the stairs enjoying the view I was getting following behind her, and we entered her parents' room where she grabbed the card out of her mother's coat and ordered pizza.We ate the pizzas, then raided the freezer where we found ice creams and a stash of chocolate. We had eaten far too much and both ended up. She did likewise. She let herself be swept up in the flow of lovemaking. Rigorous, gratifying sexual penetration would follow soon enough. But for now, Karl and I were making love to his wife and she was making love to the both of us.This is the very essence of wife-sharing. Francine, Karl, and I were all passionately charged and intensely aroused and we were all savoring it, sharing it, relishing it, and basking in it together. Karl’s wife was receiving pleasure from both of us, but she was.