I wasn’t sure what we were supposed to do but I was available. I hung my coat and tie in the men’s room. Our brides were not yet here. Pastor Jim ...nd his wife were ready for us. His wife, Marie, immediately put us to work doing what she called MSA. MSA, she explained, meant “moving stuff around.” She showed us the stuff to move around. She also cautioned us to go slow and not get our clothes sweaty or dirty. Everything was ready and she sent us to put on our coats and ties. We were then sent to. "Okay," she said, smiling smugly. "So you would want to do it again?" I asked, seeking confirmation from my wife. "I would," Julie replied. She and I made love after that, the thought of her with Nate again playing in both our minds, I was sure. The next day at work I told Nate that my wife would like to try the experience again. We set up a date for the next weekend, when I knew that my children would definitely be away from the house, and that the three of us would have complete privacy. The. .Wh… Why don’t you call one of your exes?” I mumbled, grabbing a bottle of WET on the counter, I quickly dropped my shorts and rubbed a lot of lube between these cheeks, I’m sure you guys would have done the same thing. “Fuck them man,” he shouted while he slowly jerked his rod… stiff hard rod. I walked over to him and gave him a drink, he gulped it down very quickly “sorry man” he said “but its really itching me so I gotta do this” “iz kool bruh” I replied, “so… you’d…uuuuh…fuck anything. Not wanting to bother them, I entered the kitchen to fix myself a drink. But halfway to the fridge, I stopped in my tracks by a moan emanating from the living room. I crept up to the shutters, quietly moved some of the louvers, and peered to see inside. There, I saw Rahul on his knees in front of the couch and seated on the sofa was a young girl, whom I recognized as Isha, one of the friends from Rahul school. I had often heard Rahul talking a lot about her, and I was glad that my shy stepson.