"Carol and I have a unique relationship. It is totally open and each of us has given the other permission to step outside the bonds of holy matrimony,...only neither of us ever had. Carol is a walking wet dream and she has men goggle eyed wherever she goes. She's had more passes thrown at her than all the wide receivers in the NFL, but she has never tried to catch one. It has always been my fondest wish to watch Carol in bed with another man, and she has always said that some day she will do it. She held my pants and pulled it downwards. My erect penis came out of freedom pulsating freely. I tried to cover my erection as Annesha di signaled Tanu to get naked. She had no choice but to comply.Within a few minutes, I and Tanu were naked. The bedroom door was bolted and I was lying on the center of the bed with my erect penis. And both the girls were sitting face to face with Annesha di on my right and Tanu on my left. “What are you looking at bitch? Won’t you suck this fucking dick now?”. We hugged like the old friends we were. It had been a year since our last meeting, a long weekend in New York, where we shopped till we dropped. This year we had decided to head off to the Amalfi Coast. We had booked into a lovely apartment in Positano for the weekend and were looking forward to a catch up under the sun.The flight was early but it meant we would be on the beach just after lunch. We treated ourselves to a bottle of champagne on the flight while we caught up on what we had been. She was slight of build, no more than five feet tall, with long flowing hair the colour of burgundy, a turned-up nose and a pale complexion contrasting with a sea of freckles which ran from one ear to the other. Whenever she went into Melkham village the delivery boy at the grocer’s shop went out of his way to flirt with her, and wax lyrical about her ‘sweet Irish brogue’, as he put it. She would giggle, and blush prettily, and tell him to be away with his malarkey. It was another boy she had.