What was even more surprising to me was that my sexual excitement was greatest whenever I fantasized my wife Kristin making love to Dianne while I was...watching. In these fantasies, Kristin and Dianne totally shared their bodies -- there was no inhibition of any kind. The number 69 appeared often in my mind. And I imagined my throbbing, erect penis being inside Dianne's vagina from the rear, while Kristin, my beautiful wife, was in front massaging Dianne's clitoris and sucking on her breasts,. “Come on, you know you want me to.”Her hands went limp as she withdrew her protest and my fingers unbutton her jeans. Unzipping them was another problem because they were bunched up at her waist line so I asked her to stand up so I could pull the zipper down and much to my surprise, she slowly got to her feet and allowed my hands to not only unzipped them but, after that was accomplished, to remove them down over her hips to the floor. She was standing there in her panties and bra that was. I could feel her skin prickling roughly under my hands as she gushed a runny mixture of piss and girl-cream. Unable to hold back, I slammed stiffly into her and unloaded hard. My hot cum blasted into her as if under pressure from my boiling balls. “Eddie-Eddie-Eddie-Eddie-Eddie-Eddie,” she moaned like a machine gun firing my name, her short stumps slapping my hips more powerfully than I could have imagined. I backed out of her as my balls spasmed again and slammed back into her, spraying her. She had obviously been crying, her mascara (which she wore far too thick) was down her cheeks, almost to the edges of her mouth. ‘Oh.’ Jenna started. ‘I was just going to the toilet.’ Trish said, feeling sheepish. ‘Are you ok?’ ‘Yeah…I was just…can we talk?’ ‘Of course,’ said Trish, the vibrator weighing like a brick. She went into Jenna’s room and sat down on her computer chair. She could feel her juices wet against her thighs and another pang went through her pussy, but she knew.