His penis, his erection, his cock, had been between my legs and I could feel its head move as he guided it up along my inner thigh, then to my vagina.... tipped my hips a little, he moved a little, and...,,,and it was no longer a fantasy. Another man, not my husband, was in me.Moving in me.Fucking me.Somehow he had gotten my arms above my head and was holding them there. I was stretched out tall on the bed, being taken.I loved it.You’d probably call it missionary-position, plain-vanilla sex but. You could hear the chatter and the music of a organ grinder on the street corner. We were eating ice cream sundaes from tall glasses, using long-handled spoons.Andy and Cathy were dressed in dresses of the period, sexy, full frocks with low bodices emphasizing lush breasts, waists tightly constricted and corseted, and loose skirts with hems to the ground. Andy was unbelievable, her already narrow waist drawn down to only eighteen inches by the corset. It also pushed up and displayed her. When she came over I did everything I said in the previous paragraph. But this time I took our books over to my bed and we studied there. After some time there was so much sexual tension. I felt like I was going to ruin it so I said she should sleep in my bed because she looks tired. I have no idea why I said that. But she said okay. She was genuinely tired. So I cleared the bed and she took on the covers and started sleeping. I was sitting on the chair behind my desk watching her sleep. It was Erin, leading Shane by the hand. Shane spoke first “Fuck baby, that was hot. We were watching from the doorway.” Sam looked ashamed at first, then Shane continued “fucking incredible! I can’t wait to watch him fuck you!”Shane now pulled Erin to him, kissing her for a moment, then he spun her away from him and walked her to the side of the bed, bending her over the side with her ass in the air. Sam and I watched as Shane stepped behind Erin. He looked down, grabbing his cock, then I saw.