“So we took a chance that I could seduce you!” she grinned. “It seemed to have worked.”Laura was by know stroking my cock underneath my jeans ...s she talked.“I reckoned that if I could seduce you under the pretense of Jerry not knowing then it would be a small step to get you to join in with our fun!” she grinned again.“I‘m OK with it Tom,” said Jerry, “we encourage each other all the time. It would be great if you joined us.”This was a new one for me, I was looking from Jerry to Laura and back. And I'm straight; a novelty in those days. I'm fit as a fiddle, play winger on the hospital rugby team. Rugby playing, straight, male nurse; very novel! And I've got a head of curly red hair and a beard. Well; it was the 70s! On the morning in question, I'm in my girlfriend Yvette's room, naked in her single nurses' home bed with a sheet covering my middle. Yvette returns from the shared kitchen with our coffees and wriggles in beside me on the narrow bed. Yvette is tall, lithe-limbed and. Her paramour sat down by her: he seemed to be a man of very few words, and a great stomach; for proceeding instantly to essentials, he gave her some hearty smacks, and thrusting his hands into her breasts, disengaged them from her stays, in scorn of whose confinement they broke loose, and sagged down, navel-low at least. A more enormous pair did my eyes never behold, nor of a worse colour, flagging, soft, and most lovingly contiguous: yet such as they were, this great beef-eater seemed to paw. “Jeez, yours is really big, bigger than my brothers’. Can I touch it?” She asked reaching toward it with her left hand. The question of how she had seen her brothers’ erections jumped into my mind but was quickly dispelled by what was happening between us.I didn’t answer, I just let go my hold on it so she could take it in hand.“Grief it is really hard!” she commented as she wrapped her fingers around the middle of my shaft and squeezed it.“That’s your fault!” I offered.“How come? I didn’t ask.