I set my beer on the low coffee table that ran parallel to the couch. It was very heavy table for its size and it had a nautical look to it. It wasn't...very big, about three feet long and twenty inches wide, made of dark wood, it wasn't pretty but I liked it.Carol was squirming between the two men on the couch. She had pulled her legs up and was sitting Indian style with her right knee resting on John's upper thigh and her left on Kyle's."Let's do something," she squealed, it seemed the beer was. ”In spite of what I was being told I strangely had a huge erection in my jeans, here was my wife telling me that she wanted another guy to fuck her. I should be hurt, mad, and angry but all I could feel was excitement. I started to speak and she quickly covered my mouth with her other hand.“Please don’t say anything until I finish, There’s more,” she murmured. "I want Scott to fuck me, I need Scott to fuck me, but I also want him to be the only one who fucks me. I want him to have my body and. I asked, ‘What is wrong?’ She shook her head and said. ‘Nothing. Just having a thought, that is all.’ We lay like that for a while and then made love again. I ate her and took a long time gently screwing her before filling her with another load of my sperm. As we lay there afterwards Elizabeth said, ‘When Katie was a junior in college, she came home on Wednesday for Thanksgiving break. I got off from work an hour early that day because there was an accident down the road and we had no power in. One look at the strawberries and she was able to speak to me again, still pissed though. I was putting our plates in the sink when she reached in the freezer, grabbed the ice cream and 2 spoons and said ‘we’ll need this later.’ She reached over and grabbed my cock and said ‘but I need this now.’ I could tell she was still pissed with me but I believe she was more sexually frustrated than angry. She led me into our room still holding my cock through my pants. This was not my careful.