MilkFountain
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By the way . . .
it was a paradigm shift in our marriage. Somehow, in a normal but good marriage, it brought us much closer together. Not so much a surprise to me, I respected her more, and for that, she has felt so much closer to me. In the aftermath, one of the shocking things which I didn't mention in the account, is that initially, as our caresses became more intimate, I paused us, asking them two things: had they had medical exams in preparation for their clime, and was it true that they had not had relations with any woman since then.
They reassured me, as my wife listened. That night no one used protection of any kind. She fully embraced each one as he climaxed inside her vagina. It was a go-for-broke kind of night. Several times I saw that the climax of one would trigger another'. Once, while she sat on one who clutched her hips, pressing her bottom tight to him as he spasmed, in a moment another, standing over them, held her head in both hands and flattened her face against his belly as he emptied. (She's a SCUBA diver and can free swim 150 meters underwater; so, yes, she can hold her breath.)
At noon the next day she took the morning-after pill. Still, we waited waited for her next period. I only grew anxious when she uncharacteristically missed her period. To my relief, it did come -- more than a week late. She said nothing after she informed me at breakfast. I glanced up at her, wondering what she was thinking, but saw only a faraway look and thoughtfulness. I think all women wonder, if?Another evening she said there was something wonderful about letting one after the other freely flood her. (Incidentally, she admitted to me one night that, after she had embraced the idea that they were cumming inside her, and that they would, all of them, she had had climaxes alongside or immediately on top of several of theirs, each time spreading deeper and penetrating farther into her body -- to her fingertips and up her spine, making her breathe like a running horse and making her legs shake uncontrollably.
In a telephone call months after, when my wife was not at home, one of the boys told me that every time the four of them got together alone, over beers or on rock climbing outings, they always came around to talking about that night. One said, proudly, once he'd gotten over the shock, I suppose, of finding only me at home, that he'd cum in or on her six times! Another admitted that he still masturbated while thinking of her. I asked if they four would like a conference call with her, or individually, any time, by Skype. When I told my wife later, she blushed and simply said. "I'd like that". That has happened several times, she and he masturbating while watching each other. (Three times I've been out of sight nearby, watching her -- having warned her as a novice actress, "Never look at the camera or me!" so that her suitor didn't know I was there.) Each event has added immensely to the continued eroticism of our married life.
it was a paradigm shift in our marriage. Somehow, in a normal but good marriage, it brought us much closer together. Not so much a surprise to me, I respected her more, and for that, she has felt so much closer to me. In the aftermath, one of the shocking things which I didn't mention in the account, is that initially, as our caresses became more intimate, I paused us, asking them two things: had they had medical exams in preparation for their clime, and was it true that they had not had relations with any woman since then.
They reassured me, as my wife listened. That night no one used protection of any kind. She fully embraced each one as he climaxed inside her vagina. It was a go-for-broke kind of night. Several times I saw that the climax of one would trigger another'. Once, while she sat on one who clutched her hips, pressing her bottom tight to him as he spasmed, in a moment another, standing over them, held her head in both hands and flattened her face against his belly as he emptied. (She's a SCUBA diver and can free swim 150 meters underwater; so, yes, she can hold her breath.)
At noon the next day she took the morning-after pill. Still, we waited waited for her next period. I only grew anxious when she uncharacteristically missed her period. To my relief, it did come -- more than a week late. She said nothing after she informed me at breakfast. I glanced up at her, wondering what she was thinking, but saw only a faraway look and thoughtfulness. I think all women wonder, if?Another evening she said there was something wonderful about letting one after the other freely flood her. (Incidentally, she admitted to me one night that, after she had embraced the idea that they were cumming inside her, and that they would, all of them, she had had climaxes alongside or immediately on top of several of theirs, each time spreading deeper and penetrating farther into her body -- to her fingertips and up her spine, making her breathe like a running horse and making her legs shake uncontrollably.
In a telephone call months after, when my wife was not at home, one of the boys told me that every time the four of them got together alone, over beers or on rock climbing outings, they always came around to talking about that night. One said, proudly, once he'd gotten over the shock, I suppose, of finding only me at home, that he'd cum in or on her six times! Another admitted that he still masturbated while thinking of her. I asked if they four would like a conference call with her, or individually, any time, by Skype. When I told my wife later, she blushed and simply said. "I'd like that". That has happened several times, she and he masturbating while watching each other. (Three times I've been out of sight nearby, watching her -- having warned her as a novice actress, "Never look at the camera or me!" so that her suitor didn't know I was there.) Each event has added immensely to the continued eroticism of our married life.
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