Thanks. Here is a good memory: one Saturday that I was at work and Robert (my former boss and then good friend) had dropped by and had been fucking her doggy style, while he probed her asshole with his finger. They got talking about anal sex and she called me up at work to see if it was okay for him to do her in her ass. (He had actually fucked her in the ass before, during a threesome we had with him. We did a DP with him with him in her ass, as whoever had the thinner cock always got the asshole. So, I don't know why she felt that she had to get my permission. Moreover, I didn't trust the phone system at work, as I was sure that many calls were listened to by others.)
I said yes—as long as he wore a condom. (I had read that semen in a woman's ass can seep into her blood and cause her body to develop antibodies to sperm. And I didn't want him to get a urinary tract infection.)
When I got home, Bob was gone and I found her in the shower, which she always immediately did after anal sex. She told me that she was disappointed that Bob had cum in his condom in her ass, not bareback in her pussy. I asked why. She said that she loved his mammoth loads as she viewed them as testaments to how much he enjoyed fucking her. At hearing that, I left the bathroom and rushed into our bedroom and looked in the waste-paper basket. There it was: his used condom. About a teaspoon of cum had leaked out, but the rest was inside it. A huge load, about a shot-glass worth. It would have taken me three to four loads to fill it up that much. No doubt his only getting laid at home once a month accounted for his Peter-North-sized loads.
Although we had many memorable times, times where she got fucked by other men, we never got to where we should have been. Ironically, enough we were told what we should do early on; we listened, but we didn't follow the sage advice that she was too young to be a swinger, as most swingers were over 35. What would have made us most happy? The advice we were given was that we should find in our town one older man to whom I could have granted co-ownership of her pussy. He and I would have shared her pussy.
I could drive her over to his place and leave her with him to use and pick her up an hour or two later. On weekends, or on Friday night, I could even leave her with him overnight. He might even take her on week-long vacations. And if I traveled on a business trip, which I occasionally did, she could stay at his place while I was gone. Of course, the older man would have enjoyed having a younger woman to wine, dine, and fuck, but without having to take care of her or having to listen her describe her damn day. In many ways the best sex is guaranteed sex. In addition, she would not be limited to just his and my cock, as he could lend her pussy to buddy of his, seeing how he co-owned her pussy, just as I could invite a buddy of mine into her pussy. For the most part, however, we would have given up our search for new men. The search was surprisingly difficult and ended in many dead ends and no shows.
It is obvious to me today that this arrangement would have been best for us, but it wasn't back then. Back then, we were both obsessed with numbers: we wanted as many men possible to fuck her, with a goal of 30 to 40 new hard cocks inside her vagina and mouth. The whole point of sharing her was for her to catch up with me, as I was her fourth lover, but she was 30th. Big numbers are always a problem, however, as the risk of catching a disease or encountering a crazy goes up with each new man. One steady, stable, older man would have been safer, saner, and smarter. This would have been a win, win, and win situation.
