Journal of a Journey - Book 113

I slept in a bit on Sunday morning and all was quiet when I woke up about 10-ish. Our bedroom door was not shut tightly and when I opened it I saw Suzanna lying there alone, asleep, so I left her and went down to the kitchen where I saw a note from Paul saying he hoped he'd been quiet leaving, that he had an early golf-game scheduled as the weather hasn't turned too cold yet. I wondered if she was going to be pissed off about that when she came down and saw it.

Anyway, she came down a little while later and we talked a bit about things. She shared with me she didn't know until later that night that he would be leaving early that morning. She didn't say how she felt about that but did say how they both felt about the freedom they felt around me. I recall that she asked me how I felt about how they'd been when they'd been on the couch earlier and I told her that it'd turned me on and that I knew she was enjoying it.

She told me what she'd talked to Paul about when they came out in bathrobes, that it was just as I'd suspected, that she thought that this would be how it might be when we're away skiing. She also asked me how I would feel if that were to be something they'd do, wandering around in robes, when they were at our house. Before I could answer she quickly added that the naked chase was out of line to push it in my face like that; that they wouldn't do that again.

I told her that I appreciated her honesty and that I didn't know if I could take their naked romp around the house as being something that goes on all the time but I did confess that I thought it was very erotic that she could feel as comfortable around me as she was with him when they were alone.

She asked again, "so it was okay both of us in robes and stuff?" and I told her that it would probably be okay and that he should just continue like they were and it would all be good.

The thing was, this conversation and the way she was talking was just incredibly rewarding and something that so pulled us close to each other and something that warmed both of us. She shared with me that Paul had NOT fucked her that morning before he left and she told me that she had let him know that she wanted to share any remaining horniness of hers with me, that make me feel good?!


Sex last Sunday afternoon was awesome. We 69'ed for a long time and she eagerly sucked my cock while I licked her pussy. She didn't tell me to hold back, and while it wasn't running out of her like a river or anything, it was obvious from taste and wetness that they'd had sex again the night before of which she eagerly shared details. I can usually tell her desire level from how she sucks my cock during foreplay, when she's just doing it for me, she'll suck me but just for a few minutes (she likes to feel my cock swell and grow hard in her mouth) but when she's into it she'll suck and lick at the head and then take as much as she can into her mouth; her hands will caress my balls and stroke my cock into her mouth. When she does that, it brings more pre-cum out of me and she says that is something that turns her on to taste.

I wondered if she was going to want to suck me off totally (to be honest, being able to lie back and let her suck me dry did appeal) but my horniness and knowing that I would surely get to fuck her overruled my being lazy and just lying there. To my surprise, she was incredibly responsive, just gentle caresses of her clit and licking the surrounding folds made her moan out loud and she put her hand on my head as she was really getting into it. A moment later I felt her legs tighten around my head and a flood of wetness gushed out of her as she came hard. It was more her own sweetness than anything else, it was just so beautiful to hear and feel her let go like that with me.

When her legs relaxed and I got up on my knees all I could think was that she had spread herself like this for Paul about 12 hours or so earlier and I had been watching. She looked just as radiant, revealed for me as if she had no qualms at all. She smiled as I looked at her with my cock so rock hard as I rolled on the condom with one hand and played with her pussy with the other. Seeing the hard nub of her clit standing proud, her pussy lips so swollen and spread wide apart was just so hot; seeing her open and wet and so obviously ready for and wanting me.

(She told me later that she loved knowing that she didn't have to remind me about using a condom now and that she could tell I had one on when she first felt my cock touch her. She also admitted she felt herself get even wetter when she recognized the feel of the 'rubber'.)

My god, did she feel good, even with the condom on there was just something so incredible about how she felt. So open, with virtually no resistance, just the incredible warmth, and feeling of being enveloped in silkiness. She was really into it, on my first thrust she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me in, even more, wanting to feel me grinding against her right away. She moaned at how my cock felt so different than Paul and when she said that her eyes opened even wider.

I'm still in heaven from thinking about it, how we fucked, and despite the horniness I had and her own desires, that we fucked for a while, a long while! We really got into playing our 'games', I'd pull out of her and we'd change positions; I would give her butt a playful spanking and told her she's been a 'bad girl' and she squealed in return. She teased me in return, calling her vagina, 'his pussy' (implying Paul) and again she would moan and with eyes wide would tell me she could feel my cock throb each time but that it didn't feel the same as his. What I do know is that the longer we fucked, the harder and bigger my cock felt and, certainly, the wetter and more into it she felt. Our words turned to moans and by the end she was obviously in the missionary position and holding her own legs back and eventually, just telling me, "harder baby, harder".

I was happy to comply and for a while there, it was just her and me, all thoughts of Paul and other stuff were gone from my mind and by the time we reached this point, all I could think about was her pussy and my cock. She was bucking and thrashing beneath me and I found it hard to believe she'd been fucked twice the night before.

Finally, we both felt it coming and she began to say, "oh yeah, come on baby" over and over and I knew she was getting close. It so spurred me on; I plunged into her harder and harder and she moaned more and more until, on rare occasions (especially these days), we orgasmed together. I say rare because for Suzanna, sometimes it's the feel of me or Paul cumming in her that triggers her orgasm but this time she was totally into it and I could feel her whole body as she came hard beneath me. A split second later I let loose and it was an alpha moment as I fucked her through my own orgasm leaving both of us lying there afterwards trying to catch our breath and feeling incredibly close.


It's been a few days since I last wrote, guess I've been busy doing other stuff but it's been a really nice relaxed week. Now the weekend's here and it started well.

We were close together in bed when we woke up together this morning and she snuggled into me into a spooning position. One of my hands settled in cupping one of her breasts while she pulled it close under her arm and we lay there. I kissed the back of her neck and she turned, arched her head and we shared a kiss. No, we hadn't had sex last night, not since Wednesday night. I could feel her through her thin night-shirt and could feel her nipple get hard in my palm as we lay there for a while; it was a nice way to start the weekend.

We made breakfast together when we did get up.; she cooked eggs and I took care of the bacon. Afterward, we sat around and enjoyed a cup of coffee out on our front porch, enjoying the warm weather. She offered to shower with me but at the same time, we both knew we weren't going to have sex today, not with her going to his place tonight. When I turned off the shower and opened the curtain she was standing there naked holding a towel for me waiting to jump in for her turn.

After that, we both dressed and stopped off at the local sub-shop and got sandwiches and drinks before going for a hike at a nearby lake with an overlook area that you can climb up towards. We had lunch in the upper 60's sunshine at the overlook and afterward we hiked around the back of the park and held hands like two teenagers, walking across the arched bridge over the streams that feed the lake, taking in the views and having several 'necking breaks' as we walked When we'd find a nice spot, she'd stand in front of me and I'd hug her as we both looked out at the scenery and every time she'd leave me with a hard on. I'm quite sure it made her wet too; she can be quite passionate when she wants to be!

And of course, we talked, it's so easy right now. She is really enjoying sex with him, they are very pally and even though they must have their 'moments' or disagreements, I never feel the tension or passionate intensity between them that I would surely see in a couple. As for the tickling incident that I witnessed, she's said to me since, it's not like they just sit there and either sit motionless or have sex together, she said they do pal around and that she does enjoy letting him chase her around his place.

We talked a lot about last weekend and she asked me, other than the naked chase, how I felt about them 'being the couple for the weekend' if we went away skiing together and whether I was going to be okay with them being like that. She said that it would be awkward any other way and admitted that she felt that last weekend and next weekend would be essentially warm-ups for how it will be when we go away.

She asked me how I would feel if she and Paul were to use the hot tub/sauna and Jacuzzi together (implying, without me) and I told her that I thought it would be tough and that I wasn't sure I was going to be okay with it all. She surprised me and said that "maybe I can just give you a blow-job again and that would help you out?"

I looked at her and said, "you'd do that?" to which she answered, "maybe...”

I asked her more and she said that she hoped she'd feel comfortable doing that around and in-front of Paul but that if I thought it would be something that would help me get through the weekend then she would be willing to try it.

Realizing what she was implying, I asked her "so that means we aren't...." and before I could say any more she said, "no honey, I mean I guess we could maybe after Paul leaves or something" and then she said it, " … I kind of wanted it to be like last year when I was just his when we were away."

She looked at me and said, "you said it turned you on a lot, last year baby, do you still feel the same way?"

I nodded yes.


I do understand that we are literally playing with fire at times regarding what we are doing. I know it is changing and Suzanna is finding herself having more desires and thoughts than she'd ever thought of having. We have had some talk; about "what more do you/I/we want" and she openly admits she is finding the sex with Paul to be really something that seems to drive her to want more and more. She steadfastly says that 'my enjoyment of it is still behind it all but she does admit that, now, (as I've long known) that even if I didn't want it, she would still very much want to have sex with Paul or whoever. This is nothing new as several years ago she already said that she feels she will likely always want a lover and I am okay with that … at least I am right now so that's what we are going with.

Do I understand why it turns me on? No. I mean I am aware of a lot of formative experiences and what we've done in the past it seems like it has set the stage, but who knows what. The undeniable point is that I like her having sex with him and I like the reality that it is her wanting it.


She surprised me by saying she was going over to Paul’s just a little bit ago. She's not staying over as she wants to do some shopping tomorrow and she said if she stayed over she'd likely wind up spending the whole day there which would wreck her plans

Before she left she took a call from our kids who confirmed they will be coming home after they have finished taking classes and finals at the end of next week; apparently there are also a number of end-of-semester parties scheduled which means they will not be home until late Sunday.

Straightaway after the call she asked me if Paul could come and spent next Saturday night with us. When I said yes she then modified the request and asked if I'd ever be okay with him spending 2 nights here, maybe Friday night and Saturday.

I asked her if she really wanted that telling her that it might not be the easiest thing for me as it'd be 2 nights that I'd be in the other room and it'd disrupt the whole weekend. She then put on her 'little girl unhappy face' and said it might be the last overnight she gets with him unless we either go away or until the kids go back to school almost 4 weeks later. What could I say, there really wasn't any way for me to say no?!

I kissed her goodbye and told her to have fun.


I think I'd like it if Paul and me could just be more comfortable when we're together. I certainly didn't care that he wore my bathrobe, Suzanna knows that and he does too. I was actually disappointed because had the naked chase not occurred, it might have been a different feeling and scene when they came down after they'd been together. I could actually see what she'd hoped for in some ways, to have had them come down and just hung around with me afterwards. I know it's going to sound crazy and certainly cuck-ish when I say that when we do go away skiing, that even now I am looking forward to lying in bed masturbating while I listen to them in the other room.

Why do I'd want to be there?

Maybe I want to see what I don't get to see very often, her being comfortable with him and feeling like she is with him.

Anyway, she's due home anytime now so we can get some dinner going, and then she's said that we can have some 'alone time' later before bed. I know all of this sounds crazy when I look at it in black-and-white, I have to say that sometimes I do see the other side, but I have to say that from the experience side of it, I am still very much enjoying it all and even looking forward to what things may bring.


What is the point of me going with them skiing? I can honestly say that I want to be there with her and with him and to see and be a part of it. I know it'll be painful at times to see and hear them, but at the same time, and I feel like a teenager saying this, I can't seem to get enough of her with him. Even last night, it just turned me on so much when she came home knowing where she'd been and yes, knowing that I'd maybe get to see or touch her (as I did) but that I wasn't going to get to have her. I really don't understand it but I loved lying there with her in my arms when she came home and snuggled up to me, yes, knowing her pussy was still wet from him. She felt my hard-on behind her and she smiled and she said she liked that I was turned on by it.


She saw Paul last night and again came home earlier than expected and we followed our Wednesday ritual. It is continually exciting to me to regale about how turned on I was seeing her take her clothes off and show herself to me.

It seems that I continually write the same thing week after week but without any sense of shame, I'll simply say that she looked radiant last night and that she had no qualms about letting me see all of her including where Paul left 2 loads of his cum inside her. She encouraged me to masturbate while I watched her finger and rub her pussy as she told me what she has done many times now, to just stay on the outside and not suck at her vagina too much.

I could feel my cock respond as she said that and I didn't last too long before I spurted out. She cooed in my ear how she loves to see how much I cum (implying that she loves knowing it is not inside her) and that she loves sharing what she does with Paul with me.


We've started to talk about us having more desires and whether we would continue 'exploring'. In a nutshell, she asked me whether I still had desires for more or different kinds of denial or other things. I had to admit to her that it was hard for me to talk about but that with us feeling like we are and where she's said that it's okay, I told her that I would only want more if it was also what she wanted; that my arousal continues to come from her being the one to want more sexually. (I didn't float the idea that perhaps if and when this infatuation with Paul is over, as it surely will one day, she had any thoughts about 'going Black'. I'll keep that prospect to myself for the moment).

She asked me how I felt that she might want more sexually with Paul and not with me and I told her that was part of what turned me on but I also emphasized that she and I still needed to have some kind of sexual interaction. As we talked she was the one to ask 'if Wednesdays were okay?' When I said that they were but not as something that I could see as being 'forever' she laughed and said that, "nothing is forever" and that, no matter what, she still wants me as her husband and partner.

That's one thing I don't feel threatened about at all, even with their naked-chase! I have never felt or heard or
exposed to any time when I thought they were perhaps too emotionally close. Yes, hugging and kissing before/during/after sex which is strange to say that I am somewhat used to now, but I didn't see (and I was looking) any clandestine longing glances or furtive moves, etc. No, they just seem like two close friends who fuck the heck out of each other.

Having said that, she did say that at times she would like to feel more with him and again she mentioned that sometimes when she goes from him to me and back to him, that she feels somewhat self-conscious and not liking how she feels.

The conversation did go towards her perhaps being more exclusive with him again, perhaps not as rigidly as our earlier playing with this, but she did say that she would like it if, sometimes, he were the only one she was having sex with for a while. When I asked, "how long is a while?" she hesitated at first until I asked her again and she just said "maybe a week or two or three".

This, obviously, led to a bit of a bigger discussion where I told her and admitted that for whatever reason, that idea just turned me on like crazy but at the same time, we both recognised we would be playing with fire. From her perspective, she was much more concerned about how I was going to feel if she wanted to deny me more at times and whether that was going to work for me … not.

In return I told her that I was concerned about her getting more emotionally connected with Paul as a result of all of this. Her response was very honest, she said that while she isn't 'falling in love with him romantically' she is feeling more physical desire for him and she said she hoped that didn't upset me too much to hear that for she is really really enjoying sex and 'all the fun that goes with it. She added as an afterthought it might be a bit of a phase she's going through but, "I've started to feel more of this recently".

I told her I could tell and she again apologized for being so in my face about it but I repeated that the idea did turn me on ...

… and that led us on to talking about the ski weekends and she was pretty clear that if they're together that they are going to be playful and I should tell her if I wasn't going to be comfortable with it. She did say that she 'didn't expect to be running around the condo naked all the time but at the same time she wanted to know from me whether I was going to be okay with it; she also emphasized that there would likely be no sexual contact with me.

I told her that was okay and asked her about when we would go away alone together and she said, " … then it'd be just like it always is with you and me having our fun together".


In our talking about more denial and all of that, we have become very open and honest with each other. As she'd said, she expects she'll want some periods of more exclusive time with Paul and we both recognized that if this was the way we both felt, this might continue to grow. However, both of us immediately said that nothing can come between us and that if either of us ever felt like our emotions toward each other were being jeopardized, that if either of us felt that way, we agreed we would stop, talk and re-evaluate.

Of course, there was the flip side of that conversation which was that we both recognized that talking about the future didn't do either of us any good. We both agreed that, like in the past, it works well if we continue to talk openly about what's going on, that when the time comes and her or my desires rise up, it will likely be something that seems comfortable at the time instead of awkward at trying to predict what will happen by talking it out ahead of time. In other words, 'what will be, will be, but I added that if she felt the need/desire to come to me to ask me for something more or different, that it'd probably be something that we were already moving towards, and that I would feel more comfortable about it seeing her wanting it then than trying to talk about it now.

All in all, it felt really good the way we talked and what was said but I got the feeling that she is a little reluctant to let herself go more with Paul and enjoy him more. Although I cringe at the thought in some ways, it also turns me on in others as I know there are sexual things that Suzanna enjoys that she doesn't seem to have shared or enjoyed with Paul … yet!

I haven't heard or seen signs of bondage play, no spankings or similar, and while Suzanna's not into (and likely never will be) anal sex I know that when we are together and it's a time for us (not her giving in and letting me have her) that she enjoys me fingering and playing with and even pushing a finger into her ass. In the year-plus I've seen them together, other than a playful swat on her butt, I’ve not seen any hints of this fetish shared with him yet.

Will this happen in year 2 of their relationship? Not sure but this is the longest I've seen her happy and content to explore things with another guy.


They closed the door to our bedroom about an hour ago after Suzanna came out to me and gave me a kiss good night. I am finally calm enough to try to write; I am still so buzzed from watching them over the last few hours (or so it seemed) really go at it. I don't know where to start or even what I'm thinking right now.


I talked to Paul while he was fucking her for the first time and it was really intense.

We started talking earlier tonight when I broke the ice and just came out and told him that I liked how he fucked Suzanna. He said thanks and I told him that it's taken me a while to get used to it but that I like knowing she is really enjoying it with him.

Earlier, they'd again gotten very comfortable on the couch in our den and when I walked in on them they were kissing and he had his hand down the front of her pants. Had I not known better, I might have thought that I had stumbled on my ******** and her boyfriend displaying teenage-behaviour from the furtive way his hands were and how sensuous her responses were!

She heard me come in and when she turned away from him she pulled her shirt down over his hand and her open jeans. He had his back to me but she looked at me and, just like a teenager caught in the act by a parent, said an embarrassed 'hi'. I guess that was when he realized I was there.

I don't know why, but she seemed a little flustered at my sudden appearance and she stood up and said that she was going upstairs, ".. to get ready".

I took the opportunity to tell him, once again, that I liked him fucking her and for a bit there our conversation got a bit more explicit.

He said thanks as I repeated and emphasized how I liked that she was enjoying it and I think he took that as an encouragement to make the same effort at this conversation as he responded with, "yeah, she really does".

I tried to hide how awkward it was for me to talk like this but I told him that I turned me on a lot that he seemed to be really good with her; that I liked how it felt between her and me. I told him that it has left me continually turned on about her to which he jokingly and more comfortably replied that he was happy to do so and he said what she'd told me, that she was 'ruining him' for other women.

I asked him (to see if he was joking or serious), "How so?"

He looked at me and said, "she is just so amazing in bed … " and then seemed to almost look at me like a close friend, confided and said, "Dude, and you want me to, you know, cum in her, it's just incredible!"

He never mentioned anything about me using condoms, instead when he heard me say 'yeah, she loves that' he answered that, "I've never ever had it this good …" and, after a second, added, "… and I appreciate that I'm the only one".

I swear he was looking at me for my reaction and what I would say. I just answered him honestly and said, "me too" which brought a huge smile to his face.


He must have told her some of what I'd said when he went up to her because when I came upstairs after hearing her cry out she looked at me and said, "I like what you told him" and then encouraged me to stay and watch him fuck me.

The vision of her and him on our bed with her looking just so ripe for him is something that I will always remember. He was again between her legs licking her, one of her hands was on his head guiding him to just where she wanted him and the other was holding her breast and pinching and pulling at her nipple. Her eyes were closed and as I watched she looked as if she was trying to hold back.

Even though I'd seen her so many times before naked, there was something just so beautiful about seeing her giving herself to him. It was truly amazing to see her responding to him and how she would rock her head back and forth while guiding his head. I'm not sure if he knew I was there or not but he had positioned himself so that I could see his tongue flick in and out and up and down her pussy and to see her tremble when he'd pause and push it into her open vagina. She looked so natural and so comfortable, at some point holding her own legs back for him and at others, her snaking her own hand down to rub her clit or tweak her other nipple.

Why do I love that so much, to see her like that, open and his? I love that he knows her so intimately. I haven't told him that in as much detail yet but I think I may as well do so given what we did talk about earlier (more than what I wrote above) went so naturally.

I must tell him that I just love that his fingers, his tongue and his cock all know her body so well. Thinking about it as I write, God, my cock is throbbing and aching and, yes, there is a HUGE wet-spot in my boxers. I don't understand it all but the strongest urge I had at that moment was to want to watch him fuck her and she didn't disappoint for she must have heard me because as I stood in the doorway she turned her head to me and said, "are you going to come over here and watch him fuck me". He lifted his head away from her pussy and, as I said being aware of what we had spoken about downstairs, as I sat on the edge of the bed told me that she, "... tasted great … and she is very wet like you said she gets".

He moved up onto the bed and knelt between her legs, she made no mind of me being right there and as he got in position she turned to me and said, "you can come closer and watch". She handed him a small bottle of lubricant and you cannot imagine is how erotic it is to watch him literally lube up his cock to fuck my wife! I just love how that sounds and the memory of seeing it is amazing, knowing what he was going to be doing in a moment, to see the big head on his cock visibly wet and lubed as was the rest of his cock

I wish now I could have had more guts to say something to him about how good his cock looked but I'm just not ready for that with him yet but here I can admit, I almost had an urge to reach out and feel if it was as hard and slippery as it looked!

A second later she was moaning and he was pushing it in her. It just happened, she pulled her knees back and as if it were nothing at all, he just leaned forward, rubbed a bit and then just pushed into her. She grunted and I watched him pause for a second and then, a second later, he just pushed forward, she let out a gasp and then he was in her. Fuck, my cock is so hard as I think about it.

What really got to me was that she looked over at me and up at him and ensuring (I'm guessing) that I could hear, she started to tell him what she wanted. I am sure she's done that with him before.

I'm hard again after closing my eyes and seeing it again, how he slowly pulled out and how she looked beneath him waiting for him. I can see it on her face, and on her body needing him back in her; fuck I love that. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy and slicked up again and, taking it easy getting the head in her, just push his way back into her as if it were nothing. She gave a gasp and then let out an 'ahhhh' to let me know he was back in her and after that, he was able to have her as he wanted.

I remembered that she had said that I should try to 'talk' to Paul more when I am with them in a way that compliments them. I wasn't too sure what I should be saying on such an occasion or sure of that's the right way to say it, but at that moment as the both of them started to get into it I said out loud, "I like you fucking her". I felt weird saying but Suzanna turned her head towards me and she mouthed 'I love you' and that seemed to make it all easier.

Paul didn't answer, he just seemed to grunt, so, as always, I tried to stay focused on him fucking Suzanna and after having said my piece, I moved back a bit to broaden my focus.

He's so much bigger than her physically, an odd thing to say given I am about the same size but it almost seemed like the first time I'd seen this perspective. With her legs pulled back it seemed his cock looked so big and it looked incredible to see him thrusting so effortlessly into her. Her arms were around his neck holding him close to the other side of her head and her legs splayed widely on each side of his shoulders as she would arch her back to push herself up more onto his cock.

It was scary for a second to see how he was fucking her like that but there was no doubt this was how she wanted it and she began to tell him, "harder; deeper!". It was so erotic to see but I knew what she'd told me about him not liking me to see me jerking-off and I thought it was good that I still had my clothes on as I watched. Had I been able to get to my cock out, cumming would have been obligated!

Once I resigned myself to just watching, it seemed to get easier and easier to think about the conversation thing. So a moment later when Suzanna's head turned to me I asked her, almost rhetorically, "looks like you're enjoying that?" She smiled and gave me this sexy 'mmmmm, hmmmmm' moan and, if anything, seemed to hunch herself downward on the bed beneath him changing the angle he was fucking her in so that I could have a better view.

Then it was his turn, he turned to me and said something like "sooooo nice....." to which it just seemed almost natural for me to say, "yeah, I know she is". Neither him nor I said a lot more to each other but she kept at it, moaning and such.

I honestly couldn't say how long I stayed there. At one point when I guess Suzanna felt we were all really good and comfortable with each other's company, she extended her hand out to me and I held it for a moment. I could almost feel how she felt just through her hand, how she'd tighten her grip and then when I'd see him thrust into her grip would loosen. It was when she let go of my hand completely I also knew what that meant.

Even writing it now, I can't possibly convey how horny and hard I am yet again at re-living it and thinking back to how she sounded and how she looked as she let loose with an intense orgasm of her own. I didn't say much more but as I saw her slide into that with him I did say, "make her cum" loud enough for both to hear me.

And did he ever. Her body shook and her head thrashed but more so, her pussy gushed her juices and each time he'd pull back it sounded wetter and squishier and I saw a small dribble ran down between her thighs as he kept going at her.

It didn't take long. Actually I don't know how he didn't let go when she'd cum earlier under him but now even I could tell he wasn't going to take long. I might have even said something from how firmly he would thrust into her had she not been moaning and telling him, "harder baby". And he did fuck her hard. At one point I heard him say, "is that okay" and she replied with something like, "nggggg, oh god yeah". And lest they forget me, I managed to say "yeah, go for it" but neither turned to me. Instead he kept going and soon, I saw the now familiar signs that meant he was cumming deep inside her.

I swear I wish that moment could last forever, there's just something so beautiful and incredible seeing her let go like that, knowing how intense she felt. She told me later on that it was just a blur to her, that once she starts to cum with him like that, that she sees and hears things but they are just background sounds. She said she felt almost funny telling me that when she cums like that, all she can think about is how he feels deep inside her.

I also knew what to expect after seeing her orgasm like that. Once she'd cum she relaxed and lay flat against the bed and arched her legs back for him … and that may even be the moment I love even more; I love that she does that for him. When we fucked last night and I was in her deep I told her that I liked that moment when I saw her go from the sex being what she wanted, to being what she wanted to give him. She blushed and said she hoped I understood that at that moment, it's all she wanted and could think about.

For a guy, I'd say Paul has an attractive body. Suzanna's commented that she doesn't like hairy guys and he is like me with some hair in the right places. When he's on top of her, it doesn't look gross or like they're mis-matched, no, he just looks much bigger than her physically but when he puts his arm behind her back and pulls her to him as he pushes into her, I have to say that it does look beautiful. When he cums, it's more his lower back and butt that gets into it. I watched him, his deep smooth and rhythmic thrusts becoming deeper and more urgent and she could feel it too as her moans increased in response.

Is it crazy that even now again I am so turned on by how in tune they were with each other, the way her cries increased in phase with his thrusts.; the way he pulled her down the bed just a bit more and now her hips were facing almost upwards as he continued on and in her.

In that position she started to squeal and I suppose tightened her pussy because just a moment later she let out a shriek and he pushed into her so hard pushing her down into the mattress where he just groaned out, "oh yeah, oh yeah,..... oh yeah". Maybe it was in my mind but I swore I could see his body tense each time he said that and the thought that he was cumming in her at that moment, I am going to say was almost as pleasurable as me cumming myself. The thought of him emptying his cum into her and then hearing her roar out loud and thrash around beneath him was just incredible to see!

I kept quiet and still as he leaned forward into her and kissed her passionately as he kept thrusting gently into her. Each time he did she'd let out a moan and her hips would shift a tiny bit until she couldn't kiss him anymore and she turned her head to the side and just moaned out loud as she wrapped her legs around him to keep him inside her as long as she could.

When they both stopped moving and were still I began to feel like a 3rd wheel with her kissing his neck and her hands on his back. I went to move and get up off the bed and she opened her eyes and looked at me. She smiled when she sensed that I was okay because I was smiling myself.

She nudged Paul to get off of her and she said to me, "you can look if you want" and motioned her chin towards where Paul was now starting to kneel back from her. I turned and he smiled at me and said, "yeah, sure, if that's what you want." As he pulled out of her he said, "wow, that was really great".

Her pussy stayed open when he pulled out and from the side I was on, I could see a big dribble of what had to be his cum began to run out. I knew she didn't want me to do anything with her right then so I just sat there almost motionless. As she felt the dribble start to run out she pulled her legs together and said, "okay baby , that's enough for now" to me.

Paul lay on his side and I guess he too was feeling more comfortable as he just lay there with his semi-soft and wet-looking cock just lying there on his thigh. He had one hand on her and would move from gently feeling her breasts up to play with her hair and back again. It felt so good to see her lying like that with him knowing how she felt at the moment, I know she wanted to feel close to him.

When she reached up and pulled him down for a kiss and I saw him pull her close I knew it was time for me to go. She's told me many times of what they do together after that moment. Sharing how good it was with each other; kissing and feeling each other. She said she likes to feel his softened cock and that she will let him finger her wet pussy. I suppose they may go further, it wouldn't surprise me if she used the word love in there; not necessarily loving him, but surely loving what she shared with him.

I had such a hard on leaving them that it was good when she came out to me a little while later. She had just a loosely tied robe on (I think it was tied) and she hugged me with a passion that left me no doubt about what she was about to say, that she loved me and loved that I had said something to them while they were fucking and loved me even more for letting her have this fun.

We kissed again and she again told me that, "tomorrow will be your turn baby".


I am going to cum if I keep on writing right now.

I need a break for a moment before I lose my train of thought.

Perhaps this might be a good moment to find and start a new book!