We had all agreed that last Saturday would be the night. Lady Luck however had different plans for us. Joe's memorial service was on Friday, the day before.

It was rodeo weekend. The whole town dresses the part for the weekend, like a huge western masquerade ball.We had bought tickets for all of us to attend, and picked up Wanda at her house in time to get good bleacher seats. I was still pretty teary from the Joe's service the day before.

Wanda was her normal beautiful self in her jeans and tight white knit shirt. The fabric clung to every curve of her body. Her nipples were resplendent in their white encasement, every tiny delectable curve visible. Her small butt swiveling in the Levis, every eye watched as she passed. Women of course had a different look on their face than the men did.

Rodeo is a great time for watching beautiful people. The cowboys are decked out in tight jeans that allow us women to appreciate their well-packed shape. Women respond by dressing to show off their bodies to best avail It is truly a weekend for sex. The machismo of the bronc and bull riders as they pit their comparatively measly bodies against the massive tons of animal flesh is a true testament to human perseverance Bulls can easily run to 3500 pounds. The fear that those bull riders quash just to get on the monstrous animals blows my mind.

The seductive bulges in their tight jeans pulls our eyes in that direction as they pass.

As we sat in the bleachers, me on one side of my husband, Wanda on the other, our heads swiveled as people passed, my husband scoping the women, Wanda and I following the men..I realizeed that I could not see very well. Everything was blurry most of the time

Wanda leaned over my husband's lap and handed me a hanky, Here Deni.

I looked at her quizzically.

Your tears are making your makeup run.

Hubby toke the hanky and helped me clean up a bit. I don't wear much makeup, but my eyeliner was apparently displacing itself.

As the evening progressed, I realized that the tears were running down my cheeks almost constantly. My cheeks became tender from drying them so frequently.

After the bull riding, hubby suggested we visit the beer stand and stretch our legs.

As we sipped our beer, Wanda put her arms around me. "Deni, this obviously is not the right time for our little party. Let's put it off for a bit until you are feeling better."

Hubby weighed in, "I agree, Deni. Let's wait until you can feel less sad, honey."

And like that the weekend that we have been planning evaporated

In the middle of the following week my short story about Joe was printed in a daily internet periodicall (DOMestic, ©, and it excited me beyond words. The incredibly supportive emails I receive from my net friends, and from the readers of the periodical lifted me out of my pain I gained several new intriguing net friends from those emails I treasured my many net friend's loving support as never before

By Friday of that week I was definitely feeling better. The news that one of my cyber lovers had regained some sexual sensitivity in his penis gladdened my heart so much that it overshadowed my loss. I felt good inside again.

We again set up the threesome with Wanda for Saturday night.

I picked her up at her place at 8 PM. She is gorgeous in her light yellow and pink flowered dress. By the bounce and jiggle of her breasts I can tell she wears no bra, and again I see no panty lines. The top is down in the Boxster, and in the late afternoon sun, her hair glistens with the sunlight. As she passes around my car, the sun behind her backlights her, and I see every curve through her dress. I feel myself moisten.

I squeeze her hand as she snuggles in beside me. Her fingers return the squeeze. We head for home and our rendezvous with destiny.

"Deni?"

"Yeah, baby"

"I've never been with a man.

I pull over to the side of the road. I put the car in neutral and put on the hand brake. I turn to look at her.

I turn to her, "Say that again"

"Deni, I have never had a man down there before. I'wanted you to know that before we got going. 'Please don't be mad, Deni!" Her face is pleading as she looks at me through tearing eyes.

"Oh, baby, I am not mad in any way. I just .after all of our lunches together .we talked so often about sex I thought you .You are a virgin, Wanda?"

I am lucky that I am already sitting down.

"I mean, Deni, I have touched a man, even had my boyfriend in my mouth a couple of times, but I never."

"Wanda, now think carefully for a while before you answer this .are you sure that you want your first time to be with my husband? You do not even know him, baby. Are you sure that you want him to be your first lover"

She starts to answer but I hold up my hand to her lips. "Think for a bit first baby, then answer. Lets drive up to the viewpoint before we talk about it again, OK"

She nods.

I park where we can see the green valley below, the whole town is bedecked with trees and green grass. The sun is low in the sky, and sheds gold onto everything.

I turn to her, "Honey, your first time should not be a lark. Your first time should be incredibly special. My first time was with my first husband."

"Yeah, exactly Deni, and he turned out to be a total shit. Right? So how was that so special, hunh?"

Well, she has me there. The sun of a bitch sold me to pay his gambling debts.

She continues, word tumbling out in almost frantic intensity "And I feel like I know your hubby from all of the times you have talked about him over the years of lunches. And I trust you more than I trust anyone. And I have met him, and he seems so nice and kind. And I love making love to you, Deni. And I want to be with someone I trust the first time, and that someone is you Deni. And I know that you will make sure that I am OK." She sits back in her seat, but her eyes beseech me for understanding.

We sit side by side for over five minutes, mute.

I take her hand again. "Wanda, baby, sex is a part of life. It sounds like you have thought this through. Look me in the eye and tell me that this is truly what you want as a woman."

She again leans forward "Deni, this is something I have fantasized about since over a year ago. First about you and me, but then as I got to know you better, and I see how much you love your husband, I started seeing all of us together. My fantasy always got in the way of my relationships with my boyfriends. I need to do this so that I can decide whether I want anyone else, Deni. Am I saying sense? I mean, I am twenty three. I want to be a woman. I want to be like you, full of life, not a dried up old prune like " The tears flow down her cheeks. I kiss them away in the late afternoon dusky gold arid air.

Holding hands and feeling an incredible closeness, we sit there watching the sun set on the greenish golden valley below,. I finally understand more of our previous night together and what it meant to her. I understand how much she had been giving even to suggest that we delay our threesome last weekend I understand how much she loves me; puppy love maybe, but honest feelings nonetheless She truly is a fine and wonderful young woman!

I dial my cell. "Honey, we are on our way. Get out some wine, cause we are going to have to talk a bit first OK, . I love you baby, OK, bye."

True to his conservative nature, my husband is fully dressed and the wine is on the table on the back porch. He has already poured it when we join him

"Honey, Wanda is a virgin." I have waited until he swallowed before speaking. Wine in the nose is painful.

"It isn't like it is a disease, Deni," Wanda's head is down in shame.

"Oh god, baby, I didn't mean that. No, baby, there is nothing wrong with it at all. I just couldn't figure out any other way of saying it. I am sorry Wanda. Forgive me?"

She nods. I recount our conversation on the viewpoint to my husband, J. He listens with his usual intense focus. As always, he does not interrupt. He sits back and caresses his wine glass for a few seconds, then sets it on the table.

He gets up, goes to Wanda, kneels, and looks up at her. His hand gently raises her chin until he is looking directly into her eyes. I can see her tears of embarrassment.

"Wanda, we do not know each other well. Would it be all right with you if we went bowling and we got to know each other before we make this decision?"

So we do. He has the worst night I have ever seen him bowl. My score is not much better. Wanda is a beginner, but almost beats both of us. We talk a lot. I notice that her nakedness under her dress is apparent every time she delivers her ball down the lane, as the light on the end of the lane are brighter than the area we are sitting in. Quite a crowd of men and boys is roiling behind our seats. Stillness descends on us each time she stands up to bowl. I do not tell her, because I cannot find a humane way.

But we do have fun. And J and Wanda get on well together. I can see her relaxing as she perceives his thoughtful gentleness.

We stop for apple pie on the way home, and both Wanda and I have it my way, in a bowl with milk. J looks at me and realizes that I have won another convert in our pie wars. He likes his with ice cream.

The house is dark when we return. I touch the switch that J has wired to turn on our mood lighting. One switch, and the house is ready for our love making. J puts his arms around our shoulders and tells us women to go do whatever women do to get ready.

We giggle our nervousness, and head down the hall. We agree we need to shower. I take Wanda's hand and lead her into my bedroom. As when she was here before, I feel that special thrilling intrusion into my sex life as I walk into my own bedroom with my intended extramarital sex partner. We help each other undress. It takes no time at all for Wanda, as she has only one garment on. As I unbutton her dress to reveal her exquisite breasts, I draw in my breath. In only a few days I have forgotten just how perfect they are. I lean forward and languidly kiss each hardening nipple. My fingers continue down the buttons until I see the swell of her mons in the soft light. I realize that she has also plucked herself bare, like me.

"I loved the way you felt, Deni, is it OK?

"Oh god, Wanda, you have, without doubt the most beautiful body I have ever seen." I hear the throaty quiver in my own voice. My wetness threatens to over power my ability to contain it. Amidst her gasp, I caress her there and feel her wetness on my finger tips as well."J loves it that way, baby."

Her shy glowing smile tells me how much she appreciates my vote of confidence. I think about how vulnerable she must feel right now.

I hang her dress next to mine, and feel that special intimacy that comes from seeing another woman's apparel in my closet, snuggling next to my garments.

I lead her into my bathroom

We shower, and this time I am ready for her frozen stature as she orgasms against my fingers as I wash her. She is so responsive to my touch that again I marvel at her abilities to become instantly orgasmic. I support her as I finish my ablution of her sex. She breathes again. She washes me there and smiles as she feels my copious wetness as well. I thrill beyond belief at her touch, shuddering just below my boiling point.

"Are you as turned on as I am, Deni? Feels like it!!!!!" Her grin is infectious.

"You can feel how wet I am, baby!" I grin in anticipation of the coming joys, as I think of how intensely my husband will cum when he has this delectable young woman around him. I suddenly realize that we have not talked about protection

Like she is reading my mind, Wanda says, "Deni, I want J to fuck me without one on, OK? I want his cum inside me. I am not in that part of my cycle, so I am safe. I double checked it just before you picked me up. Is that OK, Deni?"

Because I had a hysterectomy before J and I met, he has never worn protection with me. In fact, I realize that we don't even own any.

"Wanda, if you are sure, then it's OK with me. But tell J before we get that far. OK?"

"K." She has picked up a number of my mannerisms.

We each don a wispy cover from my lingerie drawer, and return to where J is seated, savoring his wine. His crotch immediately bulges in greeting.

J rises and hands each of us our wine glass. He toasts to "A fulfilling evening." We raise our glasses and giggle.

"Wanda is already one ahead of us, my Darling." His eyebrows arch in mock dismay.

"Wanda starting ahead of us, then? Was it delightful?"

Her grin is from ear to ear.

"Wanda," I say, "he is still dressed. Shall we wait for him or continue without him?"

"Depends on how long he takes to get nakey I guess." Wanda is ogling his bulge with lip licking intensity. J's face no longer exists to her.

I step up and delicately unbuckle his belt. His firm stomach is moving as he breathes hard. He is in a state of high anticipation.

Slowly, with exaggerated movements, I unbutton and unzip his fly, exposing his white bikini briefs. I turn to look at Wanda as I insinuate my hand inside to caress his bulging apparatus. "Wanda, do you want to feel this?" I winkle my eyebrows at her.

She hesitantly moves toward us and holds out her hand. I take her wrist and remove my hand from its place of joy. J is breathing very hard now.

I pull her hand toward the unzippered opening. I lightly push her fingers into the maw. I watch her hand slowly slip into his trousers.

Watching another woman's hand disappear into my husband's trousers is a mixed feeling. On the one hand, I am in a state of high sexual arousal. On the other hand, this is not my hand. It is the hand of another woman. A woman that could, potentially take my place permanently.

I look at J's face for reassurance. He is watching me. He reads my mind. He puts his arm around me and kisses me. "I love YOU, Deni," he whispers into my ear.

I am OK with this.

I stroke Wanda's back as her hand is slowly engulfed. I see the rustling movements inside his trousers. I watch as the shadowy hand engulfs his bulge, and strokes it, feeling it, measuring it, wanting it. Wanda's breathing stops as she goes rigid with her second orgasm. I support her as she recovers, her hand still in there, in heaven.

I reach around J and slowly lower his trousers to the floor. I lean forward and kiss Wanda's hand as she caresses her consummating cock. Her eyes are glued to her task. I hook my fingers in the waistband and slowly, ever so slowly lower J's briefs to expose first his pubic hair, then a few eternal seconds later, the base of J's cock. I stop there to allow Wanda to shift her hand to the real live flesh of her first impaling penis.

I hold her as she orgasms into rigidness again. I move her hand onto my husband's cock. It is throbbing and springs from its cage. Her rigidness does not abate, and we catch her as she passes out.

J carries her to our bed, gently laying her on the pillow. We sit, one on each side of her.

"God she is a beautiful child, Deni."

"Isn't she baby?"

"Is this harming her, this passing out like this?"

"It is called 'petite morte', baby, and no it doesn't do any harm. We just have to be careful to not let her fall."

I caress her firm elastic breast as she slowly returns to consciousness. The look of total peace on her face moves me to tears. She is angelic.

Her head swivels toward J's crotch. The look of lust returns. She gets up on her knees and again returns to the object she is wanting. I watch with bated breath as she again reaches toward his throbbing erection. Her hand encircles it before she again stiffens.

I realize that this may take a long time. Her highly orgasmic self does not seem to progress far before she is again overcome by her inner clenchings This orgasm is brief however, and she continues her caresses. I reach for her beautiful curved bottom. It is pointed directly at me and her charms are fully visible to me under her wisp of gown. I caress her firm buttocks and just graze her opening. I feel and see her react to my brief touch.

She continues to explore J's body. Her hands heft his sack and its contents, measuring and savoring the feeling. J's eyes are glued to her hand as it moves and manipulates him. I can see that he is close to cumming by the rapid throbbing of his organ.

"I have never actually seen one before," she murmurs, "it was always dark."

I move to J's side of the bed and kiss Wanda on her hand. "Baby, J is close to coming. Let's give a bit of a break, baby."

Her eyes look up at me, glazed, in a fog. "Oh God, Deni, I can't believe how turned on I am."

"Lie down, Honey, let us take good care of you."

J helps her move onto her back. I caress first one breast and then another as J moves between her legs with his upper body. I reach down and open her lips as his tongue approaches. He kisses her smooth hairless outer silkiness, then gently probes within with his wonderfully gifted tongue. She arches and goes rigid at his first lingual touch. He continues to stimulate, and she passes out under his loving ministrations.

He looks up at me with the most benign smile. His eyes are sparkling, and his eyes are so soft. "Honey, can you believe we are doing this?"

"Like a dream, hunh baby?..Like we are going to wake up and have morning breath."

He chuckles at my analogy "Well, I was thinking more like waking up and realizing I was alone and in a hotel by myself. But they both work, honey bun. I cannot thank you enough for letting me live this fantasy. Especially with a young woman that is this incredible.

"By the way, she wants you without a condom on. Good thing since we don't have any. She double checked her cycle and she is not fertile now. Is that OK with you?

"If you are OK with it, I am too. I cannot believe she is still a virgin. How do I do that, pop her cherry, baby?"

"Good question, baby. I guess we need to talk to her about it."

"About what?" Wanda is returning to consciousness.

"J is concerned about how to pop your cherry."

"What is that?"

That sets me back a bit. "Sometimes a woman has a piece of skin called a hymen across her vaginal opening, honey. In slang it is called a Cherry, a term meaning that she is a virgin. When you break it, it often bleeds. That is called popping a cherry."

"Do I have it?"

"I don't know, want me to check"

"Yes." I hear only a small hesitation in her voice.

"You sure? Me or J?"

"You Deni.. please."

I move to her side and slowly caress her hairless mons and lips to open her sensual flower. After about five minutes of gentle stroking, she is in full bloom. I ease my finger into her.

"Am I hurting you?"

"God no, it feels wonderful."

I meet resistance about two inches in. How could I have made love to this delectable creature for a night and not noticed this?

"Well, my dear, You do have an intact hymen. It may hurt when J enters you. Are you sure you want that?"

After a slight hesitation, she replies, "Yes. I want to feel everything about this. I want to be a real woman tonight. I want J's cock to be the cock that pops my cherry. If it hurts, that's OK. I want to feel it all." Her youthful smile is serene.

I look at J. He is not so sure that he is the right guy. "You OK with that, J?"

He takes longer to answer. "Wanda, are you absolutely sure that you want me to be the person that takes your virginity from you? Remember, that once you have sex, you can never be virgin again. Are you sure this is something that you are ready to lose?"

No hesitation this time, "Yes."

J looks at me again and shrugs lightly. I see the hesitation in his eye still.

"Wanda'" I say, "There is no need to move forward on this tonight, baby. Are you sure this is what you want."

"Why are you guys making such a big deal out of this? I am twenty-three years old. I have never met a man that I want to have sex with until I met you two. Yes, I want J to fuck me tonight. I want to feel what it is like. There is nothing sadder than the death of ninety year old virgin. Fuck me J. I want to be fucked for the first time by your body. Nobody else, you. I want YOUR cock to pop MY cherry, TONIGHT!"

That kind of said it all.

But we needed to get the mood back. It was kind of marginal right now.

"I'll get us some more wine, and I'll grab a video. Be back in a sec."

I look through the videos of J and I making love, and find the one of our weekend in Vegas. It always turns me on. I watch it often when J is out of town. Hubs helps me to get off as I watch. Good old Hubs has gotten to know that when I get a video from this box, I need his tongue.

He follows me back to the bedroom, like the well-trained dog he is.

I pop the video in and hit rewind.

I hand the wine glasses to my lovers.

The video starts automatically after it rewinds. I hear Wanda gasp as she sees J' cock enter me on the screen. Her eyes are glued to the screen as I have orgasm after orgasm as J pleasures me.

She goes rigid and we caress her back to the present. I suckle on her breasts as J removes her gown. His mouth moves to her sex. She again is rigid in orgasm, and he backs off before she passes out. Her scent and her response has made him hard. I reach for his rigid manhood and tug it toward her opening.

Wanda's eyes follow the tip of his enlarged organ as it nears her ripe and well lubricated opening. I see wetness beginning to emerge from her. I reach down and gently smear it around her lips, then place a finger on each side of her opening and spread them. I rub his turgid head up and down her opening, allowing it to dip within her on each vertical stroke. She provides the lubrication he needs, and it glistens in the soft light of our bedroom. My marital bed is about to welcome another woman into consensual sex with my own husband. I realize that I am not breathing.''

I look up at J and he is looking at me. I hesitate, then nod. His hips move forward. The head disappears into her. I see it stop at her blockage.

"Wanda, if you want me to stop, just say so. You do not have to give a reason or say anything else. Just say stop. OK?"

Wanda looks at my husband through glazed lust filled eyes, "Fuck me J."

One last glance at me and I see him tense, then he pushes gently and firmly against her. I see his cock pause and then leap forward. He stops immediately You OK baby?"

Her face is screwed into a contorted grimace. But it slowly relaxes as she adjusts to his intrusion.

"Wait just a minute before you go on in."

"You tell me when baby. No hurry at all."

Thirty or forty slow seconds tick by.

"OK, push into me."

Slowly in short slow strokes, my husband pushes forward, then with draws, then pushes forward again. He slowly disappears, push by push, into her as she starts to mewl. She goes rigid and I know she is OK now. I reach down to caress her mons and then her lips as my husband continues the slow loving strokes filling her, then emptying her, then again filling her. He is taking over ten seconds for each stoke, and I marvel at his control.

"God she is tight!" he mutters. "I can't take much more of this before I cum."

I push against his pubic hair to stop him. He rests and regains a bit of control.

Wanda comes back down, her eyes opening to determine why J has stopped stroking her need.

"I want to feel you come inside me J. Fill me with your sperm. I want to feel how that feels."

I remove my hand from his front, and he again fills her with his manhood. I can see her stomach rise and fall with his thick strokes. Her eyes keep shutting, then she forces them open to watch her first consummation. I can see that she is determined to remember each and every moment and movement.

I see J again reaching his limit of endurance, and I reach between his legs and caress his balls and asshole. I feel him pucker, and then he unleashes into her with powerful punishing strokes. I feel his balls spasming as they send their precious load of sperm into the womb of the woman they are intended to fertilize.

Wanda passes out in the midst of her fulfillment.

J slips out of her and I suckle his cock, tasting the incredibly saturating mixed juices of my husband and my first female lover. I revel in knowing that they both have fulfilled each other. I smile as I think of my beloved J having his lifelong fantasy come true here on our marital bed.

I smile as I think of my delectable and caring friend having her very first sexual consummation with my own loving husband. It is so entwined that I marvel at the complexity of it. J has performed exquisitely. And Wanda has been everything that my husband has fantasized about for all of those years. I am so satisfied with this outcome. Tears of joy flood my eyes.

Wanda takes a while to recover. We help her to the kitchen and I get out another round of apple pie. All of us sitting there nude seems so natural to me. All three of us, nude, in my kitchen, eating apple pie, after having had mind blowing sex in my marital bed. How did this come to be?

Wanda flicks a piece of apple onto my right breast. It lands just above my nipple. "Oops, let me clean that up for you Deni."

Her mouth devours my breast. I feel another bit land on my left breast, and then another mouth devours it, suckling and kissing me. Together they lift me up onto the table. My eyes close as I climb to bliss. I feel a mouth at my sex. The other mouth continues to suckle my breasts. A tongue penetrates me. It laps and circles me as it removes the accumulated wetness that has collected there.

I arch into those mouths. I loose any sense of time. I float in a sexual void until I can contain my orgasm no longer and explode against my lovers. They continue to pleasure me as I move from shudder to shudder. I vaguely hear my own screams. I cum for an eternity. I pass out.

I awaken in my bed, my loving husband on my left, my incredible female lover on my right. They are both caressing me. I feel their hands dueling to enter me. Both succeed. I feel their fingers reaching for my g-spot. One hand disappears and re-appears, on my rear portal. It enters me there. My legs are lifted and pushed to my shoulders. A finger stimulates my rectal cavity as a mouth joins it. I feel the hand inside my front filling me with more fingers, and the one in my bottom stroking my membrane against the hand in my front. I have never felt this sensation before. I feel liquid gathering. I feel my orgasm approaching. It arrives and I scream as I my body pushes against their intrusions. I hear the sound of water spraying. I hear them hoop and then laugh like crazy, I open my eyes and see a fountain of liquid shooting from my sex.

I pass out.

I awaken to feel the bed rocking. I look over and see Wanda astride my husband, her head back and her beautiful breasts leaping with each stoke as she rides him, moving vertically with great passion. My husband is grunting each time she descend onto him, then he flips her back into the air with his pelvis as she ascends, pulling her cunt lips up his cock, sucking hard I see her copious lubrication running down his shaft. She is screaming in lust. She slams on to him and I see her go rigid. I pull her gently to the bed then mount my husband's vacant rigid staff using her lubrication to allow me to bottom in one stroke. I work my cunt muscles on his cock inside me as I feel him twitch and spasm, throb and jerk. I know he is close, and I hurry to meet him.

He shoots into my spasming cunt as I feel rockets scream around me.

We collapse into a heap on our bed. Three bodies with their assorted legs and arms and heads that need to sort each other out. We settle into a two armed snuggle, Wanda on one side of J, me on the other. My eyes close and I am gone.

My eyes open to the knowledge that I have a mouth servicing me. My legs have been pushed up onto my shoulders again. I look between them and see my sexy female lover drinking at my fully open bar. Behind her is my husband fucking into her portal doggie style as she services me. I can feel each pounding stroke he makes into her as her mouth transmits the movement into my sex.

J's eyes are glued to her acts of servitude on me. His eyes are transfixed on the lewdness of our activity. I know that this is another of his fantasies, to see another woman eating me. He is in heaven. Wanda brings me screaming to nirvana. I hear J's grunting explosion into her as I scream in ecstasy. Wanda's voice of cumming is almost lost in our mutual arrival in heaven.

After resting, I slip down to check email and whatever may have come up overnight that we may need to deal with. Within minutes I hear the sounds of sex coming from the bedroom again. I hurriedly log out and return with the coffee I had started.

My husband has now entered Wanda from above and is furiously pumping into her swollen lips with his turgid cock. It is true that sexual activity begets sexual activity.

I stand there and enjoy watching their activities as I sip my coffee. I wonder how often this sexual nirvana can occur without problems. J fucks her for a long time this time, Wanda periodically going rigid for brief periods of time, then returning to mewl for his cock again, thrusting her self at his rigid sex with great abandon. Eventually she passes out once again. I see J give in to his orgasm and I see his sperm pump out around his shaft as he slows to a halt and then collapses on top of her.

I move to between their legs, and collect my favorite desert from her gaping flower. Wanda is truly full of cum, and she provides me with a refreshing portion of my favorite taste.

I suckle J until he no longer has anything left in him. I sit back and smile with the knowledge that this could not have turned out better.