A good few summers ago, Jason was visiting us over the weekend. He and I spent Saturday afternoon making home-made wine, and boozing. After our evening meal we put the kids to bed, then the three of us sat around the TV with another bottle of wine to watch a soft-porn video. We were pretty relaxed by now, and comparisons between the bodies on the TV and Carole's were made, mostly to the effect that none of them had tits as good as hers (a natural 40DD). It had been a hot day, so after the video was over I went for a shower and returned wearing a dressing gown (bathrobe), then Jason had a bath. While he was out of the room Carole & I cuddled. In order to better fondle her lovely big tits, I undid and removed her bra. This was easy as she was wearing a soft low-necked gypsy-style dress which was soon off to her waist - and being a bit randy owing to the drink and the after effects of what we'd watched, she helped, even though she knew Jason would soon be back. She wanked my cock which was protruding from the dressing gown, and started giving me head. Then we heard Jason on the stairs. Carole quickly went out to the kitchen for snacks and to cover herself, although her bra was now behind the settee (couch, for those in the U.S) and I covered my stiffy. Jason sat at the other end of the settee from me, both of us now in dressing gowns. When Carole walked back into the room with the food the movement of her unfettered boobs was obvious. In any case, as the light caught her they could be clearly seen through the thin material of her dress. She sat on the settee in the space Jason and I had left between us, then leaned forward to sip her drink. Putting my arm around her I slid down the shoulder band of her dress to below her elbow, exposing the breast nearest Jason. The dress caught under that breast, and pushed it upwards showing it off perfectly, with the nipple flushed and fully engorged. I stroked it gently for a moment, then took Jason's hand and put it, first on that bare breast, then on her other breast over the material of the dress. Needing no more encouragement, Jason pulled down the dress on that side and out popped her other titty. Gently, Jason started to massage the large, round, soft orb, teasing the nipple by rubbing his palm lightly over it in a circular motion. There was no resistance - just giggles from Carole, sitting there with both breasts out like a tart in a Roman orgy. After him playing with & sucking on each booby for a couple of minutes, we slid her dress sleeves off of her arms baring her to the waist. My cock was by then again fully erect, poking out from the dressing gown, so I put her left hand on him, then took her right hand & put it on Jason's tackle, which was in a similar state. I saw that his cock was about the same size, but whereas mine is circumcised, his was not. So, I thought, a bit more variety for Carole. We carried on playing with her torso for a minute or two whilst she stroked our pricks. She seemed fascinated by the way Jason's foreskin could be manipulated. Soon we stripped off her dress completely, leaving her wearing only her transparent and by now damp briefs. They were soon off, but as we moved our heads to her groin, she told us to be patient, as she needed a shower as well. Whilst she was upstairs, we gently played with ourselves and each other. Not too much - we didn't want to spoil anything - just enough to keep our pricks at attention. I put on another, harder, video to help things along. After ten minutes, Carole reappeared wearing her lace negligee. She had on nothing else except Opium perfume, which she knows really gets me going. Her body was not hidden by the lace, just made more alluring. After standing, bending, and walking around the room for a short while on the pretence of clearing up, but really to give us a good look, she came and sat between us again. She drained her now refilled glass, then laid back while we played with her body. When things were getting to the point where some serious acrobatics would be required - I was kneeling in front of her with the tip of my knob in her cunt, and Jason was trying to keep his prick in front of her face for her to lick and suck his glans - she suggested we'd be more comfortable upstairs. So up we went, she in front and us close behind, groping anything that we could reach. After that my memory is hazy because so much happened. I wasn’t taking notes, that’s for sure. I remember screwing her while she gobbled Jason until he came in her mouth; then being given the same treatment while Jason took her doggie fashion; and both of us sucking her clit and making her come over and over again. I remember a one-to-one fuck, followed by me going downstairs to make coffee while Jason was having her for the third time and I recovered (after all, we had been drinking). And I remember waking up at dawn and each of us having her again before Jason went downstairs to his sofa-bed before our kids woke up. Then we went to sleep until hungry children brought us back to reality. When we got up my prick ached from the abuse it had taken, and Carole was having trouble walking on wobbly legs. She told me on the following Thursday that she'd only just lost the sensation of having a prick inside her all the time. We saw a lot of Jason for a while after that, and our sex life has never been better - for all three of us - until he moved abroad with his job.