"I have some friends coming this weekend." Paul told me.

"It will be nice to meet your friends." I replied lying close to his warm body and feeling damp between my legs.

"They are very close friends." He continued cautiously.

"That's nice."

I remember him being very careful when he answered. "They slept in this bed last time they stayed…..with me."

"With you?"

"Sharon and Bob. I made love to Sharon."

"You mean …" I had no words to ask the question.

"We had sex together."

"I see." In truth I did not see. I knew what he was telling me, but I did not really understand the implications.

"I can pay for a hotel, unless you would like to meet them?"

"When you say meet, you mean sex?"

"No, I mean meet."

"Just meet?"

"Then what?"

"Then it is up to you."

I remember hugging him. I still don't know for how long. He just held me.

"Do you do it often? Meet them?"

"Every couple of weeks."

"I have been here five weeks."

"I cancelled their last visit."

"Because I was here?"

"Yes."

"Do you still want me to be here?"

"I want you to stay."

"What will Bob want?"

"He will probably want to make love to you."

"Do you want him to?"

"That is not the question Mo. The question is do you want to and if you don't, do you want to go to a hotel."

I fell silent again.

"When are they arriving?"

"3 o'clock tomorrow." Paul said simply.

"So they are just meeting us?"

"That is all."

Saturday Paul was very attentive and understanding. He made lunch and washed up. 

I do not know what I expected, but Sharon and Bob were normal. I would not have thought anything of them if I saw them in the street.

Bob was kind of attractive. Sharon was totally relaxed. I don't know what I was feeling. I was drinking wine too fast.

"Mo, don't drink so much. There is no need to get drunk." Paul whispered.

"Sorry."

Sharon took me into the kitchen.

"Are you OK?" Sharon asked me.

"I think so."

"How did you come to move in with Paul?"

So I told her about cheating on my husband and the arguments we had.

"Paul and Bob are nice men. Bob likes you."

"Does he?"

"Yes he does. Do you like him?"

"He is nice."

"I think so." Sharon informed me as she opened two buttons on my blouse and folded it back showing my cleavage. "That looks better."

"Does it?"

"It does." Sharon confirmed showing her own cleavage.

I think I was blushing when we returned to the men. They did not leap on us. Part of me wanted Bob to just have me, get it over with.. The other part dreaded the thought of just having sex.

Sharon took Paul's glass from him. She pushed a finger between his shirt buttons and looked at me. She was daring me.

For some strange reason seeing Sharon touch Paul was exciting and thrilled me. I watched Paul looking down at Sharon as I touched Bob on the chest. Paul and Sharon kissed softly.

Sharon opened Paul's shirt. She was doing all the work. Bob was not pushing me to do anything.

"Would you like to take Bob upstairs or shall we all go?" Sharon asked.

The question was expected but still shocked me, what shocked me most would I take him, not would he take me upstairs. It shocked me so much I just said "yes"

Sharon let go of Paul. "Lets get them to bed Mo."

Sharon took her top off and I followed.

"I think I'm jealous, Mo." Sharon declared.

"Jealous?"

"Of your boobs."

"They are nice Mo." Bob confirmed.

"Nice boobs on a nice person." Paul added.

Sharon dropped her skirt and the men removed their trousers. I knew what was expected. I avoided looking too low and exposed myself. Bob kissed me, I did not want to look at it, but I could not avoid appreciating it hard and hot against me.

Sharon sat on the bed and sucked Paul. I could not take my eyes off that. Not because I liked it, because I wanted to know what we were all doing. I did wonder if I looked like that when I did it.

I did feel Bob. He appreciated that. I kissed Bob and alternatively looked at Sharon and Paul, all the time rubbing Bob. I remember thinking 'what am I doing' and should I be jealous. Then I thought I had cheated with Paul on my husband, why should I be jealous of Paul cheating on me, but he was not cheating was he.

I felt Bob's hands on my breasts. I was looking at Sharon doing what she was doing when Bob touched my pussy. That was all I could stand. 

"Have me." I pulled Bob onto the bed. I said it before I thought about it. I could not understand why Bob pulled away from me, then I knew he was putting a condom on. Then he had me. 

Paul was not having Sharon.

"I'm sorry!" I blurted out thinking I went too far.

"I just want to see you enjoying it, keep going." Paul told me.

Sharon put a condom on Paul as her husband had me. I cannot describe what I felt as Paul had Sharon. Relief he was doing it as well, thrill that I was doing it, embarrassment, no not that. I knew it was wicked.

I remembered finding a DVD my husband hid and playing it. I was horrified when I saw a group of men and women, now I was doing it.

I came twice before Bob left me. I was thinking about what I had done when Paul came to me and he had me. The man who had just had me was now having his wife next to me. Before I could worry about what I should be thinking I came. How could I do that? How could I enjoy it? I did enjoy it.

They both came, then Bob gave me oral. I was enjoying that, but wondered how he could enjoy doing that with Paul leaking from me. Sharon and I came and they hugged us.

We had dinner, I never went to a hotel, I let them take me back to bed for the night.

I noticed Paul and Bob wanted us all the time, but it was Sharon who controlled when they had us, almost without saying anything. It was a skill I would learn.