Long before I discovered the joys of cottaging and cock sucking I was in a long term 3some with two very close friends, Angie and Doug. My wife and I met them on while of holiday in Greece and they have remained friends ever since. In those early days the thought of sex with either of them never entered my head especially with Angie, though she was (and still is) very attractive and vivacious, one just didn’t fancy friends. It just wasn’t done. There sexual honesty threw us both at first and it was through Dougie that I discovered that it was still okay to wank after the age of 16. I thought I was only man still doing it in the universe. And then I discovered that women masturbated too. At that the age of 24! (My wife never admitted it until later in our marriage that she wanked!) Dougie said casually one night in a pub that he used to have a ‘Barclays’ most mornings when he woke up. (‘Barclays bank’ for those who don’t cockney rhyming slang for ‘wank’.) and ‘she’ (as he called her) always used to have another wank after they’d has sex as she was a two orgasm woman. I remember one day ringing up late in the afternoon to arrange a game of darts with Dougie. When Angie answered she giggled. I asked what was wrong and she said she was just about to have her afternoon fun. Her daughter was in the sitting room watching Blue Peter and she was in the bedroom with her hands down her jeans playing with herself. I should have known then that things might develop but didn’t think anything of it at the time as that’s how honest both Angie and Dougie were. Slowly over the years Dougie and I became sexual confidents. We would share fantasy’s and experiences, though as he’d more than his fare share than me of shagging other girls before he was married. Once when we were out drinking Dougie drunkenly said that he loved his wife so much that the thought of her with a another cock in her gave him an erection, at the time what he said shocked me as it was a really odd thing for him to say as he seemed at that time the possessive and jealous type. That was until one autumn night. My wife was away and the three of us went out for a drink. This was not unusual as I'd been out with them on my own before when the wife was away on business and nothing ever happened. The routine normally was we’d go down a local, get a bit pissed, order a Chinese take-away, come back to the house to drink more and eat the Chinese. Then they would go home. This time we went for a drink with mutual friends, which turned out to be a bit boring, so we came away from the pub. The plan was for Angie and Doug to drop me off and go home. Off course that didn’t happen and they came in for a nightcap. We got pissed. (Angie more so than us two.) Chat got around to work and stress. Dougie said that when he got stressed out Angie used gives him a neck and shoulder rub to relieve the tension and suggested that she gave me a massage. I got a chair out placed in front of the sofa and sat down. Angie set to work. This was my first massage ever and didn’t expect what happened next. I got aroused. To say Angie has a nice touch is and understatement. Dougie noticed my discomfort at the pleasure I was getting from his wife’s attentions and smiled. I didn’t know what to do and made and excuse to the loo for a pee. I came back down from the bathroom and Angie was on her way upstairs to have a piddle too. Dougie said he was wanted one also and followed her up. I sat down on the sofa assuming the massage was over but when the couple came down stairs again Angie said she hadn’t finished yet. I said it was okay and happy with what she’d done but she insisted. I sat down in the chair again and she began to press her fingers into my neck and shoulders. Doug sat down and watched. A bell went off in my head and thought ‘Hello, Hello’ and decided to go with the flow. Angie worked her fingers around my shoulder muscles and began to move them around to the front of my chest. I looked at Doug and he just smiled again. I then noticed that besides an erection forming in my own pants there was a shape growing in the front of his jeans. Now leaning over my shoulders, with her tits rubbing against my back, Angie’s hands now moving lower down from my neck towards my chest and then of towards my stomach and groin. I was now bulging but didn’t whether to adjust myself just in case I’d got the whole thing wrong and had misread the situation. Angie was now around the front of me and on her knees. He fingers were encircling my bulging cock without touching it. I looked over at her husband who was now rubbing himself through his jeans. Angie started to unbuckle the belt of my trousers and undo my flies. I stood up and pulled down my trousers and sat there in my boxers, cock rigid but still not exposed. Thinking I could feel Angie’s tits I went to touch them but she pulled away with a firm “No.” Angie then pulled to front of my pants down and my cock flopped out. She touched it gently touched it then began to slowly wank me off. Then she fainted! Yep. The excitement was too much for her. Doug and I got up, (me still with my trousers around my ankles and cock still hard as a rock,) we picked Ange up and put her on the sofa. It was then we noticed the dark stain around the crutch of her camel coloured trousers. There was a damp patch that was reaching half way down to her knees. Angie was soaking wet. At first I thought she’d wet herself. But it wasn’t pee in was ‘love juices’ (A new phrase to me at the time.) Dougie laughed and commented that she’s a very wet girl when turned on and the fact she wasn’t wearing knickers under her trousers made it look worse. Writers note: Dougie disputes this version of events and said that his wife fainted later in the proceeding after giving my cock a ‘noshing’, something he’d never experienced with her but didn’t get upset as it only added to the thrill of seeing his wife sucking another man off. The next thing that happened really shocked me to say the least for Dougie had never shown any bi tendencies before for he told me to sit down and then proceeded to wank me off himself. (He says he sucked my cock but I can’t remember that.) I came almost immediately at his touch. Spunk was everywhere, it was all over the carpet on the settee. I went quickly to the kitchen to get some kitchen roll. When I came back Doug was sat down with his trousers around his ankles with his cock in hand wanking. Doug’s was the first hard cock I’d seen since I was an adolescent. His cock, which I’ve got to know over the years, is uncut. Mine is circumcised. The foreskin covers his dick from top to bottom even when he’s erect. Again Dougie said I sucked him off but I only remember taking over the wanking for a bit. Dougie then took back control of his stiff dick and soon came in gloops over his thighs and the sofa. Angie watched all this is a complete daze. After a few dizzy minutes the couple got themselves together and went home. I thought it was a one off and down to drink. Wrong. I got a call at work the following day from a giggling Angie. She apparently came around properly in the car on the way home and the realized how wet she was. On the way home she had a wank and when they did get in bed they had a mad fuck. I asked Angie what had changed that night. She explained that when she went for a pee, and Dougie followed her, he’d asked here how far she wanted to go as he was happy for her to give me a wank. What he didn’t bargain for was that she had in mind to give me a blow-job and was a bit shocked when she told him that was she intended to do but fainted instead. Angie also told me that she wanted to suck me off as it might be the only time she would get the opportunity have another mans cock in her mouth and decided to go for it. She did add that the drink helped. Dougie later said to me that seeing his wife have sex with another man was the furthest thing from his mind when we came home from the pub. It was only when he saw me getting aroused from the massage that he thought that things might happen. In both conversations with Dougie and Ange, the fact that it might happening again was left open. It did, as a few weeks later I arranged to pay a visit to their house on a Friday night. Dougie wasn’t there when I arrived at their West London masionette as he was still at work. Angie and I sat in nervous anticipation. She had got dressed up in stockings, suspender, a short skirt and see though blouse and no bra. I could just make out a trace of her nipples. We didn’t know what to do. Angie said that she needed a pee and wanted me to watch her having one. Being watched while having a piss was something she had fantasized about. The maisonette was a converted Victorian house, so the loo was just beside the living room. (This was an era of no rules and regulations) Angie went into the toilet, hitched up her short skirt to expose her stocking clad legs, squatted over the loo and started a long piss. I crouched down so I could see the pee streaming from her fanny. It was a wonderful sight and the first kinky thing I’d ever been involved in. (It was also the first of many of Angie’s kinky experiments which I will describe later.) We then sat down on opposite sofa and just chatted about the first time. All the time Angie was crossing and uncrossing her legs giving me a glimpses of her fanny. The door went and it was her husband. Doug was quite flushed and you could tell he had excited as he had a lump in his jeans. After greeting myself and his wife, Dougie made and excuse and left the room. I assumed he’d go get changed from his work clothes. I sat down again opposite Angie and she continued to give me flashes of her fanny. She then opened her legs and left them wide apart. She pulled her skirt up a bit and there it was, full on view. Her wonderful glistening wet vagina. Angie’s pubes were trimmed as her and Doug had been experimenting in shaving each other’s genitals. After letting me have a good look Angie got up and kneeled down between my legs. She then reached up and took my head gave me a deep tongued French kiss. I was a bit startled by this and asked if it was okay for us to snog, (which is weird if you think about as what we about to embark on, kissing was very tame.) Ange said Doug wouldn’t mind. We then embarked on a passionate snog. (To this day she’s the best kisser I’ve ever met.) Angie slowly undid my trousers and pulled them down to the floor and started to rub my cock through my boxers. Finally she pulled them to one side and exposed my throbbing cock. Again I thought I was going to spurt. Angie still didn’t touch my dick. Using the tip of her nails she touched all around my pubic area. Gently scratching my balls with her finger tips. My cock had never been so erect or hard. Then without touching it with her hands she took the helmet of my cock in her mouth. Angie slowly put her mouth further and further down the shaft of my prick until she had all in her mouth. Not quite a deep throat but still a long way in. Angie took her mouth away and a lent up and kissed me deep again and went down and started to give me the best blow job I’d ever had to that moment. It was then I caught sight of Dougie. He was looking through a crack in the door. He saw me looking looking and showed himself. He was standing in the doorway, prick out and his jeans down by his ankles, wanking away. If I was in heaven so was Dougie. He then came into the room and for a better look. He then took hold of Angie, maneuvered her so she was on all fours but still with my cock in her mouth. He pulled up her skirt and opened the cheeks of her bum and put his cock in her fanny and started to fuck her. All the time he was calling her a dirty cow and in between sucks she admitted but didn’t care and she was enjoying sucking my cock and generally making remarks on his manhood. ( I didn't quite get this at the time but i learnt later that it was only role play.) Angie stopped and then accused us of being two dirty boys, (Again I thought she was serious.) Angie said we both needed to be tied up. (Another one of her fantasies) She left the room and came back with two ties and put our hands behind our backs and bound us up. She then proceeded to suck us both off but was spending more time sucking me than Dougie. (Writer's note. Dougie’s recollection of events was that he was the only one tied up and had to watch while I fucked his wife in front of him.) Dougie then said that knew she only wanted one thing and that was my cock up her fanny. Angie agreed and untied us and then went on all fours again. Dougie got up and positioned her bum in front of me, took my cock and for the first time guided it into his wife’s fanny. Angie was dripping wet. I proceeded to fuck her with Dougie positioned just behind me looking at my cock going in and out of his wife's cunt. He then wanted her to lay on her back so he could her see her with her legs wrapped around my back and my balls slapping against her arse. This fucking went on for a bit and I was finding it hard not to ejaclulate and pulled out my cock from Angie's sopping cunt. Dougie was near the brink also and asked Angie where she wanted my spunk. She said she wanted to taste it, Angie turned around her arse to face her husband. Angie took me in her mouth as Dougie put his cock in her fanny. This was a ‘spit roast’ long before the cliche was invented. We started up again but it wasn't long before Angie’s moans started getting louder and louder. I couldn’t hold on any longer and I started fill her mouth with spunk. Angie started to have a long and deep orgasm. Doug started to spunk at the same time. As I said before he is noisy ‘cummer’. I thought he would bring the house down. We all collapsed in a sweaty heap on the living room floor. Angie and Doug kissed as he wanted to try a spunky kiss. She then kissed me and I could taste my warm spunk. The carpet was a mess with a mixture of cum and juices that was dripping from Angie’s fanny. After a cup of tea Angie said she was going to have another orgasm and went off to bed for a wank. Dougie turned on the TV to watch then news and I went home. More to come…..