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Jodie and I were about 3 or 4 years into our relationship when an Australian mate wrote to say he wanted to come and stay with me for 4 weeks. I had first met John when we both worked temporary jobs in a department store and had struck up an immediate friendship. I hadn't seen him for at least 5 years but we had kept in touch with the occasional letter - this of course was way before email and skype!

John was a really nice guy, he was fairly quiet, even a little reserved (yes, reserved Australians DO exist!), but you could have a good conversation and a good laugh with him. He would also listen when Jodie spoke - over the years I've often noticed how men like to dominate conversations when in the company of a woman or women, rather than sit back, listen and then contribute. Anyway, the point being, John was easy to get on with, Jodie liked him and enjoyed his company.

Jodie used to come over for the weekends, and during those times we hung out as a three - it was relaxed and seemed perfectly natural. John being there didn't change Jodie's routine of never wearing clothes come evening time, rather she would put on a short white towelling gown with nothing on underneath.

I had just bought two, two seater sofas which I had arranged in the corner of the lounge at 90 degrees to each other, with a square table in the corner. My regular seat was next to the corner table, Jodie always sat to my right and John always sat on the other sofa, also next to the table.

After 2 weeks, John went up to Scotland for a week, to visit some family. When he came back from Scotland, I noticed he'd now sit in the seat furthest from the table, therefore sitting diagonally opposite Jodie. Being the sort of person I am I had to understand why this was, and I could only come to the conclusion he was positioning himself to get a better view up Jodie's short dressing gown. The sofas were very low and I reckoned he got a good show every time she got up. At this point in time Jodie didn't shave or even trim, so she was sporting a pretty thick bush, so it was pretty easy to spot.

Privately I had mentioned this to Jodie, and we'd had a bit of a giggle about it, I think after that conversation she would get up and down even more often.

It was John's last night before returning home, we went to pick up Jodie from work and stopped off for one drink at a pub on the way home. Then we drove home and went straight in to the pub a few yards up the road, we had a good few in there before walking home via the off license.

When in, Jodie went straight to the shower, John and I sat down and opened the bottle of Vodka. After a while Jodie joined us and we were guzzling down the Vodka and Cokes at a fair rate of knots. In the background we had the TV on, there was some banal show on whereby this woman was trying to identify her partner by seeing, for example, five different ankles behind five different little doors. Now half pi$$ed, I jokingly suggested that it would be a far better show if they would blind fold the woman, bend her over, and see if she could identify her partner having felt the five various cocks up her pussy.

OK, not that funny but after the amount of drinks we had consumed, it seemed hilarious. When the laughter died down Jodie said it would be too easy, John said she'd never be able to tell - then a funny thing happened, John got really vocal, uncharacteristically so, even allowing for the amount he'd drunk. So there was the two of them arguing over whether it'd be easy or hard to win at "Who's Cock Is It", as my new show had now been named.

Anyway, the argument continued and changed from a generic argument to a specific one, with Jodie saying that SHE would be able to tell. Well, this was only going to get cleared up one way, and I honestly can't remember if it were me or Jodie who said we'd have to try to see who was right!

I'd never seen John so excited, once he'd worked out what was going to happen he was like a dog with a bone, and it seemed he wasn't going to let it go. He organised me into finding a blindfold for Jodie, and near dragged Jodie over and stood her facing where he'd been sitting. I picked up a pair of tights that had been drying on the radiator and put the crotch part over Jodie's eyes, then wrapped the legs around her head a couple of times before tying them off. Then we both got hold of her and made her kneel on the sofa and then bent her over. I pulled her legs apart and rested her arms on the back cushion of the sofa. It collapsed a little which had the effect of lowering her shoulders and pushing her arse up, nice and high.

I lifted her dressing gown up over her back, there was a sharp intake of breath from all three of us. I felt between her legs and she was soaking, I looked at John and said "feel that", he didn't need asking twice. We were still all giggling and having a laugh, whilst John was thoroughly 'preparing the contestant' I stripped off. I was the first one in, and Jodie correctly identified my cock. John stripped off but left his socks and his unbuttoned shirt on -
whether it was our hands, our voices, the feel of John's shirt or indeed our cocks that gave it away, Jodie got it right every time. John and I were taking it in turns with just a few thrusts each at a time. At some point, Jodie shouted to John not to come in her. We sort of took that as cue to announce her the contest winner.

She rolled over on to her back dislodging the blindfold, which was now acting as a sort of loose hair band. I will never forget how beautiful she looked as she lay there, the dressing gown was still on but fully open, her legs were wide open, John and I were both standing there looking down at her - I could see she was in a high state of sexual heaven.

She told me she needed me back inside her, which I was in a flash, she beckoned to John to kneel on the sofa arm to her left. She was left handed so was proficiently wanking John whilst rubbing her clit with her right. We all pretty much came at the same time, Jodie was normally loud, but on that occasion I was worried the neighbours were thinking she was being murdered, in some very nice way!

John, shot his load, which managed to completely miss Jodie, and went all over my brand new, very expensive sofa - oh well!

The funny thing is I never heard from John again, and I've often wondered if he had another go with Jodie in the morning and felt bad about it- I had to go to work and left them at home on their own - either way, it was a great memory that I cherish and hope you will enjoy too.