[Saddledrifter]

A friend of my wife and I recently loss his wife to cancer. Bill and his wife had been married forever, and he was taking her loss hard. We used to get together on a regular basis with Bill and his wife. I told my wife that Bill needed us now more than ever, and that we should have him over by himself. She readily agreed. So the big evening came, and Phil showed up with a bottle of wine. We all downed that in no time and started hitting the other booze that we had stocked. After some conversation with Bill talking mainly about missing his wife, we tried to turn the subject to happy times that we all had together. With the dinner hour closely approaching, I said that I had better go out and start the coals. Once outside, I realized that I was out of lighter fluid. I poked my head back in the door, and said that I was going down to the store to get some lighter fluid. Bill offered to come along, but I said to go ahead with his drink, and I would be back in about 30 minutes (the nearest store is 15 miles from our house). So off I went.

Upon returning, there was no one in sight -- not in the kitchen, not in the family room and not outside. As I was searching through the house, I heard a moan and then a groan from what sounded like Bill coming from the bedroom. I slowly opened the bedroom door just a little and saw Bill screwing my wife in the missionary position. I didn’t know what to do, and just shut the door back again to gather my thoughts. Here was one of my best friends fucking my wife. What in the hell? I just sat on the chair across the room from the bedroom door, and waited for them to come out. They did, and saw me immediately. Both looked guilty as hell. Bill said that my wife was only showing him a part of the house that he had never seen. I said, “What part of the house was that – her pussy?” Bill responded that it wasn’t what it looked like, and I replied, “Bull shit!!!” He then admitted it and said that he was so sorry. My wife said that she was sorry as well, and that she was only attempting to cheer Bill up. I asked Bill if he was cheered up. He took a few moments to respond, and then blurted out that he was or had been. Bill said that he didn’t want me to blame my wife. He initially said that maybe he should just leave, but then said, “Go ahead with whatever you want to do with me.” He told me that he would let me hit him or shoot him, and said that he is so miserable he just wished that I would shoot him. I just looked at them both and said that I needed to digest all this, and figure out what I was going to do. In the meantime, I told them just to stay put.

Then I told my wife that I needed to talk with her outside. While Bill waited, I asked her what in the hell led her to screw him. She apologized profusely, and said that there was no sexual attraction that led her to fuck him. She really just felt so sorry for him, she just wanted to give him some joy after all his sadness. She added that he wasn’t even that good in bed and had premature ejaculation. She really got no joy sexually from the screw. I began to feel some degree of remorse in my harshness toward her. I believed that she was really just doing it for him. She and I both have had other partners along the way. However, most of the time it has been swinging with other couples simultaneously. That was sex, but this was more of a humanitarian effort on her part. I thought for a few minutes and said that maybe this could work out. I always get off on watching her screw other people’s significant other while I am doing the same right alongside of her. I offered, what if I had her service Bill with a MFM approach with me being the other party. After awhile, maybe Bill could bring a willing partner along with him, and it could lead to MFMF. My wife said, “Are you really serious?” I nodded that I was. She said that she had to think about that one. I said that I wanted an answer within an hour, She agreed to supply one. Then I said that we had better get back into the house to Bill before he thought that I had done her in.

Upon returning to the kitchen, Bill was well on his way to becoming polluted on my Jack Daniels. I told them that we might as well eat those steaks that had been waiting for the grill. I went out and grilled the steaks. I don’t think any of us had a great time eating, but it helped break the ice. As we were cleaning up the dishes, my wife said that she had thought over my proposition, and she was game, if Bill was. Then over another Bourbon with my wife part of the conversation, I made the proposal to Bill. His mouth dropped open, and he said, “Are you really serious about this?” I agreed that we both were. He thought for a minute, and said that he was in need of being cheered up regularly and wanted to do it. We all shook on it, and Bill promised to find an additional female to participate as soon as possible for me to have as much enjoyment as him. With that, I said, “Well, is everyone ready to get started?” My wife said that Bill might need some time to recover. Bill responded that he thought that he might be good to go. So off to the bedroom the three of us went for a MFM. Amazingly, Bill was able to perform this time, and he and my wife said that he was much better the second time around. She managed to get two climaxes – one from each of us. While one was screwing her, the other was playing with her otherwise available parts. I think she really enjoyed the attention and variety. Then she also managed to get me excited enough while Bill was playing with her tits and pussy to give me a blow job as a grand conclusion to a really unique dinner party. As Bill departed, we all agreed to attempt to get together once a week to “Cheer Bill up.”