[JonThink]

My wife and I have a good friend, Bill, that suddenly lost his wife about two years ago. He and his wife had been high school sweethearts and had been married forever. They had never been with anyone else. He took her death very hard and was suicidal immediately after. We both felt sorry for him and wanted to pull him out of his depression. We had him over for dinner constantly. We would attempt to get him out, but nothing was working. Eventually, my wife suggested that she have some sexual relations with him to give him some spark to life once again. I reluctantly agreed to the process. It seemed to work. Bill would come over for a visit about once a week and get his fix. After a while, it slowed down to about twice per month. By the end of about six months, Bill had ventured out and started dating. He hooked up with a woman for almost a year, but it finally died out. Yet, Bill appeared to be on the road to emotional recovery. He and my wife left their sex sessions behind once he had begun dating.

We still had Bill over frequently for dinner, but with no sex involved. We all got along well and had many enjoyable evenings together. It was during one of those "enjoyable evenings" things took a turn. Bill was supposed to come over for dinner at 5:30. At around 4:30, my wife exclaimed that we were out of Bill's favorite whiskey. She asked me to go into town and pick up a large bottle to have on hand when Bill came over. I told her that I was certain that we had a bottle of Bill's favorite, because I had just had a drink of it several night's earlier. She said that I must have finished it off, because none could be found in the house. I didn't want to go into town for a bottle, because it was a 15 mile trip each way or an hour drive. My wife has a way to get me to do something when she wants. She went in and put on a low-cut, thin, midriff stretch top with no bra. One could readily see her dark hard nipples poking out of that top. She accompanied that with her cut-off denim shorts with both sides slit from the waist all the way down and only shoe laces holding the two sides strapped together with about 4" of skin showing between the two sides detailing that she was commando. The shorts were cut up to there with her ass cheeks peering out. She had about a 5 inch slit cut next to her front zipper where one could see a little pussy when she sat down, and it gapped open. She gave me a big, wet kiss and said I should be off to the liquor store. I agreed to do what she wanted. As I was leaving, she made one additional request -- that I call her after I picked up the whiskey in case she needed anything else for dinner that she had forgotten. Again, I agreed to do so.

As I began my trip to town, I began thinking that I was certain that we had Bill's favorite liquor somewhere in that house. I also thought it odd that my wife would ask that I give her a call once I finished at the liquor store. And, lastly, it didn't seem that she regularly got all sexually dressed up to the extent that she was this particular evening. Things just didn't seem quite right. As my mind started wondering I picked up speed and made it to the liquor store in about 20 minutes. I also didn't immediately call her once I had the liquor in toll. I returned about halfway home before calling and told her that I had to go to 3 liquor stores before finally finding Bill's whiskey. She thanked me for my effort, and I said that I would be seeing her in about 30 minutes. In truth I made it back home in 10 more minutes. Bill's car was in the driveway. I stopped a good distance from the house in order not to be heard. Then I quietly sneaked into the house and heard heavy breathing from the bedroom accompanied by some guttural sounds. Then I heard my wife's voice say, "Bill, don't slow down -- it feels so good -- give it to me hard and faster!" With that I heard the spring creaking rate increase in speed. I sneaked in through the open bedroom door and stood there. Bill's back and balls were toward me, and my wife had her legs over his shoulders with her eyes closed and teeth clinched as both were humping in ecstasy. As they were both close to climaxing, my wife looked up and saw me. She gasped as Bill turned and saw the same thing. They stopped in mid-pump. I said, "Got the whiskey. You two -- don't let me stop you. You both just go ahead and get it out of your system." Bill hadn't even pulled out yet. They both just stared at me without saying anything. I, again said, "Continue on -- and I mean it!" Bill looked at my wife and said, "What do you think?" She responded, "I think he means it." Bill said, "O.K." and started back pounding away. I set the liquor bottle down on the night stand and said, "You know, I think I should get in on this!" Bill momentarily slowed down. He still wasn't certain what to do. I told him to go ahead and pick up the pace -- that is what my wife wanted. Then I stripped off my clothes and climbed on the bed about head high to my wife and poked my dick in her mouth. I told her that she was always able to multi-task and should do so by giving me a blow job while Bill fucked her. She agreed to do so.

I said, "A blow job would make me feel so much better." I also said, "Bill, don't stop -- she wanted you to let her have it!" He cranked up full tilt while I thrusted deeply into her mouth. She was bouncing up and down from both ends. Bill finally climaxed and pulled out. I told him to stay around and watch my wife give some great head. He sat there on the side of the bed and watched her do her number. After a long while, I shot a very full load in her mouth, but pulled out and completed the unload all over her face and hair.

After I had finished, I said, "Bill, you were a sailor, and I know that you can tie some great knots. To keep me from being pissed off at you and going to get my 38-Special, I want you to tie some really good knots for me. How about it?" Bill readily agreed. I dug out some rope, and grabbed my naked, fucked wife and headed outside. I said, "Bill tie her to that tree." I lifted her off the ground, so he could tie her where her feet were in the air. He tied her at my direction so her legs and feet were wrapped around the tree as were her hands and arms. She was also tied around her waist, so she couldn't slide down. I pulled a table and chairs up close to that tree. She was starting to holler to cut her down. I refused. I opened the liquor bottle I had bought for Bill. I poured us both straight drinks. After about four drinks, I said, "I think it is time to have some more fun with my wife." I went over and started fondling her boobs, and then I worked down to her pussy and started fingering her, while kissing her tits. In her position, she couldn't refuse anything. Then I said, "Bill, I think you need to do the same thing as I just did." Bill did as I said. Then I told Bill to go ahead and eat her out. He asked if I really meant it, and I responded that I did. He got down on his knees and gave her a solid tongue licking. The funny part was that he was licking some of his cum out of her pussy. I asked Bill if he was ready to fuck her again. He responded that he was spent and didn't have anything left for her. I said, "Well, I do." I said, Bill, you can work on her top while I go ahead and fuck her." He also did as I said and was feeling and kissing her tits while I laid the wood to her. I actually heard heavy breathing after awhile and think she was beginning to like it all. Eventually, I shot another load in her -- this time into her pussy. I told Bill to go ahead and eat her out again. After he was finished, I poured her a drink of straight whiskey and told her that she should join us.

The three of us finished off that bottle. Then I asked the wife where the other bottle had been. She told me, and I sent Bill to retrieve it. While he was gone, she told me that she had to pee. I told her that she was in a great position to pee while tied to that tree. She had no choice -- she had to let it fly. It occurred just as Bill was returning with the other bottle of whiskey. I looked at Bill and said, "I think that is a little sexy -- don't you?" Bill replied that he actually did think it was. My wife was somewhat red-faced at peeing in front of Bill.

Well, we probably spent another couple of hours with the three of us drinking whisky and leaving my wife tied up, while we fondled her and finger fucked her. I truly think she was somehow getting a little hot from the sexual action she was receiving. Every now and then, I would pour a bucket of water over her to cool her down. It pissed her off, but her titties hardened and glistened in the moonlight. Finally, I said, "Bill, you must be recovered from that earlier fuck. Why don't you give it to her again while she is tied up." He asked if I was certain about the request. I told him that I certainly was and would work on the top part while he gave it to her. I looked at my wife, who was as drunk as I ever saw her and asked if she was ready for it. She blurted out that she was. I asked if she had not somewhat enjoyed the attention that night. She said, "In a sick and twisted way, I have." I told her that I was proud that she had. Bill went ahead and fucked her while she was tied up, and I sucked on her tits some more. Then I cut her down.

She looked at me with some hostility and said, "I guess you paid me back." I responded, "To some extent." Then I led her back to the bedroom with Bill following. I told Bill to tie her up to the bed with her arms and hands and feet and legs spread-eagled. I told Bill that I wanted him to get as much from her as he could ever want. I continued by saying that "She is ours for the night." I told Bill that anytime he or I got the urge, we could pound her again. I told him not to hold back. My wife was still really drunk when I asked, "Honey, you really liked being fucked by Bill. Is it O.K. if he does you again and again through the night?" She agreed in her drunken stupor. As it turned out, Bill and I both nailed her twice more each during the remainder of the night while she was tied.

That next morning she was a mess. She had cum running out her pussy and mouth. Her head was throbbing from all the whiskey she had downed. I told her that I was cutting her loose, and she should get cleaned up. I also told both her and Bill that they could fuck anytime they wanted. I said that the only condition was that I got to watch, and they were never to sneak around behind my back. After my wife showered and we all had breakfast, I told she and Bill that I wanted them to take a practice run and do it for me one more time. I said that they shouldn't hold back -- just let it fly. They stripped each other down and went at it. Both of them climaxed and seemed to totally enjoy their fuck. I then said, "Are we all still friends?" They agreed, and I told Bill to come over and fuck her anytime he wanted so long as I was home. My wife gave Bill a big hug and kiss while both were stark naked. I told them that they had to do one other thing, and that was for her to get naked the minute Bill came into our door. They both agreed to that as well.