We had a really good boyfriend for the wife for several years. Half the time he'd come over to our place, the other half she'd go over to his place. When he came to our place we'd threesome her, which she loved. We'd get her between us and foreplay her to a fever pitch and then she'd say, "One of you guys needs to fuck me." That was the boyfriend's cue to climb on. I always let him go first.
When she went to his place she always went alone. One warm summer afternoon I watched her get showered and all fixed up, short skirt, no underwear, hair nicely coiffed, and off she went. A couple of hours later she comes home looking slightly disheveled, reeking of pussy juice and cum, and flops on the couch.
"How was it?" I asked.
"Oh god." She let out a long sigh. "He fucks me so good."
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