One Friday evening I had just returned from work and was enjoying a glassof wine whilst I considered whether it was worth dressing that evening, orwhe...ther I would rather just slob about in track-suit bottoms and a tee-shirt. I had just about settled on the tee-shirt option when the phonerang. It was Imogene inviting me over for Sunday lunch. "I thought wewould have a bit of fun and go 'formal'," she announced with a giggle. "Ihave just bought the most fabulous new dress and I am dying to wear. Stan and I had been together several months but it was Ken's first time with me.Like Stan, I was the first Asian woman he had ever been with. And while I am not sure I was the first married woman he ever had sex with, he obviously was enjoying it. He had probably been anticipating this night since my hubby first appoached him to fuck me in a threesome. I would start with him. I grabbed his hand and directed him back to the living room. Stan's couch was what is called oversized with big, soft. She was there for me when I needed her and I was there for her. No sex but shoulders to lean on. My parents really loved her, and my sisters like her more than they like me. Carol's like another sister to them. I don't know if she ever mentioned my cheating to anyone.One evening Carol asked me if I wanted to go to a show with her girlfriend Marsha and her husband Ben. They wanted to know if we wanted to go with them. I had to admit that I was surprised since we would be staying in a motel. The. I stroked Cat's hair as Peter leaned forward to take her nipple between his lips. She moaned and reached towards me with her free hand, caressing the bulge rapidly and obviously forming in my jogging pants. This was rapidly getting interesting. I realised now that it was inevitable that I would be intricately involved while another man fucked my future wife. Oh, yes - this was now in my mind too?Cat's stroking became stronger and suddenly she reached into my waistband, pulling the front down.