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Crystal touched crystal in threesome, adding to the sparse but happy din of the deck at our second favorite winery.“A toast to friends,” I inserted and Tina and the freshly seated Daniel repeated.The sun shone, the air was an agreeable temperature, Tina was comfortable in one of her thin cotton dresses that accentuated her bubble butt. We talked about normal things and our tentative plans for the afternoon if all worked out and we had already consumed a bottle by the time her long-awaited friend Daniel arrived, delayed by traffic and ready to “relax”.After the introductions and cordialities, the conversation easily became fast and funny between my sarcastic redheaded girlfriend and the quick-witted Daniel and I was becoming more comfortable with him and content simply to add something now and then and enjoy their banter and the beginnings of what I hoped would evolve into a taboo act.Daniel was freshly separated from a marriage and a former Marine who took good care of himself. At six feet tall and very handsome he was extremely attractive to Tina and judging by the prolific text strings between them over the weeks prior (at times, very dirty) he was really into her.The two had shared High School hallways but had never been acquainted until a mutual friend of Tina’s cleverly reintroduced them via social media. Brad had been an old work buddy and they often talked shop. He had pushed them together and along the way and to make things more interesting, was only so happy to fill Tina in on the scuttlebutt going around about Daniel being very well-hung. Of course, I was fine with the proceedings and the thing had developed into us now finishing our second bottle of wine together.Tina and I have a great thing together and she’s happy with what I have going on in the sack but I like having some adventure in this area of our lives and sometimes she’ll go along with it.Occasionally I share her.We had talked about meeting Daniel for drinks for weeks now and I was enjoying inserting a little dirty talk here and there during the height of our own sex about how it would feel to have someone really big fucking her. As my own equipment slid in and out of her I would feel her getting wet and squeezing me in response so I knew she wanted it too.Let me say here that I can’t accurately explain my desire to share my girlfriend of six years with other men. The best I can do is to say (and briefly) it’s in the genes and those flames have been fanned over the years by erotic input which started all the way back in my childhood. No, there was nothing negative involving some sort of abuse mind you, just some almanbahis şikayet porn here and there and at least one big event that took place when I was sixteen years old.So let’s cutaway for a second….This really influential event unfolded back in 1980 when our family was having a sprawling picnic at grandad’s farm. The adults listened to George Strait and other country music and we kids were taking in “Another One Bites The Dust” and “Anyway You Want It”. At sixteen, I was always more inclined to hang out with the adults and just periodically check in with my running buddies (cousins, brothers, friends of family who came, invited by someone or another) from time to time.Often to see if maybe they’d been successful at sneaking some beer for the half-a-dozen of us in our particular guy hangout age group. That is, barring the younger brat kids and the girls who at that point still intimidated us and were content to clique off to themselves anyway.Leo was a distant cousin from one of our family’s facets and only nineteen, so he was interesting to us younger teens as a cool older “kid”, not so far removed from our own thinking that he would be averse to scoring a can or two of the good ole PBR for us. He was very handsome and drove a new bikini topped Jeep and to make a long story short, was interesting to my Aunt Margie (an aunt by marriage and in her forties) who covertly flirted with him from time to time as her stern, fatass husband Cecil guzzled can after can and went on and on with boring stories about his lawnmowers and garden tools or something like that.Now my Aunt Margie was, I thought in my sexual youth, a well-built woman. She had a tummy and the church lady hairdo, but something about her was different than the common, stock “aunt”. I was having enough experience with dirty magazines to be able to appreciate a well-rounded ass and hips and a full chest which she sported. Most ladies still wore dresses to social functions in those days and she had on a peach-colored sundress that allowed some cleavage and only went down to her knees.So the afternoon wore on and after rotating time with my beer stealing buddies who were now behind the barn smoking pilfered cigarettes, I meandered up to where the adults were starting to move from picnic tables under the big chestnut trees and to front porch sitting. Some were cleaning up and getting ready to leave and others were settling in for a social evening around the card table.I thought I’d get one more look at Aunt Margie’s boobs before she and Cecil left and found I couldn’t locate her. Oh well, no big deal and being a typical almanbahis canlı casino teen and not wanting to be roped into cleanup, my boob-gazing mission scrubbed, I headed back to the little high ground vantage point at the far corner of the barn where kids could drink and smoke stolen booty and see an approaching adult in enough time to ditch the evidence.So arriving there, I found myself on that bramble sheathed hillock, a man without a country. I had left the reorganizing adults to join my peers and my peers had vacated the hideout. So, friendless, I decided to look in the beer hole under the rock for refreshment. They had left me one!Carefully pulling the tab so the adults (now far on the other side of grandad’s property, busy in conversation, with a house, orchard, pasture and several assorted sheds and outbuildings between me and them) couldn’t hear the “spss” of their missing can of PBR, I started enjoying my contraband.It was then that I saw my Aunt Margie still in her dress and underwear, big boobs exposed in broad daylight, being fucked by Leo.They were not more than twenty feet from me in that grassy area on a crude plywood covered frame we kids had built to be hoisted into the oak tree it sat under. My heart raced and I ducked behind the wild rose bush there as well as I could. Was he hurting her!? His pants were still on as he stood in front of her.She lay on her back on the plywood and he had her ankles in his hands and was moving his hips in and out! Her dress was pushed back and I could see her underwear.She would shake as he slammed into her body with his!Her mouth was wide open as if what was happening to her was a surprise, but she was also smiling a bit and making some sound…like muffled, as if she was purposely trying to be quiet. I watched the phantasm unfold.Aunt Margie slammed her butt up and down on the plywood while this guy kept doing what he was doing with her. Then I watched her kind of pee… I thought, at least, that had to be it… she was squirming and so much was drizzling the front side of the plywood. Then Leo backed away from her and squirted sperm down onto the plywood. This was the first time I had seen another guy’s dick.His was very large, like on a horse and as he pulled away and in that second before she rotated to avoid getting her dress wet in the mess they’d made, I saw Aunt Margie’s pussy. It wasn’t like the women in the magazines, hairy, but bare and so healthy looking.Leo let her kneel in front of him and I watched as this woman I thought I knew took that really big rubbery thing in her mouth and sucked it and licked it. Leo almanbahis casino looked around kind of antsy as she did that and then with some effort, put it back in his pants and zipped up as she tucked her boobs back in and checked her dress and appearance.It hadn’t lasted for more than eight or ten minutes and was over as she and Leo kissed passionately for a minute then disappeared around the corner of the barn. So I raced back to where I found the adults and fat Cecil on the porch having dessert. After a while Leo just appeared at the front corner of his Jeep, coolly checking the pressure on the big knobby tires. Margie would step out onto the front porch after a while, looking like nothing had happened.So, can you blame a guy for having a desire to repeat such an event as he learns through his years exactly what happened in that dirty tryst?  What I had seen was so out of the ordinary and it shocked me as a young man and as I thought it over, it fixed in me a thirst for the taboo.So, back to the present where my girlfriend and Daniel had been getting reacquainted for two hours now. The flirting had become titillating and my buzzed lady was flipping a lot of verbal bait toward her prize catch. To help things along, I had mentioned how Tina had carelessly chosen a very inadequate pair of panties for our afternoon outing. Innuendo had turned into a statement of fact and our socialization as a trio had passed a point of no return.Daniel – gentleman as he is – had sprung for a third bottle of Viognier which was now empty and Tina was flipping over the lead card for the next round of “That’s What She Said”.“My new favorite Happy Hour drink is called…”I rifled through my cards and came up with: “Wet Panties” to which Tina giggled, “I can relate.”“Oh, is that so?” Daniel lowered his voice, having become comfortable in my presence.“Naughty girl,” I added.“Guilty,” dumped from Tina’s lips as she picked up her glass again and I winked at Daniel.Tina swallowed a sip, flipping her card over.Daniel and I both read: “Sausage Party.”“I think that’s after happy hour,” Daniel added, then flipped his card over.“That Thing’s a Choking Hazard.”“That’s what we hear,” Tina gathered the cards. “I think Daniel should win that round.”“If there’s truth to that we’ll give it to him,” I added.“Can’t ever seem to get it all in,” Daniel winked at Tina.“That’s enough for me. I don’t think I can concentrate for another round.”Daniel stood up then. “Well, then maybe it’s time for bigger and better things.”We laughed and packed the cards in the cramped box and I suggested we all stretch our legs to which Daniel quickly agreed. Tina always acted a bit reluctant to embark on a tryst but we had agreed we’d meet Daniel and see where it went. The banter and interaction had grown dirty toward the end and it was obvious that the three of us were ready to explore.

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