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Erin is my name; when I met my husband Robert, he swept me off my feet from the first moment we met in high school, we were both virgins at the time, he is the only person that I've ever shared a sexual encounter together with, 20 years later our two children are off to college. We settled into this new stage of our marriage and enjoyed our second honeymoon phase; it was simply grand. After a few months' time, we got a new neighbor moving into the empty house next door that he purchased. My husband was out fishing with his buddies from work the Saturday morning our new neighbor backed up his driveway in a rented moving truck. I could not help but notice that he was an amazingly handsome and physically fit young man, about 6' height, maybe slightly more, with brown hair, in technical terms, a real hunk of a guy. It did not take too long of a time before curiosity stuck me enough to casually invite him over to our place for a welcome to the neighborhood BBQ. I spent a little time alone on Sunday morning preparing three full racks of ribs for slow cook on the BBQ by my husband. When our guest arrived, the three of us got into casual conversation and discovered that his name is Oliver but preferred to be called Ollie. He was single, and a semi-professional ice hockey player for the local farm team of a big-name pro team. Now I'm not a huge sports fan but Robert enjoys ice hockey, so the two men naturally hit it off together. Over the next few months our friendship grew, the three of us spent a lot of time together. Every once in a while, I caught Ollie taking glances at me with a sparkle in his eyes and shrugged it off as completely natural behavior for a young man in his prime, after all, I was 38 age and very happily married versus his 21 age single status. It was inevitable, Ollie offered us a pair of front row seats to one of his home games, Robert got into the game, I got into Ollie’s athletic ability and endless stamina. For the very first time, I felt a warm sensation flush through my entire body as a wetness developed in my panties, some sort of purely innate sexual attraction. I quickly wrote it off and got self-conscious too, why would this hunk of a man ever be interested in a married petite strawberry blond with pale skin and freckles everywhere over beautiful single women closer to his own age? Ollie’s team went on a month-long road trip to compete against other teams. Robert and I had plenty of time to enjoy our sex life, never boring or routine, it was on the conventional end of the spectrum. Following a good romp in bed during a weekday evening, Robert hit me with a bold question, 'have you ever noticed the way Ollie looks at you sometimes? it's as if he's really attracted to you'. I blushed and shyly declined it, 'must be your imagination' Robert was my reply. 'Ok, fair enough', my husband responded, 'but have you ever fantasized about our young neighbor in a sexual sort of way'? In the long moment it took me to gather my thoughts before attempting to answer his question, Robert already realized that I had. What my husband said next shocked me; 'Erin, it makes me proud to have you as my wife when younger men are attracted to you, I'm not insecure about it, and to be more on point, it turns me on in a weird way'. I offered no reply, and we both just drifted off to sleep. The month passed by slowly, but the man of my daydreams finally returned home. As fate would have it, the weekend weather turned out to be unseasonably warmer and more humid. Robert and I sat out on the backyard deck, he was into an outdoor sports magazine when Ollie walked up and joined us. Robert was casually dressed in a T-shirt and shorts while I wore a blue summer dress with white trim, but Ollie must have been training, as he was in an exercise outfit, his skin glistening with sweat with bulging muscles. I could not turn away, Ollie had a tent pole protruding up from within his pants, I instantly recognized it as an erection, as I felt that familiar warm body wave rush through me as my panties again moistened. I raised my eyes up towards his face and saw that sparkle in Ollies eyes again, as I quickly looked away, I noticed that my breasts were firm and both areolas protruded out, I was not wearing a bra under that dress and it showed. I excused myself, went inside the house and regained my composure in the privacy of our restroom. When I returned to the outdoor deck Ollie was gone, my husband was wearing a grin and just said that Ollie had to go but will be back later. Robert fed me a string of fine wine over the next few hours while he enjoyed scotch whiskey on the rocks. As sundown arrived, Robert got busy setting up his 35mm digital camera and lighting equipment in our living room, I wondered why but since he was so quiet and preoccupied, I said nothing, nor did I suspect anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly a firm knock on our front door, I rushed over to greet our guest, and there stood Ollie all cleaned up dressed like he was going out on a date. I uttered not a word and motioned him to step inside, as he passed-by, he looked me up and down slowly but said nothing. The three of us had a few drinks together, then my husband turned on some romantic music, and Ollie asked Robert for his permission to dance with me. Totally stunned I spoke not a word and stared at Robert, who quickly replied, 'yes Ollie, you are welcome to dance with Erin, she likes to dance'. Ollie extended his hand to me, and I immediately accepted his invitation. It felt as if I was in a dream, floating on air, swaying to the music, my dress flowing with the motion, my hair flipping from side to side, and enjoying every moment of the fun of dancing with this young gentleman. Robert asked if we mind that he takes a few photographs of us dancing together, to which we both replied almost in unison, 'yes, it's ok'. The alcohol was peaking in my blood as I got giddy and started to ham it up for the camera lens, Ollie was entranced and could not take his eyes off of me. Our dance got more intimate and sometimes erotic, but it seemed that everyone was enjoying the evening together. The it happened, Ollie leaned in far as he bent me back and sideways, he kissed me passionately, I responded passionately. I felt his erection against my body, it was game on time, there was no stopping us now. The next thing I heard was Robert say, 'just relax Erin, everything is going to be perfect tonight'. As Roberts' camera still clicked away, Ollie began to undress himself, and he looked absolutely amazing to me. Wow, what a physique on this young hunk, when his cock was finally released from its clothing confinement, I realized this guy is gifted. My husband is a talented lover that is of average proportions, but Ollie dwarfed him in every physical aspect. Ollie was somewhere between 8 - 9 inches in length and very thick (uncircumcised is new to me) with a big bulbous purple-red head on the end of his muscular shaft that rippled with blood vessels, this cock appeared more like a strong hammer than a fleshy appendage to my eyes. Ollie could tell from the expression on my face that I was stunned and maybe even apprehensive, he cupped my face in his hands and drew our eyes together, then told me not to worry about anything, that he will always treat me with respect, kindness, and be gentle. Ollie released my face, spun me around, then unzipped my summer dress, he rolled the material off my shoulders and the dress fell freely to the floor, I stepped out of the dress, he spun me around until we were face to face, then passionately began to kiss me again as his strong hands felt my body up, down, and all around. I was melting, weak knees, body trembling, breathing erratically, and speechless. Ollie dwarfs me, he stands tall at 6'2" to my 5'1" and is probably 2 or even 3 times my body mass, but I felt so comfortable and secure in his arms that my apprehensions dissolved completely, I wanted to be ravished by this mountain of a man. Ollie scooped me up in his arms and placed me down upon the couch, he positioned me supine with one leg up over the back of the couch and the other leg down with my foot on the floor, my vagina totally exposed to him. Ollie leaned into me and slowly kissed my legs, starting at the ankles then working up to my outer labia, where he gently blew onto my vulva spreading apart my strawberry blond trimmed pubic hair and better exposing the gash between my legs. Ollie had perfect technique and soon had me squirming and moaning under the magic spell of his lips, tongue, and fingers. After a long session of oral and tactile foreplay, I was ready for his next move, so I encouraged him by reaching over to grasp him and pull down him onto my body in preparation for penetration. Ollie surprised me by instead pulling away completely, got up and walked over to a sturdy wood chair and placed it in the middle of the living room. He sat down on the chair and motioned me over to sit on his lap. I was shaking like a leaf of a tree during a strong Autumn breeze as I slowly walked over towards Ollie, his cock looked like a big pole to me; straight, strong, stiff, engorged, foreskin naturally pulled back to expose that big plum shaped head on the end of his cock. Ollie sensed my need for reassurance and gently wrapped his fingers around my forearm then guided me to just sitting down on his lap with his shaft brushing up against my outer labia. It had been a week or so since my most recent monthly period and my pussy was pumping out copious amounts of sexual lubrication, I put my arms around his neck, tilted my head backwards, kicked my legs out wide, placed my vaginal opening on his cock, and slid up and down his shaft and head to share my lubrication fluid. Nature and instinct took us both over, there was no turning back now. Ollie whispered; 'are you ready?' and without any hesitation or thought, I replied 'yes'. Ollie urged me off of his lap, then stood up tall with his feet flat on the floor, I was lifted off the Earth in his motion, he had his biceps under my thighs and his forearms behind my back to fully support my body weight, as I reached around his neck with both arms and held on to him loosely. We stared into each other's eyes as he slowly lowered my body down onto the head of his cock. Ollie did not use any muscular tension or pressure as only gravity and my own body mass was sufficient to push aside my outer labia and then force past the inner labia, it first felt as if my outer vagina muscles were going to tear apart, but his plum shaped head squeezed past without pain, Ollie’s foreplay made all the difference at that moment. He stood frozen still as I inched, slid, and wiggled down the length of his penis, I could feel the sensations ripple throughout my pelvic region as his cock pushed aside internal organs on its journey into my love canal and towards the fornix pocket at the far end, however it took him grasping my hips and pulling me down sharply as he strongly thrust upwards to finally touch it. I was completely impaled upon his cock, I could not move a millimeter, I felt pressure on the front of my spine as his head probed every bit of my fornix, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I basking in the moment. My first coital orgasm hit me like a freight train; waves of heat came over me, every muscle in my body convulsed, I got lightheaded, then lost consciousness. I awoke in Ollie’s arms as he bent over to place me on my marital bed in a prone position, urged me onto my side, placed my lower leg straight out and down, placed my upper leg into a 90-degree angle and put a pillow under my knee, then he got on his knees while straddling my lower leg. I felt his plum at the opening of my vagina, and this time Ollie slid right inside of me without any resistance. He started to fuck every point inside of my vagina with his plum, probing every millimeter of me, even the ones I never felt before tonight. I experienced a multiple orgasm. it had been years since my most recent multiple orgasm. I felt a pressure on my cervical opening, sort of like cartilage and muscle, it frightened me for a moment, but Ollie touched my face again and just told me to relax my body completely, and I followed his lead. He did not pound, push, or jerk in this position; only apply gentle yet steady and consistent light pressure with his plum. I never felt this sensation before, but it was fantastic. All of a sudden, my cervical resistance gave way, and his penis entered my womb, I looked down at my stomach, I could actually visualize a bulge outward from his cock, I moved, and his bulge moved, it was amazing, it was painless, it was blissful. I felt his entire body go straight, his muscles clench tightly, he let out a low moan, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back slightly, then I felt the first squirt of his hot semen slam into the wall of my uterus, then another, then a few more. I never felt so fully inseminated in all of my life, Ollie emptied himself deeply inside my reproductive organ system. Ollie also fucked me on the master bed, on the floor, on the furniture top, in the shower, and even on the staircase steps. I lost count of how many times that I had reached orgasm that night, and ditto that for how many times Ollie ejaculated in my body. His stamina is unreal, his physical fitness beyond imagination, his endurance endless. I was absolutely exhausted, and finally fell asleep lying next to him in my marital bed. I awoke in the morning alone in my bed, Ollie must have departed quietly during the predawn hours. I tossed on a house robe and went downstairs to the kitchen. Robert had hot coffee and a stack of fresh blueberry pancakes and maple syrup ready. We said good morning, then burst out wearing huge grins. Robert laid out the breakfast, then sat down in a chair at the kitchen table. As I went to slip into a chair, Robert grabs me by the waist and wraps an arm around me, then pills me closer. My husband unties my robe belt, slides his hand inside, then opens my robe fully as he looks me over from head to toe and back up again, twice. Robert tells me that I never looked more beautiful, sultry, erotic and sexy in my life. I look down at myself; my pale white skin has abrasions, red flush, and is tacky with dry sweat, my breasts both have deep purple vessel trauma marks, my hair is a mess, my pubic hair is stuck and matted in dried sexual fluids, and a small line of sexual fluids drips down the left inner thigh. Our breakfast conversation remains casual, not a word of what happened last night is spoken from either of us, we are content just being together and enjoying one and others company, I'm smothered in the warm blanket of unconditional love of a man that adores me. Ollie went off for another 3 weeks stretch of games on the road, and Robert and I went right back to where we left off, happily married. We did have a few conversations on adult topics as Robert and I reviewed the 269 photos that he took of us during our sexual encounter. Robert expressed a willingness to share future encounters together with our new neighbor and got no arguments from me on that topic, especially since we had not shared any sex since just before my last period. Ollie was scheduled to return home in about a week, I was anxious to start my monthly period so as to finish before his return, but it did not happen, so I waited, and waited. Panic got the best of me, so I did the math; I knew that a healthy male of Ollie’s age is capable of high sperm counts, that we shared bareback sex, that I was not on any type of contraceptives, and that even though I was 38 age, I was fully intact and fertile. I waited until two more weeks passed since Ollie’s return, avoiding any sexual contact beyond just a few kissing contests and body grope sessions. On a weekday morning that both men in my life were busy at work, I went to the local pharmacy and purchased two different brand names of pregnancy tests. I drove straight home, went upstairs to the master bathroom, sat down and administered the test. The results stunned me, I repeated the test with the other kit and got the same results. That same evening, I called Ollie over to our place, sat down with him and Robert, then shared the results. Imagine how relieved and excited I felt that both men were ecstatic about the information that I just shared with them. At 38 years of age, I was going to be a mother again. That was almost 6 years ago. Today our daughter is starting kindergarten this September. Ollie still lives next door to us, and we all remain close friends to this day, and yes, we still share sex openly between the three of us. I am very fortunate to be so well blessed and cherish every moment of our shared happiness. I wonder how the guys would feel about a little brother for our daughter, expand the family just once more...?

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