My husband and I are in our mid forties. I started running with a woman in her mid thirties, she is real beautiful. My husband has told me that if he was going to cheat she was the woman he wanted to cheat with. One night he told me that he wanted her between the two of so when he made love to her I could share the moment with him. Every time he saw her he commented on her backside, her top, her mouth, her eyes, that he wanted to get between her legs and eat her until she screamed for mercy. I had over to the house a lot, she was divorced and childless, and my husband got more and more vocal about wanting her.

So one day after our run, we went back to my house and when she was in the shower I got in with her, I told her I wanted to be naked with her, and that I wanted to bathe her and lather her. I took the soap from her hand and lathered her breasts before she could stop me and I told her up front that my husband wanted her and he was going to have her, but that before he did I wanted to be first. We played, we lathered, we talked, we kissed, we held, until the hot water ran out.

I dried her and took her to the bed and I did what my husband wanted, I went down on her and ate her until she was pushing my head away, and I kept on eating her. I hadn't eaten pussy in a long time, not since we were a young couple and we had the girl next door in our bed. I got carried away, when I finally quit, she just looked at me like I was some crazy woman. I told her my husband wanted her, but I wanted her first, before he got her.

I did what my husband asked, I prepared her for him, and I brought her to our bed and put her between us, I kissed her and felt her up until she was totally ready and he climbed on top and pounded the shit out of her. He wanted his first pounding to be so strong that she would only look to him. We slept the rest of the night, me and her spooned, and in the morning, after we brushed our teeth and used the bathroom, I gently helped lay her out on the bed for my husband to give her a complete once over, eat her till she couldn't take any more and then pound her again until all his energy was expended on her.

For several months we tried maintaining a lifestyle of two houses, but he wanted her with him every night, if she went back home after dinner he moped and cursed because he wanted her in bed with him. On her part, it always took too long to say goodnight, I would spend twenty minutes kissing her and hugging her, but her eyes told me where she wanted to be. So in September of last year, I made the decision that she would live with us full time.

The year has gone by so fast, I can't remember when she wasn't part of our life, I can't think of how I would pass the day without her. She is my little sister, she is my best friend, she has captured my heart, every day when I kiss her I tell her how much I love her. I hold her every night, tight in my arms, she sleeps and I hold her tight and listen to her breathe. I am 45 and I never thought that I would love someone so much.

My husband's wish of having her share our life and sleep between us is complete, she knows him and only him, she is receptive to him, always with a good amount of foreplay between us, and when he is ready for her, she goes willingly to his arms. She is 36 and she and I are talking about a baby for her.

We are a family, a bit off the beaten path, she has brought out of me my deepest feelings, and she returns my love. A day with her is all I look forward to, her smile when she sees me, her embrace when we dance in the kitchen, her long kisses and her giggles when we make love. I am for the first time in my life totally in love. My husband saw her and in the end I got her. Where I thought she would be his, and he would share her with me, she is mine, and I share her with him. A small but important difference. He wants her and enjoys her company, but I love her, and she loves me, and that is the difference.