The Night We Brought Her Home For Us To Share

My husband and I were at a party, a mixer for residents at the community. One girl caught my husband's eye and he romanced her until she was eating out of his hand. He had her in an embrace kissing her when I stepped in and told him to leave her alone. The look on his face was that of boy being told he couldn't keep the dog he was playing with. She looked like the lost puppy being torn away from her master.

How could I? I was asked later, when I told my friend I let him bring her home with us. The answer was how could I not, she was one of the sexiest girls I had met, and she was all his that night. For me it was my first time with another girl in our bed, for him it was what he did, get women in the sack. By morning, laying with her head on my chest, smelling her hair and the smell of sex on her, her small hands on my chest, I felt the unmistakable heat between my legs.

What all happened that men and women should never do, not with two women in his bed. She was not only receptive to him, she was just as receptive to me as well. Sex is sex, sometimes. Sometimes sex is more than just sex. That night was the night, it was the night I found out that my husband wasn't the only one that wanted her by his side. He did good, he brought home a puppy for us to share.

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