'That was their cue. I didn't need to say anything more. In the next instant, Wen pulled my legs out from under me and Ger eased my upper body down onto the polar bear rug, at the same time withdrawing his mouth from my tit. It was then that I saw his beautiful, long dick standing out hard and throbbing in all its glory. On animal impulse, without reasoning why, I reached for it and pulled it into my mouth. Wen was still eating away at my cunt, sucking my clit and drinking my juices, so I couldn't reason. I had to have that cock in my mouth, those giant balls in my hands, that jizz in my throat. I was consumed by this, my first three-way orgy.
'But I was not to get my wish not just then. 'Here, Ger… here is where the good eating is,' my husband gasped as he moved away from between my legs, pointing at my cunt. 'You can put your tongue in here, if you want to, and I'll feast on the rest of this nice big hunk of filet mignon. Okay?’
'You fucking well right it's okay,' was Gerald's prompt and enthusiastic reply. 'Jeez, buddy, where'd you find a doll like this? She's beautiful, positively beautiful! And look at that box, would ya. I swear, I've never seen anything so pretty… so delicious looking. Yeah, man… let me at it.’
'Then I saw it, his tongue licking his chops as he eyed my pussy. It was long, and I do mean long, like a dog's like in my dream. Sonovabitch! I thought, my grand and glorious dream is actually coming true, in almost every detail. In fact, this was even better than my dream far better because I didn't have to worry about waking up, or what Wen would think of my sucking another man's cock and balls, and another man eating out my cunt. Good old Wen. How I loved him for setting this up, for making my dream come true.
'The conversation was ended, at least for a long spell. Quicker than a flash, that long, long tongue of Ger's was driving into my cunt-hole, fucking me like mad. And guess what my husband started doing? Yeah, that's right, he had my toes in his mouth, one after the other, sucking and nibbling for all he was worth. From there he went to my ankles, my calves, behind my knees, up my thighs, across my belly, into my deep navel, up to my tits and nipples, into my arm-pits, over my shoulders, around my neck, into my ears and mouth. And then oooooeeeeeiiiii my whole body exploded in one great big atomic blast so big I thought I'd blow the roof off the house.
'I felt like my come was spouting from every opening in my body, but I knew it was shooting in a great, wild torrent from my cunt. I knew it because I could feel the rush of juice down there, like the rush of a thousand volts of electricity, and I could feel Gerald lapping it up hungrily, drinking every drop as though he hadn't eaten in a month.
'Shoot, sweetie, shoot!' Wendell urged excitedly in my ear, watching his friend gobbling furiously away in my crotch, at the same time jacking himself off with a sort of desperate urgency. It was really pitiful, the sight of him fucking his hand like that. So mustering a little reason out of my euphoria, I decided to come to his rescue. I owed it to him.
'Here, doll baby, give me that dick of yours. Let me give it the deluxe treatment,’ I said to him. And he was perfectly willing. In the next instant I had Wen's red-hot, pulsating cock in my mouth, sucking it like only I can. And a couple of seconds later, his swollen balls gave up their load, filling my throat with surge after surge of his sweet, milky come, paralyzing him with excruciating ecstasy.
'Gerald had come too. I hadn't noticed but while he was drinking away in my cunt, he was busily engaged with jacking off his giant tool. He came soon after I did, shooting a stream of jizz onto our nice bear rug. But Wen and I didn't mind. Hell, in a situation like that you can't think of picking a target for your come you just come when it's right to come, whether it's in a cunt, or a mouth, or on the fuckin' floor. It's only human. Right?
'Anyway, that little three-way episode ended with everyone, especially me, in good spirits and looking forward to more of the same. And there's no doubt but that my marriage was helped by it at least no doubt in my mind. I had feared something like this for a long time, not knowing how my husband would take it or whether it would wreck our marriage, so I never mentioned my secret desire to him. Then along came that dream and the air was cleared. Then, after talking it over and agreeing to the three-way party, we came to realize how really compatible we were.
'What if I hadn't had that dream? What if we hadn't had that party? I don't know. Probably our marriage would’ve turned sour because I, for one, was on the brink of accepting an invitation to a neighborhood group party, offered to me by a gal down the street who was recently divorced. The reason for her divorce, she told me, was that she just couldn't get enough sex from her husband alone; she loved the guy but he was just plain inadequate.
'In other words, that friend of mine down the street was a confessed nympho like me. But luckily, as you can see, I don't have the problem with my husband that she had. Hell no, I got a real swingin' husband, and from here on in the world is our cherry. Okay? So call me a nasty bitch if you want to, see, because I just don't care. I got two handsome lovers now and that's all that matters to me.'
The preceding dialogue was supplied in a first-person interview with Mrs. Monica D, followed by another interview with her husband Wendell on the subject of their three-way sexual proclivities. At this time, however, it will be helpful to consider the comments of authorities regarding such behavior in the marital relationship.
The primary question from a psychiatric and sociological viewpoint is whether there is any real mental or glandular disorder and whether the situation poses a threat to the marriage of the principals. In this regard, it is apparent that both Monica and Wendell initially believed that extramarital sex was forbidden, not because it was morally wrong or simply undesirable, but because it might indeed pose a threat to their marriage. It is also apparent, however, that Monica was wavering in her resolve, probably under pressure from her subconscious, which 'surfaced' in her dream.
Whether Monica's husband was wavering in his faithfulness is doubtful from her account, he appeared to be more content with the status quo than she but he certainly had similar impulses and longings, for he seems to have welcomed the news of his wife's dream and eagerly used it as the basis for a new-found compatibility. And his interpretation of the dream's meaning seems to have a certain validity in that their first 'experiment' in a cooperative extra-marital sex adventure was not only mutually enjoyable but tended to further solidify and magnify his wife's love for him.
In his very informative anthology Guide to Sexology, Denny Larke, Ph.D., remarks:
There must be hundreds of thousands of people in this country alone who believe that, because of certain sexual desires or practices on their part, they are mentally ill or morally degenerate. The overriding tragedy here is that these guilt-stricken men and women are, for the most part, perfectly normal. They are merely the victims of certain superstitions regarding sexual mores, or else they are unaware that practically everybody else is doing the same thing… Foremost among these acts that are likely to give rise to deep guilt feelings in many individuals are oral-genital types of love play.
Of course, in the area of oral-genital love play, Monica and Wendell weren't exactly fettered by superstition or feelings of guilt, because they indulged freely prior to her timely dream and their mutual consent to involvement in troilism, or three-way sex. Nor did they display, in Monica's interview account, any strong, overt inhibitions when it came right down to the actual involvement with a third sex partner. Thus, it is obvious that our two principals were extremely individualistic, subscribers to the new freedom of expression which proposes that any sexual practice engaged in privately by consenting adults is morally and legally permissible.
In his The Erotic Minorities, Lars Ullerstam, M.D., of Sweden touches upon the practice of troilism as follows:
It is a very popular type of social sex to engage a third person in sexual intimacy, and it is a none too uncommon method of adding to the erotic temperature of many marriages… The third person is either assigned a purely spectatorial role, or he or she is given various oral and genital tasks to perform. The number of technical variations possible in troilism exceeds by far the number of coital positions given in the Indian manuals of eroticism.
From the above, we may assume that Monica's and Wendell's initial experiment in troilism was an additional bulwark in the defense of their marriage and mutual affection, especially in view of the greater variety of positions mentioned by Dr. Ullerstam, which would tend to further appease their insatiable appetites for oral-genital sex.
Perhaps the most illuminating facet of our two subjects' case history is the contrast between Monica's sex life before and after being permitted her indulgence in the three-way sex unconsciously desired by her. One can only conjecture what the state of her emotional health might have been had this means of release not presented itself; she may have adjusted happily to a monogamous marital situation, or again, she may have veered unhappily off in the direction of clandestine sexual experiences with other groups, such as the group to which the neighborhood divorcee invited her.
