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... dresser and took out her vibrator and a small tube of lubricant. I watched as she smeared lube all over the vibrator. Then she took another generous glob of lube and rubbed it slowly around her asshole, bending over for my benefit. "I want to feel what it's like to have two cocks in me," she whispered. Kneeling in front of me, she took my cock in her free hand. She stroked it up and down a few times, kissing the tip and then opening her lips and slowly taking in my first few inches. She started slow, then her pace began to quicken. She sucked my cock, gripping its base and stroking it in tune to her mouth's motions. With her free hand she took the vibrator and began fucking herself with it. It was so damned hot I thought I was going to come right away. She sensed so and backed off, lifting her head up. She took the vibrator out of her pussy and stood. Sliding atop me, she grabbed my cock and lowered herself onto it. She was soaked from fucking the vibrator and easily slid me into her cunt. She leaned forward against me, kissing me deeply as I grabbed hold of her ass. "Get my ass started," she whispered. I slipped a finger into her already-lubed asshole. I started fingering her ass as she rode me. I added a second finger, stretching the butthole gently. She moved my hand aside and slid the vibrator in. I could feel the pressure of its presence as it slid into her butt. Rachel put both hands on the back of the chair. "Fuck my ass with it!" she demanded. She began to rock back ...

... and forth and I fucked her pussy with my cock and her ass with the vibrator. She began to scream hysterically like I've never heard before and I could only look up at here in awe as she came. I came right after her, shooting a load of sperm up into her pussy. She leaned down and kissed me hard. I let go of the well-lubed vibrator and it slid right out of her ass and onto the floor with a thump. ***** Rachel brought up the subject again over breakfast. "The real challenge is finding the right guy," she said. "A good friend is too risky a choice." She went on, sipping her coffee. "Too much can go wrong there. I don't relish the idea of finding someone on the Internet, either. That could be a long process." "I think I know a guy who would be perfect," I said. Rachel looked surprised. "I'm all ears." "You remember Tim Fagan?" "Tim Fagan?" She frowned, thinking for a moment. "Yeah, I remember him. He was at John and Martha's engagement party. You went to grad school with him." She paused for a moment, bringing up his mental picture. "Cute guy. Very cute guy. Nice wife, too. So, um, why him?" Tim and his wife Tracy, I explained, were experienced swingers. Although Tim teaches at a college upstate about two hours away, we kept in touch. The last time I saw him was a few months before at a professional conference. Over drinks at the hotel bar he revealed to me he and Tracy had been swinging for a few years. He also mentioned how they tried a few threesomes with other gentlemen as part ...