<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246</id><updated>2011-08-09T17:40:32.302Z</updated><category term='lifestyle'/><category term='resouces'/><category term='porn'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='reality'/><category term='threesome'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='photography'/><category term='resources'/><category term='video'/><category term='interracial'/><category term='from her'/><category term='erotica'/><category term='encounter'/><category term='commentary'/><title type='text'>Threesome for Fun</title><subtitle type='html'>Mature content!  If you are offended by what consenting married adults do in their bedroom with other consenting adults, you will want to steer clear of this blog.  We are married, and like to add another man to our lovemaking once in awhile- so if you have ever had similar thoughts, you are not alone.  We wish to share our non-expert thoughts and experiences with others.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-3358029669127651872</id><published>2008-02-24T21:13:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:39:00.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Photo of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_raFnjwSkVns/R8Hfx2jKXLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cHmpjTGh6v0/s1600-h/142505762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_raFnjwSkVns/R8Hfx2jKXLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cHmpjTGh6v0/s400/142505762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170659894747618482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us examine everything "right" about this image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Anklet-  sure, it is a bit of a cheesy cliche, but it works-- the "universal" hotwife signal.  &lt;br /&gt;2. Wedding ring-  enough said there.&lt;br /&gt;3. Real amateur look-  no high heels in bed, no fake boobs, no orange tan.&lt;br /&gt;4. Blonde-  like my wife.&lt;br /&gt;6. Kissing-  they look like they are truly intimate with each other.&lt;br /&gt;7. No faces seen-  this could be anyone--- including your wife.&lt;br /&gt;8. Foreplay- nothing hardcore that detracts from the erotic aspect-- rather a black hand inside her panties.&lt;br /&gt;9. Normal looking black man-- doesn't have the thug look going on.&lt;br /&gt;10. Big, thick, black cock--- not the centerpiece of the image.  Bonus for no condom.&lt;br /&gt;11. Normal looking bedroom-  no cheesy hotel room.  Check out HIS photos on the night stand.&lt;br /&gt;12. Photo perspective-  someone else was in the room to take the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we deduce from this photo?  Somewhere there is a fair-skinned, blonde wife getting together with a big cocked black man in his bedroom--- for her own enjoyment.  When I see a pro, I see someone getting paid to fuck.  Sorry, but that is just a bit of a turn-off for me.  This photo is genius--- it has it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-3358029669127651872?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3358029669127651872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=3358029669127651872' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/3358029669127651872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/3358029669127651872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-of-day.html' title='Photo of the Day'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_raFnjwSkVns/R8Hfx2jKXLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cHmpjTGh6v0/s72-c/142505762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-7813956960377664008</id><published>2008-02-24T10:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:17:54.098Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resources'/><title type='text'>Hotwife Tips</title><content type='html'>Talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ex-talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most advice columns caution couples from talking about ex-lovers, for the exceptional woman it is almost mandatory to talk.  Women have a particular advantage in all this, since men are obsessed with penis size.  It could even be said that Freud's penis envy afflicts men-- not women.  Regardless how you really feel about cock size, it is always best to exaggerate your interest.  Always keep your husband on his heels.  Make sure he knows he is not the largest you have been with.  Keep things vague, but larger than life.  Let him use his imagination.  Be coy.  If your husband asks about the largest cock you have been with, act like you don't want to discuss it at first.  Tell him that size doesn't really matter.  If he pushes the issue, tell him about a past lover who was huge.  If he presses for details, explain he was a few inches larger than the husband, and that sometimes sex was painful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of time, you can explain how you have always really liked big cocks.  Remind your husband that his is fine for a daily driver, but that sometimes you need a little more.  As time progresses, describe another former lover-- and how he also had a very large cock.  Describe how much you enjoy feeling filled up.  You can even explain how while you don't miss your exlover, you sometimes miss his cock, and that you fantasize about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celebs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a type--- black, latino, older, muscular... you decide.  When you see someone who is your type on TV, make comments how hot he is.  If you like blacks, every time you watch a program with your husband, comment how sexy your favorite black star is.  Tell your husband how you would not hesitate to fuck him and that you would let him have his way with you.  Tease your man by asking him if he thinks the celeb is hot.  If he says yes, ask if he wants to be fucked by him.  If he says no, tell him he is lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coworkers and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you husband about a man you know who is hot.  Everytime his name comes up, remind your husband how hot he is.  Build it up into a crush.  Describe the attention you receive from the man, what you were wearing at the time, and so on.  Sound obsessive about your interest in him.  If the other man is single, be particularly flirtatious, and describe your flirtations in great detail to your husband.  Describe how you want to be alone with him and how you wouldn't hesitate to fuck him if the circumstances allowed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bed, ask your husband what he fantasizes about.  It is guaranteed to prompt him to ask you the same question.  Go into excruciating detail.  For example, if you are into interracial fantasies, tell him how you fantasize about being with two or three black men, who completely have their way with you.  Or tell him a fantasy involving someone he already knows, and portray a very realistic fantasy.  For example, you are not feeling well, so you stay home from work.  A coworker stops by to have you sign some papers.  You answer the door in your night clothes.  As you invite him in, you find him staring at you, and things develop from there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotwife talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your husband you fantasize about dating other men-- just for the sex.  Ask how he feels about it.  Tell him you would tell him everything that happened, but that you want to meet one on one with another man.  If he doesn't go for that, explain how he could watch, but not participate.  Ask him frequently if he would be comfortable watching a huge cock sliding in and out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Out With the Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is particularly effective if you have single friends.  Take a night out with your girlfriends, at least once monthly.  Have a few drinks and use the alcohol as an excuse for your flirtations, if you need an excuse.  Return home with tales of other men flirting with you, buying drinks, etc.  Exaggerate if you must--- or better yet, return with a phone number.... or another man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-7813956960377664008?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/7813956960377664008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=7813956960377664008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/7813956960377664008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/7813956960377664008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2008/02/hotwife-tips.html' title='Hotwife Tips'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-5545400288527464578</id><published>2008-02-23T20:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:13:52.860Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Porn Landfill</title><content type='html'>Have you checked out &lt;a href="http://www.imagefap.com/gallery.php?type=1&amp;gen=17&amp;userid=0&amp;search=&amp;page=1"&gt;imagefap&lt;/a&gt; yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any landfill, it has its share of old garbage, but it is free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-5545400288527464578?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/5545400288527464578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=5545400288527464578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/5545400288527464578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/5545400288527464578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2008/02/porn-landfill.html' title='Porn Landfill'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-3349734116074637695</id><published>2008-02-21T05:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:14:51.986Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>More Fantasy Fun</title><content type='html'>I am away traveling for work, interviewing new management candidates.  I phoned my wife to check in.  Her interest in my work consisted of wondering if anyone I interviewed was "hot."  She took it one step further to ask if anyone was black.  I was instantly left with an aching hard cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see the following scenario unfolding if I hired a black manager:  the first step would be to bring him to our home office for a few weeks of training.  Hotels have been seriously overbooked for months, as I have discovered trying to meet with visiting partners.  The most convenient solution would be for the manager to stay with us--- then I could even drive him to work.  It would be a good way to get to know him, as well.  Of course, my wife was initially outraged at the suggestion,  and she was adamant that this arrangement should impose no additional work on her.  Upon learning that Barry was black, her resistance melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked Barry up at the airport when he arrived, and settled him in-- where upon he headed straight to bed, exhausted from jet lag.  My wife was away at school when he arrived.  I went out to run some errands, and returned my later than expected to find her sunning herself on the terrace, in a bikini, with Barry sitting in the shade, wearing a pair of my shorts and a tank top, talking to her.  I was very surprised.  I stammered a belated introduction, to which they both laughed that obviously they had already met.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the two of them out there to finish readying the house for Barry's stay.  The guest room door was open, and I peeked in.  I was speechless.  On the floor were her rumpled clothing, and the sheets were entirely off the bed, revealing a large wetspot.  My cock was hard at attention as the realization of what happened overwhelmed me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back out to the terrace, to find him sitting near her, rubbing sun screen on her lower back.  His black hands were all over her ass.  As Barry turned, it was obvious he was concealing an enormouse erection.  My wife simply smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-3349734116074637695?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3349734116074637695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=3349734116074637695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/3349734116074637695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/3349734116074637695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-fantasy-fun.html' title='More Fantasy Fun'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-3414143528466265676</id><published>2008-02-10T11:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:14:27.318Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Jamaica Me Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtU3m2M1Ivs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtU3m2M1Ivs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;It seems female sex tourism is growing in popularity.  What happens in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-3414143528466265676?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3414143528466265676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=3414143528466265676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/3414143528466265676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/3414143528466265676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2008/02/jamaica-me-crazy.html' title='Jamaica Me Crazy'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-6497378098700370507</id><published>2007-11-19T18:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:15:33.721Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Blog Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.69michelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hotwife Michelle&lt;/a&gt; shows all the signs of an excellent blog:  it is well-written, involves apparently real people, and is updated several times weekly.  Definitely worth a visit--- puts this wreck of a blog to shame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-6497378098700370507?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/6497378098700370507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=6497378098700370507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/6497378098700370507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/6497378098700370507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-review.html' title='Blog Review'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-664000733847287040</id><published>2007-11-18T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:00:30.767Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Interesting Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pastime.biz/"&gt;Interracial homemade porn&lt;/a&gt;:  the name says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-664000733847287040?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/664000733847287040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=664000733847287040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/664000733847287040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/664000733847287040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2007/11/interesting-blog.html' title='Interesting Blog'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-3576201372131070297</id><published>2007-11-16T20:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:05:31.597Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resouces'/><title type='text'>Modern Directions</title><content type='html'>Every once in awhile I encounter a website so bizarre that it is worth mentioning.  Moderndirections.com is just one of those sites:  it attempts to tie non-traditional relationships to some sort of Christian ideology, although it generally doesn't delve deeper than tittilation.  Cases in point: this examination of &lt;a href="http://moderndirections.com/27.htm"&gt;interracial affairs&lt;/a&gt; or this article on the "&lt;a href="http://moderndirections.com/46.htm"&gt;hotwife phenomenon&lt;/a&gt;".  I'm not suggesting there is no validity here, but something seems to be amiss.  Maybe it is because the case studies read more like old-school "penthouse letters."  Then again, truth is often stranger than fiction.  Nonetheless, it makes for interesting reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-3576201372131070297?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3576201372131070297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=3576201372131070297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/3576201372131070297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/3576201372131070297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2007/11/modern-directions.html' title='Modern Directions'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-3181841303929673291</id><published>2007-11-14T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:15:53.041Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Interesting Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="499" height="428" id="player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://pc3.xtube.com/embed_player.swf?user_id=crazymf&amp;idx=3&amp;auto=0&amp;video_id=99VIH3xvmer&amp;clip_id=qf6K9ELdlw1" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pc3.xtube.com/embed_player.swf?user_id=crazymf&amp;idx=3&amp;auto=0&amp;video_id=99VIH3xvmer&amp;clip_id=qf6K9ELdlw1" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="499" height="428" name="player" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-3181841303929673291?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3181841303929673291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=3181841303929673291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/3181841303929673291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/3181841303929673291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2007/11/interesting-video.html' title='Interesting Video'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-950247045172993872</id><published>2007-11-13T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:56:05.091Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Resurrection</title><content type='html'>To all who have left this blog for dead, I am contemplating bringing it back to life. While we had a very active run about two years ago (has it really been that long?), &lt;br /&gt;we have been busy with living other aspects of life as of late. Whether we pick up where we left off (in real life) or not, I thought it would be good to at least keep a journal of the fantasies that run through my mind from time to time.  It will be interesting to see where this all leads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-950247045172993872?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/950247045172993872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=950247045172993872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/950247045172993872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/950247045172993872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2007/11/resurrection_13.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-115837832067714216</id><published>2006-09-16T03:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:42:40.258Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Story of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://english.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=136674"&gt;Claude&lt;/a&gt;, from Litrotica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="5" width="564"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://english.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=328030&amp;amp;page=submissions"&gt;Likes Watching&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="3" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie and I always enjoyed sex. She is vocal when we do it, saying things like “harder,” “deeper,” “give me all of it,” “more,” and the like. I have a reasonable 6 inches, but such comments led me to believe that she would not mind if I were hung larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I went on an educator’s tour, and wound up sharing a room with a black teacher from the other end of campus who I only barely knew. He was nice enough, we found a lot in common, and enjoyed each other’s company. The last night of our stay he and I had a few drinks before going up to our room. He hit the shower and I turned on the television waiting for my turn in the bathroom. He came out drying himself and I saw the man’s penis. He was hung better than any man I had ever seen. It was a full 8 inches down. I know 8 inches does not seem long, but pull out a ruler and look at 8 inches hanging straight down, and soft. He was not even hard. I was seriously impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw me look and laughed good naturedly, then apologized for not having covered himself. I laughed in return and remarked that women must love that thing. He continued the vein and nodded, saying that sometimes women who even heard about his tool wanted to see it. He laughed again amiably and I could not help but like this easygoing teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time my wife and I were in bed going at it and she started her “harder… deeper… give me all of it… more,” I could not help but think back of Claude’s huge member. I envisioned how much she would enjoy Claude’s huge cock plowing into her. In the excitement of our lovemaking, I told her about him, and how it might satisfy her need. The conversation excited her and even though she had just enjoyed a good orgasm, I noticed her hips responding as I described his black dick, it’s length. She even asked me how thick it was and whether or not he was circumcised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Claude’s name came up most of the time we made love after that. Sometimes it was I just to see how much she would respond and she did respond. The more I talked about him doing to her what I was doing she would become tremendously excited. More and more as time passed, she brought Claude’s name up during sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after a particularly good session in the sack, Mackenzie remarked that maybe I should invite Claude over Saturday evening. Somehow I was not surprised, but did not read too much into it. I asked her if she really thought I should. She said yes and I told her I would invite him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I crossed campus and found Claude. I asked him over for drinks on Saturday. He asked me if it was okay with my wife. Without thinking I told him that it was my wife’s idea. He smiled. I realized what he was thinking and lowered my head slightly, looking down. He broke the silence and said, warmly, that he would be delighted to come over, have drinks, and meet the wife. It was a done deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on pins and needles waiting for Saturday to arrive and I think was too. We did not speak of it, but there was an air of excitement surrounding us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came. Mackenzie dressed nicely, but nothing flashy, no high heels, no sexy outfit. She wore a simple cotton sundress, bare legs, and light makeup. Claude arrived and within a few minutes I could tell that they were hitting it off. After half and hour of conversation, Mackenzie left the room and went to the bedroom. It sounded like she was making a telephone call. She returned to the living room. Nothing seemed different except that I noticed one button at the top of her dress was now open. It was just a button, a small thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later the phone rang. Mackenzie took it, listened for a moment, looked in my direction, then told the caller to hold on. She told me it was Gloria and she was having an awful time with a paper she was writing and could I come over for a little while and help her with it. I did not particularly want to go, but my wife pleaded that Gloria was her best friend and she really wished I would. It would only take me an hour or so. That was not true, it would take me 30 minutes to drive each way and who knew how long to help her with the paper. I told her we had company and leaving we would be rude. Mackenzie looked at me, her eyes imploring, and said, “I will entertain Claude. It will be okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With reluctance, I left. Forty-five minutes later I was with Gloria, painting her paper in red. As I worked, discussed points, and made recommendations, I felt Gloria measuring me in some way. She looked more directly at me than I had ever noticed before and she glanced at the clock regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentration was difficult. My mind wandered to Mackenzie and Claude. What were they doing? I could openly envision her under him, accepting that massive cock, giving him pleasure and pleasuring herself. Would she wear a condom? Did I want it to happen? Was I just being fanciful and nothing was really going on at all? I did not know any answers to any of my question. I only knew that I had to concentrate to breath. Gloria’s paper did not get my best effort. Somehow I did not think it really matter much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I disengaged from Gloria, and left for home. I got back two and half-hours after leaving Mackenzie and Claude. I quietly entered the living room. I did not sneak in, but I did not make any announcement noises either. I saw the room was empty, but could hear soft music coming from the CD player. On the couch was Mackenzie’s sundress and on the floor Claude’s clothes. I knew immediately what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the coffee table sat my unfinished drink. Even warm, I decided to sit down and sip it while pondering what to do or not to do. As I sat next to her dress looking down at his clothes I wondered if she had enjoyed it. Had she been openly sluttish or seduced him romantically? Maybe even he had initiated it? No, it would have been her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude entering the room interrupted my thoughts. He was as naked as he had been after the shower in our hotel room some weeks earlier. He was just as friendly and just as uninhibited in being nude. His cock hung down lower than I remembered. He smiled and told me Mackenzie was asleep and that I had missed a good evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat down opposite me, stretched back in relaxation, and then thanked me for having me over. Claude sure was a likeable guy. I could not understand it. He had obviously just fucked my wife, was letting his cock point straight at me and smiling at me. I really liked this guy and smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was glad he had enjoyed himself. After a few minutes, he got up and told me what a nice house we had as he dressed. Finally he was ready to leave and stuck out his hand. We shook and, in parting, Clause told me how attractive Mackenzie was and thanked me for introducing him to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude left and I turned out the lights. After undressing and sliding into bed, I could smell the sex. She was naked, on her back, asleep. I pulled the covers back and lowered my head to her pussy. Even in the darkness I could see the lips were swollen. Closer examination revealed a condom had not been used, a small streak of cum down the inside of her thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stirred as I lay down beside her. I put my arm around my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re home.” She murmured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, did you have a good evening?” I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mmmm, nice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Was he good?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” she sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe I should invite him back next week?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. She did not seem surprised at its hardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No papers to grade though,” I pronounced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to nod an agreement, but her mouth was full and busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later I exploded in mindless ecstasy, and shortly we were both asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-115837832067714216?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/115837832067714216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=115837832067714216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/115837832067714216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/115837832067714216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/09/story-of-week.html' title='Story of the Week'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-115415667057638902</id><published>2006-07-29T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:43:13.957Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Been a Long Time</title><content type='html'>The following is a fantasy-  base in part on true events.  We recently relocated.  In the city we previously lived, my wife had quite a crush on on black coworker.  They would flirt at work, on the phone, and even kissed each other in his car at a work function.  She actually wanted to invite him over "to talk" one evening when I was working late.  While her playing with other men always involved me as well, I had the distinct feeling that she actually wanted to meet him alone.  She mentioned that she knew she could have him any time she wanted.  I of course was extremely turned on by all of this, and really did nothing to discourage it.  The only down side was that he became a little too emotionally involved, and the fact that we all worked together made things a little uncomfortable.  Still, I completely trusted her, and actually "gave my blessing" that if she really wanted to "go all the way" with him, she could do whatever she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are returning.  They don't work together anymore.  Nothing would turn me on like my wife telling me she is going out with him, and whatever happens, happens.  I envision it happening something like this:  I meet up with some friends while she leaves to hang out with him.  I return late to a friend's huge house that we are staying at while they are out of the country.   She has not returned yet.  I try to sleep, but lie awake, thinking about what they must be doing.  I have the entire house to myself.  Naked, I go down to the kitchen to grab a snack.  I hear a quite noise down in the basement, and quietly go downstairs.  In the TV room, I see the two of them curled up on the sofa, naked, kissing as she strokes his large cock.  "Are you sure you can handle this again," she asks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't we hear your husband come home?" he answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's probably sound asleep right now," she says.  I swear she was looking at me standing in the dark shadows as she said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they continue kissing, his cock grows even larger.  I notice mine standing straight at attention.  She crawls on top of him and starts sucking his cock.  He talks dirty to her, asking if she had ever seen a cock that big, asking her if she likes the taste of black meat.  She can only nod enthusiastically as she does her best at managing his cock.  He feels her pussy with his hand and says "You are still wet from before."  I could see his cum leaking out along her thighs, and I am surprised she wasn't using a condom.  I was a little stunned, since my wife had told me that she thought his cock was average sized.  There was nothing average about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He positions her on her back, and begins to slowly enter her as he kisses her.  "You are still stretched out from before."  He begins fucking her very slowly.  She holds his thighs to keep him from entering too deeply.  "Let me just give it a push," he says.  "Let me go all the way in."  She removes her hands, as he slowly pushes against her with the weight of his body, and I notice he has lost weight since I last saw him.  She shudders in orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does your husband know you like black cock?"  he asks.  She could only nod.  "Turn around and let me take a look at that ass." She complied.  He rested his cock on her ass as he probed her with his fingers.  "I'll show you how you are meant to be fucked."  As he went in and out, her pussy was stretched along his wet cock.  "I have wanted to fuck you for so long," he said.  "Ever since that night in your car.  You were such a tease-- letting me taste your little pussy.  Letting me kiss your breasts. You should have let me fuck you then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in such ecstasy she couldn't even respond.  "I even gave you a little taste of my big cock," he said.  I was stunned!  And incredibly turned on.  She had left open all possibilities before she left that night, long ago.  It wasn't like she had lied to me about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am getting sore," she said.  "I want to try you in my ass."  She reached over and handed him the bottle of lube we normally keep in our nightstand back at home.  He pulled out, lubbed up, and very slowly worked his head into her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You OK?"  he asked.  "You like this?  I can never get my girlfriend to do this,"  he said.  "What would your husband say if he could see you right now?"  He asked.  "Did you really tell him that you were meeting me tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's totally cool with it," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't get it," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen," she explained. "The difference between me and you, is that your girlfriend, who is practically your wife, has no idea where you really are or what you are doing.  But you and I are together, here, tonight, doing the same thing.  The difference is that my husband is OK with it.  It turns him on, actually.   Now shut up and keep fucking me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started pounding her ass, and I couldn't tell if she was in pain or complete pleasure by her sounds.   It definitely sounded like yet another orgasm.  He finally stopped thrusting, as he sort of twitched with his cock buried in her ass.  He bent around to kiss her neck and ears, keeping his cock in for an unusually long time.  When he finally pulled out, it was limp, but looked to be the same size as when it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's three times," he said.  "There is no way you will get all that cum out of you before you go to bed."  He reached around to kiss her again.  "You really are built for fucking-- a brother's dream.  I really want to hook up with you again before you go.  Maybe we can invite my friend along, like I talked about? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, he was inches away from me, around the corner, getting dressed.  I had nowhere to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to be getting home.  It is much later than I expected.  Let's meet again," he said.  The next moment he turned the light on and turned the corner, right into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long have you been down here?"  he asked.  "Oh never mind, this is too strange.  I am out of here.  You have some cleaning up to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I returned upstairs to our room.  She recapped the night, explaining how it began at his house, that his girlfriend was away for work.  They had begun by discussing their relationship problems, but quite quickly they began kissing.  They had fucked twice at his place.  He had just asked to use the bathroom when things started up again over here.  I asked her about the night in the car that she was referring to.  She told me nothing really happened.  She went on to explain that she had said his cock was average size because she was concerned I would be jelous if she told me how large it actually was.  She faded out in mid-sentence from an exhausting, late night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-115415667057638902?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/115415667057638902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=115415667057638902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/115415667057638902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/115415667057638902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/07/been-long-time.html' title='Been a Long Time'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-115417062019995122</id><published>2006-07-29T10:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:44:04.051Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>And More</title><content type='html'>More erotic couples photos.  Interracial porn is a dime a dozen- commonplace and rather boring. However, scenes between couples, particularly kissing, touching, or undressing- especially if a wedding ring is present- are much rarer and erotically charged.  I have posted suggestive photos below- generally non-nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/MMFN_April_stills_266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/MMFN_April_stills_266.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/michellecalvinsofa01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/michellecalvinsofa01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/Pict1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/Pict1-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/The%20Man2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/The%20Man2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/7717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/7717.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/7527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/7527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/731805569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/731805569.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/7161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/7161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/7164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/7164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/loretta1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/loretta1_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/9eecc69d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/9eecc69d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/000156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/000156.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/7159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/7159.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/005_interracial-cuckold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/005_interracial-cuckold.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/uswifes1026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/uswifes1026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-115417062019995122?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/115417062019995122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=115417062019995122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/115417062019995122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/115417062019995122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-more.html' title='And More'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-115416887676051669</id><published>2006-07-28T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:44:41.204Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Undressing</title><content type='html'>In the grip of seduction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/christina01gal02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/christina01gal02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/er.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/i02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/i02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/mc1759063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/mc1759063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/nokelli02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/nokelli02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/boyfriend020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/boyfriend020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/469165301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/469165301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/02456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/02456.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/2005-03-15_111452_ashleycox3hands-5525a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/2005-03-15_111452_ashleycox3hands-5525a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/839533084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/839533084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/worldwifes005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/worldwifes005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/02785.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/bjtobistills004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/bjtobistills004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/004s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/004s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/02big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/02big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/I%20love%20the%20way%20he%20undresses%20her%20%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/I%20love%20the%20way%20he%20undresses%20her%20%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-115416887676051669?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/115416887676051669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=115416887676051669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/115416887676051669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/115416887676051669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/07/undressing.html' title='Undressing'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-115416751100024958</id><published>2006-07-26T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:56:30.671Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Interacial Kissing Photos</title><content type='html'>Not really porn, per se, but erotic nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/31y.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/31y.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/1tktk.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/1tktk.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/Lol-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/Lol-27.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/kisspic011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/kisspic011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/012_interracial-cuckold.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/012_interracial-cuckold.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/bf005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/bf005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/8b08scd-ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/8b08scd-ring.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bonus points for the wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/02e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/02e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/03.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/320/03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-115416751100024958?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/115416751100024958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=115416751100024958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/115416751100024958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/115416751100024958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/07/interacial-kissing-photos.html' title='Interacial Kissing Photos'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114629835488818530</id><published>2006-04-29T08:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:51:52.275Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Fun dream</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, to the memory of a fun, erotic dream. I started telling E about it, as we were cuddling, and touching each other. I dreamt that we were staying at a cabin with a bunch of people. I really wanted to experience a DP again, so we asked one of the guys there, if he was up for it. I think it was one of the guys we have met up with before, in reality, but then again in dreams, certain things can be somewhat blurry. Anyways, he was totally interested, and we went to a bedroom, and I laid out my fantasy that would soon become reality. Just when we were about to start, I unfortunately woke up. But it made for a good story this morning, and I will admit I added the end to make it more exciting for E.  It totally turned him on, and we had some fun wild sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week our love-making has become a bit more serious. We've talked about it, and we both agree that it comes from what can happen from our love-making! But since, we actually won't know when it happens, we've decided that it can still be fun, sexy, and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is checking out new cameras right now. Our old one is pretty much completely broken, and out of date, and we need to buy a new one. E is going on a big business trip next week, and it would great if he had a camera. And of course, it's been a long time since we took any pictures in the bedroom, so maybe soon, we'll post some new pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114629835488818530?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114629835488818530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114629835488818530' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114629835488818530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114629835488818530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/04/fun-dream.html' title='Fun dream'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114598512265083014</id><published>2006-04-25T16:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:41:16.700Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>Changing directions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(From her) &lt;/span&gt; I don't know quite how to write this blog entry, but I'll make an attemt to make it understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously we have mostly written about our sexual adventures and fantasies, specifically involving another man. We thoroughly enjoyed our adventures, and had a great time. Lately we haven't written so much about it, and I think it's because our life is changing course, and threesomes are no longer at the forefront in our sexual lives. Not that it ever was the most important- our relationship and sex together has always and will always be the most important. We still have plenty of fantasies to talk about, and we'll probably continue to write about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's changing you might ask. Well, I think the blog will be more about different aspects of our lives. We have mentioned earlier that about six months ago we relocated from the US abroad, and we are now fairly well set up in our new hometown. We both have jobs (mine is decent, his is great, but that's for another post), we have bought a house (have not moved in yet, can hardly wait). So things are working out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved here, there were several reasons for doing so. One of them was to start a family, and that is the life changing direction I am talking about. I don't know yet how much I comfortable sharing about that. I don't want to put any pressure on ourselves in that regard, but I also feel the need to write about it. We both have other blogs, which all our family and friends read, and those blogs are not the place to blog about this, we don't everyone we know to ask how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;is going. So, I'm sure you can all read between the lines, and figure out what is going on.  Time will tell how comfortable I am about sharing this in this public, yet private place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it for now, but more to follow....&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114598512265083014?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114598512265083014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114598512265083014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114598512265083014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114598512265083014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/04/changing-directions.html' title='Changing directions!'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114476984474223141</id><published>2006-04-11T15:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:56:57.263Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>We are headed to Amsterdam for a few days.  She really wants to visit a sex club, which would be a first for us- and who am I to stop her?  We both think it would be very cool, although I think we both have some apprehensions about the sort of people we might find.  Neither of us really considers this a lifestyle worthy of our full attention, but we both have fun with this.  She has mentioned that she would like to have public sex- the two of us.  I have a feeling it would turn into something a little more once we started.  Who knows?  We might not have enough time, but we will definitely report back if anything develops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114476984474223141?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114476984474223141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114476984474223141' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114476984474223141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114476984474223141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/04/amsterdam.html' title='Amsterdam'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114339877875527523</id><published>2006-03-26T18:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:57:22.569Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Porn (Brings Couples Together)</title><content type='html'>There, I used the "P-word."  One of the sexiest things is stumbling across porn sites my wife has visited.  We are very open about our porn habits- but I don't really think either of us is dysfunctionally addicted to it.  And maybe we are not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; open, as we don't broadcast it, but we don't hide it either.  Seriously, it turns me on enormously knowing that she views it once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I had a live-in girlfriend who freaked out on me when a friend emailed some porn images to me- those semi-shocking, "get a load of this" craziness that was the internet in the mid-90s.  It was probably a photo of a woman with a bunch of lit candles in her vagina, or a watermelon in her anus.  Who knows or cares?  The point is, someone sent it to me.  The point is, it should have been painfully obvious that I had no such fetishes.  Of course this was all a smoke screen for the fact that she was snooping through my email in the first place, and the fact that I am quite certain she was cheating on me at the time (which was definitely not a turn-on considering how few of my needs were being met).  So I was greeted with feigned outrage, and the idea that all women hated porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until several years later that I realized women even new porn existed.  My wife is very frank and open in her communication.  I  learned from her that I could truly share anything.  I became fascinated with my wife's fantasies, her tastes in porn, and what she thought about when she masturbated.  Of course, in the process I had to reveal the same, but these are the sorts of things that bring couples closer together- sexually and otherwise.  I am sure many couples pretend they don't masturbate, view porn, or fantasize about other people.  I fail to see how this is healthy.  It seems no matter what, it is maintaining a falsehood.  Sure, maybe not everyone looks at porn, but I would then argue that it is unhealthy to never masturbate, unless someone is completely over-sexed (which seems unlikely).  Masturbators think about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something.  &lt;/span&gt;Somehow I doubt it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; a spouse.  It just seems natural that the mind will eventually wander.  In my case, my mind wanders wondering where my wife's mind wanders.  It is the perfect relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114339877875527523?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114339877875527523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114339877875527523' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114339877875527523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114339877875527523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/03/porn-brings-couples-together.html' title='Porn (Brings Couples Together)'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114339771105480100</id><published>2006-03-26T18:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:57:44.929Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Sex After Marriage</title><content type='html'>A coworker was eulogizing his sex life.  I forget the exact context, but the implication was that there was no such thing as a married woman who couldn't get enough sex.  I didn't want to show my cards at that point, nor make him feel worse, so I held my tongue.  But it reminded me how great I have it, and of how wonderful and amazing my wife is.  It makes me wonder what his role is in having a sexless marriage, but I dare not ask.  Unlike many people, I have more sex after marriage than before.  I have no complaints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114339771105480100?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114339771105480100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114339771105480100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114339771105480100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114339771105480100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/03/sex-after-marriage.html' title='Sex After Marriage'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114338886005279007</id><published>2006-03-26T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:58:18.245Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Fantasies vs. Reality, Revisited</title><content type='html'>I do not think it is necessary to live out every single fantasy to have a healthy life.  Clearly, some fantasies are best left untouched.  I think we are both moving back into synch regarding being in another threesome.   There is nothing quite like the sight of watching her with another man.  But I still have a recurring fantasy about her being with another man- without me.  I really cannot explain this other than it is a turn-on to be left only with my imagination, and I also wonder if my presence lends a little inhibition to her enjoying herself (as if she needs to make sure she doesn't have too much fun).  But I also wonder if my presence erases any chance of her feeling even a shred of guilt.  This particular fantasy kept me company the nights I spent away on business travel, and it is looming large this coming week when I travel again.  We have already discussed this, and while it is a turn-on for her, I don't see anything coming of it with a coworker.  Then again, she is very new at this job and it may prove to be more complicated than I could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second recurring fantasy is watching her in an interracial encounter, which should come as no surprse to anyone who has read this for any length of time.  I know this turns her on very much as well.  She has a big cock fetish, and while the interracial aspect plays on certain racial stereotypes, I think there may be other issues at work here as well.   Black on white sex is still rather taboo.  Also, she is blonde and rather fair-skinned, making for quite a contrast.  Finally, I think there is something a little extreme or exotic about being with someone of a different race.  I don't know that it would be the easiest thing in the world for a black male to live up to the cultural stereotypes, but I guess I don't need to worry about that.    The problem that we would encounter is that hooking up for an interracial encounter would likely require us to travel, resulting in a rather anonymous encounter.  Of course, we have done this in the past with men we had just met in person, after a bit of an online "courtship," but they have been local, and presumably more honest about such things as marital status, sexual history, etc. in hopes that they could have more than a one-shot meeting with us.  Then again, we have never met anyone whose personality let us down in any way, or who misrepresented himself.  Actually, we have carefully screened the men we met, and have only have excellent experiences with very interesting people.  So I guess we are doing something right.  Who knows if this fantasy will ever become reality.  The truth is, it doesn't really matter.  We get enough mileage out of it as a fantasy as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114338886005279007?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114338886005279007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114338886005279007' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114338886005279007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114338886005279007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/03/fantasies-vs-reality-revisited.html' title='Fantasies vs. Reality, Revisited'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114335628378166665</id><published>2006-03-26T06:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:58:54.247Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Photo of the Day</title><content type='html'>Last night my wife emailed a guy we hooked up with in December.  She asked if it was OK to email him... like she doesn't know how much it turns me on!  Hopefully we can all meet up soon.  Then again, maybe she will surprise me with a story how the only day he could travel up to meet us was the day I was out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was originally her idea, I am rather stuck on interracial fantasies at the moment.  These all have some sort of interracial wife theme, either with a husband watching or with a visible ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/badwife2.0.jpg"&gt;B &amp; W&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/bandb2.jpg"&gt;B &amp;amp; W&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/2004-04-01_175753_038.0.jpg"&gt;B &amp; W   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/image9227.jpg"&gt;B &amp;amp; W&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/newest018.jpg"&gt;B &amp; W&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how feasible it is to find someone where we live, but we do manage to travel.  It seems there are a lot of black men who are into being with a white couple- at least from the ads we see.  Plus, she never seemed to have any trouble attracting black guys before we moved.  We will see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114335628378166665?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114335628378166665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114335628378166665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114335628378166665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114335628378166665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/03/photo-of-day_26.html' title='Photo of the Day'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114327008073150060</id><published>2006-03-25T06:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:59:34.170Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Next Week</title><content type='html'>My wife reads this blog, so there are no secrets here.  Actually, we always seem to communicate very well, although you can imagine that there have been a few stresses involved with us relocating, toying with unemployment, then starting new jobs.  Last night, in bed, she mentioned that she had read the recent entry about my trip out of town next week.  To send the blood flow to my cock into the turbo zone, she then told me that on Thursday night, they are having an after work "team building" event that sounded mostly like they were all going out for drinks and to party.  Of course, that was the night I would be away.  She said there would be alcohol and flirting, and asked how far she should take things.  I told her "all the way."  The said she would need a ride if she was drinking, and asked if "they" should come back here, or stay over at "his place."  It was about all I could handle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envisioned her getting a ride back from a co-worker that she had been flirting with all night, who asked if he could come in to use the bathroom.  Once inside, he asked if she lived alone.  She reminded him that I was away for work.  She offers him something to drink and he chooses a glass of wine.  They sit on the couch and she leans over to kiss him.  His hands are all over her body.  He reaches up under her skirt and pulls off her panties and begins to finger her.  Thoroughly wet, she leads him into the bedroom.  He undresses her and begins licking her pussy.  She reaches for his belt.  He takes off his clothes, revealing a very large thick uncirsumsized cock.  She pulls on it to bring him up to her mouth so she can suck on it.  Unable to wait any longer, she reaches into the night stand and hands him a condom.   He begins fucking her as a pool of her juices flow unto the clean sheets.  He then takes her from behind as she begins orgasming.  As he is ready to finish, he pulls out, rips off the condom, and surprises her by spraying cum all over her ass and back.  They collapse exhausted.  We I return, I find the soiled sheets, as well as the misplaced condom that mysteriously disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had incredible sex afterwards.  This isn't a must-do fantasy, but it fun to play around with.  And I really am traveling next week, and she really has a company party.  Who knows what will really happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114327008073150060?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114327008073150060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114327008073150060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114327008073150060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114327008073150060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/03/next-week.html' title='Next Week'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114300734997036815</id><published>2006-03-22T05:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:00:12.298Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Getting Away</title><content type='html'>Since I have been traveling so much, my wife wants to get away for a long weekend, so in a few weeks we are headed on a mini-vacation.  I am considering the idea of trying to make our interracial fantasy come true.  It seems there are plenty of black men turned on by being with a white wife, so I expect we shouldn't have too much difficulty finding someone.  Of course, I haven't brought the specific idea up to her, but somehow I don't think she will object too much.  I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114300734997036815?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114300734997036815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114300734997036815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114300734997036815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114300734997036815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/03/getting-away.html' title='Getting Away'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114300590876958801</id><published>2006-03-22T05:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:00:37.380Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Open Invite</title><content type='html'>I am traveling for work late next week, and wanted to throw this out on the radar ahead of time for a change.  In thinking this through, I think it would be very hot to give her a "free night" where she could do whatever she wanted.  I read about a pro basketball player whose wife gives him one night every year to do "whatever."  It would be the same situation- in reverse.  I am not quite sure what she would do with this freedom, as we are new here, but I am sure that if she were motivated, she could do whatever she wanted.  Of course I would expect all the sordid details later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114300590876958801?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114300590876958801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114300590876958801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114300590876958801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114300590876958801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/03/open-invite.html' title='Open Invite'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114297182190415659</id><published>2006-03-21T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:02:28.480Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>More Fantasy Pics</title><content type='html'>I am returning with a few more interracial "wedding ring" images.  I still find this to be a ridiculously hot fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/jke85-229.jpg"&gt;Link  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/christina01gal14.jpg"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/christina01gal14.jpg"&gt;Link &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/09ex.jpg"&gt;Link &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/07.jpg"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114297182190415659?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114297182190415659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114297182190415659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114297182190415659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114297182190415659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-fantasy-pics.html' title='More Fantasy Pics'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114279044739867278</id><published>2006-03-19T17:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:03:01.874Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Warming Up</title><content type='html'>It seems my lust is gradually warming with the weather.  This blog is almost turning into a bi-weekly affair, which was not our intention, but it seems there is always something.  As I mentioned earlier, we recently relocated.  This means we are now house hunting so we can get out of this apartment.  This has taken some of our recent energy, in addition to me traveling abroad for work.  Also, my wife has taken on a new job- in an office in a rather male dominated industry.  This had its own unintended benefits, however, when she described the office flirations of her new coworkers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our previous jobs, we worked for the same company, so office flirtations were somewhat inhibited by my presence.  I am not suggesting that it never happened, but I am sure it added an aura of weirdness to the situation.  On the other hand, it didn't really slow down one of her black co-workers who flirted incessantly with her toward our last days.  I think my wife was practically setting up a seduction scene, until he blew it with his pushy attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows it turns me on when she flirts with other men.  It should be interesting to see what develops in her new work environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114279044739867278?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114279044739867278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114279044739867278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114279044739867278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114279044739867278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/03/warming-up.html' title='Warming Up'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114275540563356516</id><published>2006-03-19T07:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:03:24.208Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>More Travels</title><content type='html'>I recently took another trip for work- the longest trip away from my wife so far.  Each night I fantasized that she would take it upon herself to hook up with the local guy who was relocating in a few weeks- a guy we have met up with before.  She has never been with another guy without me there, and while this isn't a primary fantasy of mine, the fact that she has already been with this man makes the situation feel safer.  While it is very erotic to watch her, the brain is also a very powerful sex organ, and I am curious to know how intense it would be to only have my imagination to visualize what happened.  Again, I can't explain why it turns me on so much, but it does.  Then again, I really wouldn't want too big of a surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114275540563356516?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114275540563356516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114275540563356516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114275540563356516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114275540563356516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-travels.html' title='More Travels'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114145624021089674</id><published>2006-03-04T06:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:04:10.838Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Another Fantasy</title><content type='html'>We have been busy the past week with a guest staying with us.  Nothing exciting or sexual- in fact quite the opposite. To get things back on track, I present this fantasy.  As I mentioned before, one of the guys we hooked up with is relocating.  My wife contacted him about getting together again before we go.  I actually have a few fantasies surrounding this scenario.  What adds to the strangeness of the situation is that I leave the country for a little over a week for some business travel.  I normally am not turned on by the thought of her meeting alone with someone, but we have met this guy before, there are extenuating circumstances with him relocating, and the fact that he is leaving makes this feel safer for her not to develop any emotional attachments to him.  So the thought of her even being interested in meeting up with him is quite hot at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fantasy is that we went over to his place to meet up with him.  He had already told us he had a friend staying with him to help him with his move, but that his friend should be gone by the time we arrive.  When we showed up, we noticed an extra car in the driveway.  "K" greeted us at the door, took our coats, and seated us in his livingroom where a black guy "Dan" is seated and introduced to us.  Dan gave us a sly look, but we didn't think anything of it at the time.  As we made small talk with K, waiting for Dan to leave, I noticed my wife "L" seeming to pay extra attention to him, subtly flirting in front of K and I.  K finally said, "I didn't plan this, but Dan's plans have changed.  I hope you aren't angry about this, but I told "K" all about you and showed him L's photos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife blushed, but she was seated between the two of them. K began lightly touching her.  Dan said that he didn't want to make us uncomfortable, and that he only wanted to watch.  K told me to close the blinds as he began undressing L in front of all of us.  Soon L was completely naked, and K told her to show Dan her ass.  She sat on Dan's lap, facing away from him, grinding her naked ass into his clothed crotch.  K stood up and pulled his large cock out for L to suck.  She needed no encouragement.  Dan cupped her breasts as she began to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K stopped to arrange L on her hands and knees, to take her doggy-style from behind with her face in Dan's crotch.  Dan asked her if she ever tasted a black cock before. Before she could answer he started removing his pants, revealing a huge bulge in his underwear.  My wife quickly freed his cock and attempted to suck it, but her attention was divided by the fucking she was receiving from behind.  Dan told her that K mentioned she liked two cocks at once, and how she had promised K he could fuck her in the ass.  He stopped to position her pussy on his massive cock while facing him, leaving her little asshole free for K to play with.  K pressed the tip of his very thick cock against her wet ass and very slowly began to enter.  All three looked to be in equisite pleasure.  K soon came in her ass, leaving her in a  shivering orgasm.  Dan put her on her back and continued fucking her, though she had difficulty taking all of his cock.  He then pulled out and began fucking her still-gaping ass.  Soon Dan was ready to come, leaving me a wife with well-used ass and pussy, too spent for any more playtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114145624021089674?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114145624021089674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114145624021089674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114145624021089674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114145624021089674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-fantasy.html' title='Another Fantasy'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-114034141204225925</id><published>2006-02-19T09:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:05:56.842Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Back in Business</title><content type='html'>I think that about a month ago the well ran dry for me.  Work was crazy and we had been through so many changes that it just wasn't happening for me.  The threesome fantasies took a vacation.  This was no cause for concern, as throughout my life, fantasy had sort of come and gone before, so I figured it would be back.  I knew my passions for this sort of thing were heading back on track when my wife would describe the flirtations of coworker and I found it turning me on again.  This was further compounded when the last guy we hooked up with sent an email stating that he was relocating.  Suddenly I felt we should meet up with him again.  In thinking this through, I couldn't help but wonder if part of my reservation earlier might have had something to do with the fact that this man didn't seem to have much else going on sexually in his life.  It seemed that he viewed, or at last acted like it, that she was his primary sexual outlet.  After awhile, this made me feel a little uncomfortable.  Now it is no longer an issue, and I feel everything can be restored to a healthy balance.  We really had a great time before, but I think the entire combination of circumstances contributed to my feelings.  For example, had I been working for this company longer, I would have felt more secure at work, and with that security, presumably more comfortable with pursuing more fun in the bedroom.  Anyway, things are back on track.  I hope we can meet up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-114034141204225925?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/114034141204225925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=114034141204225925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114034141204225925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/114034141204225925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-in-business.html' title='Back in Business'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113825602465853767</id><published>2006-01-26T06:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:06:30.181Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Role Playing</title><content type='html'>My wife is setting something up for next week with the last guy we were with.  He is interested in role playing, and it looks like she is starting to play along.  She normally isn't into that sort of thing, which speaks volumes for how wonderfully sexual she is-  she doesn't &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to role play to be uninhibited.  I don't need it either, but I think it holds potential for just being fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he wants to be the computer repair guy that comes over.  I have my own twist on this fantasy.  He comes over while she is in the shower and starts working on our computer.  We don't have any cash to pay him, so I run to the ATM.  Meanwhile, he finds a stash of "screw my wife" porn on our computer, and asks my wife if we are into that sort of thing.  She is just barely covered up by a towel at that point.  I arrive home, unable to get cash, and find the two of them in the bedroom, naked, with her sucking his cock...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113825602465853767?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113825602465853767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113825602465853767' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113825602465853767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113825602465853767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/role-playing.html' title='Role Playing'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113794958721853997</id><published>2006-01-22T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:07:09.202Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Things I Miss</title><content type='html'>We recently relocated, as I mentioned in previous posts.  The move has been great, but we still aren't entirely settled in with our lives.  We really aren't socially imbedded yet, but that will come with time.  Before we moved, we knew each other's coworkers very well.  I was particularly aware of coworkers who flirted with my wife, as she would tell me about them in great detail.  There were the random moments at the gym when some guy would start talking to her, or some guy would invite her over to his table for a drink as she walked across a bar.  Our natural encounters of this type are almost non-existent at this point, and I miss them.  Eventually they will develop.  Tonight she plans to phone K, if she isn't too tired- which already doesn't sound particularly spicy.  Hopefully she can work up a little flirtation in the phone call.  Frankly, I think she should go for all-out phone sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113794958721853997?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113794958721853997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113794958721853997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113794958721853997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113794958721853997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-i-miss.html' title='Things I Miss'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113794831389041851</id><published>2006-01-22T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:07:41.185Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Business as Usual</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that it has been about a month since our last meeting.  Of course, it has been a very busy month, with the holidays and our new work schedules.  I am feeling that my batteries are fully recharged for hooking up with one of our two friends.  Both are very different, and I find myself fantasizing about additional meetings in very different ways.  The first guy, F, is very engaging socially and sexually.  He really focuses his energy into the threesome as a whole, rather than just on my wife.  He seems very comfortable in his skin, and is quite laid back.  K, on the other hand, has a different intensity to him.  I don't think he is as open-minded about things.  He is less focused on the group concept.  I am not placing a value judgment on that, but making an observation.  Oddly, his attitude makes me feel less like participating as a group unit myself.  I know that I could be plenty turned on by just watching.  Hopefully we can meet up with one of these guys in a week or so.  It can be a little tricky coordinating everyone's schedules.  What we really need to try is for all four of us to hook up at once.  But that would be a logistical nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113794831389041851?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113794831389041851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113794831389041851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113794831389041851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113794831389041851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/business-as-usual.html' title='Business as Usual'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113783687473659378</id><published>2006-01-21T09:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:09:33.829Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Things Change</title><content type='html'>We always play safe with other guys.  There has been no discussion, no negotiation.  That is just the way it is.  It is the way it needs to be.  We don't want any added stress to our lives.  In the past, when I read about guys fantasies involving their wives having condomless sex with other men, I didn't understand it at all.  The thought really didn't turn me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, my wife approached an old boyfriend to see if he might be interested in joining us.  She told me that they never used condoms when they were together, and that she would let him cum in her ass if he wanted, but I think her offer of a threesome freaked him out too much- we never met up.  Eventually the thought of it really started to turn me on.  I can't help buy wonder what it would feel like to be inside her after another man has filled her up- particularly K, as he is probably the better candidate for something like this.  This isn't on my must-do list, but rather a fantasy.  It is interesting how it is now something of a turn-on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113783687473659378?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113783687473659378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113783687473659378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113783687473659378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113783687473659378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-change.html' title='Things Change'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113778006570199281</id><published>2006-01-20T17:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:11:46.324Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>Back In the Zone</title><content type='html'>I am half convinced males have hormone cycles- at least I do.  Inexplicably I will have a period of days or weeks when I am completely horny, followed by days I don't even think about sex.  That isn't to say my wife doesn't still get me worked up, but the issue seems to be how readily sexual thoughts are in the front of my mind.  I am on the high end of the cycle again.  I am settling in to my new job, so I am not as exhausted as I was previous weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed the last guy we were with, shared the fantasy I posted the other day.  We haven't heard back from him-  hope he isn't scared away.  I feel that I am firmly back in the zone where I am really looking forward to us meeting with him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113778006570199281?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113778006570199281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113778006570199281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113778006570199281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113778006570199281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-in-zone.html' title='Back In the Zone'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113765257873886351</id><published>2006-01-19T06:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:12:28.329Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Almost?</title><content type='html'>So my flight was late, and my wife late to pick me up.  It gave me at least a twinge of excitement thinking about the possibilities.  Also, I noticed in our email that she tried to contact one of the guys while I was away, but he was unavailable.  Who knows what might have happened?  I will have to ask her what she had in mind.  Or maybe she will post here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More images in the spirit of the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/P1010266.jpg"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/hfb030_055.jpg"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/DSC020177.jpg"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/DSC02123.jpg"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/03.jpg"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113765257873886351?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113765257873886351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113765257873886351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113765257873886351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113765257873886351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/almost.html' title='Almost?'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113747528754807254</id><published>2006-01-17T05:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:13:01.648Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>I actually am traveling for work today.  I expect my wife might call one of the guys we have been meeting with, since she often stays in touch.  It is always a turn-on listening to her talk, knowing who is on the other line.  Some of these conversations border on phone sex.  I wouldn't be surprised if one of the guys invites her over for some fun- begged and pleaded would be more like it. I would be surprised if she actually went over- but not completely shocked.  It does give my imagination something to play with.  It would definitely give her something to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113747528754807254?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113747528754807254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113747528754807254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113747528754807254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113747528754807254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113739177172148838</id><published>2006-01-16T05:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:13:27.532Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Porn I Like</title><content type='html'>So there is no confusion here, I won't repost the images, but rather link to them- since we did not take these images. They are not us. Anyway, enough disclaimers. I think I am developing a strange fetish. For years, porn was porn- it didn't really matter. Now I think I am into a niche of interracial porn where the woman's wedding ring is visible. It doesn't matter how hardcore them images are (or aren't), but the subtle detail of the ring makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/vv.jpg"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/brotha.jpg"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/hfb030_068.jpg"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/14qw.jpg"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/12.jpg"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/mdfn_charlotte_398.jpg"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I generally perfer material more amateur than this, but beggars can't be choosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113739177172148838?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113739177172148838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113739177172148838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113739177172148838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113739177172148838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/porn-i-like.html' title='Porn I Like'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113739224494995419</id><published>2006-01-16T05:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:13:44.992Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Anything</title><content type='html'>Last night after my wife came home from work, she told me how much she liked the fantsy I had posted.  We briefly discussed how this was an "us" thing, and that she had no desire to meet alone.  Still, she had me thinking.  She is so amazing, and we have such a wonderful relationship- and, we have always been on the same page sexually.  If she ever did want to do something like this, I know I would be OK with it.  She has handled our fantasy exploration so perfectly that I don't think I would have any limits to something she wanted to explore.  Perhaps this is the definition of the highest level of trust imaginable.  While I love being there, watching, participating, I think the thrill behind the fantasy of not being there is that I am left with only my imagination- and the brain is clearly the most powerful sex organ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113739224494995419?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113739224494995419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113739224494995419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113739224494995419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113739224494995419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/anything.html' title='Anything'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113731541424101605</id><published>2006-01-15T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:14:02.305Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Meaningless Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Fantasies are great. Like dreams, they can be anything and mean absolutely nothing. I have fantasies, and then I have &lt;i&gt;fantasies, &lt;/i&gt;those recurring themes that are ultimately on some sort of mutual "to do" list with my wife. This is of the first variety, meaning that it is just something to occupy my idle brain-processing time, like during a slow Sunday morning. It probably isn't even in the same notebook as the "to do" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I travel for work for a few days- so on that theme, here it goes. When I arrived back in town, my wife was nowhere to be found at the airport, so I called her. She didn't answer the first time, so I called her again. When she finally answered, she didn't quite sound like herself, but I had no idea what was going on. She apologized and told me she was running late, but that she would be there in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she finally arrived, she was all flustered, like she was too busy or preoccupied to track our conversation about my trip. I asked her what was going on and she explained that K, a guy we met up with a few weeks ago, had phoned her earlier that afternoon and said that he was taking a half day off. He asked her if she wanted to come over for coffee and to hang out. My wife said she had felt a little guilty about us rescheduling with him a few weeks ago, and that she was bored and wanted to get out of the house. Besides, it was on the way to the airport. She said she thought she could just swing by, then pick me up. I already knew the guy, and had watched to two of them together, so she thought, "why not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what time she went over to his place. She told me that she left home around 1:30. Since it was 6 by the time she picked me up, I asked her what they were up to the whole time. She said that initially they just had coffee and discussed the holidays and how everything was going, but of course the topic eventually turned to sex when he started telling about a woman he hooked up with over Christmas. My wife told me that hearing about it really turned her on. Soon the conversation shifted to what he wanted to do with her. He said that he really wanted to take more photos next time. She said that she told him about the blog, and mentioned we could use more new material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home and she continued the discussing in the living room. She reached into her purse and pulled out our digital camera. I felt my heart beating faster and I tried to grab it from her, but she said that if I wanted to hear the whole story I needed to be patient. The first photo was of her in his living room, facing him, standing shirtless, unclipping her bra. This began a series of her disrobing, until she was on all fours on his coffee table, posing in nothing but a g-string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next series of photos were taken from eye level of her very wet pussy as she fingered herself. She was naked, seated on the sofa with her legs spread. In the next few images, his hand was touching her. Next, the photos were taken from her perspective as he was licking her pussy. My wife narrated and pointed out when she first came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next photo was taken from the bedroom. She explained he wanted a change in scenary. She was lying in a relaxed pose on his huge bed with a dreamy expression on her face. At this point, she started taking off my pants to free my rock hard cock. There were several photos of her ass taken from various angles. The next photo startled me- it was of him, completely naked and completely aroused, with his huge uncircumsized cock flopped across his belly. She had taken almost every imaginable angle of his cock before it appeared the camera had changed hands- for hers were suddenly wrapped around his. She explained to me that she didn't want to do anything with him without me being there, but that he really looked like he needed some relief, so she planned to give him a handjob. After a few of those shots, it was obvious she was giving him a blowjob. She explained that she just couldn't help herself- that she just wanted a little taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next images were of her on her back, with his cock resting on her lower abdomen, then just outside her pussy, waiting to enter. She explained that he had already been inside her, but had pulled out for the photos. She said she knew I wouldn't mind, since she had been with him before. I was a little confused, since I hadn't expected this at all, but my cock was very clear on revealing that I was very turned on. The next images were of him taking her from behind. She looked thoroughly stretched from that angle. Eventually he worked his thumb into her ass. She explained that she had come several times already, and that somehow he was able to hold off. There was a sly look on her face before she forwarded the camera to the next image- of his cock half-way in her ass. She explained how she was so turned on that he easily entered her. The photos showed that the changed positions again, and she was now on her back, with him in her ass. She said this was so he wouldn't go so deep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally there were a few shots taken by her as he was cumming on her tummy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me that in addition to the photos, he wanted to leave a little more ”evidence” for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She took off her clothes, showing me her soaking g-string.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She climbed on top of me and my cock easily slid in her still-stretched pussy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She guided my hand around to her asshole and guided my finger inside her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was still loose, as if something very large had recently been inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She whispered into my ear that he was fucking her ass while she was on the phone with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked how her ass was doing, fishing for an invitation, but she said is was too sore to be of any use right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We finished up in a very intense orgasm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She then told me he apologized for making her late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She reminded me that I wanted to see the two of them together, and said that I had my wish, even if I didn’t see it in person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also reminded me that I wanted photos of the two of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Next time it would be the three of us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, she reminded me that I should be careful what I ask for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113731541424101605?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113731541424101605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113731541424101605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113731541424101605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113731541424101605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/meaningless-fantasy.html' title='Meaningless Fantasy'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113722601090729070</id><published>2006-01-14T06:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:14:23.785Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>Parallels and Intersections</title><content type='html'>Without going into too much detail, my wife and I have had a complete redesign of our life- the normal things. We quit our jobs and relocated, having nothing lined up for us. It is one of those risks that made perfect sense to us (after she convinced me), but other seemed to find crazy. It wasn't an impulsive decision- almost a year of thought and planning went into this. It very closely follows how we handled working up to our first threesome. It had similar outcomes. While our life (or marriage) was great before, they are even better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is interesting is during a brief period of unemployment, while she was working, I was home, horny as hell. My sexual energy knew no limits. I simply could not get enough. Later, I started work, and she was home, and she was out of control. We both need to regain the balance in our lives, but that will come with time. Beginning a new job, when it involves a career change, means that I can take nothing for granted. Each aspect of work involves a little more energy because it is new. I am still learning. Unfortunately, it leaves me wiped out at the end of each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was the only one working, it really changed our roles. Certainly we had money socked away in savings- money that we both earned, but I felt like I was living off of her. I hadn't been in that position of "dependence" since, well, high school. My previous job was a rather high profile management job in a small/mid-sized company where I had a lot of authority and autonomy. It was radically different than the uncertainty associated with unemployment. When my wife started working, she gave me little projects around the house, or errands to run- most of them domestic in nature. It was like our roles were shifting. She had become the breadwinner- I had to stay home and clean and do the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to the shifting roles, we were growing into our comfort zone with exploring threesomes and she was becoming more aggressive and assertive with what she wanted sexually from others. I don't think either one of this consider this a "lifestyle," but everything was coming together with a unique set of ingredients to make for a very sexually charged atmosphere. Again, while we are fully capable of enjoying a normal marriage with normal sex, we are drawn to her being with other men as a form of fantasy exploration, of exploring our sexuality and limits. Through this I am discovering that I might have some submissive interests of my own to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dynamics of every threesome we have had have all been very different. The first guy we were with really seemed to feel "honored" we would include him. He was very deferential and appreciative toward me and us. The second guy was younger, and frankly a bit clueless. I think he just wanted to "get laid." He was rather self-absorbed, and the most erotic aspect was when the two of them met without me, before things really heated up. I'm not complaining, but rather contrasting. The third guy was the best pure, true threesome we have ever had. It literally was the three of us. It was very intense and erotic- and equal all the way around. It worked for that combination. We will definitely meet up with him again. The next guy was very different, yet again. He seemed more focused directly on her, and she more on him. It was probably the closest thing to me just watching, but it was very cool in its own right. It fit the dynamics of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all of this, my wife has expressed an interest in watching me with another man. Actually, it sounds like quite an intense fantasy of hers. I really don' t like getting into labels in this area, since everything is already rather jumbled up whenever you have more than two people naked in a room together. So I guess you could simply say that I am very open-minded about whatever is comfortable and feels good. I really had no interest in the first guy we were with, but I am quite sure I could have had him suck my cock with very little effort. I also think that about the second guy, but he was more of an enigma. I wasn't particularly interested in either of them. We were still cutting our teeth on the concept, and compromises were made. We still had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next guy had a very cool sexual energy to him. He was very laid back, and we had the sense that he was literally open to anything. He appeared to have no hangups- that he would be willing to literally try anything- if for no other reason than to try it. I think we all see some possibilities there. The last guy, however, poses some unique issues. He seems decidedly "straighter" and more focused on her. For some strange reason, he poses an interest as being a challenge. Since sometimes people need to give a little to get, I wonder how he might respond to an offer from my wife- that he can't try out her ass (that he is obsessed with) unless she can watch me suck his cock. I guess there is only one way to find out. I think I would be comfortable with anything- at my wife's initiation or direction. It may be a bit of a strange fantasy, but it is no big deal if it never comes to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, last night she mentioned that she was thinking about posting again. Hopefully she will follow-through. We can also discuss adding more photos. Funny how now that I have a day off (OK, so it is Saturday), and I'm home alone, I'm getting all worked up. Eventually our schedules will synch-up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113722601090729070?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113722601090729070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113722601090729070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113722601090729070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113722601090729070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/parallels-and-intersections.html' title='Parallels and Intersections'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113717661446692455</id><published>2006-01-13T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:14:48.114Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>More Photos</title><content type='html'>I don't think either of us have felt very sexual lately. It has been a very strange week, with both of us working odd hours. We were tentatively scheduled to meet up with a guy this weekend, but he canceled. I know that I was relieved, and I think she was as well. We both really want to meet up with him again, as our &lt;a href="http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/driving-me-crazy.html"&gt;last meeting&lt;/a&gt; was somewhat interrupted. I guess none of us are really going anywhere, so we might as well be patient. This guy had a very large cock, and it turns me on just thinking about him being inside my wife again. As I've mentioned before, he claims he has never had anal sex, and he's become somewhat obsessed with her ass. It gives us all something to look forward to. Anticipation is often half the fun anyway. Too bad we are both feeling so wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have posted some photos of her. We have a few shots of her either with me or with another guy. Would it be in poor taste to post them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113717661446692455?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113717661446692455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113717661446692455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113717661446692455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113717661446692455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-photos.html' title='More Photos'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113684068516462699</id><published>2006-01-09T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:15:02.912Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>...life just gets in the way.  Things have been rather quiet on the blogging front around here.  I just started a new job, and it is mental overload trying to keep track of everything.  I have no routine yet.  We were scheduled for Friday to meet up with a guy that we had a great time with about a month ago.  She was really looking forward to a repeat performance, but I was too exhausted.  I knew that I could get by, but there really wouldn't be much of a spark from my end.  After a little discussion, we decided to post-pone until things settle down.  It is cool that we are both so understanding of each other's needs, but then again, it probably isn't good to fool around with differing agendas or attitudes, even if they are only transient.  The only trouble with putting things off was that she had all sorts of sexually energy that needed release, so she completely wore me out over the weekend.  She is already looking forward to this coming weekend- probably a Saturday, which should be much better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me that during my hiatus between jobs, I was supercharged with sexual energy- probably because I didn't have all that much else to do at the time.  Now things have slowed down for her work, but I have the distractions brought on by life's circumstances.  Eventually we will be back in synch.  In the meantime, maybe she can post a bit.  Maybe she'll want to post some more photos as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113684068516462699?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113684068516462699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113684068516462699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113684068516462699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113684068516462699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2006/01/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113601392777919962</id><published>2005-12-31T06:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:17:00.264Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>Her Photos</title><content type='html'>We discussed posting some photos, so here they are.  I think she gets at least a little turned on by her exhibitionistic side.  She really is a complete package. She is young, keeps herself in great shape. She is beautiful, but doesn't act like the world owes her anything. She has a great body, but she shows it off tastefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/cancun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a casual pose taken while on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/cancun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Definitely her best "asset" but then again, I am biased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/red%20bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/red%20bed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Words simply cannot describe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113601392777919962?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113601392777919962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113601392777919962' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113601392777919962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113601392777919962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/her-photos.html' title='Her Photos'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113596672566983868</id><published>2005-12-30T18:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:17:23.538Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>I had a very sexual dream last night- involving a threeway with my wife and a childhood friend.  It was a rather surreal dream, as dreams usually are, but it stuck with me.  I normally don't remember my dreams, and I rarely seem to have sexual ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received an email from the last guy we hooked up with.  He is away for the holidays, and apparently is getting a little bored hanging out with his relatives.  He described a rather graphic fantasy involving the three of us.  My wife asked if it was OK for her to flirt with him through email.  Of course-  it goes without saying- no need to ask.  Her flirtations are half the fun, and I would do nothing to discourage her.  For her part, she has made it very clear how she feels about me, leaving me with no insecurities or worries.  I feel so secure with her that I know I would be comfortable with whatever wild ideas she might come up with.  She is an amazing woman.  While some of our bedroom antics are rather hedonistic in nature, there is nothing shallow about our relationship or love for one another.  What makes it all work is that we know when to have fun and when to be serious.  Our boundaries never become entangled.  We always save time and energy for "just us."  I couldn't ask for anything more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113596672566983868?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113596672566983868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113596672566983868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113596672566983868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113596672566983868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113595595794199722</id><published>2005-12-30T14:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:17:38.095Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>You may have noticed the absence of photos here.  We would never attach our faces to what we are doing, nor would we post full nude images of ourselves anywhere on the internet.  Also, I would never post pictures of my wife anywhere without her permission.  I think it would be cool to add a few more images to our profile at AFF.  I also will entertain the idea of asking her to post a discreet photo here, if there is a request for such a thing.   I don't know how google/blogger.com views such images, but I guess we can learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113595595794199722?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113595595794199722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113595595794199722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113595595794199722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113595595794199722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113569619552465507</id><published>2005-12-27T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:18:19.180Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>More Fantasy Material</title><content type='html'>I don't know if we will end up with any unexplored territory by the time we are finished exploring.  I never dreamed we would make it this far- not that we are exploring any sort of road map or have an agenda.  Rather, my point is that five years ago, I would have never dreamed we would be doing this sort of thing.  So anyway, I really don't see that any fantasy or idea is really too far off the map, or off limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder what the two guys we've met over the past few weeks would think about getting together- both of them, with my wife.  I am quite sure the first guy would be completely into it.  The second guy is an unknown.  I would love to see her handle both of them at the same time, and of course, I am available for whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we shouldn't rule out the possibility of an interracial encounter for her.  I doubt this fantasy of hers will ever go away until it is realized- and why not?  I am sure we can both handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113569619552465507?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113569619552465507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113569619552465507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113569619552465507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113569619552465507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-fantasy-material.html' title='More Fantasy Material'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113569565174822200</id><published>2005-12-27T14:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:18:04.632Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>Email Excerpt</title><content type='html'>From my wife to the guy we met up with last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked how you started flirting with me, and kissing and touching me on the couch. I get turned on again right now, just thinking about it! You have a great body, and I really really like your cock. It was even bigger then I thought it would be. It was really good when you were inside me, I actually came really fast. I can't wait for more.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she said it was the biggest cock she had ever had.  I am sure she couldn't wrap her hand around it, and she couldn't stop playing with it even after they were through.  It was quite a sight worthy of an encore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113569565174822200?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113569565174822200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113569565174822200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113569565174822200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113569565174822200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/email-excerpt.html' title='Email Excerpt'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113531683588109292</id><published>2005-12-23T05:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:18:51.852Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>Driving Me Crazy</title><content type='html'>Last night we hooked up with the guy we met last week.  We started by hanging out and having some small talk, which eventually lead to him making out with my wife and undressing her in the living room.  We then went upstairs to the bedroom where she undressed him.  True to his word, he had a big cock, and it was a huge turn-on seeing how mesmerized she was with it.  She sucked him for awhile- something she normally does not do.  She was very visibly wet, so he did what any sensible man would do- he began fucking her.  She must have been very turned on by this guy, since she quickly came.  It was very cool watching her take his thick cock- seeing the look of pure pleasure on her face.  I think she really enjoyed having him inside her.  She then wanted him to take her from behind, and as he pulled out, the unthinkable happened- her period arrived a few days early.  She was mortified and apologized profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally she approaches this from a somewhat selfish perspective- she wants to be pleased.  That is why I was surprised that she started sucking him again.  This soon morphed into a handjob that was rather quickly concluded.  It was very cool watching her play with another man's cock.  She literally could not keep her hands off it last night.  I then took her anally while she tried to resurrect him, but we soon decided to cut our losses and resume some night in the future when the timing is better.  I really don't think he minded.  He was going on and on how beautiful she was and how hot her body was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was frustrating for me is that we really weren't able to reconnect in the same way we normally do after we returned home.  Cuddling just isn't quite the same when I am all worked up- nor is a handjob.  I had a rather horny, restless sleep.  I think we all look forward to meeting up again.  Oh well... we have the holiday with relatives.  That usually puts a damper on our sexual energy anyway- like a cold shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113531683588109292?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113531683588109292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113531683588109292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113531683588109292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113531683588109292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/driving-me-crazy.html' title='Driving Me Crazy'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113520290165368765</id><published>2005-12-21T21:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:19:10.259Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>How to respond?</title><content type='html'>My husband has had a lot more time on his hands lately, so he has been blogging very frequently. Meanwhile, all I do is read his wonderful entries about how great he thinks I am. I keep thinking that I need to respond in some way, but I am truly at a loss of words about all he writes about me. It must be evident to all our readers that I have the best husband anyone could ever wish for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that he was written about me, and that he communicates to me every day, in various manners, are totally reciprocated. Not only that, but he is the one who brings all of my good qualities out in me. We are soulmates in every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very hard for me to thoroughly express how I feel about my husband and my marriage. He is much more of an artist with words then I am, all I can say is that I feel the same about him, as he feels about me. I am the luckiest woman alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113520290165368765?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113520290165368765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113520290165368765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113520290165368765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113520290165368765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-to-respond.html' title='How to respond?'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113517364573611252</id><published>2005-12-21T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:19:35.103Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>Unpredictable</title><content type='html'>I really have an amazing wife. I knew from the moment I met her that she was a "keeper." I have the most incredible level of trust in her. I know she would never do anything to hurt me. I cannot begin to describe how important that level of security is for me. My relationship prior to her lasted years longer than it should, and was nothing but a nightmare. Since I met my wife, everything in my life turned for the better. I really can't describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are very much alike. We both like predictability and reliability in many areas of life. We aren't guided by mindless impulses. We think things through before we act. Of course, we are also rather daring, and we both appreciate spontaneity- in measured doses. She really has the perfect ingredients for keeping things exciting for us, our lives together, and our marriage. I hope that I meet her half way in this regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I love about threesomes is that it adds a new, unpredictable element. You never really know what you are going to get. One of the things my wife does that really turns me on- more than I can describe- is that she usually adds a trademark "move" that is a complete surprise to me. She does something completely unpredictable. She pulls a surprise. With our first guy, she hopped in his car and rode home with him from the bar. I don't know why that turned me on so much at the time, but it did. With another man, she met him for the first time, alone, without me. That was benign enough, but they went back to our house and he pulled out his cock. I believe he also may have fingered her. She was dripping wet by the time I arrived home, and I didn't know exactly what had happened. Again, a huge turn on. Her flirtations with a coworker were somewhat unpredictable. She always told me what was going on- and I was always visibly aroused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it is just the element of unpredictability, but rather that, combined with her own sexual assertiveness. I find her irresistible when she plays around with her goddess energy- when she makes that unexpected move that reminds me how much she loves being a sexual woman. Besides, I know she does this in part to turn me on as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113517364573611252?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113517364573611252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113517364573611252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113517364573611252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113517364573611252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/unpredictable.html' title='Unpredictable'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113517147590557808</id><published>2005-12-21T12:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:20:03.033Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>We might be able to work out a meeting with the new guy tomorrow.  My wife and I both spoke with him on the phone last night.  I think that I do rather well in these situations, speaking to a man who will eventually join us in bed.  Last night, we stayed on non-sexual topics.  I never know quite how to discuss sex with a man who will be playing with my wife.  I really wouldn't have an issue talking to him about these matter, but I don't want to speak for my wife.  My main goal ends up being to reassure him that I won't freak out, that we have done this sort of thing before, and so on.  Part of me wants to tell him what my wife likes, or to discuss my ideas or fantasies with him.  On the other hand, he hasn't been with us yet, so it might be a little awkward to discuss too much at this point.  It sounds like he is coming out of a longterm relationship with a woman that didn't enjoy sex very much.  He will be in for quite a shock being with a woman who is the complete opposite- who is completely uninhibited and who loves sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that he is OK with us taking photos.  My newest fantasy is to direct the two of them in various poses and sex acts for the purpose of photography.  It would eliminate any shyness he would have, and maybe help break the ice.  I would control the camera and tell both of them what to do.  I think it would also turn my wife on, since there would be no doubt that I was turned on by watching them.  I really want to watch her spend more time playing with his cock.  She hasn't spent much time doing this in the past.  The first guy didn't give her much to work with.  The others have been a little too impatient.  I really want to see his cock in her hands.  Depending on the circumstances, I'd like to see her suck his cock as well.  She is excellent at this, although we rarely do it to completion.  Obviously, there is probably less in it for her than for me (or him), but it is a nice aspect of foreplay.  If we are taking photos, it seems the best positions are with the guy on top, but not right on top of her- maybe with her legs spread and up.  The other obvious position is the proverbial "doggy-style."  We took a few good shots of her with another man, but the lighting could have been better.  This time we will probably need the lights completely on.  Finally, if all goes well, I really want to see her taking it anally (I was under her last time, in her pussy during a DP, so I missed all the action).  The guy we are meeting has never tried it, and I have never watched her receive it.  Also, he has hinted that he is too big for anal, so I think my wife is looking at it as being a challenge.  After the last guy she was with, I have no doubt she can handle whatever is in his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?  It is close to the holidays and everyone is busy.  We will see if tomorrow materializes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113517147590557808?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113517147590557808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113517147590557808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113517147590557808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113517147590557808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow?'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113508199415837912</id><published>2005-12-20T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:20:20.769Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>My Craziest Fantasy</title><content type='html'>(of this week, at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be hooking up with a new guy rather soon. We have been kicking fantasies and ideas back and forth by email.  I have heard his and my wife's ideas- and I have one of my own.  I think it would be hot if my wife announced a fun contest to determine who is with her first- the guy with the larger cock would begin. Without further ado, she reaches over to the other guy and unzips him, pulling out his cock, mentioning that she has seen mine a million times. She then begins sucking him on the sofa. After he becomes hard, she tells him to stand as she removes her shirt and jeans. She undresses him, then tells me to come over so she can take turns sucking our cocks. As we both become fully hard, regardless of the difference, she closely examines both of us. She then makes her decision- the judge's decision is final. The three of us go into the bedroom where she sucks the winner's cock. The loser must lick her pussy. When she is ready, she takes the winner in her pussy until she comes. If there is anything left of the winner, he takes her ass as the other waits. Once he is finished, second place takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it is rather silly, if not juvenile.  But as adults, we are just big kids anyway.  What's a little harmless fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113508199415837912?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113508199415837912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113508199415837912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113508199415837912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113508199415837912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-craziest-fantasy.html' title='My Craziest Fantasy'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113500831765204659</id><published>2005-12-19T15:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:20:43.080Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>Phone Call</title><content type='html'>Last night my wife called the guy we met over the weekend.  Initially, she wanted to wait before "having some fun with him"  to build some anticipation, but I think she is ready to just invite him over or head over there ASAP.  When she finished speaking with him, she said it was the closest she has come to having phone sex without actually doing it.  Afterward, she shared some of the conversation with me.  Of course the conversation turned to sex, and cock size.  She is convinced he must be rather huge, since he reported trouble fitting into condoms, and that he has never had anal sex.  I could tell she was very turned on by the prospect of being his first in that department.  She was so turned on that the conversation spilled over into today.  At any rate, my wife really knows how to turn me on.  Now I am at the point where I can hardly wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113500831765204659?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113500831765204659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113500831765204659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113500831765204659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113500831765204659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/phone-call.html' title='Phone Call'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113494014806152727</id><published>2005-12-18T20:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:21:06.890Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Last night we went over to a guy's house who we met through AFF. He seemed a little shy at first, but what does anyone expect when dealing with this sort of thing? He has never been with another couple before, so this is completely new to him. My wife said ahead of time that she didn't want to do anything other than meet. She felt that waiting would heighten the anticipation. Frankly, as always, she made sense- particularly since he did not make an indelible impression over the phone. He didn't make a negative impression either, but we are in no hurry, and there is no point in not being picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the first couple of hours making small talk. We actually share a lot of "guy interests," and I could see him, or someone like him, being a friend. But I also wonder what it would be like to be friends with a guy who shares a bed with us once in awhile. Then again, why not? Of course it is premature to discuss a potential friendship here, other than to discuss it as a matter of principle. This is not something I had contemplated before. Previous men always had some sort of limiting factor or circumstance that precluded any long term friendship- namely geography, or shall we say proximity. Anyway, it is an interesting thought. He was very nice, respectful, intelligent, and non-threatening. Best of all, my wife seems to like him. She is talking to him on the phone right now. It should be interesting meeting up with him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113494014806152727?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113494014806152727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113494014806152727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113494014806152727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113494014806152727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113482188843067061</id><published>2005-12-17T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:21:54.393Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>More About Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had a long journey to make it this far in our explorations, and we are really only beginning. I really think this all goes back to almost two years ago when my wife approached me with the idea of exploring some sort of exploration with another couple. I was very surprised at the time- this was completely unexpected. As we talked more about it, I discovered that she really had no bisexual interests at all. We placed an ad, but never really made it very far. In many respects, we weren't really ready at that time, but she had planted a seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year later, I had recurring thoughts about having a threesome with another man. These were intensely erotic thoughts. It wasn't about doing her a favor- as they turned me on so much. I reintroduced the idea to her. We explored each others fantasies, and past realities, and learned a great deal about each other. I have never felt so close to another woman before, or so completely open. Through all of this, I feel I can tell her anything. I cannot tell you how liberating and freeing it is no harbor no secret fantasies, or to have no secret thoughts. It ultimately makes us both healthier as individuals. I cannot describe what an amazing woman she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In discussing my fantasies about watching her with another man, I discovered that she actually thought about being with another man. I also discovered she had interracial fantasies, that she  had crushes on other people while we were married, that she sometimes enjoyed flirting with other guys, and that she had fantasized about group sex. We were both mutually very turned on by all of these thoughts and fantasies. Looking back, I can see that timing was a crucial component. We both needed to be very ready for this to work. I really don't think a couple can have a discussion about this, and then hook up with a man the next week. I think it is important for both parties to adjust to the possibilities and realities- and to have plenty to time for everything to sink in. Also, it is important for both people to love each other for who they are. Nothing about this should involve trying to change the other person in any way. Another thing to think about: while I think it requires serious consideration before allowing another person in the bedroom, I think it is very important that we don't take ourselves too seriously. Life is too short for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned many things from this. We all play a variety of roles in life- of an employee, a supervisor, a husband, a friend, a son, etc. I think it is easy to always play the same role in the bedroom, regardless how much people try to "dress it up" to give it a little variety. We don't really get into role-playing "games" or anything like that. Sometimes I wish we would, once in awhile, but things are plenty hot as they are. But role playing really doesn't change things too much anyway.  The same two people are involved, and the same dynamics usually play themselves out, regardless of the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding another person seems to automatically mix things up.  Through our exploration, I have been able to observe my wife take a more sexually aggressive role- and it very much turns me on. The mere fact that there is another man in the room relegates me to take a more passive, voyeuristic role when he is having sex with her. There is no way around that fact. While I think in many ways, my personality tends to be somewhat dominant; in that I always end up with a job with much authority and power, and that I have the text book personality of a first-born. Sex doesn't always have to be about power or control. Frankly, the majority of the time we have a balanced 50/50 relationship and sex life, but sometimes it is fun to hand a bit more over to her. Maybe it is 60/40 or 70/30 in her favor. Or maybe simply having a threesome makes it more like 33/33/33? Or when they are having sex it is 0/50/50? There are all sorts of interesting dynamics that take place or that can be explored. Maybe she views it from the opposite perspective- that we have everything. But somehow, I think she knows that she is the center of attention- and she loves it (and I love it).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113482188843067061?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113482188843067061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113482188843067061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113482188843067061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113482188843067061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-about-us.html' title='More About Us'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113465611020730323</id><published>2005-12-15T13:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:15:10.236Z</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>We are contemplating meeting a guy this weekend, depending on my wife's work schedule.  I'm hoping it works out.  The guys doesn't live far from here, and he seems interesting from his emails.  It sounds like he wants to put on quite a show.  He sent us a fantasy of his, and it started off rather benign.  I think he needed some encouragement to drop some inhibitions- but he sounds very repectful, yet adventurous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that was his fantasy.  My wife may have another fantasy in her mind, and I might have another.  There are a few things left that I want to explore.  We have begun our threesomes two different ways.  I have left my wife alone with the man in the bedroom for ten mintutes or so to give them a head start.  We have also begun together- like all three of us touching, both of us guys kissing her, and so on.  Both have their merits.  I am interested in a third possibility- just for comparison purposes.  I want to watch them flirt on the sofa, and interact like I am not in the room, yet acting exactly like I am watching their every move.  It is really cool watching another man respond to my wife's flirtations.  I'd also like to watch a bit of the foreplay happen outside the bedroom- like in the living room, for example.  Maybe on the sofa.  I want to see her undressed, and be ogled and handled by the guy- outside the bedroom.  I also really want to watch her suck another man's cock.  She did this once, and it was very intense.  She sucked him, and then kissed me.  It was strange, yet oddly erotic.  She doesn't need to suck it for a long time- just long enough to satisfy the principle of the matter.  Finally, I want the other guy to take more initiative.  I want him to take the first turn with her, opening her up for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't even met this guy, so I don't know that he is the right man for this sort of thing.  But I am definitely ready for another episode in our explorations.  Each time we have done this, it has been more intense than the last time.  I also want to see her in more positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to see her do her fingernails and toenails before meeting.  Of course she shaves her legs, and take a long hot shower ahead of time.  I remember how she trimmed her pussy for the first guy- something that she hadn't done in months.  Even the prepration is intense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113465611020730323?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113465611020730323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113465611020730323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113465611020730323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113465611020730323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113450584287318822</id><published>2005-12-14T08:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:10:09.654Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>Evolution</title><content type='html'>When I first was struck with the fantasy about having a threesome, I wasn't exactly sure how I would react when faced with reality. That fear is probably what keeps most people from exploring their fantasies. I am sure many people live the rest of their lives in regret. There is a certain emotional risk involved. Neither my wife, nor I are what anyone would consider huge risk takers, we are socially liberal and fiscally conservative. We don't jump from job to job. We do not make decisions impulsively. We discussed this fantasy for a long time before acting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed every concern we might have had, about possibly jealousy, insecurities, motives, and so on. My wife has never done anything to make me jealous. She has shared her flirtations with other men in a way that turned me on, rather than shielded them in secrecy. It was such a turn-on that I did nothing to discourage her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed any possible insecurities. I stay in good shape, so I have no concerns about my body. Our sexual chemistry is amazing. There really is only one variable here. She asked me what I thought about her being with a man with a larger cock than mine. She had already told me about previous lovers, and I found myself very turned on when she would describe the guy she was with before me, and what a large cock he had. In fact, she recently met with him to see if he wanted to join us. I think he was a little freaked out by the whole thing- he wasn't interested at the time. He probably regrets it now. Anyway, we aren't doing this because I have a problem pleasing her, so I really don't care about the size issue, other than to say I was much more turned on watching her with the last guy, who barely could fit into a condom. If anything, seeing how much fun she had with the first guy we met, who was short and thick, reminded me how that the brain is the most important sex organ. Regardless of size, she can have me whenever she wants, so if she wants a huge cock from another man once in awhile- for special occasions, I see no reason why that should threaten me. The point of doing this is to have fun. I think it is easy for people to take themselves too seriously. None of us have perfect bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we discussed motives. This was probably the biggest issue, and we discussed it for a long time before acting on our fantasies. We didn't want to be doing this for the wrong reasons. Also, she wanted to make certain that I wasn't harboring some sort of reciprocal expectations. There are all sorts of possible wrong reasons. If a couple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needs &lt;/span&gt;to do this because they have no intimacy left in their marriage, it is probably not a good idea. If one partner is less willing than the other, it could be a problem. Also, I don't expect reciprocity. I don't expect to find a woman to join us for a threesome. I would be find if we never found a couple to join us. We already get a lot of mileage out of discussing our fantasies, making plans, and discussing things after the fact. I get so much out of this as it is- a very hot, sexy wife who is amazing in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are closer and communicate better than ever. I trust her completely, and I would support her to live out whatever fantasy she has. My attitudes have evolved to where I am even more open-minded. That is what is beautiful- having explored this, I have all the security and confidence in the world. She can do whatever she wants, but I know she would never abuse that power. There is something intensely erotic about expanding possibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113450584287318822?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113450584287318822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113450584287318822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113450584287318822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113450584287318822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/evolution.html' title='Evolution'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113450054466222394</id><published>2005-12-13T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:08:57.710Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>Goddess Worship</title><content type='html'>I am still trying to wrap my brain around the labels and terminology. I have never been particularly enamored with the "marketing terms" used to describe pornography. The word "slut" is used everywhere, as just one example. I can't remember the last time I used that word in a sentence. High school? But what do we expect from an industry that still uses the word "coed" or "teen" to describe young females (well into their earlier 30s, judging by the looks of things). There is almost no decent amateur written erotica on the internet due to the insistence of complete hacks using words "cunt" or "tits" in their anatomical descriptions. If this weren't enough, most stories haven't a shred of realism to them. I feel as though they are marketed toward a socially deviant male in puberty. Whatever the target demographic, it isn't someone like me. That isn't to say I steer clear of all this madness, but rather that I tolerate a lot of things that I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I don't talk particularly dirty to one another. Perhaps she wishes that I did more of that. She had phone sex with a man a few months ago that really turned her on.  Maybe I need to borrow a page from his playbook?  I realize most people can take on a different persona in the bedroom, and I can understand the playful use of those terms. Perhaps I am taking this all too seriously. They are just words after all. But still, I don't like the negative aspects of certain words and imagery. It truly takes a strong and loving relationship with very self-confident individuals, and a sexually liberated woman (and man) to make this work. If anything, it is more about subscribing to a higher moral code, of maintaining better relationship boundaries, of having superior virtue.  Use of jargony words just seems to cheapen everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me back to my original point: terminology.  I guess I choose to view sharing her in a threesome not as "sharing," but rather that she is a goddess being glorified by us mere mortal worshipping men. It might sound a little lofty and pretentious, but that seems to be the reaction she gets from others- so it is not just me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113450054466222394?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113450054466222394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113450054466222394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113450054466222394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113450054466222394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/goddess-worship.html' title='Goddess Worship'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113449626661709102</id><published>2005-12-13T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:08:16.561Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resouces'/><title type='text'>Oprah</title><content type='html'>Today's Oprah is about "swinging"- &lt;a href="http://www2.oprah.com/tows/slide/200411/20041119/slide_20041119_106.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secret Sex in the Suburbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina and Sam have been married for 22 years and have three children together. They're basically your next door neighbors—they go to church every week, both have their Ph.D.s, and they also say they are kind of "boring" people.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Except for one small detail—Tina and Sam are swingers, often having intercourse with other couples.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It's not like we go looking to our neighbors. We may have met somebody at a club or met somebody online over the Internet and you know, have developed a relationship with those people. … This is a magnifier. If you have problems in your relationship, it's not something you should try.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tina:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; What you find out is that it just enhances the experience with your life partner. Some of the best sex we've ever had is after we've been with somebody else. &lt;/blockquote&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Corina is a Brownie leader, a reverend…and a swinger. She and her husband explored the Internet for a swinger club, and have been swinging ever since. But Corina says that swinging is not for everyone—but she says she and her husband felt ready to explore.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"We started because I had originally wanted to be with a woman and he let me do that," Corina says. "Then, he realized that he really wanted to be there. He wanted to do something with both of us together. We invited a friend into our bedroom, and that was fun. So we just decided one day we would just look up swingers' clubs and see what we could find."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Interesting how even Oprah is talking about it.  Interesting that both couples use the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113449626661709102?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113449626661709102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113449626661709102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113449626661709102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113449626661709102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/oprah.html' title='Oprah'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113446350257033552</id><published>2005-12-13T08:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:05:10.368Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Interracial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/1600/page02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/page02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't take this photo, but is definitely erotic, without being in your face or graphic.  From this angle, she almost resembles my wife.  It has been a longtime fantasy of hers to be with a black guy.  Before our first threesome, I'll admit that I found the idea a little threatening, but after a little experience, I'm not only OK with the idea, but very turned on.  Our experiences have been so good that she can do whatever she wants.  Someday this will be a reality, if she wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113446350257033552?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113446350257033552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113446350257033552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113446350257033552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113446350257033552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/interracial.html' title='Interracial'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113441210546903486</id><published>2005-12-12T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:04:41.223Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Online Resources</title><content type='html'>I want to find some other blogs to link to, but it seems the porn world has cornered the sex blog market.  It seems every blog is merely spamming for some porn site.  Most use the standard porn jargon of hotwives (and worse terms) that ultimately demean the very concept of an MMF threesome.  It seems reality-based down to earth  resources in this area are almost nonexistent.  Actually, it probably exists, but there is so much porn that any legitimate resources are buried and impossible to find, like a needle in a haystack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I guess I could just link to some of these porn sites?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can't beat 'em join 'em?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113441210546903486?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113441210546903486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113441210546903486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113441210546903486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113441210546903486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/online-resources.html' title='Online Resources'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113441184617447888</id><published>2005-12-12T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:55:40.581Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>He Called</title><content type='html'>OK, maybe it won't be this weekend, but it should be soon. Our recent encounter phoned tonight. My wife wasn't home, so I talked with him- probably for a half hour. I thought it was very cool how he went on and on how hot my wife is, what a great body she has, how intesting we both are, and what a great time he had last weekend. He really knows how to show his appreciation, which is important to me.  He loved the photos we sent him and he wants to take more. He can't wait to come over- and yet he isn't pushy about it.  It will be nice to meet again now that we have the first meeting out of the way.  I am turned on just thinking about it. I foresee a very fun night sometime in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113441184617447888?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113441184617447888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113441184617447888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113441184617447888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113441184617447888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/he-called.html' title='He Called'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113440354432022626</id><published>2005-12-12T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:55:14.475Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Encore Performance on the Horizon</title><content type='html'>The man we hooked up with last weekend emailed us to let us know he was interested in meeting again.  He really liked the photos we took, and wants to take more.  I know my wife is very interested in meeting him again.  He really gave her a good time.  This would be a repeat performance, and since we already met and had such a fun time, I am guessing this would even be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife has some submissive tendencies.  She can also be quite in charge, but I think it would be fun for her to explore the other end of the spectrum.  Next time we meet, I want her to do exactly as I tell her, and to please me, she will have to please our guest.  I will have her strip down to her underwear while we remain dressed.  She will need to put on a strip tease show for him, then give him a lap dance.  She has never done this before.  If she doesn't do a good enough job, she will need to masturbate in front of him, completely naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he is aroused, she will undress him.  I really want her to become better acquainted with his cock.  I know she really likes his cock, although she is a bit shy about saying so- probably for my benefit.  He has a very thick one- probably thicker than her wrist.  I want to take some photos of it in her hands as she plays with it.  I will then have him lay on his back while she sucks it while I lick her pussy.  I know she doesn't really like sucking cock very much, but she will need to do a good job and thoroughly beg for it in her pussy before he enters her.  The better she sucks it, the quicker she will get it.  I want to see her start on her back with him on top of her with her legs completely spread.  She must continuously tell him how wonderful his cock feels, or I will have him stop until she is begging for more.  After she comes once, she will get it from behind, until he finishes.  At that point, I will take over to experience her gaping pussy, taking it very slowly to give him as much time to recover as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing the fun could last long into the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113440354432022626?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113440354432022626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113440354432022626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113440354432022626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113440354432022626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/encore-performance-on-horizon.html' title='Encore Performance on the Horizon'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113430209485014506</id><published>2005-12-11T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:54:41.182Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>OK, I'll take the challenge</title><content type='html'>I just read my husband's post on my experiences with R, and I think he wants my side of the story, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that I had a pretty huge crush on R. I had it for a while, since this summer. R and I and several co-workers spent a few days at a cabin without our partners. We flirted quite a bit, the alcohol really helped with the inhibitions. But nothing more happened at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home from the cabin, I told my husband all about it. I think he was surprised, but I also think he knew I had had a thing for R. After this we would see each other at work, try to flirt a little bit when no one was around. A couple of months passed, and my co-workers and I went out to a bar. We all probably had too much to drink, and R started talking to me about how hot he thought I was, and so on. I had a great time listening to him. He said that he wanted to kiss me. At the end of the night he walked me to my car. I probably would have kissed him right there, but he wanted to wait, so we hugged good-bye. Again, as soon as I got home I told my husband all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point we started discussing what to do about it. I was certain that I could seduce R anytime I wanted too. The crazy thing was that all three of us worked together, and R and my husband would bump into each other all the time. R obviously had no idea I had told my husband everything. I started talking to R on the phone almost daily. I will admit I wanted him pretty bad. I had always wanted to have sex with a black guy, and I thought this would be the perfect opportunity. But the work thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out again, to the same bar as we had the first time. Same thing happened, we were flirting up a storm. At the end of the night, we snook out together, and sat in my car. The whole time I had been talking to him about this, he had said that all he wanted to do was to kiss me, nothing more. I kept telling him that if we kissed more would happen. He kissed me in my car. Not once or twice, but several times. It felt good. But I think it was about this time that he mentioned he didn't think that my husband was 'man enough' for me. And that was the biggest turn off I could have gotten. So it ended with a few kisses, and then we agreed to not take this any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that he wouldn't have made that comment. For one thing, it couldn't be further from the truth! Another thing is that it was none of his business. I had told him several times that I was very happily married, but that I had a crush on him, which I believe is bound to happen, even in the happiest of marriages (more about that in a different post to come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other issue that I couldn't get past was that this would be my thing, not me and my husband's thing together. I enjoy having sex with other men, but a huge part of the turn on for me, is to see how turned on my husband gets from this. This is, like he said, an us thing, and not a thing we do alone. And given the work situation, it probably would not have worked to bring R into a threesome with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if those two situations would have been different, I probably would have asked him to join the two of us. But I know I wouldn't have had sex with him alone, and I don't think I ever will. This fun exploration is for us to do together, not apart. I think my husband would actully be OK with it, probably pretty turned on by me going out alone with a guy, but that's not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have good memories of R, he was and is a nice guy. He just took it a little too far, and put too many emotions into it. But, in all fairness, I was not completely honest with him about my intentions either. So in hindsight, I am glad it ended the way it did, and I am sure we'll find another black guy that will work better for both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113430209485014506?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113430209485014506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113430209485014506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113430209485014506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113430209485014506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-ill-take-challenge.html' title='OK, I&apos;ll take the challenge'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113428788748049759</id><published>2005-12-11T07:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:53:39.559Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Threesomes vs. Twosomes</title><content type='html'>These days there is a word for everything.  &lt;a href="http://www.bibleandporno.com/46.htm"&gt;Hotwife&lt;/a&gt; refers to a woman who has sex with other men, with her husband's permission. Since there are no proper rules for how that takes place, it is up to each couple how that plays out. In many instances, it appears to function like a one-sided open relationship- for the woman. The husband need not participate, or watch. From reading online anecdotes (or fantasies, who knows), it appears some men prefer not to be present. Apparently their imaginations fill in the details far more vividly than could reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been present. I have sometimes wondered if my presence inhibits her in any way. To date I have received no evidence that it has, but it certainly is a possibility. There is also the chance it inhibits flirting- if not from her, then from him. Most husbands don't take too kindly to other men flirting with their wives. Anyway, she has said that she wants me present- and I want to be present and to participate, and this is an "us" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if she wanted to meet someone alone, without me? What if she wanted less of a threesome and more of a "date" with someone else? What is so wonderful about her is that I trust her completely, and we have always been on the same page with our sexual interests. The closest we came to her meeting with someone alone was when she began flirting with a black coworker. She had an incredible crush on him, and I think she would have done almost anything for him. The trouble was that I was also his coworker, so all three of us meeting up would have been a bit strange. One time he needed to pick up some things from her at our house. She wanted to arrange this for a time when I wasn't home so that they could talk about their crush. By this point they had kissed after a work party, and spoke regularly on the phone. She would tell me everything, including the fact the she believed she could seduce him whenever she wanted. I was quite turned on by the idea of him stopping over. For some strange reason it seemed more appropriate that he thought I had no idea about their flirtations. Besides, I had the sense that he wanted her to himself, rather than sharing her in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite sure that if he stopped over, they would have shared more than a conversation or a kiss. She told me that he had said that he she really just needed to be manhandled by a black guy. It was pretty clear what his intentions were. It was a huge turn on envisioning myself coming home from work to find my wife all flushed and worked up- probably still naked in our bed. She would tell me how R stopped over to pick some things up, that they sat in the living room to discuss what they were going to do about this crush they had on each other. In my mind, she was seated next to him on our sofa, talking. All he wanted was one kiss, so she kissed him. He said it wasn't a real kiss, so he embraces her, pressing her mouth into his with a deep, passionate kiss while grabbing her breasts with one hand, and reaching around with his other to grab her ass. Without saying a word he lays her down on the sofa, reaching up her shirt while continuing to kiss. He silently pulls off her shirt and bra to have full access to her breasts and nipples. He unbuttons her jeans and reaches in with a hand to feel her soaked g-string. He finishes taking off the rest of her clothes, then starts licking her pussy. She reaches for his jeans and unbuckles them. He follows her cue and takes off his jeans. She sits up on the sofa, and while he stands, she removes his underwear to uncover a large swollen cock. She takes it in her mouth for a few minutes, then unable to wait any longer, she leads him by his cock to our bedroom. She hands him one of my condoms from the night stand, which he struggles to squeeze into. She lies on her back, gently fingering her pussy as he gets on top of her and enters her slowly. They have a nice long session while she comes several times. After he finishes, they lounge in bed for awhile, until his cock begins to stir again. She hands him another condom, and gets on her hands and knees, still wet. He takes her from behind. She guides one of his fingers to her ass. After a while she asks him for his cock in her ass. Needing no further encouragement, he complies. They eventually finish in an exhausted heap. Losing track of time, she realizes I am about to arrive home, so she quickly sends him on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrive home, I hear her tell me that she is in the bedroom. When I enter the room, I see two used condoms on the floor, and the entire room still smells like sex and another man. She tells me to get undressed, and begins recounting the story. I become completely aroused. She pulls me into her well dilated pussy while continuing the story, and we have a very hot lovemaking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that was a fantasy that probably wasn't very far from reality, given where things were at the time. The bottom line was that I had resolved that if she wanted to be with him one-on-one, without me, that I was OK with it. Actually, I was more than OK with it- I was very turned on by it. We actually discussed this several times, and I think she felt free to see where things went. My only concern was the work situation, and the weirdness associated- or that he might blab to a coworker. My wife was less concerned about him telling others, since he was practically married himself. The trouble was, he was confiding his relationship problems to her. He ended up taking things too far, suggesting that I wasn't right for her, and lamenting that he hadn't met her years ago. To me, this hinted at him interfering with our marriage- definitely not cool with me. If he played his cards right, they probably could have had a great time. I think my wife was ready to follow through with almost anything at that point. So a word of advice to any potential suitors to married women- don't create strings that aren't already there. Anyway, it would be interesting to read her side of this story as well- if she ever gets back to writing here. We can still thank R for his interest in her, since it coincided with our first actual meeting with another man- with someone posing fewer complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are great the way they are. One advantage to threesomes is that the husband's presence reinforces that couple concept- that we are married and that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; is the third wheel- that it ultimately is about us. While I would completely trust my wife in any situation, I cannot say the same for other men. You would expect that a married woman would be the ultimate sex partner for a man, since there are truly no strings involved. I have no time for c&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ompeting &lt;/span&gt;with another guy in the bedroom.  This isn't about meeting his emotional needs.  R, you blew it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113428788748049759?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113428788748049759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113428788748049759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113428788748049759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113428788748049759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/threesomes-vs-twosomes.html' title='Threesomes vs. Twosomes'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113424303483195598</id><published>2005-12-10T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:52:39.903Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>First Call</title><content type='html'>Tonight my wife is calling a new man that we have "found" online. We have yet to meet him in person and will probably set something up with this conversation. Something about her first call, in particular, turns me on. If she calls from the other room, I have no idea what they are talking about. If she calls from the same room, I only have access to half the conversation. To date, I have been communicating with him be email. He is probably wondering if she is really interested, or if she even exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently went through this with another guy- with excellent results. Too bad he must travel so far to meet us. The nervous anticipation is a very cool element to this. How often do married couples normally feel this way after several years of marriage? Another cool element to meeting this man, assuming it gets that far, is that he hasn't sent us any nude photos of him- again, keeping some level of discovery and anticipation intact. He sounds very interesting. Perhaps the only negative to this is that he hasn't been with a couple before, but I don't think that is much of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the first call can easily screen out duds.  We discovered one guy who wrote excellent emails, but he was so shy he couldn't hold up his end of a conversation.  We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113424303483195598?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113424303483195598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113424303483195598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113424303483195598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113424303483195598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-call.html' title='First Call'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113420849466086107</id><published>2005-12-10T09:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:51:14.393Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Looking the Part</title><content type='html'>My wife is in her late 20s.  I am 8 years older, for whatever that is worth.  She spent her college and early adult years in a few long-term relationships.  I think she likes the idea of being able to still experience some variety in her partners.  As I have mentioned, she is beautiful and has a great body.  Being with other men allows her to hear this from others.  Part of what makes her so beautiful is that she doesn't need to try very hard.  She is a natural who could just roll out of bed and not be afraid of being seen in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, she does not feel the need to dress artificially sexy-  and certainly not slutty.  She has excellent tastes in fashion.  She does not use her appearance to call attention to herself.  I find this attitude extremely sexy.  She has nothing to prove.  In the past, I have dated "sexy women"- who dress and act in such a way as to call attention to themselves.  In my experience, they were compensating for the fact that they really weren't sexy at all.  They needed to project an image of what they were lacking.  Most, in fact, hated sex- yet they wanted to be seen as being quite the opposite.  It was all a big, empty tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy should be worn like perfume- you should have to be very close, already almost intimate, like with your nose to a woman's neck before you experience it.  Those that fill the entire room with their scent are clumsy and heavyhanded.  Sexiness should be more subtle- not an all-inclusive, in-your-face experience that everyone within a 30 foot radius should experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these are just one man's opinion.  Everyone is different- thank god!  But for me, my wife is the sexiest woman alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113420849466086107?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113420849466086107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113420849466086107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113420849466086107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113420849466086107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/looking-part.html' title='Looking the Part'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113413200119509706</id><published>2005-12-09T12:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:50:43.521Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>Threesome Fantasies</title><content type='html'>There was a time when even having a threesome was only a fantasy.  We were concerned that by further exploring it, it might ruin the fantasy, that reality might not meet our expectations.  Well, reality wasn't exactly what we expected, but we certainly were not disappointed.  This wasn't just some fantasy best left untouched.  I don't think we would be lesser people for not exploring it, but neither of us has any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my wife thinks, but I have a few fantasies within the threesome construct.  Some might be best left alone as fantasies- I really don't know.  Anyway, here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Total Tease-  &lt;/span&gt;She really gives me everything I need, sexually, so this might be a bit out of character for her.  But given the context of having fun, it might be just that- fun.  It would be a real turn-on to watch her be completely sexually agressive with another man, and in the process, only letting me watch.  I think we are largely equals in the bedroom, but for some reason I am turned on by her completely taking charge, and "making" me watch her totally enjoy herself with another man.  Not until they are finished am I allowed to participate.  I find it a complete turn-on to see her sexually assertive side, with an unpredictable edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She somewhat approached this fantasy with a guy she met up with while I was at work.  We were pressed for time, and she just wanted to meet him.  Nothing was going to happen.  While I was at work, she called saying they were stopping home, and that he wanted to join us that night.  When I arrived home, he wasn't there.  She was very flushed, and her g-string was soaked.  She teased me by saying he came over, but wouldn't say any more than that.  I was rather shocked, but more significantly, very turned on.  I had the image of her letting a guy I hadn't even met having his way with her because they couldn't wait for me to get home.  We had an excellent night of sex- and met up with the guy that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Total Submissive-  &lt;/span&gt;This is sort of the opposite of the above scenario.  I am in charge and direct the action.  She does what I tell her to do.  Or the other guy is in charge, and she does whatever he wants her to do.  Either way sounds hot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interracial- &lt;/span&gt;She has mentioned this fantasy numerous times- she wants to be manhandled by a big black man.  She had a flirtatious spell with a black co-worker.  She would tease him, kissed him a few times, then would tell me about it later.  Again, I was very turned on.  He might have gotten further if he didn't start to get strange about things.  He seemed to want to come between us-  not cool.  But I don't think the idea has gone away- if only we could find the right man.  If that is what she wants, I think it would be hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113413200119509706?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113413200119509706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113413200119509706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113413200119509706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113413200119509706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/threesome-fantasies.html' title='Threesome Fantasies'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113411628487428112</id><published>2005-12-09T08:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:50:14.617Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Self-Confidence</title><content type='html'>My wife and I are both very secure in our marriage, comfortable with our bodies, and confident in who we are as people.  We both discovered a few bonuses to adding another man to the mix.  She really began to glow from all the attention from the other men.  Everyday I tell her how beautiful she is, but I think it is human nature that she feels absolutely hot when she hears it from someone else.  She feels double-extra hot when she makes another man visibly aroused just from flirting with him.  She is also very skilled and fun in bed, and I think she feels very sexy when she gives another man a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I benefit from her attitude and sexiness as well.  It is a real turn-on to hear how sexy other men find her, and it is very intense to receive their thanks for sharing her with them.  I am reminded what a lucky husband I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113411628487428112?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113411628487428112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113411628487428112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113411628487428112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113411628487428112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/self-confidence.html' title='Self-Confidence'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113411529072653429</id><published>2005-12-09T07:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:49:52.589Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>MMF or MFF Threesomes?</title><content type='html'>I did a bit of research looking for online reference materials for threesomes to link to so that I wouldn't need to reinvent the wheel. Interestingly enough, most material seems oriented toward the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man with two women &lt;/span&gt;flavor of threesomes. Perhaps this isn't surprising to anyone. My wife, however, doesn't seem to have strong bisexual fantasies. Frankly, I don't think she'd kick a hot woman out of bed who was licking her pussy, but it really hasn't been an area that we have considered exploring. The problem with fantasies, of course, is that they don't always match up with reality. There are some mechanical issues that need to be sorted out with a threesome with two women- namely that there is only one cock that can be used at a time. Most cocks cannot function non-stop, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, from a practical standpoint, one woman can accommodate more than one cock, but one man really cannot accommodate two women. While discussing practicalities, there are far more men than women looking for couples. It seems most women interested in a threesome with two women are interested in the bi angle. Frankly, I have never really understood that fantasy, about watching two women going at it. Well, I understand it, but I also wonder if part of the appeal is that there isn't another man in the room, another cock that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;competing.  &lt;/span&gt;A man need not worry about watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another man.  &lt;/span&gt;He doesn't need to worry that the other man might please he wife better than he can. Actually, one of the unintended benefits of watching my wife with another man is that I have discovered a few things that turn her on. I'd offer that anyone can learn a thing or two by watching his wife with another man- not that it is for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113411529072653429?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113411529072653429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113411529072653429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113411529072653429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113411529072653429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/mmf-or-mff-threesomes.html' title='MMF or MFF Threesomes?'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113395568497375499</id><published>2005-12-07T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:49:11.956Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>State of Mind</title><content type='html'>I remember many years ago reading in Penthouse Letters about husbands sharing their wives with other men.  I really did not understand it.  Later, I stumbled across hundreds of similar fantasies/erotic stories on the internet.  At that time, I was in a rotten relationship where I simply was not getting any of my needs met.  The thought of my then-girlfriend being with another man was crazy.  Actually, I was half-convinced she was seeing someone else- if not physically, emotionally.  Her energy and attention was elsewhere.  Regardless, it was no turn-on.  It was not until several years later when I was very happily married that the thought even entered my mind- and in a very erotic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is a strange creature.  I do not think I am jealous by nature, but there are times when I have been.  I am convinced I was manipulated into feeling that way.  Let me explain:  if I was in a bad relationship and a girlfriend was being very flirtatious with another guy, it was not a happy time for me.  When I confronted her, I was told it was all in my head, or that it was somehow my problem.  However, if my wife tells me she has a harmless crush on a guy, and flirts with him, or tells me about flirting with him, it is a huge turn-on.  The key lies within the underlying health of our marriage and the level of communication that we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is not to rehash old relationships, but rather to highlight the environment that enables us to have so much fun with another man in the mix.   If jealousy is even hinted at, I don't think a relationship is ready for adding another partner.  The key to not being jealous probably has less to do with me, and everything to do with how wonderful my wife is.  She lets me know through all her thoughts and actions how much I mean to her, and how special we are together.  She plays no games to affect how securely I view our marriage.  I don't need to seek any reassurance from her in any way- it is always present from her.  She gives me no reasons to be insecure or jealous.  I couldn't ask for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a solid relationship as a background, adding someone else does not involve adding an element missing from our marriage or sex life.  It is not a substitute for something lacking.  We have an incredible sex life between the two of us.  Adding a third is not a "needs based" endeavor.  What it does do, will be discussed later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113395568497375499?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113395568497375499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113395568497375499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113395568497375499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113395568497375499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/state-of-mind.html' title='State of Mind'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113387555822776623</id><published>2005-12-06T12:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:48:27.820Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Internet Ads</title><content type='html'>We have used ads to find other men to "play" with. What is interesting about most of these ad sites is the complete lack of single women who are seeking men. Not that there aren't any ads from women, but those that exist certainly appear to be fake. I see many photos of an entirely nude woman, smiling suggestively in an obvious pose, all while the lighting and color balance is perfect. I just don't buy it that "real" women actually want their faces and naked bodies on the internet for all to see. I'm sure many of these "ads"- and they are seemingly always of the free variety- are by either photo collectors or porn spammers (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come see my web cam, baby!&lt;/span&gt;).   Who do they think they are fooling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the coin, most men metaphorically sum up what many women have suspected for years- they are nothing but a cock. There are countless bodiless cock photos posted in profiles- many strategically cropped to avoid showing a sagging belly. Most photos are taken from some weird angle designed to make the cock look as large as possible. If I photograph my erect cock from a foot above my computer keyboard, it will appear to be huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize what these sites are all about- seeking some sort of sexual hookup. I really wonder what sort of results these men find. Here are some real turn-offs for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Masturbation shots- I really do not want to see a guy cumming all over himself. Avoid displaying your body fluids. We only are looking for safe sex- we do everything we can to avoid that kind on thing. When I see a guy jacking off, I tend to assume that is all he wants to do. I especially do not want to see the result.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Men with things in their asses- I am very open-minded about all varieties of anal sex, but save your intimate photos of anything in your male ass for later. It simply is too much information right up front. I'd rather get to know you better. When I see a reply like this, I assume his own ass is his number one priority.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Bathroom shots- Please stage your photos a bit better. When I see something taken in the bathroom, well, it is just rather creepy. I find the bathroom to be the least sexy room in the house. I'll take a dingey basement before a bathroom. Sex in the shower can be OK, but most bathroom shots have a toilet somewhere in the photo. Not funny!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Seated in front of the computer- These shots indicate a lazy approach, and I write them off immediately. Lets see at least a shred of creativity.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Women, those gynecological close-ups tend to be a bit much. I'll presume some clueless man took them. Leaving a little something to the imagination is quite alright.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Shavers- Men, we aren't looking for someone who looks like a prepubescent boy. It is fine to do some landscaping, but save clearcutting for the rain forests. Women, a little landing strip is nice to remind us you are on the legal side of 18. If you end up with little red shaving bumps, don't post photos of them. It makes some of us wonder if you are being treated for something.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, having no photo is better than having a bad photo.  And, regarding writing ad copy- please keep it realistic! First impressions are lasting impressions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113387555822776623?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113387555822776623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113387555822776623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113387555822776623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113387555822776623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/internet-ads.html' title='Internet Ads'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113378994527468334</id><published>2005-12-05T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:47:47.524Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Terms Non-Endearing</title><content type='html'>I wish there were a way to reinvent the language we use to describe "adventurous sexual interests" involving "extra partners." I hate words like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;singer, hotwife, wife-sharing&lt;/span&gt;-  and those are just some of the better words.  All bets are off once you enter the world of porn terminology, of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MILFs, &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cock-craving wives.&lt;/span&gt;  Of course porn is fundamentally misogynistic and male-centered.  Disrespecting women has never turned me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it comes as no surprise. There really are no nice terms for sexually liberated women. They are perceived as some type of threat. Likewise, sharing ones wife with another man is a huge cultural taboo- although my guess is that it is much more commonplace than most people could imagine. Wives have been treated like property for centuries. The news is filled with stories of husbands killing their wives that are about to leave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is little I can do to change the terminology. I consider my wife and I to be very open-minded explorers of our own sexuality. If someone needs to label us as swingers, that's their word. We lay claim to no lifestyle of the sort. We are your normal neighbor next door. We don't proposition our friends. We have no secret handshake. We just both love many forms of sex. And, you can bet that any man that is going to join us will be ultra-respectful of her-  and us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113378994527468334?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113378994527468334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113378994527468334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113378994527468334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113378994527468334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/terms-non-endearing.html' title='Terms Non-Endearing'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113370104256023656</id><published>2005-12-04T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:23:08.894Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encounter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>Last night, her version.</title><content type='html'>Last night we met up with a guy that we met through an internet ad. We had very recently posted an ad at a website for meeting other people with the same interests. We have done this twice in the past, and both times we had a lot of fun! However, we only met those two guys once, due to relocation issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we were interested in meeting someone who we maybe could develop some kind of a friendship with, and meet several times. When we posted our ad, we received many, many responses! My husband was sorting through it all, picking out the ones that sounded normal, serious and realistic. We received responses from people living thousands of miles away, how realistic is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we were looking for, was a guy that could articulate why he was interested in being with a couple, that was not married, or had other issues. It is also important to us that he could carry on an interesting conversation, was intelligent and social. While this is about sex mostly, we both think that it is important to have a social chemistry also. Physical appearance has a role in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we eventually found a guy that seemed to fit our criteria well. His pictures showed a nice body, his e-mails were articulate and interesting, and he seemed to get what this was all about for us. We invited him to call us one night last week, which he did. I talked to him for almost an hour, and we had a really nice conversation. Not too much about sex, just about life in general. He did tell me a little about his two previous experiences of being with a couple, and I told him about our experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night he called again, to discuss meeting up over the weekend. My husband talked to him, since I was already in bed. They apparently had a nice conversation, and agreed that he would come over to our place this Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday rolled around, and we were getting pretty excited. Part of this for us, is the anticipation and build up, where we fantasize about this in the bedroom. He had quite a drive to get to our place, and that concerned us a little. I think I was worried that there would be more pressure for something to happen, and that it wouldn't be so easy to say no if something didn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it turned out, I didn't need to worry. He came over, we had a beer together, and just talked for several hours. We talked about all sorts of 'regular' things, then eventually the conversation steered towards more risque topics. I am really turned on by all this, and I know what I want, but I can still be fairly shy, specially when it comes to starting. All three of us agreed that we were comfortable with the situation, and that we should move into the bedroom. My husband went to the bathroom, and M ( as I will call him) came over, and started kissing me. My husband came back, and all three of us moved into the bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they both were touching and kissing me, and undressing me together. It felt great, I was completely the center of attention, which felt a little weird ( I am not normally a very attention seeking person), but it was also very cool! They undressed me, then I undressed both of them. It is always interesting to see another person naked. In this case we had seen pictures of him, so we weren't expecting any surprises, and there weren't any either. He had a very nice body, and his cock was also nice and big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into bed, and they were both caressing me. M started going down on me, while my husband was kissing me, and playing with my tits. I was very wet, and superhorny. So my husband started to fuck me, while M watched, and took some pictures. They took their turns with me a few times, and it was wonderful! I came several times. Eventually they both came too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we just hung out on the bed together. They were touching me a little, and we talked about it, and just were really comfortable with each other. It was a really great experience!&lt;br /&gt;I gave them both some time to recover, then I expressed a wish to fulfill my big fantasy, the DP! I started touching both of them at the same time, and it didn't take long before I had them going again. They both looked like they were up for it (pun intended!). We started out by my husband fucking me missionary style, then we turned around so I was sitting on him. M put his condom on, and moved in behind me. At this point I was so incredibly turned on and excited! I think he misunderstood me a little in the beginning, he was trying to enter my pussy, which was already filled up by my husband. So I had to help me towards my ass! His cock was quite thick, and I was a little curious how it would work out. He started to enter me, and both my husband and I could feel it. It felt so good! When he was all inside me, they were sort of taking turns sliding in and out. I was probably very loud, and I came several times!! It was all that I had fantasized it would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I was very exhausted, and very satisfied!! I asked them how it felt for them, and they both said they could totally feel the other one's cock. That also is a huge turn on to me, that my husband felt another guy's cock while inside me. We talked some more, then I was so tired, so M left with a few kisses. All three of us agreed that it had been great, and very comfortable, and that it would be fun to meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left, ny husband and I talked about it for a while, until we got so turned on, that we made love again. And again this morning. I am very turned on right now, just writing about it! I think I have to go attack my husband in the bedroom again!! That is the great part about this, my husband and I get so much out of it, both before, during and after. Well, I'd better hunt him down, I am very wet.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113370104256023656?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113370104256023656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113370104256023656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113370104256023656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113370104256023656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-night-her-version.html' title='Last night, her version.'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563246.post-113369798794670532</id><published>2005-12-04T10:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:25:54.712Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encounter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>Fun Last Night</title><content type='html'>This might sound cheesy, that we met up with a guy last night and then start a blog about it today, but that is where we are on day one of this blog.  I am sure we will work our way backwards and discuss previous experiences and everything that lead up to where we are at this moment, but we have to start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not jaded oldersters who have done this a million times- in fact this was our third time of adding another man to the mix.  Discussion and analysis of the previous two events will need to wait.  What was unique about last night is that we chose to meet this guy at our house, rather than in a public place as we have in the past.  What was also unique is that this guy drove a few hours to meet us.  We were concerned that we might feel pressured to "deliver," but this man was a class act all the way.  He made it very clear that it was a no pressure meeting.  We were already very comfortable with his emails and our phone conversations.  He was almost 30, but seemed mature beyond his years.  He was divorced, so at least he understood some of the dynamics that exist between couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived, he looked much better in person than in the photos he sent- not that the photos were bad.  We had a few drinks and a snack as we talked for a few hours.  He seemed like an intelligent, interesting man.  He was comfortable speaking to both of us.  A few times we danced around some sexual topics in our discussion.  Eventually I put the issue on the table by asking if everyone was comfortable with each other.  Receiving a greenlight, I suggested we relocate to the bedroom.  I took a quick bathroom break and returned to find my wife kissing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the bedroom and I kissed her, and slowly undressed her as he stood behind her, caressing her.  It was very erotic- far more than our previous encounters when I more or less sat out during the foreplay.  In short order, she was fully unclothed while we were partially dressed.  She was so wet that it was dripping onto the floor.  Soon we were all naked, and I kissed her as he thoroughly licked her pussy.  I then began fucking her as she was on her back, caressing his very thick uncircumsized cock.   He then put on a condom and took his turn with her before I finished.  She turned over and I took another turn from behind.  After I came, he took over until he finished.  I snapped a few photos while they are going at it.  My wife appeared to completely enjoy every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laid on the bed for maybe an hour, idly chatting about nothing important.  I wasn't sure if he expected to spend the night with us.  Eventually, my wife initiated round two.  She really wanted to be doubly penetrated- a first for her.  I was soon hard, and she crawled on top of me.  After getting situated, he put on another condom, lubed up, and after some fumbling, somehow shoehorned his way into her ass.  It was incredibly tight.  She was very vocal during this.  I was pretty much trapped under both of them, unable to really move.  Eventually, they were getting too vigorous, so I pulled out as he finished in her ass.  It was quite amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly later, despite the late hour, he left to drive home.  As we discussed the evening, we had another round of sex before collapsing in an exhausted sleep.  In discussing the night's events this morning, I think we both agree that it was an excellent night.  I am thinking we will be seeing him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563246-113369798794670532?l=3sum4fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/113369798794670532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19563246&amp;postID=113369798794670532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113369798794670532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563246/posts/default/113369798794670532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3sum4fun.blogspot.com/2005/12/fun-last-night.html' title='Fun Last Night'/><author><name>Threesome for Fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03629316691827158083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6034/1938/400/cancun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
