I found him to be a very wise man, he use to say to me "Good things happens to those who wait" and that was so true. About 99% of the time I could not wait for his next visit, it was almost like my body was counting the days and weeks off, knowing that the pleasure would be back with us soon and it was strange, my body knew before me that he was in town or close by.

My pussy would immediately started getting wet. Thinking about it now, during these times I was walking constantly with a wet pussy, always ready to receive the two men into the deepness of my pussy. The asking for just one more, would change to "just two more please", both of them would just laugh and shook their heads for my request, never declining my request.

Each time we meet up was different, but something stayed the same. Him and me jumping in the shower together, him following the direction of my finger to the corner of the shower, with his back facing me. Standing waiting for me to soap his body up, running my hands over his arms, back, chest and finally my fingers touching the stiffness of his penis. I would press my body up against him, moving up and down with my breast pressed against his back. Sometimes he would return the favor, but this was my time of doing something special for him. I would rinse him off, give him a slap om the bum and call hubby over to jump in to get his turn. Typing this now, reminded me of all the times in the shower and bath with him and hubby, oh what I would give to have just one more time that experience.

During this time we were seeing him, an old passion of mine started to surface again, the writing of what was going on in my mind in the form of a poem. It was something I used to do when I was younger, but haven't done for years. The very first poem I wrote, was after an amazing night of sex in Rotorua with him and hubby. Hubby stopped at a bakery and the words just came out. I would like to share it with you.

It was written 14th November 2021

How do I explain?

How do I explain

That out of this one fountain

You find two different streams

That is flowing and filling her up

How do you explain

The fullness and desire

The Joy

The Pleasure

The never ending

Wanting more

How do you explain?

Some may find it a silly poem, but for me being the first time every in a swingers situation, with long term arrangement with this man, it was the easiest way to try explain how I felt deep inside.

These words just keep coming and I just keep writing it down. It is like the next one, exposing the nakedness of this arrangement.

Naked Pleasure

As our bodies become one

And for a second our eyes connect

To expose the truth

Of our naked pleasure

The becoming of one

When our bodies reacts

To the touch and lust

Like the ocean slamming

Against the rocks

The continuous going in and out

As your sweat and mine mixes

And the pleasure keeps going on

For just another moment or two

You forget the world around you

As our bodies becomes one

In our naked pleasure

So my dear KS friends this is still not the end of this story of the two men with the blue eyes who rocked my world (and pussy), maybe time will tell, when I can finish sharing this story of the three of us.