On special occasions my husband and I have been able to persuade much younger friends to join our erotic activities. His birthday was such an affair.

Through a friend of a friend, I tracked down two flirtatious young cheerleaders, who agreed to meet with me. I invited them to come to our house one afternoon so they could see and become familiar with the potential playfield. We had some tea and sweets and girl talk. Then I showed them a photo of my husband, Jim. They asked all sorts of questions about our lifestyle, and I was quite open with them. We talked about safety and discretion, and they told me they have always used condoms and foam to prevent disease and pregnancy. We arranged for the birthday night — I was to be only a spectator.

On that day I prepared a candlelight dinner. Pam and Liz, without Jim’s knowledge, were already in the bedroom in their cheerleader outfits. All through dinner I made suggestive remarks about a surprise that awaited him. Finally I put my arms around Jim and walked with him into the bedroom. The two girls were standing at attention, and then slowly started a soft, sexy version of their routine. With low voices they called the cadence and cheer. Instead of their regular heavy short cotton pants, they wore sheer nylon lace panties. Their naked long legs swirled and their firm breasts jiggled, bra-less, under their tops. They were a lovely sight. Their young but not so innocent faces radiated voluptuousness.

With one sudden, coordinated move, they dropped their skirts to the floor. The sheer fabric of their panties now revealed the darkness below. Their dance now became more intimate. Pam moved close to Jim, who sat on the bed, and she began to undress him. Liz, who had taken off her top, kneeled on the bed behind him, and pressed her beautiful tits against his back. Finally all three were stark naked, and I marveled at the beauty of the girls’ young bodies. They could have posed for Penthouse. Their pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and their pussy lips started to swell and pout.

My husband was on his back, his penis thick and hard. “Oh, it’s big,” crooned Liz. “It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen.” Both girls delicately touched him. Four eager hands grasped his shaft. Out of the tip oozed pre-come. Liz bent down to lick it off. Her tongue swirled around the tip and collar. She knew what she was doing. In fact, both young women were surprisingly experienced. Finally Pam straddled Jim and staked herself onto his pole. A hoarse “Aahhh” escaped her half-open mouth as she sank down. Her friend Liz kneeled over his face. With one hand she kneaded her breasts and with the other caressed her pussy lips. She looked into Jim’s eyes with a smile, and very slowly lowered herself until her glistening slit was just an inch from his mouth. Her finger was still gently massaging her clitoris. Jim placed both hands on her ass cheeks, pulling her closer. Finally he made contact. His tongue strokes on her pussy lips made Liz squeal with delight.

The behavior of the two wonderful girls was so naturally sexy, I was swept along myself toward a rousing crescendo. My hands stole under my panties, two fingers slipped into my quivering pussy, and with the other hand I began a furious clit-brushing. The scent of sex filled the room. The heaving and moaning announced the upcoming climax of physical and emotional release. Then, all at once, there was an outcry at the height of the explosive orgasms. The three of them lay there in a heap of satisfied flesh.

After a few minutes the girls looked at each other and giggled. “That was fantastic.” They started to lick and kiss my husband’s entire body while he played with their tits and groped into all crevices of their bodies. The fillies knew how to pleasure a man and also how to position themselves to receive the maximum enjoyment. Now they were crouched on either side of Jim, their luscious mouths working on his cock and balls, their butts toward his face. His hands finger-fucked their super-wet cunts. Liz reached the critical point, threw herself on her back, and whispered, “Fuck me. Please fuck me hard.” My husband complied. He pushed into her, eliciting high-pitched cries of pleasure and, “Oh, it’s so thick — oh, it feels so good. Do it faster and harder.” He pounded her with wild abandon. Pam had her head close to the action below, watching Jim’s meat slide in and out like a piston. Liz came hard and rumbled her deep satisfaction. “It’s my turn,” said Pam. And Jim, with a lot of staying power after his first climax, did it to her hard and fast until she too reached the summit with a squeal.

The girls giggled some more and went to the bathroom to pee and clean themselves. Jim went to the other bathroom while I brought in some fruit juice and some sweets. We drank and ate and talked. They were very interested in our open marriage, and wanted to know all about it. I explained to them the mechanics in juicy detail. Jim meanwhile kept playing with the girls, touching them in all the intimate places until they were all aflame again, and the love game continued for most of the night. After they left I had one heck of a satisfied husband fall asleep next to me with a happy smile.