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Not long ago my friend and I found ourselves in bed with another couple. How’d that happen? Well, we had chips-n-salsa with them and then…

See? This part of the story is boring. Y’all complain when I don’t give you “enough” of the story, but here’s a part that’s just too dull for words. So I choose to skip it.

If anyone would like to attempt to write a fictionalized account of how the chips-n-salsa portion of the evening went down, it would no doubt be far more exciting than the prosaic actuality of it.

Anyhow.

Eventually, after an interval of chips-n-salsa flirtatiousness, we found ourselves in bed with them.

You have to understand that I’m barely coordinated enough to manage my own compliment of arms and legs. Keeping track of a lover’s body parts can be challenging. But when there’s a gallimaufry* of sixteen entire limbs to harmonize, things get harrowing.

So…there’s really no subtle way to tell you what happened as we were all in bed together. I’d like to be nice about it, but *tsk* some people just weren’t raised up right. I thought every person learnt The Rules of Foursome Behavior before they were turned loose on the world, but I guess the decline of polite society is going off even faster than I’d imagined.

I’ll just spit it out, and I apologize for offending any sensitive constitutions as I spill this so rudely:

Our friends were hogging the bed.

They were over there doing…whatever, and we were were on our side doing…whatever, only we couldn’t do as much whatever as we wanted to because we were half hanging on, asses hovering above the floor.

I can hear you thinking. You’re thinking, “Well aag, you should have gotten a larger bed.”

Hrumph. We were in a king-size bed. Can’t do much better than that.

We gamely tried to carry on, but it’s hard to engage in the sort of overactive sexual gymnastics that we prefer without sufficient traction.

The only solution was to wait ’til they got up to use the bathroom. I elbowed my partner in the ribs and said, “Quick! Scoot over while they’re gone!”

They heard me. They giggled. A small scuffle ensued when they returned to bed, but that was actually kinda fun.

I’m not entirely sure, but I think somehow during the scuffle I might have found myself licking the the other woman’s cute little shaved pussy while my partner fucked me from behind. I might have marveled at how amazing it was to feel the inside circumference of her pelvic girdle as I fingered her. It’s possible that I turned my attentions from her squirming orgasm and bit her husband’s arm as I came.

But I’m just not really sure because there were just too many limbs in the bed. I have a vague recollection of a large glass toy, a cock-ring and multiple bottles of lube, but that’s where my memory fails. I’d like to tell you more about the evening but honestly, it would verge too close to conjecture for my comfort.

Sorry.

So, see, again with the not telling you the full story, sigh. My apologies. Do you forgive me?

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*I learned a new word, w00t.