I think G was quite shocked. Hitherto he had only seen the public side of my wife, and he was (I suspect) intimidated at times by her rather loudly professed feminism: he was used to seeing her in leggings and a t-shirt, and I don't think he'd ever imagined her wearing stockings, let alone as a participant in a threesome. Whatever the case, here she was now enjoying two cocks, and fully visible as part of a work of erotic art displayed for us all three to see in the mirror which ran down one side of the bedroom.
This really was a threesome in the proper sense of the word: there was no suggestion of cuckolding or humiliation or ownership - just three very sexed-up people coupling in a new and temporary partnership, all giving and receiving pleasure. That thought, though, was probably NOT going through anyone's mind at the moment. E, I'm sure, was overloaded by the simultaneous stimulation of her two orifices by the rigid shafts of her husband and his friend; I was enjoying the slick moistness of her pussy and appreciating the sight of G's face, as her tongue circled his cock and her hands cradled his balls, gently squeezing them. I can only guess what he was feeling...
Withdrawing from her, I indicated that we might all be more comfortable on the bed...
