0 comments/ 39669 views/ 4 favorites My First Threesome By: Bruce Swain The following happened so long ago there's no point in using false names; if the other people involved are still around to read this, then they'll probably be happy to be able to remember it! I was in the Australian Navy for 15 years before I finally got to Hawaii; I'd been just about everywhere else - the Far East, Japan, the Philippines, India, Fiji, New Zealand, Scandinavia, the Mediterranean, and the east coast of the U.S.A. - and been to England twice and lived there for a total of five years. But Hawaii had constantly eluded me - just when it was announced that the ship I was in was going there, I'd be posted off. But when I finally made it, it was well worth the wait! After a two-week voyage from Sydney, we berthed at Pearl Harbour on a Friday afternoon, and that evening all we officers (nearly 200 of us - I was in Australia's only aircraft carrier) had to attend the obligatory official cocktail party on board. With that duty behind us, most of us went ashore to try to get two weeks' worth of dirty water off our chests, so to speak. Of course, every female we spoke to knew precisely what we were after, as we weren't exactly subtle. While our accents did intrigue them, they resisted all our blatant attempts to bed them - locals and tourists alike. So we returned on board, hornier than ever. The second night in (Saturday) a bunch of us went to a cinema in Hotel Street ("downtown" Waikiki) to see the famed "Deep Throat" - and, of course, that didn't help us at all! The next morning, I received a telegram - I had become a father again. My wife and I had been hoping that the little fellow might arrive before I left, but he had decided to take his time. Anyhow, that meant that that evening I had to "wet the baby's head" - helped by quite a few of my fellow officers. By 9pm the guzzling had slowed down some, and most of the drinkers had gone ashore again. About a dozen or so of us remained, and I was playing "Liars' Dice" with three other guys and steadily going through a bottle of port when a rather rowdy gang of people arrived in the wardroom (officers' mess). They had been brought back from the Pearl Harbour Officers' Club by another of our officers, to sample the hospitality of "the baby green aircraft carrier" as the Yanks called it. (That was one big advantage we have over the United States Navy - our ships are "wet", whereas American ships are "dry", and to further ice the cake, the booze is at duty-free prices!) So we had to abandon our dice game and turn to being good hosts, and it soon became common knowledge among our guests that I had just become a father for the second time. Of course, they couldn't buy me a drink, as all the drinks in the wardroom are on the "chit" system, but they were quite happy to toast my newborn son with drinks that we bought them! Anyhow, I got to talking with one particular couple, Lynne and Jay Smith. Jay seemed quite a nice guy (for a civilian!) and his wife was a little honey. She was only a couple of inches over 5 feet tall, and quite slim - but quite shapely with it, and a nice pair of tits. I started dancing with her, and it was she he moved against me - with the obvious physical and quite uncontrolled reaction on my part! She, of course, felt it, but made no comment. When she excused herself to go the ladies' room (we always had one of the heads - toilets - set aside for ladies while in port), I said to Jay, "It's a pity girls like Lynne are married." "Why?" he asked. "Because it makes them unavailable to the rest of us - like me." His reply sent my mind racing: "Not really..." When Lynne came back, we started dancing again, and she asked me how long we'd been at sea - meaning, of course, how long since I'd "had it". I told her a little over two weeks, to which she replied, "It must be hard." "It is," I replied. "Can't you feel it?" She thought that quite funny, and the next time I went to the bar to get another round of drinks I noticed her leaning close to her husband to say something she obviously didn't want anyone else to hear. When rejoined them, Lynne asked me, "Would you like to come home with us?" "What - for coffee?" I replied - hoping that was not what she meant! She smiled and said, "Well, you can have coffee too - if you want." I looked at Jay, who just had a slight smile on his face. When I raised my eyebrows questioningly, he just gave me a wink. "Give me a couple of minutes to change," I said. My cabin was two decks up, and I made it there in record time. I quickly discarded my uniform, and threw on a civvy shirt, slacks, shoes and socks. I nearly broke my neck shooting down the ladders back to the wardroom, and half expected to find that Lynne and Jay had gone when I got there - but they hadn't. On the drive to their house - which was on the other side of the island, so it took us a bit over half an hour to get there - I found out exactly who they were. I knew they weren't navy, but seemed to have a lot of friends who were. It turned out they were both PhDs, from the university at Berkeley, Ca., and their expertise was sex research! Specifically, group sex; they had already written two books on the subject, and had just finished researching the third. And the naval crowd they had got "in" with were all swingers - and had provided them with plenty of material! When we got to their house, Lynne went off to change into the traditional "something more comfortable", while Jay got us all drinks. He offered me a joint, which I politely declined, being happy to stick with my Benson & Hedges. Lynne soon rejoined us, and all she had on was a sort of smock - tied with two thin straps at the shoulders and one either side at her waist. It was obvious that if the straps were undone, all would be revealed...! We settled on a pile of scatter-cushions on the floor, and Lynne asked me what I had been doing since we arrived. I told her, straight out, "Trying to get laid - without success!" I then mentioned that the previous evening I had been to see "Deep Throat", and she gave a sort of derisive snort. Placing her drink on a small table, she came over to me and gave me a long, deep, tongue-kiss. When she drew back, she said, "Okay - you've seen the movie, now see the real thing!" With that she started on my belt-buckle, and I raised my hips to help her slide my trousers down. Then her fingers went to the waist-band of my jocks - from which my cock was already straining for release. When it sprang into view she didn't come out with any bullshit like, "What a size!" because it wasn't. I have only the "average" 6 inches or so, although I have been told the thickness is a bit above average. She simply smiled, obviously not disappointed, and said, "That looks impatient." "It's been impatient for the last seventy-two hours," I replied, hoarsely. "And I think it's on a very short fuse!" Meaning it wasn't going to take much before it blew! But it was Lynne who did the blowing... She positioned herself on her knees between my legs, and took my now rock-hard organ in both hands. Her tender touch caused an involuntary twitch, and a drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit. She gave my rod a couple of long strokes with the fingers of each hand, then lowered her head and closed her lips around the knob. "Oh, shit!" I groaned, as her tongue swirled around my bloated crown. Then I watched in absolute amazement as her lips moved down, down, and down - until her nose was buried in my short and curlies! I could feel my knob pressed into the soft tissue of her throat, which clasped it firmly yet gently, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself coming right there and then. "Gee-zus!" I exclaimed, then when she pushed her tongue out between my shaft and her bottom lip to lick my balls I nearly went through the ceiling! Slowly, ecstatically slowly, she drew her lips back up my cock until my knob slipped free, glistening with Lynne's saliva. She smiled at me and asked, "Just like Lind Lovelace?" "Much better," I replied, honestly. "I'm feeling it instead of watching it - but I still don't believe it!" She smiled again and said, "Believe - and enjoy." And down she went again, until once more she had swallowed me entirely. I gritted my teeth, and clenched my fists until my fingernails bit into my palms, trying desperately not to let both the spectacle of watching Lynne deep-throat me and the feeling of my knob being squeezed by her throat muscles make me come too quickly - no matter how desperately I wanted to! When she next moved her lips back up my length her tongue went to work on my knob, her tongue probing the slit while her smiling eyes fixed on mine. She knew exactly what effect she was having on me, and was obviously enjoying it. After another couple of deep plunges down my length and more teasing of my swollen knob, she took her mouth from me long enough to say, "Don't hold back - let it go. We've got all night..." That just about did it. If I had "all night" then I was sure I would be able to work up another load...or maybe even two! So I just rested on my elbows and let Lynne continue. It took only a couple more "swallows" before I felt that familiar stirring at the base of my spine. "Uh...nearly there," I croaked, just in case she wanted to pull away. I didn't see any tissues or anything like that handy, so perhaps... Lynne just glanced up at me with her smiling eyes and carried on, emitting a soft moan that sent a delightful tremor through my cock. Then I felt two weeks' worth of jism start to rush towards the tip of my cock, and, feeling my cock begin to throb in her oral grasp, Lynne clamped her lips tightly around the bottom of my shaft, imprisoning my knob tightly in her throat. I groaned through clenched teeth as the first spurt of semen shot from me, and I raised my hips in an involuntary effort to force my cock even deeper into Lynne's throat. She allowed the first two jets of jism to go straight down, then pulled back to keep just the knob in her mouth and allow the rest of ejaculation to splatter across her tongue and against the back of her throat. When I could open my eyes and glance down, I saw - and felt! - her swallowing. She kept her lips clamped around the shaft just below the crown, gently sucking the last few drops from me, then probed the slit with the tip of her tongue to make sure she hadn't missed any. I hadn't realised I'd been holding my breath until I let it out with a long "Phew!" I was still trembling slightly all over from the intensity of the orgasm, and my cock gave a couple more twitches in Lynne's mouth as she rolled her tongue around the now highly-sensitive knob for the last time before eventually letting it slip from her slips. She swallowed again, obviously to send the last mouthful of my semen southward, then with a self-satisfied smile on her face, asked, "Better?" Stupid bloody question! I thought. "Much," I replied breathlessly. "There was quite a lot," she said. "Two weeks' worth, you said?" "Uh-huh," I confirmed. "But I think my sperm bank is now well and truly empty!" She smiled again, and said, "Yeah - I think I got it all. It sure felt like it, anyhow!" As I reached for my cigarettes on the nearby coffee table, Lynne asked, "Why do let yourself go so long? Why don't you jerk off?" "I quite often do," I confessed, "under similar circumstances. But we've been playing bloody war-games ever since we left Sydney, and I've been working eighteen to twenty hours a day. Whenever I got into my bunk I just wanted to sleep." "What about the last two nights? You said you went back to your ship hornier than when you went ashore." "Again - I was so pissed and tired that I just crashed out. But I'm sure I would have made love to Madam Fist and her five daughters tonight if this hadn't happened!" Lynne and Jay both chuckled at that, then I just had to ask: "That deep-throat thing - did you learn it from the movie, or...?" Lynne shook her head vehemently. "No - I've been doing it for years." Turning to look at Jay, she smiled and said, "If we'd known we could have made a movie about it, we might be rich by now!" "Amen to that," Jay said, lifting his glass in a mock toast. "And I know lots of women who can do it," Lynne went on. "Some of them I've taught how, but the others have been doing it for years, too." "How did you start?" I asked, genuinely interested. "I mean, I've had plenty of blow-jobs, but whenever I tried to get a woman to take more of me in her mouth she'd end up gagging. I never even knew a woman could take a whole cock in her mouth and throat until I saw the movie!" "Well...I started giving Jay head while we both still in college. I was so naïve in those days I was determined to stay a virgin until I got married - silly me, I didn't know what I was missing!" "Serves you right," said Jay, which earned him a poke in the ribs from his wife. "Anyway, I made up my mind that if he couldn't have my pussy, I'd have to make my mouth like one - and take all his cock in. It took me a while to master it - and there were a few unfortunate mishaps! - but I eventually did it. Much to Jay's delight, I'm glad to say." Again Jay raised his glass. "I'll drink to that," he said, and did so. "But the horny bastard wanted more," Lynne went on, "so I gave him my other cherry." "You mean your..." "Yep - the ol' Hershey Highway! You know what 'Hershey' is?" "Uh-huh," I replied with a knowing grin. "I'm a chocoholic - consumed a few bars of it when I visited the east coast a few years back." "Anyway, that kept him happy until we got married - and I was a virgin, at least in one hole, when I walked down the aisle." "But I guess you've made up for lost time since, eh?" They both chuckled, and Lynne said, "I guess you could say that!" Having regained my composure (and stopped shaking!), I asked, "Could I return the compliment now?" "I'd love you to," Lynne replied, with another warm smile. She got to her feet then, and without taking her eyes from mine undid the two straps at her hips. The smock fell apart, held now only by the straps at her shoulders; when she untied those, the two pieces of material fell at her feet. Her figure was as beautifully proportioned as I'd earlier judged it to be. Her breasts weren't all that large (34-B, I later learned), but they were perfectly shaped with no sag at all. Her trim waist flared into nicely rounded hips, which tapered to smooth thighs and very shapely legs. Her pubic thatch (she was a natural brunette) was neatly trimmed for a bikini, and even in the dim light from the couple of table lamps I could see drops of moisture glistening in the curls. I felt a further stir of excitement when I realised that giving me head had turned her on. I quickly shed the rest of my clothes, too, leaving Jay as the only one of us still dressed. He continued dragging on a joint and sipping his bourbon as Lynne lay down, rested her head in his lap, stretched her legs out towards me and parted them invitingly. I positioned myself on my belly between her legs, then had her bend her them and lift her thighs slightly so that I could wrap my arms around them and reach her pussy with my hands. Using my thumbs initially to part her lips, which were already quite swollen with arousal, I easily found her clit - which was almost the size of the end knuckle of my little finger! It looked as if it were just begging to be kissed and sucked - but I was going to make Lynne wait a little while. I began by running my tongue upwards from just near her arsehole, around her pussy and along the inside of her pouting lips to the top of her slit - but not touching her clit. I did this a few times, very slowly, savouring the taste of her juices. Eventually I pushed the tip of my tongue into her pussy, which brought a low moan from her lips, and she wriggled her hips slightly. I then pushed my tongue in as far as I could, and when I withdrew it I just had to swallow because of the copious amount of liquid that brought forth. It wasn't quite sweet - just a bit tangy, but delicious nonetheless. Now I went for her clit - flicking it a few times with my tongue before fastening my lips around it and sucking hard. That made Lynne lift her hips from the cushions and grind her loins against my face, covering my lips and chin with her secretions. She squirmed on the cushions as I continued sucking hard, occasionally using my tongue to give her love-bud a few more licks, but sucking seemed to be what pleased her most. Whenever I removed my lips to give her another long lick from arsehole to clit she would give a little gasp, and at one stage even a little "Oh!" in a disappointed tone. Now it was time to give her the full treatment, and with my lips fastened on her clit I brought my right arm from around her thigh so that I could insert my middle finger into her soaking pussy. This was followed by my index finger, then I hooked both fingers and began probing for her "G-spot". I guess I must have found it, as her hips came right off the cushions again, and she moaned loudly. Still sucking hard, I began to finger-fuck her, stopping occasionally to again press her G-spot. Eventually I got a third finger into her and began sawing my fingers in and out as I continued to work on her clit with my lips and tongue. Her fingers were in my hair, grasping it tightly in two handfuls, and keeping my face pressed tightly against her. I was finding it hard to breathe, and now understood why some women's perfect man was a guy with a 6-inch tongue who could hold his breath for 10 minutes! Thankfully, she wasn't long in climaxing. She almost tore my hair out by the roots and came right off the cushions again as I felt her little bud throb between my lips and her pussy muscles close tightly around my fingers. She let out a long, low "Ooooohhhh!" of ecstasy as the orgasmic spasms wracked her body, and the juices flowing from her pussy ran right down to my wrist. When I thought she had finished I gave her clit one last flick with my tongue, which caused her to involuntarily try to close her thighs. "No more - please!" It came out as a sort of giggling moan, as she used her fingers in my hair to lift my head from her loins. Repeating her earlier stupid question, I grinned and asked, "Better?" Without answering, she pulled my face toward her, raised herself up and forward, and gave me another deep tongue-kiss - tasting her own juices in the process. "You did that very well," she said huskily. "Lots of practice?" "Fur pie is one of my favourite dishes," I told her honestly. Jay then got up to refresh our drinks as I fumbled in my shirt pocket for my cigarettes. We lay there for a while, sipping our drinks, smoking our respective types of cigarettes, and chatting - about sex, of course! I asked them how they'd got into the sex research business in general and group sex in particular. They said that when they'd been discussing a topic for their thesis, it had seemed to them that there hadn't been a comprehensive report on American sexual habits, etc., since the Kinsey Report of years earlier. They were already in the "swinging scene", and had been from the first year of their marriage - ever since, as Jay had said, Lynne realised what she had been missing! To cut a long story short, they thought that as they had first-hand knowledge already of the group-sex scene, they might as well use that as the subject for their thesis. Jay wrote his from a man's perspective, and Lynne from a woman's - and each received their PhD. They then wrote a book, which was quite successful, on the virtues of polygamy versus monogamy, and then a second totally on group sex in America. To do that they had toured most of the country, after setting up meetings with various people through a contact magazine, and had mixed business with pleasure as they gathered material. My First Threesome Their third book, which as they had told me they had just finished researching, was on the Armed Forces - what wives did when their husbands were away on deployments, what husbands who remained at home did with those temporarily abandoned wives, etc. Honolulu had turned out to be a perfect place for that, as it was full of what were called "WestPac Widows" - wives of men whose husbands were on 6-month deployments to the Western Pacific and Indian Oceans. "Infidelity" was far more commonplace among naval husbands and wives than army or air force, they had discovered - but I could have told them that! "You're obviously not celibate while you're away," Lynne said, smirking. "I've never pretended that I was," I replied. "My wife doesn't ask, and I don't tell her." "But what does she do while you're away?" Lynne asked. "She's the original one-man woman," I said. "Besides, right now she's got her hands full with a new-born baby!" "So you two haven't swung?" Lynne asked. I shook my head. "She hasn't got the slightest interest in it. I've sort of hinted at it a couple of times, but she always changes the subject very quickly." "But she knows - or suspects - that you've been unfaithful," Lynne said. It was a statement, not a question. "I suppose so, but she's never said anything. I'm sure she just doesn't want to know." "Is it always when you're overseas that you go with other women?" Lynne seemed to be really pushing now. "What's going on?" I asked. "Am I going to be an appendix to your latest book?" They both chuckled, and Lynne said, "No - I'm just curious. We've only spoken to American naval people so far - you're our first Aussie! So - have you played up close to home?" Recalling an incident in England, I replied, "I guess the over-the-back-fence neighbour is as close to home as you can get!" So I went on to tell them about that, until Lynne, changing the subject, asked, "Feel like a Jacuzzi?" I replied "Sure," whereupon she led me out the back to where a Jacuzzi was bubbling away adjacent to a 15-metre pool. Resting our drinks and ashtrays on the edge, Lynne and I stepped into the bubbling water while Jay at last shed his clothes then joined us. We sat there, Jay and I on either side of Lynne, as they pumped me for more details of my "infidelities". I was far more interested in hearing about their experiences, but told them of the woman in Mayport, Fla., who worked behind the bar at the Officers' Club, and told me she was going to take me home and "Screw til sun-up!" And about the woman in Rosyth, Scotland, whom I arranged to meet through a contact magazine, and whose husband - unbeknown to me - "spied" on us from the bedroom wardrobe while we screwed. And about another woman I'd met in England who was literally addicted to sperm - she'd much rather give me a blow-job than a fuck, and whenever we did screw would make me use a condom so that she could drink the jism from it afterward! While we were talking Lynne began gently stroking my thigh, her hand edging closer and closer to my stiffening organ. When her fingers eventually found it, I was rock-hard again. Turning to Jay, she smiled and said, "I think Bruce is ready for round two - and you haven't even had round one yet!" "Well, we can soon fix that," Jay replied, standing up and stepping out of the Jacuzzi. Lynne and I followed; I was handed a towel and quickly dried myself off, then Lynne took me by the hand and led me to their bedroom. Jay had got their first, and was lying on his back on the king-size double bed, slowly stroking his stiffening cock. Letting go my hand, Lynne took her husband's cock in both hers and soon brought him to full erection. I couldn't help noticing that he was slightly longer than me, but perhaps not quite as thick. Having got Jay hard, Lynne then straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock - taking him all the way inside her in one smooth, downwards plunge. She then began to slowly ride hip, bracing herself on her hands, and leaning forward to kiss her partner deeply and lovingly. When she broke the kiss, Lynne turned to me and said, "Come on - get up here where I can get at you." So I climbed on the bed, which was fortunately good and firm, and stood at Lynne's head, my left hand against the wall so that I could keep my balance. Looking up at me Lynne opened her mouth wide in obvious invitation - which I gladly accepted. She kept her head still as I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth, her clips closing firmly around it and her tongue already starting to do magic things on that ultra-sensitive spot just under the knob. When I came up against the back of her throat, she sort of tilted her head backwards so that I was pushing slightly downwards - and my cock just kept disappearing until it was once again lodged firmly in her throat. I could feel the breath from her nostrils on my heated shaft - but it would stop each time she took my full length: apparently when my cock was all the way into her throat she was unable even to breathe through her nose. It was a bit hard for her to keep her head still as she rocked back and forth on Jay, so she stopped moving so that I could fuck her face. Jay then started thrusting up into her, so that she was being fucked at both ends - and the little moaning noises she made around my cock indicated she was enjoying every bit of it! After a couple of minutes of deep-throating (which I was able to enjoy fully without worrying that I might come to soon), she let my cock slip from her mouth, sort of nodded over her shoulder, and said huskily, "There's room for one more back there. Pick a hole - any hole," she added with a grin. "You can take two in your pussy?" I asked. "Easily - but if you don't want to share there's always the other one." "The 'Hershey Highway'?" "Uh-huh," she said, smiling again. "You don't have any objections, do you?" "No - I think it's terrific. But..." "Oh, yeah - this is your first threesome, so it's also your first D-P, right?" "DP?" I asked, naively. "Double-penetration," Lynne explained. Of course I'd seen it in X-rated movies, but as Lynne had said, this was my first threesome so obviously it would also be my first "D-P". "Won't I need some lubrication?" I asked, remembering my previous experiences with anal sex. Lynne nodded at my shaft, which was liberally coated with her saliva. "I think you've got enough - and I get pretty slippery back there naturally." So I positioned myself between Jay's legs, and he stopped thrusting into Lynne while she lay forward onto his chest, presenting me with her beautifully rounded arse-cheeks and the little star-shaped orifice between them. With her weight on Jay, she reached back with both hands to spread her cheeks, opening up her anus for me to begin moving in. I must admit I was a bit awkward, trying to balance myself on the bed and at the same time get my cock into right place. I'd managed to stab Lynne a few times in her arse-cheeks before she used one hand to grasp my shaft and place the tip against her anus. Then I was able to edge forward, and watched in the dim light from the bedside lamp as my cock slid easily into Lynne's "Hershey Highway". It was incredibly tight and incredibly warm, and I could feel the soft walls of her rectum close around my shaft as it slid deep into her bowels. "Christ, that feels good!" I exclaimed. Through the thin membrane separating us, I could feel the hardness of Jay's cock deep in Lynne's cunt, and when he began to slowly thrust in and out of her again his knob sort of rubbed along the bottom of my bottom of my shaft. For just the briefest moment I felt a bit disturbed at being stimulated by another guy's cock, but then quickly dismissed that feeling as I reveled in the feeling of being deeply imbedded in Lynne's arse. Knowing that I was a novice, Jay told me when to start thrusting, so that we could set up the proper rhythm. It took me a little while to master it, and I slipped out a couple of times, but each time Lynne grabbed my cock and reinserted it. Eventually I found the rhythm, and we began to give Lynne a deep double-fuck. That was obviously something much to her liking, as she began crying out expletives and blasphemies as Jay and I plumbed both her passages. After a while she told us to stop thrusting, and she took over, rocking backwards and forwards so that our cocks were sliding in and out of her simultaneously. It took only a couple of minutes for her to have her first orgasm, and her sphincter closed so tightly around my shaft I thought that she would cut off the blood supply! When she had calmed down, Jay asked if we could change positions, as he had had enough of being on the bottom. So, following his instructions, I reluctantly withdrew my boner from Lynne's arse and lay down on my back. Lynne then straddled me, facing my feet, and taking my cock in one hand again placed the tip at her anus. As she squatted down I watched it disappear once more into her dark depths, then she lay back on me, turning her head to give me another tongue-kiss and then to ask, "All right?" "Great," I replied, and meant it. Jay then got between her legs and buried his cock in her pussy. I then found I really couldn't move all that much, and was content to just lie there and feel the rubbery walls of Lynne's rectum embrace my shaft as Jay did all the work. He pounded away for a few minutes, then grunted, "Here it comes, hon!" Whereupon he whipped his organ out of Lynne's pussy and thrust it into her mouth. He groaned as he emptied his balls down her throat, and Lynne moaned with delight as she drank down the seminal fluid - something she'd obviously done many times before. When Jay had finished, and withdrew his wilting cock from her mouth, Lynne swallowed one more time then said softly, "We often do it that way - saves a lot of mess." It made sense to me! Then, without letting my cock slip from her rectal passage, Lynne swivelled around until she was facing me, and began to slide her arse up and down along my length. "Nice?" she asked, unnecessarily. "Bloody beautiful!" I replied, truthfully. But then I had to ask, "What about when I come - where do you want it?" "Wherever you want to put it," she answered. "Where you are, in my mouth, on my tits - you get to choose." Decisions, decisions! "Where I am - if that's all right," I eventually said. "I was hoping you'd say that. I love the feel of a guy coming in my bum." But despite the exquisite stimulation I was getting from her arse, I knew that I was still a while from coming, and told her so. "That's all right," she said. "I'm in no hurry - are you?" I assured her I wasn't, and gave an extra hard upwards shove to accentuate the point. "Oof!" she gasped. "I felt that!" "You were meant to," I replied with a grin. At that stage Jay got back into the action again, turning Lynne's head so that he good kiss her while his fingers found her clit and began to gently rub it. I heard Lynne moan softly with pleasure, and when their lips parted she said throatily, "A little harder, darling - I'm almost there again." And she was. As she continued to ride my arse and Jay continued to strum her clit, she went into her second orgasm - and again her sphincter went into spasm around my shaft. It was so tight that for as long as her orgasm lasted she couldn't slide her arse along my rod, and I had no choice but to wait patiently for her to come down from her big "O". When she did she shook her hair from her eyes and asked, "Want to move?" I said I did, and she lifted herself slowly off me. Anticipating correctly what I wanted, she then got onto her hands and knees, once more presenting me with the intensely erotic sight of her beautifully rounded arse-cheeks and the stretched hole between them. With a moan of pleasure I once again sank to hilt inside her, until my balls were slapping against her wet slit. Then, resting my hands on those firm, smooth globes, I started to slowly piston my cock in and out, watching Lynne's anus stretch as the rim of my knob forced it to expand, then pushing forward again into her depths. "God, that feels good!" Lynne exclaimed softly. "You're telling me!" I gasped as I kneaded the firm flesh of her buttocks and thrust my cock back and forth between them. Then, much to my amazement (and not a little disappointment!) I felt the stirrings of my approaching orgasm. Having shot my load only a couple of hours earlier I thought I'd last much longer, but the exquisite feeling of screwing Lynne's arse (and, I guess, the psychological effect of the whole situation) had the inevitable effect on me. With my fingers digging into the resilient flesh of her buttocks I was pulling Lynne back sharply to meet my forward strokes, my loins meeting her buttocks with a wet slapping noise each time. I don't know how Lynne knew, but she gasped between strokes, "You're...uh!...cumming...aren't you? I can...uh!...feel you...throbbing..." "Ooohh, yes!" I replied through clenched teeth. Then I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but once again Lynne's sphincter closed tightly around my shaft, so that it took quite an effort to continue thrusting. On the other hand, the resultant effect was to hold back my jism until it literally had to burst from my cock. So tightly was Lynne gripping me that I actually felt the fluid flow along the length of my shaft to explode from the tip, deep into rectal depths. "I can...feel...it!" Lynne grunted. "So hot!" There couldn't have been much, but my orgasm was no less intense. It started before the first jet of semen shot into her bowels, and lasted until long after I was dry - but still pumping her arse. I just didn't want to stop, but Lynne collapsed forward onto the bed, leaving me with my semen-covered cock waving in the cool night air. Sitting back on my haunches, I looked down at Lynne's arse; it was still stretched open to about half the diameter of my cock, and leaking some of the white fluid I had just deposited there. "That...was...good!" Lynne said - and she sounded sincere. "Good?" I replied. "It was fan-bloody-tastic!" Smiling at me over her shoulder, Lynne asked, "So you enjoyed your first D-P?" "Very much," I answered truthfully. "And what came after!" "So," Lynne went on, with a cheeky grin, "which do you prefer - my mouth or my ass?" "That's an unfair question," I replied, "and I really don't know the answer." "Well, there's still one hole to go - when you feel up to it again," she said, still with that same cheeky grin. "Don't you folks want to get some sleep?" I asked, being polite - but praying that they'd say "No". "Oh, don't worry about us - we're quite used to all-night parties," Lynne said. Jay suggested another round of drinks and another restful dip in the Jacuzzi, so off we all went. It was while we were sitting in the bubbling water, letting it have its restorative effect, that they dropped the bombshell. I had been anticipating quite a week with them while my ship was still in port, but they let it drop that they were going back to the mainland tomorrow - or rather, later that day, as it was by now well after midnight. They went on to explain that the house belonged to a wealthy friend of theirs from San Francisco, who had offered them the use of it for the six months they were in Hawaii. They had said that they had finished their research, and they had an appointment with their publisher in L.A. the day after tomorrow. So I was just a "final fling". I was totally devastated, which Lynne must have sensed, as she again put her hand on my thigh and said, "Don't worry - we can give you the names of a couple of women who should keep you happy for the rest of your stay." I didn't think that anything that might happen during the rest of the week could be anything like that night, but then there wouldn't be any harm in accepting Lynne's offer. "I'll make a couple of phone calls before we leave, and let the girls know that you might be in touch. When I tell them about you, I'm sure they'll want to meet you." "If Lynne recommends you," Jay put in, "they will come after you!" I was still disappointed that I wouldn't be repeating the night's experiences with Lynne and Jay, but then I was somewhat mollified with the prospect of meeting another couple of "sure things". I pressed Lynne for details, but she told me I'd enjoy things more if I found out for myself what they were like. "I think Mary-Ellen will be the right for you - she's a little darling," Lynne said. "She's married, I take it?" "Uh-huh, but her husband's a real prick. He's an engineer - works at the submarine base," Lynne told me. "And he'll screw anything with a pulse!" Jay added. "So how is he going to feel about me screwing his wife - if I get that lucky?" I asked. "He can't very well complain," Jay said. "He's fucked every woman who'd let him - and strangely enough, there have been quite a few. And he doesn't give a damn what his wife thinks." "Sounds like someone I don't want to meet," I decided. "Well, if you want to meet Mary-Ellen - or Mellen, as we call her - you'll probably have to," Jay said. "But my advice would be to get rid of him as quick as you can, and get Mellen on her own." "You'd advise against a threesome with them, then," I asked. "Very strongly," Jay confirmed. "Besides, I don't think Mellen would want one anyway." "She just needs a nice guy to treat her nicely like she deserves - for as long as he can, anyhow," Lynne said. "Promise me you'll do that." "Okay," I agreed. "I'll be a perfect gentleman." "I know you'll be perfect," Lynne said, grinning, "but you don't have to be a gentleman all the time!" They went on to tell me about some of the others they had met during their stay, but avoided using surnames and wouldn't tell me any more about Mary-Ellen - Mellen. Sometimes they had just had foursomes with another couple, sometimes one or other of them had gone for a threesome with another couple, and there'd been quite a few real group sex sessions, with upwards of ten couples present. Lynne was almost bragging when she told me of having taken on eight guys at one party. "Drained 'em drier than the Nevada desert," Jay said. "Took on three of them at once, and emptied their balls in nothing flat!" "And you, you big stud!" Lynne said, playfully digging him in the ribs again. "There was this one woman - Maria, a real nymphomaniac - but Jay screwed her so hard and for so long she was begging him to stop!" "And I was glad to," Jay said. "She had gotten so dry she was begging to chafe me!" "Ouch!" I said, almost feeling it. We had been in the Jacuzzi for at least an hour, I guess, as we'd gone through another three drinks each and I was getting very low on cigarettes - not having had the foresight to bring a full pack with me - when Lynne's gentle fingers wrapped around my cock again and she asked, "Ready for more?" "If you are," I replied. So again we got out, dried off, and headed back to the bedroom. Lynne sat on the bed, and had Jay and I stand side by side in front of her. Then she went from one to the other, alternately deep-throating our cocks and gently stroking them, until both of us were rock-hard again. Satisfied with her work, she asked me, "Want another D-P, then?" "Sure!" I replied. "But I get her ass this time," Jay said. "It's time for you to sample her pussy." I agreed wholeheartedly, and lay down on my back. Lynne straddled me, then took my cock in one hand and began rubbing it slowly backwards and forwards along her slit. This girl didn't seem to need any foreplay - she was constantly wet! After a couple of minutes of teasing me that way, she nestled the tip of my knob between her soft inner lips then slowly lowered herself down my shaft. At first she took just my knob inside, then raised her loins until it almost slipped out; then she sank down again, taking a couple of inches of me inside before lifting up again. She did that three or four times, and had me groaning with impatience, before she finally sank down until I was balls-deep inside her. My First Threesome She was so hot and so wet - and she treated me to a display of muscle control such as I'd never experienced before - or since. Starting at the base of my cock, with a sort of rippling effect she squeezed progressively along its length right to the tip - then squeezed the whole shaft. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. Lynne smiled at my obvious delight, then said, "Just hold still while Jay gets in." With much more expertise than I had earlier shown, Jay positioned himself between my legs, took his cock in his hand, and pressed it against Lynne's little rosebud. It obviously opened easily to accept him, as the next thing I felt was Jay's cock pushing deep into Lynne's arse, pressing on the underside of my shaft in her pussy. When he was fully embedded, he let out an "Aah!" of satisfaction then began slowly moving in and out. In so doing he also pushed Lynne back and forth along my cock, so really all I had to do was lie there and enjoy! Lynne's eyes were closed, her head was thrown back and each deep shove by her husband into her bowels brought a hoarse "Ugh!" from her parted lips. Then, after a few minutes, her head fell forward, and she began moving her loins in time with Jay's thrusts - both of them speeding up. Her breathing was now quick and shallow, punctuated with gasps of "Yes! Yes!" as her orgasm approached. I heard Jay groan and actually felt his cock throbbing in Lynne's arse as he emptied his balls into her. Before he finished Lynne started coming as well, her pussy clamping tightly around my shaft as all her pelvic muscles went into spasm. Jay gave a couple of final deep thrusts and then was still, while Lynne's muscles slowly relaxed. She took a few deep breaths, opened her eyes and smiled at me as she said, "No I'm afraid there is going to be a bit of a mess." She was right. As Jay removed his wilting cock from Lynne's arse, much of what he had just emptied into her flowed out and trickled over the base of my cock and onto my balls. "Sorry 'bout that," Jay said as he climbed off the bed. "But what goes up - " "(must come down," I finished for him. But I didn't feel that I was in any position to complain... Then Lynne began riding me, sliding her cunt up and down my length; she varied both her pace and the depth to which she sank my cock, sometimes just moving up and down on the bloated knob before sliding down to grind her loins against mine. She seemed to sense when I wanted to change position, and without disengaging we managed to roll over until we were in the missionary position. However, rather than just hook her ankles over my legs, Lynne raised her legs until they were over my shoulders, and I plunged as deep into her as it was physically possible to do. Each time I hit bottom - the entrance to her womb, I guess - she would make a little grunting noise, but never made any complaint that I was hurting her. After a while she lowered her legs and then told me to put mine outside hers so that she could close them. She now how had my cock firmly imprisoned by her strong thighs, and while neither of us moved she began "milking" my cock with those magnificent pussy muscles of hers. She smiled at the ecstatic expression on my face, as she knew what sort of effect she was having on my cock. I was absolutely amazed by her talent: she varied the clenching so that for a while it would be around the base of my cock, tightening for a few seconds and then relaxing, then she would shift to the top, giving my knob the same treatment. Finally she would clench tightly around my whole length. But when my arms began to tire I fell on my side, taking Lynne with me, and for a minute or so we just lay there on our sides, facing each other. Then I started moving, Lynne throwing her upper leg over mine to allow me deeper penetration. I was starting to feel that I could just keep on fucking her and not come, but eventually Lynne said softly, "We are going to have to finish soon - are you getting close?" I told her that I didn't think so, whereupon she asked me what position was most likely to get me off. Without hesitation I replied "Doggy". Quick as a flash Lynne was on her elbows and knees, her beautiful rump aimed at me, both her holes at my mercy. I must have spent too long studying the view, as she asked, "What's up? Trying to decide which hole?" Then I realised I was! But without waiting for me to make a decision, Lynne reached back with one hand and pulled me towards her arsehole. I had a brief moment of reluctance at taking "sloppy seconds", which I quickly overcame and sank my length into her rectal depths. Once again Lynne flexed her sphincter muscle - but not completely, only enough to apply maximum stimulation while still allowing me to move easily. With her weight on one elbow and forearm she used her other hand to reach underneath and gently caress and squeeze my balls, encouraging them to empty their contents. I really didn't think that I would be able to come for a third time in just a few hours, but Lynne soon proved me wrong. Her grunted urgings, her agile fingers and her warm, clasping rectum succeeded in stirring up what juices I had in me, and they began racing along my shaft, seeking release. My fingers sank Lynne's buttocks, beads of sweat stood out on my forehead and my toes actually curled as for the second time I exploded into Lynne's arse. I'm sure that after a couple of spurts I was shooting air, but that in no way lessened the intensity of my orgasm. When it was over, I reluctantly withdrew my overworked cock from Lynne for what I knew would be the last time. After that we all showered, and as I was getting dressed I noticed that it was quite light outside - almost sunrise. Jay apologised that he would not be able to drive me back to the ship as they still had to pack, but called a cab for me; it arrived about 15 minutes later. As they saw me off at the door, Jay gave me a very firm handshake while Lynne gave me a final deep tongue-kiss. She then pressed a slip of paper into my hand, and whispered, "Thank you." "No - thank you!" I insisted. "I'll never forget this." "I should hope you won't," Lynne said. And I didn't. My First Threesome Hi, my name is Jennifer...I'm 19, with long blond hair and blue eyes...and nice size tits. I thought I would tell you about my first ever threesome...which happened a couple of months ago...so sit back, undo those zippers and read on..... My boyfriend, Chris, loved to invite David, his best mate over, to watch the football on cable. I hated this, because I hate football, and all I could do all night is surf the 'net...looking for some good porn sites. The problem with this is I get very horny...and I usually end up going for a bath just to frig my soaking wet pussy! So, one night, David comes over and, miracle of miracles, the football isn't on, cancelled because of the rain. Chris decides we should have a drink instead, so out comes the vodka. Chris should know better than to let me drink vodka, because it turns me into a nymphomaniac. Unless, of course, that's what he had planned! We sat there, the 3 of us on the couch, getting steadily more and more pissed, with some nice relaxing music on the stereo and only candles for light. Before long I felt a hand slide up my thigh, and looked down to see Chris's hand stroking my inner thigh. He just grinned at me as his hand slid higher, brushing the leg of my black silky panties. "Cut it out" I said, attempting to act stern, but too pissed to pull it off. "Why?" asked Chris "worried what David will say??". I glared at Chris and turned to apologise to David, when I noticed the size of the bulge in David's jeans. Before I could stop myself my hand shot out and stroked the bulge. Two very loud gasps filled the air, David's was arousal and surprise, Chris's just surprise. My heart shot into my mouth...what had I done? I turned to explain myself, but before I could get a word out Chris leaned forward and kissed me. His tongue darted into my mouth, and I returned the kiss, pressing hard against his lips. "Now David" he said as we broke away. "W-What" I stammered. "Now kiss David," replied Chris, a real passion burning behind his deep brown eyes. Just the intensity on Chris's face was enough to get me hot, and so I turned round, grabbed David before he could say a word and kissed him. his lips parted and I slid my tongue into his mouth. His arms slid around my waist and pulled me closer, and i could feel his stiff cock poking into me!! Chris began to stroke my pussy lips through my panties...and I knew that we were going to end up fucking. I detached myself from David and stood up...I knew the time had come to take control. Without saying a word I lifted my short black dress slowly over my head, and stood there in just my bra and panties. Then teasingly I turned my back and unclipped my bra, letting it fall to the floor and covering my large breasts with my hands. I grinned to myself as I felt my erect nipples pressing into my palms, and then I turned back to the men and removed my hands. David gasped, as it was the first time he had ever seen my tits, and Chris smiled at his reaction. I then slid my panties down, revealing my delicate blond bush and slightly spread cunt lips. David's eyes boggled! "Stand up" I told David, my voice becoming husky with desire. Chris stood up. "Watch this, Chris" I said, as I knelt before David. I slid his zipper down, and undid the button on his jeans, and a fair size, fully erect, uncut cock popped out. I grabbed it and began to stroke it gently. David groaned, and when I looked at Chris I saw he had his cock out and was slowly stroking it. I lent forward and took David's cock into my mouth, my tongue flicking at the precum that was dripping from it. I was surprised when David, who had been pretty quiet up till this point, began goading me on. "Oh yes...suck my cock...suck it you dirty little slut...." His words were turning me on, so I pushed him back onto the couch and went onto all fours. "Chris" I groaned, "lick my wet pussy for me." Chris came up behind me, and slid his tongue across my dripping pussy lips. I nearly came there and then, and my gasps were muffled as I bent back down to David's cock. David continued to talk filthy to me as I sucked and licked his prick, while Chris's tongue licked at my cunt and flicked my hard little clitty. Before long I felt an orgasm welling up, and I sucked on Davids cock furiously as the first waves began. David must have sensed me cumming, because as my orgasm began. his cock began to spurt its hot jizz. I pulled up, partly from shock and partly as another wave hit me, and David's cum splashed across my lips and over my chin. "Oh yes you dirty fucking slut" he cried as another spurt splattered against me, and the final wave of orgasm hit me. I screamed, and my knees gave way. I collapsed onto the floor, cum running down the side of my face. I rolled over onto my back, not yet satisfied, and opened my legs. Chris knew what to do, and without any ceremony, stuffed his cock into my twat. I yelled with sheer pleasure as he pumped at me, overtaken with animal lust at the sight of his girlfriend, her face dripping with another mans cum. He didn't last long, and with a roar he shot his load into my hot twat...I could feel each spurt splashing against the walls of my pussy, and this sent me into another orgasm, and I came again, my butt bouncing off the floor. We lay together on the floor for a while, both men stroking my body. Unfortunately David had to leave before long, and after he had gone, me and Chris fucked again, this time slower and gentler. We decided to involve David in our sex life more often...but that's another story (and one that will be coming soon!!) The End? Hell no, just the start :) My First Threesome I have read many stories where the man is the main instigator in getting his wife to join him in a threesome with another guy. With me it was so different; I was the one who craved for it to happen: Hi, my name is Pam; I'm 29 years old and have been married to Tony who is 32 for seven years. I would probably describe myself as an average woman, 5ft 7, 120 lbs, brown hair. I like to think I'm fairly attractive, I keep fit and take a pride in making myself look and dress smart for my husband. In the seven years we have been married I have stayed faithful to Tony and I would like to think he had with me; I really, truly love him. There had been two times when I could have strayed but I resisted the temptation, the second time it had been a close call I actually went with this guy to a hotel room, we fooled around a bit but, well…I chickened out at the last minute. Before I met Tony I was fairly active sexually – I had been since my very early teens. My first lover was a married man – a very close friend of my fathers, he seduced me and took my virginity, he was a few years older than my dad. Looking back I suppose it was exciting for me at the time but in all truthfulness he was a lousy lover who only thought about pleasuring himself, he used me and abused me until I realised what was going on. There had been one guy in particular who had taught me basically all I know about sex, we were together for a couple of years, trouble being he wasn't the settling down, marrying type and we parted and later I met Tony. Recently I have been thinking and fantasising about other men, I fantasise about having sex with another guy, a total stranger with Tony watching and maybe joining in, the two of them taking me in various positions, fucking me – not passionately, just fucking me hard. I find myself looking at men when out shopping, wondering what they would look like naked, imagining the size of their dicks. I suppose it is a fairly normal thing that a lot of women fantasise about much the same way as men fantasising about different women I guess. Sometimes when Tony fucked me I would pretend it was someone else, a face of a stranger I had seen would fill my mind, I'd lie back and close my eyes and for a few minutes I'd enter the fantasy world I'd often dreamed about. As I said, I loved Tony and cared for him too much to succumb to turning my fantasy into reality but things changed. Financially and sexually Tony and I have no problems together; we try and discuss different things in order to keep our relationship fresh. I really get a buzz from sometimes dressing in a sexy outfit and surprising him when he gets in from work, or we'd discreetly play with each other when we went to the cinema and both of us got an adrenalin surge when we would have sex where there was a possibility that someone might see us. I have loads of sexy clothes, Basques, teddies, stockings, short and low cut dresses; see through tops which mostly have been gifts from Tony. I suppose Tony's favourite is too see me dressed in my old school uniform – yes, I don't know why but I've still got it. With my hair in bunches, no makeup, white knee length socks, short pleated skirt, blouse, tie and blazer I still look the part! We've talked about 'spicing' things up, he knows I am a tease, recently – maybe to please me, maybe not - he suggested that maybe I would like to get dressed up and we would go for a late night stroll around the nearby park with the intention of 'showing me off' to other men. I'd wear a see through top, stockings, short skirt but unfortunately up till now we have not come across anyone except a whino but with just the possibility of someone catching a glimpse of my exposed tits or stocking tops made for great sex when we got home. One night we were cuddled up, lying next to each other in bed, I was playing with his stiff dick while he had a hand cupping my tit. We were watching a porn video, a new one that we had not seen before. There came to a scene with two guys and a girl, within minutes they were naked and as one guy fucked the girl she sucked on the other ones dick, they were truly nice big, hard looking dicks, just the sort I'd imagined taking me! They fucked her in many different positions taking it in turns with her cunt and mouth, then…when it came to the 'Cum' shot, you know…they both stood either side of her as she knelt on the floor and they sprayed their cum into her open mouth and face. Tony's dick really got hard, I felt it twitch and throb, I squeezed it tight and wanked on it fast and seconds later he shot out a huge stream of hot, sticky cum. "Oh Fuck! Yeah…that's it love, Yeah…don't stop, wank it hard" he moaned. I did as he asked as then I swivelled around and took his still throbbing dick into my mouth. It continued to dribble out cum as I sucked on it, Tony gripped my head and bucked his hips forward, I felt his dick touch the back of my mouth and spluttered a bit as he literally fucked my mouth. Eventually his dick softened and I made my way back up the bed to once again cuddle into him, Tony kissed me and said "Wow, that was good love, I'm sorry I came so quickly but, well…when they spunked… the way you wanked on my prick… I just couldn't hold out any longer!" "That's ok love" I told him, "I think I can get this monster hard again" I grinned taking hold of his semi soft dick. "So…two guys and a girl, it seems to get you turned on" I said as I snuggled my head into his chest. I felt his dick start to show interest as I stroked and played with it. "I suppose it's every man's fantasy to take part in a threesome" I continued. "Yeah…I guess" Tony replied as he tweaked my hard nipple with his fingers. His dick started to harden as I continued "I suppose it doesn't happen much in real life though, I mean…I would imagine a couple would have to be very much in love and totally secure with each other to invite another man to join them in sex" "Oh, it probably happens more than you think, sex is no big deal nowadays, you said it Pam, if a couple think their marriage is strong enough and they both went into it totally in agreement that it would be nothing more than fun, well…I can't see the problem" This was turning out good, I was actually in a conversation with Tony talking about threesomes but I didn't want to push things. "You know…when we have sex, it's not just sex is it, it's lovemaking, I guess that's the difference" I softly told him before going down and sucking his dick to full hardness, we fucked for ages in a variety of positions, I straddled him bouncing up and down, riding his dick until Tony finally filled my cunt with his second load of hot cum. As I said, I did not want to rush things but later while Tony slept my mind was filled with the images of the two guys fucking that girl, I thought of them taking me! I lay awake for ages, I had to make it happen, I had to think of a way we could get another guy to join in with us, I needed to come up with a plan that would make the suggestion come from Tony – not me. The next day I visited a sex shop in town where I picked out a couple of tapes both with the same theme – Threesomes and group sex! I went home and spent the afternoon bathing and getting ready. I shaved my pussy smooth, Tony likes it that way. I dressed in black hold-ups, a very short skirt and a tight transparent blouse; I did not bother with underwear! I had a candle lit dinner ready, wine chilled and soft, background music playing when he returned from work. When he saw the way I was dressed and the table set he asked if it was a special occasion, "It's not our anniversary, I remember that date" he grinned "No special occasion darling, just thought it would be nice" I told him. He said he wanted to take a quick shower and returned ten minutes later wearing his robe, as I finished off in the kitchen he stood behind me and cupped my tits through the thin material of my blouse, I felt his dick grind against my ass as he nuzzled my neck. "Fuck Pam, you look so sexy…I could get used to you greeting me home like this every night" "Plenty of time for that later" I playfully chastised him, "I don't want to let the dinner get ruined, you go and pour the wine" We drank two bottles of wine throughout the meal, I was feeling a little 'heady' when we eventually sat on the couch in the lounge, I took the glass of brandy Tony had poured. "That was a lovely dinner Pam and you look beautiful dressed that way" Tony complimented. "Why… Thank you kind Sir…and would 'Sir' be wanting anything else?" I smiled. "Only you!" he grinned in reply, he slid his hand onto my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, his hand slid higher and I opened my legs wide as his finger explored my wet pussy lips, I let out a deep moan as his finger entered my cunt. As much as I didn't want to stop I had to go and freshen up, when I returned I dimmed the lights and switched on the TV, "I picked up this tape today, it looked interesting" I grinned. I sat next to Tony and pressed the play button on the remote. I cuddled into Tony as the tape started to play, it started with two black guys and a very young looking blonde, soon they were fucking like rabbits, the men had huge dicks and fucked the girl very hard. This tape was more hardcore than ones we had previously watched; they fucked her asshole and cunt simultaneously, the girl screamed out loudly as their massive dicks pounded into her, she took their dicks deep down her throat – how she managed it amazed me, I had tried to swallow Tony's dick several times but had always ended up practically choking myself! Again she took mouthfuls of cum and swallowed the lot. As we watched the tape Tony had his arm around me and his hand had slid inside my blouse playing with my tits, I held his dick which was rock hard; every now and then I gave it a squeeze resulting in him letting out a groan. "If you were one of those guys what would you like doing best" I asked, "It would have to be fucking my dick right down her throat and watching her swallow my spunk" He replied with a big grin "What does it do for you Tony…the thought of fucking a women's asshole while there was another dick in her cunt, look any good?" I gave his dick a squeeze. "Yeah…I wouldn't mind giving it a go" he grinned. The next threesome was again a young girl but this time the two men were old…very old! They had to be in their sixties I guessed. Saying that, apart from their ages they both had decent sized dicks, one guy's dick in particular was very fat and veiny with a huge purplish head. The girls who appear in these films all seem to enjoy getting treated roughly and this one was no exception. They fucked her quite brutally ramming their dicks into her asshole and cunt with considerable force, she was bouncing up and down on one of their dicks whilst sucking on the other one when Tony tweaked my nipple hard and asked "What about you Pam, if you were her do you think you would be enjoying getting the same treatment from those guys, they look a bit old don't they, I suppose you would rather have a couple of young studs?" "As long as they had big hard dicks and they fucked me hard I wouldn't care who they were or how old they were" I replied giving out a big moan as Tony slid a couple of fingers into my wet cunt. "You don't mean that really do you, I mean…if there was another guy here right now you don't really expect me to believe you would let him fuck you" I gripped his dick hard as he rammed more fingers inside my juicy, wet cunt. "You tell me Tony…Is that what you would want me to do?" I countered. "I'll show you what I want!" With that he got up, took hold of my legs and pulled me to the front of the couch, then positioning himself between my wide open legs he rammed his dick deep into my cunt in one go. I let out a loud moan as his dick rammed into me, he pumped his dick in and out, deep…hard "You'd take a guy's prick like this would you? What would you be telling him, would you be telling him to fuck you hard?" "Yes!...YES!...I'd tell him to fuck my cunt deep and hard! Oh Fuck…that's good…Fuck me good!" "Tony pulled out and pulled me into a kneeling position in front of him. "He'd want you to suck on his prick as well, would you do that?" I didn't reply, I just took Tony's dick deep into my mouth, it touched the back of my throat and I gagged a bit, Tony gripped my head with his hands and fucked my mouth, every time he lunged forward his dick slid deeper into my mouth, breathing through my nose I tried to relax my throat muscles and before long he managed to slide his dick down my throat, I sucked it hard. "Oh fucking hell that's good Pam, Christ!... Oh god, I'm going to cum, don't stop Pam…Please…please don't stop, keep sucking!" With a big lunge forward I felt his cum shoot out, his dick throbbed and twitched as spurt after spurt of his hot cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could manage but there was too much, some dribbled out and dripped from my chin down onto my tits. Eventually Tony pulled his dick out of my mouth and collapsed on the couch. "Christ Pam, that was fantastic…that was the best blow job you've ever given me, I'm sorry if I was a bit rough with you" he panted. The tape had finished and was rewinding, he held me tight and we kissed deeply, passionately. After a while we switched everything off and hand in hand went up to bed. We cuddled into each other, kissed and fondled each other for some time, then…looking down at me Tony said "You didn't mean it…did you?" "Mean what?" I replied coyly knowing exactly what he was talking about. "What you said downstairs, you know…about having sex with another guy, it was just fantasy talk…right?" I smiled at him, "If I remember rightly darling… I think you started it by telling me what you would do to that girl – if you had the opportunity that is, what was it again…you'd stick your dick deep down her throat and fuck her asshole, I suppose that was 'just fantasy talk' too" "Hey…I asked you first" Tony grinned, playfully giving me a smack on my arm. "Well…did you? Did you really mean it?" he again asked. I propped myself up on my elbow "Let's put it this way love" I answered, "Hypothetically if the situation did come up and we both found ourselves, well…you know…in a threesome, you, me and another guy and it was just about having fun, nothing more than simple fun, well…yes, I suppose I could handle it, yes…I'd probably enjoy it… the question is…could you Tony? Do you think you would enjoy seeing me get fucked by another man?" "Jesus, you were serious…and I thought you were just teasing me." Tony leaned forward and kissed me "Well…you haven't answered my question" I smiled. "Yes, I suppose I could handle it…If it was just for fun that is and… Yes, watching you with another man, well…If you were sure" I pulled Tony down to me and held him tight. "Shush, let's not talk any more tonight…now Tony hold me…make love to me, I want to fill me with your hot cum" I told him. I slept well that night, everything was fitting together beautifully, my scheming had worked out, I had a fantastic dream. Next day being a Saturday we slept late, I was absolutely shattered when I finally got up and a bit sore. Over breakfast Tony bought up what we had talked about. "I've been thinking Pam, you know we agreed that getting together with another guy could be fun, well…what if it was a couple, I mean…would that change anything?" he asked kind of sheepishly. "Oh yeah…So, you want to make out with another woman, that's what you're saying is it?" I teased. "Well…no, not just that but I admit it, I would it would be a pleasurable experience but…I was thinking more about watching you with another woman, ever fantasised about that Pam?" He asked. "Truthfully…no, I haven't but saying that, well…who knows what the future might bring? Look Tony, why don't we just do what we agreed last night, you, me and another guy. If that works out and we both enjoy it, well…then I guess we can take it from there. Getting together with another couple does sound kind of tempting though I admit but, well…let's just take things slowly, one step at a time, see what happens…agreed?" "Yes, ok Pam, agreed!" he replied. "So Pam, how do we find the 'other guy'? I suppose we could place an ad in one of those contact magazines" Tony grinned. "Well, it would have to be someone we didn't know, close friends are definitely out and I think placing an ad is a bit tacky" I replied. Then, after a minutes silence I said "There is one guy who I think might be interested though" Tony looked at me, "Who?" "Well, remember a couple of months ago, we had that man around to fix the taps, you know…you were just leaving for work when he turned up" "Oh, yes…I remember him" Tony replied, "Why him?" he asked. "Well…he was here for a couple of hours, different things he said…the way he said them, a woman knows when she is being 'chatted up' and believe me, if I was interested I'm sure he would have made a move on me!" "Yeah…no kidding but if I recall he was a bit on the old side, he must have been at least sixty…you really think he's the type of guy you'd want to…" "Hey, don't knock the older ones" I butted in, "You saw two of them perform in that film last night, those two certainly gave that girl a good time, besides, I suppose it's ok to tell you this now, you see Tony… I've had this fantasy about getting it on with an old guy for some time" I smiled. "Yeah, no kidding …You know something Pam, if I didn't know better, well…all of the sudden I seem to get the feeling that I've been 'set up'… I have haven't I" he grinned. I just sat there, trying to look girlishly innocent with a 'Who me!' expression "Ok love, you go for it, I'll go along with whatever you want" Tony told me. "Right, give me some time to work out how to set things up, later on I'll give him a call, I'll get him to call in one night…maybe next Friday. I'll tell him we are thinking of changing the bathroom or something like that, then…well, who knows" I grinned. The week seemed to drag, everything was arranged, I'd called Mr Collins – Tom, and he told me he would be around 8ish on Friday. When he was here before we chatted, he told me he was a widower; his wife had died some six years ago. I planned everything out in my mind, I knew exactly what I would do…the rest would be up to him! Friday - I spent the whole afternoon bathing and getting dolled up, I chose a very sexy, tarty outfit to wear. Black stockings and a very thin, tight dress that seemed to fit like a second skin. It was very short; the front was split with two thin strips of material covering my tits, my nipples jutted out hard through the thin material. The dress just covered my lacy stocking tops; a pair of high heeled shoes completed my outfit. I didn't wear any underwear, it would have definitely shown through and anyway, I wanted to look like a slut! I fixed my hair and perhaps overdid my makeup. My pussy was shaved smooth – I was ready! Tony gasped when he saw me, "Christ Pam…You don't think you've overdone it a bit do you? I mean…after all, he's only supposed to be coming here to give us an estimate for the bathroom, what are you planning to do, answer the door, say Oh, good evening Mr Collins…do you want to fuck me!" I looked at Tony scornfully, "Don't be silly darling. When he arrives you can deal with him, I'll be upstairs in the bedroom. I'll listen out and when I come down I'll pretend I thought he had left. I've got it all planned out, just go along with me, follow my lead…trust me darling, ok?" I was upstairs when I heard the door bell, I heard Tony and Tom talking, I heard them go into the bathroom and eventually return downstairs. I gave them 10 minutes and taking a deep breath I said to myself 'Well here goes' and made my way downstairs. I called out as I walked towards the lounge, "Tony…I bought this today, tell me if you think its sexy darling". Sure enough they were sat discussing prices. They both looked up as I entered the room, Toms eyes nearly popped out when he saw me. "Oh, I thought you had left" I said feigning embarrassment, pretending to try to cover the top of my dress with my arms. "I was sure I heard a car drive away, I'll leave you two to discuss whatever you're talking about" I said turning as if to leave the room. "No don't go Pam" Tony called out, "Come and have a look at the layout for the bathroom Toms thought up" My First Threesome "Yes that's right" Tom quickly added, "A woman's opinion would be valued Mrs West" I turned to face them again, "Wow, that is a very nice dress Pam! You look great, very sexy!" Tony told me, then turning to Tom he asked "What do you think Tom, nice or what?" he grinned. "Yes, nice…very nice indeed" Tom agreed. "Well, thank you…both of you but I don't really feel comfortable in it right now, I really ought to get changed" I continued with my 'embarrassed' look. "Nonsense Pam, come and sit down, I'll fix you a drink" Tony said, then turning to Tom he added "How about you Tom, fancy a beer or anything?" Tom said he would like a beer, I made my way to the couch opposite Tom and sat down, as I sat I crossed my legs, I could feel my dress ride up, without looking down I was sure my stocking tops would now be revealed. I noticed Tom's eyes glance down in that direction, they remained there till Tony returned with the drinks, as he handed me mine he smiled. "Tom's got some brochures Pam, why not have a look through them darling, see if there's anything that catches your eye" With that suggestion Tom came over to the couch and sitting on the arm of the couch he handed me a pile of brochures, I uncrossed my legs, put them on my lap and began to scan through them, slowly! Tom remained sat on the arm of the couch and every now and then leaned over to point out some features, I knew the front of my dress would be giving him a good opportunity to see practically all of my tits, just thinking about him looking at them had the effect of making my nipples harden dramatically. Tony sat close beside me; he too leaned over to look at the brochures – Yeah, sure! I came to a pamphlet on hot tubs, there was a group of people pictured sitting in one, I turned to Tony and with a grin and pretending that it happened I said "Remember that nice couple we shared that hot tub with last year darling, we had a lot of fun with them that night didn't we." Then facing Tom I added, "Have you ever had fun in a hot tub Tom?" "No, I can't say I have though It would be something I wouldn't mind trying one day" He replied. I handed the brochures to Tony and stood up, "You two will have to excuse me, I need to freshen up" As I walked out of the room I could feel their eyes follow me, I hadn't pulled my dress down as I stood, I guessed I was showing a lot of lacy stocking top! I needed to take things a step further, the ice had been broken, I was sure Tom was interested, now I had to make him realise there was no problem with Tony being there. I was positive that if Tony was not there he would have made a move by now. When I returned they were both sat on the couch, Tom was still showing Tony his brochures, Tony shuffled to one side as if to give me a place to sit in the middle. "So Pam" Tom said shuffling closer, "Tell me more about your interest in hot tubs, what you said about this couple…were they friends of yours?" I finished my drink and held the empty glass out, "Tony, be a dear and fix me another please…and another for Tom, his is finished" I added. Tony went to get the drinks. As I sat back I crossed my legs, my lacy stocking tops completely visible "Look Tom, I'm not going to waste time, getting you here tonight was my idea, the bathroom bit was just a pretence. When you were here before I saw the way you looked at me, I thought you might be interested. I suggested to Tony about inviting you over, to put it bluntly Tom, I thought that if we got on…if the chemistry was right…if you were interested then… you, Tony and me…the three of us…well, maybe we could have a bit of fun - there, I've said it!" Tom looked amazed on hearing my revelation, "You're serious aren't you Pam, you really mean it?" he asked, I looked at him, "Yes Tom…I really mean it!" "And your husband, Tony…he's definitely ok with everything, you're sure?" "Yes Tom, we discussed getting together with another man, maybe even another couple, he's fine…believe me, he wants this as much as I do!" Tony returned with the drinks and sat next to me, I turned to him and kissed him at the same time I covered the bulge in his pants with my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze all the time being watched by Tom. "I've told Tom everything" I told him, then I turned and did exactly the same to Tom, he was still a bit wary at first but soon he was kissing me deeply. As we kissed I took his hand and guided it up to my tits, his hand darted inside my dress and he gently played with my tits, I groaned as he rolled my erect nipples between his fingers. I rubbed my hand over his semi hard dick through his trousers, it felt big – very big! I felt Tony's hand on my thigh; he stroked upwards getting ever so nearer to my pussy, I jumped as I felt his fingers touch my wet pussy lips. I struggled with Tom's zipper and dipped my hand inside, his dick felt hot through his underpants, I wanted more. I broke away and stood up; looking at the two of them I slowly slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders and stepped out of it when it fell to the floor, now naked apart from my stockings and high heels. Using one hand I squeezed my tits, tweaking on my hard nipples, the other I rubbed over my pussy. Licking my lips I looked at Tom. "You want this Tom, you want to fuck me?" I purred, Tom nodded, "Yes Pam…I do" "And You Tony…are you sure you want to see me fucking with another guy, last chance if you want to change your mind darling, there's no going back if you say you do" I told him. Tony smiled and told me he was ok, "Right then, how about you both stripping off" I suggested. It didn't take long for them to undress, I was right about Tom's dick, it was huge, by far the biggest one I had ever seen. I knelt in front of them and took a dick in each hand. My hand encircled Tony's dick, it was hard and stood out, Tom's was still semi hard but my fingers did not touch. There must be a thing about older men's dicks, Tom's was very veiny and the bulbous head was a purplish colour, I guess it was at least 12 inches long, it was extremely heavy and as I said fat – very fat! I began by licking and kissing each one in turn then after a while I attempted to take Tom's dick into my mouth. I stretched my mouth open wide and just about managed to take a few inches. Christ it was big! As I did my best at sucking Tom's dick I played with Tony's, both of them had reached down and were mauling at my tits. I deep throated Tony, swallowing his dick up to his balls; I gagged and spluttered a bit at first but managed it fairly easily. Tom's dick was now hard; I wanted his dick inside me. I lay back on the floor, spread my legs wide open and told Tom to lick my pussy; he used his fingers and tongue expertly. He licked and kissed my smooth pussy every now and then flicking his tongue inside my hot, juicy cunt; I moaned and cried out in pleasure as I sucked on Tony's dick. I pushed myself forward impaling myself onto Tom's fingers, my cunt was wet, it felt as if he had at least three fingers inside me, I wanted more, much more! I wanted him to fuck me, I needed to feel his dick inside me and I told him. Tom positioned himself between my wide open legs, I saw him grip his dick and begin to rub the head up and down over my juicy, smooth pussy then slowly he pushed the tip of his dick inside. I cried out as inch by inch he slid his dick in, never had I felt so filled! He partly withdrew and again I moaned loudly as he slowly slid back in, this time a bit deeper. He seemed to be a very considerate lover, hearing me moaning and crying out he asked if it was hurting, "I'm sorry…You're so tight Pam." "No!" I panted, "It's ok, don't stop, Ooooh, it's good…so fucking good!" I continued to suck Tony's dick as he played with my tits and tweaked my nipples. Tom slowly slid in deeper and deeper until I could feel his big balls slapping against me as he pumped his dick in and out of my cunt. Urged on by my demands his gentleness vanished, he fucked me forcibly, deep…hard! After a while Tom pulled out and asked me to suck his dick, I positioned myself in front of him on my hands and knees and began to lick and suck my juices off his shiny, hard dick. I felt Tony slide his dick into my cunt, he had no trouble entering me now, I was so wet and juicy. He fucked me hard and deep – just the way he and I like it! As he fucked me I reached around and using the juices around my pussy I fingered my asshole, I could feel his dick in my cunt as he pumped into me. He knew what I wanted, there was no need to tell him, he withdrew from my cunt and I felt his dick pushing against my tight asshole. It would not go in straight away, then with a drive forward I felt the tip enter. Having Tom's dick in my mouth muffled the scream I made, God it was tight! Tony went from my asshole to my cunt in turn, in no time my asshole loosened up and he was fucking both holes deep and hard. As much as I would have liked to have experienced them both at the same time – Tony in my ass and Tom in my cunt I knew that with Toms huge dick it would have hurt too much and pain I was not into! They swapped around again, I stayed in the same position, I figured my cunt was now loose enough to take Tom easily but I was wrong. Again I felt my cunt being stretched by his monster dick; Tony held my head in both hands and fucked my mouth – deep! Tom reached under my chest and fondled my tits, he was now fucking me deep, again I felt his balls slapping against my ass. I felt Tony's dick twitch, It got harder and I knew he was about to cum, he held my head, I made no effort to stop sucking, I wanted him to cum into my mouth, I gagged as stream after stream of his hot cum shot out, I tried to swallow it but there was so much, I wanted to be his 'whore wife' cum dribbled out of my mouth onto the floor. Tony continued to force his dick into my mouth, I sucked it hard, sucking out the last of his hot, sticky cum, eventually he pulled his dick out and collapsed back into a chair. He watched as Tom fucked me, Tom had great staying power; he fucked me for another twenty minutes in several different positions. Tom sat back on the couch, I straddled him and facing Tony I lowered myself down, impaling myself on his dick. "You like watching me get fucked Tony? You like watching me take this big dick into my wet cunt?" Tony sat watching, playing with his dick and as I bounced up and down I talked dirty. "Does it turn you on seeing another man fuck me, does watching your whore wife make you hard? Where do you want to see him cum? In my mouth or do you want him to cum inside my cunt? Oh god his big dick feels good! So fucking good!" I lay on the floor, Tom got into the 69 position, he licked my cunt as he fucked his dick into my mouth, his heavy balls slapping against my face. I spluttered and gagged as his dick hit my throat, pre cum was starting to ooze out, hot, sticky and salty tasting then again he re- positioned himself between my open legs and fucked my cunt until he eventually shot his cum deep inside me, spurt after spurt of his hot cum filled me. He stayed buried deep inside me as his throbbing, twitching dick spewed out his load, he eventually softened and pulled out. When I stood up I could feel his cum running down my legs, I couldn't resist it, I slid my fingers into my cunt and looking Tony straight in the eyes I raised my hand to my mouth and licked Tom's cum off them. I sat on the couch next to Tony and Tom came over and sat the other side of me. I reached out and took a dick in each hand, Tony was hard again, Tom was semi hard. We spent the next twenty minutes touching and talking about what we had done. Tom told us he had a woman friend, she was about forty, very attractive with a fantastic body and according to him she was sex mad, he visited her regularly for a fuck. He asked if maybe one night he could visit us again but this time bring her with him, of course both Tony and I said yes! Taking hold of their hands I led them up to our bedroom where we spent the next two hours repeating what we had just done – fucking! I even managed to take the tip of Tom's dick into my asshole, hopefully one day I'll be able to take more. After Tom had left both Tony and I agreed this was the best sex we had ever experienced. Tony said he couldn't wait to see me having sex with another woman, you can guess what I dreamt about that night! If I get good feedback from this story I will continue it with - Pt 2…Tom brings his lady friend for a foursome... My First Threesome The following is my first experience with another couple. It took place a few years ago, but I remember it well. It is also my first story -- please let me know what you think. Things were going poorly with my girlfriend at the time, and I was in the mood for something different. I placed a classified ad in a local free weekly newspaper – the weekly had a classified section called "The Wild Side", specifically for adventures. My ad was simple, I said that I am an attractive 24-year-old male looking to for pure physical pleasure. I also said that I was willing to explore new adventures with one or more people. I checked the newspaper's voicemail a couple times the first week to no avail, so I pretty much gave up on the idea. After a couple weeks, I figured I would try again, and to my surprise, there were two messages. The first was a hang-up. The second message was from a woman named Jenny, who said that she and her boyfriend were looking to find a third, and my ad caught her attention. She left me her email address, and from there it began. I emailed Jenny immediately, giving her my physical description: 5'11" tall, short brown hair, green eyes, and an athletic build. It took a couple days, but she responded with hers: 5'10", blonde hair, and athletic (110 lbs.). It wasn't much to go on, but it was enough to keep me interested. We talked on the phone finally. Her voice was deep and sexy. She told me she was 31 and her boyfriend was 35. We made it clear that he and I were both not interested in male to male contact. I was relieved to know that we felt the same about that. We decided to meet at a local bar that very afternoon to see if we had a mutual attraction. Jenny arrived a little late. She said she spilled something on herself at work and wanted to change clothes before meeting. She was attractive: thin, small breasts, but lean with a nice ass. She was wearing tight black pants and a white button up shirt. We had a beer and talked. We hit it off well, and decided to head back to her place right then. When we got to her place, Jenny introduced me to her boyfriend, Dave. He was about my height, thin, and clean cut. They were basically a nice couple, both attractive, and they wanted to spice up their lives. We had another couple beers and chatted. I sat on the couch next the Jenny, Dave sat on a chair across the room. Dave excused himself for a second to get something from the car. While he was gone, Jenny leaned over and kissed me. I opened my mouth and found her tongue. She took my shirt off as we kissed and started rubbing my cock through my pants. I took off her shirt and found her without a bra. She leaned back onto the couch and let me suck on her nipples. By then, Dave had returned and had taken off his clothes. He and Jenny were kissing as I took off her shoes, then her pants. I kissed my way up her legs. Dave had made his way to her breasts, and was sucking each nipple. I rubbed my finger over her wet hole, and spread it open to get a full view of her clit. I remember seeing the pleasure in Jenny's eyes – they'd roll into the back of her head as my finger went inside her. It was surreal watching Dave lick her nipples so close to me. I took her clit into my mouth as I fucked her with my fingers. She moaned with pleasure and guided my head down into her lap. She spread her legs apart and I dove my tongue into her, licking up all the juices she had to offer. As Jenny's climax began to build, Dave moved away from her and let her focus all her attention on her orgasm. She squeezed her legs tightly around my head and thrust her hips into me. I took her clit into my mouth and rolled it around under my tongue. She screamed in pleasure as she came, until she finally relaxed her muscles. She pulled me up to her face and kissed me, tasting her juices on my tongue, licking her juices off my chin, and enjoying her smell off my face. Jenny slipped off my pants and grabbed my very hard cock. She gave Dave a questioning look, and he okayed putting me inside her. Without any other hesitation, I drove my cock into her. She wrapped her legs around my body and brought me deep inside. Dave kissed Jenny as I fucked her. Within a few minutes, I was ready to explode. She pulled me out, got on all four, and took my cock into her mouth. Dave came up behind Jenny and started fucking her from behind. It didn't take long for me to cum in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. I watched as they fucked for a good five minutes before they both came at the same time. Dave immediately got down and licked up both of their juices. We sat around naked for a while longer, had another beer, and decided to meet that weekend. Jenny drove me home. Our kiss goodbye was long and passionate, and I felt my cock straining in my pants again. Before I left, she and I talked about meeting up solo sometime. I actually ended up meeting with both of them a handful of times, and just with her quite a bit. Every adventure was better than the last, and I am glad I took a chance on a little ad in a weekly paper. My First Threesome Ch. 01 Once I reached Sunita's house I kissed Sunita very tenderly she responded by putting her arms around me and hugging me back. When we broke our kiss Sunita excused her and went to the bathroom. Madhu was also partly dressed had her dressing robe on, with her hair coiled on her head prior to be combed. Her half visible body under her robe was giving me hots. The robe hung off her impressive tits. The seductive perfume she had on was driving me mad. Leaning down I pressed my mouth to hers. Our tongues met, as each was eager to explore the other's mouth. Her hand went to the back of my head mashing our mouths together. The kiss seemed to last an eternity. It started as a soft kiss, increasing in intensity slowly. Holding her face between my hands I kept on kissing her till she started gasping. Breaking the kiss I pulled out the comb she was using to hold her hair up. It fell down the front of her. I reached for her mouth again. Our mouths met in another hungry kiss and my hand began exploring her back. Moments later, I slipped my hands down and reached for her buttons. She made no move to stop me. Standing there in hall I opened all of the buttons, so the robe hung open from her shoulders, and was stopped from opening fully only by her hard nipples. Sunita came back with cold drinks seeing us pulled us apart pulling me by my collar. Sunita said "You've been such a dear, We want to repay you, & we will do what we do best, but you two have to wait. We moved to bedroom. Once in bedroom Sunita said that Madhu is supposed to go back tmrw so today they want to enjoy, enjoy & enjoy only. I planted a soft kiss on Sunita & thanked her for such a wonderful time. We helped each other out of clothes forgetting all about cold drinks lying on the side table. We moved to bed with their ample bodies pressed against me. "OK, lie there and do as we ask", Sunita said I once gave her a quick kiss on the lips and she smiled back at me. Madhu positioned herself over my face, facing my legs; she sat up on my knees a little to give me plenty of room to do my magic on her pussy, her clit, and her tight asshole. Sunita lowered herself down on my cock, and as she opened her pussy lips and slid down onto my cock letting it sink deep inside her. She immediately started to slowly move up and down, backward and forward. They were facing each other and Sunita leaned forward a little and kissed Madhu then took hold of her breasts, cupping them, they were large & beautiful anyway. While Sunita was fucking my cock, I was licking and sucking Madhu's pussy and clit. I ran my tongue on her clit, into and around her pussy and then down to her ass. I pushed my tongue into her tight ass as far as I could go, then all the way back to and into her pussy. I knew she ready to cum. Sunita asked Madhu to "Change places". Quickly they swapped over. Madhu rocked back and forth and up and down my cock. I held onto Sunita who was riding my mouth as furiously as Madhu was riding my cock, I knew that they both were both on the brink of orgasms. Madhu riding my cock and Sunita was riding my tongue, her cum dripping down into my mouth and rolling to the back of my throat. We lay still for a few moments catching our breath. Sunita looked over at me, knelt on her knees in between my spread legs and proceeded to suck My near bursting cock, running her tongue around the tip of the head and slowly licking the sides, tasting my cum and Madhu's juices, it must have been an exotic cocktail for her. As Sunita was concentrating on my cock, her hand around the shaft and taking all of into her mouth, sucking and licking, gently squeezing my tight balls, Madhu moved behind Sunita and slowly inserted her fingers into Sunita, slowly moving in and out. I started to move my hips up and down, Sunita glanced up at my face and knew I could not hold back much longer. She moved her mouth up and down faster and faster on me, Madhu was going faster and faster as well, I could hear her breathing heavily, it seemed like we all wanted to cum at the same time. I moaned and bucked my hips up at Sunita and as I did so, a squirt of hot cum hit out. Sunita swallowed with my cock pushed as far down her throat as it would go. Totally exhausted, we lay there catching our breath, I in the middle with three of us holding onto each other. After a while I got up & moved off the bed to take a shower & clean. Seeing me moving out. Madhu moved closer to Sunita and kissed her gently on the lips. They wrapped arms around each other, gently stroking and kissing. On my return I sat on the bed & watched the incredible display: two hot, sexy women rubbing their bodies together in lust, their hands and mouths roaming all over their naked flesh. Sunita looked over at me and motioned to stand up and join them. I wrapped my arms around them both and kissed each in turn. Madhu's mouth was on Sunita's breasts as she softly licked and sucked her nipples with Sunita just stroking her hair and enjoying the effects her mouth was having on her. Madhu lowered her head down to Sunita's wet pussy, instinctively, Sunita spread her legs and arched her back. Madhu used her hand to play with Sunita's wet cunt lips. She skid her fingers through them, stopping to pinch her clit or slip a finger deep inside her slippery hole. Sunita was dripping all over. I helped and placed one pillow beneath her ass & spread her legs apart Madhu positioned herself between them. With a hand on each thigh, she stretched Sunita's lips apart, exposing her pink flesh that was glistening in the light. Softly, Madhu began to probe her tongue through the sweet pussy. Sunita moaned with pleasure as Madhu slid a single finger inside her wet cavity. Sensing her friends increased pleasure, she worked another finger inside and then yet another. "Oh, my god…that feels so great" Sunita murmured. By this time Madhu was working her three fingers in and out, but I knew that there was more pleasure to give than just this. I moved closer to Sunita's pussy & gently ran my tongue over the harden flesh. Sunita moaned with delight. Slowly, as I continued to suck on Sunita's clit, Madhu worked her fingers inside the slick opening & soon she had four of her fingers easily sliding inside Sunita's pussy, and Sunita didn't seem to mind at all. I continued to lick the excess juices as they poured out. The taste was sweet and now Sunita's pussy was growing increasingly tight as we urged her towards orgasm. Sunita cried with joy. It was my time to act so I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. Returning with the wet cloth, I wiped Madhu's hands and cleaned up the mess from between Sunita's thighs. After doing I joined them back in bed. They turned their attention to me. Both ladies had a grip on my cock, stroking it lightly as they crouched on either side of my legs. Sunita took the first plunge, running her tongue over the shaft a couple of times, I drew in a sharp intake of breath as she sucked, me deep into her throat, then she pulled back and began to work her mouth over the meat in several long slow strokes. Madhu came in from the left side, licking up the side of the cock then taking away from Sunita and sticking it deep in her mouth. Madhu sucked slowly until she had it completely imbedded in her throat, then she too began to work with her mouth. After a few minutes of this, I was getting close to shooting, but right then, as if sensing my approaching orgasm, they backed off. The two women truly loved sex and knew how to obtain maximum pleasure from it. Madhu climbed up and lowered her, dripping cunt to my face. I grabbed Madhu's butt eagerly, pulled her pussy to lips and began to eat it with relish, kissing her lips and running my tongue between them. Using my tongue like a small cock, I jabbed it into Madhu's vagina, fucking her with my tongue. Sunita, meanwhile, placed her mouth over Madhu's nipple sucking slowly and gently. Madhu moved her hips forward, pulling her pussy off my mouth and offering her asshole. I ran my tongue over the brown flesh. I pulled her butt cheeks apart and licked and kissed Madhu's asshole, occasionally sticking part of my middle finger up her rectum. Watching me, Sunita pulled my legs apart, and began to lick my anus. I let out a moan of pleasure. After a while Sunita stood up & backed away. Madhu also moved & rolled over to bed. Tired I decided for a bath & moved to bathroom. Returning I find lunch spread on bed & both ladies still naked enjoying there food. I joined them. After finishing food & removing all left over they joined me back on bed. The three of us spoke for 20/30 minutes, joking around, flirting. I extended my right leg so it was touching Madhu's thigh, while Sunita's leg laid on mine. Sunita moved & kissed Madhu's sweet nipple as I moved behind Madhu and kissed her neck . I was hard again. Sunita leaned down farther to kiss Madhu's pussy and then opened her legs as she lay back against me. As I caressed Madhu' tits Sunita tasted her wet pussy. Madhu turned her face around so I could kiss her mouth. I moved back against the bed. Madhu in my lap with her back to me as Sunita took my cock in her hand and guided me into Madhu's cunt. I moaned as she slid down on me. Madhu opened her legs and Sunita leaned down to suck her clit. Madhu leaned her head over so that I could still kiss her as I fucked her. My tongue plunged into her mouth, fucking her mouth with as much power as I was fucking her. I had her large soft breasts in my hands as my tongue plunged time and time again into her mouth. I plunged hard and fast into her glistening hot wet pussy I could feel her tighten as I fucked her. Madhu breath became quicker and I knew she was about to come. I could actually feel her pussy tighten around my cock as I thrust my hips up as hard as I could. She moaned as she began to come. I thrust into her deep and hard one final time, cumming in her cunt until it ran out and down her legs. Madhu collapsed back against me. 'After some time Sunita said, 'will you do me a favor?' 'Sure ask away' I told her. 'If you don't mind then please fuck me in the ass hole. Haan meri gaand maro. I love a cock in my butt. 'I would love to but we will have to wait for sometime' I said pointing to my limp cock. 'We don't have so much time. I will help you' she said and took my cock in he mouth and brought it to attention in minutes. Pleased with her work she got on all fours and said, 'As it has been a long time please for the first time wet your cock in my choot before entering'. I did as directed and pushed my cock in her butt hole. Madhu under Sunita & started licking and sucking her cunt as I fucked her. 'Oh it hurts but go on don't stop' she said. While I was fucking she kept saying, 'It is lovely, yes that is the way, yes harder, now faster and harder, I haven't enjoyed myself like this in years etc.' till I came in her butt hole. We all rested... and then... My First Threesome Ch. 01 It's funny how things work out. My best friend Julie and I had been happily married to our husbands for over twenty years when all this started. Jules is a tall, shapely, good looking blonde. Even though she is on the wrong side of forty she still turns male heads wherever she goes. Her marriage to her husband Warren ended six months previously when he was caught having an affair with one of his sales consultants. Warren owned a prosperous land development company and was doing very well for himself. As a woman I struggle to see why Warren had an affair. Jules is a beautiful and intelligent woman and a great wife. From girls talk I knew that she loved sex as much as any woman and was adventurous between the sheets to say the least. I had previously met the woman at a party that Warren was caught having an affair with and she was not in Jules league at all. She wasn't all that good looking, she was short but did have a good set of breasts which was probably what Warren was attracted to. Jules was devastated when she found; she engaged the best divorce lawyer in town and took Warren to the cleaners resulting in a very good settlement. Warren didn't want his good name dragged through the mud and an angry Jules was the right person to do just that. Apart from the financial settlement Jules divorce gained her sexual freedom and she wanted to make up for lost time. Like me she had been a little sexually naive when she got married, she had only one previous sexual partner before she got married. Jules hit the singles scene and before long I was hearing all of the sordid details whether I liked to or not. So how did this affect me? I'm a forty-three year old brunette with a good figure that is defying gravity with the help of a daily gym work out and watching what I eat. My bust is a good size but my best attributes are a firm butt and good legs. I'm continually told by friends and my husband that I'm very attractive but I would only consider myself fair at best. I dress well and I'm content with life and the fact that Gaz my husband still wants to hold my hand in public. Gaz and I have been married for twenty-one years and have a good marriage, especially in the bedroom. Gaz is the only man I have ever had actual sex with. He's tall and good looking and a wonderful man and husband. My only complaint is the love handles that have started to appear from too many business lunches. Before I met him I experimented with boyfriends without going all the way. I enjoyed giving and receiving oral sex and would let them rub their cocks up and down my pussy without penetration, which now when I think back was dangerous. I mastered the act of giving my boyfriends a hand job so they didn't go home frustrated. I had on numerous occasions had to explain to my mother what the stains on my clothes were. I told her I was a sloppy eater, which wasn't far from the truth if you know what I mean. On meeting Gaz I gave up my virginity on our fifth date and never looked back. His only disappointment is that I don't orgasm during intercourse. It has to be by clitoral stimulation. Anyway, I don't care how I reach an orgasm; so long as I do and often. Anything goes in our bed, there's not much we haven't tried although anal sex is definitely out after a single try. I have enough toys to start a sex shop and we watch adult movies on a regular basis. We are aware of each others fantasies and act them out where feasible. I almost felt guilty when Jules and Warren divorced while Gaz and I were still happy. For the last few months Gaz has been working from home on a project which takes up most of his time. Jules, aware of this, has taken to inviting me out at night to the movies and shows and to be honest I have enjoyed every moment of it. The trouble is that she is always on the hunt for men and sex. On one of these excursions we were sitting in a bar after a movie when she met up with a good looking guy. Not wanting to play gooseberry I told her that I'd drive home in my car and she could grab a cab later. She wanted me to stay and in the end we both ended up at this guy's house. I sat in an unfamiliar lounge watching cable while Jules fucked this guys brains out in the bedroom next door, I wasn't amused one bit and told her so as I dropped her home. She apologised and then made me laugh by giving me a blow by blow account of what she did with the guy. It turned out he was a lousy fuck anyway. She promised never to do that to me again. Well she broke the promise less than a month later, different bar though. After a fashion show on a Friday night we dropped in for a drink at a bar in one of the best hotels in town. The place was packed and Jules soon began chatting up a good looking guy who was joined by his friend who was kind of cute too. It turned out the guys were in town for a conference. We were still there having a good time when the bar closed at one a.m. The guys were staying in separate rooms at the hotel and we were invited back to one of the rooms for a nightcap. To my horror Jules agreed, I suggested home but she gave me a wink and headed towards the lifts with the guys. I was tempted to go home but you don't leave your friends in those sorts of circumstances and in the end I followed. The hotel room was small and consisted of a double bed, table and four chairs and one comfortable lounge chair, a small bathroom was off to one side. I perched myself on the lounge chair while Jules and the two guys sat on the bed. All the booze came out of the mini bar and shared around, I declined. Next thing I know Jules is getting all amorous with one of the guys, the other starts hitting on me. I stopped him in his tracks; I showed him my wedding ring and told him that I was happily married. I thought that would bring things to a halt. Jules then suggested that she could handle both of them. Seconds later Jules has a guy on either side and they were slowly taking her clothes off. The look of pure pleasure on her face told me I would have as much chance of stopping her as me flying home. I didn't know what to do with myself, we had arrived at the hotel in Jules car and with the rain outside the chance of getting a cab would be slim. I did consider ringing Gaz but I didn't want to have to explain myself even though in hindsight it wouldn't have been a problem. From my chair I watched as Jules had all of her clothes removed and she then stripped the guys. Both guys had good bodies and one was pretty well hung. She then took it turns to suck their cocks while they licked her pussy. Jules produced two condoms from her bag and in turn rolled them on. Then she would let one fuck her while she sucked the other's cock. To tell the truth it was one the most erotic things I had ever experienced and I was quite enjoying the show. For the next hour the guys took their turns in every imaginable position and I enjoyed watching. The guys were caring and considerate taking care not to hurt Jules, who by now was completely in a world of her own. I also think they were enjoying putting on a show for me. At one time Jules asked whether I wanted to join in but she didn't have any more condoms. To tell the truth if she did I might have been tempted. In the end she removed the condoms and sucked and stroked each one in turn to orgasm letting them come on her face and chest. She then gave me a wink and headed to the bathroom for a shower. This left me with two nude men with flagging erections lying in a bed looking at me. Not something that happens every day, well to me anyway. One of them offered to lick my pussy if I wanted; when I declined he said I could leave my panties on. I again declined but I was sort of tempted but was saved a few minutes later when Jules came back in and got dressed. Jules giggled all the way home, she asked me tell her what it was like to watch. I tried to pretend anger but she knows me too well and in the end I was giggling with her. She told me that it had been the most satisfying sexual experience she had ever had; a threesome and me watching. I couldn't help but grin; it was good to watch I told her. She suggested that maybe I should get a divorce too. I then suggested it wasn't that good. I was horny as hell when I got home; forgoing my normal ritual in the bathroom I walked to our bed where Gaz lay. His eyes opened as I dropped my clothes on the floor and climbed in beside him. Lifting the sheet I crawled down his body and placed his cock in my mouth. I soon had it in its required state and then moved up and sat my soaking pussy down on it. It went straight to the hilt, then leaning forward I lowered my breasts to his face which he really likes. He asked what brought all this on and I told him everything except that I had been tempted at one stage to join in. It turned him on just as much as it did me, I then had to start the story again but describe in greater detail. When I told him about the offer to have my pussy licked through my panties he asked whether I would have been able to reach an orgasm. I wasn't sure but we were both keen to find out. I got out of bed and put on a clean pair of panties. The answer was yes I could with a bit of cheating. As the weeks passed by we added it as part of our loving making repertoire and fantasies pretending it was someone else licking my pussy. Then out of the blue one night Gaz asked me if I was interested in acting out the fantasy with another man? I said no and that I was perfectly happy with one man. It however became a topic of conversation when making love and I sort of warmed to the idea over time. Gaz asked if it was alright if I only had sex with one man in my whole life. I told him that it didn't matter but he picked away at me until I said I might consider it under the right circumstances. We discussed what sort of man I would like to do it with, how it would happen, and details like what I would wear. We were both sure on one thing and that was Gaz had to be there, he wanted to watch and I wanted him there for peace of mind. He had to be part of it. When Gaz went out and purchased condoms I started to get nervous about the whole thing but we talked through it. He reiterated that I could back out of it any time I liked. After weeks I finally agreed to do it. Now you would think it would be easy to find someone for me to take to bed but it wasn't so. We ruled out friends or men we knew, we were both paranoid about it becoming public knowledge. We first tried going to bars on the other side of town to meet someone. We talked to several likely candidates and on my approval Gaz even approached men on two different nights. Both declined only, because Gaz wanted to be there too, they were uncomfortable about being watched which is something that neither of us had thought about. The guys that Jules went to bed with didn't mind at all that I stayed and watched although it probably would have been different if I'd been a male. We decided to give the bar scene a miss. We then tried to find someone through personal ads on the net. We answered two ads from men looking for a couple and arranged to meet in a bar after we exchanged photos. The first guy was a disaster; the photo must have been taken ten years and thirty pounds ago. After I recognized him walking through the door we snuck out without him seeing us. A week later we arranged to meet the second guy, while he was very good looking but I just didn't like him. He was too confident and arrogant for my liking. Recognizing my signal Gaz said we would get back to him some time and we left after a couple of drinks. About this stage I'm starting to put the whole thing into the too hard basket. I never thought it would be this hard to find a good-looking guy who wouldn't mind Gaz watching us have sex. Most times it was a relief but when Gaz and I were having sex I would be a little disappointed that it wasn't going to happen. A few weeks later Gaz was looking through a weekly news paper when he came across some adverts for male escorts. Most of these ads for male escorts were for gay or bi-sexual men, but there were a few ads directed at women only. For a day or two we discussed using an escort and there appeared to be some advantages. Firstly they would be discreet and would eliminate the worry of anything becoming public knowledge. There should be a certain amount of professionalism and it shouldn't be too seedy. While money would change hands there probably wouldn't a great deal if difference if we picked up someone from a bar and hired a motel room. The idea grew on us and I agreed to let Gaz ring a few of the escorts exploring it a bit further. To both our surprise we again got declines from some of the escorts because Gaz wanted to watch. A few said it would be okay but Gaz didn't like their attitudes or other things when talking to them on the phone; that was okay with me as I always trust his judgement. We were both getting frustrated when Gaz finally got lucky. His eye caught an ad he hadn't seen before and he made contact. Paul was advertising escort services for ladies only. He described himself as in his early forties, good looking with an athletic build. Paul was at first a little concerned that Gaz wanted to stay and watch, it wasn't that he was against it but it had never been asked of him before. He then thought Gaz was just putting on an act and that it was all a big joke. Later that night after Gaz and I discussed it and he rang Paul back, this time I spoke to him for a short time. Once he realized that we were serious he was open to the idea. Paul operated from a private apartment about a half hours drive from where we live, his charges were $150.00 a session which could run up to two hours but there was no pressure. His services included a massage and whatever we wanted to do afterwards. Everything would be discreet and safe. Paul told us that he was flexible with his hours and wanted about an hours notice if he didn't have any other appointments or he was busy. It all sounded good to Gaz and I and we discussed it for the next few days. I finally agreed in principle but I didn't want to be pressured into it, it was up to me to initiate it. In the following few weeks I had mixed feelings about doing it, during sex Gaz made the point that it would it would be a once in a lifetime experience and we would both enjoy it. We discussed the fact that doing it just once might not be enough if I enjoyed it too much. We agreed that once would be enough to satisfy both of us. Gaz programmed Paul's phone number into his cell phone just in case. About a month after we had spoken to Paul, Gaz and I had met friends for an early meal at a restaurant. By the time our friends had left I had consumed at least one bottle of wine and was feeling happy and horny, for the last half hour I had been thinking about Paul's services. In the car park I leaned over and kissed Gaz before he could start the engine; I then gave him a quick grope. "I just feel like a massage." I said. It took Gaz a second or two to realize what I was suggesting. "You're sure?" he asked. "Don't talk me out it." I joked. "You want to make love with another man?" "Yes I do. If you still want me to I'll do it tonight." I replied. My First Threesome Ch. 01 This story is true. Writing truth, again, at the behest of my friend. When I say, "true", I mean it really happened. It really, really happened. What makes it so much more valuable to me, is the fact that the experience I am about to share with you, my other family, the faceless, anonymous but safe one of the web, was a fantasy of mine forever. The story changed my life. It opened my eyes to the erotic possibilities of life and marriage (not mine). It was fantasy come true. And it started in a small wine bar not far from home. I had responded to an add in a Usenet newsgroup for a MWC looking for a "well-hung white male." I read the ad, thinking it was fake, even though it was on a swingers site. I am certainly not a swinger, but often read the ads: wondering if they were real, wondering if threesomes actually ever existed. So I responded to the ad. I told them my first name, that I was 6', 200 pounds, muscular, in very good shape, intelligent and witty. Yes, "endowed." I am an honest 8 inches. To my surprise, they wrote back. Their names were John and Patti, and they lived about 3 hours away. Patti was extremely choosey and skeptical about meeting people over the net. John simply wanted to fulfill his fantasy of watching his wife have sex with another man. I told them I insisted on "friends first" and that we could just meet for a glass of wine somewhere in the middle. After several letters, they agreed. I remember the ride. It took me almost two hours. They gave me directions to a bar right off the highway, and I gave them my cell phone number. I was rather nervous going. Okay, I was terrified. I still had no idea if I was meeting someone real or fake, a weirdo or ax murderer. Truthfully, even if they were real, I wasn't even sure if I could have sex with another man's wife—while he watched. The whole scenario gave me goosebumps, but yet in a thrilling and exciting way. So I drove, and followed the directions in the email. We were to meet at 4. I was fifteen minutes early, and waited for their minivan to arrive. 4...4:15...4:30... no word, and I started the car. Just when I figured I had been tricked, I saw a light blue minivan pull into the parking lot. I was pleased with what I saw: Patti was about 42, short blonde hair, 5 feet, and extremely attractive and toned. John was about 5'5 and muscular. They excused being late and we went in for a drink. They sat on one side of the table, I sat alone, feeling the heat of a warm July day, on the other. That conversation over a glass of red wine was nervous. They asked me what I did for a living, where I lived. We made small talk and had some laughter for about half an hour. I excused myself and went to the men's room. When I returned, John looked at me and said, "Patti wants to know if you want to go for a ride." Truthfully—I was completely scared. I still did not know them, and had no idea what was going to happen. But I came here for the fun of it, and was not gong to say no. We got in the minivan, me in the back seat, and John said, "I know a nice little secluded area up here." The sun was setting, the windows were closed, and the air conditioning was on high. As we drove, Patti looked at her husband and turned around and looked at me. All of a sudden she started stroking my leg up and down. I got an almost immediate erection feeling her warm hand on my leg. She grabbed the bulge between my legs and said, "he's huge." Her husband looked at me in the rearview mirror. Patti climbed in back through the seats, and unzipped me, freeing my cock. She went down on me, and her husband looked in the mirror again, to see my reaction. All he could see was his wife's head bobbing up and down on my. I still could not believe this. Her warm mouth and the cool air conditioning sent goosebumps from head to toe. When we stopped, I helped her out of her clothes. We kissed, but not on the lips. She evaded lip kissing, and I figured this was some unspoken rule. John stayed in the front seat the whole time, watching. I spent about five minutes going down on her. Her pussy was moist and shaven. I personally favor the hairy look, but it was night time now anyway. She was smooth and wet and I slowly kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples while fingering her. Her body was small and toned, and her nipples were hard from my attention. She then pushed me back on the seat and helped me slide my pants down. There I was, with a rip-roaring hard on pointing in the air, in the back of a minivan with a husband and wife. This was strange: I am not an exhibitionist. In fact, being nude with a woman was one thing. Having an erection in front of another man was quite another. I had to lock him out a bit, and concentrate on her. John looked at my cock and nodded to his wife. Patti slid down the rest of her pants and mounted me. She guided my cock between her legs. I was so hard, and she was so wet, she had no trouble at all sliding down all the way. And we fucked. She sat on me, and grinded and swirled her pussy on me. Her husband raised her ass and said, "let me see". He lit a cigarette lighter and held it between our legs so he could see the sight of our connection. "Can you go doggy?" He asked. I laughed. At over six feet, there simply wasn't any room. Patti girated down, and reached back and massaged my balls. I kissed her gently on the neck and cheek and rubbed her beautiful tight little body. I caressed her sides with both my hands, enjoying this gift she had given me. And no, I was not wearing a condom. Her breasts were small and pointy and reacted nicely to my sucking. After 15 minutes, I couldn't hold it any longer. I whispered in her ear, "I want you to come." She stroked my cheek and said, "only my husband gets that." My balls were tightening as she continued to caress them. John was right there, staring at me fuck his wife, looking at my cock buried in her pussy. "May I come?" I whispered? She nodded her head. Now I was going to ejaculate in front of another man—into his wife, while he watched. This was so strange; usually such a wonderful moment is shared between two. Now a third was going to see me at my most vulnerable time. With that, I held her tightly to me and pressed our bodies together. I rocked gently inside her as I kissed her and ran my hands over her body. The pressure built and mounted, and I pushed her tight to me and hugged her as I came deep inside her belly. She quickly pulled off and sat next to me, her legs wide open on the back seat facing her husband. I believe she was showing him her cunt filled with my come. He looked at me, my cock now deflating, and handed her a tissue. She crumbled the soft tissue up, and placed it at the opening of her vagina. I didn't ask why. She stayed that way while they drove me back to the car: pants off, legs open, and a tissue holding my cum in her pussy. We said goodbyes and I kissed her. They drove off. I drove home. When I got home, there was an email waiting for me, thanking me for a wonderful evening. Could anything beat that, you ask? How about our second meeting, in part 2? My First Threesome Ch. 01 [This is in the category of "Gay Male" out or deference to those fragile souls on Literotica who are threatened by any tales that involve man-on-man sex and, to avoid challenging their fragile masculinity, want those stories in the "Gay Male" category. Those looking for true gay male sex stories may be disappointed. In fact, this is a love story between a man and a woman, though it, and the subsequent chapters I'm planning, involve heated, lustful sexual encounters between two men.) ----- "You want WHAT?!?!" Lynn was more shocked than angry, I thought, but I wasn't sure. I needed to tread lightly. "Well, I just thought ..." Then I sort of sputtered. "You just thought it would be fun to have a three-way with your wife and some hussy. That's what you 'just thought'!" "No ..." But I didn't know now to go on from there because that's exactly what I thought. "I mean, I thought that maybe we should do something to spice up our sex life." "So, sex just with me isn't good anymore." "That's not what I meant." And that was the truth. Sex with Lynn was still good, but there was no denying that we'd lost some of that sizzle that we'd had at first. Playing light bondage games and so forth had rekindled the initial excitement for a while, but then that had gotten to seem kind of old. "But you know that we've kind of gotten in a rut. I was just looking for something to stir things up a little to make things a bit more daring and exciting for both of us." Lynn paused for a moment and I entertained the thought that she was considering it. I guess she was, but her response wasn't what I'd expected. I wasn't sure what I expected, though. Maybe she would laugh in my face and dismiss it out of hand. That seemed likely. Maybe she would be angry and hurt for a long time and make it clear that I was never to even hint at such a thing again. That seemed even more likely. But maybe, and this is the thought that I was allowing myself to entertain...just maybe, she was considering agreeing to it. She'd once confessed that she and a college roommate had "fooled around a little." She'd told me in a light way, indicating that she'd kind of liked it. Maybe the prospect of a threesome with an attractive woman held some interest for her. But she didn't respond in any of those ways. "You're right," she began calmly. "We have let our sex life get a little stale. Maybe we do need to make things a bit more...what did you say?..."daring and exciting." So far, so good. I was beginning to think this could work. "So, let's spice things up with a threesome." "Jesus Christ," I thought, "she's going to do it." "Let's find some really attractive, sexy,"-she paused as if looking for another adjective but then went on-"guy to fill out the threesome." Guy?! GUY?! What the heck was she talking about? That wasn't what I was suggesting. "What's the matter mister our-sex-life-has-gotten-stale-and-we-need-to-shake-it-up-a-bit? Don't you think we need to make our sex life more daring and exciting? Didn't you think a threesome would do that?" "But, I wasn't thinking ..." "I guess not," Lynn said pleased with herself for catching me in a blatant gender inconsistency. I was a 21st Century post-patriarchal male-at least that's how I talked. Now she'd caught me in a very hackneyed sexist position. I appeared to be saying that what's good for the goose isn't good for the gander. "Well, I mean ..." I was trying to recover now. "I just hadn't thought of that." "So now you have," she said looking at me intently. "What do you think of it?" What I thought was that this was a test. I didn't think Lynn was really interested in a threesome with another guy. What she was interested in was whether I was willing to agree to it if she was interested in that. And, maybe because I was still clinging to the hope that she might agree to my kind of threesome, I decided to say, "Well, sure, honey. If that's something you really want." Okay, now I'd shown that I'd be willing to do a threesome with two men if that was what Lynn wanted-which I was sure she didn't. She should now agree that she would do a threesome with two women if that's what I wanted-which I did. "Great!" "What?!" I thought, while trying to look composed. "I'll find the guy and get it set up." She wasn't going to go through with this. It was still a test. It was just a longer test than I'd thought it was going to be. I couldn't say 'no'. That would concede her point and make the prospect of my kind of threesome forever impossible. Let her test away for a while. She wouldn't go through with it. "Okay. That's fine," I said, not feeling like it was fine at all. Over the next few weeks, I saw no steps toward the arrangement Lynn had said she'd make. She wasn't going to do anything about it. I was feeling as if I could raise the issue again, after she'd had plenty of time to test my willingness and, when I did, she'd feel pressure to go along with my idea. After all, I'd been willing to go along with hers. "And, what if she did do it," I thought with hubris (after I was convinced that she wouldn't). "It could be kind of interesting." I wasn't worried that Lynn wanted someone else more than me. I'm not really the jealous type and Lynn didn't do anything to provoke such feelings. "Lots of guys had fantasies of seeing their wives fuck another guy," I thought. I'd never understood why this was true. But I had to admit that I'd had those fantasies myself. "What would it be like to watch Lynn open her thighs for another man's cock? To watch her cum from another man's shaft pumping her cunt?" With false bravado, I convinced myself that I could not only handle it-I would find it exciting. I imagined how hard and aggressively I'd fuck her after the other guy was finished with her. I fantasized about accosting her repeatedly for weeks after the ménage a trios, pressuring her to pleasure me with her cunt or her mouth and taunting her by saying things like, "Come on. You did it for ... whatever the guy's name was. You liked sucking on his cock (or having his cock in your cunt, or whatever I wanted then). Now you're going to do mine." Somehow, I imagined that I would have leverage to demand things from her that I couldn't normally. I thought so much along these lines that I'd almost convinced myself that I'd relish the prospect of a three-way Lynn's way. But when Lynn came home one Thursday and announced-casually, over dinner-that the two of us had a date with Ben on Saturday night, my confidence was shaken. It's easy to be hypothetically brave. Courage in the face of a reality is more difficult. What could I say, though? At the moment, I couldn't think of anything. It crossed my mind that "Ben" might not be a real person. This might be a final test of my willingness. But something in Lynn's look made me doubt this conjecture. Still, I didn't have a clever response that would defuse the situation. I'd agreed, apparently sincerely, to Lynn's proposal. I didn't know how to back out now. I muttered something non-committal, hoping that, if this wasn't just the last step in Lynn's testing of me, I'd find some way to stop this from happening without losing my credibility. By Friday night, it had become very clear to me that Ben was quite real and Lynn had every intention of going through with this. And I'd found no non-weasely way to back out of it. I felt like I was a passenger on a train that was headed for a destination I really didn't want to visit. But I had no way to stop the train. The discussion Friday night revolved around Ben: where she had met him; what he was like; how she had broached the topic to him. Lynn addressed this last issue lightly. "You know," she said with a giggle, "it's surprisingly easy to get a guy to agree to a threesome with some other guy's wife, at least once she convinces him that the other guy's not going to go after him with a shotgun." Well, that comment, more than anything else, convinced me that I was not okay with this. Somehow it made me feel like this guy, Ben, was getting something for free. And that the something he was getting was mine. It was like Lynn had said, "You know, it's surprisingly easy to get a guy to agree to take something great from some sucker who's dumb enough to give it away." But I'd still found no way to back out gracefully, or even ungracefully but with my integrity intact. The train was moving inexorably toward a destination I was dreading. I didn't sleep a whole lot that night. I tried to recover my bravado-without much success. What had happened to the "Whoa, I wouldn't mind watching Lynn cum on another man's cock" reaction? I wasn't feeling it. All day Saturday, Lynn cleaned up the house. I didn't help. I'd begun to accept the fact that this was going to happen. But I didn't have to be a collaborator in the preparations. I watched a football game while she worked, but I confess that I couldn't concentrate on it-especially when Lynn was changing the sheets on our bed. ("Our bed?!" Could it ever really be OUR bed again after tonight?) Lynn had planned for us to "get to know each other" before we got to know each other in the biblical sense. So, she'd invited Ben over for 6:00 for drinks, then dinner, and then... The bastard wasn't late. I guess he was eager to that take that "something great from the sucker who was dumb enough to give it away." Ben was a good looking guy. On the one hand, I guess that made me a little jealous. On the other, I think it would have been even worse if I'd had to watch Lynn get fucked by some repugnant creep. I'd resolved to dislike Ben. After a few drinks and then over dinner, I found that I liked him despite my resolve. He wasn't an asshole. He was a nice enough guy. It really seemed as if his take on this wasn't that he was taking advantage of a sucker but that he was playing a part in a sexual fantasy that both Lynn and I shared. I don't mean that he was some sort of altruist, doing both of us a favor out of the kindness of his heart. It was clear that his actions were motivated by another organ entirely. But he didn't seem like he was exploiting either of us and he wasn't acting like a bull who was cuckolding me. This made it easier for me. And I realized that I would make things worse if I acted like a victimized cuckold. The best path out of this for me was to go along with grace. By the end of dinner, surprisingly, I felt better. I'd even flirted with images of Lynn sucking Ben's cock and Ben pounding her pussy. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. My newfound comfort-or maybe it was just more false bravado-didn't result in me being completely comfortable when dinner came to an end and Lynn said, "Why don't we adjourn to the bedroom?" Ben got up right away. Sure, he was eager to get on with it. I got up, too. I'm sure my feelings were much more mixed than his, but I counted it as progress that my feelings were, at least, mixed now. The idea of seeing Lynn fucked by another guy did hold some attractions for me. I offered to pour Lynn and Ben a drink, but they declined. I felt as if I needed something, though, and poured myself a Bourbon. We all headed down the hall. When we got to the bedroom, Lynn indicated that we should begin with me sitting down and watching her and Ben get the ball rolling. This actually seemed like a relief to me. I could nurse my drink and just watch. I didn't have to be involved in any way. Lynn stood very close to Ben, next to the bed, and he kissed her. Surprisingly, I think the kiss was especially difficult for me. Over the past week or two, I'd fantasized about Lynn taking another guy's cock in her cunt or mouth. But I hadn't thought about her kissing the guy. I don't know why. I guess I should have realized that this would be part of the package. But this seemed more intimate than fucking. I was relieved when they moved on to more sexual contact. Ben's hands were all over Lynn. I could imagine what he was feeling-hell, I could remember how it had felt to me when I'd first felt Lynn's gorgeous body. I knew that his heart was pounding with excitement. I couldn't see his crotch now, but I was sure that his cock was hardening as his hands caressed Lynn's full breasts and round ass. When Lynn moved away from Ben slightly in order to cop her own feel, I could see the tenting in his pants. Lynn's hand moved along the outline of a rigid cock. My own cock hardened and I felt the thrill that I'd only read about before-the thrill of seeing your wife excite, and be excited by, another man. I don't know whether Lynn had been looking forward eagerly to this moment. I still wondered whether this was more of a test of my willingness to have a role-reversal of what I had initially proposed. Clearly, it was a test she was willing to take all the way. But she might not really have been eager for this experience. Whether she'd been anticipating this with relish or not, she was clearly enjoying it now. I guess one thing that makes a woman feel powerful is her ability to provoke desire-lust-in a man. Lynn could see, and now feel in a very concrete way, that she had that power over Ben. I watched as her hand stroked up and down over his hard cock that was now, as a result of her manipulations, sticking straight up inside his slacks. Lynn struggled a bit with Ben's zipper, but finally she had it down and was fishing through his fly for his cock. While she was doing that, Ben was unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out from her skirt. He found the hook and zipper of her skirt and quickly unfastened these, too. Soon Lynn was standing in only her high heels and her bra and panties, a matching set of power blue, lacey lingerie. I think Lynn decided to give up on the idea of just fishing Ben's cock out. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and, while Ben got his shirt off, Lynn pulled both his pants and underpants down to his ankles in one motion, sitting on the bed before him as she did this. Ben kicked off his shoes and worked his socks and pants off while Lynn stroked his cock. Ben stood in front of Lynn, completely naked, with his dick hard and aimed right at her mouth. Lynn stroked his cock gently, looking at it closely before taking it in her mouth. "Shit," I thought, "I should be angry, jealous, hurt or something." But all I felt was incredible lust. I hadn't had such an urgent hardon in years. I wrestled my cock out and began stroking it. I didn't want to cum now. Well, I WANTED to cum a lot, but doing that now would undermine my other plans-my plans to cum hard in Lynn's freshly fucked pussy. But I needed to feel something around my cock and it felt good to hold myself-I was so hard and hot. Both Lynn and Ben had their eyes closed, reveling in the sensations they were feeling. I couldn't close mine. For me, the visual sensations were the focus of my attention. I watched Lynn's lips stretch around Ben's hard cock. I'd read stories where the husband now confesses that his wife's lover's cock was so much bigger than his-that he felt so inadequate compared to this bull that was cuckolding him. That wasn't true here. Ben's cock was about the same size as mine. Probably it felt about the same in Lynn's mouth as mine did. But I think that women, no less than men, like a little "strange" from time to time. I mean, Lynn seemed remarkably into what she was doing. She was enjoying the feeling of power she held over this relative stranger as much as he was enjoying her moist lips tightly surrounding his hard shaft. Neither Lynn nor Ben wanted this to go to a climax. They each had other plans-plans that meshed nicely with one another. Lynn pulled back and looked up at Ben. Ben pushed her down on the bed and knelt on the floor between her calves. He leaned toward her and brought his lips to her crotch. I watched as he placed his lips against the satiny blue fabric of her panties and blew his warm breath against her cunt. Lynn writhed and moaned. Ben worked his way up Lynn's body, kissing and licking her abdomen along the way. When his lips reached her rib cage, just below her bra, he pulled back, grabbing her hands and pulling both of them up to stand at the foot of the bed. He kissed Lynn again and, while their lips were locked and their tongues were entwined, he unfastened her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulder. Standing back so he could get a good look at her body, Ben gazed at Lynn's small, but full, breasts admiringly. He cupped one breast in a hand and massaged it gently. Then, moving closer to Lynn, he bent slightly and took her other breast in his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the nipple, which I knew would be hardening in his mouth. Lynn had her head leaned back with her eyes closed. She had her hands on the back of Ben's head, urging him on. I'm not sure whether it was because Lynn exerted any pressure with her hands or not, but Ben sank slowly to his knees, which brought his mouth to the level of Lynn's stomach. He leaned down slowly and again blew hot air against Lynn's mound. As he did this, he hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties and slowly eased them down over her hips and down her thighs. His mouth went back to its target, but now there was more than hot air stimulating Lynn's clitoris. Ben's lips and tongue had found that tender tidbit of flesh and were having an obvious effect on it. Lynn doesn't shave her crotch but she has a naturally tiny and neat pubic area and her hair is extremely soft. It was clear that Ben liked what he saw...and tasted. He used his thumbs to pull her labia apart slightly to get better access to her clitoris and flicked his tongue across it with ever-quickening motions. One of the things that amazed me when Lynn and I first began going out was how incredibly wet she got when she was excited. This chick certainly didn't need any artificial lubricant. She would almost flow freely with sweet nectar when you licked her cunt. Ben was experiencing that now. I could see his tongue running against the slick sides of her nether lips and then back to her now hard clitoris. Women are different from men, of course. And one of the ways they are different is that, for most of them, there's no reason to hold back from an orgasm during what might otherwise be foreplay. I saw Lynn shudder slightly while Ben was teasing her clitoris. I knew she'd had an orgasm. Not a crashing, knee-weakening, "I have to collapse" kind of orgasm, but one of her gentle but highly pleasurable orgasms that seemed only to intensify those that were still to come. Ben led Lyn back to the bed and laid her down gently. He lay next to her, kissing her and caressing her body eagerly with his hands. Lynn stroked his cock again, though it needed no attention from her hands to be completely rigid. Ben rolled her onto her back and Lynn lay there, legs slightly apart, inviting him to take her. I think they were oblivious to my presence throughout this. They certainly didn't seem to be doing anything for show. And neither one ever looked over at me-at least that I noticed. They were two lovers lost in their first sweet sexual encounter. Ben climbed on top of Lynn and I watched as this guy I'd met only a few hours ago very gently pressed his stiff pole slowly into my wife's hungry cunt. They looked into each other's eyes as they both savored the sensation of him entering her millimeter by millimeter. Lynn's legs were bent, with her knees up on either side of Ben's hips. I watched as his pelvis began rocking in slow, long arcs, driving his cock in and out of Lynn's sopping pussy. From time to time, he would pull up from her so that he could watch as her breasts flowed up and down across her rib cage to the motion of his fucking. At first, Lynn's hands were along Ben's sides, holding him gently, urging him on. But as Ben's thrusting become more violent, Lyn's hands went down to the sheets, which she grabbed tightly as her sexual tension increased. Both of them were in the throes of lust, Ben pounding relentlessly as deeply in Lynn as was physically possible and Lynn urging him to fuck her even harder. My First Threesome Ch. 01 Throughout their fucking, I'd been stroking my cock, which seemed only to get harder and harder. This was the most incredibly intense sexual passion I'd felt for as long as I could remember. I had to be careful not to cum as I stroked myself, but I enjoyed the feeling of my hand gripping my cock tightly and stroking it just short of the point of inevitability of an orgasm. Lynn and Ben weren't trying to stop short of an orgasm. Lynn was crying out in ecstasy from a crashing orgasm, which just egged Ben on to fuck her even harder, which just made her orgasm even harder. It was a wonderfully virtuous circle, for them at least, which was broken only when Ben, finally unable to hold back, roared loudly as he pumped surge after surge of cum deep in Lynn's cunt. It was truly incredible to watch this scene of extreme sexual passion. I'd felt such passion, of course. But it was quite different to sit in a chair stroking your bursting cock while watching two other people engaged in this sort of lustful scene. And, the fact that it was my wife who was so eagerly taking this other guy's cock and cum just intensified the feeling. The climax was passed; the two lovers lay exhausted, sweaty, with their bodies entangled, lost in their euphoria. I knew that this was my cue. I stood up, looking at the adulterous, but erotic, scene in our marital bed. I stripped off my clothes. By the time I was completely naked, Ben had rolled off of Lynn. Both were still breathing heavily, but they were now uncoupled. Lynn's legs were spread. I could see how puffy and red her cunt lips were. And I thought I could see Ben's cum begin to dribble out of her cunt. I couldn't take it anymore. Lynn had given me no sign that I was welcome-she was still in her post-orgasmic rapture-but I didn't care. I was going to fuck her sloppy, adulterous cunt hard. My cock had waited long enough. Its needs wouldn't be denied any longer. Climbing onto Lynn, I shoved my rigid cock hard into her cunt. Normally, the force with which I entered her would hurt her, at least a little. But she was so wet and slippery with her own juices and Ben's copious cum that my cock slid in with no resistance. I watched Lynn's face closely as I rammed my cock into her cunt. She didn't feel any discomfort. Quite the contrary. She seemed to love the feeling of being filled with a hot, hungry cock again. I wasn't angry, but I fucked Lynn like I was. My thrusts were hard and deep. I wanted to bang her harder than she'd ever been banged. I wanted to reach deeper into her cunt than any man ever had before. I wanted to fuck her to an ecstatic orgasm that dwarfed any she'd ever experienced-especially the one she'd just had. That's what I wanted. But what I did was to shoot my wad after less than a minute of fucking Lynn. And when I say 'shoot my wad' I mean: blast a load of cum like none I can remember ever doing. I wasn't bringing Lynn to an orgasm, but I was having the orgasm of a lifetime myself. I roared loudly and pumped over and over again-five, six, seven times shooting stream after stream of semen into her sloppy cunt to join the load Ben had already left there. When I finished shooting my wad, I continued to slip my rapidly softening cock between her warm wet lips until it was so flaccid that it slipped out. Needless to say, I hadn't brought Lynn to another orgasm. 'Humiliated' might be too strong a word, but I was certainly embarrassed by my poor performance-especially immediately following Ben's star performance (which would have been a hard act to follow in any case). And it was worse, of course, to do it while he looked on. As I lay on Lynn, spent and now impotent, she placed her hands on my shoulders and I felt the slightest pressure downward. I didn't resist. I moved down between her thighs. Her labia were even redder and puffier than before. I may not have pounded her long, but I did pound her hard. And I could see a drop of thick, white fluid oozing from between her lips. First a drop, and then a trickle. I leaned in-strangely, without hesitation-to bring my tongue to that stream of semen. 'Strangely', I say, because, though I'd often licked Lynn's cunt, I'd never done it after shooting my load in it. Now, without pressure or hesitation, I was willingly lapping up not only my own cum, but that of another man-indeed, that of a man who'd proven himself a much better lover for Lynn than I'd been tonight. Once I began, these thoughts cleared from my mind. I was lost in an incredibly perverted sort of self-abnegating pleasure. I needed to make Lynn cum and I was willing to debase myself, even in front of her lover, to do that. My nose was filled with the scent of semen and the taste filled my mouth. Not just the taste-the actual quantity of semen was enough to fill my mouth, too. I swallowed what I'd licked up several times and still more ran from Lynn's lower lips. When the flow finally slowed, I focused my energy directly on Lynn's clitoris. She was responding with surprising enthusiasm given how drained she seemed after Ben had finished fucking her to an intense orgasm. She'd come back to life and her hips were writhing in response the touch of my tongue on her tender tab. Lynn raised her hips and I slipped my hands under her tight little butt so I could pull her crotch hard into my face. I licked Lynn like a person possessed and soon she was teetering on the edge of a huge orgasm. I could tell I'd taken her up a long path to a very high altitude and she was about to begin a blissful free-fall into ecstasy. The impending explosion of sexual release just urged me to more intense stimulation of her clitoris. When Lynn came, it was like a volcanic eruption. Her body spasmed uncontrollably and she screamed out with pleasure. Her hips were bucking so violently that I had to pull away to avoid a bloody nose. Finally, she settled down and, moving up just slightly, I was able to rest my head just above her pubic bone. By chance, I lay my head down facing Ben. He was lying on his side, no doubt looking at us. I couldn't see his face without looking up, which I had no intention of doing. What I was facing was his cock. It wasn't hard again yet, but it had a fullness that signaled that he'd been aroused by what he'd been watching. As I looked at his cock, which had given Lynn so much pleasure (though not as much as my tongue just had, I reminded myself), I wondered what he might be thinking. I didn't know. Hell, I didn't know what I thought about what had just happened. Lynn, who had recovered somewhat, pulled me up to her and kissed me deeply. I found this very reassuring and I kissed her back with heartfelt tenderness, knowing that she could taste the cum-both my own and Ben's-that still lingered in my mouth. After a while, Lynn suggested that we all get some sleep. I hadn't expected Ben to be spending the night but the invitation was already out there and he had accepted before I thought of a way to cancel it. Each of us took our turn taking a leak in the bathroom and then Lynn suggested that we'd sleep better if we had a shower to wash off the sweat we'd worked up. I realized that Lynn meant that we should all take a shower together in our rather large, walk-in shower. I didn't know what I thought of that, but it was settled without my input. As it turned out, the shower was nice. We washed each other, Ben and I washing Lynn and she returning the favor for both of us. When it became clear that she was not treating me any differently than Ben, I was further reassured. She washed us both gently, lovingly even. And I knew then that for me it was genuine lovingness; for Ben, it was a pleasant fondness for the passionate intimacy they had shared. I watched, without jealousy or humiliation, as she gently soaped Ben's cock. It was a nice cock, much like mine, though it had performed its duties much better than mine had tonight. Lynn's hand slathering soap on our cocks made both of us hard. She liked that-at one point, stroking one cock with each hand in rhythm. She rinsed both of our cocks and led us to the back of the shower where she sat on the seat and took first me, and then Ben, into her mouth. She alternated between the two of us, stroking the other with her hand. Partly because of the shifting between a blow job and a hand job, and partly because we'd both cum so recently, it took a while before she'd brought us both to the precipice of our orgasms. No one minded. Ben and I were enjoying the wonderful sensations of Lynn's mouth and soft hands, and Lynn was enjoying the juggling task of pleasing two men at once. Ben came first. He put his hands on the back of Lynn's head, not to try to hold her there-she obviously had no intention of moving away-but more to steady himself while he shot his semen deep in Lynn's mouth. While Ben was filling her mouth, Lynn's stroking of me became irregular. She would jerk a long stroke and then seem to forget about me for a moment. Then she would jerk me again. But I wasn't having any trouble staying hard and I wasn't moving away from the edge of my own orgasm. I had to consciously hold back so I didn't wind up spurting into thin air instead of between Lynn's lovely lips. After Ben had settled down, Lynn let go of his cock completely and turned her full attention to my full member. She cupped my balls and began pumping my shaft in earnest. I put my hands on her head, guiding her and indicating the perfect tempo of her motions. And then I came-hard and long-shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum into Lynn's mouth, there to mix with whatever remnants there were of Ben's load before Lynn swallowed. Lynn got up and kissed me passionately. This time, it was me getting the final remains of the taste of cum from Lynn. We dried off and headed for the bed. We slept together, all naked, with Lynn in the middle. I think we all fell asleep quickly; I know I did. I slept soundly until sometime in the wee hours of the morning. I'm not sure what awoke me but I gradually became aware that I was spooning with Lynn. It felt nice to have her tight little buttocks caressing my cock, which had become hard again either from a nighttime woody or from dreams of last night. Suddenly, though, I became aware that my arm, stretched across Lynn's body, was reaching over to Ben who was sleeping very close to Lynn and facing her. And my hand was around Ben's cock! I pulled back instinctively, but with enough control that I didn't startle either of them from their sleep. What the hell was my hand doing there? I told myself that it was just happenstance. I'd put my arm around Lynn, as I often do when we sleep, and Ben had just happened to be where my hand lay. But when I was certain that neither of them had roused in the slightest, I reached back to touch Ben's dick. I hadn't touched another guy's penis since I was a pre-teen at a sleepover where we engaged in pre-pubescent naughtiness that, on reflection, was pretty innocent-the sort of "truth or dare" games that resulted in one kid having to stand up and display his little dick to the others or touch another kid's dick in front of everyone. To tell the truth, it felt nice to hold Ben's cock in my hand. I wasn't the only one with a stiffy. Ben's cock was fully erect. It felt very warm and both hard and soft at the same time-the shaft was hard under the skin, but the skin was remarkably soft. Raising my head slightly, I could see Ben's face in the dim moonlight streaming through the window. He had the slack expression of a sound sleeper. I stroked his cock gently, ready to pull away at the first sign of wakefulness. It wasn't necessary; he was dead to the world, at least at the level of conscious awareness. But as I stroked him, I saw his expression change. A smile crept across his face and I felt his hips begin to move slightly. Leaning a little more forward, I was able to get my hand down under his ball sack and touch the sensitive skin behind it with the tips of my fingers, while I felt his balls fill my hand. That made Ben twitch and I feared that I would wake him up. So I went back to just holding his cock gently. I fell back asleep that way. I certainly didn't intend to. What if Ben, or Lynn, had woken up while my hand was around Ben's cock? That would have been terrible. But apparently they didn't. When I woke up again, it was because Lynn was crawling over me to go to the bathroom. When she was gone, I looked at the clock. 4:00 am! Shit! I needed to sleep more. I closed my eyes and was practically asleep again before Lynn came back to the bed. When she returned, she didn't crawl over me to get back in the middle. Instead, she curled up behind me, spooning with me. I wasn't sure that liked being face-to-face with Ben, without Lynn in the middle. But I certainly liked the feeling of her soft hand encircling my cock. I dozed off with her arm wrapped around my body and her hand wrapped around my dick. I was in a very deep sleep I guess. I began to rouse, with no sense of how long I'd been asleep, when I felt Lynn pushing me down in the bed. She'd gotten me pushed down pretty far while I was sound asleep, because by the time I was awake enough to open my eyes, my face was even with Ben's waist. He was sleeping mostly on his back, but turned about a quarter of the way toward me, and his cock, still erect with a nighttime woody, was pointing straight toward me. I was groggy-still more asleep than awake. I didn't feel shock or alarm. The whole experience felt like a dream to me. Without thinking, and responding to the gentle guidance of Lynn's hands on the back of my head, I brought my lips to Ben's cock. This was a strange experience. My state of semi-consciousness made the experience seem unreal to me, but the sensation of Ben's helmet pressing against, and then between, my lips was extremely vivid-almost preternaturally real. It wasn't really a blow job I was giving. It was more like an oral caress. And, surprisingly, it wasn't unpleasant for me. I brought one hand up to encircle the base of Ben's cock as I gently fellated him. And then, moments later, I brought my other hand up and cupped his balls. I'm not sure when he awoke. But at some point he did. I was now fully awake, too. For me, getting into this from a half-waking state was probably the only way it would happen. Now that I was fully awake, I was already engaged in it and I didn't find it unpleasant-quite the contrary. I found that waking up with a hard dick in your mouth was actually pleasant. And, of course, (to look at it from Ben's perspective) I knew well that waking up with your dick in someone's mouth was incredibly pleasant. I felt Ben's hands on the back of my head. It was a gentle, guiding touch, indicating the tempo he found most pleasing. I complied more than willingly. Lynn was shifting her position now. I didn't know what she was doing at first but, when she got situated, I realized that she had moved up so that she could kiss Ben. Maybe this should have made me jealous; but it didn't. Instead, it heightened the eroticism of the moment. I set about my task with greater relish. What started as an oral caress was now a very serious blow job. Ben was turned on his side completely, thrusting his hips gently in synchrony with the motion of my lips on his hard shaft. I was pumping the base of his cock with one hand and gently massaging his nuts with the other. I was working him to an orgasm. And my own cock was incredibly hard, too. I turned slightly so that I could rub it gently on the sheet while I was attending to Ben's cock. Lynn and Ben were kissing passionately. I could hear both of them moaning and gasping for breath when their lips broke momentarily. And then the breathing was muted again as their lips locked and they explored each other's mouth with their tongues. As Ben grew closer to an orgasm, I moved my hand from his balls. I worked it between his thighs so that I could grasp his buttock and press him to me throughout his orgasm. And then he exploded in my mouth. This was a novel experience for me. Well, the whole thing was novel, of course. But the sensation of a cock shooting its load deep in my mouth-jet after jet hitting the back of my throat, filling my mouth, forcing me to swallow-it was something I'd never imagined. I realized that it's not easy to keep from coughing or gagging. And, for just a moment, I felt my stomach wretch. Then, somehow, I managed to relax. I realized that this didn't hurt and I could still breathe. I was able to taste and feel Ben's cum and it wasn't bad-a little slimy, I guess, but not bad. Then I remembered that this wasn't my first taste of another man's cum. But somehow, licking it from Lynn's cunt was different. I controlled that. Now, I felt a bit like a kid with his mouth around a hose. Ben's spasms slowed and I swallowed the final remnants of semen in my mouth. He clearly didn't want any sensations from his cock now; it was too sensitive. I knew that feeling; I have the same reaction immediately after I cum. But I didn't release his cock. Instead, I just held my lips around his softening shaft very gently and without any motion. It was nice to feel the wilting of what had, moments before, been pistoning strongly in my mouth. I pulled my hand back from Ben's ass to cup his balls again-those balls that I'd just drained so completely. Finally, I let go, feeling Ben's spent dick slip from my lips. He twitched in response to the sensation and rolled onto his back. I did, too, but in a somewhat different state than Ben. He was drained and relaxed, and his dick was soft and shrinking. I was tense and ready to explode, and my dick was lying hard, up against by belly button. Lynn scooted down to kiss me. It was a loving and passionate kiss. And her hand worked its way down to my hard cock. I heard her moan with pleasure as she felt how hard my cock was. She stroked me while she kissed me and then her lips followed her hand. When she took me in her sweet mouth, I let out a long moan myself. Being careful not to take me over the edge, Lynn sucked gently, keeping me hard and intensely aroused. Then Lynn climbed up on me and rode me cowgirl style. She was bouncing up and down on my very erect pole with great enthusiasm. We were fucking so hard that Ben, to avoid the rocking, got off the bed and sat in the chair to watch the action. Lynn rode me for a good five minutes and then said she wanted me to take her from behind. She got on all fours and I climbed behind her. Damn! What a nice invitation her sweet little ass made in this position. I grabbed her hips and slid my cock into her sopping cunt in one hard stroke. She gasped with pleasure and began rocking back and forth on my cock while I slammed into her with all the force I had. In this position, Lynn usually liked to reach back under herself and stimulate her clitoris herself. And that's precisely what she did. Between my hard fucking of her pussy and her fingering on her clitoris, we brought her to two strong orgasms. I pulled out and flipped her over on her back forcefully. I was in a frenzy of lust. I wanted to fuck Lynn hard in every position I could. But right now, more than anything, I wanted her on her back, with her legs spread wide to give me access to her sweet pussy. I fucked her forcefully-I'd say 'violently' but there was no harm intended. What I intended to do was to bring her to the most incredible orgasm imaginable before shooting my load deep in her. And that's what I did. She was almost screaming between gasps for breath. Her hands were around my sides, with her fingernails clawing into me. I was going to have deep scratches there, to be sure. But right now I could hardly feel it-I was so focused on the sensations of fucking Lynn with such intense lust. When Lynn came, I quit holding back. I rammed into her deeply and pumped shot after shot of seed deep in her womb. It was in incredible orgasm for both of us. My First Threesome Ch. 01 We collapsed on the bed just as dawn was breaking. Lynn encouraged Ben to come back to bed and we all slept, very soundly I think, until nearly 10:00. There was no coda in the morning. I think we all felt as if it would be anti-climactic. The morning was pretty prosaic: getting dressed, making coffee and warming up some pastries that Lynn had bought in preparation for our morning after, saying 'goodbyes'-or should I say 'farewells', since it was obvious that we would be getting back together again. The most surprising thing was that all this was done with great comfort on everyone's part, even mine. The goodbye part was a little awkward, I guess. Lynn hugged and kissed Ben at the door. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but it was more than a "cousin kiss". Then Ben turned to me. It was awkward for both of us. We couldn't just ignore each other at this parting moment. He couldn't thank me; that would seem too much like gratitude for letting him fuck my wife-or, worse, gratitude for sucking him off so well this morning. I couldn't thank him, of course. What do you do? Neither of us had a script for this moment. Finally, Ben stuck out his hand and I shook it firmly. We didn't say anything at all. We just looked at each other, acknowledging our inability to find the right words. Ben turned and walked out to his car. Lynn turned to me and just looked at me, deeply, for a moment. I think she was trying to figure out what I was feeling. Good luck with that! I wasn't sure what I was feeling. At least, I wasn't sure what my dominant feelings were. On the one hand, I'd just been complicit in my wife's fucking another man-an attractive man whom she obviously enjoyed fucking. And then I'd embarrassed myself before humbling myself by sucking both his and my cum from my wife's sloppy cunt. Then, I'd made myself a cocksucker for that man and given him a blow job that would, I'm sure, be remembered by both of us for the rest of our lives. On the other hand, I'd had three powerful orgasms and I'd given my wife the fucking of her life in front of the same guy I'd embarrassed myself before last night. And, perhaps surprisingly, it seemed that throughout all of it, I hadn't lost Lynn's love or respect. As I looked at Lynn's beautiful face, reconfirming my feeling that she both loved and respected me as much as she had before, I realized that my mental separation of these events into the "on the one hand" and "on the other hand" lists was a false division. In fact, with the reassurance of Lynn's feelings for me, I decided that, as they say, "It was all good!" With that, I smiled unselfconsciously. Seeing my smile, Lynn beamed, threw her arms around me and said, "Let's go back to bed and fuck all day!" And we did. My First Threesome Ch. 02 Gaz smiled, got his cell phone out and dialed Paul; he answered and after a short discussion it was all arranged. We could come as soon as we liked as he was just watching TV. After Gaz took his address we headed for a money machine to get $150.00. A nerve racking half hour later we parked outside an apartment in a nice area of town. There was still a part of me saying that we shouldn't do this but my body just followed Gaz up the path to the front door. The door opened seconds after Gaz knocked and Paul invited us into a dimly lit modern apartment. My first impressions of Paul were good. He was good looking in a rugged way, tallish and dark haired and dressed in a short sleeved shirt and jeans. He was wide at the shoulders and narrow at the waist with well muscled arms. I noticed his hair was damp from having a shower before we arrived. "Come into the lounge and sit down." Paul suggested after we introduced ourselves. Gaz and I sat on a couch while Paul sat opposite us. "I apologize for not taking you seriously when you first rang but I'd never had a request like this before." Paul said. "We've never done this before either." Gaz said. We all laughed. For the next fifteen or twenty minutes we sat and talked about what we were looking for. We told Paul that I had never had sex with another man and that I was inquisitive about what it would be like. Also that Gaz had been fantasizing about watching me do it with someone else. Paul told us that he was a qualified masseur and had started off just doing massages for ladies part time for experience sake. It was only when some of his clients inquired about extra services that he moved into becoming an escort. A high percentage of his clients were married but their husbands didn't know. Most of his clients were regulars but his client base was slowly increasing. I could see why. He then showed us around the apartment; of main interest was a king size bed with colour contrasted towels folded at one end. A couple of certificates in massage hung from the walls. A chair stood in one corner which Gaz could watch from. An ensuite was off to the left. All in all it was tastefully done. We returned to the lounge, Paul told us that if we wanted to go ahead that we could stop at any time if we changed our minds. We could even stop at just a massage. He also asked if we had any questions or requests. I suggested that if we had intercourse I wouldn't like him to come inside me even though he would be wearing a condom. I had no other form of birth control than Gaz's vasectomy and I was concerned about any leakage from the condom. I promised that I wouldn't leave him frustrated. He laughed. Gaz asked Paul if he minded if he could join in for a threesome. Paul shrugged and told us he would just take it as it comes. Not long after we had run out things to ask. Gaz looked over at me, "Well, shall we do it?" It was the moment of truth, my heart was pounding and my panties were soaking wet. I looked up at Gaz, he smiled and leaned over and kissed me. I knew then that I would do it. I broke the kiss and nodded. Paul seemed pleased too. Gaz got up and gave Paul the $150.00 from his wallet. Paul then suggested a shower and then he would come into the bedroom when I was ready. Gaz and I went into the ensuite and closed the door and ran the shower waiting for hot water. I was shaking as he slowly undressed me kissing me all over. First my top and then my jeans hit the floor, Gaz kissed me deeply as he reached around to undo my bra, he then ran his tongue down my chest and navel as he slipped my panties down for me to step out of. He slipped his fingers between my thighs and he smiled at my wetness. I stepped into the shower for a quick wash, seconds later Gaz joined me and soaped me up and then rinsed me. A minute later I was out of the shower and Gaz quickly dried me down. The lights were low when I walked back into the bedroom with a towel around me, Paul still fully dressed had spread white towels over the bed. "Lay face down." he suggested. I stepped to the bed and opened the towel around me before lying down; the towel now covered the top of my thighs. "I hope you don't mind if I take my jeans and shirt off, this massage oil stains a bit." Paul suggested I didn't mind one bit, I turned and watched as he removed them leaving him in a tight pair of black briefs. He was tanned with good but not over the top muscle definition. I felt the bed sink as Paul moved up beside me, a few seconds later I felt oil dropping onto my back. I nearly jumped off the bed when his hands first touched me but he told me to relax and enjoy it. I could tell right from the start that the massage would be great. His hands expertly massaged my neck, shoulders, arms, hands, and then moved slowly downwards. It was wonderful, not too hard and not too soft. The towel covering my buttocks was discreetly removed and Paul continued with the massage. As his hands moved down towards my upper thighs I parted them slightly in expectation, he worked firmly on the outside and back of my thighs slowly moving between them. I could feel my pussy was soaking wet and I was waiting in expectation of his magic hands getting there. His fingers brushed over it briefly but to my disappointment he moved further down the bed and began working on my ankles. He expertly massaged my ankle and calf before moving to the other leg; from there he worked his way up to my upper thighs again brushing my pussy. By this time I was getting a little frustrated. "Time to turn over." Paul said. As I rolled over Paul placed the towel over my thighs and pussy and gave me a big smile. "How is it?" "Nice." I replied. What I really wanted to say was hurry up and fuck me, but I didn't. Paul moved up to my head and knelt behind me. He then started to massage my forehead and face - now this was just heaven. He took his time before moving down to my neck and then onto my chest. At first he avoided my breasts by going around and between them, he was leaning over me and his briefs were within eyesight. It looked like he was semi erect and the briefs were having a problem restraining it. His hands then moved over my breasts with the flat of his palms sliding across my nipples. It felt real good. Just when I thought things were getting real interesting he moved down beside me and worked on my stomach and thighs. I removed the towel covering that area and watched as Paul got a good look at my neatly trimmed but hairy pussy, I parted my legs slightly so he could get a better look. He worked his way around my stomach and thighs this time avoiding my pussy. "Want me to do the full massage?" Paul asked. "Yes please." was my impatient answer. He then worked his way back up to my breasts and massaged each one in turn, he then ran his hands down my stomach and then between my open thighs. He teased me for a few more seconds before his hand finally reached my pussy, he rubbed his fingers through my pubic hair and then to my clit. I felt myself jump at the first touch and then I started to move against his hand as he gently rubbed it. By this time I was horny as hell and welcomed his finger as it slipped inside me and moved back and forth. I glanced over at his cock which was now straining against the material. "You'd better take those off before you do yourself an injury." I suggested. Paul grinned as moved off the bed and slipped his briefs down, his hard cock stood out at a right angle as he climbed back beside me on the bed. It looked a good size, maybe a little bigger than Gaz but with a bigger head and an upward bend. I spread my legs as Paul slipped his finger back inside me, his other hand began stroking my clit and it felt good. Sensing that I liked what he was doing Paul moved down and knelt between my legs, he slipped his finger back inside me and with his thumb he began massaging my clit. This was good stuff and within a minute or two I could feel an orgasm on the way. I began to lose control and I pushed backwards towards him while moving up and down. My back arched as an intense orgasm rocked me. Paul kept working on me as I shook and shuddered through it, he then slowed down as my body relaxed. My clit had become too sensitive and I gently pushed his hands away until I had finished. When I finally opened my eyes Paul was sitting back smiling at me, behind him I could see Gaz sitting on a chair with an equally big grin. "That was a good one." I told them in a shaky voice. "Looked good from here too." Paul replied. "Want to keep going?" I nodded without hesitation. Paul moved up the bed and reached over to a bowl on the bedside cabinet. He removed a condom and handed it to me. I took it from him and sat up, his cock was now only inches from my face and I simply leaned over and placed my mouth over it. The girth of the head stretched my mouth as I ripped the packet open and removed the condom, I leaned back and his cock dropped noisily from my mouth. The pinky coloured condom rolled on easily and I gave his cock a couple of strokes before I lay down again. I watched as Paul moved down the bed and I parted my thighs ready for him. He slid his finger back in I suspect to make sure that I was still wet, fat chance of not being wet I thought to myself. He then leaned over me; supporting himself with one arm he began to rub his cock up and down my slit. Now getting beyond frustration I reached down and guided his cock to the required spot and for the first time in my life I felt another cock besides my husband's at my opening. I held it there and looked over at Gaz who was now sitting on the bed. He knew I was asking for his approval, not that I could stop now. He nodded and I removed my hand from his cock at the same time placing a leg around his thighs I just pulled his cock in. I was so wet his cock went straight in to the hilt which was a surprise and a bit much at once. I gasped and pushed him back out a bit with my hand, he then moved slowly back and forth until he was in again. It felt a bit different from Gaz, as Paul was bigger. I settled back as Paul started to build a slow rhythm while alternating kissing me and sucking on my nipples. I started to think how it was different than doing it with Gaz. Paul was narrower at the waist and my legs seemed to be at a different angle. He was a good kisser and I liked the way that he tweaked my nipples with his tongue while holding them gently with his teeth. His cock felt different too, the condom took a little of the sensation away. The upward bend of his cock felt good just on the inside of my pussy. I asked him not to push it in too far and by locking my legs around his calves I could control the depth of his penetration. It wasn't good enough for an orgasm but it was still good. After a while Gaz suggested that I sit on Paul, he slid out of me and rolled over onto his back. I knelt over Paul and saw that the condom has rolled halfway up his cock, I rolled it carefully down to the base and then lowed myself back onto his cock. I ran my hands over Paul's muscled chest and then lowered my mouth and tweaked like he had done to me. His nipples hardened instantly and I could tell from his breathing that I had found an erogenous zone. I ran my tongue up his chest and kissed him while my hands worked on his nipples. Gaz suggested that I turn around so he could get a better view, I managed to swivel around on Paul's cock without taking it out. I was now facing Gaz as I moved up and down on Paul. After a short time I leaned back so that Gaz could get a better view of the action below. Gaz watched for a short time before moving up to me and kissing me on the lips. "How is it?" he asked when he broke the kiss. "It's nice." I replied. Gaz kissed me again before he ran his tongue over my breasts and then continued down until his tongue was on my clit. I slowed down to let him have a good look lick and a close look at my pussy being impaled. Gaz then stood up on the bed and presented his cock to my face. Using my hand I guided it into my mouth and began sucking on it. Trying to slide up and down on Paul's cock while sucking on Gaz was too complicated, Paul came to the rescue. "Why don't you suck on Gaz while I do it from behind." he suggested. Gaz lay down on the bed and I knelt in between his legs and began sucking his cock. I felt Paul move in behind me and I reached under and guided his cock back into me. It was still too complicated; I just couldn't concentrate on sucking while being fucked at the same time. In the end I rested my head on Gaz's thigh while enjoying Paul from behind. Again I could feel the upward bend of his cock placing pressure on a different place than when Gaz does it that way. After a while Paul pulled me over sideways so that we were lying on our sides, I opened my legs so that Gaz got a good view. He sat back on the bed and watched us while he stroked his cock. We fucked for a while and tried a few more positions. Paul then rolled me onto my back and using his fingers like he did before he brought me to another orgasm, not as good as the first but still good. I lay back and looked at the two erections in front of me. I wonder what Jules would think if she could see me now, I thought to myself. When I recovered I knelt beside Paul, rolled the condom off and took him into my mouth. I stroked his cock up and down with my hand while sucking and licking the head. I worked slowly at first and then sped up. I stepped up the speed further when I sensed he was getting close and leaned further over him so that his cock was pointing at my breasts. I looked down as he showered my breasts with a copious amount of cum as I continued to stroke him until he was finished. "Fuck that was good." Paul whispered. "Glad you liked it." I replied cleaning my chest with the edge of a towel. "Don't forget me." Gaz said. I smiled back at him and patted the bed beside Paul. When he lay down I sat on his cock for a comparison and rocked up and down while Paul watched. It was different without the condom; also the difference in size and shape could be felt. Gaz pulled me down and kissed me while I moved up and down on his cock, Paul was still beside us on the bed watching us. The exhibitionist was starting to come out in me and I eased myself off of Gaz's cock and knelt between his legs. I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck noisily on it knowing that Paul was inches away watching. I worked Gaz hard and it was only a matter of a minute or so when I felt tell-tale signs of his orgasm approaching. I lifted my mouth off and turned my face towards Paul while rubbing his cock over my lips as he came all over my face. Taking care not to get any in my eyes, I stroked him by hand until he had finished. I sat up and using a towel I cleaned my face while looking down at two very contented men. "Wow that was fun." I said to them. Both men just smiled at me. It was when I lay back on the bed that I began to get a case of the guilt's and wanted to leave. Gaz sensed my mood and we quickly showered and dressed. When we came back into the bedroom the towels had been replaced and the room had been prepared for the next customer. After saying goodbye to Paul we left and headed towards home. A few streets later Gaz pulled over and turned the engine off, he leaned over and kissed me gently. "That was the most exciting thing that I've ever seen." he said. "You don't hate me for doing it?" I asked. "No, I think I love you more." he replied. Half an hour later we were home and we went straight to bed. I cuddled up in Gaz's arms and we began to talk about what happened, what I remembered, what I liked, and what was different between doing it with him and Paul. This resulted in the start of a frantic fuck which then slowed down to the most passionate sex we have ever had. Over the next few weeks our sex life improved dramatically and we did it every day. My thoughts of that night became clearer as time went on. The guilt disappeared and I had to admit that I enjoyed it immensely though I think it was more the excitement of doing it with another man rather than Paul being a good lover - not that he wasn't. I have told Gaz that while I am quite happy to reminisce I don't want to have sex with another man again. Gaz has told me that he has no regrets and that night with Paul will be with him forever. He understands about me not wanting to do it again and has promised not to try and pressure me into doing it again. I am sure that our relationship is stronger than what it was before, it's like we have a secret from the rest of world; that is if you take Paul out of the equation. I just hope that I don't run into him somewhere as I would probably run and hide. Funny thing is that Jules and Warren are dating again and there is talk of them getting back together permanently though things will be very different as she is now a very sexually liberated woman. It will be interesting to see how it all pans out. My First Threesome Ch. 02 I will never the experience that I am sharing with you. The ride home that first time was both lonely and isolated yet exciting. I wanted to take my penis out and congratulate it for its latest conquest: A beautiful and hot body 40-something woman with her husband watching. I knew he was fucking her somewhere while I was driving home. My mind somehow wanted to escape those details. We continued to email each other and get to know each other. We both held doctorate level degrees. The had children and her tubes were tied, so pregnancy was not an issue. I was terrified of an std, but of course we made honest disclosures about that. They asked me if I had fantasy. I didn’t have to think about this one: My fantasy was always a threesome with two women. A fantasy with this other couple? I could only think of the Sharon Stone movie where she flashes someone under the table in the restaurant. Asking me what my fantasy was, was, of course, a prelude to see if I would further help them with their fantasy. To wit, they asked me if I would allow myself to be filmed fucking Patti, for their own perusal. To this I had to say “no”. Those things always come back to haunt you sometime in your life. What if a decade later they got a divorce and these tapes were introduced. Could you imagine? The second part of their fantasy was strange: She wanted a double penetration—or did he? She was so tiny, yet she—or he—want to have both our cocks in her at once, rubbing against each other. I thought this was unusual. Afterall, this hinged on “bi”. I’m not bi, and never felt another guys dick before and it really made me feel uncomfortable. But rather than miss out on another chance with Patti, I said, “we’ll see.” And we made more plans. We met half way at a hotel, a rather fancy one. This time everyone was punctual. We met in the lounge and the atmosphere was a bit more comfortable. The last time we said good bye it was dark, and I got a better look at them. Patti was hot. She was wearing a little sun dress and had blonde hair. Very thin and toned. He was somewhat muscular and shorter than me. It was very strange as I sat there, drinking this glass of wine. Did the waiter know what we were there for? My purpose was purely functional, almost biological: to squirt my sperm in her for her husband to enjoy. She knocked something off the table and I quickly picked it up for her. John said, “did you look?” “Excuse me?” Patti laughed and knocked the same item on the floor. I picked it up and looked up: There was my Sharon Stone fantasy. Her dressed was pushed aside and two pink thin lips were looking at me. I looked around, under the table on ym hands and knees. No one was there. I crawled over and gently kissed her legs and pressed my nose into her vagina. She was nice and moist, and I lifted up and kissed her pussy gently. We wasted no time getting a room. I was flustered when I got back n my chair and was raring to go. I had her aroma on the tip of my nose and was already covering the bulge in my pants. We took the elevator up, and we were all silent. I asked him if he was still comfortable with this, and he said absolutely. The room was large and there were two double beds in it. John turned on the tv, and he sat on one bed and I sat on the other, facing each other. Patti took out a little radio. “She’s going to give us a dance,” John said. And she gave us a little strip show between the two of us. Then she touched both my knees, got out on the floor, and took my cock out. I had a raging erection, as she licked me up and down and slid her mouth up and down over me. I arched over her and pulled her dress up and was kissing the back of her head while it was bobbing up and down on me. She lifted her head and a trail of precum stretched from the head of my cock to her lips. She went down on me again. I stood up and removed her clothes, then mine. John was laying on the bed, masturbating. I was not really paying attention to him. This beautiful little body was mine right now, and I wanted to enjoy ever second. After I went down on her I slid up and mounted her missionary style. This is my favorite position, I do confess! And we fucked some more. I cradled her in my arms, kissing her neck and breasts. I ran my hands over her smooth waist, and she raised her hips to meet my thrusts. This is when John moved; I almost hadn’t noticed him. He was standing at the foot of the bed, watching our coupling. Looking up between our legs, where we were joined. I imagined what he saw: My muscular ass and legs gently pumping between his wife’s legs, highlighted by my large brown, hairy balls pressed up against her, and my wide shoulders cradling her. I rose up on the balls of my feet to give him a better view, and pulled out slowly a few times for his sake. He asked if we could switch positions, her on top, and I of course obliged. After about 20 minutes, I had to pee and excused myself. It took awhile urinating with an erection, and when I returned, they were fucking! This actually annoyed me. She was on top of him, with his cock in her. I knew where this was going. She turned to me and said, “John wants to know if you’ll join him in my pussy.” I thought of this but had to decline. It was too bi or something, but I had no interest in our cocks touching each other. He was very respectful and got up and went to the other bed. I resumed and after five minutes was ready to explode. I whispered in her ear I was going to come, and held her tightly against my chest. He wanted to feel my warm semen in her, and I was not going to disappoint. I pulled most of my cock out until that tender spot two inches below the head was rubbing on her. When I felt it was inevitable, I pushed all the way in her, stopped moving and closed my eyes. Nature took its course, and my penis squirt forever. She was gently stroking my ass until I was done, and then I just collapsed. I kissed her and rolled off, completely satisfied. She got up and walked over to John’s bed and laid down. He mounted her and just when he slid inter her, I got up and jumped in the shower. Part of me wanted to watch; the other part thought they wanted their privacy. I didn’t know if he was going to eat her out or what, and truthfully? My job was done. When I got out of the shower, they were getting dressed. Believe it or not, this was the most erotic time of the night. Her wonderful little body was standing and she was putting her dress on. We were both naked, standing there. Both of our cocks hairy and satisfied, our balls relaxed in their sacs. We both just came in her. She was standing there with both our sperm in her, with cum from two different men deep in her belly. The room smelled of sex, but there were two odors: mine and hers, and his and hers. Just knowing she was going to be walking around the rest of the day with the come of two different men was such a turn on. Who would know? In hindsight, if I could live that experience over, I would have stayed and watched them fuck and climbed in for another round. It would have been exciting to feel his come in there too. I love feeling sloppy seconds with my own wife when it’s me going twice—what would it have felt like to feel another man’s come? That was the last I saw them. We stopped emailing. They moved on. But I found out that it was swingers do—to keep the wife from become attached to the other male, or visa versa. When I got married, I had to ask myself: Could I watch my own wife have sex with another man? Should I continue this saga? My First Threesome Ch. 02 In the previous part of the story Heather and I get on the path to having a threesome. This part gets to the actual threesome. These events are true to the best of my memory. Please leave feedback so I can improve myself as a writer and make sure you vote. Enjoy. * A few weeks had gone by since New Years and the topic of a threesome kept coming up between Heather, Chris and I. Finally we picked a Saturday night that we were all free and decided that we were going to actually go through with it. We talked online about some of the details of how things were going to happen and what we all wanted. Chris and I wanted to do a DP of Heather, but she was afraid that she wasn't going to be able to take both of us at once. I wanted us to cum inside of Heather but Chris is a bit nervous about that. Heather wanted me to eat her pussy while Chris fucked her doggy style. I think Chris was more nervous about that one but I said why not, let's try it. In the end we decided to just meet up Saturday night and see what happens and if we get to the things on our lists that would be great. Today is the day we are actually going to go through with having a threesome. I am a little bit late heading over to Heather's place. On the way I stop at the store to grab a 6-pack of beer. We all plan to have a drink or two to take the edge off. When I walk in the door Chris is already sitting on the bed playing with Heather's cat. Chris was already drinking a beer and Heather had finished half of her cranberry vodka. Heather introduces me to Chris and we shake hands. Can you say awkward? Grabbing one of my beers I take a seat on the couch and we all start to talk a little bit. Our conversation revolves around nothing in particular. We put the Blackhawks game on TV for a little bit of a distraction. There is so much nervous tension and awkwardness in the room right now. After I finish my beer I get up off the couch and sit on the edge of the bed where Heather is already laying on her stomach and Chris is leaning up against the wall. Again our interactions are quite awkward. The way a threesome start in pornos is nothing like the real world. You don't just strip down and start banging. Heather breaks the ice by turning around and starts to make out with Chris. With her ass now closest to me I start to run my hands all over it. After a few minutes of this Heather reaches out and grabs my shirt, pulling me further up the bed so that I am now lying next to her with Chris on the other side. She pulls away from Chris's lips and starts to kiss me. Chris takes this opportunity to move down her body and play with Heather some. Heather and I are making out pretty passionately when we are interrupted by Chris lifting Heather's shirt up over her tits. I break away from Heather's lips and pull the shirt over her head. Heather must have gone shopping his past week because the bra she has on now is a very sexy purple one that I have never seen before. I resume kissing Heather as I reach behind her back and unclasp her bra with one hand. Chris pulls away the bra and tosses it to the side, freeing Heather's perky breasts. Chris starts to play with Heather's right breast and I claim her left one as mine. While I am making out with Heather I start to fondle that soft orb. My fingers come across her nipple already rock hard. I move down her body to take her nipple into my mouth and I can see that Chris is doing the same thing. "Oh, God that feels good. I've always wanted both of my breasts to be sucked on." Heather was clearly enjoying having 2 guys worshiping her body. I start to nibble on her nipple gently, letting my teeth put just enough pressure on to elicit a moan of pleasure from Heather. Chris moves back up to making out with Heather. I let my hands roam down her stomach towards her jeans as I continue to kiss and suck on her breast. I locate the button and my fingers undo it and slide the zipper down. Chris hears the sound of the zipper and uses one of his hands to help me pull Heather's pants down, leaving her only wearing a purple thong, one that apparently matched her bra. Heather looks at Chris and me and says "I'm almost naked. You boys need to start taking clothes off or I'm putting some back on." I looked over at Chris and he looked over at me. We both took our shirts off and then stripped down to our boxers. This seemed to make Heather happy. We resumed our worshipping of her sexy body. Chris seemed really interesting in making out with Heather, so that was fine by me. I resumed playing with her tits with my hand now working its way underneath her panties. Heather is so turned on that her lips are already a little swollen up and her juices are pouring out of her pussy. The instant my finger touches her wet slit it slides in to the first knuckle. I cover her breast in kisses, working my way down the sides and bottom. I know that this is something that Heather loves so I make sure I do it often. Some of the kisses become more like bites but not hard enough to mark the skin at all. I start to slide my finger in and out of her pussy. Heather is so wet that there is no resistance to my finger at all. I pull it out and focus on her clit. I put gentle pressure on her button and slowly rub it. I look up over Heather's boobs and I see that she has put her hand down Chris' boxers to get to his hard cock. I can't see what it looks like yet but the way his boxers are tented he has to be hard as a rock. I reposition my torso so that I can still suck on Heather's tit and finger her pussy but have my cock within her reach. As soon as I moved closer to her I felt her hand reach into my boxers and start to stroke my cock as well. Chris moves back down to Heather's other boob and brings his hands down to her panty-clad pussy. I pull my finger back and put it up to Heather's mouth so that she gets a taste of her juicy pussy. I looked down and saw that Chris had pulled Heather's panties down to her knees. She was now completely naked and what a sight it was. Two guys were touching and sucking her most intimate parts. This has to be one of the most sexually amazing moments of my life. Heather kicks her panties the rest of the way off and then spreads her legs wide, allowing both of us easy access to her pussy. My fingers keyed in on Heather's clit and Chris started to press his fingers into the folds of her pussy lips. Heather started to moan from our attention to her pussy. The more we focus the more she starts to buck her hips up against our hands. Then we hear her say "Take your boxers off. I want to see the two of you completely naked." Again Chris and I look at each other and hesitate. I know we are both about to fool around with the same girl and seeing each other is inevitable, but it's still a little weird to be stripping in front of another guy. Without saying it each of us turned around before we slipped our boxers off. We both got back onto the bed and started to play with Heather's tits and pussy again. After a few more minutes of this Chris sat up and slapped Heather on the side of her ass and said "get on your hands and knees slut." Heather rolls over onto her knees right away. Chris moved down behind her pussy and said "I want to get in her pussy first." I nodded and said that it was fine by me as long as I was able to get in there later. I get myself in position in front of Heather leaning against the wall with a pillow behind my back. Heather is on her hands and knees in front of me and Chris is standing behind her with his cock pointed at her pussy. As soon as I get into position Heather takes my hard pole into her mouth and begins to suck on it. I look back at Chris and see him line his cock up at Heather's pussy. In one quick stroke Chris bottoms out in Heather's tight pussy. She gasps around my cock and I see the look on her face says she wasn't warmed up enough. This doesn't stop Chris though and he just keeps pounding away at Heather's pussy. For the first few minutes I can see a grimace on Heather's face as her pussy loosens up to take the rough invasion that she is getting. This doesn't stop her from taking care of my cock. Whenever Chris really bottoms out in her pussy Heather is forced deeper onto my cock pushing it into her throat. Chris really likes rough sex. He jackhammers into Heather's pussy as he slaps her ass. He throws in a comment like slut or whore sometimes as he swats her ass. A few times Chris pushes Heather down hard and holds it there. She is sandwiched between two cocks and one is pushed down her throat all the way. I can see her gag a little a few times and her eyes even start to tear a bit on one particularly long hold. After about ten minutes of this constant assault on my willpower I find my orgasm creeping up on me. Heather's expert tongue is again working on the head of my cock bringing me to the verge of release. I grab the back of her head and warn her that I'm going to cum. I don't want her pulling her head off of my cock so I hold my hand there. Heather speeds up her bobbing and sucking. From behind her Chris says "Is the slut ready to drink some cum already?" And with a loud groan I push my cock as far into Heather's mouth as I can and blow my load. The first pulse goes straight down Heather's throat. The next few flood her mouth and Heather gulps down a large amount of my semen. I continue to fill her mouth for a few more seconds before I settle onto the bed in a state of post orgasmic euphoria. I just watch as Chris pounds Heather from behind. I am really impressed with how long he can keep up that pace without either blowing his load or running out of energy. I notice that he isn't wearing a condom and I wonder if he plans on cumming in Heather's pussy. I know I want to, but I also want to go down on her at some point tonight and I don't want to be eating Chris' cum as I do it. After I break out of my trance I slide my body down and start to kiss Heather a bit. I can taste my cum on her lips. I wonder if Chris will want to kiss her too. I reach my hands under her body and start to play with her tits. Now that Heather doesn't have a mouth stuffed with cock she is free to moan and cry out as her pussy is ravaged by the fierce pounding of Chris. Chris asks Heather if she wants to change positions at all in between slaps of her ass. Heather says that she wants to ride his cock. We all get up and switch positions around. Chris lies down on the bed and Heather straddles his legs with her knees. She takes hold of his hard, glistening cock and aims it at her pussy. Slowly Heather sinks down onto that hard rod and lets out a long, low moan. I think most of it is because her pussy is no longer being pounded and simply getting filled. I am sitting at the end of the bed watching as Heather rides on top of that hard cock. It was such an arousing sight watching Heather's pussy being spread open by a hard cock that wasn't mine. Chris was grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them wide for me. The view I had was amazing, I was watching a fat cock spearing into Heather's soaking wet pussy, and her pink rosebud tightly clenched starting back at me. I sit there watching for a little while as Heather slowly rides Chris. But then Chris starts to want it faster again and begins to thrust upwards from the bottom position. Chris tells me to start playing with her ass. Who am I to argue? So I crawl up closer to the two of them and start to caress Heather's ass. I move in with my head and lick her tight hole with my tongue. I think I enjoy eating Heather's ass as much as she enjoys it getting eaten. The movement of the two of them makes it tough to keep my tongue centered on her ass. I back off and resume my exploration with my finger. I press my index finger against her asshole and I feel it starting to give way with ease. Heather is really turned on. I reach down to her pussy and gather some of the wetness that is seeping out around Chris' cock. In gathering that wetness I bushed up against his cock a little bit. I could see his whole body tense up a bit at that so I quickly pulled my hand back. My middle finger, now moist with Heather's pussy juice, is pressed against her tight asshole. With a slight bit of pressure my finger slips into Heather's ass up to the first knuckle. I reach over to the nightstand and grab the tube of KY that we had put out before we started. I applied a quick dab of the KY to my finger to ease the insertion into her ass. I hold my hand steady and allow the rhythm of Heather riding Chris to slowly push my finger into my ass. When my finger is all the way up her ass I start to talk dirty to Heather. As she is riding Chris faster and faster my finger is plunging into her ass at the same rate. "How do you like this Heather? You are getting fucked in both holes? Do you like that baby? Do you like both of your slutty holes getting filled?" I give her ass a good hard slap and leave my handprint on her soft white cheeks. I hear Heather moan that she wants to suck a dick. Chris tells me to get up there and put my dick in her mouth. I pull my fingers out of her ass and wipe the lube off on a towel. I get up and stand at the head of the bed. My legs are straddling Chris' head and Heather is now sitting up on his cock. From the side we would look like some sort of perverted triangle. I don't really like this position because I am way off balance on a moving bed. And Chris isn't doing me any favors by bucking up into Heather so hard. I wonder if he enjoys the view of the bottom of my cock and balls and my ass. I know that Chris wants Heather to get me hard again so that I can fuck her in the ass but it just won't happen, but it is too soon after my last orgasm for me to get hard again. After about 5 minutes of this awkward suck and fuck I get down from the bed. Chris has Heather change positions again. This time he has her lay on the bed on her stomach with her legs together. He climbs on top of her ass and places his cock at the entrance of her pussy. To me it looks like an awkward position but he likes it, so whatever. I sit next to Heather's head on the bed and she slowly strokes and licks my limp cock. Meanwhile Chris is rapidly pumping himself into her pussy. He says she feels so much tighter in this position. I can believe it the way her legs are closed tight. Chris really starts to hammer into her and announces that he is getting close to blowing his load. He keeps pounding into Heather's pussy and I can see that it is starting to get uncomfortable based on the look on her face. With a sigh of relief from Heather, Chris pulls his cock out of her soaking wet pussy and strokes his cock over her back. With a loud moan he blows his load of cum into a huge puddle at the small of her back. Chris climbs off and sits down to catch his breath as Heather and I sit and lay there taking in the moment. Chris is the first to move as he grabs the towel to wipe the cum off of Heather's back. Heather gets up and heads into the shower with Chris following closely behind. I sit back on the bed thinking about all that we had just done. After a little bit I hear Chris get out of the shower and I take his place with Heather. She takes her time and soaps me up as we make out and feel each our bodies. After the shower we all get dressed. Chris announces that he is going to be a party pooper and go home; apparently he's tired and wants to go to bed. I think things just weren't his cup of tea and wanted to get out of there before something happened that he wasn't really comfortable with. Heather and I drive Chris home and when we get back to her place we jump in bed so that I can get my chance with her pussy. We lay on our sides and I slip my cock into her in a new position. Her pussy is very tender so we take things slowly and eventually build up to mind blowing orgasms for both of us. My cock floods her battered pussy with a large load of cum. Laying side by side my cock falls out of her pussy with a very wet plop and immediately my cum is pouring out of her used and abused hole. We hold each other tight and drift to sleep thinking about how amazing this experience was and when we could do it all over again. The End My First Threesome Ch. 02 [This is in the category of "Gay Male" out or deference to those fragile souls on Literotica who are threatened by any tales that involve man-on-man sex and, to avoid challenging their fragile masculinity, want those stories in the "Gay Male" category. Those looking for true gay male sex stories may be disappointed. In fact, this is a love story between a man and a woman, though it, and the subsequent chapters I'm planning, involve heated, lustful sexual encounters between two men.] I ran back into my office as the phone rang. "Hello," I said in my normal business tone. "Hi," he said. What the fuck?!?! He was calling me at work!!! The call startled me. It's not as if I'd forgotten last weekend's events. How could I? They were probably the most intense, and troubling, sexual episodes of my life. I'd been thinking a lot about them these last few days. And Lynn and I had talked about them a little, too. My thoughts were typically tortured but the conversations with Lynn tended to ease my worries. I'd never had any sort of sexual contact with another man before the ménage a trois Lynn and I had with Ben last Saturday. And then, I not only sat there while he fucked my wife, I wound up licking his cum from Lynn's cunt and then—and I still couldn't wrap my head around this one—I sucked him off right in front of Lynn. Enough said, probably, about why my thoughts about these events were rather turbulent. The discussions Lynn and I had about these events were surprisingly consoling. What I was mostly worried about was how Lynn would look at me now. I'd read enough of the amateur on-line porn stories to know that the typical outcome from such events was that the wife completely lost respect for the husband and could never be satisfied with him again. She would openly humiliate him, cuckolding him with more "manly" men. I knew that most of these stories were made up by people with no real experience, but they had the ring of truth to them—at least to my ears. It wasn't so much Lynn's words that were reassuring. An "of course I still respect you, honey," said in the wrong tone would have been worse than her just admitting that our relationship could never be the same again—that I'd forever branded myself a wimp in her eyes. But in everything she said, and even more importantly, in everything she did, Lynn reassured me. She kissed me with as much passion as ever—more, I think. She wanted to have sex with me more than we had since we first started dating—always in the morning and again in the evening. And on Sunday, she'd pulled me back to the bedroom for some afternoon delight. (I couldn't think back on it without that damned "skyrockets in flight" song ringing in my ears.) When she spoke of the events of Saturday night, it was always as if it was an adventure that we shared—and it seemed only to bring us closer. Even the acts that I most feared were irrevocably humiliating for me were portrayed by here as hot and sexy—and not at all because she felt as if I had degraded myself. Really, if you wanted a model of how a woman in a threesome with her husband and another man should conduct herself afterwards, Lynn was providing it. So, over the last few days, I'd come to be much more comfortable with the events of last weekend. It was that growing ease that Ben's call upset. "This is Ben." Well, okay, I knew that. Did he think I wouldn't remember his voice? "Yeah." My voice was kind of halting and with a slight upward inflection that I hated when I heard it. "I was wondering whether we could talk." "What about?" There was a pause; he seemed a bit at a loss. Then he said, "I don't know. I've just been thinking a lot about what happened last weekend..." HE'D been thinking a lot about it! I'll be he had. Did he think I hadn't? "Yeah." It was a word, but it was really the equivalent of a noncommittal grunt. "Well, as I think back on it, it's kind of disturbing to me." Before I could even think the words to chime in, he continued, "and I suppose it might be to you, too." He paused. "So I thought it might be good for both of us to just get together for a beer or something and talk a bit." Now it should have been my turn to talk but I couldn't think of anything to say so, after another pause, Ben continued. "I'm a pretty regular guy. And I get the feeling you are, too. I just thought it might be good to, you know, just talk." "I guess so." "Could you meet me for a beer at McFadden's after work?" Well, as it happened, I could. Tonight was Lynn's yoga class and she wouldn't be home until about 9:00. I usually just pissed Thursday evenings away, waiting for Lynn to get home. I'd watch some TV show that I later wished I hadn't spent any of my life watching or surf the web for some interesting porn. Really, I was free. I could have made up an excuse, of course. But I was beginning to think that just talking with Ben guy-to-guy might be a good next step in my becoming comfortable with what I'd done last weekend. "Okay. I'll meet you there at 5:30." "Great. See you then." It was already 3:30 so I really just had time to finish up a few things before leaving the office. Ten minutes to get to my car and 15 minutes to drive to the bar and I was there a little before 5:30. The place was packed—I mean, shoulder-to-shoulder people. I don't know what was going on but it was going to be a struggle just to find a place to stand. I waited for Ben outside of the bar. He walked up right on time and seemed surprised by the crowd. "Oh, shit!" were his first words to me. "I forgot. This is their ten-year anniversary and they're doing free appetizers and "super happy hour" prices on drinks." He seemed no happier about the crowd than I was. "Why don't we grab a beer at my place? My house is just around the corner." That sure seemed better than being packed in with a bunch of people who were motivated mainly be cheap booze. So, we walked to Ben's house, which turned out to be a really nice, upscale brownstone. It was tastefully decorated, but clearly a bachelor pad. There was no sign of a woman's touch. When we got in the living room, Ben gestured for me to sit on the couch and he brought us both beers. It was good beer, a nice brown ale—a little hoppier than I usually like, but it tasted good now. Ben tried to start the conversation with trivia. He asked about my job, how long Lynn and I had known each other, how we met, when we got married. I answered directly but didn't expand much. Ben spared me the hackneyed, "that's one hot wife you got there," kind of comments. I asked him some questions about what he did, but this wasn't really interesting me much. I decided to change the subject. "So, Ben, what did you really want to talk about?" "Thanks." He seemed relieved. "It's just that...I mean...it's just that before last weekend, I'd never been touched by another man and I found it kind of disturbing." "YOU found it disturbing?!?" I said it loud, but in a tone that I thought was light-hearted. "You didn't seem to mind." "No," he sputtered. "I mean, THAT'S what I found so disturbing—later, I mean." "Oh." Another noncommittal grunt, I guess. "The whole thing was incredibly exciting. Lynn's beautiful. I'd seen her before she approached me about a threeway." (I kind of winced, I think. I didn't know a lot about how Lynn had approached Ben and I didn't want to think about it.) "I mean, I'd thought about how terrific it would be to sleep with her, but only in the way that guys think that about beautiful women they see. When she talked with me about our getting together, I couldn't believe my luck. I'd never done anything like that and here she was, a gorgeous woman, asking me whether I wanted to sleep with her." He took a long pull on his beer. "I didn't think much about her husband. I mean, I didn't want to be chased out with a shotgun. But when she assured me that this was a consensual thing, I thought that was weird but I figured: if this chick's husband is okay with it, it's okay with me." He drank his beer again and I didn't have anything to say so I just let his words hang there until he was ready to continue. "So, I hadn't thought much about you before we met. I guess I'd thought how strange it was that man would happily share his wife—especially a stunner like Lynn, though I guess I thought it would be weird no matter what the woman looked like. But I didn't think of you as a person." "Then, when I met you Saturday night—when I had drinks and dinner with you—I really liked you. I realized that you and I could be friends. That made the whole thing a little stranger for me. It broke any stereotypes I'd had about what this might be like. I found myself even more out of my comfort zone than I'd been, which did nothing but make it all the more exciting." "When you sat back with your drink and Lynn and I began, I don't think I've ever been more excited." He was looking at me closely now, but I thought I was keeping a poker face. "I guess you could tell that I was like a man possessed then. I was completely in the moment." "And then when you started fucking Lynn, I know you shot your load really fast. I think that was because you were incredibly aroused by what was happening, too. I think you'd been sitting over there, drinking your Bourbon, or whatever, getting hornier and hornier. When you started fucking Lynn, you were as horny as a seventeen-year-old. When it happened, I wondered whether you were just one of those guys who's quick on the draw. I thought that you might have had a problem and that was why you and Lynn were interested in getting another man into your bed. But the next morning, I saw how you fucked your wife. I knew that Saturday night was a special circumstance." "It was when you moved down to eat Lynn out that I had the most erotic voyeuristic experience of my life. I couldn't believe how it affected me. I mean, to see you doing that and to think that you were eating both your cum and my cum from your wife's cunt...it just blew my mind." "What's your point?" I asked, a bit irritated. I didn't like where this was going. "No, no...wait." Ben sensed my discomfort. "No. The point is, I was ready to fit you into the wimpy, cuckolded husband role. But then we took that shower together. Lynn didn't neglect me, of course. But I watched as she touched you and sucked you off." Another drink of his beer. If this story was going to go on much longer, we'd need refills. "Lynn was attracted to me, I think. I think she enjoyed sex with me." That was obvious, I thought. "But she loves you. She wanted everything from you that man could hope his wife would want from him. She doesn't just love you; she's yours, completely. It was so clear to me in that moment that you weren't the wimpy cuckold. You and Lynn were one with each other—just exploring together a new experience." I was pretty pleased with how this long soliloquy was ending up, even if some of the steps along the way were a little uncomfortable for me. Ben got up and refilled our beers. While he was gone, I thought about how his take on Lynn's and my situation exactly mirrored what I'd finally begun to trust was the truth. When Ben got back with our beers, he went on. "As I was falling asleep, I just kept thinking how lucky you were. I mean, really, to have a smart, beautiful woman like Lynn love you and go anywhere you wanted to go...what more could a man ask for?" I decided not to tell Ben that the threesome with a guy wasn't exactly where I had wanted to go. "In the morning, when I woke up to you sucking my cock, I was surprised. Shocked, really." He took another drink. "Like I said, I'd never had a guy touch me before. I don't know how I would have reacted if I'd really been awake. But I woke up gradually with my cock already in your mouth." I watched him for any signs of disdain or contempt, but if he felt those things, he was a good actor. "I mean, it felt so goddam wonderful. There was something about the fact that the husband of the woman I'd just fucked the night before was sucking my cock—giving me so much pleasure—that just drove me crazy...in a good way...a great way, really. And then Lynn started kissing me, passionately. I gotta tell you, Saturday night, I didn't think that anything could get me hotter. But your wife kissing me while you sucked my cock...well, it took me to a level that I never even imagined existed." I picked up on this finally and decided to turn the monolog into a dialog. "I was asleep when it started, too, you know. It was Lynn's idea. She pushed my head down and, by the time I began to wake up, my lips were almost against your cock." He seemed surprised, and I went on. "You said you didn't know what you would have done if you'd been completely awake when it started. I'm sure it never would have started if I'd been completely awake." Ben looked at me a long time. He seemed to be recalculating. All he said was, "Oh." But he said it in a sort of disappointed way. "What?" I suddenly realized that something was going on that I didn't understand. Ben got up to bring us two more beers. We weren't completely out yet so I think he was making an excuse to leave the conversation for a minute. When he got back, he said, "so, you're sorry it happened." He said it like a declaration but I could tell it was a question. "Well..." Maybe the beer was beginning to work on me (but I'd only started on my third) or maybe I was just feeling comfortable talking with Ben, because he really is a nice guy. Whatever the reason, I found myself being uncommonly candid. "I didn't say that, exactly." Now it was my turn to sip on my beer to his silence. "I already told you that I found the whole thing disturbing. I'd never touched a guy before—well, not counting some pre-teen sleepover play—play that was all innocent daring to touch another guy type stuff." Damn, this beer tasted better than ever. Or maybe I just liked the excuse to stop talking long enough to gather my thoughts. "So I didn't know what to make of it. But, when I set aside all of the reactions that I think I'm supposed to have and just try to think about what felt like, I guess it was okay." "Well," Ben interjected, "from what I saw, at the time you thought it was more than 'okay'." "What do you mean?" "I may have been thoroughly drained, but I wasn't unconscious," he said, taking another slug of beer. "When Lynn moved down to kiss you, I saw your cock. It was hard to the point of bursting." He looked at me closely. I didn't want to confirm what he said, but I couldn't deny it, either. "And then you fucked Lynn like a demon." I still had nothing to say and he continued, "don't tell me you weren't turned on." "So...I was turned on. That's part of what was so disturbing to me." "Well, it's part of what's made it so hard for me to stop thinking about it. It's part of what's made the whole weekend so exciting to me as I replay the events. To tell you the truth, I keep coming back to that incident—your sucking my cock and getting so aroused by doing it." "Yeah," another grunt disguised as a word. "Yeah. I can't stop thinking about it." I suddenly realized that Ben had been running his hand up and down his thigh for a while now. I saw that his khakis were tented up in the crotch. And now his hand slid over his bulging cock. I stared, transfixed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was studying me closely. I couldn't tear my gaze away from his crotch, but I knew he was watching me, gauging me response. He slowly unzipped his fly and pulled out his now almost completely rigid cock. He was still focused on my eyes and my eyes were still focused on his, now exposed, cock. As I regarded it, sticking up proudly, hard and eager for a touch, I felt my pulse pounding—in my chest, in my groin, all through my body. I felt my throat tighten and my face burn. Ben slowly stroked his cock with gentle strokes that were designed not so much to excite him as me. It was working, and it was obvious to Ben that it was working. I was completely focused on his beautiful shaft and I wanted to touch it again, to feel it, to take it in my mouth. My mouth felt empty—like there was an unnatural void there. He reached over far enough to touch my shoulder. It was really just a gentle gesture—a permission to do what we both knew I wanted more than anything at that particular moment. I leaned toward Ben and wrapped my hand around his shaft as I brought my lips close. I didn't take him in my mouth right away. I wasn't hesitating out of uncertainty or ambivalence. And the delay was at least as hard on me as on Ben. But I wanted to savor the moment. I wanted to feel the wonderful hardness and heat in my hand. I wanted to see the gentle pulsing of his eager cock. I wasn't disappointed. In the light of day, I could appreciate the details of his cock much more than I was able to last weekend. I'd never examined a cock so closely. Not even my own. It's a remarkable instrument. Ben's was lightly veined; the veins were evident, but not pronounced. The helmet, on the other hand, was quite pronounced. The ridge was very distinct and the skin was much more purple than the rest of his cock. As my hand moved up and down Ben's cock, I watched how his ball sack moved, up and down, dragged by the motion of my hand. His balls were clearly evident in his scrotum and I liked the way they moved gently to my stroking of his cock. Finally, I had delayed as long as I could. It's not as if the pause was easy for me, either. I brought my lips to the hot head of Ben's cock and took it just far enough into my mouth to feel the ridge of his helmet inside my lips. Squeezing my lips a bit, I pulled on and off feeling the edge of his helmet caress my lips as it moved in and out of my mouth. I moved off the couch, kneeling between Ben's legs to get better access. Holding his shaft with one hand, I was fumbling with the other to unbuckle his belt and get his pants off. He pushed my hand out of the way and undid his pants. As he raised his hips to slip his pants and underpants off, his cock pressed deeply into my mouth, bottoming out at my throat. I had to pull off of him quickly for his underpants to slip off. As he pushed them down, his cock sprung back like a diving board, and I took his dick, now wet with my saliva, back in my mouth. There was some awkwardness as Ben worked to get his pants completely off but I managed to keep him in my mouth throughout those contortions. When I could settle back into a rhythm, I worked my lips over his rigid rod and cupped his balls in one hand. Then I pushed my tongue out between my bottom lip and the underside of his cock, stimulating the most sensitive part of his cock. Ben was writhing and moaning in ecstasy. He was clearly coming along quickly and I wasn't sure I wanted it to end so soon, so I pulled off, gasping for breath and taking in the sight of his swollen member, slick with my saliva, throbbing with desire inches before my eyes. It was clear that this hiatus was frustrating for both of us but I could tell that he, too, didn't want things to come to a climax too soon. Stroking him gently with one hand, just to keep the pressure on, I looked up at his face. If I'd seen condescension or disgust in his eyes, that would have broken the spell and ended this entire scene—certainly to Ben's dismay but, surprisingly, to mine as well. But I saw there only an intense, burning lust. When he opened his eyes and saw me looking at him, I saw a slight smile, too. But it wasn't a smirk of superiority. It was the smile of friends sharing a special experience. I used my thumb to stroke the tender underside of his cock while I reached under his nut sack to caress his perineum. I was touching him in two of the places that were the most sensitive parts of his body, at least if he was anything like me. Ben twitched with pleasure and I was suddenly filled with a startling sense of power. Who knew? All my life, when a woman had been sucking on my cock, I thought I was the one with the power. She was on her knees, a stereotypically subservient position. My First Threesome Ch. 02 And isn't that what the feminists said about blow jobs—at least the ones who used their feminism as a cover for their prudery? Didn't they talk as if guys wanted blowjobs because it but them in a dominant position and the women in a submissive one? That's bullshit, of course. Any guy could tell you that guys want blowjobs because they feel wonderful; it's just a sensation thing; it has nothing to do with the politics of dominance and subordination. But what I had never realized was the incredible sense of power the "blower" has. You're the one in complete control of the guy's pleasure. And you can turn it up to an unbelievable degree. That's power! I decided to use that power actively again. I took Ben's stiff shaft back in my mouth. I think we both moaned as I did. As I worked in earnest on Ben's cock, I felt my own cock, rigid in my boxers. It was pointing straight up and the underside was rubbing against my underpants as moved my head up and down Ben's pole. I kept one hand on the base of Ben's cock, but stole the other away from his balls in order to rub my own cock through my pants. We were both climbing the peak toward orgasms. My arousal had at least as much to do with Ben's as it did with the pressure of my hand against my pants. The level of my excitement was linked to Ben's. The sound of him breathing harder and the feel his hips writhing drove me up toward my own climax. Ben exploded first, but the sensation of semen flooding my mouth pushed me over the edge quickly. Maybe I should have been ashamed, or at least embarrassed, about shooting my load in my pants. But the fact was that this was an incredibly intense orgasm. The moment was right for it and it would have been foolish to let it pass out of some silly sense of propriety. I rolled away and collapsed against the couch, the taste of cum in my mouth and its scent filling my nostrils. I think Ben was slumped back in the couch, reveling in his own post-orgasmic glow. We both lay there, lost in our own thoughts and feelings for some time. I began to come to my senses before Ben. I became conscious of the wetness in my underpants, as the load of cum I'd shot there cooled. And then, for the first time, I felt embarrassed. I didn't know whether Ben knew that I'd cum in my pants. Maybe, maybe not. But if not, I didn't want him to. And even if he did, I didn't want to display the stain that was on my pants. I got up, mumbling some excuses about having to go home. Ben stopped me to tell me how terrific this evening was. I looked back at him, his legs still spread and his cock now wilted from my ministrations. I could still taste, and feel, his cum in my mouth. I nodded and said, "Yeah." And it was the truth, though a serious understatement. I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. The exit was abrupt, but the awkwardness of a hasty exit seemed better than letting Ben see the growing wet spot at the top of my pants. Fortunately, my jacket covered the spot as I walked back past the still overflowing bar to my car. I'd be home in 20 minutes, still a good hour before Lynn got home from her yoga class. I'd have time to throw my slacks in the wash with some other clothes and no one would have to know about this event, which I'd come to think of as highly embarrassing. No one had to know but, as it turned out, I told Lynn all about it. She got home about her usual time for these evenings: about nine. I had the load of laundry (from which I'd washed my load of cum) in the drier by then and, as was my practice, I had dinner in the oven when she came home. It's not like I'm a great cook but nowadays there are so many surprisingly good things you can just pop in the oven that anyone can do a decent job. Thursday nights cooking always fell to me because of Lynn's yoga. When she came in, she kissed me on the way to her shower. I had dinner on the table when she came out in her robe. Her hair was wet and, as always when it was wet, it curled wildly. Lynn looked incredibly sexy like this. All through dinner, I thought about getting her into bed early enough to have a good long fuck session. I put that plan into action after dinner, suggesting to Lynn that we leave the dishes until tomorrow. She didn't need any encouragement. Lynn had a pretty high sex drive—intensified since last weekend—and yoga classes always seemed to increase her receptiveness. We got back to the bedroom with our intentions quite obvious, even if not explicitly stated. But things got derailed. Lynn, who didn't have much undressing to do, flopped back on the bed in her robe while I got my clothes off. Idly and innocently, Lynn asked what I'd done this evening. I said, "Not much," but something in my tone or a momentary hesitation made Lynn pursue the issue. Lynn and I have a very honest relationship. And over the past few days, I'd become even more trusting of the relationship. With little prodding, I told Lynn about my evening. At first I spoke very generally, saying only that Ben had called and I met up with him for a drink. Lynn asked questions, naturally—it would have been strange if she weren't curious about what had prompted the call and what we'd talked about. While I was irritated that this conversation had deflected us from the trajectory we had been on only moments ago, I wasn't about to simply cut it off. I don't think clamming up would have allowed us to get back on that path anyway. So, I told Lynn that "one thing had led to another and I'd wound up giving Ben a blow job." I said it as casually as I could and I monitored Lynn's reaction closely. She seemed intrigued by it—not at all threatened, worried, or disgusted. She wanted to know how it happened. "One thing led to another" wasn't sufficient. And she wanted to know how I'd felt about it. I filled her in and I tried to be reasonably honest about my reactions. I didn't want to make it sound like I was too into this but I didn't pretend that I disliked it. She seemed not at all put off by the fact that I had enjoyed sucking Ben off. Then the pivotal moment: Lynn asked if Ben "returned the favor." I told her, "No," but didn't say more at first. She thought that was weird and was puzzling about when, without even thinking through what I was doing, I told her that I'd shot my load in my pants when Ben blasted off in my mouth. "Oh, wow!" She said—and it seemed as if it was an expression of genuine surprise and, I think, excitement. "Wow! So you really ..." and she couldn't stop herself once she'd thought of it, "you really got off on sucking his cock, didn't you?" We both broke out laughing. Not because it was particularly clever. We both knew that, as humor, this was low-hanging fruit. But it broke the tension and we—especially I—found great relief in that. "So, you got off, but this guy," she said, reaching down to grab my cock, "didn't get much attention, did he?" Lynn stroked my cock and went from semi-hard to rigid in seconds. "That's too bad. This guy needs attention." She started to move down toward my cock. "Really, though, I like being the one to give it attention." At that, Lynn's lovely lips were around my cock and I was in heaven. There's no such thing as a bad blow job, at least there's never been such a thing in my experience. But this was special: first, because Lynn was right that, while I'd gotten my rocks off—and it was a very intense orgasm—I hadn't felt the caress of another's touch on my cock; and, second, because Lynn's action gave me complete confidence that the incident with Ben hadn't changed our relationship at all. It was a demonstration of love and acceptance. My plan had been to fuck Lynn crazy tonight. But that plan would have to be deferred until tomorrow. There was no way I was going to push Lynn off my cock and she had no intention of stopping before she'd finished me off. She wasn't trying to rush things. She liked drawing out my excitement. She planted herself between my legs and fondled my balls while she sucked my cock. Then she moved down and took each nut in her mouth and sucked on it very gently, because she knew I couldn't stand anything more. And, she lifted my sack and tongued me on the sensitive skin of my perineum. That always drove me crazy, and Lynn knew it. When she had me in a complete lather and had teased me long enough, she looked up at me and said, "Now I want you to give me all that sweet cum. I want you to blast my mouth full of it." She wasn't going to get any argument from me, of course. When she wrapped her lips around my shaft again and began bobbing up and down my pole while she jacked it hard from the base, it didn't take more than a few minutes before I was giving her exactly what she'd asked for, and maybe more than she'd expected. It hadn't been that long since I'd cum at Ben's, but I seemed to shoot an unusually large load in Lynn's mouth. After the storm had passed, Lynn crawled up next to me and kissed me deeply. For the second time today, I sensed the taste of cum, though this time it was only the trace that was left in Lynn's mouth. After a few minutes of very sweet and passionate kissing, we fell asleep spooning. For me, it was the sleep of the innocent, completely untroubled by the events of the last day, and the last week. My First Threesome Ch. 02 I think I fell asleep for a few minutes in sweet content sandwiched between Dom and Best Friend out of sheer exhaustion. They had taken me further sexually than anyone else had before. From a romp in the backseats of cars to having sex any and everywhere I could find places to do the deed. I found most of my sexual experiences to be uneventful and a debacle I kept repeating over and over again. When the irresistible forces of nature brought my first true love into my life, it was a colossal mistake I made. Although, I learned so much from him, one being; that falling that deep in love with someone is detrimental not only to my heart but to my mind as well. The second thing he taught me was; there is a very thin line between love and hate. Thirdly, he taught me; hate is not the opposite of love. Apathy is. And last but not least, never hand my heart over to someone else again. Having another broken heart is not worth the risk. Eventually, I learned to enjoy sex and all the wonderful pleasures and pains it can bring. That is also, thanks to Irresistible Forces of Nature, sex can be wild and passionate when two people love each other as much as we did each other. Sadly and expectedly, things didn't work out with him either. Another disaster I learned to survive. I can look back and see how far I had come. After that and another failed relationship with another married man, I just kept my perverted sexual desires buried deep inside. Until I met my Dom and he opened me up to things I never thought I would never get to experience. For example, allowing me to have my first threesome. Another thing he opened me up to was being fucked in the ass. I never thought I would like, much less love how he fucks me in the ass. That had always held a nasty and disgusting factor for me. Until Dom showed me the pleasure he could create for me. Many times over he did just that. I had always thought cumming out of the ass was a myth. Dom proved me wrong over and over again. It was a damn fact cum does squirt out the "backdoor" just as well as it could shoot out of the "front door". When we began the Dom/Sub "thing", I made it clear he would be the only man who would have access to my asshole. I would never allow another man to tap my tightest orifice, even after he finally decided to release me from under his control. I still remember the first time, I turned my ass up to him and he finger fucked my rear end. It happened on the first night I had driven five hours to meet him for the first time. It was dark in the house and he didn't turn on any lights. He grabbed me by my hands and pinned me up against the wall with one of his hands. He kissed me hard on my mouth. I opened up my mouth to his invading tongue and matched his forceful kisses with my own tongue. His other hand slid down my body and went right under my shirt to my tits. He squeezed and tugged on my hardened nipples once he pushed my bra out of the way. I was moaning and groaning while trying to free myself from his strong hands, so I could turn the tables on him, so to speak. He tried holding me back, but it wasn't long before he relented and let go of my hands. I was able to pin him against the wall. I rubbed up against his hard cock like a cat who rubs up against his owner's legs when they want something. He was so hard when I took him in my hand and massaged him through his shorts. I was so hot and wet before he slid my shorts off my legs and began to finger fuck my pussy. It took me no time at all for me to saturate two of his fingers with the sweet juices from my snatch. I inhaled deeply and could smell the mixture of hot sex and cum from my orgasm. This only made me wetter and hotter. It is such an erotic scent that usually makes me even hornier. I was so hot I felt like I was burning from the inside out. I lost all control and gave it over to Dom. I turned around and got into the downward facing dog yoga position and gave him access to my asshole. He was gentle as his fingers entered the tightest hole in my entire body. Any preconceived notions of being disgusted by a finger or cock being in my tight asshole flew out the window. I couldn't stop my body from enjoying it. My body reacted in a way I had not expected it to. While he was manipulating his way into my stretched hole, I ground my ass against his hand. I wanted more. That's what he gave me until my hot cum was squirting out of me onto his finger. It was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I wasn't able to stay on my feet and I slid down to the floor in complete and utter satisfaction. After taking a moment to recover from cumming so hard, I took his hardened dick in my mouth and began sucking and licking him from his balls up to the head of his manhood. When I heard his sharp intake of air I knew I was pleasing him. I loved having that much power in my hands. The chemistry between us was so damn hot, it's a wonder we didn't set the house on fire. Being the good Dom he is; he had prepared me slowly for my first ass fucking. Slowly, he would ease one finger into my tight orifice and play with it until I came all over his big finger. I had never felt as scared and apprehensive as he stuck two fingers in my asshole. I was at his mercy for the orgasms that ripped through my body every time he ventured further into my ass. Eventually he worked me up to toys in my ass. A butt plug came first and I swore it looked like a baby pacifier. I remember Dom laughed at me and called me cute when he first began experimenting with all of the different things that can fit into my virgin hole. I had so many questions for him. Would anyone be able to tell I had one in my ass? "No," he replied laughing at my question. I was filled with fear and embarrassment when I asked him my next question. "Will there be shit on the toys and your cock once you finally tap it?" I was so glad I had asked him the question while talking on the phone and not in person. My face turned red and very hot from the sheer awkwardness of not knowing anything about being fucked up the ass. There was a tiny part of me that thought I was stupid for asking him such questions. I hoped and prayed Dom didn't think I was dim-witted for asking questions. I am a curious person by nature. I believe my natural inquisitiveness is what led me down this path with Dom. I love adventure and having fun. Life is not meant to live without fun or happiness in it. "Yes. It does wash off." I could hear the laughter in his voice when he answered me. Fortunately, Dom remained patient and steadfast with me as we tried the toys. I was afraid each time we tried a new toy in my ass, but he kept me from panicking. I gave him the best gift I could give anyone, my trust. I trusted him with my body and my life. In order to be a sub, one has to give unlimited trust to your Dom. I have heard some Dom's can be really brutal and at times mine can be. For the most part, he understands and if there is something I am not comfortable with, he will not force me into doing something I don't care to do. Honestly, I always felt a little fear whenever I was assigned a new task or when Dom tried something new with me. Everything Dom did to me, I did enjoy. But I just didn't know about leaving something in my asshole and walking around with it in there for hours on end had me shaking like a leaf. In all honesty, I wondered how in the hell was I going to walk around with something stuck up my ass and not shit all over myself. Not only would I embarrass myself, I feared I would embarrass Dom. I would be mortified if I did such a thing. I thank my lucky stars I have always been able to get wet naturally and more often than not, we use my own pussy juices to slide the toys and his ever so delicious cock into my tight orifice. All it takes is for Dom to look at me in a certain way and I can feel myself cream between my legs and begin to drip down my legs. Since he doesn't like or allows me to wear panties when we are together, it's extremely difficult to hold back the juices that flow out of my pussy so naturally for him. He never has to work hard for me to get wet or for me to cum. Before he slid the butt plug in my asshole, he made sure I was wetter than usual by eating out my pussy and finger fucking my pussy and ass. Once he was satisfied with my own slick and sweet goodness, he massaged my asshole and stretched it so the butt plug would slide in real nice and easy. "This may hurt a little," He explained to me when he slid the tip of the plug into my waiting and throbbing hole. At first, I felt no pain. The more he slid the gadget into me, the wider it got. I felt a hot searing pain in my rectal muscles as inch by agonizing inch was thrust inside me. I remember screaming out in pain. Because the pain was almost too much too bear, my stomach cramped so bad I just knew I was going to shit on myself. I didn't though. Dom was patient with me as he made me stand up and walk. I grabbed my stomach and clenched my rectal muscles as tight as I could. I walked around my bedroom to get used to it being in there. Then I had to make a trip down fourteen steps that led from my bedroom to my living room downstairs. I cramped up and had to stop every few steps to catch my breath and to remember to use my ass muscles to hold onto the plug tightly. As I walked around and got used to it being there, I was fine. The pain began to subside and my Dom took me by the hand, threw me down on the couch into a sitting position, and began to eat and finger fuck my pussy until I came all over his face. Satisfied once again that I was wet enough, he began to slide the butt plug in and out of my virgin hole. I am still unsure if I moaned out in ecstasy or pain, but the orgasm he gave me ripped my body to shreds. I felt as if I was coming undone at the seams. Before I knew what was happening, I was almost demanding Dom to take the device out of me and replace it with his hardened cock. I wasn't supposed to demand Dom to do anything. That was his job. Yet, I had caught a glimpse of raw hunger in his eyes. I knew he wanted to be buried deep inside me just like the butt plug was. Except he would go deeper because he is considerably more endowed than the plug and some men I had been with prior to him. I had to beg him of course to fuck me in the ass. I do remember my exact words, "Fuck me in the ass now, damnit." I begged over and over again. "I want to feel the heat from your cum in my ass. I need to feel it. Please. Oh please Master, take my ass." I begged. Dom always loves it when I beg for him to do naughty things to me. I was way beyond desperate to have him fill me. Dom was so pleased at my begging he pulled the butt plug out of me. The smell of a little bit of my shit and a whole lot of my deliciously sweet cum surrounded me as Dom slid his rigid cock into my ass. More pain scorched my stretching asshole and I yelled out. I just knew I was going to shit all over the place. To my surprise, I didn't shit. Instead, I ignored the pain and let the pure simple pleasure of Dom filling my ass completely. Dom moved slowly until I began to demand more and harder. The pain mixed with pleasure made me lose any control I had left. I loved hearing Dom grunting as he pushed himself further and further into my ass. I could hear his balls smacking my ass cheeks harder and faster. My own heart was pounding so hard, I could hear it in my ears. I knew my orgasm would be just as intense as his, but I was more concerned with his pleasure than with my own. That's the way it's supposed to be. It is my job in life to please Dom. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would explode inside my ass. It was the most erotic feeling I have ever felt in my life when we exploded together. I went right over the edge with Dom as soon as the first hot jets of cum shot out of his dick and hit areas of my body I didn't even know existed. I heard him moan as his hips kept on pumping my rear end harder and harder. I don't believe I have ever heard him cum as hard as every ounce of his own personal juices pumped into my spasming asshole. I didn't know that anyone could say so many cuss words. Still attached to one another, we fell onto the bed as the last bits of our hot and sticky cum leaked out of my ass. Out of breath and freshly fucked, we laid there and caught our breath, exhausted, and sated. A few moments later, Dom pulled out of me and went to get a wash rag to clean us both up. I was so sore, it hurt to move. I didn't know how in the hell he was managing to move around so well. Dom could tell I was sleepy, so he placed me on my back and allowed me to get some sleep. He pulled the covers up to my neck and fell into a deep and satisfying sleep. That was just my first experience with Dom fucking my ass. Although, he was gentle that first time and several more times after that. He usually took my ass rough and hard. Especially in the shower, if I had to bend down for something. Somehow, I managed to learn to take it like a woman. Most times I would cry at his invasion. I digress, every time I found his hard cock rimming the outer part of my asshole, demanding entrance into my tight hole and I was not expecting it, I often found myself crying and screaming. There was always a part of me that wanted to scream out in pain. However, I only did that once. Other times, I would grab the pillow and scream out my horrific pain into the cotton material. Today is the first time; we are allowing another man to watch as Dom shows off for his Best Friend how much of an ass slut his girlfriend is. I have to admit that is how I became a nasty ass slut. I also have to admit, I enjoy being his nasty, little ass slut. Sometimes, I think I like it a little too much. I often find myself wondering if I have become addicted to sex or the man. Either way, both possibilities scare the living shit out of me. Pardon the pun. I am scared of giving him my heart. I know if I do, I will be the one with the heartache. I will have to survive the debacle called love all on my own once again. So, every time I begin to feel myself getting close Dom, I check myself and pull slightly away from him. Knowing my mind so well, he always knows when something is wrong and doesn't take no for an answer when he asks me what is wrong. And there is no lying to him. He can always tell when something is bothering me and is relentless in getting whatever is bothering me out of me. Sometimes, I hate that feeling of not having any control. Not even my own feelings and emotions. Something keeps coming back to him. I don't know the reason. God knows, I have tried to reason it out in my head. So far, I haven't found any reasons of why I am so addicted to him. It could be lust. It could be love. Either way, I've never known anything so powerful and filled with so much chemistry. Quite honestly, I am scared to death of losing pieces of myself to this one man who has opened up a whole new world to me. A world, I have only imagined in a mind so perverted and unyielding, it is all I can think about. That and ways to please my Dom. Not to pat myself on the back, I believe I do a pretty job of pleasing him. I haven't heard him voice any complaints yet. My greatest fear is that one day I will wake up and he won't be there any longer and I will have been kicked to the proverbial curb. I don't want to be kicked to the curb. Because no matter how hard I try keeping love and sex separate, they do tend to collide just like a bitter cold front from the north and stormy, cold rain from the south and produce a blizzard of snow. Except in my case, it creates a myriad of emotions that keep me torn up and twisted most of the time. Just like a storm, afterwards I know I am going to be the one to pick myself up from all of the destruction all on my own. For now, I will not allow myself to dwell on it any longer. I will accept our "relationship" for what it is. It is what it is and I swear to myself I will take it one day at a time. I am determined to keep having fun and keep Dom interested in coming back to me. If I fail, I know I am stubborn enough to handle it on my own. Or at least, I think I am. No one knows just how stubborn I am and just exactly how much I have had to endure in my life. Or how much I can still take. Thanks to circumstances out of my control, I have learned to be stubborn and to handle a plethora of emotions and feelings I can take. I suspect I don't even know how much I can take, myself. Hopefully, I won't have to find out. I am going to keep rolling with the flow for as long as it lasts. I will no longer worry about what tomorrow will bring. I suspect Dom may be at war with himself over the same thoughts and worries as I do. He won't say anything to me about his feelings. He holds them close to his chest. I should hold my feelings and emotions in, just as Dom does. But, I'm not built that way. Unfortunately, I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve. Good or bad, I am who I am. I awake from my light slumber and I know what to expect what is about to come next. Best Friend is going to watch me become an intoxicating ass slut for Dom. I can see the anticipation in both men's eyes. I find my body growing in immense anticipation. I can't wait to please both men. I smile sheepishly at both men out of shyness and expectation. It's time to get this party started once again. My First Threesome Ch. 02 Rob took the ball gag and said, "If you enjoyed that, wait for the kinky stuff to begin..." I must have looked a cross between confused and despairing as Clare made a face you make to a puppy that's heard the door bell for the first time. "Awww, look at his face. He hasn't got a clue what's going on." She spoke to me in a cutey-pie voice, "There, there little boy. It'll be ok. You just let the big kids play and we'll show you how to play as we go along." Followed by almost maniacal laughing. I was trying to play it cool, but I was starting to panic. They'd already shown a blatant disregard for any limits I had. They'd also proved that they knew their way around ropes! Clare took the ball gag from Rob's hand and straddled me. She held the gag up to my face and spoke softly, "Don't worry. We'll tell you what's going to happen before we do anything else. It's all just some fun and we'll all have a good laugh about it over breakfast." I felt myself ease a little and in response to Clare's gesture, I opened my mouth for the ball-gag. Clare looked at me again and asked me the way you ask someone if they want a cup of tea, "You wanna see me finger my arse with the juice from my pussy?" I made a gurgling sound as I nodded and I'm sure she could see a smile on my face around the gag. She turned around and positioned herself on all-fours with her juicy pussy and arse just inches from my face. She reached under her wet pussy and rubbed it until her hand was covered in her thick juices. Then she put her hand over the top of her arse and smeared the juice all over her tight asshole. Just a few strokes and she was starting to slip a finger into it. First her middle finger then two. They were going deeper with each stroke. She lowered her mouth onto my flaccid cock and put it in her mouth. She didn't suck it, but took the weight of her head so she could reach her pussy with her free hand. Within seconds she had three fingers in her pussy and the same three fingers from the other hand in her arse and she was moaning onto my cock which had miraculously began to respond. As he must have felt it getting hard, she looked up at Rob. I'd almost forgotten he was there. I heard her playfully ask, "Ooh honey, he's waking back up. What about you?" "You know I can't resist the sight if you fingering that cute little arse!" he answered. Clare looked back at me, "You want to see him fuck my arsehole with his cock?" Again, all I could manage was a stifled moan and a nod. Rob got up on the bed and without Clare moving at all, save for pulling her fingers out of her now slightly gaping arse, positioned himself over my head and buried his big cock all the way into Clare's waiting hole. She gasped and moaned at the same time. He pulled out slowly and began rhythmically fucking her. Her mouth went back to my cock, but this time her moaning was a constant. This got my cock as hard as if I hadn't cum. I didn't think it was possible. Clare was trying to talk to me through heavy moaning, "You said... ...you liked anal... ...do you want... ...some of this tight.... ...arse on your cock...?" I didn't really say anything this time, just a knowing look of approval and some nodding. As if in response to the fact that his 'turn' was over, Rob pounded a few hard strokes into her and pulled out. Her arse gaped briefly before pulling closed. Clare crawled down the bed and turned over. She was facing me as she guided my cock into her arse. I was expecting it to be less tight after the pounding Rob had given it, but it was like a vice on my cock. She pushed all the way down until I was filling her to the hilt. "Does that feel as good for you as it does for me?". I could only nod as her as pulsated around the base of my cock. Clare reached down and rubbed her clit. I could hear how wet she was. She kept eye contact with me as lifted her now soaking hand and tasted her own juices. She began a slow grinding on my cock. Not up and down, but a circular motion. Rob had gone from the bed and manoeuvred himself behind Clare. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her face towards mine. I couldn't tell what was going on, but realised when Clare's ass seemed to get incredibly tight and her face showed the strain of Rob's cock forcing it's way into her ass with mine. He's gently asked her, "are you ok, baby?" and she nodded vaguely. He began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of her ass. I could feel it sliding along my shaft as well. The rhythmic movement felt amazing. Clare leaned into my neck as Rob's stroke became harder and she was biting my shoulder as he got to a pounding level. Clare was rubbing her pussy again an and her moaning was getting louder. She started to buck and I could feel Rob's cock come out as Clare's body lost control under the wave of orgasm. She lifted her body off of my cock and then put her full weight on me. I could hear her whispering into my ear, "So you like anal?". She lifted her head to look at me and I tried to smile around the ball-gag as I nodded. She smiled back and leaned back in to keep whispering, "I remember you telling be you had a girlfriend that stuck her finger in your arse. I also remember you saying you didn't mind it. Naughty boy! You want me to suck my ass juice off your cock while I finger you bum?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had enjoyed it when I'd done it before. I'd even secretly bought a butt-plug for some personal time, but I don't remember telling Clare about it. That office flirting must have drifted a few times when I wasn't paying attention. My gaze was enough for Clare. "Don't worry, I'll take that as a 'yes'." She slid her bod heavily down mine. She must have still been feeling the effects of her orgasm. She got down as far as my cock and looked at Rob. "Honey, pass me some lube." He didn't bat an eyelid as he lifted a bottle of lube from the dressing table and poured some onto Clare's waiting hand. It felt warm as she smeared it all over my ass. Clare didn't even look at Rob as she said, "Honey, could you just lift his legs for me?" They were still tied in the knots from when I'd first lay down. Again, Rob did as he was told without any lack of composure. He reached under the bed and (what sounded like) unclipped the ropes holding my ankles and clipped the two ends to either end of what looked like a broom handle. Then he reached up with the long bar that was holding my legs apart and took my legs up with them to clip the bar to piece of rope he was attaching to a hook on the ceiling I hadn't even noticed before. I was now laying on my back with my hands tied and my legs in the air, spread wide. Clare almost whooped as she exclaimed, "Oh yes! That's much easier!" She set herself about smearing the lube over my asshole and leaned down to lick my cock. It felt so good having her hot mouth on my cock as her finger slowly got deeper and deeper in my bum. I couldn't tell, but she looked up at me and joyfully announced that her finger was all the way in, "I'm gonna try two!" She pushed in a second finger and I was surprised to find that instead of hurting or being uncomfortable, it just increased the intensity of my pleasure. Maybe I'd been using my own butt-plug more than I thought. I could hear Clare moaning again and I realised I closed my eyes. I looked at Clare and I could see that Rob had again found a nice spot behind her. He was slowly grinding his way in and out of her. I couldn't tell which hole he was in, but from Clare's moaning, I suspected it was in her arse. Her thrusting was getting harder in my ass, but the feeling just got better as she did. I was moaning when she looked up at me, took my cock out of her mouth and panted, "that's three fingers! You dirty boy. Maybe a little dildo would be better. It's probably not even as big as three fingers. Let's try!" I was in no position to protest. Literally! Without even stopping, Rob leaned behind himself to the dressing table drawer, open it and pulled out a long jelly dildo. It wasn't very thick, but it was clearly a double dildo. Clare quickly reassured me, "don't worry, I won't put it all in." She smeared more lube over it from my ass and with no hesitation, it was in me. Clare was fucking my ass with a dildo and it felt like heaven. She wasn't even sucking my cock and it still felt like heaven. I was moaning heavily when I heard her say, "Oh my god, you've taken eight inches, you slut!" I couldn't believe it, but I could feel the long strokes of the dildo in and out of my asshole and then she pulled it out, pushed Rob away from her, stood up and announced, "I have an idea!" Rob looked confused when she stood on tip-toes and whispered in his ear. A big grin appeared on his face. I felt a wave of anxiety. These two had pre-planned a lot this evening and now it was even going off reservation for them. Clare went back into the drawer the dildo had come from and brought out a blindfold. She brought it up to me and sat on the bed next to me. "You want to let your senses take over. By removing your sight with a blindfold, your sense of feeling will send you into orbit! Trust me." I didn't. She put the blindfold over my eyes and I found myself lifting my head for the strap to go behind. Every fibre of common sense I had was telling me to protest, but my body was screaming for me to 'just go with it'. Clare mover back around and I was trying to perceive what was happening when I could feel Clare licking at my cock. It was confirmed when I heard her ask, "isn't that better?" I moaned an affirmative noise and she greedily gave me a sloppy blowjob. I felt her hand around my arse and her fingers probing my hole. I couldn't hear Rob, but I could feel the weight of the bed shifting with one of them moving on it. Clare stopped sucking my cock and I could feel one of them positioned near my exposed arse. "If you liked the dildo..." Clare said. A few seconds passed as I felt rubbing around my asshole before I realised what was happening. Rob was starting to push his big cock into me. I'd seen it up close as it had done it's best to destroy Clare's ass. I wanted to stop them, but I was trussed up like a turkey, blindfolded and fighting an overwhelming sense of enjoyment. My body was in heaven as my psyche was trying to revolt from the whole situation. His cock was wider than the dildo and he was starting to get into a rhythm when Clare spoke, "Just relax. You know it feels good. Let me suck your cock while he fucks you and I bet it'll feel so good, you'll cum in no time!" And she did. She was sucking my cock with great enthusiasm when I felt it. The first pangs of an impending orgasm. The confusion in my head was like maelstrom of right, wrong, gay, straight, taboo and pleasure. I was going to cum with a man's cock in my ass. And I was going to enjoy it. Whether I liked it or not. Rob's cock was now moving so hard and fast I could feel his balls slap and he went in to the hilt with every stroke. Clare had increased her speed too. It was coming. I could feel my body start to buck as I moaned and when they both heard it, they both moved up a gear. Rob was moaning as he fucked my wanton asshole. Clare was moaning on my cock. No doubt rubbing her pussy furiously. My body bucked hard and I disappeared into myself in that moment as I had the best orgasm of my life. My ass and cock were both epicentres for the orgasm that hit and Clare clamped her mouth around my cock and I shot my second load of the evening. As my perception of my surroundings refocussed, I felt Rob slide slowly out of my ass. Clare was feeling around the back of my head to take off the ball gag. As it left my mouth, I wanted to pant heavily, but I could feel her there trying to kiss me. I opened my mouth and her tongue invaded my mouth along with a mouthful of my own cum. I didn't know what to do. She kept our mouths locked for a moment longer before she lifted her head and I could feel my cum running down the side of my face. There was a silence that followed. Clare spoke first to Rob, "You came? In his ass? Oh baby! That's a first." and then to me, "I bet you've never had cum in your ass before, huh?!" I hadn't even realised. In my own excitement, Rob's fortune had been a sideshow I wasn't even aware of. I felt some movement and Rob was unhooking my legs. Clare had moved up to help untie my wrists. As she did, I pulled the blindfold off. It took a second for my eyes to adjust. The two of them were grinning. I finally had a chance to speak, "You two are out of your fucking minds!" My words betrayed by my inability to keep a smile from my face. Clare was the first to respond. "There's a moral to this story. Don't say 'no' when it might be better to say 'yes'." Rob laughed, "What sort of philosophical bullshit is that?" "Dunno. Just made it up." Clare looked at me and said, "Towels are in there on shelf" and pointed to the en suite door. She looked at Rob, "Cup of tea?" and smiled. Rob simply replied, "ok." I showered and tried to gather my thoughts. When I'd dried myself off and got dressed, I went downstairs and found the two of them in the kitchen. My tea on the worktop. "We've ordered you a taxi. Should be here in a ten minutes." From Rob. In ten minutes the taxi came and they wished me goodnight as if I'd popped round for a cuppa. Clare gave me a wink and I got in the cab. That was my first threesome. My First Threesome Ch. 03 I will never forget the experience that I am sharing with you. The ride home that first time was both lonely and isolated, yet exciting. I wanted to take my penis out and congratulate it for its latest conquest: A beautiful and hot body 40-something woman with her husband watching. I knew he was fucking her somewhere while I was driving home. My mind somehow wanted to escape those details. We continued to email each other and get to know each other. We both held doctorate level degrees. I was terrified of an std, but of course we made honest disclosures about that. They asked me if I had a fantasy. I didn't have to think about this one: My fantasy was always a threesome with two women. A fantasy with this other couple? I could only think of the Sharon Stone movie where she flashes someone under the table in the restaurant. And we made more plans. We met half way at a hotel, a rather fancy one. This time everyone was punctual. We met in the lounge and the atmosphere was a bit more comfortable. The last time we said good bye it was dark, and I got a better look at them. Patti was hot. She was wearing a little sun dress and had blonde hair. Very thin and toned. He was muscular and shorter than me. It was very strange as I sat there, drinking this glass of wine. Did the waiter know what we were there for? My purpose was purely functional, almost biological: to squirt my sperm in her for her husband to enjoy. She knocked something off the table and I quickly picked it up for her. John said, "did you look?" "Excuse me?" Patti laughed and knocked the same item on the floor. I picked it up and looked up: There was my Sharon Stone fantasy. Her dressed was pushed aside and two pink thin lips were looking at me. I looked around, under the table on my hands and knees. No one was there. I crawled over and gently kissed her legs and pressed my nose into her vagina. She was nice and moist, and I lifted up and kissed her pussy gently. We wasted no time getting a room. I was flustered when I got back n my chair and was raring to go. I had her aroma on the tip of my nose and was already covering the bulge in my pants. We took the elevator up, and we were all silent. I asked him if he was still comfortable with this, and he said "absolutely". The room was large and there were two double beds in it. John turned on the tv, and he sat on one bed and I sat on the other, facing each other. Patti took out a little radio. "She's going to give us a dance," John said. And she gave us a little strip show between the two of us. Then she touched both my knees, got out on the floor, and took my cock out. I had a raging erection, as she licked me up and down and slid her mouth up and down over me. I arched over her and pulled her dress up and was kissing the back of her head while it was bobbing up and down on me. She lifted her head and a trail of precum stretched from the head of my cock to her lips. She went down on me again. I stood up and removed her clothes, then mine. John was laying on the bed, masturbating. I was not really paying attention to him. This beautiful little body was mine right now, and I wanted to enjoy ever second. After I went down on her I slid up and mounted her missionary style. This is my favorite position, I do confess! And we fucked some more. I cradled her in my arms, kissing her neck and breasts. I ran my hands over her smooth waist, and she raised her hips to meet my thrusts. This is when John moved; I almost hadn't noticed him. He was standing at the foot of the bed, watching our coupling. Looking up between our legs, where we were joined. I imagined what he saw: My muscular ass and legs gently pumping between his wife's legs, highlighted by my large brown, hairy balls pressed up against her, and my wide shoulders cradling her. I rose up on the balls of my feet to give him a better view, and pulled out slowly a few times for his sake. He asked if we could switch positions, her on top, and I of course obliged. I resumed and after five minutes was ready to explode. I whispered in her ear I was going to come, and held her tightly against my chest. He wanted to feel my warm semen in her, and I was not going to disappoint. I pulled most of my cock out until that tender spot two inches below the head was rubbing on her. When I felt it was inevitable, I pushed all the way in her, stopped moving and closed my eyes. Nature took its course, and my penis squirted forever. She was gently stroking my ass until I was done, and then I just collapsed. I kissed her and rolled off, completely satisfied. She got up and walked over to John's bed and laid down and spread her legs. He didn't wait at all. He was very muscular and his cock was raging and red. I was able to take a good look at him, now. His ball sack was tight and hairy and I now knew why they wanted someone "hung." He clearly had me beat. He was dripping pre cum when he rolled over and climbed between her legs. This time, I had a good view of them fucking, his muscular thighs working between hers. He moaned in her ear, "That feels so good. Your pussy is so warm and wet." I knew that was my come he was feeling. I stepped over to the bed, and they both hesitated for one second. "I want to touch her," I said. I want to feel her." She smiled and they resumed while I gently knelt and kissed her on the cheek, her body rocking back and forth with his. I took my hand and rubbed her belly and waist, gently preparing her belly for the second injection of warm come in three minutes. I slid my hand down while kissing her neck, and gently massaged her clit, so close to his cock. In record time he thrust deep and grunted and ejaculated. He let out a loud sigh, and I knew he was coming. His ass cheeks clenched and she pulled him deep inside her. I kissed her again and rubbed her tummy, trying to enjoy the moment they shared. John collapsed on the bed. Patty laid there, her legs parted wreaking of sex. I looked at her and gently let me hand slip between her legs. She was warm and matted, and her cheeks and chest were flushed with sex. I sat down and joined them and we all climbed onto a pillow and relaxed. We chatted and sighed in our mutual relaxation. Patti was stroking me and her husband as we made small talk, enjoying our two cocks. After five minutes she started to drip. A small viscous trail of sperm was connecting between her and the sheets and forming a small pool. I could not let this moment go. I looked at John and climbed on top of her one more time. "Please," I said. He laughed and she pulled me tighter. "One for the road, " she said. And I slid in. She was so wet and warm it was the most outrageous thing I ever felt. The warmth was sticky and all over me, and leaked down my balls. I lasted about one minuted before I felt the head of my cock flare and I came a second time. When I got out of the shower, they were getting dressed. Believe it or not, this was the most erotic time of the night. Her wonderful little body was standing and she was putting her dress on. We were both naked, standing there. Both of our cocks hairy and satisfied, our balls relaxed in their sacs. We both just came in her. She was standing there with both our sperm in her, with cum from two different men deep in her belly. The room smelled of sex, but there were two odors: mine and hers, and his and hers. Just knowing she was going to be walking around the rest of the day with the come of two different men was such a turn on. Who would know? My First Threesome Ch. 03 "Why don't you call him and see if he can come over this weekend?" Lynn asked in response to my question about when we might see Ben again. I took a long sip on my coffee. I hadn't thought about the prospect of getting together so soon and I wasn't sure I liked the idea. I was well past trying to deny that I'd found the inclusion of Ben in our sex life exhilarating, but I wasn't sure I wanted Lynn's and my sex life to revolve around Ben. On the other hand, I didn't really have any reason to say "no" and the prospect of Lynn and me hooking up with Ben held great attractions for me. "Okay," I said, surprising both of us a little, I think. But when I called Ben from work later that morning, he said—with evident regret—that he had to go out of town for work all weekend. It would have been a good weekend for Lynn and me to just get caught up with work around the house. Lord knows we'd gotten behind with the time we'd devoted to the ménage a trios with Ben last weekend and the fact that we'd been fucking like bunnies ever since instead of keeping up with the dishes and laundry. I'm not complaining. Sheeze! What man would? Still, catching up on work around the house would have made sense. That's not what we did, though. When I called Lynn with the bad news about Ben, she suggested that we go away for the weekend alone together. That sounded better to me than housework and grocery shopping. So I called and reserved a little cabin in the woods that we'd rented before. It was about an hour-and-a-half out of town, in beautiful rolling hills, with a great hot tub on the balcony, and no neighbors within a mile. We could pack quickly tonight, and drive there to have two nights and a full day and a half off by ourselves. It was a terrific plan and we had an even better time than I'd anticipated. The air crackled with sexuality all weekend. We groped, fondled, licked, sucked, and fucked like we never had before—even when we were first falling in love (which coincided with when we were first falling in lust). I think I shot my wad about five times, at least once in each of Lynn's fuckable holes. Lynn had more than 15 orgasms. (Women are lucky that way.) We headed back to town late Sunday night exhausted, but very happy. The drive home was special too. I couldn't remember the last time Lynn had given me a blowjob while I was driving. (I know, I know: very dangerous. So, don't do as I do. But it's extremely exciting.) With all the fucking and sucking we'd done, I didn't expect to be able to get off from this. But within minutes of Lynn's luscious lips surrounding my cock, I was hard and moving toward an orgasm. Just as I was coming to the realization that I was capable of another orgasm, Lynn stopped. "I have a request," she said, straightening up to look at me. Shit! That's hardly fair. She knew how to time her requests to ensure that she'd get what she wanted. This time, what she wanted surprised me. "Yeah?" I said noncommittally. "I want to be the one to satisfy all of your needs that I can satisfy." I didn't really understand what she meant. My thought process wasn't exactly helped by the slow stroking of her hand on my now eager cock. "Okay." But my quizzical tone let her know that I didn't really understand, so she went on. "I mean, I know that Ben fills a special desire of yours—one that I could never fill." She paused and then continued. "I don't have the right equipment," she said, stroking my cock especially hard as she said that. "So I can't give you the pleasure of a hard cock in your mouth. But I can give you the pleasure of having your cock sucked." "Boy, I'll say." And I gently pushed her toward my cock again with my free hand. "No, wait. I'm trying to make a point." I guess I had to let her make her point before she'd make mine. So I waited for clarity. "I don't mind that you find pleasure with Ben," she continued. "In fact, I like it a lot. I feel like we're even closer for that because we both know how exciting it can be to take a cock in our mouth, to feel it swell to fill our mouth as we suck on it, and to experience it explode with its salty semen deep in our throat. It's an experience that we can share." I was simultaneously discomforted and aroused by her description of what we "shared". But mainly, I wanted her to get back to sucking my cock. So I just grunted an acknowledgement. "But I don't want you to let him suck your cock." I think it was only then that I realized that there had been no reciprocity in the sex between Ben and me. I hadn't really thought about it one way or another. The first time I'd sucked him off, Lynn had immediately taken care of my needs and then he'd left. And the second time, I'd been so embarrassed that I'd cum in my pants while sucking him off that I'd left without the opportunity of him returning the favor even arising. Now that Lynn raised the issue, I realized that it was a little strange that I hadn't even thought about any sort of reciprocity with Ben when I fantasized about future encounters. Not sure why. But it was true. "Why not?" "I told you," Lynn reminded me. "I want to be the only one to please you in the ways that I can please you." Now I was beginning to understand. And she went on to make it crystal clear. "When you think about getting your cock sucked, I want you to be thinking about me sucking your cock. When you think about any pleasure that I can give you, I want you to be thinking about me—not someone else—giving you that pleasure." "But Ben might think it's kind of weird, don't you think?" "Ben won't care. Ben's in a kind of hog heaven for bachelors, right?" "Sure. I guess." "I'm betting he doesn't press the issue. But if he does, I want you to tell him that you're not interested in that." While she was talking, she was stroking my cock gently, keeping me just on the edge. "And I want you to just leave it there. Don't tell him that it's because I asked you." "But what if ... I mean, sometimes I might get ... I mean, what if I get really horny when I'm with Ben." This was very uncomfortable. Of course I knew that what we'd be doing when we got together with Ben would involve sex between me and Ben. But talking about this with Lynn was strange. It made everything seem so ... I don't know ... anticipated, I guess. "Well, if the three of us are together, I'll take care of you any way you want." And Lynn added, with a giggle, "no holes barred." She reached down under my ball sack to cup and massage my aching balls. "And, if it's just you and Ben, you have two choices. You can stroke yourself till you cum while you take care of Ben, or you can just burn with desire until you get back to me, when I'll take care of you any way you want." At this point, she left a long pause—one we both filled in silently with "no holes barred". I was only half thinking about what Lynn was saying. I was more than half thinking about how I'd like her to replace her hand with her sweet lips and finish what she'd started. "And, even if you take care of yourself while you're taking care of Ben, you can still come home to me and have me any way you want." Okay, so this was like a husband's dream. Lynn was saying, in effect, that she'd happily be my personal sex servant if I'd just agree to her request. It was a tempting offer, for obvious reasons—especially since I hadn't really thought about Ben sucking me off. I mean, it wasn't like I was giving up something I'd been looking forward to. Still, I was a little perplexed. "But I don't understand why you care." "I'm not sure I do, either. I've just been thinking about it and it feels like you'd be cheating on me if you let him take care of the needs I could fill." She paused and then amended herself, "maybe 'cheating' is the wrong word. I don't know. I mean it would feel like I wasn't able to satisfy those needs." I still wasn't sure I understood what motivated this. It wasn't as if Lynn was domineering or a control freak. But, I thought, it didn't really matter that much to me whether Ben reciprocated. I hadn't even thought of it until Lynn had started this discussion. So what? If this mattered to Lynn ... fine! And, anyway, what husband wouldn't like the arrangement where his wife would suck him and fuck him whenever he wanted. "Okay." "'Okay', you understand; or 'okay', you agree." "Okay, I agree." And, with that, Lynn leaned down and I felt the wet warmth of her soft mouth engulf my throbbing cock. She pumped the base of my cock hard and I exploded in her mouth with a surprising load of cum. I managed to keep the car going straight in the lane throughout my climax, though I was glad we were still on the two-lane country highway, and not the freeway. And I was glad there wasn't a cop around. When I recovered enough to think clearly about my driving, I realized that I'd dropped from 60 miles an hour to about 35. If I cop had been following us, it would have been a suspicious change. After I'd shot my wad in Lynn's mouth and she'd neatly put my softening cock away and zipped up my fly, we drove on home—me with the afterglow of an orgasm and Lynn clearly pleased with our agreement. Our conversation for the rest of the drive included a joint decision to invite Ben to spend the next weekend with us and the beginning of our plans for the weekend. I called Ben the next morning and we arranged for him to spend both Friday and Saturday nights at our house. He had to do work on Saturday, so he'd be leaving late Saturday morning for the day. When he told me that, I decided that it was probably best. There were things Lynn and I needed to do and, anyway, there's such a thing as too much in too short a time. Off and on through the week, Lynn and I talked about various scenarios. Most of it was just sexual banter and sometimes we used it to spice up our fucking. (I gotta tell you, it can be pretty hot to hear your wife describe how she's going fuck you, and a friend, while you're screwing her hard.) The only firm plan we made together concerned Ben's arrival. By Thursday night, we'd scripted the welcome scene completely. Everything else was left loose, but I later realized that Lynn had given great thought on her own to what would happen. Friday morning began like any other work morning. But, just as we were getting ready to leave the house, Lynn stopped me in the entry way. She pulled me toward her and kissed me hard and deep. Then she sunk to her knees and unzipped my pants. This might make me late to work, I thought, but there was no chance I was going to put a stop to it. Lynn gave me a sweet and fast blowjob, right there in the entryway. While I was still recovering, she put my cock away and straightened me up for work. "There," she said, "that will give you something to think about today. There's going to be lots more of that this weekend." On the way to work I thought about the "lots more of that"—not only what Lynn would be doing to me, but what I'd be doing with Ben. Lynn and I were both able to get home early that afternoon. So, we were all set when the doorbell rang at 6:30; the table was set and dinner was in the oven—not that we were going to go straight to dinner, but it would be ready for us when we were ready for it. I stayed in the living room while Lynn got the door. It took a minute or two before I heard Lynn and Ben walking down the hallway toward the living room. I assumed they were kissing and probably groping a bit in the entryway. I found myself strangely undisturbed by this thought. In fact, I found it arousing. When they rounded the corner, Lynn excused herself saying she would get us some drinks. She walked away from Ben as I got up and walked toward him. Lynn didn't leave the room, though. We'd worked out the script for welcoming Ben and Lynn had no intention of missing the greeting. I walked up to Ben. He reached out his hand as if we were going to shake hands but I ignored it. When I was right in front of him, I looked him for a long moment before sinking to my knees in front of him and unzipping his pants. I wasted no time in fishing out his cock, which was already hardening—maybe from his anticipation of what he knew was about to happen or maybe as a result of the encounter with Lynn in the hallway. It didn't matter to me. As I gazed at Ben's cock and felt it hardening in my hand, I licked my lips in anticipation. But I didn't hold back for long. I took him deeply into my mouth in a single motion. For a moment, I just savored the flavor and feel of his cock, filling my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his cock and felt it harden fully in response. Lynn had given up the project of getting us drinks; from the corner of my eye, I could see her sitting in a chair, well positioned to view the action, which she was doing attentively. Being on display for Lynn didn't inhibit me—quite the contrary. I found it exciting to have her see me, on my knees, furiously sucking and pumping Ben's rigid shaft. That's how completely comfortable I'd become in my knowledge that this whole thing wasn't a threat to my relationship with Lynn. It served only to strengthen our relationship as we explored new and exciting activities together. I turned all of my attention on Ben's cock. It felt marvelous in my hand. The shaft was hard but the skin, which moved nicely to the motion of my hand, was soft and velvety. He was rapidly approaching an orgasm, but I wasn't ready to take him over the edge yet. So I slowed down my rhythm and changed from sucking the head of his cock to running my tongue up and down the underside. When I flicked the most sensitive spot, just behind the helmet, with my tongue, Ben's cock twitched with anticipation and he let out a moan. He wanted more, of course, but it seemed like he wasn't in a hurry for this to end, either. Rocking back onto my heels, I reached up and undid Ben's belt and pants button. Then I eased his pants down past his thighs. Now I could easily cup his balls in my hand, which I did as I moved back toward his cock, planning to take it in my mouth. But I stopped short. I found myself fascinated with his balls at this moment. They're captivating things, really. I stroked him gently with one hand while I pulled his balls slightly forward with the other. I watched with excitement as Ben's balls moved slightly to the motion of my hand. Entranced by the sight of his wonderfully sized balls, I moved closer so I could take, first one, and then the other into my mouth. I don't like having my balls sucked hard so I was careful to be gentle. I wasn't really doing this for Ben's pleasure. It was all about my own pleasure—the feel of his nuts held gently between my lips. But I didn't want it to be unpleasant for Ben. So I was careful not to press to hard. After sucking and nuzzling his nuts for a while, I moved my mouth slowly up to the base of his sock and along the underside of his stiff shaft. I think I could have just played with Ben's hard cock like this all night. But I knew that he was eager for release. And while he clearly had enjoyed the teasing, he was ready now for me to bring him to a climax. I took him as deeply in my mouth as I could. I was no expert on this (yet) and I couldn't get my lips to the base of his cock. But I went down as deeply as I could, repeatedly, feeling the head of his cock press against the back of my throat. And then I began to work his hard cock hard. I was bobbing my mouth on and off his dick and pumping the base of his shaft with my hand. At first, I was using my other hand to cup his balls but soon I moved my hand around to the back of his thigh to press him harder into my mouth. He was building to an orgasm now and I was consumed with lust, too. At this point, I couldn't have teased him longer, like I'd thought I could before. I wanted to feel that beautiful hard cock explode in my mouth. I wanted to make it erupt. I was hooked on the power of producing such intense pleasure. I moaned a little as I felt him nearing his orgasm. And I welcomed the touch of his hands on the back of my head, controlling my tempo and ensuring that he'd plant his seed deep in my mouth. I was his—for his pleasure. But just as certainly, he was mine—for my pleasure. When he erupted, it was cataclysmic. He roared so loudly I thought the neighbors might hear. And spurt after spurt of warm salty semen filled my mouth. I continued to suck and pump his shaft with one hand. The other hand I moved between his legs. I reached back and grasped his buttocks, pulling him into me further as he finished spewing his seed in me. And then I slid my hand forward, dragging my finger through his butt crack till my fingers rested on his scrotum and his spent balls were in my palm. I pulled off his cock to admire my handiwork. Though softening, Ben's cock was still throbbing in the after-throes of his orgasm. A single glistening drop of semen bulged from the slit and I gently brought my tongue to it, pulling it into my mouth. Ben staggered a few awkward steps back and collapsed on the couch with his pants still around his ankles. I just rested where I was, sitting on my heels, savoring the taste in my mouth. I realized then that I was incredibly aroused. My cock was hard—indeed, rigid—but it was more than that. I was seething with desire. The feel of my shirt against my chest was erotic; my lips tingled with the taste of Ben's cock still on them; and my hips were rocking, eager to be thrusting my cock into something warm and wet and tight. Before I realized that she'd gotten up from her seat, Lynn was stepping in front of me. She pulled me up and turned me around so that I was facing just the way Ben had been. Lynn sank to her knees in front of me. And then began an echo of my encounter with Ben. No, 'echo' isn't the right word; an echo can't be as loud as what it echoes. It was a very conscious reproduction—a restaging—of what had just happened. Only now, I was in Ben's place and Lynn was in mine. She undid my pants and pushed them, and my boxers, down to my calves. My hard cock sprang up as it was released from its confines. While I was working on Ben's cock, I hadn't been paying attention to what Lynn was doing. But it was obvious now that she'd been paying close attention to what I'd been doing. Lynn put one hand behind my balls and pulled them forward. Then she began slowly jacking my cock while she focused her attention on my balls. I knew exactly what she felt and saw. I knew that my balls were rising and falling against her fingers to the rhythm she set up in stroking my dick. I looked over at Ben. He was still flopped back on the couch, having made no effort to pull his pants up. But his head was no longer thrown back with his eyes either closed or staring blankly at the ceiling. Now he was focused intently on watching Lynn fellate me. The eroticism of watching a beautiful woman blow a man was, I'm sure, intensified for him by the tactile memories he must have been experiencing in watching the re-enactment. When I felt Lynn's warm, wet lips on my balls, I looked away from Ben. I closed my eyes and just took in the sensations. Lynn traced the line from my balls to the end of my cock with the tip of her tongue, causing shivers of pleasure through my body. She teased the underside of my cock for a while—I think longer than I did Ben's, but maybe that was just an illusion. Soon, though, I felt the warm tightness of Lynn's lips surround my cock. She bobbed her head on and off my shaft as deeply as she could and pumped the base of my cock with her clenched fist. "What a beautiful sight," I thought, when I looked down at Lynn's head moving faster and faster along my cock. I looked over at Ben again and saw that he was holding his cock in his hand, stroking it gently and slowly. It was clear that he wasn't trying for another orgasm so soon. He just needed some stimulation to accompany the show. My First Threesome Ch. 03 For a moment I thought he might notice I was looking at him and return my gaze. But he was completely focused on Lynn's actions. I soon had no room in my consciousness for what Ben was, or wasn't, doing. I closed my eyes and basked in the warmth of my mounting orgasm. Lynn was an expert at blowjobs. And she was clearly inspired now—an artist at her peak of creativity. I shot what felt like an enormous load deep in Lynn's beautiful mouth—thrusting with wave after wave of intense pleasure and reveling in the power of my orgasm. In an accurate re-enactment, Lynn slid her hand down from my buttocks, through my crack and gently ran her fingernails forward across my scrotum, finally cupping my spent balls in her hand. She rocked back, admiring the proof of her virtuosity. And I, in the same state that I'd put Ben into, staggered back to flop down on the couch next to him. "Well," said Lynn, rising to her feet, "that was a nice way to start the evening." She straightened her clothes and primped her hair. "It's time to get dinner on the table and I can see I'm not going to get any help out of either of you. You just sit there thinking about whatever you're thinking about and I'll call you for dinner when it's ready. But, after dinner ... it's my turn. You guys work for me," she said with a very dominant tone. "And it's all about my pleasure, then." Somehow I doubted this. I mean, Lynn could be in charge. And she might be focused on her own pleasure and using us to achieve it. But I suspected that Ben and I were going to be getting a lot of pleasure, too. We must have looked pretty silly. Two men sitting on a couch with their pants down to their ankles, their soft cocks lying contentedly between their thighs, and their chests—well, at least my chest—still heaving from the intensity of an orgasm. It wasn't long before Lynn called us to dinner. Ben was up, with pants pulled up and buckled before I was ready to move. By the time I got to the table, Ben and Lynn were already sitting down. Conversation over dinner was remarkably mundane. No one who happened to observe just the dinner conversation would suspect the events leading up to dinner, or the nature of our relationship in general. There wasn't even any sexually charged flirting going on. I guess Ben and I were just too drained. After dinner, things changed dramatically. Lynn got up and announced that it was our job to clean up—whoever doesn't cook, has to do KP. She said she was going to get ready for the evening and there was nothing we needed to do to get ready except to be prepared to follow orders. The last was said with a devilish grin and, then, she turned on her heels and walked away with a provocative sway to her gait. Lynn didn't need eyes in the back of her head to know that she was being scrutinized by two men who were rapidly regaining their sexual powers in response to the view of her tight ass. Ben and I didn't talk much as we cleaned up. There wasn't much to do and it didn't take us more than five minutes. When we got back to the bedroom, we saw what use Lynn had made of the time. She was dressed all in red—but the "all" wasn't very much. She had on a matching bra and panty set and some sort of translucent nightly with lacy trim. And she had some very high heeled sandals that laced around her ankles. She looked like something out of a Playboy photo-shoot. "Okay, boys," Lynn said with a sort of quiet authority, "now it's my turn for some fun and you guys are going to provide it." She sashayed over to the chair—right where I'd sat when I'd first watched her and Ben a couple of weeks ago—and sat down. For a moment, she said nothing. She just looked at us. I guess this added drama to the moment; it certainly made me, and probably Ben, feel a little uncomfortable. "Well, let's see what I've got to work with." I wasn't immediately sure what she meant and I guess Ben was in the same situation because, like me, he just stood there. "I mean," Lynn said with much louder authority, "strip!" Wow! I'd never heard Lynn talk like that. It was clear that it was just play, but I was still startled by her demeanor. Ben started to comply before I did, but I joined him quickly. We were both down to our skivvies and for some reason we paused then. Lynn was not in the mood for delay. "When I said 'strip', I meant 'STRIP'. All the way; no delay. Get to it." Ben and I stripped off our boxers in parallel, like synchronized swimmers. We stood there awkwardly while Lynn examined us from her chair. She got up slowly and walked toward us. God she looked sexy, dressed as she was and exuding a level of confidence and control I'd never seen her show. Lynn stood before us and wrapped one hand around each of our cocks. "These guys are going do my bidding to night." She stroked us until both of us were hard and impatient for more intimate contact. But Lynn wasn't in any hurry now. Letting go of our cocks, she pulled her nightie apart slightly and pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her round breasts. Her nipples were erect with excitement. "Let's see which one of you is better at sucking on a nipple." Both Ben and I dove into the pleasant task of licking and sucking Lynn's lovely breasts. It wasn't really a competition; we were both winners. I guess Lynn was, too. She moaned softly and put her hands on the back our heads, pressing us into her breasts. When Lynn was ready to move on, she stepped away from us and said, "Okay, now we've got a decision to make." She walked away from us toward the night stand slowly, and very suggestively—well, maybe it was more than suggestively. Ben and I were agog at the sight of her hips rocking gently as she walked. Lynn bent over and picked up a quarter that had been sitting on the night stand, though Ben's and my attention was not on the quarter in her hand but her hindquarter as she bent over. "Ben's our guest," Lynn said brightly as she turned around toward us. "I'll flip to see if he gets heads or tails." She flipped the coin high in the air and let it drop to the floor. Bending over to look at it, she gave us a good look down her bra this time. "Oooohh! Ben gets tails...to start," Lynn reported as she picked up the coin making any verification impossible. "I'm going to get out of these clothes. While I do, honey, I want you to make sure you get Ben really hard and ready for me." Well, this was ridiculous, of course. Ben was already hard and ready, and I was sure that his condition wouldn't change while he watched Lynn take off what skimpy lingerie she was wearing. But I realized that Lynn's stated reason wasn't to be taken at face value. She liked watching me with Ben. She'd been the initial instigator of those activities and it was clear that she enjoyed them. So, I got down on my knees, being careful to position myself so that I could watch Lynn strip—a very good decision, as it turned out, because she put on quite a show. I stroked Ben's hard shaft and took it into my mouth. He didn't need any extra stimulation from me to stay hard; that was obvious. But he certainly didn't mind the attention. Lynn slowly untied her negligee and let it slip off her shoulders. She turned her back on us, pretending it was to toss her negligee on the floor next to the night stand but, when she bent down to unfasten her sandals, it was obvious she'd done it to be as provocative as possible while undressing. After all, what difference did it make where she threw her negligee? As Lynn bent down from the waist to unbuckle the straps of her high-heeled sandals, I realized again what a remarkable figure she had. Her legs were long and slender, but still shapely. And her ass was perfectly round without a bit of sag. Even after all these years, I found the sight of her incomparably arousing. I sucked Ben's cock even harder as my excitement grew. Lynn turned back to us, slipping out of her shoes as she did. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, but didn't slide it off right away. For a tenuous moment, it hung there, the cups still covering her breasts. And then she pushed the straps off her shoulders and let her bra fall to the ground. I put my hand under Ben's balls, feeling them fill my palm, as I watched Lynn slowly ease her panties down over her hips, down her thighs, and, finally, off her legs completely. She just stood there for a minute, watching me work on Ben's cock. Then she walked over and took Ben's cock from my mouth. She led him to the bed, and positioned herself on her hands and knees on the bed before saying, "Okay, Ben, you've got tails to start." Ben climbed behind Lynn. As he did, Lynn said, "And you, Hon ... you have heads." I didn't take Lynn up on her invitation right away. Instead, I watched as Ben positioned himself behind Lynn's loins. His cock was rigid and pointing straight at Lynn's glistening snatch. No help was needed but I decided to help anyway. I reached between Ben's legs from the back, scraping my fingers along the underside of his balls as I did, and I grabbed his hard rod. I put my other hand on Lynn's hip and guided Ben's cock into my wife's eager pussy. There was something incredibly erotic about this. It had nothing to do with the eroticism I'd read about of a humiliated cuckold forced to help a better-endowed bull take his wife. I wasn't a cuckold, I wasn't being forced, and I felt no humiliation at all. (And, Ben wasn't better endowed than me either, for that matter.) This was about my controlling the lust of my wife and another man, and my giving tangible permission for their union. For a few minutes, I fondled Ben's balls and, moving my hand up on her body, Lynn's breast. As the tips of my fingers touched the base of Ben's cock, I could feel the slick wetness of Lynn's juices. She was so aroused that she was dripping and I spread some of her nectar on Ben's balls before the urgency of my own desire caused me to leave their side to take up the invitation of Lynn's mouth. When I positioned myself in front Lynn, she wasted no time making good on her invitation. It was as if she was so aroused that she couldn't get enough cock—in her cunt or her mouth. She sucked me with a hunger I hadn't seen before. I put my hands on the back of her head, not really to control her—she was doing a great job of controlling the tempo and depth. It was more so that I could feel her excitement with my hands as well as with my cock. Ben and I caught each other's eye and smiled at each other. I think we both found the obvious excitement of the other fed our own fever. I could tell that he was getting close to his climax. He grabbed Lynn's hips firmly and pounded into her like a pile-driver. He couldn't keep eye contact with me anymore. He looked up toward the ceiling and closed his eyes, concentrating on his impending orgasm. I was beginning my ascent to my own climax. And then, suddenly, Lynn pulled off my cock. It was a shock and not a pleasant one. When she did it, I thought she might just have been so focused on Ben ramming her cunt that she couldn't take care of me at the same time. I figured out later that she had different plans for where I was going to dump my load and she was being careful not to send me over the edge prematurely. My cock was rigid and eager for attention. But it wasn't getting it. I was dry-pumping the air for a while. But my frustration eased as I watched the incredibly erotic scene before me. Ben was spasming and clenching Lynn's hips to his as he pumped his seed deep in her cunt. Lynn as crying out in ecstasy from his thrusting. I rocked back against the headboard and just watched their crescendo gradually recede, slowly stroking my cock as it did. Ben rolled back and collapsed on the other side of the bed; Lynn flopped down, too, which brought her mouth right to my crotch. She was too wasted to do anything right now, but it felt good to have her cheek pressed against my cock and balls. I let her rest for a few minutes. Once I felt I'd satisfied any requirements of chivalry, I got up and moved around behind Lynn. She seemed to be coming to life because when I gently separated her legs, she raised her hips up slightly. I got between her thighs and pulled her back up to her knees. She was still resting her shoulders and head on the bed so her crotch was well displayed for me. Her cunt lips were red and puffy and her whole cunt was slick and shiny with her juices. I had every intention of just slamming my hard cock into that wet, tight hole, but as I was lining up to do so, I glistening drop of white cream appeared on her cunt lips. And then a slight trickle of Ben's slime began to dribble down over Lynn's slit. I bent down and brought my lips close to her nether lips. I stopped short of my target for just a moment to watch, with fascination, as Ben's cum iced Lynn's labia and clitoris. It was a sight to behold—but not for long. As the first shiny drop of semen was about to plunge from Lynn's clitoris, I put my tongue under and lapped it up. And then I dove in, licking and sucking from my wife's cunt every drop of Ben's tangy deposit. Lynn was incredibly aroused again. She still had her shoulders down on the bed, but she was pushing back and up to give me access to her deepest recesses. Her hips were undulating again and I could hear her moaning in the sheets. I imagined that she was clenching the sheets in her fists, but my vision was (wonderfully) occluded. I rose up and lined my pulsating cock up with Lynn's trembling cunt and then I pounded into her in one hard, gloriously long thrust. She let out a scream but it was obviously a scream extreme pleasure. To tell the truth, I wasn't thinking much about her pleasure right then. I needed to slam her sloppy cunt hard for my own pleasure. I liked it, of course, that this worked well for her. But I was selfishly aiming only at my own pleasure. Just as Ben had a few moments ago, but perhaps with somewhat more force, I gripped Lynn's round hips and pulled her on and off of my ramrod. I could tell that I wasn't going to last long. I'd been teetering on the edge of an orgasm—sometimes closer, sometimes further away—since this scene started. I had no interest in dragging it out. I wanted to cum, hard and fast, deep in Lynn's cunt—a cunt I'd just cleaned to accept my deposit. Fortunately, Lynn was in no mood for a long lead-up either. Within a couple of minutes, my cock was exploding in Lynn's pussy. Throughout my orgasm, I clenched her hips tightly while I pumped her full of my cream. I had enough awareness—but only just enough—to know that Lynn had a crashing orgasm at the same time. We collapsed on the bed and rolled on our sides with my cock still planted deeply in her cunt and my hands still clamped to her hips, pulling her to me. I was still pressing hard into Lynn; it was as if I wanted to make sure that I planted every last seed as deeply as possible in her. Not surprisingly, Ben recovered first. I saw him get up and leave the room. When he came back a few minutes later, he had more wine for all of us and his chatter—irritating at first—roused Lynn and me. It was only then that my now limp dick slipped from Lynn's snatch. The three of us sat up in bed, drinking our wine and commenting on how hot our sex session had been. It was only about 9:30, I realized. There was plenty of night before us. Lynn suggested that we shower and then get in the hot tub. It was a good suggestion. We had a relaxing couple of hours—with a lot of charged talk and some petting and teasing—before heading back to bed, armed with refilled glasses of wine, to watch Jay Leno's monologue before getting back to some action. Between the relaxation of my multiple orgasms, the heat of the Jacuzzi, and too much wine, I was really blitzed by that time. I assumed that Ben and Lynn were in the same state but I hadn't really paid any attention to how much they'd been drinking. Later, I came to suspect that Lynn had been pouring a bit more wine for me than for her and Ben. She had plans and they involved me being relaxed and compliant. To tell the truth, I could have just fallen asleep at that point. We could have all just drifted off in bed together after the Tonight Show monologue like an old married couple—well, trio—for all I really cared. But Lynn slid down in bed and began sucking my cock and I was soon up for more action (literally). She can be pretty convincing when she wants to be. After she had me seething with desire again, she wanted me to roll on top of her. She usually doesn't like giving head like this. She feels like she's not in control and it's more like I'm fucking her mouth than that she'd giving me a blow job. But that's what she wanted now, and I wasn't about to deny her. So, I got up on my hands and knees and Lynn positioned herself under me, with her chest between my knees. She worked my cock with her mouth and hands and fondled my balls with uncommon enthusiasm. And then she started to play with my asshole. First she just dragged her fingernail lightly across my butthole. That made me twitch and jerk from the uncommon sensation. Then, still working my cock with her lips and tongue, Lynn began probing my ass with her fingers. I felt first one finger, then two, begin working in and out of my ass—massaging me and opening me up. It felt good. The ass is a very sensitive and erogenous place. In the passion of the moment, I'd completely forgotten about Ben. I remembered him when I felt his hands on my hips as he crawled behind me. It was only then that I understood what this was all about. This explained the quickly cut-off conversation between Lynn an Ben in the hot tub when I returned from filling our glasses—though I didn't make that connection until the next day when I was sober. Ben put his knees between my knees and Lynn's chest and positioned himself close behind me. I felt him smear lube between my cheeks. His fingers replaced Lynn's in my ass as he lubed me inside, too. All the while, Lynn lips were massaging my cock, which was growing even harder from the anal stimulation. Lynn and Ben had set this up, obviously. But it wasn't as if I was being forced, or even manipulated—except literally, of course. I could have stopped it at any moment. I knew that. It wouldn't have been a problem; it wouldn't have even been especially awkward. But I didn't stop it. I knelt there feeling Ben probe my ass with his fingers, one, and then two. And then Lynn stopped. Jesus! Suddenly her mouth wasn't on my cock any more. The disappointment of her taking her sweet mouth away from my eager cock wasn't made up for by the feeling of her soft hand on my cock—as good as that felt. When Lynn had moved up so that her face was right under mine, she used one hand to pull my head so that I was looking directly at her. She was very beautiful; I could see the passion in her eyes and I wanted her terribly. I wanted to fuck her or explode in her mouth. But that wasn't going to happen right now. Instead, I felt Ben's fingers leave my ass. This was followed by the dull pressure of his cock against my anal sphincter. I looked away from Lynn and closed my eyes but she quickly pulled my head back so I was looking at her. When I opened my eyes, she mouthed the words, "I love you." And that was written even more emphatically on her face. I knew, then, that I wasn't to close my eyes or look away. So, I was staring into the gorgeous face of the only woman I've ever really loved as I felt Ben gently but insistently press his hard cock into my virgin ass. There was a little discomfort as I opened up to him, but it didn't really hurt. And once I was fully impaled by Ben's shaft, it felt wonderful. There was that rhythmic pressure on the prostate as he fucked me. I'd heard about how that felt, and the reports didn't do it justice. But there was also the sense of being filled up with his hot and hungry cock. That felt terrific, too. My First Threesome Ch. 03 And one more thing. As Ben worked into an ever-quickening tempo, I could sense his excitement—his desire. I was filled with that same sense of power that I'd had when I gave Ben a blow job on his couch. I felt that power that women feel when they completely control the pleasure of a man. And that led me to rear back onto Ben's cock, meeting his thrusts eagerly. All this time, Lynn was looking at me. My eyes were directed at her, too, but I wasn't always concentrating on her. Sometimes the intense sensation of Ben fucking my ass was all that I could hold in my consciousness. I'm sure Lynn could tell when she was getting only a glazed look from me. And I don't think she minded at all. In fact, I think that was precisely what she was hoping to see when she moved up so that she could watch my face as I took my first cock in my ass. Lynn began jacking my cock in earnest now. She wanted me to shoot my load. I had no ability to hold back, even if I'd wanted to. As my orgasm came to a crest, my hips spasmed uncontrollably and I could feel my ass clenching on Ben's rod. I shot ribbon after ribbon of cum on Lynn's belly. Ben's pounding on my prostate provided the pressure for a jet-propelled ejaculation. It was incredibly intense. As my orgasm subsided, Ben slowed his thrusting to a very gentle pace. I suppose this took some considerable self-control. I'm betting he wanted, at that moment, to keep thrusting hard and fill me with his jism. But he was being considerate. For a few minutes, I just floated in ecstasy. I suppose at first I would have very much liked to just roll over and go to sleep. But Lynn pulled my head down to her and kissed me, first tenderly and then with increasing passion. Ben's gentle massaging of my ass began to pick up in tempo. And then it was my turn to be considerate. I pushed myself back up to my hands and knees, even though that took my lips away from Lynn's. I had a mission. I was going to fuck Ben's cock like it had never been fucked before. I began to thrust back in sync with Ben's thrusting. He realized at once that I was back to consciousness and he knew that, even though my need for my own orgasm had been sated, I needed his orgasm now. It was as if a car that had been idling was brought slowly but forcefully up to full throttle. Ben held my hips tightly and worked his cock in and out of my ass with every-quickening thrusts. For my part, I pushed back to meet him, and I found myself moaning out loud. My moans and 'oh, my God's weren't for show. I was consumed with a different kind of passion than I'd felt when Lynn had brought me to my own orgasm. It was different, but it was no less intense in its own way. Ben was building to his orgasm. I wasn't saying anything out loud but I heard my internal dialogue very clearly. I was saying, "Oh, my God"...well, I said that part out loud..."Oh, my God, fuck me...fuck me...I want your cum...please give me your cum...Oh, my God." Over and over again. Though Ben couldn't hear my pleading, he felt me urging him to a climax. When he came, it was explosive. He roared and clenched my hips so that he could bury his seed deep in my loins. I felt him pump and pump, shot after shot of cum deep in my bowels. I had no idea that being fucked in the ass could feel so wonderful. When Ben ceased his thrusting, I gently milked his cock with my ass, squeezing tightly as I moved off his softening cock and relaxing as I pushed back. I was using my ass muscles to coax every last drop of his cum into my rectum. I don't know why I wanted this so much; but I did. Sometimes it doesn't matter whether you understand why you want something. It's enough that you do. When Ben was completely spent, he collapsed on me and then to the side. I collapsed on to Lynn. You know how a guy usually tries to keep his full weight off of a woman? I was too exhausted to even think about that. I was just lying on her, full force. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, Lynn seemed extraordinarily happy for being the only person in the room who hadn't just had an orgasm. At some point, I rolled off of Lynn and fell asleep. I didn't sleep all that soundly. I woke up a few times. Each time I did, I replayed the night's final scene in my mind and, when I did, I clenched my ass and thought about Ben's cum still buried deep in me. Then I'd drift off again for a few hours. One of the times I woke, I reached out and caressed Lynn. She was awake, too. We fondled each other for a while and then, she turned to me, kissed me, and said, "I love you so much!" And I told her I loved her too. It was in incredibly intimate moment between us, not in the least diminished by the presence of another person, now sleeping soundly, in our marital bed. My First Threesome Leads To More Two days after our evening with Tom he phoned. He had spoken with his lady friend – Lisa, according to him after he told her of his experience with us she was very keen for the four of us to get together. Tom told me he had met her when working at her house, she was quite wealthy, married and basically sex mad. After checking with Tony I called Tom back and we arranged for them to visit the following Saturday evening. Tony was really turned on with the prospect of watching me and Lisa together, I admitted to him that it would be something I would like to try, truthfully just the thought of getting fucked by Tom again would have done for me. I asked Tony if the thought of fucking another woman turned him on also. "If she's anything like Tom has described her you should be in for one helluva night" I grinned. "Of course it does, what man wouldn't if he was given the chance but I would be more than happy just seeing you and her together" he answered. Liar!…I thought to myself. I spent a long time getting ready Saturday afternoon, I went through my wardrobe several times trying on different outfits. I wanted to look sexy yet not blatantly too revealing, after all…I had no idea what Lisa would be wearing, this was our first meeting, maybe we wouldn't get on…maybe Tom had gone a bit 'over the top' with his description of her. I eventually chose a black mid thigh length dress, it was fairly low cut – enough to show a modest cleavage, I wore black hold ups but did not bother with a bra. I fixed my hair up and applied my make up. Looking at myself in the mirror I thought I had achieved the 'right' look, sexy yet sophisticated. When the door bell rang both I must admit to being nervous, more so than when we arranged to get Tom over. Tonight it was different, there was to be another woman, another woman to share the two men who had fucked me so good the previous week. Tony and I answered it, with introductions, polite handshakes and kissed cheeks over we went into the lounge I had to admit to myself that Lisa was truly a stunning lady, extremely beautiful and very classy looking. I would have put her age to be early forty's, she had blonde hair and her body…well, as I said she was gorgeous! She was wearing a designer dress that must have cost a fortune and her jewellery; they just had to be real diamonds! Tony fixed the drinks; Lisa asked if she could freshen up. Taking the opportunity to have a 'girly' talk with her alone I said I would show her the way, I took her to the bathroom off our bedroom. She did not waste any time getting to the point "As soon as Tom told me of his night he spent with you and Tony I just had to meet you both" she told me. "You and Tony, have you done this before…swinging I mean?" she smiled as she sat down on the edge of our bed. "No…Tom was our first experience" I answered, I was a bit taken back with her open attitude, she patted the side of the bed next to her, "Come…sit down Pam, let's talk" she smiled. I sat next to her, "Tom's a stud isn't he, tell me Pam…Tony, is he good? He certainly looks handsome, why did a lovely couple like you want to share yourselves with others, is it because Tony does not satisfy you?" she asked. "No Lisa…it's not that Tony doesn't satisfy me", I replied, "He's good…very good in fact, it's only about us both having fun, nothing more than that!" Lisa must have detected the sarcasm in my reply, "I'm sorry Pam, it's just that I got involved with another couple once before, they were about your age, she was a bit nervous but everything seemed fine until, well…you know! She freaked out when her husband began to have sex with me, it turned out that he had pressurised her into taking part, I felt awfully embarrassed, it was a terrible experience for her and me" Lisa took hold of my hand and smiled "I think it's much better to talk about things beforehand Pam, if there are any ground rules, any boundaries that should not be crossed, likes or dislikes, whatever…" "Believe me Lisa, Tony and I have discussed everything in detail, with us it is totally about having fun; I've already told you, it's nothing more than that. I understand what you're saying, it must have been terrible for that other woman being forced into something that she didn't want but, no…that won't happen tonight I can assure you. As for ground rules apart from Tony being totally straight as far as we're concerned, anything goes! Ok with you?" I smiled back. "Great! I was hoping you would say that" Lisa grinned. It was my time to question her. "Tom told me that you are married, does your husband know what you get up to?" I asked. She told me her husband was the same age as Tom. "The thing is Pam; he's not interested in sex any more. He knows what I get up to and as long as I'm discreet and I'm there for him, well…it doesn't bother him" She stood up, "You know Pam, I feel a bit overdressed, I wish I'd bought something a bit more sexy to wear but it was difficult not knowing how things would turn out having not met before" "Yes, I had the same thoughts" I replied, "Tell you what, I have some sexy outfits, what do you say…shall we give them a treat" I giggled. We picked out a few items, I watched as Lisa stripped off her dress, she had a fantastic body; her tan was all over – no bikini lines! Her tits were firm and fairly large, she noticed me looking, cupping her tits in her hands she said "I had these done two years ago, what do you think of them?" "Really? I couldn't tell…they look great!" I replied as I too slipped from my dress. "Wow…nice nipples Pam, I wish mine were as big as yours" she grinned as she reached out and gently tweaked a nipple between her slender fingers. A shiver went through my body as she touched my tit, we both stood facing each other, both of us naked apart from only wearing black stockings and tiny panties, for a few seconds we looked each other deep in the eyes until a knock on the door snapped me from my trance like state. It was Tony, "Are you two going to be much longer?" He called out, "Tom and I are lonely" he joked. "Give us five minutes darling" I answered. Lisa lowered her head and gently flicked her tongue over a nipple again making me tremble, "We're going to have a great night Pam, I just know we are!" she smiled. Minutes later we were ready to return downstairs, Lisa wearing a very sheer knee length dress, her black stockings, suspenders, tiny thong panties all visible through the see through material, a size too small it made her tits strain against the flimsy fabric. Me…I wore black fish net hold-ups, mini skirt and a mesh top, a half cup bra pushed my tits up and my exposed nipples jutted out through the open mesh material, I did not bother with panties. Together, hand in hand and giggling like schoolgirls we went down to rejoin the men. The look on their faces when they saw our new outfits said it all, they both complimented us on our sexy new looks. We sat drinking, chatting, laughing, the conversation soon took on a sexual theme. We all were totally relaxed, it was as if we had known each other for years, Lisa was certainly a very likeable woman who it seemed had no sexual hang-ups whatever. She flirted with both Tom and Tony, I did the same, background smoochy music was playing and it wasn't until we danced that anything sexual started. Lisa partnered Tony, I danced with Tom, I could feel Tom's big dick pressing into me as we danced close, seconds later we were kissing and basically that was the start of it! I glanced across and saw Tony kissing Lisa, he was playing with her tits, I didn't feel at all jealous watching him with her – I had other things on my mind! Tom steered me over to the couch and we fell back onto it, as we kissed his hand slid up under my skirt and his fingers easily slipped into my wet cunt. I managed – with a bit of help from him – to get his dick out of his pants, as he fingered me and mauled at my tits I wanked on his dick, it grew hard, Christ it felt good having it in my hand again. I saw Tony and Lisa lying on the floor; she had his dick out and was sucking on it as his fingers played with her pussy and cunt. For ten minutes Tom continued to play with and explore my body, I wanted to suck on his dick but for now had to be content with wanking on it as we lay together on the couch. I could hear moans coming from Tony and Lisa as they rolled about on the floor. Tom stood and stripped off his clothes, his hard dick stood out nicely just waiting for a mouth – my mouth to suck it, he pulled me up from the couch, pulled my top off over my head, I slipped out of my skirt and kicked it away then putting his hands on my shoulders he pushed me down and made me kneel in front of him. I took hold of his dick and began to lick and kiss it; he held my head as I took as much as I could manage into my mouth, fucking hell it was huge and hard! Tony and Lisa joined us, she too knelt on the floor next to me and as I sucked on Tom's dick she did the same for Tony. She too was naked now apart from her stockings and suspender belt. Tony fucked her mouth deep, right up to his balls, I saw her grip his ass as she deep throated him, she took his entire dick – no problem! The guy's swapped places, Lisa did a better job taking Tom's dick than I had managed, I heard her splutter a bit but she took most of his dick into her mouth, likewise, I quite easily gave Tony a decent suck. She stopped sucking off Tom, he stood watching as she and I took turns with Tony's dick, both our mouths licked along the length until upon reaching the tip Lisa and I kissed, deeply, passionately, sexily! I felt her hands cup my tits, I did the same to her, seconds later Lisa and I were together on the floor kissing and playing with each others bodies, Tom and Tony sat back on the couch and watched the 'floor show' develop in front of them. I lay back on the floor as Lisa began to trail her kisses lower, from my mouth to my neck, then down to kiss and lick each tit and nipple in turn, then lower…down to my stomach, my navel then down, kissing and licking over my smooth shaven pussy to my cunt! Oh Fuck! As her lips and tongue made contact with my pussy lips I convulsed, my whole body trembled and shook, I arched my back off the floor and pushed my pussy forward as her tongue slid inside my cunt. I was in ecstasy…I cannot truly describe the feeling, never before had I achieved such an orgasm from just being licked out! She easily slid two, then three fingers into my juicy, wet cunt, as she fingered my cunt she licked and kissed around my pussy, her tongue licked around my tight asshole, she rubbed her finger from my cunt along my crack to my asshole and then ever so gently and tenderly she slowly slid her finger inside. The way she did it - it didn't hurt at all, she lubricated her finger with my juices, I moaned loudly as she went from my cunt to my asshole in turn. This was a form of love making I had never experienced in my life; I guess it was just being with another woman, she knew what she liked, how she preferred to be treated, when to be gentle, when to be forceful, she simply used that same technique on me! I wanted to try it on her, swivelling around we got into the 69 position with Lisa straddling me on top; her pussy hovered above my face invitingly. I lapped at her pussy with my tongue, her pussy was shaved smooth apart from a thin strip of hair above her cunt – a 'Brazilian' I think they call it. As I dipped my tongue inside her juicy cunt I spread her pussy lips open with my fingers. As Lisa did to me I too licked along the crack of her ass to her asshole, Just over a week ago, if someone had said I'd be here now, licking another woman's asshole I would have thought them to be mad…Totally insane! Yet here I was, doing just that and thoroughly enjoying it! I was so absorbed in what I was doing, what Lisa was doing to me – I'd completely forgotten about the guy's. The pleasure Lisa was giving to me, I didn't want it to end – at least, not yet! I looked up and saw Tony standing over me, I watched as he knelt down and as I licked at Lisa's pussy he took hold of his dick and rubbed it over her cunt. I saw it enter her, as he partly pulled out I licked along his dick, licking her juices off it, then pulling out of her he slid his dick deep into my mouth, fucking it as he fingered her. I felt Tom's big dick slide into my own cunt, moaning loudly as it went in deep, I guessed Lisa was doing the same as me – licking and sucking him as every now and then he withdrew it before sliding it back in. What was happening was truly erotic and sensual! We carried on this way for quite a while; it seemed everyone was enjoying it too much to stop though eventually we did. With Tom lying back on the floor Lisa straddled him, lowering herself down she impaled herself on his massive dick, she leant forwards offering her tits to his mouth for him to suck on as she rode his dick. I positioned myself next to her on all fours, Tony fucked me 'doggie style' his balls slapping against me as he pounded his dick into my cunt. He leant across and spitting on a finger he poked her asshole as she bounced up and down. Pulling his dick out of my cunt he positioned himself behind them, I saw Lisa lower herself down onto Tom's chest slightly raising her ass as she did. Tony took hold of his dick and I watched him attempt to enter her asshole, I watched him spit on his hand and lubricate the tip of his dick, again he tried and this time I saw it go in. Lisa let out a big moan as Tony slowly slid his dick into her asshole, both Lisa and Tom stayed still until Tony had fully entered her then the two of them began pumping their dicks into her, harder, deeper! Lisa moaned and cried out – not in pain – Pleasure! She vocally urged them on, I sat and watched, not jealous but very envious of her being able to take both of them, it looked good! As I fingered my pussy I decided that I wanted to 'give it a go' maybe not tonight but definitely in the future I thought. As it turned out Lisa made the decision as to 'when' for me. "Ok guys, Pam's turn I think" she said as she untangled herself from Tony and Tom, "Oh no…Lisa, I don't think so…I don't think I could, I mean…it might hurt!" I feebly mumbled. "Nonsense Pam, if they take it gently you will be fine, trust me" she smiled. "Do you have any baby oil Pam?" she asked, I told her I had some on my dressing table upstairs, she asked Tony to fetch it. As Tom lay on the floor I went to him, I positioned myself over him and as I lowered myself downwards she held his dick and guided it into my cunt. I sunk down, slowly, inch by inch until his dick was buried deep inside me; it felt nice, very nice! Lisa put her hand on my shoulders and urged me forwards until my tits were squashed tight against Tom's chest, we kissed. I heard Tony return and felt the oil being poured over my ass, then fingers – Lisa's fingers gently rubbing around and probing my asshole. Tom and I continued to kiss; I stayed motionless, impaled on his hard dick as Lisa's fingers worked there way into my now loosening up asshole. She took it slowly, using the oil as a lubricant it didn't hurt at all, the feeling I was experiencing was pure pleasure. I heard Lisa telling Tony to take it slow, "Be gentle Tony, don't hurt her" she said. I felt Tony's dick push against my asshole and immediately tensed up, "Relax Pam…just breathe normal, trust me!" Lisa told me as she used more oil. Again I felt Tony's dick push forward then it went in, I groaned out loud, Christ!…it went in more, slowly I could feel Tony's dick sliding in, he pulled out a bit then slid it in again, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust. It surprised me but it didn't hurt too much, I just had this terrific feeling of being over filled. It didn't take long for my asshole to loosen up, it gripped Tony's dick as he pumped it in. Soon both he and Tom were able to fuck me in rhythm; I was now the filling of their sandwich! Lisa played with my tits as I raised myself up from Tom's chest, her hands were still coated with oil and her oily fingers tweaking my nipples felt great. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, we were all moaning out, talking dirty, urging each other on. Christ!...what a feeling, I had never before experienced anything like it. I didn't want it to end but after a few minutes I heard Tony say he was almost ready to cum, I felt him pull his dick from my asshole. As I raised myself up off Tom's dick Lisa pulled me over to her, she laid me back on the floor and poured oil – lots of it over my chest, massaging it in to my tits. We rolled on the floor kissing, I wasn't aware of anything until I looked up and saw both Tom and Tony standing over us, both wanking on their dicks as they watched us. Lisa and I lay together as they unloaded their cum over us, our faces and tits were splattered with their hot, sticky cum as stream after stream shot out. Their aim was spot on target, as Lisa and I kissed we tasted it, licking cum off each others faces with our tongues, rubbing it into each others tits. Tom and Tony knelt beside us, I sucked the last drops of cum from Tom's dick, Lisa did the same for Tony. We were both sweaty and sticky with cum and oil, I needed to freshen up desperately! Lisa and I went up to the bathroom, seconds later we were in the shower soaping and playing with each other, giggling like two schoolgirls we rubbed our soapy hands over each others tits and pussy's as the warm water cascaded down. It was such an erotic feeling being there with another woman, really sensual! We dried each other, put on towelling robes and returned to the guy's. With background music playing we sat drinking wine, talking – me, I was snuggled up with Tony on one couch, Lisa with Tom on the other. It was getting late, I felt absolutely exhausted but truly contented. Everything felt right, "I'm really glad I met you both" Lisa said, "Do you think we might remain friends Pam?" "I would like that Lisa" turning to Tony I smiled, "I think Tony would like that too – Am I right honey?" Tony grinned "Definitely!" he replied. "You know Lisa, first getting together with Tom, then meeting you…well, what can I say, it's been great! Of course we want to remain friends" I told her. "Pam, I've been thinking…maybe it's not for you and Tony but, well…there is this club I know, it is very exclusive, everyone gets vetted before they are accepted for membership, if you fancied it I could take you as my guests. Don't give me an answer now, have a think about it later, discuss it between yourselves, I'll give you a call and if you two are 'up for it' well, the four of us could go" "What sort of club Lisa, do you mean a sex club? I thought the only people who went to those sort of places were, well…you know, dirty old men and perverts – no offence guy's" I grinned. "As I said Pam, this is an exclusive club, I've seen some very well known faces there in the past, I've only been there a few times but I can honestly say I've had some great experiences there, think about it! Now…it's getting late and I don't know about you Pam but I always sleep better when I've got a cunt full of cum, just time for a quickie, what do you say?" she laughed. Tony and Tom fucked us both, swapping partners until both Lisa and I received what she asked for – cunts full of cum! I slept well that night; I thought of and dreamed about Lisa's offer. The next day both Tony and I agreed we would accept the invitation. Lisa phoned midweek, we spent ages chatting and was delighted when I told her Tony and I wanted to go with her and Tom to the 'club'. I asked her what exactly went on there. "Basically Pam whatever you want to do is ok, there are no set limits but there is one big rule – the word no is paramount, if you don't want to take part in anything or if someone tries it on and you don't want to get involved with them tell them, say no! No one will ever try to force you to do anything you don't want to do; if that ever happens they will be told to leave. Believe me Pam, the guys there are gentlemen, if you and Tony want to stay together and just take in what's going on, fine! Trust me Pam, you will have a great time whatever happens, just go with an open mind." My First Threesome Leads To More She said she would get it arranged for the following Saturday evening, "We'll take my car" she said, "Tom and I will pick you up about 8ish." 30 minutes later she called back, "Pam, this Saturday they are having a theme night, they are asking the ladies to dress as schoolgirls, you know the 'St Trinians' look. Do you have anything suitable?" she asked. I told her I did, "Oh…great! One more thing, don't worry about anyone seeing you dressed up, the car park is secluded" she giggled. That night when I told Tony about the theme night at the club his face lit up, "I can't wait" he grinned. I felt excited but nervous as we waited for Lisa to arrive; butterflies were fluttering in my stomach. Tony thought my outfit looked great, fishnet black hold-ups, my short pleated skirt, plain white school type blouse, tie and bottle green blazer. My hair I'd fixed in bunches to add to the young, schoolgirl look. The tops of my fishnets were visible, I wore white, thong panties and a white half cup bra which made sure my nipples were evident as they jutted out through my tight blouse. I definitely looked the part. I was a bit worried about walking out to Lisa's car, what if a neighbour saw me dressed this way but then thought – 'What if they do, who cares!' Tony answered the door, when Lisa saw my outfit she complimented me. "Wow…you look great Pam!" She too looked good, she wore a similar outfit to mine but instead of stockings she had on a pair of white knee length socks, her white shirt was semi see through and she had not bothered with a bra, her firm tits stretched the material, straining the buttons. We had a quick glass of wine and then left for the club which was in a quiet, very secluded part of town, Lisa had a Jaguar coupe, Tom drove. When we arrived a man was at the gate, "Good evening Mrs James" he said to Lisa as he let us into the car park through a big pair of locked gates. The outside of the building looked drab and dirty but the car park was filled with some rather expensive cars. Another man opened a door and he too greeted Lisa, she seemed to be well known here. "Hi Lisa, nice to see you" he said, "Good evening Jimmy, you already know Tom, and these nice people are Pam and Tony, good friends of mine…" We walked from the darkness of outside into a brightly lit foyer, very plush indeed! A big coloured guy, Frank – the manager I found out later – greeted Lisa who again introduced us, Lisa took him to one side and they talked, I couldn't hear their conversation. He ushered us into a big, discreetly lit room. There was a small bar area, a stage and dance floor and a dozen or so large comfy looking couches scattered around. There were probably twenty or thirty people there, some standing in groups chatting; others were sat on the couches in twos or threes. I looked around, I noticed a guy I had seen on the local TV, a presenter. Lisa quietly pointed out a politician, a fairly well known musician and a few lesser well known 'celebrities', there was even a quite high up policeman! All the women had gone along with the set theme, I did not feel so conspicuous now, my outfit was tame compared to some! I noticed one woman who was dripping with gold and diamond jewellery, she looked quite comical in her schoolgirl getup, the thing was she must have been in her 60's, overweight but had a very young looking 'toy boy' in tow, I bet he hoped there would be a bit of swapping tonight I thought with a chuckle. We sat at a table, the barman bought over a bottle of champagne in a silver ice bucket, we stayed together in our group of four for thirty minutes or so until Lisa spotted someone she knew "Pam, I'll be back soon, I won't be long" and she and Tom left us, I watched as they went over to a couple, they all kissed and hugged. Moments later we were joined by another couple, "Hi, we haven't seen you here before…First time?" The guy asked. They were probably mid thirties, he was quite good looking, his partner / wife was rather plain but still sexy looking in her schoolgirl get up. "Yes, it is" we answered, "We saw you with Lisa, are you friends of hers?" she asked. We told we were, "My name's Jim, this is my wife Angie" The guy said, we introduced ourselves and shook hands. "Quite a place isn't it, we were amazed the first time we came here" Jim said, Angie smiled and added, "It's early yet, but once the show gets under way things will hot up, it really starts to swing then" "Show? I…we, never knew there was to be a show, is that a regular thing? what kind of show?" I enquired "Oh it's brilliant, you'll love it" Angie said, "Normally there are three or four guys and a couple of girls on the stage, the things they get up to…Wow…I'll tell you Pam, it really turned me on when I first watched them, up till then I'd never seen anything quite like it before except on video that is, didn't Lisa mention the entertainment?" Just then the lights dimmed, a spotlight lit up the stage area, and I was surprised when I saw Lisa get up on to the stage. "Ladies…Gentlemen, please!" she said getting their attention. "Before tonight's entertainment begins I would like to introduce you to a new couple, they are friends of mine, good friends – Pam and Tony" All of a sudden our table was lit up in a spotlight. "It's their first night here and I would like you all to make them feel at home and welcome" she continued as people started clapping and shouting out 'hello's' "I expect most of you men have already noticed that Pam is a very sexy lady, she certainly looks the part in her outfit…and I can assure you ladies that Tony is…well, how can I put it… let's just say if you get a chance to meet him you won't be disappointed! I wasn't!" Again there was laughter, clapping and shouting out. Lisa then added jokingly, "Oh…and as for you donkey" she said, pointing to a coloured guy, "You take it easy tonight big boy!" More laughter! As Lisa left the stage the lights dimmed a bit, she and Tom came over to join us. "I hope I didn't embarrass you Pam" she smiled as she sat down next to me, "At least now everyone knows you are special friends of mine" "No, you didn't embarrass me…but I'm a bit puzzled, you seem to be very well known here Lisa, you must be one of the regulars but you told me before that you had only been here a few times" "I've got a confession to make Pam, It's my club, I own it but I leave the general running of things to Frank, I should have told you but, well…I wanted it to be a surprise!" She went on to tell us how she bought the place two years before, downstairs there were six different theme areas, upstairs several rooms set aside for more private use. The lights dimmed further and the curtains on the stage parted, two girls began their strip tease routine, as they stripped they played with each others bodies. They were both blondes, very beautiful and very young, after ten minutes two guy's joined them, soon the girls had them naked and all four writhed about on the floor. They sucked, licked, played with each other; it wasn't long till the guys were fucking the girls in various positions. I could see things were hotting up with some of the guests, some men were now openly playing with their partners, women had their tits out, one guy was getting a blowjob, yes…things were certainly getting started! Lisa looked at me and smiled, at the same time she put her hand on my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, she left her hand on my thigh and as she watched the show her hand stroked over my thigh, slowly moving higher. When she reached the bare skin above my stocking tops I couldn't help but let out a sigh, a shiver ran through my body and I opened my legs a bit wider as I felt a finger brush against my moist pussy. I reached out and quickly slipped my hand under Lisa's short skirt, I moved her panties aside and began to finger her also. Both Tony and Tom were oblivious as to what we were doing to each other; they were totally engrossed in what was taking place on the stage. Another man – the coloured guy Lisa had refereed to as 'Donkey' joined them, he was naked apart from a loin cloth, when that was removed I could see how he had acquired his nickname. He was massive, Christ!...his dick must have been at least 15 inches long, it just hung down like a mahogany truncheon, I would have thought four women could easily get their hands on it at the same time. He lay back on the floor of the stage, he held his dick, it stood up, erect! Two of the other guys picked up a girl, they held her legs and arms as they positioned her over his dick, then slowly they began to lower her down onto it. She cried out as inch by inch it entered her, they held her legs wide open, lifting her and lowering her, each time she took more of his dick into her cunt. Both Lisa and I were getting turned on by what we were watching, I couldn't help myself, I moaned out loudly as her fingers poked deep into my juicy, wet cunt, I did the same to her as we got each other off! I don't know how she managed it but the young girl took the entire length of his dick inside her, as I watched her being bounced on his dick by the two guy's, she sucked their dicks, she went from one to the other. The other girl was being double fucked by the other two guys, Christ! It was true what that Angie woman had said – it was quite a show! It went on for about twenty more minutes, culminating in the two girls getting plastered with the five men's cum. I could see several couples and one or two threesomes having sex, one girl was sucking off a guy, most of the women were in some form of undress, I guess our group was one of the only ones not indulging in a sex act, well…apart from me and Lisa playing with each other that is! When the lights were brightened people started to wander off, Lisa leaned over and kissed me, "Wait here Pam, I won't be long" she said, moments later she was back along with the two girls who had been on the stage, seeing them close up, they looked remarkably alike, they both wore long, white chiffon robes, their naked bodies visible through the sheer flimsy material. "Tony…Tom, these gorgeous creatures are Sally and Jill, they are sisters, I've told them all about you two, Sally and Jill would love to show you the theme areas downstairs" Lisa smiled. Tony turned to look at me as if asking my permission, I could tell by his expression that he wanted me to say yes, seeing me hesitate Lisa quickly added, "Oh, and don't you worry about Pam Tony, I'll take good care of her…I promise" "It's ok Tony, you go and have fun" I told him. I watched as Tony, Tom and the girls left. Lisa took my hand and pulled me from my seat, "Where are we going?" I asked, "Shush…Trust me, I've got something special in mind" she grinned as hand in hand we made our way up the stairs. Lisa opened a door marked 'Private' The room was lavishly decorated, thick, plush carpet on the floor, very nice furniture a small bar and a gigantic bed! "Well, what do you think? This is my private room, no one uses this room but me…and my guests that is!" she grinned. She went to the bar where a bottle of champagne was sitting in an ice bucket, opened it and poured two glasses, she handed one to me. "You seem a bit quiet Pam, don't worry about Tony, he'll have a great time I'm sure, Sally and Jill are, well…very capable girls!" "Oh, I wasn't thinking about Tony, it's just, well…I wish you had told me about all this before" "Why? Would it have changed anything?" Lisa replied, "No, I guess not" I told her. She took my glass and put them on a table, then it seemed the natural thing to do – we kissed. Our tongues explored each others mouths, passionately! Kissing Lisa was not at all like kissing a man, it was more sensual, as we kissed we began to remove each others clothes, we played with each others tits, softly, gently. We stripped off our remaining clothes and fell back on to the huge, soft bed. Again we kissed and as I lay back Lisa repeated what she had done to me the first night we met, she licked and kissed me all over my body. She sucked my nipples up hard, teasing them and ever so gently nibbling at them with her teeth, working her way lower, very slowly until her tongue reached my pussy lips. Her tongue flicked out dipping it's way inside my hot, juicy cunt, again she made my whole body tremble by simply using her tongue, a warm glow spread over me, my breathing became heavy, I pushed my hips forward as she licked me, trying to get as much of her tongue inside me as she could give me. She was literally fucking my cunt with her tongue, Christ it felt good! I lay back panting as she slid back up the bed, when our lips touched I could taste the juices from my own cunt. "I have a surprise for you Pam" she quietly whispered, she reached out and I saw her push a button. We propped ourselves up on pillows against the headboard, she pulled me to her, her arm slipped around my shoulders, her hand cupping a tit. Just then the door opened and in walked 'Donkey' the coloured guy I had seen earlier, the one with the huge dick, he was wearing a robe. He walked over and sat on the bed, my side, Lisa smiled as she spoke "Pam, this is Nathan…Nathan – Pam" Nathan smiled as he said hello…how nice it was to meet me, as he spoke he reached out and placed his hand on my thigh, a shiver ran up my body as he touched my bare skin. Nervously I couldn't help myself, I began to giggle, my mind flashed back to seeing him naked, I pictured his massive dick, I remembered thinking how seemingly impossible it would be to take such a huge dick. Lisa's hand squeezing my tit bought me back to reality. "What's so funny Pam?" Nathan asked, I felt Nathan's hand slide towards my crotch, when his fingers touched my pussy lips I automatically opened my legs, a reflex action; it just seemed like the natural thing to do. His finger's slipped inside my hot cunt as Lisa leaned over and kissed me, "Just relax Pam, Nathan's good, he's the best, he knows exactly how to treat a girl…Trust me!" she quietly said. "But he's so big!" I feebly protested, "Shush…relax…trust me" I saw Nathan stand and slip off his robe, his dick hung down in a semi hard state, he got up on the bed and holding my legs open he went down on me, he buried his face between my legs, using his fingers he spread my pussy lips and his tongue flicked out. Oh shit! He was good, his tongue like his dick was long, and using it like a small penis he licked at my cunt, probing deep inside. I moaned out loudly as he began to use his fingers as well as his tongue, my cunt was so wet and juicy…I opened my legs as wide as I could giving him the opportunity to use more fingers, I wanted more! I moaned and groaned, I urged him on telling him, screaming out loud! It felt as if he had most of his hand inside me, I pushed my cunt forward against his fingers trying to get more of his hand inside, Christ it was good! My whole body felt as if it was on fire, Lisa continued to kiss me and play with my tits, her kisses muffled the moaning I was making. Up till now I hadn't touched Nathan's dick, I felt him withdraw his fingers, he made his way up the bed till he was kneeling beside my head, his hand slowly wanking on his dick. I turned sideways and opened my mouth as Nathan offered his dick for me to suck on. It wasn't that fat; I took a few inches into my mouth and began to suck it – Hard! Now it was his turn to moan as I gave him the best blow job that I could manage. Lisa took up where he had left off licking at my cunt, I had both hands on his dick but still it filled my mouth, trying to be brave I foolishly attempted to deep throat him, as it touched the back of my throat I gagged and spluttered, I felt my eyes water "I heard Lisa telling Nathan I was ready, he positioned himself between my open legs, Lisa watched as he slowly entered me, inch by inch he worked his dick into my cunt. Yes, Lisa was right, he was a considerate lover, it seemed he was trying his best not to hurt me in any way, every time I moaned or cried out he paused, giving me time to relax before going that bit deeper. I contracted my cunt muscles, attempting to grip his dick as he slowly withdrew then re-entered. Again I shook and trembled, a warm glow filled my whole body from head to toe, my cunt felt as if it was on fire. Heaven knows how deep he was inside me, I couldn't see but it felt deeper than I had ever been fucked before. Lisa held me tight, cradling my head in her arms, kissing me passionately, tenderly. Nathan fucked me for about twenty minutes, I felt triumphant when I felt his balls slap up against my ass, and I knew I had managed to take his entire dick, Christ…what a truly fantastic feeling! I felt his dick twitch and throb seconds before he said he was going to cum, I urged him on telling him to fill me, "I want you to cum inside me!" I screamed out loudly. With a big lunge forward that practically stopped me from breathing I felt his cum shoot out, stream after stream, Christ…It seemed to go on and on, every time a spurt shot out his dick twitched and throbbed causing a shiver to run up my body. We rolled over on to our sides, his dick still buried deep inside me. I closed my eyes and lay there as he pulled me close against him, holding me tightly he kissed me for the first time. His dick did not seem to soften that much, eventually I felt him pulling out, as the tip finally emerged so did loads of his cum, I could feel it seeping out, hot and sticky as it ran down my legs. Lisa who had not up till now touched his dick went over to him and began to lick and suck on it, it was still semi hard coated in my juices and his cum, still oozing cum from the tip. I watched her swallow his dick, well…as much as she could manage anyway. I wanted to give her the pleasure she had earlier given me and seconds later I was between her open legs licking out her pussy. Lisa succeeded in getting Nathan hard again, I really expected him to fuck her but no, Lisa insisted tonight was my 'special' night. As Nathan lay back propped up against the pillows I re-enacted the scene I had seen earlier, facing away from him I straddled his legs and taking hold of his dick in my hand I lowered myself down onto it. I lay back with Nathan cupping my tits and rode on his dick, it slid easily into my cum filled cunt this time, Lisa went down and licked his dick and my pussy, lapping up the cum that was squelching out. With his dick still inside me he turned me over so I was in the 'doggie' position, Christ! As he pumped his dick in it went deep…far deeper than I had experienced when he fucked me the other ways. I screamed out and collapsed face down on the bed, Nathan was being urged on by Lisa, I heard her telling him to 'fuck me deeper – harder' gone was his gentleness, I was taking the full length of his dick as he rammed it into my cunt, the strange thing was I didn't feel pain…just pleasure! My cunt was stretched as far as it had ever been, Nathan turned me on to my side and raised my left leg up high so my ankle hooked on his shoulder, using his thumb he roughly rubbed it over my clit bringing me off again, I moaned loudly and Lisa gently stroked my face, wiping the sweat from my forehead. Nathan started to moan, Lisa guessed he was ready to cum, "Not inside her this time Nathan" she told him, "Cum over us, over our faces!" She snuggled up to me, face to face and as we lay together Nathan pulled out and made his way up the bed, he furiously wanked his dick and as he knelt over us, Lisa and I kissed. I heard him groan loudly as the first stream of his hot cum sprayed onto our faces, we opened our mouths just touching tongues with each other as he covered us with his sticky mess. We kissed and licked each others faces, Nathan moved closer so we could both lick and suck his dick, I felt so dirty but ever so satisfied, my pussy was sore and I ached all over but my whole body glowed. I was sweaty and sticky with cum, I lay back totally content with the fucking I had just been given. I looked at the clock next to the bed, 4am, Christ!...It had been 4 hours since I left Tony; I turned to Lisa and told her I'd better go. "You'd better get freshened up first Pam, there's a shower through there" she said, pointing to a door, "Nathan, be a dear and go and find Pam's husband, Tony. Tell him she will be down shortly" Nathan put on his robe and left. I took a quick shower, dried myself and went to get dressed, Lisa handed me a jogging suit, "Take this Pam, you will be more comfortable" She had packed my clothes into a small holdall. "Pam, there is something I want to talk over with you, can we meet for lunch?" I said I'd call her to fix a time. We kissed, "You don't mind if I don't see you out, I think I need a shower too" she grinned, "I've arranged for Tom to drive you home, Pam…before you go…you did enjoy yourself tonight didn't you?" My First Threesome Leads To More "Yes Lisa…I sure did!" I replied. Tony and Tom were waiting for me downstairs, "Pam, I was starting to get worried, we've been waiting for ages" Tony said, "Oh…so I was missed then, what happened to Sally and what's-her-name, had enough of you I expect" I grinned, then added, "Well, did you two have a good time?" Both of them said it had been a great night, "Well darling" I said taking Tony's arm, "You can tell me all about it later, now…Tom, if you don't mind I think I would like to go home" I sat in the back of the car with Tony, I snuggled up against him and rested my head on his shoulder, next thing I knew Tony was waking me, we were home. I said goodnight to Tom and gave him a kiss, promising him I would call. As soon as we were alone in the house Tony kissed me, "Well Pam, I told you I had a great time…you haven't told me anything about what you got up to, are you going to tell me?" "Not tonight Tony, please…I'm totally exhausted, I just want to sleep…can we talk it over tomorrow!" We went to bed, Tony cuddled into me and seconds before I fell asleep he told me "I love you Pam, please…don't ever forget it" There is a part three to this story, as before… if enough people want me to continue with it and have not had enough of Pam's exploits let me know, being a 'two fingered typist' it takes me quite some time, I wouldn't want to think I was wasting my time. I would truly like to thank everyone who sent me such nice messages after part one was published. I received over 30 e-mails the first day – Thank you so much….Pam69 xxx My First Threesome (MMF) Two months before we were to graduate college, my friend Colin and I decided we needed a break. We took off a couple of days from school and headed down for New York City. I had just broken up with my girlfriend of three years and needed to recharge. Colin was much more of a free-spirit. I had never seen him stay with a girl for more than a few weeks. Colin was British and very much had a way with the ladies. He could smooth talk almost any girl out of her panties and often did just that. We couldn't afford a very nice hotel, but got a place in midtown that was clean and had two beds in the room. When we arrived we both felt a buzz of energy from the city. We decided to start the night old school and went out to Old Town Bar where we admired the establishment's history over a few cold drafts and wings. I whined a little about having broken up with my girlfriend and Colin wasn't having any of it. He told me my girlfriend had been uptight and that I needed to fuck a fun girl while we were in the Big Apple. I laughed and said it might be a bit uncomfortable since his bed was just a couple of feet away. Colin said we'd just have to find a couple of girls who weren't shy. "Or..." he paused for effect, "...one girl who is not shy at all." I looked perplexed and he asked if I had ever had a threesome. "Two girls and a guy or two guys and a girl?" I asked. "Two guys and a girl." Colin answered. "Neither." I laughed. "Ok, let's make that our mission tonight." I reminded Colin that I had no game. I hadn't needed any for three years, I rationalized. Colin assured me he had game enough for both of us. He told me we needed to find a girl with low self-esteem, one who needed to get validation from the attention of men. We headed over to a cowboy bar where Pabst Blue Ribbon was $2 a can and girls danced on the bar. The place was packed despite the dive bar surroundings and an unappealing odor. Honky tonk music blared. Colin quickly targeted a group of three girls. The girls all clearly had a buzz going. One was dancing on the bar while the other two cheered her on from below. We moved closer and could hear from their accents they weren't from New York City, but somewhere in the south. When a Lynyrd Skynyrd song finished the girl looked like she wanted to get off the bar, and Colin made a move, holding out his hand for her. She took it as she clambered off and fell into him a little. Colin complemented her on her dancing and introduced himself, then me. The girls were from Tennessee, and like us were in town for the weekend. The dancing girl was Julia. Julia was a 6/10, mainly because she had very big tits which were apparent in the tight t shirt she wore. Julia had reddish brown hair with freckles on an otherwise plain face. She was sweating a little from dancing but seemed happy to chat. One of the other two girls was Katie. Katie was a 7/10. She carried maybe 10 extra pounds, but most of it in a nice round ass, which she showed off in a flowered sundress. Katie had curly black hair that fell into her eyes, big lips and an easy smile. The last girl, Elsa, was a 8/10. She seemed the most sophisticated, wearing all a coral dress that fell just above her knee. She was slim, with a nice tight body. She had blonde hair in a ponytail. She was friendly but seemed slightly wary. Understandably so as every man she met probably wanted to do nasty things to her. Elsa was a hottie and was pretty clearly queen bee of her small group. We bought the girls tequila shots and toasted the city. It was tough to talk but we chatted the girls up a little. Julia slurred her words as she said how much she liked Colin'a accent. Katie made it clear she had a boyfriend, but still wanted to have a fun weekend with the girls. I made an effort to talk to Elsa, but I hadn't got too far when a song came on that Katie said she loved. Colin immediately insisted we all go up and dance, and the girls took his lead. There was no real dance floor, but an area in the middle we moved to. Elsa moved in a sexy rhythm, more dancing with herself than with me. Julia came over and I took her in my arms playfully for a bit. She seemed to be using be for support, apparently having drunk too many shots. Colin was dancing with Katie who seemed to be giving him a vertical lapdance, moving her ass up and down against him. I was thinking that instead of one girl, we might have even more more girls than we needed, but stuck with the plan to let Colin lead. When Julia disappeared to the bathroom, Colin told Katie what a great dancer I was and rather literally passed her over to me. Katie began to give me a similar dirty dance to what she had been giving Colin. My hardened cock slid along her plump ass as Kid Rock screamed on the speakers. Colin, meanwhile, took Elsa by the hand and danced in what looked like a chaste waltz. Elsa seemed like she was a very good dancer, and I watched with admiration as Colin led with confidence. Colin took Elsa to the bar to get another drink and while they were gone Julia came back. She looked a little disheveled, but was still ready to go. She danced with Katie and I and somehow moved Katie out of the way to give me a passionate, messy kiss. I was a little embarrassed as I saw Elsa and Colin had returned and were watching with Katie. Colin handed out the shots, but after we downed them Elsa quickly said she wanted to head back to their hotel and grabbed Julia by the arm in a way that made clear she wasn't leaving her impaired friend to us. Colin graciously thanked the girls for chatting and asked Katie to stay and keep us company. "We'll make sure she gets safely into a taxi." he said, with an especially strong accent. Katie looked suspicious, but Katie was not ready to go, and the music was too loud for a long discussion. Julia out up a little fight, but Elsa was determined to take her away. Julia gave Colin and I a quick kiss, thanking us for the drinks, then the two girls gave Katie and hug and headed out to the night. We kept dancing, but now Katie had both of us to herself. She seemed to enjoy it, teasing us by raising her skirt and baring her legs, then rubbing against one of us while looking the other in the eye. I bought the three of us another round, tipping the waitress generously to prevent her from shaming us with her megaphone fin some way as I had seen her do to many patrons. After a couple more songs Colin suggested we go somewhere quieter and Katie seemed amenable. We walked out into a waiting taxi, and naturally we put Katie in the middle. Colin told the driver to go to out hotel and I looked at Katie to see if she would object. She said nothing just snuggled in between us. Colin ran his hand up her bare leg, raising her skirt a little. "Your skin is so soft...I'd be feeling my legs all day long if I were you." Katie laughed shyly. "Feel how soft her leg is Mark." I put my hand on her other leg, stroking my hand upwards. It really was soft. Katie turned to me and I bent over to kiss her. She was more than ready and returned my kiss aggressively, her tongue probing my mouth. I saw Colin's hand had gone further up her skirt but it looked like her was just teasing her. "Hey, don't leave me out." Colin pleaded with a laugh. Katie giggled and moved away from me, then started to make out with Colin. I lifted her skirt to enjoy a look at her red panties and could see she a little cheek of her generous ass. It felt like she would let us do whatever we wished with her and the thought made me hard as a rock. Without even thinking I took Katie's hand and placed it on my cock. Katie didn't miss a beat as she started stroking my cock through my jeans while she kissed Colin. The taxi driver broke up the fun by arriving at our hotel. He smirked at me as I handed him the cash and Colin and I both escorted our date into the lobby. We ignored the looks of the few people around as we went directly to the elevator. When we got to the room I was ready to jump on her, but Colin played it cool getting us all a drink from the mini-bar. We stood and toasted new friends and drank down the little bottles. I felt a little awkward as I finished my drink wondering how we'd proceed from there but Colin again led the way. He took Katie into his arms and kissed her. At first I just watched, feeling a little left out, then Colin slowly pulled up her skirt, exposing the little red panties covering some of her ample ass. I came up behind her and started to kiss her neck and shoulder, pushing my hardness against her. Katie moaned quietly with the pleasure of two men tending to her and I took this as a signal to push things further. I knelt on the ground behind her and slowly peeled down her panties, kissing each ass cheek while I did so. The panties were soaking wet. Katie continued to make out with Colin, but she lifted each leg as I pulled her panties over her feet. As I stood back up I felt a little dizzy from all the drinks so I sat on the bed and watched. Colin stopped kissing Katie and instead took his finger to her mouth and had her suck it sensually. He thoughtfully told her, "I think you've got poor Mark all worked up. Perhaps you should take care of him." Katie snickered as she turned to look down at me, "Aww, poor Markie. Are you all worked up?" I nodded up at her, and she knelt in front of me, and proceeded to unbutton my jeans and pull out my hard cock. I felt momentarily self-conscious of my friend standing behind her, but lost myself in Katie's eager look as she studied my cock, then teased it by licking it like a lollipop a few times. Finally I couldn't stand the teased so I reached over and pulled her head towards me. She accommodated, taking my cock deep into her throat. I lost myself, no long caring that my friend was a foot away, groaning with pleasure every time Katie bobbed her head. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I saw that Colin was busying himself removing Katie's dress. Katie allowed him to do so while considerately not letting it distract her from the sloppy blow job she was giving me. Katie was now naked and I admired her tits as they jiggled with her movements. I looked up and saw Colin putting a condom on. I softened just a little but Katie was determined. I watched Colin position himself behind Katie, then grab her hips while he pushed himself inside her. Katie yelped a little but did not lose much momentum in her sucking. "That's it." Colin taunted, "such a dirty girl...you take care of us both." Katie was clearly turned on by the scene and by Colin's talk. She nodded a little while she continued to suck. Colin spanked the side of her ass a couple of times. "What would your boyfriend think if he saw you now? Such a dirty slut, couldn't wait to get a cock in her mouth." Katie seemed to murmur agreement but her mouth was full as she bobbed in rhythm with Mark's thrusts into her. She was moaning rather loudly now. I could feel I was going to cum soon. I wondered if Katie would swallow, then had a compulsion to cum on her face. I had never done this before, but it felt right. She really was a dirty girl and I would make her even dirtier. Katie could feel I was getting ready to cum and sped her bobbing. I grabbed Katie's curls with one hand and pulled her head back, freeing my cock. I grabbed my cock with my other hand and aimed it at her mouth. Katie looked a little shocked but as i started to shoot she opened her mouth and did her best to catch my spurts of cum. She looked pretty hot and vert slutty as I watched her lick her lips as I finished, her cheek glazed. Katie was still getting rammed from behind from my friend. Colin fucked her harder now and Katie got louder as her body rocked. Katie grabbed on to my leg as she seemed to cum but Colin kept driving into her. Finally I heard him moan. I tried not to look at him but could see that he had his eyes closed as he slowed his pushes. Katie had managed to satisfy us both and she seemed rather pleased with herself. "Good girl." Colin said as he pulled out and removed the condom. He smacked her bare ass hard, "Now go clean yourself up." Katie obediently excused herself to the bathroom and I thanked Colin for the experience, telling him it was more fun that I thought it would be. He asked if I wanted to fuck her before she left but I said that was enough for tonight. Never one to pass up an opportunity, Colin told Katie she could come back tomorrow if she brought one of her friends. My First Threesome with Two Women Some years ago, my wife and I, who have always brought fantasies into our lovemaking, were in the habit of suggesting people who might be interested in joining in our lovemaking sessions. We had not taken things any further up until then, but had suggested various friends that we both knew and were comfortable with; both men and women. When asked whether she would prefer a man or woman to join us, my wife said that she thought maybe a woman would be the better option for the first time, as it would be a gentler, more romantic experience in her eyes, and would be less likely to lead to any jealous thoughts occurring.( At that time neither of us knew how much enjoyment we would both get from bringing both men and women into our sex lives, with no jealousy on either side; that all being in the future.) We discussed various women friends; one of whom was a clear leader to us both. Her name was Angela; a divorcee who lived around the corner from us; who we'd known for about three years or so, having met down the local pub we all frequented at the time. The three of us got on really well, to the extent that in the past we'd discussed things such as penis size; how large a penis both my wife and Angela preferred; whether they shaved their pubic hair, and similar topics. (Angela stated that she liked to keep a "shaven haven" as she called it.) Although my wife and I both thought that Angela might be interested in joining us, you never really know until the topic is broached. This eventually happened when we were all attending the wedding of the two people who ran the local pub. This resulted in an all day session at the pub, with a band in a marquee later in the evening. The three of us had spent all day in each other's company, and at one point, when were briefly alone, I asked my wife if she thought that this might be an ideal opportunity to broach the subject of Angela joining in with us. My wife was in favour, partly I think because of the amount of alcohol we had all imbibed. This led to me asking Angela a little later if she would be interested. Instead of being shocked, which was my fear, she instead said that she didn't know that we thought of her in that way. She was a little concerned though that we were asking her only because she was living on her own, and had no love life of her own to speak of. I tried my best to reassure her that our motives were only influenced by the fact that as the three of us got on so well, we almost regarded each other as partners in a way, and that both I and my wife actually fancied her, and would love it if she was in fact interested in both of us. If that were the case, we could help each other become even closer than at present, whilst heightening all our sex lives at the same time. While I was talking in this fashion, I had put my hand on Angela's knee, and was slowly rubbing along her leg. As the three of us were sat at a large round table at the far end of the long "lounge bar", with me sitting between the two ladies, I was easily able to put hands on both women's legs at the same time and slowly caress them equally. My wife was also taking part in the conversation, and had reassured Angela that both of us felt the same way towards her, and that she hoped that Angela would join in a session of lovemaking with the two of us, and was really looking forward to the sensation of touching another woman, a new sensation for her. By now my hands had progressed up the legs of both women, jointly caressing them until my hands were just touching both their panties. Angela had opened her legs for me, as had my wife, and they were both smiling at each other and at me as I started to massage the fronts of their pants. By now I had a lovely hard on, and looked down to it to attract both women's eyes to that fact, it raising a nice tented front to my suit trousers. I asked them both, "Why don't you both take your pants off?" to which they looked at each other first, then sort of shrugged and both started to raise their backsides and slip off their pants, putting them into their handbags. I coaxed them to move their chairs closer to me, and when settled raised both their skirts enough to reveal their pussies to my view. Angela did really have a "shaven haven" as she'd said, compared to my wife's pussy which had a strip of pubic hair left above her slit, the rest shaven also. For about thirty minutes I slowly fingered them both, whilst remaining aware of where we were, and careful not to raise any suspicions by my movements. At the same time I kept up a dialogue, asking both women if they were enjoying my ministrations, and suggesting to them what we could all get up to when we went home, the different combinations we could try out to make sure we all enjoyed ourselves to the maximum, whilst putting two, then three fingers into them both, and being rewarded at different times by both of their bodies going rigid with almost explosive orgasms. My only slight regret was that in the situation we were in, it wasn't physically practical for either of them to pull my cock as I would have liked, but I was enjoying what was happening too much to really regret anything, instead looking forward in anticipation to what would happen later. A little while later, the bride and groom started circulating around the pub asking everyone if they'd enjoyed the day, etc. This prompted me to stop what I was doing and dry my hands whilst the women rearranged their skirts, so that nothing was amiss when the hosts came around. We all thanked them for their reception, and the live entertainment provided, and as quite a few people were now leaving , decided to follow suit. We walked arm in arm up the road, until we approached the turn off where Angela lived. She said "Coming back to mine, for a drink?" with a giggle, and led the way to her home. When we got there, Angela fixed us all a drink while I put on some quiet music. My wife and Angela sat on a settee; I sat on a chair facing them. After a while of chit chat, my wife put down her drink and reached over to kiss Angela on the lips( a first for both of them), at the same time undoing Angela's blouse, then her front opening bra, to expose her tits to our view. Whilst kissing her, she caressed Angela's tits fervently; Angela trying her best at the same time to access my wife's tits. My wife rarely wears a bra, and shrugged her top off her shoulders enabling Angela free access to her tits. This made a lovely view for me, with them feeling each others' tits, at the same time slouching slightly down in the settee, their legs opening, giving me another lovely view up both their skirts, revealing their soaking wet pussies once more to me. After a while feeling each other's tits, both women lowered their hands, and raised the skirt of the other, enabling themselves to feel each others' pussies freely. This began with them both rubbing each others' soaking wet slits, before inserting fingers into each other, then masturbating each other vigorously with their fingers, whilst taking it in turns to suck each others' nipples. This was indeed a wonderful sight, which prompted me to release my quivering cock from my trousers so that I could slowly pull it to my hearts' content. I got up from the chair a little while later and walked to the settee. My wife's and Angela's clothes were in total disarray, so I felt I should help them out. I slowly slipped their arms out of their clothing, undid zips, slipped skirts off, removed Angela's bra, being careful not to disturb what was going on between them both. After then removing my clothes, we were all naked. My wife and Angela slid to the floor, still fingering each other. I was stroking them both, kissing their breasts, arms, legs, touching whatever I could reach. This was heaven. Although my wife and Angela were actually making love to each other, I was totally involved, loving every moment of the action. Almost by accident, the two women seemed to have the same idea, and slid around on the floor so that they were in the 69 position. They spent a few seconds looking at each others' open, wet cunts, before starting to lick each other. They both used long, slow movements to lick along the length of each others' cunts, sometimes holding the pussy lips open, savouring the smell and taste of each other. They inserted fingers into each other along the way, and probed each other with fingers and tongues, panting with excitement. I tried my best to help out as well, caressing and kissing Angela's backside, she being the one on top. I parted her bum cheeks, enabling me to see my wife's tongue doing its job on Angela's cunt, then slipped my fingers down, wet them from her cunt juices, and started to slowly insert one finger into Angela's arse, feeling the initial resistance slowly giving way, to press my finger in more deeply until I was fingering her arse at the same time as my wife was fingering and licking her cunt. Angela only took this for a short time before having a massive orgasm, wetting my wife's face beneath her with her cunt juices exploding from her. From then on, things got much better. We all three coaxed scenarios out of each other, some of which we had talked about in the pub while I was fingering both women. Angela was asked if she owned a dildo of any description; she quickly produced a long, thick vibrator "Well used and loved", she assured us. My wife sat on the settee, slouched down to present her pussy invitingly to Angela's tongue and fingers. Angela began again to finger and lick my wife's cunt, by now soaking wet and wide open. My wife switched on the vibrator and began touching her clitoral area with it. I kneeled behind Angela and reached between her legs with one hand to caress her cunt, whilst squeezing her breast with the other hand. I fingered her for a while and decided now was the time for me to really join in the action. Whilst the conversation to now had mainly been grunts, sighs, combined with various "Oohs, Aahs and Yes's", I now asked Angela, "Would you like me to fuck you now?" She immediately replied "Oh, yes please; if that's ok?" directed at my wife. My wife again immediately replied " Fucking right! But don't stop licking!" This was all I needed to hear, my prick was right up against Angela's cunt lips, where I rubbed it up and down, coating its head in her cunt juices, then pressed it firmly into her soaking wet slit. My rampant cock slipped into her as if her cunt was made of warm, wet velvet. I stayed still for a short while, enthralled by the feeling of being imbedded in the cunt of someone I had never fucked before. When I began to move my cock in and out of Angela, I did it slowly, with as much feeling as possible, being in honesty almost overcome with the excitement of the situation. My wife lying back in front of me, vibrator causing her orgasm after orgasm, having her cunt fingered and licked by one of her best friends, while I fucked Angela slowly from behind. I started to increase the rhythm, holding Angela's hips firmly while fucking her now in earnest; ramming my cock into her as hard as I was able. Within a few minutes we were both coming hard; her pushing back onto me; me pushing my cock forward, holding it deep inside her while I almost screamed out loud, spurting into her for what seemed an age as I slowly backed away, my cock slipping wetly out of her. All three of us had come violently; my wife for about the third time, due to her vibrator manipulations, an object I think she has always had a deep affection for. We all sat on the couch and had a drink whilst gently kissing each other. My wife asked me and Angela " Did you both enjoy?" We both agreed that we thought it had been fantastic, and asked her if she'd enjoyed? She replied "You're joking! I think I've ruined Angela's couch, I've come everywhere!" We moved around on the couch so my wife was next to Angela, me sitting the other side of my wife. I started to caress her, and she started also to fondle Angela. She raised one of Angela's legs to enable her to firstly caress Angela's pussy, then started to rub the vibrator up and down Angela's slit, opening it like a flower, albeit a very wet one. This in turn progressed to her inserting the vibrator into Angela, at first slowly, then pumping it faster into her pussy, it becoming wetter and even more open as Angela slid down slightly on the couch to allow the vibrator to penetrate her pussy deeper. At the same time as my wife was caught up in doing this, I had begun to finger my wife's cunt from behind, and as she became wetter and more excited, I raised her outer leg to enable me to get in close behind her and enter her from behind. This worked well also; My wife being fucked from behind whilst wanking off her friend with a vibrator. This really is the stuff that fantasies are made of. I can't describe how exciting it is. The sheer joy of what is taking place, at the same time a sense of everything not being real, that it's part of a dream. I have no doubt that alcohol is a great lubricator, in more ways than one! The position we were now in lasted quite a while, and I think Angela and my wife had come twice before it was my turn to come; ramming my cock as hard as I could into my wife, with a roar of pleasure I threw my spunk into her throbbing cunt; it eagerly soaking up everything thrown at it; she almost screaming in turn as she soaked my balls with her cunt juices. Again the three of us stopped, had a drink, and between feeling each other up gently, discussed what was becoming a fantastic evening. From then on we tried lots of different positions and combinations of licking, wanking, fingering and fucking. I remember the women sitting either side of me at one point, and both licking up and down my rigid cock at the same time, with their tongues sometimes going astray and entering each others' mouths; alternating with taking it in turns to pull my foreskin up and down. The two women took it in turns to sit on my cock whilst I was lying on the floor, the other either sitting on my face, for me to lick them out, or crouching in front of the other, legs apart so the other woman could lick their cunt while being fucked by me. It's surprising how many combinations of licking and fucking there are for three people, and we did our best to try as many as we were able. Eventually the drink and tiredness took its toll and we retreated to Angela's double bed, curled up together and fell asleep. Late the next morning I was woken by Angela licking my cock and balls with great enthusiasm. In fairness it had been quite a while since she'd had a man ( Or a woman for that matter)and she wanted to get the most out of the situation I think. This ended up with me fucking her face to face, with my wife caressing us both, talking to us, encouraging us, telling me that it was ok for me to come inside Angela, as she could wait until later when we'd gone home for her share. Angela and I had a spirited, lovely fucking session, enhanced by my wife's encouragements and fondling. This culminated in two rousing orgasms, which turned out to be the last ones of the morning for us, although my wife had another blasting orgasm courtesy of Angela wanking her to a frazzle with the vibrator "Because I don't want you to go without; besides which, why the fuck not?" After going downstairs, we all had a cup of coffee, kissed each other goodbye, with lots of reassuring each other that it had been a wonderful experience, with hopefully more to follow, all people being willing. Later that night as my wife and I talked in bed about the previous night's escapade, we couldn't help but start caressing each other as we spoke, being extremely turned on by reliving the events. This culminated in another at first slow fuck, then turned hyper, with two screaming orgasms being the end result, this being the normal consequence of us reliving our various encounters. We took Angela to bed with us on two further occasions, with similar ecstatic results. During one of these occasions, we discovered that Angela loved being fucked up the arse; and who am I to deny pleasure to a lady? That however is another story. Angela not long after took up with a new man, and as no further approaches came from Angela afterwards, we thought it better not to take things forward in case her new relationship wasn't up to it. We still stayed the best of friends though, and spent many a marvellous evening down the pub in her, or their company until Angela and he eventually got married and moved house, to accommodate his new job in another country. My wife and I have fabulous memories of Angela, that era being another part of the rich tapestry which has been our sex life.