41 comments/ 98810 views/ 62 favorites Cape Town Threesome - Finally By: ToxTox777 I cannot explain why the idea of sharing my wife turns me on so much. I am not much of a psychologist, but maybe it has to do with self-worth, in the sense that if she is fucked by another man then she is highly desirable; my pleasure comes from the fact that she is mine. All I know is, I desired her the most the night I saw the image of another man's pleasure in her eyes. In return, she was happiest when she saw an image of her new self in my eyes, a sexually charged, totally desirable, and absolutely amazing woman. Melanie and I had been married for twelve years. Sex between us was average, as is the case with most long-time married couples. Our union started great but over the years had become tinted with boredom and routine. Nevertheless, we loved each other dearly. I had always suspected a sense of low self-esteem, revealing itself in a passive sexual life, was deeply entrenched in her subconscious. One day we went on Holiday to Cape Town. We booked a two bedroom apartment in Camps bay we planned to share with my best friend Carl and his new girlfriend, but one day before we flew down, they had a major fight and broke the whole thing off. Carl was devastated. He wanted to cancel the trip, but Melanie and I were looking forward to this break. I tried to change his mind but he wouldn't budge. I gathered it would take a lot to persuade him, so I decided to play on his weakness. "You know Carl, Cape Town is full of stunning girls." "Yes I know. But I don't want to be a third wheel." "Nonsense, we are all good friends and I am sure we will have great fun." "Holiday without a girl would not be fun. I will be too depressed. Besides I cannot go few days without seeing a naked girl!" He chuckled. I gathered it would be a mission to change his mind, so I raised the stakes. "If you come with us I promise you we visit Sandy beach." Both Melanie and Carl raised their heads with astonishment. Sandy beach is a nude beach south of Cape Town, one of few beaches in South Africa where bathing naked is allowed. Melanie shook her head. "No way. Don't even dream about it. We are not going there." I had expected this reaction from Melanie, as she was very conservative, raised in a small town outside of Johannesburg by very old fashioned parents. We met during first year of university when she was 19. We quickly started dating and from then on we went on and off for couple of years until we got married. We had sex only after a year of dating, and apart from making out with couple of ex-boyfriend she'd never been with any man. "Come one babe it's only a nude beach." "I will never take off my cloths in public. I would rather die." "Carl help me out here buddy." Carl kept quiet. I guess he wanted to see how this would play out. So I told Melanie. "OK then, don't take off your clothes. But we can still go." "You mean we don't have to get naked?" "I mean YOU don't have to get naked." I corrected her and started laughing. I knew it was unlikely Carl or I would take our clothes off, I only wanted to toy with the idea. Carl quickly added, "Imagine us walking around on Sandy beach with our tools dangling." Melanie quickly interrupted. "No way. You guys are not getting naked around me. It's not going to happen." "OK then, we won't get naked, but we're still going" Although Carl was my best friend, he was also quite close to Melanie. Our friendship went back many years. He was funny as hell and made Melanie laugh all the time. She was very fond of him but in a platonic way. Nothing had ever happened between them, not even a hint of sexual tension. She was simply not that kind of girl, and Carl was a good friend. I could understand having Carl around on a nude beach was too embarrassing for Melanie. She was going to object further but realised Sandy beach was only our bait to hook Carl. So she dropped the subject. And there it was. Carl decided to come along. As we were preparing for the trip Melanie made it clear to me there will be no funny business between us and Carl. Visiting the nudity beach must not give me any false hope she insisted. You see she knew me too well and the subject of threesome had come up before between us, especially after one day I summoned the courage to tell her about my fantasy. She looked baffled and asked me: "If you have an opportunity to do a threesome would you go for it?" Without hesitation I answered, "Yes. Sure I would." She opened her mouth in disgust, looking very disappointed. "So you would cheat on me?" "What do you mean?" I asked her. "If another Woman agreed to do it with you, you would jump at the opportunity?" "No. of course Not. I thought you were asking whether I would do it with you." Her eyes widened. "You would do a threesome with me? You would share me with another guy?" "Well... Not really... I wouldn't..."I tried to deny, but the expression on my face was a dead giveaway. "Oh my God you would do it! You would let another guy fuck me!" I kept quiet. She quickly ended the conversation by saying. "I am so disappointed in you." I got no action that night! She was upset for few days but soon dismissed the whole thing as pure fantasy. Since then, I have brought up the subject many times, but her answer has always been the same. I figure a threesome is much more complicated for a woman than for a man, on so many levels; emotionally, physically and even hygienically. Add to that Melanie's insecurities and conservative upbringing and you get an almost impossible prospect or pure fantasy as she put it. Nevertheless, I kept my hopes alive. We flew down to Cape Town then drove a rental car to Camps Bay. The apartment had two bedrooms and one bath to share. On the first morning Carl and I suggested we go straight to Sandy beach. Melanie sighed. "You guys are so predictable." We drove there, parked on the side of the road, and walked down through the narrow path towards the ocean. After few minutes we found ourselves at the beach. The first thing we saw was a naked couple walking about with no worry in the world. We looked around then picked a spot close to the water. There were few people at first, but as the morning drew on, the place became busier. Most of the people were fully naked. Their ages varied from early twenties to late sixties. Carl and I made sure to examine every girl that passed by, rating her on our fuckable scale, which was a simple score of giving her "one" or not. It was marvellous to see boobs of all shapes and sizes and neatly shaved pussies walking freely around us. It was like pussy heaven. I watched Melanie closely, trying to judge her reaction, but she had this nonchalant look about her, keeping her eyes mostly on a book she was reading. She was a bit uncomfortable with Carl around, so she stayed out of most of our conversations. We quickly noticed there were hardly any single girls around. It was mostly couples and single men. Carl was very disappointed. In the afternoon we headed back to the apartment, showered and put on some fresh clothes. "Are you guys satisfied?" Melanie asked us. "Not so much" said Carl. "I didn't get any action." That night, after some dinner and wine, I retreated with Melanie to our bedroom We made love. I made sure she cummed, as I always do. She tried to keep quiet so Carl would not hear our commotion, but I assured her later he could hear everything. She was highly embarrassed. "You know this is a great opportunity." "For what?" "For a threesome." "What? Do you mean with Carl?" "Yes." "Are you serious, you want Carl to fuck me?" "It sounds very crude when you put it like that." "Well, how would you put it then?" "More like having fun with Carl." "Never." she said firmly. "Babe?" "It will never happen, she insisted. I did not want to drag things any further so I asked her to think about it. The following day Melanie suggested we try another beach, and so we did. But two hours later we got very bored, Carl suggested we go back to Sandy Beach, as he would have a better chance there. Melanie did not object. I t was lunch time when we arrived. This time there were single girls around. Carl tried chatting with few of them, but was unsuccessful. "I figured out the problem." he said. "We stand out." "What do you mean?" "Look around, everyone is naked except us. Maybe girls find that suspicious." I turned towards Melanie, but she firmly shook her head. "Come on babe, it is for a good cause." "I am not taking my clothes off." she said abruptly. "Don't be like that. Do it just this once." "No." "What's Carl going to do now?" She thought about it for a while, then after a bit of hesitation said, "You know what, if you guys want to get naked, go ahead. But I'm keeping my clothes on." Carl and I quickly dropped our shorts. I saw Melanie take a quick look at Carl. I am sure she was at least inquisitive. Carl had spent a lot of time at the gym, so his stomach was ripped and flat. Carl also has a very large penis, cleanly shaved to make it look even longer. It was so noticeable two girls walking by started giggling. Eventually Carl managed to talk to one girl but nothing happened. Picking up girls on Sandy beach turned out to be a real challenge. That night, I left the door open when I made love to Melanie, I ignored her complaints and made sure to spread her legs as I wide as I could while going down on her. She was terrified Carl would walk by and see her like that, but I ignored her objections. The following day we went again to Sandy beach. This time Carl and I took off our clothes as soon as we reached the beach. Melanie kept her swim suit on as she had the day before. Later on, we saw a stunning girl, tall ,with full breasts and a pussy shaved in a column shape, she was what we in South Africa call a 'coloured girl', a mix of white and black. She was absolutely gorgeous. Carl started describing what he would do to her. He was whispering so Melanie could not hear the details. After few seconds I noticed him developing a slight erection. His penis's head started moving up and his base extended. I could not help but laugh at him. Melanie noticed too! She had an intrigued look on her face. Blood rushed quickly to her cheeks. She watched him for few seconds then turned her face away, giggling. Carl quickly used a towel to cover his erection. "Shit, I did not plan for that." he said. Melanie kept on looking away while smiling, and then asked him jokingly. "Is it safe to look now?" "ha-ha, very funny Melanie" Carl said, with a red face, he was really caught off guard. I moved closer to Melanie. "Are you having fun babe?" She smiled. "Why don't you get naked like everyone else, nobody will even notice." "I am not worried about other people; I don't want Carl to see me naked." "Why not?" "I it is too embarrassing!" "Now that you've seen his dick, do you think any less of him?" "No, but it is not the same thing." "You've seen him naked; it is only fair that he see you naked," I said, knowing full well reasoning would not work with her, logic was ineffective when it came to subjects that touched on her insecurities. "I cannot take off my clothes in front of him. I can't, "she said, but I could see a flash of doubt in her eyes. Something about the way she said it made me realise her answer was not final. So I tried my luck. "How about your top then." She paused a moment. She was genuinely shy but I could see some excitement in her eyes. After a minute or so she hesitantly said. "OK. Only the top. Nothing else." Then with a blush she added, "You guys go for a walk, I don't want him around when I do it." I called Carl away, and off we went. I told him Melanie was too embarrassed to get naked in front of him. But she had agreed to take her top off. He was kind of neutral about it for a moment, and then looked away as if he were uncomfortable. "You don't mind do you?" I asked him. He hesitated for a second then told me. "To be honest with you, I don't mind at all. As a matter of fact part of the reason I wanted to come to Sandy beach was to see Melanie naked." "Really? Why? Do you find her sexy?" This was kind of a silly question because Melanie was indeed sexy. She had a girlish kind of look, slim with firm breasts, and perfect skin. Though, the most striking thing about her looks was a hint of innocence and vulnerability that made her absolutely adorable. "Look, she is your wife and I will never do anything to jeopardise our relationship but she is kind of cute. Please don't take this the wrong way. You are my best friend and I will never try anything with her. You know I always joke with Melanie about marrying someone like her, well it is kind of true. She's got a great personality and a superb body. I am only curious to see her naked that's all." I could see he was honest about it so I assured him. "I don't mind at all if you see her naked. Actually it kind of excites me." "What do you mean?" I thought to myself, "if there is any chance for a threesome with Melanie it would be with Carl. Melanie was highly into the emotion of sex, so choosing a stranger would never, ever work. She would never have sex unless there were some feelings attached to it." So I thought. "let me pursue this with Carl and see where it leads." "You know I love watching threesome movies, two guys doing a girl etc..." Carl obviously knew that as we exchanged many clips in the past. "Yes sure, so do I." "Well I would kind of like to try it one day." I said casually. "So would I. What man wouldn't?" "The thing is, I would love to try it with Melanie." "Are you serious?" he was taken aback. "Yes. In fact it is my ultimate fantasy. Imagining Melanie in a threesome blows my mind, besides, I think it will energize our sex life." "Wow man, I never thought of you as the kinky kind. Are you serious?" "Yes I am." "And Melanie, how does she feel about it?" "She says she will never do it. But I think with the right person and the right circumstances she might try it." "I am so stunned." he said. "To be honest with you Carl, I think here and now is the best chance for it to happen." He paused for a moment to digest what I said. Then he asked slowly. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" "I guess I am. Rather you than some random guy. Melanie would never do it with a stranger. In fact I don't even think she will do it with you, but there is no harm in trying. Can you help me with this?" "Are you kidding, having a threesome is great on its own, having it with you and Melanie would be absolutely awesome. But man, are you sure about this? Are you sure this will not fuck up our relationship?" "Not if we put down some solid rules. Melanie is my wife and I love her. As long as this is the basis on which we do this then all should be okay. Anyway we start slowly and see what happens." "Man I am in. Melanie is amazing; there aren't girls like her any more. What do you want me to do?" "Let's play it slowly and carefully, I will let you know in time what to do. For now let's go back." We walked back towards Melanie. She was lying back with her eyes closed and arms crossed behind her neck. Her firm tits stood out as they were light compared to the rest of her tanned body, she was obviously nerves because her nipples were perky and firm. She just laid there, most of her body exposed, with only the bottom part of her swimsuit covering what it was supposed to cover. She was a feast for the eyes. Carl's sight was fixed on her perky tits like a hound on its prey. We sat around chatting. She eventually sat up, but would not look Carl in the eyes. She tried as much as possible to hide her breasts that fell forward revealing more of her sex appeal. Carl kept the conversation going and made sure he sat very close to her. He eventually moved opposite her, lifted his legs, and sat there leaving nothing to the imagination. Melanie had a good look at his tools. She was jittery at first then eventually relaxed and had some good laughs. That night we sat listening to music while having dinner and wine. I had my arms around her the whole time while kissing her gently on the shoulders. She liked that a lot. You see with Melanie less is more, the hint of a sexual touch is far more effective than the actual touch itself. I kept on doing this until around 10pm when she stood up and told me to follow her. In the bedroom she jumped me. We kissed like mad and were about to go further when I asked her. "Babe did you think about it?" "About what?" "About having fun with Carl." "Babe I can't believe you want Carl to fuck me. Aren't you jealous of another man putting his dick inside me?" "Don't make it sound so cold. Imagine how mind-blowing it would be. Picture being spoiled by two guys, It is any woman's dream. I am sure you will love it. Besides don't you find Carl attractive?" "It's got nothing to do with that, I am struggling with the idea of letting another man have his way with me. You are literally asking me to cheat on you. And what about Carl, what would he say if he knew what you are suggesting?" I did not answer her, but the grin on my face was a dead giveaway. She opened her mouth in disbelief. "Oh my God, you have already discussed it with him? I am so embarrassed..." "Don't be sweetheart. He would love to do it." "Of course he would. He is a guy; he would fuck any woman." "No he wouldn't. And you know that." This was true. Carl was so fussy when it came to women. He was good looking and only dated gorgeous women. "He thinks you are gorgeous." I added. "He said that?" "Yes." "Why would he be interested in me, if he could have any girl he wants?" "Well because you are amazingly sexy. In fact the whole idea of Sandy beach exited him because he hoped to see you naked." Melanie blushed, a sweet smile on her face. She dazzled like a young girl who has learned some guy likes her. Carl's sudden interest in her was the thing her insecurities craved. She thought about it for a long time then with a soft voice said, "If I ever do this, it will be only a hand job." Time froze for a second, I tried to digest what she had said. I was expecting the same usual negative answer, but to my surprise Melanie agreed to go one step forward. This was amazing, in fact, it was a break through. A hand job was not what I hoped for, but it was something I could work with. "OK. That is great. Let's do it." "Well it won't be that easy. I have conditions." "Conditions? In plural?" "Yes. First, doing this does not give you permission to fuck other girls. That must be very clear." "No problem at all there. It will never happen I promise you. What else?" "I will not take my clothes off and he cannot touch me." "Well... OK I guess..." I was a bit taken aback by that. "More. The lights must be turned off, and he must be under the sheets." "Not a problem babe, I am sure this is OK." I was going along to see where she will lead. "I will only give him a hand job, that's it." She said that while raising her finger. Come to think about it, the whole thing made sense. Giving Carl a mere hand job was the perfect solution. She was undecided between her conservative upbringing and her need for attention. A hand job was enough to maintain her self-respect while giving her the boost of confidence she so much needed. I was so happy, thinking about the hand job gave me a hard on. Things are heading toward a threesome, I can feel it. Suddenly she dropped the bomb. "There is one more thing." She said. "Yes babe anything." "You must not be present." My jaw dropped. "What do you mean?" Cape Town Threesome - Finally Ch. 02 Thanks to all of the people who took the time to make positive comments on the first part. Words are chameleons that reflect the colour of their environment. Thanks to rexbrookdale for editing this next and final part. Hope you enjoy, and please don't forget to vote and leave comments at the end. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There's a quote from the movie Platoon that I really fancy. It goes something like, 'Free your mind, your ass will follow'. That was my plan for Melanie: I hoped to free her mind, her pussy to follow. * The following day, Melanie was in a totally different mood: cheerful, full of jokes, and more confident than ever. From her point of view, things were looking up. She'd just had a very "sex-sex-ful" night. Her husband was happy as a tick in a zoo, his best friend literally quivering at her fingertips. On top of all that, she was on holiday in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. As for me, like the previous two days, I couldn't wait for the night to come. The evening's erotic show was the highlight of my day. The ties to the inhibition holding Melanie back were weakening. I could feel it. One more push, and it will break; then she will be free. After dinner, everyone did their part: Carl got his dick ready for a 'whipping', Melanie got some toilet paper ... and I took my seat behind the scenes, for the show. Melanie took off her slippers before jumping onto Carl's bed. As before, she placed herself between his legs. She caressed the inner parts of his thighs for a while, and moved on from there to stroke his balls and gently tease them with her nails. She'd learned which buttons to push to get Carl going. She is a quick learner. After the warm up, she started her well-rehearsed act, beginning by stroking his cock with one hand and massaging other erogenous zones with the other. Carl opened his eyes and stopped Melanie's hand on his cock by covering it with his own. "Melanie, can I ask you something?" "Yes, sure." "Look, I know you don't want to take this any further, but would you consider doing one extra thing for me?" "It depends on what you have in mind. I am not going to sleep with you, and I am not taking my clothes off. These two things are not negotiable." "Yes, sure Melanie, I understand. What I am thinking of is kind of an upgrade from what you're doing right now." "An upgrade?" Melanie asked, amused. "Yes. An upgrade from a hand job to a blow job." Without giving her the chance to answer he quickly added, "That would be absolutely wonderful if you would do that for me!" "I see," she said in a neutral voice. "Just a blow job. Nothing more, I promise." Carl retreated, his hand freeing Melanie's. She began stroking again, but slowly as she processed his request, looking off into the distance with a kind of indecisive and unfocused stare. Her hand still moving, she finally said, "I don't know." "Blow jobs are my favourites. They are the ultimate sensation for me," Carl pleaded. He paused for a moment before pressing on. "If you think about it, it would be less work for you," he grinned. Clever Carl, he was using humour to soften her position. "How do you reckon?" "Because I will cum much quicker." "Of course you will cum much quicker, I am great with my lips." Before her sentence ended she'd turned red. That was a very forward statement, for Melanie. "Let me be the judge of that," Carl gently teased. She removed her hand from his dick, then jokingly slapped at it. "I don't need your approval. My husband can vouch for that." "Come on Melanie, be a sport." She thought about it for a while longer. "You know what, let me ask your friend. We'll see what he says." Needless to say, I zoomed out of my secret viewing place and into our bedroom. I jumped onto the bed, grabbed a magazine, and pretended to be reading. Melanie came in, walked around and sat next to me. I could tell she was feeling shy. "Babe, Carl wants me to do something for him." She paused for a second and then added, "Something extra." "Like what?" "He wants me to blow him." Before I'd had a chance to respond, she rushed on anxiously. "Do you want me to do it?" It was kind of a strange question ... a question to which she knew the answer, yet she still posed it. I guessed she wanted me to make the decision for her; that way she would not feel guilty or remorseful. She could have sucked Carl without any hassle; after all, it was her rules, her choice, not mine. I decided that I wasn't going to let her off that easily. Besides, I wanted to know how eager she was to take Carl's dick in her mouth. So I asked, "Do you wanna do it?" She tilted her head to the side and dropped her eyes. It looked like she did not want to answer. Not wanting to push her too much, I reformulated my question. "Let me put it this way. Would you mind doing it?" She lifted her eyes, cheeks flushed. "No, I wouldn't." "And why is that?" With some hesitation, she admitted, "I don't know ... maybe I want him to know how good I am with my lips." Her answer made me grin. I grabbed her hand. "Show me how good your lips are." She leaned forward, and I received her lips with mine. We embraced into a lingering, passionate kiss. "I guess you have a job to do, then," I told her when we came up for air. "So you want me to do it." "Yes. I do." "Remember, you're going to be kissing these lips afterwards," she warned me. "I am looking forward to that," I assured her. She smiled. As she stood up, she turned around. "Oh, one more thing." "I am listening." She had a naughty look on her face. "Should I let him cum in my mouth?" I wanted to grab her and eat her up, she looked so cute and adorable. Trying my best not to show how amazed I was, I answered her as nonchalantly as possible. "I think he should have the full experience, else he might give you a bad review." She smiled and left the room. I am really lucky to have her. Back at my window, I watched as she knelt in front of Carl. "What did he say?" he asked her eagerly. In response, she just moved closer and licked her lips. Holding his dick with both hands, she opened her mouth and lowered her head, taking half of Carl's stiff cock into her mouth. She tightened her jaw around him and started pumping him. "Ohhhh, yes!" Carl groaned. Melanie synchronized sucking him with stroking his shaft and massaging his testicles. Carl was right about one thing, it was less work for her. He came in a jiffy. As he was cumming, Melanie went as far down on him as she possibly could. Most of Carl's dick disappeared inside her mouth. The noises Carl let out were a testament to how good she was at giving head. While he calmed down, she cleaned his dick with some toilet paper, and then gave it a final kiss. "And?" she asked him eagerly. "Wow. The best blow job ever. I wouldn't mind one of those every day." I heard Melanie chuckle. She was very satisfied with her performance. To be honest, she had gone further down his shaft than she had ever done with me. I guess she must have felt she had something to prove. This didn't faze me at all; I knew I would definitely profit from her extra training. I went back to the bedroom and waited for her. She came in, took off her clothes, and then snuggled into my arms. "So, did he cum in your mouth?" "Yes, he did." "And? Did you swallow?" She smirked, then opened her mouth wide as if to show me that nothing was left of Carl's cum. I kissed her; and then we made passionate love. * In the morning, after settling down at one of the beaches, Melanie and I went for a walk. "You are the happiest I've ever seen you," I told her. "It must be Cape Town. It has some sort of magical effect on me." She was definitely in a playful mood. "I couldn't agree more." We walked along the pavement as it wended parallel to the shoreline, my arm resting around her shoulders. The air was crisp, the sky was blue, and her mood was bright: a perfect atmosphere for opening the window of opportunity a little wider. "Let's take this a step further," I suggested, knowing she'd pick up on my meaning. "You mean there, towards that hill?" She was toying with me. "We're almost there. A bit further and it would be perfect," I responded, trying to play the same game of words. She chuckled. "But things are good as they are now. You are happy, I am happy, and Carl," she paused for a second, "is extremely happy." "I know, but it could be better." "Doing more than this would be taking it too far. There will be consequences, you must know that." "I am not asking you to do anything more, just different." "How?" "Let's combine the fun." She squinted her eyes. "How?" "You jerk Carl, while I make love to you." "At the same time?" "Sure. It would be a mini-threesome of some sort." "No, Babe. Oh, no!" "Why? What's the big deal?" "For one, Carl would see me totally naked!" she said, a wary expression on her face. I just laughed. She was still shy with Carl, even after jerking him three times. Only someone like Melanie could reason like that. "God forbid he sees you naked," I said a little sarcastically. Hoping to persuade her, I then added, "Getting naked is no big deal. You saw, at Sandy Beach, all those women with nothing on. It wasn't the end of the world, was it?" "That's different. Being naked at Sandy Beach reveals the absolute minimum. If I agree to do what you are suggesting, it means he would see every inch of my body. And I mean every inch!" She opened her eyes wide. "It is one thing if I walk around naked ... and another if I am in a compromised position, on my back with my legs spread apart, getting fucked. It is just too embarrassing." "Babe, there is nothing to be embarrassed about; you are gorgeous. Besides, this rule about me not present is just ridiculous." She nodded her head slowly, as if seeing my point. "Yeah. I guess it is." But then she countered by saying, "But fucking me in front of Carl is a tat too far." The look on her face was turning into one I knew only too well: a floating gaze, anchored by a big 'No'. I didn't want her to go down that path, so I quickly gave her an alternative to consider. "I tell you what. What if we do something mild but tasteful?" "Something less embarrassing?" "Yes." "I am listening." "This afternoon when we go back to the apartment, let's jump, the three of us, into the shower. Nothing serious; just water, soap, and a bit of fun." "I don't know if that's a good idea." She sounded a bit wary of my intentions. "Think of it as a communal shower. Nothing more," I assured her. "A happy shower, you mean." She still had a suspicious look on her face. "How about if you keep your underwear on?" I suggested. "It would be nothing more than what you have been doing." The dangerous gaze started to wither away. She started to warm up to the idea. "So ... I jerk him off, while you watch?" she made sure of the details. "Something like that. You focus your hands on him, while I focus mine on you." A smirk started to appear on her face. Let me drive this nail further. "It could be a long shower, but I promise to scrub well!" I watched her smile, and smack me playfully on the shoulder,as I continued, "You'll be super clean afterwards. I promise." "Your mind needs the cleaning, not me!" she retorted, then started pretend-punching me in the stomach. We walked back to where Carl was sitting. As he saw us, he put down the magazine he'd been reading. "Anything interesting out there, guys?" he asked. "Apparently, you need a shower," Melanie told him jokingly. Carl smiled, not comprehending what was in store for him. * Melanie entered the bathroom first. A few minutes later we heard the drizzling sound of water hitting the tiles in the shower. We made our move. The shadow of her thin, curvy silhouette moved behind the frosted glass door, her breasts showing hazily from behind the glass, full of promises. The thought of my wife, half-naked, waiting for us, excited me tremendously. Carl and I dropped our shorts, then walked single file into the shower like two soldiers, bonnets pointed forward. Melanie was drenched from head to toe; the white skin of her breasts shining under streams of water and soap. The froth trickled down her chest, following the least resisting path down between her breasts. You could have burst a balloon on her sharply erect, perky nipples. We watched her hungrily as she rubbed soap between her fingers, then gently scrubbed her body. When we'd stepped inside she'd had a sweet, girlish smile on her face. But as we crowded into her space, even under the mask of water, I could see her blush, her cheeks turning rosy. She took one look at our erections, and turned timidly away. That was when it must have finally hit her: she was going to handle two dicks at the same time, and unlike when she was with Carl in a darkened room, here we three were in a well-lit shower space, and therefore all the more real. I moved behind her, put my arms around her waist, and started kissing her wet shoulders. She felt warm from the hot water, like a bun fresh from the oven. A scent of lavender and musky anticipation wafted from her body. I covered her shoulders and neck with passionate kisses, closing my eyes to savour the moment. I felt a sudden rush of sound; as I stood under the water holding my love, every one of my senses switched off for a few moments except my sense of hearing. I listened to the rushing, noisy water as I kissed and licked her behind her ears, knowing full well that investing in those erogenous zones always yielded a good return. My arms moved up and wrapped around her breasts, I heard her breathing, felt her chest rise and fall, excitement and anxiousness taking their toll. She needed to take in more oxygen. I loosened my embrace and held her by her shoulders, and slowly started turning her to face Carl, one kiss at a time. Carl watched raptly, compass pointing forward and eyes locked on her body, as I finished the half-circle turn. She now faced him, eyes closed, head to one side as I finished my last lingering kiss on her neck, her arms at her sides as if switched off. She was all surrender, no will of her own. Carl's stiff compass found its North: Melanie's magnetic pole, the burning spot between her legs. He slowly stepped forward until the head of his penis poked her apex and then slid up to her belly button. I felt her quake at the feeling of his long dick bluntly pushed against her stomach. Her eyes were closed, and I briefly closed mine again; we both stood there totally blinded, mesmerized by never-before-experienced pleasure. How could we have anticipated this? Who said when the blind lead the blind, both will fall?! As if a switch had turned on, her hands moved to Carl's hips, caressing him for a while, then moving to his prominent soldier. She held it with both hands and began stroking gently. With my lips still glued to her skin I moved my hands from her stomach to her beautiful tits. I cupped them and squeezed the tips repeatedly, pinching and 'milking' her. No liquid came out though, just deep sighs. I pushed my rock-hard dick against her and started pulsing it against her lower back. I felt one of her hands move from Carl's dick to take mine. Carl moved closer until the length his penis rested on her stomach, and with a synchronized movements she started stroking both our dicks. I removed my hands from her breasts and signaled Carl to take over. When he obeyed, Melanie shivered at his touch on her tits. I'd been a bit worried about this; it might freak her out if she suspected this setup would move things beyond what she could allow. But my fears were unfounded. To my surprise, I watched as she raised her chest to make her tits more accessible. I became bolder. I moved to her side, then slipped one hand inside the front of her underwear, and ran my fingers with a gentle touch along her pussy. "No. Please don't," she objected. Instead of obeying, I started probing and, fondling her pussy. She objected again, but made no attempt to stop me; so I became even bolder. I lowered my other hand and slid it inside the back of her underwear, between her cheeks until I reached her anus. She said nothing. I pushed one finger inside her anus and one finger inside her pussy. "Aaaaah...," was the only sound she made. I started finger-fucking her in both holes. What a pleasant dance this was, under a shower: Melanie sandwiched between and Carl and me, a dick in each hand, eyes closed, and both holes filled. This tango for three went on for a few minutes until Carl let out a scream. At this, Melanie finally opened her eyes in time to watch his cum spurt onto her stomach. She rubbed the sensitive side of his dick against her skin, and wriggled it a bit, to further increase the pleasure. It worked; Carl screamed again. When he finished, he made to step out of the shower. He had opened the frosted glass door and was about step out, when I stopped him with a shake of my head. He watched as I made Melanie face the wall, then lower her torso so she was bent forward. I pulled down her underwear. She went along, probably thinking Carl was out of the picture. With both hands I spread her bum cheeks apart, allowing Carl to view her two holes. I fingered her for a while, and then positioned myself behind her. I thrust in, and began humping her hard. She held onto the pipe of the shower to keep herself steady. Minutes later, we both came. I was in my element. Today's actions went beyond what I had expected. She seemed to be warming up to the whole threesome thing: the temptation might turn out to be more than she could resist. For goodness sake, she even let Carl hold her tits! That was a breakthrough. In future episodes, Melanie would go all of the way; I knew it. Her mind was finally becoming free. * After the action, Carl departed and we retreated to our bedroom. She put on a nightie and slipped under the sheets next to me. She was unexpectedly quiet and somewhat distant. Then out of nowhere she said, "I want this to stop." "What? No, babe. Why?" I felt as if struck with a rod. "This can't continue, it just can't." "What came over you? I thought you enjoyed yourself." "Yes I did. And that is part of the reason why it must stop." "I don't get you babe, this doesn't make sense." "I can see where this is going to end; if we go on like this, there will be no boundary between us and Carl." "Please don't over analyse this; what we're doing is just mild fun." "So far it is, but in no-time he will be fucking me." "No. It won't happen, I promise you," I tried to assure her. She did not buy it. "Who's going to stop him? You? I don't think so. I certainly won't be able to say no much longer." "Babe please don't do this; don't deny me this pleasure." "It is finished, I am not doing it anymore." I was really devastated but I sensed what she was saying: she was scared that in some future session, not only would she not be able to stop him from fucking her, but most especially that I wouldn't mind it if he did. She was terrified that in the heat of the moment, her self-restraint would fail her due to the familiarity growing between the two of them. In time letting Carl fuck her would just be a natural outcome for them; it would be neither forced nor planned.... It would just happen. I argued with her for a long while, and things got a bit heated. Now that I had tasted the pleasure, it seemed too difficult for me to let go. I tried every trick in the book, but she wouldn't budge. After an exhaustive hour, she finally said, "I tell you what. Tomorrow is our last night here in Cape Town, I will indulge your vices one last time. One last shower and that's it." Cape Town Threesome - Finally Ch. 02 I let it rest. I knew arguing further would not yield any results. * The following day, things were awkward between us. I tried my best to hide my frustration but failed miserably. I knew she could read me like an open book. "This is what I was scared of," she complained. "I shouldn't have allowed this to happen. You proved me right." "Babe, I am not upset, I am disappointed ... because I want this to carry on." "Haven't you had enough? What I did was beyond what you ever expected." "True. But stopping now would be like going back to your old car, after driving a Porsche. I have felt the pleasure, and I want more." "Exactly right. You have felt the pleasure. How many husbands can say the same? How many have realised their fantasies like you have?" "That I don't deny. You made my fantasy come true. Well, at least partly." "Partly?" An idea had come to me. Tonight was our last night in Cape Town, and according to her, she was willing to fool around with Carl one last time. Why not persuade her to go all the way? I could make a case for it this way: one night with no restrictions or holding back, thereafter we'd stop. I tested my plan. "Technically, you haven't gone all the way." "And?" I didn't want to seem too argumentative, so I jumped straight to the relevant part. "You know what? I have a solution." "Excuse me if I don't totally trust your solutions." "You want to end this or not?" "Okay. I am listening." "You are willing to do this one last time, right?" "Yes." "Then let's make it count. Tonight, don't hold back. Go all the way, with no restrictions or inhibitions. One last time and I will never ask you for anything like this again, ever." "You mean one last night, and we can put this thing behind us?" "Yes. But you must go all the way, meaning you must let Carl fuck you." Melanie stopped for a second. She realized the seriousness of what I was asking her to do. It was too much for her to digest, ... yet I kept on pushing. "Sacrifice this one night, and I will sacrifice thereafter." I knew this was a very serious offer to make, and thought I was willing to make good on it. "Babe, letting another man fuck me is no small sacrifice." "Yes, I know. But it is worth what I am offering in return. Let me live my fantasy in full, this one time, and we are done." She was faced with a substantial dilemma: to stop things from going forward, she must do the one thing she had been trying to avoid, The perplexing nature of the situation got her thoughts racing. After a long, long pause, she finally asked, "And If I do this, it will be the end of these affairs?" "Absolutely. But if you agree to do it, you must give it your all." "I understand." After a moment, she lifted her eyes and said with confidence. "Okay, I will do it." "You will go all the way?" "All the way." "Are you sure you won't hold back?" "Carl can do whatever he wants with me." She smiled and jokingly concluded by repeating my earlier words to her, "I don't want a bad review." * For the rest of the day, Melanie had a dreamy look on her face. She could not seem to concentrate on anything; her mind was already living tonight's action. On the way back to the apartment from the beach, she made us stop at a shopping mall. She entered a lingerie shop and came back out with a fancy box. When Carl and I asked her what she had in there, she simply said, "You guys will see later." At the apartment she borrowed one of my shaving razors, poured herself a large glass of wine, and disappeared into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Carl and I lit a few candles, played some soft music and waited, lounging naked on the bed. After what seemed a long time, Melanie walked into the room wrapped in a stunning white silk robe. She must have spent a fortune on it, but I didn't mind. A precious gift like her needs expensive wrapping. She smelled delicious too, and wore an exultant look on her face. Slowly untying her robe, she revealed a bit of frontal nudity. Her tanned body contrasted with the white silk, a sight to be desired. To our surprise, she had shaved her pussy in a column shape just like one of the girls we'd seen at Sandy Beach. Both Carl and I beamed at the spectacle. She kept her nipples hidden under the robe while revealing her décolletage and the swell of her beautiful breasts. The top of her pussy slit was just peeking out and reddened, like it had a slight rash from the blade. She looked gorgeous, like an up-market stripper at a bachelor party. She was about to walk to my side when I redirected her, saying, "No babe. Come to the middle, here between us." Obediently, she climbed onto the bed between Carl and me. We watched as she knelt and reached up to tie her hair back from her face with a clip, then lay down between us. Her robe slid away, revealing the rest of her fabulous body. She looked absolutely stunning, and smelled like a flower. The glow of the candlelight made her look mystical. For the first time, I could not decipher her expression; in her mind, she inhabited a place foreign to me, probably even foreign to her. I started kissing her lips, then moved to her neck, to which she responded passionately. Carl moved alongside her and joined in the kissing game, covering her neck on his side with kisses and licks. She lifted her hands and held our heads. Carl spent some time getting to know the slope under her cheek and the erogenous area around her ear. Melanie's breathing kept on increasing steadily in speed and intensity. A few minutes later, she parted her thighs, spreading her legs until we each felt one of her knees bump against one of our legs. In my fantasy, I had imagined this scene many times. What followed next, would have been a symphony of sucking, licking, fondling, and other routines that I had seen in porn clips. None of that happened in real life. Instead, Carl wasted no time and moved straight in, kneeling between Melanie's legs. I could tell that he was scared that she might change her mind, and wanted to enter her as quickly as possible. To be honest, I had similar fears. He positioned a hand under each of her knees, and lifted her legs up off of the bed. She complied, lifting her legs into the air and spreading them apart. Everything of my wife was in view: her pubic hair column, the lips of her pussy, the small pink area in between them, the soft space beneath her pussy and above her ass, even the rim of her asshole. She was exposed like a published erotic love poem. Carl's eyes feasted on her, like a patron seeing for the first time a masterpiece that he had commissioned. He began to softly and methodically stroke the inside of her thighs. With every movement, he conquered a bit more. His hands lightly, slowly stroked closer to her juicy spot, pausing to caress the outer lips of her pussy. Melanie started moaning deeply. With his thumbs, he gently parted her vulva, revealing her very last secret. Carl cupped his hands around his mouth, spit into them, then reached down and rubbed his rock-hard dick with saliva. She raised her neck to watch, and then asked him, "Are you gonna fuck me without a condom?" "I am clean, Melanie. Don't worry; I won't put you at risk." She paused for a second, then rested her head back on the pillow and shut her eyes. Slowly, she turned her face to one side. That was the last act of her own will that Melanie made that night. From then on, she obliged and indulged as if she had no more will of her own, or as if she had lost it in the submissive closet. Carl gripped her thighs tightly, then pulled her toward him until the head of his penis parted her moist lips. Viscous white lines of fluid appeared inside the curves of her vulva. Her body was oozing lubricants excessively, readying her to receive a new penis. I watched as evolution took over, preparing her body to receive a fresh batch of semen. Melanie was no match for the thousands of years of evolution that designed her body. Slowly, Carl entered her, making them, finally, one body, two masses attached by pleasure centres. He paused, motionless inside her for a bit to savour the moment, then pulled out completely. He repeated this several times, as if to master the act of entering her. Strings of pussy juice formed between the two of them and kept them linked even after each time Carl withdrew. As he pumped repeatedly, his dick emerged glossy and slick with juice like that in a centerfold photo. Melanie was a female getting hammered by someone other than her husband, and her brain seemed in total abeyance. Her body executed all of its functions faithfully, welcoming the foreign invader. Her city gates stood wide open for the new conqueror to deposit his precious gift. Carl started the humping act in earnest. Melanie mirrored his movements, repeatedly lifting her thighs. "Are you on the pill?" Carl suddenly asked her as he pumped harder, sweat beads forming and dripping down. Not a word. Melanie was in an altered state: her eyes closed, her head turned to one side and an expression of total ecstasy clothed her face. Uttering words would simply bring her back and she obviously did not want that. Although Carl was asking about the pill, what he really wanted to know was whether he could cum inside her. Yes Carl, you can come inside her. Go ahead, enjoy her to the fullest; any restriction would detract from the experience. There are no limits here tonight, you have carte blanche, a passe-partout. Go ahead, cum inside her. Have her to yourself, just this once. And you, Melanie know this. Tonight you are a sweet dessert for Carl and me, packed with sexual calories, a dessert so delicious it needs to be shared, it needs to be tasted by more than one mouth to be appreciated. A dessert that needs two squeezes of cream to be served. "She is on the pill." I assured him. Carl increased his rhythm and Melanie spread her legs wider. "I am close," he warned. She remained where she was, at the receiving end of his dick and on the edge of an orgasm. "I am very close!" he exclaimed. To my surprise, Melanie moved a finger down to her clit and started rubbing hard. The last moments were dreamlike. Carl became frantic, his body jittered all over as he spat his cum inside my wife. She was shaking equally hard, while rubbing her magical spot. The mutual screaming went on for many seconds. When Carl finished, he slowly withdrew, and we watched a thick, milky drop ooze out of Melanie's pussy. There was obviously an excess of cum inside her and some of it was escaping the tight space. Moments afterward, Melanie whispered into my ear, "I need you inside me." I quickly took Carl's place. The space on the sheet where he had kneeled was still warm. Without delay I entered her. It was a sensation I had never felt before, of warmth mixed with velvet softness, like my dick was drowning in a pot of warm syrup. Strangely enough it felt almost like a blow job, but I was being sucked inside her pussy. It took less than thirty seconds for me to add my contribution inside Melanie. As I pulled out, more cum dripped down, leaking out of her pussy lips, down her ass and pooling on the sheets. She didn't seem to notice.. Languidly, she turned onto her side, placed her hands under her face, and closed her eyes. I suddenly had this strange urge to stand up and introduce myself: "Hi. My name is xxx and I am a wife sharer." It was done. I had shared her. Minutes went by. Melanie rested between Carl and me, during which time we planted random kisses on her body. We tried to cover a different part with each kiss. We started with her nose and ended on her two littlest toes. Carl's appetite eventually came back; he wanted seconds. "So, what was the rule for tonight? We do this once and that's it? Or is there some more to be had?" Melanie smiled. "No rules tonight," she assured him. "I will do anything you guys want. You've got till midnight before this Cinderella disappears." With that statement, we eagerly resumed. This time we indulged ourselves. We tried every position known to man or beast. We did her doggy style, missionary style, cowgirl style, and some style the name of which I couldn't remember. There was licking, there was sucking, there was fondling. We sandwiched her, we took turns fucking her pussy and mouth. At one point, Carl even tried to fuck her in the ass, but failed, just like I had when I'd tried. Melanie's asshole was extremely tight. She said yes to everything, even when Carl asked if he could come between her tits. She even came up with a position of her own, in which she got fucked while being licked. It was a 69 position with her on top, me on the bottom, and Carl fucking her. There was an awkward moment when Carl kneeled right by my head as he maneuvered to steer his penis inside her pussy. "Be careful buddy, " I warned. "I don't like you that much!" He just laughed and took care to stay clear of my face and wagging tongue. His dick moved like a well-oiled piston, in and out of Melanie's pussy; the whole action taking place two inches away from my eyes. Eager to please her though, he humped as hard as he could, riding all the way through a huge orgasm while she came hard, which resulted in his dick slipping one time out of Melanie's pussy and hitting my forehead. Luckily the friendly fire went unnoticed. The end was literally painful. Melanie's orgasm was so intense, she bit down my dick, and only eased up in order to release a deep sigh of intense pleasure and ... exhaustion. Finally, after all these years I had lived my fantasy, and my Melanie was a shared wife. It was a night to remember; an event that I relived in my head countless times. * Many months went by, during which I kept my promise: I never brought up the subject. Our relationship with Carl resumed as before except for the odd joke here and there, referring back to that amazing holiday. Melanie always smiled when we teased her about it. One thing changed between the two of us, however; our sexual life became much more intense, especially when we incorporated some of the details of that night. I found that I could not keep my promise for long, though. I started putting pressure on her to repeat the experience with Carl, and for a while she continued to utterly refuse. Perhaps it was because she too had greatly enjoyed herself, that helped her change her mind. Perhaps it was because once I'd started putting on the pressure, I didn't give up. After many months of my begging her to reconsider, she finally agreed to let me share her with Carl one night a year. In time, we started calling it 'Melanie's night'. We repeated the same experience year after year on the same date, in fact the exact date of the first sharing. Even after Carl got married to a gorgeous model, who eventually became good friends with Melanie, he insisted on keeping our annual date. Having Melanie once a year was something he never wanted to sacrifice. Honestly, I don't blame him. Sharing my wife is the most unique experience anyone can have. The end Cape Town Threesome - Finally "I don't want you to see me jerking him off, it doesn't feel right." "This is ridiculous." I objected. "You are my husband, and I don't want to lose you. This will affect you somehow I know it, and I don't want to take a chance." This was a disaster; my whole fantasy was to watch her with another guy. I could not see how this would work. I tried to change her mind but she refused outright. "These are my conditions, take it or leave it." I thought hard about it, it was not worth it. She was denying me the main reason for wanting a threesome; in fact, a solo hand job could hardly be called a threesome. It is a threesome minus one: me, the main player. I found myself in a bit of a dilemma. Letting her jerk off Carl would be marvellous, but not being able to watch would be terrible. I had to carefully weigh my options. It was tough, but after much hesitation, I decided to accept her conditions because they might lead to more things later. "This is a start," I thought to myself, "I have nothing to lose." Besides I had a wicked idea... The stage was set. I informed Carl of Melanie's decision, and he was ecstatic. After I told him about the rules he went straight into his room, took of his clothes, slipped under a sheet and waited anxiously. Melanie looked very nervous, I have never seen her like that before. She downed a full glass of wine, a shooter, and then two more shooters. She wrapped her arms around me and asked. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" "Yes babe very sure." "Are you very sure you want me to hold another man's dick in my hand then jerk him off until he comes on my fingers?" Her intention was to make me jealous, but her words had the opposite effect on me. Imagining her holding Carl's stiff cock exited me beyond words. "That is exactly what I want you to do." "Wouldn't you lose respect for me?" "Absolutely not." "What about Carl?" "Carl adores you. You are like a sister to him. Oops bad analogy... you know what I mean. You guys know each other for a long time, and he has a great deal of respect for you. Nothing will change that." I guess this reassured her, because she went on. "Ok then babe. I will do it." She gave me a quick kiss then went into the toilet. She drew a long sheet of toilet paper, rolled it around her left hand, and walked to Carl's room. She went in and closed the door behind her. I quickly jumped onto the balcony, crawled in the dark until I reached the open window next to Carl's bed. This was my wicked idea, I could watch without her knowledge. Melanie came in and sat next to Carl. The lights were out, but I could see quite a bit. Light from the outside was enough to make out all the details. Carl was about to say something when she interrupted him. "No talking." He tried to push the covers down to free his dick, but Melanie stopped him. His erection was very obvious. His dick was pushing from under the sheet making a tent like shape. He had a big dick, that was obvious. Melanie looked at it then took a long breath; she was having second thoughts. She kept her eyes on Carl's erection while many thoughts flooded her mind. I realized this was not easy for her. To start, she was not the kind of girl who would do something like this. Mine was the only cock she had had in her pretty little hand up to now. She was also concerned what this would meant to our marriage, what would this mean to me, and finally she had Carl's respect to worry about. Overall, it was a big step for her, no doubt about that. After what seemed a long time, my wife lifted the sheet slightly and slowly pushed her arm under it. From the shape her hand took on under the sheet I could tell she had grabbed Carl's dick. She started an up and down motion with her hand. Carl closed his eyes. For a while, she stroked his dick slowly in a steady motion, then she picked up the pace. Eventually she went full blast. Carl started moaning heavily. "Tell me when you are about to cum." She told him. Carl nodded. Less than a minute later, he shouted. "Now!" Melanie pushed her hand with the rolled toilet paper under the sheet. With it, she held the top of his penis. Carl released a loud scream. She did not want to dirty the sheets. She kept on squeezing the head with one hand while stroking him with the other, causing a blissful effect on Carl. He pushed down on the mattress with both hands. His mid section jolted uncontrollably until he had released every drop of his cum; eventually he slowed down, stopped moving altogether. When all motion subsided, Melanie removed both hands from under the sheet and asked him. "Did you enjoy that?" "Wow. That was incredible." She stood up and left the room. I went quickly back to our room and waited for her. She went into the toilet, washed her hands and then came into our room. I could tell from her face she was horny as hell, because she was scorching red. She immediately took off her clothes, pushed me on the bed, kneeled over me, took out my already hard penis and slipped it inside her. She was dripping wet, like never before. She closed her eyes and rocked herself forwards and backwards. "Close your legs." she ordered me. Closing my legs shoved my balls up, which helped her come quicker. She paid no attention to me but kept on rubbing herself until she exploded. She let out a scream so loud the neighbours heard it. When she finished, she moved a few more times, gripping my balls until I started coming. She kept on squeezing hard while my brain shorted out under the intense pleasure. She dropped next to me on the bed and closed her eyes. Thirty minutes later she woke me up and we did it again, she was as intense as the first time. Then we slept soundly for the rest of the night. This was a breakthrough on all frontiers. I never though Melanie would do something like that, the way she let go of all her inhibitions while fucking me was a new sight for my eyes. She never before put herself first in sex. And she never before pursued so vigorously her own pleasure, for one brief glorious moment, Melanie had been a sexual woman, nothing more, nothing less and I had loved it. In the morning, at breakfast, Melanie acted as if nothing had happened, but I could see, every now and then, a slight smile on her face as her eyes flashed with images from the previous night. During the day Carl and I merely went through the motions, we were so eager to see what the night held for both of us. We had a long walk alone on the beach while Melanie was reading. Carl gave me all the details. He said the whole thing was incredible because Melanie was so nervous and tense; It was like being a teenager again. As we had the previous night, we had dinner with wine and played some mellow music. We told jokes, goofed around, and discussed everything except what had happened the previous night. I was not sure if it had been a one-time thing, or if she intended a repeat. I did not ask her, partly because I was afraid she would say, "no more. " Carl received a phone call on his mobile so he stepped outside. I thought this is my opportunity to poke at the subject. As I was formulating a question, Melanie asked me. "So did you guys have a chat?" She had taken me by surprise, but I quickly gathered myself. "Yes we did." "Did he share with you the details of last night?" "Yes babe, every second of it." "Did it make you feel awkward?" "Not at all. It was a big turn on." "Doesn't it freak you out that your wife jerked off another guy?" "Oh babe it was innocent fun, beside Carl isn't just another guy, he is my best friend, our best friend to be exact." "But I had his dick in my hands and his cum all over my fingers." I took her hand and kissed the tip of her fingers. "It does not shock me or upset me. I was actually intrigued when he described the pleasure you gave him. He said it was remarkable how you managed, with your hands only, to give him more pleasure than most women could with their whole body." Melanie's eyes twinkled; they were filled with satisfaction and self-gratification. "But are you sure you are OK with this?" She asked again as if there was still doubt in her mind. "One hundred per cent sure." I paused for a second before asking her. "Are you going to do it again?" She did not answer immediately, but I could see her thoughts were racing at hundred miles per hour. "I thought about it the whole day, part of me says no, don't do it again you are playing with fire. I feel guilty because I am your wife and the only dick I should be pleasing is yours. But then it was only a hand job and it only took few minutes. It was a little exciting I must admit, because it is something new. Besides, it's not like he fucked me or anything." "Exactly." I told her. After a moment of silence she added. "I guess I could do it one more time." By the time she finished her sentence, my penis was pushing from under my pants. Melanie laughed and with her finger pointed out said. "Down boy. Down." Then she continued with a naughty look on her face. "Go get your friend ready. And get yourself ready for afterwards!" As he had the previous time, Carl waited for Melanie in his room, she went in and closed the door. I was under the window before she even sat down on the bed. Like the previous time, Carl's dick was prominently visible under the sheet. Melanie grabbed it and began stroking it gently. After a minute or so Carl asked her. "Melanie, do you mind if I remove the sheet?" "You know the rules, the sheet must stay on." "It is making me sore that's all." "Oh really! How?" she asked inquisitively. "With every move you make, the sheet is chafing against the top my penis where it is very sensitive." "Oh! I see..." She paused for a moment then pulled her hand from under the sheet. "Ok, it is fine. Remove it." In one drag, Carl cleared the sheet from his body. And there it stood: bare, proud, and stiff. Standing out there, slightly skewed with two large balls at its base. It looked out of place because It was too big for Carl's body. Melanie could not help but smile as she saw it. She inspected it with amusement for few seconds then asked. "Are you ready?" Carl spread his legs, offering her free access to his erection. Melanie grabbed the base and started her slow motion. She was absolutely mesmerized. "Can you also fondle my balls? I would really like that." She did not object. She tried with her left hand to grab his balls but it was awkward as she was sitting on one side of the bed. Carl suggested she get closer. I thought that would be too much for her, as she would be breaking more of her rules, but she surprised me by pushing her body over the bed and kneeling between Carl legs. She gripped his dick with one hand and his balls with the other. She started pumping his shaft while massaging his balls gently. Carl responded with a steady hump to help her with the motion. After few moments she slowed down. "I won't be able to use the tissue paper this way. You are going to make a mess!" "Don't worry, it will be OK. Go on." As Carl approached the point of eruption he started breathing very quickly, Melanie got closer to him and increased the speed at which she was stroking. Her face was few inches away from his dick and her sight was locked on its tip. Carl let Melanie know it was time, and let out a scream. She shook his penis as hard as she could until it started to spurt squeezes of cum. One drop hit her in the face. She jerked backwards in surprise. She quickly pushed Carl's dick down towards his stomach so the rest of his cum fired away from her. Her hands became soaking wet but she kept on squeezing until the last drop. When Carl's dick started to soften, she gave him a smile, stepped away from the bed, and headed towards the door. Carl only closed his eyes and lay still. Before she even left the room, I was waiting for her in the passage. I came close to her and hugged her; she kept her arms at a distance as they were wet and sticky. I pulled her closer. "Let me wash my hands first" she protested. "No. come inside. I want you to hold my dick with your wet hands." She came hesitantly inside. I quickly dropped my pants and underwear, laid back on the bed with my feet still touching the floor. She kneeled on the floor in front of me and started caressing me. Her hands were cold and sticky; they felt as if she had covered them with a lubricant gel or some sort of a cream, which added greatly to the sensation. "Suck me babe." I said to her in a soft voice. "No." "Suck me." I insisted. "Your dick is full of Carl's cum!" She Explained. "Don't worry about it, just do it." The idea of Melanie tasting Carl's cum made me crazy. "You want me to taste Carl's cum?" "suck me." I begged her. She dropped her head and took my wet penis in her mouth; she started with the head then went as deep as she could. "Can you taste his cum?" I asked her. "Yes." She sighed. "Do you like it?" She did not answer, but pushed my dick away and licked it as if she was cleaning it, then slowly and deliberately licked each of her fingers clean. I was watching her with absolute delight. That night we had the most mind blowing sex of our lives. It was as if her act of sexual promiscuity had energised our sex drive to the maximum. It was strange that I desired her the most, only after seeing her please another man, And that she became an absolute prize only when her hands and lips had traces of another man's semen. And the more I think she enjoyed it the more it blows my mind. It was as if I wanted her to be so blinded by pure sexual desire that she cannot say no to another male. I wanted her to be, at one particular moment in time, nothing but a volcano of sensations, guided only by sexual desire and by the temptation of a male penis, two to be exact. The sight of her drawing another man's cum elevated her in my eyes to a sexual Goddess. I will never forget that night, the night I saw the image of another man's pleasure in her eyes, the night she saw the image of her new self in my eyes; a sexually charged, totally desirable, and absolutely amazing woman. To be continued... "Thanks to robertreams for editing"