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Patience
by Hotcouple (no address provided)
***
True story. After years of being friends, finally
patience pays off. The combination of an unexpected
thunderstorm and the rapport of really good friends
over many years combine to make this husband's
fantasies come true. (MMF, exh, swingers, rom)
***
I'd like to think I'm not strange in how I think, on
sexual subjects I mean, but when I read posts about
what turns me on, on the internet, I've read how
others think the ones bringing it up for discussion
are stupid, perverts -- all kinds of name calling.
That doesn't put me off. Naysayers often try to talk
down the things they don't have the nerve to do so you
won't either. And too I've found the more I research
the subject, the more men I find that think exactly
like I do -- like what I like. I won't beat around the
bush. I have had a desire, a genuine desire, to watch
my wife be fucked by a friend for so long now I can't
remember when it first found a place in my mind.
My wife has never cheated and neither have I--nor
would I. We're very much in love. Our sex life is
incredible. I'm intensely secure with myself and her
and with our marriage. I'm secure with my manhood.
I've got an honest 8" hard and trust me I'm a good
lover--by her (and many other lovers in the past's)
endorsement. So I don't have an inferiority complex
that one might think is behind this. I have no latent
homosexuality just dying to come out and that why I
want a threesome, like some of the chat "pseudo
experts" say is the case. I just want to see my wife
fuck my friend John. I just want one other man in this
world to know and appreciate what kind of woman I have
in Vicki. I love my wife and I'm genuinely proud of
her. To me it's like having a beautiful painting or
owning a hot rod that's all tricked out---a treasure.
You just want others to see -- experience -- those
things. Share the beauty --- not lose it for yourself.
I'm not the kind of man that would marry a beautiful
woman, or own a beautiful painting or buy a bright red
2012 Corvette and then hide it away so only I can see
it. I have no desire to lose what I have, only share
it out of pride.
Not so long ago the fantasy finally became reality. I
want to share what it was like and how it happened.
Perhaps some of you men out there reading this have
wanted something like this to happen, and this will
interest you. This is a true story, but it will
disappoint you if you're looking to find a study on
how to get your wife to do this fast. Getting this to
happen took patience. Almost 3 years of it. I didn't
push her into it. I suggested the idea turned me on
while making love and found she responded to the
naughty fantasy of it. So it did come up often in bed,
but we didn't go shopping for a stud or anything like
that to make it happen.
Here is our story. It's not at all like the usual
internet stories of "my monogamous wife of many years
just all a sudden sees a friend of mine's penis and
she went bonkers and just had to have it, so..." This
is the true story of a seduction that evolved with the
passing of time, with a very close friend of both of
us. It was a seduction that came out of friendship
that grew closer and more intimate as time passed for
all of us.
I guess I should begin in the first few years of our
marriage. John has been my best friend from 8th grade
on and we've stayed close. Even after Vicki and I were
married John and I's friendship continued. Many times
when we were together it was just the three of us.
From the beginning Vicki and John were good friends
too. They had similar outgoing personalities. They
were always saying kidding stuff to each other and
were affectionate to each other. There were always
warm hugs and pecks on the lips, but never anything
out of the ordinary until a hint of something possibly
happening sometime showed up while a bunch of us were
on vacation for a week at a beach house we all had
rented.
A rainy weekday on vacation combined with a bunch of
couples our age and a bit too much beer and we started
playing some silly kid games that ended up with us all
playing spin the bottle. It was pretty funny I guess
for the most part, but for me it was the first time I
had ever been turned on by seeing my wife kiss another
man. The game went on for a while. The first few
kisses were pretty tame but as the beer flowed, the
rest of the group started teasing the couples kissing
by saying you all must be lousy kissers... you can do
better than that... show us how it's done! After that,
it was on. It became a little bit of "who can out do
whom." The kissing became much hotter, tongues, lip
biting, deep wet kisses became the norm. The hottest
kisses got the most cheers, so each spin had to beat
the last one. My wife had ended up kissing just about
all of the six men that were present before all was
said and done, but as luck had it John got kissed four
times. Four very hot kisses. Well the game ended after
a while and we all laughed about it after but it was
evident the intimacy level between them had been
escalated slightly.
It didn't go anywhere that vacation, but when around
John from then on it was obvious there was certainly
more rapport than ever.
Again that fall we rented the same beach house with
most of the same friends, and again a rainy day came
along to kill outdoor plans. Like always we chatted
and played a bunch of board and card games and had our
usual many beers.
And once again the teenage games came up. This time we
ended up playing strip poker. I was pretty surprised
the girls said they would play this game, but as close
as we all were and being in beach clothes a lot we had
seen each other in very little clothing anyway as you
can imagine. And besides I figured they would quit
before they really got completely naked anyway, so why
not see where it went?
Well the game started and little by little clothes
were lost, my wife eventually went down as far as her
panties and tank top. She debated quitting but the
crowd was unforgiving. When you said you quit you
REALLY got razzed for it. So she played a little
longer and lost her top. Seeing the guys keep looking
at her exposed breasts and obviously liking what they
saw--and it was obvious without a doubt that they did
because several of our male friends couldn't take
their eyes off of Vicki's tits -- it was a blazing hot
turn on for me. She quit after that hand and put her
top back on. I was almost disappointed she quit the
game.
No one got completely naked. Most of the girls ended
up bare breasted though. Enough so to get some smiles
from the guys. Funny how much better -- and worse --
some of the girls looked with tops off. After this
game I noticed a change in just about all the girls in
the group. It seemed that after being seen like that,
nearly nude, by the other boyfriends and husbands they
didn't seem as concerned anymore about how they were
seen for the rest of the week. What I mean is they
were more comfortable, at ease, walking around wearing
underwear early in the mornings or right before bed,
even occasionally topless.
I noticed the change between the three of us was still
there when Monday night football season started. John
and I always watched all the big games at our house.
On Mondays, Vicki would say her goodnights and get
ready for bed at around 9.
She'd go to the bedroom and get ready for bed then
come in to say goodnight to us. That wasn't unusual,
she had always done that. Except now she wasn't as shy
about being seen without a robe, etc.
I am not saying she would come in, wearing see-thru
underwear and nothing else, but she would wear some
things that before might have been covered by a robe.
I remember the first time like it was yesterday. She
wore a knee length white nightgown, lacy but not see-
thru. As I said though very clingy. As she came into
the room you could see the outline of her tiny white
panties and her fullness of her breasts. There was
just the slightest hint of a dark that showed thru
where her pubic hair was and the bra cups were just
lacy enough for you to see the rosy color of her
nipples. As soon as she walked into the room in that
nightie both John and I said at the same time, "Wow!"
That was the first of the compliments she got that
night but not the last. And Vicki liked them. Instead
of the usual routine of changing for bed and then
coming in for a last "goodnight" and disappearing to
bed, that night Vicki stayed in the room and even
watched some of the game. John's eyes kept coming back
to look at Vicki and Vicki knew it. Later in bed that
night I got fucked within an inch of my life.
A couple of nights later in bed I asked Vicki if she
might wear that nightie again sometime for us and
maybe put it on even earlier in the evening. "Why?",
Vicki asked me? I said, "You don't know why? John
liked you in it...a lot and so did I. Didn't you see
him staring at you all night long every chance he got
and didn't you wonder why he kept that sofa pillow on
his lap all evening?" "No." Vicki said.
"Did he?" I said.
"You know he did," Vicki smiled that knowing smile of
hers. Then she said, "You know I did notice him
looking and smiling and I really don't know why. He's
seen me topless once, so a nightie should be no big
deal." I said, "To guys lingerie... nighties... are
hot on a woman." Vicki smiled and said, "Maybe I
should wear more of them around you guys. I liked the
compliments and apparently you all liked me in a
nightie." I said, "Good with me. I hope you do and if
you have any more like that, that looks like that on
you--we'd like to see them too."
From then on, when it was football night Vicki had on
a nightie and she changed into one much earlier in the
evening like I asked her too. And always to rave
reviews from us both. Once after an especially sexy
football night Vicki asked me if I thought she should
go shopping because some of her nighties were old and
she needed some new ones. What she meant was she
wanted some different ones. Ones that were newer,
sexier, and I told her smiling if she needed money to
let me know. Vicki asked me what kind of nighties guys
like us liked and I said, "Do you have to ask? As long
as they show more boobs and legs guys are in heaven
and honey, your boobs and legs are waaay better than
any of the girls that hang around in our crowd and you
know it. Show them off."
My wife had legs a mile long and a very a very slim,
trim body. Except her boobs, which were really big.
36D's and lately maybe with some minor weight gain or
something they looked even bigger than that. And after
her boob surgery they were as firm as an 18 year olds.
Her nipples were the size of gumdrops and stuck
straight out VERY prominently in thin tops.
Over the next weeks new nighties showed up. Some very
short, some very low cut, some a mixture of both and
every single one them was hot on her. Our favorites
were the ones that were the combination of both,
naturally. One especially. That one was as short as a
tennis mini skirt and had an empire bust line. The
material was both thin and slightly sheer and the
elastic under the bust made it hug her boobs all the
way down underneath them to her ribcage. It
accentuated how far they stuck out from her chest and
man did it look hot on her. The material was clingy,
to the point of even showing the little bumps around
her nipples on her areolas. The stretchy material
clung to her tummy and butt cheeks and truly you could
see as much detail of her body's shape as if she was
nude, and yet she had something on that wasn't sheer
or see-thru. It wasn't overboard sexy if you had seen
it on a coat hanger, but it was unbelievably sexy on
her if you know what I mean? I really liked it and so
did John.
In bed the next night I mentioning that we could see
her nipples really clearly in last night's nightie,
almost in passing. She responded like I was being
silly, saying John has seen her a million times in
bathing suits and reminded me again he had even see
her topless once. That night as we made love we talked
a little sexier than usual and Vicki responded in such
a way to that, that I knew I had a subject here that
would definitely heat up our bed. The more I talked
about John looking at her boobs and legs and seeing
him try to look at her panties every time she bent
over or sat down, the harder she fucked me. I told her
that from now on, when she wore any nightie,
especially the short ones, panties were forbidden.
Vicki looked at me and said, "no way!" She said he'd
be looking at her pussy all night long and she wasn't
sure she wanted him to see it. But she was sooooo wet
it was amazing. I asked why if it was a turn off
thinking he might see her pussy, why was she so wet? I
didn't get an answer, but I really got fucked that
night. I knew I'd bring that up subject a lot now. I
liked the renewed heat in our bed. Over the next few
months the talking got nastier and several times I
asked if she ever wondered about what John would be
like if he fucked her? After several requests, over
several weeks, she began to answer me... graphically.
That turned out to be a very warm fall and winter for
me.
The remainder of football season, panties were
forbidden and Vicki didn't buck me on it. She said,
"It's your call. If you want me to do that for you,
then I'll do that for you." And she did. I never
actually saw Vicki flash John on purpose, but on
several occasions I saw a flash of hair when she sat
down on the sofa and crossed her legs to get
comfortable. And the bottom crescent of her butt
cheeks was a constant treat showing out from
underneath as she walked around. Almost every time we
made love I asked her to start flashing him on purpose
and talk of that REALLY turned Vicki on, so I kept
asking her to do it. In fact she may have done it, but
I never actually saw her do it. I just know that on
the nights when that evening's choice of nightie had
been very, very short, she was ungodly wet and hot and
I my cock was being played with before I even got
under the sheets.
The following summer we went with John and his steady
girlfriend, Linda, to Padre Island. We had rented a
very secluded beach house and the second day there the
girls went topless. A few brave people on the beach
had gone totally nude and one afternoon after many
drinks we all decided to see what it was like. It was
the first time I had seen Vicki totally nude in front
of people and I can't tell you what a turn on it was.
I was nude too, but not for long. My dick was
constantly hard looking at the girls and knowing and
seeing they were looking at my hard-on kept me in a
constant state of erection. Finally after a few
comments from the guys I put my trunks back on. Vicki
whispered to me, that "they had small dicks and were
jealous. All except for John." I whispered back.
"All except for John... what? You mean he's not
jealous?"
"No," Vicki replied, "He has no need to be jealous,
his is about the same size as yours. Theirs isn't."
I told her that night, that seeing her nude in front
of guys was a huge turn on. She acted as if she
thought it was a little weird that I would get a turn
on out of other men seeing her nude, but she laughed
and told me if I liked it, then she'd do it more for
me on the beach for that vacation. I don't know why
that idea amazed her? She knew full well already that
I wanted John to see her pussy every football night.
But at any rate she and John's girlfriend did just
that. Not only did they go nude at the beach, but they
would walk back to the room in a towel and lose it as
soon as they walked into the A/C. And I became more
comfortable too. In a day or two the four of us in our
cabin were often nude as we snacked or had a drink
before going back out.
Many small sexy things happened in those few days. The
comment about John's cock size catching Vicki's notice
especially. And I thought I would cum in my pants the
morning that I came onto the beach a few minutes after
the three of them and there was John putting lotion on
my wife's back... and then down her bare butt and onto
her legs... and she was totally nude. The other thing
was on the last day was a little rough water play.
John and I tried dunking the girls underwater as they
splashed us. I can't tell you all the accidental
brushes that happened between my crotch and his
girlfriend and I am sure between Vicki and John's.
We went home after a great vacation and again the
intimacy between all four of us had grown stronger
yet. This was when I first started thinking about what
it would be like to watch her with him for real. I
didn't want all out sex but I remembered thinking how
sexy it was to watch him rub lotion on her nude body,
and wondered what it would be like if I was to ever be
able to watch him do that again only it was in a
bedroom next time? And I'd remembered the erection I
got when his girlfriend rubbed her body against my
cock underwater that day and I'd picture that day
again and wonder if Vicki had made John hard doing
that to him? Just mental pictures, but vivid ones.
We continued to do things as two couples and on some
occasions on cheap weekend trips we'd even share
rooms. Remember I said all of this took place over a
long period of time? No fast seduction? Well as you
can tell, it did. Actually over a period of just over
two years...so far.
Anyway on our weekends, especially the ones where we
shared rooms it became almost non-eventful for us to
see each other in our underwear or less. John's
girlfriend Linda was a bit more of an exhibitionist
than the rest of us... at first. She'd sleep nude and
made no bones about doing it even when we shared
rooms. If she was the one to book the room she'd
always book a king-sized bed --- one room. When we'd
go to bed I'd always get in late and nudge Vicki over
to the center. I wanted John to be in the center just
once to see what would happen with him lying nude next
to Vicki all night, but it never happened. Linda would
always make sure it didn't. On two occasions I ended
up in the middle and it seemed to us later as if Linda
had gone out of her way those nights to explain why
she had to sleep in the middle too... next to me...
and nude. "Afraid of falling out of bed" ... "cold".
Once there she'd sleep, snuggled close to me so her
body stayed touching mine but she never touched my
cock. I wondered later if she was trying to tease me
into touching her. Then I just dismissed the idea as
sexy thinking on my part and forgot it. Neither Vicki
nor John ever said anything about it. I don't think
they wanted to call attention to us, because it might
bring questions from Linda and I back. John would sit
and watch my wife undress, walk around the rooms. And
Vicki was now making no bones about openly flashing
him. I'm not sure but I think part of that was because
of Linda. Linda's openness of being nude constantly in
the rooms naturally kept my attention. She shaved down
there and for me that was sexy to look at.
I didn't want my Vicki to shave. I loved her to be
natural. She had a full bush and that to me was the
sexiest way for a woman to look. But being new to me I
sure did look at Linda being clean shaven. Conversely
because John was used to seeing Linda with no pubic
hair, Vicki's curly hair covering her pussy drew his
attention. So I think to counter my looking at Linda,
Vicki made sure John looked at her. There was no open
jealousy between the girls, but maybe in that one way,
there was a hint of it.
Sometimes to be blatant about outdoing Linda, Vicki
would sit on the edge of the bed or in a room chair
and do her toenails while she and John talked. She'd
draw one knee up tight against her chest, just under
her chin so the heel of her one foot was on the edge
of the bed or chair, and then she'd put polish on her
toenails. That of course presented a very sexy view of
her pussy to John. And John of course was always glad
to sit and talk to Vicki while she did her toenails.
In front of her. I wonder why? LOL Linda would pretend
not to notice, but she did. So did I.
Well as I said the friendship continued like this for
two plus years. Trips continued, some sleepovers, at
our house even.
Once in particular John and I had gone out very late
to a friend's bachelor party, I let him stay at our
house because it was late and we were both quite
drunk. That next morning, I recall, out of the
bathroom comes my naked wife, startled, not expecting
me to be up or John to be there. She wasn't
embarrassed and actually made a minute or so of
conversation with us naked before going off to the
bedroom and putting something on. Standing there
talking, even nude, wasn't a big deal anymore, but
seeing her rumpled hair... and nude... that bedroom
look seemed overboard sexy that morning.
Even John said "holy shit" under his breath when he
looked over at me with raised eyebrows. When he stood
up to get dressed I could see he had a hard-on
sticking out in his underwear and he made no attempt
to stop me from seeing it and knowing Vicki had caused
it. It was at that this point that the idea entered my
head that if I ever was to want a threesome, John
would be the one I'd pick and I knew even then that
Vicki would fuck John in a heartbeat without one
single objection. We had gotten that close.
Well I never discussed that idea with my wife... much.
Oh maybe a few mentions about it while watching a soft
porn movie when the plot included wife watching, or
well...maybe often while we were having intercourse.
LOL It turned us both on to discuss nasty things while
having sex, so why not? "Some man" fucking my wife
began to come up more and more in bed having sex. I
remember that she told me in didn't surprise her that
it was a fantasy of mine because of what I had told
her after she went nude in front of the guys. And in
fact since we had been open about that subject in bed
for a while now, Vicki admitted maybe it wasn't such a
bad idea maybe if that was to happen, with "some man"
we knew. But she flatly and quickly told me that there
was no way she was picking up some jerk to give me a
thrill. But if it was someone we both knew, well that
might be different. I agreed that "someone" we knew
would be the best idea, but I didn't go any further. I
don't think I needed too. We both smiled at each other
and kissed after I said that and there was a kind of
knowing look back and forth. Then we dropped it.
After that night I noticed her flirting a little more
aggressively with several of our friends who had seen
her nude at the beach. Nothing outrageous, just
friendlier than usual in touchy ways, if you know what
I mean? She would never confirm it, saying it was just
coincidence, or imagination, but I noticed that she
wore shorter skirts a little more often than before in
certain situations. I sure didn't mind. Vicki had the
best legs I had ever seen on a woman--any woman. I
wondered if she was being flirtier because maybe the
idea of threesome was now in her mind, or did I just
wishfully think it was? At any rate she now knew it
was in mine and she knew it turned me on, so maybe
that was why she was flirtier? To excite and please
me.
Well believe it or not over 3 years had passed now
since we'd gotten married. In that time John had
married Linda... and then split up. The split hit John
hard and he was feeling pretty down about life in
general. We felt bad for him because we were so close
to both of them. Linda had apparently, to our surprise
started screwing someone from work shortly before
their wedding but went through with the wedding
anyway. Of course it lasted just a year and she was
having an affair for almost the whole time. John was
devastated. Vicki and I said back and forth after we
heard she was screwing around how things we had seen
her do around guys--and even me---for the last year
added up now. Hindsight.
We decided to get our friend cheered up a bit so we
rented a little place down by the beach, and invited
him to stay with us for a long weekend. Not the same
cabin as usual. Too many memories there right now, but
still down by the beach. We knew that John loved the
beach and that would relax him, take his mind off of
everything going on in his life.
This would be the first time that we would spend this
much time together without Linda. Despite the sad
circumstances I couldn't help thinking about a few
sexy things that could happen in that tiny private
cabin.
That first Friday night was pretty uneventful. We were
tired after a full workweek and a long car ride so we
unpacked and went to the boardwalk to eat and hit the
casino before retiring for the evening.
Saturday morning started with my wife making coffee
and breakfast in a baggy old nightshirt. It was great
as she reached for cups and dishes a little butt cheek
would show and as she bent over table to serve food
the loose fitting nightshirt would allow a great view
of her big boobs. I thought she hadn't noticed me
looking but after serving us our plates she stopped
while still bent over and gave us a little dirty look.
She said, "Hey, are you guys through looking down my
shirt?" Then she said something about us acting like
two high school boys, we laughed and finished eating.
We lay out in the sun all-day and hung out and then
took showers got dressed and went out to dinner. Vicki
wore a mini-length sundress with thin straps over her
shoulders and no bra. She looked great not sultry or
anything, but great. Her tanned legs, big full breasts
looked very arousing. After dinner as planned we took
off for a club where we danced and drank waaay more
than our limits. Vicki was a great dancer.
She took turns dancing with me and John until she had
us both gasping for air, so much so that we actually
convinced a guy next to us at the bar to dance with
her for a while (not that he needed much convincing).
It was late and a slow song came on to end the night
of dancing and close the club. John made a motion to
get off the floor but she said something and they
stayed. I had seen them dance before but something
about that dance was sexier. Her full body and breasts
pressed against him and her head resting on his
shoulder. After the dance we all agreed to call it a
night. On the walk home she held both our arms and I
commented to John that well at least we both scored,
so he'd not feel left out without a date.
As usual Vicki was always ready for a comeback line
saying that neither one of us, or even both, had
enough energy for her tonight. She said she was
feeling good. Wound up and ready to keep partying, she
said. The kidding continued as we said that we would
fix her when we got home. John said at one point that
I needed to control my woman. She was acting wild
tonight.
We arrived home and though thoroughly drunk we broke
out a few more beers. At that point Vicki said she was
going to get dressed for bed. I of course fired back
that she wouldn't need any clothes for bed tonight.
She laughed and said something like, "well the same
goes for you two then." Then she said with a laugh
that as tired as we were dancing that probably we were
getting to be too old for things like that, then
winked.
When she left the room John said how great Vicki and I
was to help him when he was down. He said Vicki was
like hanging out with one of the guys because she can
take the kidding and dish right back out at you. I
agreed but I wanted to get her for being mean so I
suggested that we strip down to nothing and wait for
her to come back just to see what she'd do after
calling us "old". We both figured that would get a
surprised look and a good laugh out of her and she
would call us to jerks. So we quickly started to
stripped down to nothing. But then John said "what if
she doesn't take it as a joke?"
I instantly had a second thought and we hastily got
redressed.
Just then the bathroom door opened and out walked
Vicki, but she wasn't in a nightgown. She had not
changed yet. Apparently she had just gone to the
bathroom and was then coming back to the living room.
When she walked in still fully dressed John and shot a
look at each other like wow did we almost fuck up! We
laughed out loud. Vicki instantly asked what that was
all about. Were we expecting her to come out nude or
something? That really got a laugh out of John and I.
Vicki then looked at us suspiciously and asked,
"What's up with you guys? Let's go for a walk on the
beach, I'm not tired yet... unless you're both too old
and tired". And she winked at us again.
We headed for the door but just as we opened it a loud
crash of thunder came and then a bright flash of
lightening, and then it rained like someone was
dumping buckets of water. On the shore the storms come
up fast and this one sure did. It had gone from being
a warm summer evening to a barn burner of a
thunderstorm in just the span of 20 minutes. We ducked
back into the cabin just as another bolt of lightning
hit... and then the electric went out. Now this was a
nice cabin, but it was old. Not many windows in those
older styles and even if there was in the middle of
the night -- in a thunderstorm -- the inside of the
cabin was pitch black.
I took a step back and kicked a table leg and
something glass fell over and broke. Vicki said to
take her hands and we'll ease over to where we can sit
down or whatever so we don't wreck the cabin. The
lights will be back on soon she said. In the process
of finding each other Vicki let out a laugh and said,
"That's not my hand... and I think you know it." John
said, "Sorry that was me." Vicki said, "That's OK. I
know you know my hand from my boob though don't you
John?" John said sure he did. Vicki said, "Ok then
you can let go of it now." And that got a real laugh.
Then John said, "You wanted some late night exercise,
right? So if we can't go outside, maybe we can all
exercise inside, unless you think Steve and I are too
old for that, that is?"
Well I didn't really know what to say at that point
because I didn't know what was next, or for that
matter what I wanted next. I had ahold of Vicki's
hand. I let go and moved my hand to her boobs to see
what she'd do. I figured maybe she'd not know it was
my hand and I was curious to see what she'd do if she
thought maybe it was John's again. When I moved my
hand up to hold Vicki's boob I felt a bare breast in
my hand. John had already slipped the straps of
Vicki's sundress down over her shoulders in the dark.
Both breasts were bare. John's hand was gently
squeezing her left boob when I moved my hand to that
side. Touching his hand was like an electric shock. I
pulled my hand back fast and then it hit me Vicki was
already being played with and hadn't said anything.
Instead of me doing anything after the initial
reaction of that reality had set in, I simply slid my
hand back up to her unused breasts and began playing
with that one.
Then I felt Vicki's hand on my crotch. I wondered
where the other hand was, but I didn't reach over to
check. I think I knew. Then without saying a word
Vicki unzipped me and took my hard dick into her hand
and began slowly to stroke it. For just a small second
I remembered thinking I hoped the lights didn't back
on just then.
I was hard as a rock. I said, "Honey do I feel old,
now?" Vicki laughed that killer cute laugh of hers and
said "no honey, you don't." I said, "Does John feel
old to you?" Vicki said, "No he feels just as young as
you do". And then you could have heard a pin drop in
that cabin. I knew John's cock was in her hand. John
knew her other hand was full of my cock, and Vicki
knew she had just told us a threesome was already
taking place in the dark of that cabin.
For a very long moment nothing was said. Then I felt
the hair of John's head brush my right hand and I knew
his mouth was on my wife's nipple. I was in another
world, all different emotions were going on in my
head. I was drunk and knew it. Vicki was more than
buzzed, and I knew John was too. It's not an excuse,
but as I stood there I wondered if any of this would
be happening if we were all sober? I knew I didn't
mind Vicki and John. In fact I couldn't even imagine
this scenario happening if it didn't include him. And
I did want this to happen sometime, so maybe liquor
and this storm helped it happen, but in the end run I
had hoped it would for a long time, so I just let the
situation envelope me...all of us.
Tipsy, so hot my knees were shaking being jacked off
like this, I just stood there frozen. My brain was
saying that "maybe" I didn't want him doing this with
my wife... while my cock was saying, wow I have
masturbated to this fantasy about a gazillion times,
let it go. In the end run I just stood there and said
nothing. I am not sure whether Vicki was doing this
because she was drunk, or proving a point by not
backing down (that was soooo her) on the "both of us
being too old" comment, which she knew I -- we --
would challenge us to prove it was untrue, or if she
wanted this too? At this point it didn't matter
anymore. We all three evidentially wanted to do
this... and we were.
I don't know why but I moved my hand back over to see
if John's head was still was still next to my hand, if
his mouth was still on Vicki's nipple. I didn't dare
reach down to feel Vicki's pussy for fear that John
and I's hands would touch. I almost knew his hand was
in her panties by how shaky Vicki was standing there,
but I didn't reach down to be certain. John was no
longer nursing my wife but I felt him massaging her
breast and for just a second my hand rested on his as
if to let him know I knew what he was doing and it was
OK.
As I felt him massaging her breast I knew even if he
wasn't playing with her pussy this was it for my wife
anyway. Even if he hadn't of gotten to her pussy yet,
Vicki's tits are the gateway to having her fully
commit to intercourse. I know it sounds funny to say
but if a dirty, old man with no teeth somehow managed
to play with my wife's tits for even a few minutes it
would make her hot. Vicki's tits were her number one
erogenous zone. I knew since John's hands and mouth
were on them and Vicki was allowing it this was like
an avalanche that was already underway.
This went on for a few minutes more and then finally
John broke the silence. He said, "If we don't sit down
or lay down my knees are shaking so bad I'm gonna fall
down." That little quip broke the silence. It didn't
break the mood, but it broke the silence. With that
Vicki let go of my cock and I guess John's and took us
each by the hand and started moving us slowly towards
the bedroom. We followed. A bright flash of lightening
let us know where we were in the room so we could
orient ourselves in a strange place and we made a move
for the bedroom door. I quickly glimpsed Vicki in the
lightening. After John had slipped the spaghetti
straps of her little sundress off of her shoulders it
had fallen to the floor and she was nude except for
her panties. John's cock was out and hard. That
confirmed what I already was thinking and now I knew
that Vicki had been stroking John's meat too.
Once in the bedroom we all simply fell onto the bed.
The bedrooms in that cabin were so small we couldn't
help but fall onto it if we were in the room at all.
As soon as we hit the bed I reached down and slid
Vicki's panties down to her knees. She raised her legs
and in the dark I felt her kick them all the way off.
From here on it was a blur of singular events that I
recall like little snippets of this is happening
now... this now... now this.
I slid one arm under the small of Vicki's back as I
lay next to her. I reached over her with my other arm
and held her tight. I held Vicki close in my arms and
we kissed like we used too so long ago when we first
dated. Long, deep, wet kisses filled with so much
passion. I felt John moving on the old bed and then I
could vaguely hear wet, sucking noises and knew
instinctively that John was eating my wife. Instantly
her breathing changed and I felt her lift her ass to
push her pussy into John's face. Then sometime later I
felt John's chest pressing down against the arm I had
over Vicki holding her. The bed began to move and the
old springs began to squeak slightly and I knew John
had mounted my wife and was fucking her.
As we kissed and John pumped my wife it seemed like
two separate events going on at once. Related... but
not related to each other. I remember I moved one hand
down under Vicki's ass so I could feel John's thrusts
going into her. Strangely though Vicki was not moving
her ass like she always does when I give my cock to
her. I whispered in her ear that I wanted her to fuck
John like she does me. "Show him what kind of woman I
have", I pleaded. "It's OK honey fuck him like you do
me", I whispered. Then after a brief kiss to reassure
each other I felt Vicki's muscles in her butt
responding and matching the rhythm of John's thrusting
cock.
The sounds of lovemaking filled the pitch black
bedroom. Heavy breathing from John as he pumped Vicki.
I could feel the bed move and hear each quick rush of
breath from Vicki every time he plunged his stiff cock
forward into her pussy. I could hear Vicki breathing
coarsely as she took John's pounding. The quiet moans
of pleasure from them both. Other than a word or two
being said by John and my whispers there was no
conversation.
I wished I could see what this looked like as it was
happening. I was lying next to my wife holding her.
Vicki was holding my hard dick with her left hand down
between us. We were kissing each other, and John was
between her legs fucking her. I pictured his ass as
he'd pull it out then sharply stab his hard cock back
into my wife's pussy. From watching porn I could
almost see his balls slapping against Vicki's butt
cheeks and the wetness of her pussy juices on them and
running down her butt cheeks and onto the sheets.
Vicki would alternately hump up to him then literally
squirm under him as he gave it to her.
I figured John would cum in an instant like Vicki had
as soon as he had entered her, but I was in for a
surprise. Vicki had started cumming hard almost right
away, lifting her butt off the bed to meet John's deep
thrusts into her pussy. But John didn't cum as quickly
as I had expected. I had figured lonely, with Jenny
gone, the booze, and finally getting to fuck Vicki for
the first time he'd blow his load in her almost
instantly, but instead John was fucking my wife with
patience and I guess...ability. And it struck me...
tenderness. Like you would if you were making love to
someone you really cared about.
I knew John was appreciating how Vicki was fucking
him. I was appreciating how she was fucking him. After
all just minutes earlier I had found myself telling
her that I wanted her to show John how well she fucked
me, encouraging her. Vicki never acted like she heard
me, but her body responded as soon as I said that.
Vicki stiffened and moaned gently as our mouths
pressed together even tighter now. I knew John was
making my wife cum again. She had always had great
orgasms but as I held her this one of the best I had
seen. The amazing thing to me was John still hadn't
cum. He was fucking like the guys in the porn flicks.
They seem like they can fuck for hours and not even
come close to losing it. He continued to fuck her and
within minutes she again came yet again. Her sounds of
pleasure were unbelievable as she came this time. I
think I was more turned on than I had ever been in my
life.
Then she broke our embrace and said something quiet to
him. With that they flipped over and she got on top.
And again they fucked, this time Vicki riding him.
Vicki was in heaven for all intents and purposes.
Lightening flashed and it was like taking a snapshot
in time in that brief instant of light. I saw sweat
running down the center of Vicki's chest between her
boobs. She was humping his stiff cock for all she was
worth. I reached up and started to stroke her hair.
A second brilliant, longer flash of lightening
illuminated the room and in that instant Vicki looked
over at me with a weird kind of look, almost like she
was saying, she was sorry, but she never stopped
humping John. I just whispered and said, "it's okay.
He is our best friend", and with that she leaned
toward me and we kissed as she continued to fuck my
friend.
I guess that sounds made up, but as she kept humping
John's cock, she and I were kissing. We held a long,
tender French kiss and for some reason I felt as close
to her as if it was my cock that was in her. Gently
Vicki reached over and again took ahold of my stiff
prick. Then she began to gasp again. Her lips were
pressed tightly against mine. My cock was in her grip
and she was cumming on John's cock all at the same
time. It sounds odd, but to me the real intimacy in
the room at that moment was between her and I as we
kissed.
I vaguely heard John mumble something about he was
going to cum. That triggered Vicki into cumming again
and she joined him as he exploded inside of her. Their
sounds were loud, the moment so erotic, I was ashamed
to say it but I couldn't remember the last time that
we had fucked like that. They both came hard and then
Vicki collapsed onto his chest and the both laid there
breathing heavily. I rubbed my wife's back and stroked
her hair.
After a few minutes John got up and left the room to
go to the bathroom. Vicki moved towards me and I took
her in my arms. We stayed that way for a long time.
She whispered a few things about liquor...not really
wanting this to happen... but I assured her that
although I was a bit apprehensive when it began, I was
okay with it. And John was the only person I could
ever imagine sharing her like this with. We kissed and
proceeded to make love for what seemed like hours. I
thought I would probably cum immediately after all
this, but surprisingly I didn't cum fast either.
Fucking Vicki felt like never before. There seemed to
be a profound feeling of intimacy between us. As I
slid my cock into her it felt like I was feeling warm
silk. The lubrication... the feeling of John's cum in
her... was fantastic. I just kept sliding my cock in
and out of her enjoying that feeling. John never came
back. I guess he realized we were making love now, and
went back to his room.
We awoke and John was already having coffee, Vicki
blushed a bit and so did John. He asked if we were
okay with last night. He said he had laid awake
worrying about it. We told him that we were fine and
we both had enjoyed what had happened and were so glad
we shared that first time for us experience with him.
With that, to show him we meant it, Vicki gave him a
long hug and a tender kiss.
We spent that morning at the beach were we talked
about how it had happened and what was going through
each person's mind--then and now. At one point Vicki
actually told John she had no idea why Linda had
cheated on him, he was a great fuck. John laughed said
thank you. He said I know now why your husband loves
you so much and is so proud of you. You make a man
feel like a king. The more we talked about the whole
thing from last night, the more turned on I got.
Finally I just asked out loud, "Is this making anyone
but me want to do this again... right now?"
We all almost raced back to the cabin. Together, all
three of us in bed loving this time, we took turns
most of the afternoon until finally Vicki said
"enough". She said she was so sore she simply had to
stop for a while. I suggested maybe a warm bath to
relax and soak, and Vicki just nodded. After she had
gone to the bathroom to draw the water in the antique
tub, John and I just laid and stared at the ceiling.
After her leisurely soak Vicki came back into the
bedroom. Seeing we were still laid out in bed Vicki
proceeded to crawl in-between us. "Don't get any
ideas", she said. "I'm so sore it's gonna take a week
before I want to even think about sex again." That was
good for a laugh. After a long silence Vicki said, "I
have a confession to make. I loved sharing myself with
both of you. One of you is the man I love and one of
you is one of my best friends in the world, but if it
had not been for everything being like it was... the
booze relaxing me and the fact it was so dark that
none of us could even see each other, I don't think
I'd have done that. The fact it was so dark was the
thing that did it," Vicki said. I think otherwise I'd
have been self-conscious, embarrassed maybe... even
feeling what I do for you both. It was almost like
since I couldn't see or be seen that it was OK... more
relaxing... easier to do. Ya know what I mean?"
Then Vicki said thoughtfully, "that said I would feel
bad if we never spent another special time like this
again. I hope we do this again... if you guys want
too." John and I knew an answer wasn't necessary. We
just both hugged Vicki and lay back on the pillows.
After that we laid in silence for a while and then one
by one we drifted off to sleep.
That was in August of last year and we haven't done it
again, but yesterday Vicki told me she had a special
celebration planned for my birthday in June. I think I
know what it is.
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