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Our First Threesome
by The One and Only Bob (no address provided)
***
A man who can no longer perform sexually, convinces his
wife of 30 years to have a threesome with another man.
(MMF, wife, swingers)
***
My wife and I haven't had much of a sex life for a long
time. Busy work schedules, a lot of travel for me, some
issues for my wife, and the standard boredom that sets
into a marriage after three decades. We were in the four
or five times a year rut that was driving me crazy.
There's no worse torture for a guy than lying next to
the most beautiful woman you know and having her show no
interest.
For years I'd tried talking my wife Crys into a three
way. Never with another woman, as the old saying goes
"why disappoint two people at once." I knew she had no
interest in women, and I knew I had enough problems with
keeping one satisfied, two would be a disaster.
In fact, it was the idea that I couldn't satisfy her
that got me thinking about it. Ninety five percent of
the time we'd had sex in the last decade required a
vibrator or some means other than me to get her off. I'd
become, later in life, the standard bearer for the three
pump chumps of the world. I often wondered if that
wasn't why she was so blasé about making love anymore.
Why become a sticky cum soaked mess when she could just
wait for me to leave town and use a vibrator for a
better result with no mess.
One night, we were lying in bed watching some porn to
try and get in the mood. I had intentionally picked a
movie that had a wife being fucked in front of her
husband (or so they claimed, I recognized both as porn
veterans). Not unexpectedly, while she was stroking my
cock to get me hard I came all over her hand. It wasn't
hard to tell how disappointed she was as I got a dildo
and vibrator out to finish her.
As I pistoned the six inch rubber penis into her, I
asked her, what's the difference between me doing this,
and doing what they are on the screen? I'd be there to
watch, and you could get what you deserve from a guy. We
ended up talking about it for an hour, as I brought her
off a few times with the toys, and she finally agreed we
could try it, one time. But she had the option to back
out at any time.
Over the next couple of days I had constant boners
thinking about it. But we had to figure out the
logistics of finding a guy. Neither of us thought doing
it with someone we knew was a good idea, just awkward.
So then we thought about the websites and smart phone
apps for picking people up.
We looked over a couple of them, and were kind of
freaked out by the profiles and way people responded.
Finally we found an app that wasn't too bad. Then it was
figuring out the type of guy. Anyone who immediately
sent a cock picture was eliminated, which got rid of a
bunch of guys. Some with some pretty impressive
equipment, but not the way to introduce yourself.
After a few weeks of better than average sex between us
thinking and talking about this, we settled on a guy
named Jerry. He was about 15 years younger than us, in
decent shape, and both through chats and phone calls
seemed like a good guy, who understood what we were
doing, and what the rules would be. Some folks will find
this odd, but no nude pictures were exchanged either
way. We did get a picture of him in some running gear,
and he got a bikini shot of my wife.
The day to meet him finally arrived, and my wife prepped
herself like it was going to be a real first date. A
little make up (she never wears much), some perfume, and
an orange dress than shows off a lot of cleavage, which
she has plenty of. I could see she was nervous, so
before we left I mixed her a drink and had her sit down
and relax. I reminded her we'd both had sex for the
enjoyment of sex before, and this was nothing different.
When we got to the hotel we met Jerry in the restaurant.
He was better looking than the pictures he had sent, and
was obviously impressed with how my wife looked. We did
the introductions and grabbed a table, and ordered
drinks and some appetizers.
Jerry turned out to be a pretty class guy, while most
would just want to get to the room he wanted to get to
know us a little better. We spent an hour nibbling
nachos and other munchies and getting a few more drinks
down while we got to know each other.
I knew my wife was getting more comfortable, much more,
when she came back from the rest room and sat with him
instead of me. I felt a pang of jealousy at first, but
that subsided when her foot came to rest in my crotch.
I'm not sure where her left hand was resting, but it
wasn't above the table, and Jerry was a bit red in the
face for a few seconds.
After a few more minutes of talking and drinking we
settled up the bill and head up to our room. I'd gotten
one with a hot tub in the room, since I knew my wife
liked that. When we got in the room she turned to me and
gave me a huge kiss, and asked if I was still okay with
this; something I thought I'd be asking her. I told her
I was, and she turned and gave Jerry a hug, and kissed
his neck. As his hands slipped down to her waist I saw
her give him a bit of a grind with her crotch.
She asked us to run her a bath while she went to the
bathroom to freshen up. While she was out of the room
Jerry asked me if I was sure this was going to be okay.
I assured him I was fine with it as long as she was.
When she re-entered the room she was wearing only the
matching bra, panties and stockings we'd gotten at her
favorite lingerie store, and her heels. Jerry was
floored, not many women my wife's age look that
stunningly good in an outfit like that. But she
definitely looks good.
She sat on the edge of the bed and asked us to get her
ready for her bath. We each took off a shoe and
stocking, both stroking her legs as we did. When it came
time to unclasp her bra I gave the guest the honors. As
her 34GG breasts fell from the bra you could see the
look of amazement on Jerry's face. At 50 most women with
breasts that large are sagging but not her; just the
normal amount of gravity fall, but still firm and
beautiful.
We each took a nipple in our mouths, because they are
impossible to resist, but she pushed us away, "bath
time, that will come later." Then I removed her panties
to expose her freshly trimmed crotch. We both tried
rubbing her thighs and touching her, but were again
rebuked as she stood to go to the waiting hot tub.
When she slipped in the water and turned on the jets
Jerry and I each grabbed a washcloth, he started with
her face, me with her feet. It was both exciting and
nerve wracking watching another man caress my naked
wife. Jerry gently washed her face and forehead, as I
worked on one foot and calf, then the other.
As I started her thighs, he began working on her arms
one at a time. As he pulled one arm straight and out of
the tub to wash it she placed her hand on his crotch. I
was watching my wife rub another man's cock through his
pants, and my dick twitched in mine. She brought a foot
up and did the same to me, feeling that I was getting
hard.
As I began washing her tummy, staying away from what I
wanted to touch most, Jerry began washing her breasts
one at a time. He'd lift the large firm orbs with one
hand, and gently scrub with the other. This was the spot
where I should have screamed, "Stop touching my wife!"
but I couldn't. Her head was laid back on the edge of
the tub, and I could see she was enjoying the treatment.
As he finished her breasts she rolled in the tub, and
said, "Bob, wash my back, Jerry wash my butt." I sat on
the edge washing her back in slow circle motions, and
watched as Jerry concentrated her ass. As he'd get close
to the crack she'd wiggle, trying to get his hand where
she really wanted it. Again Jerry showed his skill by
avoiding it, and making her wait.
When the bath was over she stood and stepped out, each
of us men with a towel working on either side to dry
her. As we dried her lovely boobs she pulled both our
heads down to suck her nipples. While we each nursed on
her beauty she had a hand rubbing each of us again. "I
think you boys are over dressed for this", she said as
she pushed us up.
This was the part of the night I was kind of nervous
about. I hadn't been naked with a hard on and another
guy in the room in a long time, especially not a guy who
was going to have sex with my wife. Jerry looked a bit
nervous, too, we both took off our shirts, and while I'm
not fat, I have "the Dad bod" - Jerry wasn't cut and
muscular, but was a lot trimmer and more fit looking
than me, that was for sure. His arms were a bit more
toned, his chest a little more defined.
Crys could feel both our apprehension and helped things
along by unbuckling our belts one at a time as we kicked
off our shoes. We both unbuttoned our pants and let them
fall. You might have thought we coordinated things as
our blue boxer briefs were exposed. It was obvious from
mine that I was already as hard as I could get, Jerry on
the other hand had a nice bulge but it was just as clear
that he needed to be worked up to the job.
Crys began rubbing both of us through the underwear, but
she was looking more at him. She'd seen me thousands of
times; she was discovering something new on the other
side. At this point, like hundreds before, I had to move
her hand from me, lest I shoot right then. It was
exciting and embarrassing to know how hot this was
making me, and her.
Jerry and I picked her up, something we'd talked about
on a chat at one point or another, and carried her to
the bed. As we stood from laying her down she pulled
down both our pairs of underwear. The moment of truth
had finally arrived. In most of these stories this is
where the husband sees the other man's ten inch cock
that's as thick as a beer can. Not the case with Jerry,
while I'm pretty average in length and girth he was just
an inch or so longer, maybe seven or slightly bigger,
and half again as thick me. She pulled us both onto the
bed by our hardness, we lay one on either side, and as
she stroked us we again began suckling at her nipples.
Each of us was running a hand up and down her thighs,
and as we'd get to where they met you could feel a heat
I know I'd never caused on my own. We continued like
this for a few minutes, and I tried to slip my head down
between her legs. I wanted to taste her, knowing how hot
she was, but she wouldn't let me, and pulled me back to
her breast.
Jerry was working a finger on her clit, and she moved it
off. It was clear that she wanted to get off on a hard
cock, not a finger or a tongue. As we both continued on
her breasts and rubbing her body I was reminded of a
letter she'd written years ago. A fantasy was to have
hands all over her, and it was happening right now.
She was squirming and wiggling and trying to get
something to touch her, but then stopping it before we
could. Her body was telling her to get off; her mind was
telling her to take her time. This wasn't going to be
like making love to me and having to work fast, this
could be slow.
She couldn't take it any longer she rolled Jerry on his
back. She had him slide down so his legs hung off the
bed, and I watched my wife begin jacking him off. She
straddled him in a reverse cowboy, with his erection
just in front of her, and had me move and stand at the
end of the bed. She pulled me as close as the bed, and
his legs, would allow and leaned forward and started
giving me a deep kiss, then reached down to grab me.
My wife was now sucking my tongue down her throat, while
she stroked two incredibly hard penises. I held her
tight as she continued the kiss and the strokes. I ran
one hand down to her ass, where I found one of Jerry's,
also. Just rubbing under her cheeks I could feel the
heat coming from her. I knew she was beyond ready, I'd
seen her like this at times when I would tease her for a
long period of time. She gets to a certain point where
all that teasing has to quit and she just needs a cock.
She let go of me and wrapped her arm around me as she
rose up and forward. She broke the kiss and looked me in
the eyes, as if to make sure one last time this was
okay. I was pretty sure that at this point using a safe
word and stopping things would be a bigger mistake than
what was about to happen, so I nodded and gave her
another kiss.
As we kissed for a second I could feel the hand she was
holding Jerry with moving back and forth, my wife was
rubbing another man at the opening of a place only I'd
been for thirty years. As her arm stopped moving she
inched down just slightly, let go of Jerry and wrapped
both arms around me, and kissed me deeper as she rode
down on him.
I'm not sure how guilt, shame, humiliation, relief and
joy all co-exist inside a person, but I felt all those
emotions at that second. Years earlier I'd done horrible
things outside our marriage that should never have been
done. At that second I felt as though she finally had
her revenge, and it was a relief. The guilt of how it
must have felt to her to find out I'd been cheating,
though this could hardly be considered on the same
level, I had small taste of what she must have gone
through.
The shame was that I needed to get someone else to do
what I couldn't anymore for my wife. And finally, after
a few seconds, when she had settled on Jerry's cock, and
they both started to move and work towards a rhythm, the
humiliation of having to turn away so when I came like a
fountain I didn't spray the two of them. This is why he
was here, because like a 13 year old seeing his first
set of naked tits; my cock betrayed me again and shot
its load before anyone was ready.
Jerry broke the spell as they started moving when he
announced how incredibly tight she was. I knew this, and
was somehow glad he was enjoying it and finding out.
Kind of like guys brag about the size of their girls
boobs, which everyone can see, this was like bragging
rights. My beautiful wife had the tightest pussy this
guy had felt in years.
I was about to start playing with a breast when I looked
at her face and realized it probably wasn't necessary,
my wife was already biting her bottom lip and had her
eyes in the "I'm about to cum" mode. I knew that it was
much more than the minute she'd been riding Jerry that
was causing to her to be so excited.
It may well have been thirty years of imagining what it
would be like to be with someone else. Or it may have
been twenty-five of wanting to get her revenge; or maybe
just the excitement off someone new. After another half
minute or so though, I could see by the way she slammed
down on Jerry's cock and held herself that she was
having her first orgasm of the night.
A bit of jealousy did creep in at this point. Normally
when we'd make love after one orgasm she'd be so
sensitive to being touched she'd start laughing and we'd
have to stop. Not tonight, as she recovered she started
moving up and down again, looking for number two. We'd
have a few nights where that could happen over the
years, but few and far between.
She reached out again and gave me another kiss. This one
felt different, nearly like an unspoken thank you. Then
she nearly floored me when she whispered in my ear, "I
want you to take some pictures." We'd agreed earlier
that we wouldn't do that just in case. Who was I to
argue, and honestly, they'd give me masturbation
material for my next few work trips out of town.
As I got my camera phone she rose off of him and turned
around, now her ass was to me, but she still got to be
on top, a position she loved. As she settled back over
his body I lined up a shot of him, hard and firm, lined
up with the opening of her pussy. I knew that when we
watched porn one of the things she loved was seeing
penetration shots. So I got a few pictures of him
waiting to enter, and then switched my camera to video,
and just in time, as she pushed herself back onto him.
This is the most complementary camera angle for guys;
our cocks all look bigger when we are on our backs. This
was no exception. Jerry looked twice my size from this
angle, as his cock plunged into my wife. I knew she was
being opened farther than I could, and feeling things
deeper than she had with me. She pulled herself almost
completely off of him, even the head nearly slipping out
as she rode up. This was her favorite, long, slow
strokes; I was hoping she'd get more strokes that I
normally gave her.
This position lasted about ten minutes; I know this
because my phone had five two minute videos on it, two
of them clearly showing my wife having an orgasm. She
was up to three when she said she wanted to switch
positions, and asked Jerry for a little doggy style.
I'm not the best at that position, when I am hard I
stick nearly straight up, so it's hard to get a good
angle. Jerry stuck almost straight out, so he was
perfect for it. I got a few more pictures of him lining
up and entering Crys. Her pussy was red, and wet and
gaping at this point, but she wanted more, I could tell.
Jerry rubbed is now purple cock head over her entrance,
teasing her as she'd try and move back and get him
inside. Finally he pushed himself all the way in, and
she went forward to her elbows, grabbing the sheets.
As I took a picture from the side of the bed she reached
out and grabbed my hip, pulling me towards the top of
the bed, having me sit in front of her. As another man
was fucking my wife from behind she began licking my
still soft penis to try and bring it back to life.
Twenty years ago I could get away with a quick trigger
because ten minutes later she could have me hard again
and we'd be off to the races. The second time around I'd
even last long enough to do some good. Now, though, poor
physical shape, health problems and more than likely my
own head made it hard to get hard a second time. Not
this night, though. She moved herself to slow Jerry's
pace so she could get me into her mouth, and sucked me
to my second erection of the night.
For a few minutes, as my cock was being sucked in a way
it hadn't in years, I was able to kind of forget there
was another guy giving my wife the long stroke
treatment. Then the pace of her sucking changed, and I
realized my wife was having another orgasm. If you've
never had a woman giving you a blow job while she cums,
let me tell you it's an experience. Her pace, breathing
and suction kept changing as she went farther over her
own cliff. As she came down I could tell she was
starting to get worn out from the experience, but was
still handling both of us like a champ.
Then I looked up at Jerry, and realized he wasn't going
to last much longer, either. He'd been going at this for
twenty minutes or so and looked like he was close to
being finished himself. I told Crys it looked like Jerry
was close, and she reached between her legs and started
rubbing her own clit, to get one last shot before the
night ended.
I pulled myself out of her mouth, and moved to get a
breast in my hand and started tweaking her nipple. If
she wanted one more orgasm before he was finished, who
was I to not do everything I could to help. It took two
more minutes of her rubbing, me pinching nipples, and
Jerry now stroking into her like a mad man, and she came
one last time. As she did Jerry pushed himself in as
deep as he could and let loose himself. I was still
hard, but knew I wasn't getting a second tonight. I
didn't care, as long as she got as many as she wanted.
The next awkward moment was when the sex was over. My
wife was spent and just sort of fell forward onto the
bed, looking exhausted. As she went forward Jerry's
shrinking cock slipped out and hung there with a mixture
of both of them dripping all over the bed. I got up and
went to the bathroom and got a couple of warm wash
clothes so they could get cleaned up.
When I returned Jerry was sitting on the edge of the
bed, his hand on Crys' leg, he was complimenting her on
completely wearing him out. I handed him a warm wash
cloth and he headed off the bed and into the bathroom to
clean up and get dressed. When I sat Crys rolled over
and looked at me. Her legs were still spread, their
juices oozing out to the sheets.
I'm not sure if she was looking at me with
embarrassment, pity, happiness or a strange combination
of all three. I know she had a look of complete sexual
satisfaction on her face I hadn't seen in years. But she
also had a look in her eyes of sorrow, like she
regretted doing this, or enjoying it.
I crawled up on the bed next to her, leaned over and
gave her the most gentle, loving kiss I could. I told
her thank you, for doing this for me. Then I cleaned her
up as best I could while she fell asleep.
Jerry and I shook hands as he left. I thanked him for
both of us, and told him I wasn't sure if he'd hear from
us again. He understood, and thanked me as he left.
The next day I was awakened by a morning blow job,
something that I don't think had happened in twenty five
years or more. When I was fully awake she straddled me,
rode down on my cock, and just lay there, her head next
to mine and whispered, "He was great, but he wasn't
you."
We made love for quite a while, where I got the stamina
I don't know, but it was like being 20 again.
END
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