I love my wife very much. She is 12+ years older than me and we had been married then for over 25 years. Like many couples sex when we were first together was spectacular but fell away as years went by. Jan had many boyfriends when young which her family always ribbed her about but in those days you didn't go 'all the way'. I was very jealous having had no experience of girls before we met. My insecurity diminished over the years and we were a very solid and devoted couple. So why did I have this desire to have another man join us and see him satisfy my wife?
She was and is very attractive and whilst we indulged each other in discussing fantasies a threesome had never been raised until one night in bed I asked her about some of her old boyfriends and what they had done. She told me openly how they had felt inside her bra and a few even slipped a finger inside her. She could see how this aroused me and exaggerated a little to allow me to come while she told me. She admitted afterwards nothing had gone quite as far as that but this began a pattern for her telling me about boys and things they had done to make me randy.
After climaxing we would chat a little more about what had gone before and I asked if there was anyone she could think of that would like to have gone further with her. She told me without hesitating about Howard, a boy a couple of years older than her who had regularly fingered and kissed her to orgasm and who she had wanked off. She knew he had wanted to fuck her and they most likely would have done, but for a silly misunderstanding that meant they broke up.
For a good while our sessions in bed would be discussing Howard and how we could try to track him down and see if he was up to join us. We would both end up coming whilst taking about what the three of us would do
Imagine my surprise when driving home one night I received a call from home telling me she had spotted his picture in a local paper in an article about a pub he was running. I asked what she thought and she said I want to go there and see if he recognises me after all these years. I couldn't get home fast enough and was shocked at her feeling the need to call me up and tell me when I was almost home anyway. As I walked in the door I could see Jan was in the final throws of preparing to go out. She told me I didn't have much time and we were going to see Howard, to find out if he was single, available and if she still fancied him. She had skin tight jeans that showed off her curves and a top that displayed her cleavage beautifully. She was very nicely made up and if I'm honest I would just have loved to have taken her to bed there and then but the lady wanted to go and see if we could move our fantasy one step nearer.
We sat in a quiet part of the bar where we could see all that was going on. Howard was there OK and chatting to regulars at the bar. I went and got our drinks and he had not noticed Jan. It got near closing time and I went up to see if I could get another drink before he shut and started a conversation to try to determine what we were intrigued to know before we embarked on any kind of match making. Howard admitted he was on his own and that while he gets to meet a lot of people his line of business was not good for relationships. By now we were on our own in the place and I told him that we had seen his article in the paper and my wife had wondered if it was an old flame of hers. You could have knocked him down with a feather when I said Jan's name and indicated to where she was sitting. He clearly remembered her and liked what he saw. She stood, smiled and approached the bar. His mouth had dropped open and was speechless. She self consciously walked towards him and moved to kiss him as he leaned over the counter. "Hello Jobby" she said (Jobby was a pet name from before) "I wondered if that was you in the paper."
He poured us both another drink and we sat and chatted, updating on what had been going on over the last 30 years or so since they had parted. Jan had to pay a visit to the ladies room and while she was there I told Howard that Jan had often spoken of him and when she saw his picture, had insisted we go and look him up. I asked if he ever got time off as we would like him to come over to our place one evening so he and Jan could chat over old times. He straight away said he could arrange an evening off during the coming week and when Jan returned I asked which evening would be good for all three of us to get together.