My wife and I have, and pretty much always have had, a super loving relationship, with an equally super sex life, which, while including us sharing, or making up fantasies, seemed destined to only ever be just fantasy. But, somewhere along the way, the lines got blurred and fantasy became reality, and, coping with that reality just needed a bit of 'thinking outside the box'.
My wife worked in a nursing home and I found her talking more and more about a milkman who delivered to that home daily. My wife is so open, she made no attempt to hide saying what a nice bloke he was, a good laugh each day, that she looked forward to his daily visit, especially being around people mostly with health and mobility problems, he was like a breath of fresh air. There was more than one reference to his physique, almost seeing her drool when mentioning it! I noticed that slowly she was wearing smarter clothes to work, even a little bit sexier, but, with our fantasy chat, it was easy to bring it up. Asking her about her choice of clothes was no problem, nor was asking her if she was starting to fancy this guy. She knew I could cope with the truth, we have been married long enough to know instantly if one of us was lying, especially about sex. Add to that, there was the fact we had a fairly long-lasting threesome relationship with my best mate, Brian, which also included them having a few 'overnighters' on their own, with my blessing, (which normally meant I organized and paid for the hotel for them).
If that makes me sound like a sikko bastard, well, I can handle that. My wife hadn't deliberately gone looking for other guys, in fact her normal demeanour is one of restraint, even shyness, which, to me, just adds to her allure. I was so in love with her, including, I have to admit, a lust for her. We had a super sex life, I loved (and still do!) making love to her, even after all these years, there are still pleasures to conjure up, enjoyments to savour, and love-making is just a part of the overall picture. Amongst our many fantasies we shared, was her mentioning many times wondering what a threesome would be like, and a question she often fell back on, asking if I could really cope with sharing her with another guy, either in a threesome or if it was a one-on-one, my normal reply was something like 'well, there's only one way to find out'.
Well, I passed the test on that one long ago. But, this was a new test for me. In some of our chats, she mentioned occasionally that Brian, our threesome mate, was my choice; as much as she liked him, being with him and having sex with him, and sharing her body with the two of us, she would really like to share a threesome with someone of her choosing. To me, a bloody valid point, and one which got my cock a-twitching instantly.
"Anyone in mind, by chance?" I asked, a hint of sarcasm.
"Might be," we both knowing who was being referenced there!
So, if this was to be the new direction, we needed to talk. I think it was a case of; 'The Milkman Cumeth', ; how, when and where still had to be sorted. Keeping the chat going was no hardship, letting her see how the direction of this chat was getting me quite excited was also fairly obvious.
