Hi, I'm Steve. I'm 41 years old and generally consider myself a kinky, but normal guy. I had met Michelle in a hotel bar in Houston. I was there on business attending a conference when we struck up a conversation. Though I was from St. Louis, I visited Houston often for clients. She was from Houston, which proved lucky for me. Well, one thing led to another and she ended up in my hotel room where we had some good raunchy (safe) sex. Michelle was a good looking woman but she was 50, and, though great for her age, she still had some of the baggage that 50 YO's do.
As it was around midnight and she had to get home, she was getting dressed to leave. She put her clothes back on one piece at a time and there was nothing to think of much. She was an outstanding fuck and I was looking for a continuing thing since I made it to Houston often. Then the surprise came. The last thing she put on was a wedding ring.
"Are you shocked?" she said.
"Yeah, a bit. I mean, I don't like the fact that I helped someone cheat. That's not something I'm proud of." I responded.
"Well," she said, "Let me tell you two things then. First, they are my vows and not yours. I'm a big girl and can take the consequences of the decisions I make. Second, my husband knows all about my slutty ways. He even has his own fun."
"So you two have an open marriage? Do you ever wonder what he does when he's with someone else?"
"It is hard sometimes. I do get a bit jealous, but I don't wonder too much what he does because I always meet his partners."
"Really? Does he meet yours?" I asked with a lump in my throat not knowing what exactly his reaction would be to me fucking his wife nor knowing how big he was. This was Texas after all. Legalized concealed weapons, anyone????
"No, he doesn't always meet mine. I think it's more odd with guys meeting guys in that context than women meeting guys."
"Women meeting guys? So, he doesn't bring women home?" I smartly concluded.
"Rarely. Which is good for me. All the more dick for me."
"So threeways then?" I asked I guess in a tone that sounded more probing than judgmental.
"Yes, threeways. Have you ever had a threeway? Ever had a dick?"
"Sadly, no to both."
"Sadly??? My husband and I might be able to change that. Do you think you'd want to have that fun? I'm sure he'd be up for it."
"Umm, I might be, but I'm not sure. I fantasize about it a lot though I'm not sure if I really want to go through with it."
"Well, think about it and let me know. His name is David and here's a picture of him. Like I said, I'm sure my husband would be up for it. However, just so you know, David doesn't like condoms and you'd have to undergo an STD test before anything would happen."
"I'll keep that in mind."
We exchanged email addresses and she left. After she closed the door I got instantly hard. "I guess I didn't have to think about it that long," I said outloud looking my my protruding cock in the full length mirror.
Over the course of the next few weeks, I told her of my decision, that I got the STD test, and that I'd be in Houston in a few days. I told her, though, that before I'd have a proper three way, I'd like to have an experience with a guy first. She was sure David would be up for popping my gay cherry. She confirmed with me that this is really what I wanted and I told her that it was all I could think about for some time. I told her that I'd get down there a few days early so that we all could meet up.
So the day finally came. On the flight down, I was hard for most of it. I really tried not to think of it, but the excitement of having my first dick was too overwhelming. I landed, got my rental car and headed over to thier house. I was still a bit nervous. I mean, I really didn't know how he was going to react. I was just taking her word for it.
I found the house, parked, and walked up to the front door, rang the bell, and waited for it to open. Michelle answered the door and led me into the TV room to meet David. David, was an average looking guy with an average physique. Again, the 50 years hung with him as well. We echanged some pleasantries and he eventually said, "So how was it fucking my wife?"
"Pretty good. She's a great lay. I love that big ass of hers."
"Tell me about it."
"OK stop talking about me and my big ass like that," she finally interjected, "And let's start talking about what's really going on here." I loved the way she took control like that. "steve, are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Yeah, I do. I'm ready for it, but just a bit nervous as to what I should be doing"
"Well what do you think about letting me call the shots? Will you do EVERYTHING I tell you."
"Yes, as long as it doesn't involve pain. I'll do everything you tell me to."
"Just to clarify, will you suck David's dick? Will you let him fuck you up the ass?"
"Yes."