Note: This is a continuation of a previous story entitled "Does She know?" where a couple experiences an MMF threesome for the first time. Both stories deal with themes of wife-sharing and jealousy as a fetish.
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The following morning Angela woke me up with a kiss. She was already dressed and ready to go down for breakfast. As I got off the bed I looked around and noticed she had tidied up. There wasn't any evidence of what had happened the night before. This set the tone for the rest of the day. We went for breakfast, spent time on the beach and relaxed, never once bringing up what we had done. I'm sure she was thinking about it just as much as I was but neither of us felt comfortable starting the conversation. Instead we talked about pretty much everything else.
I wasn't sure if to text Will or wait for him to make the first move. Angela and I had two more nights at the hotel. Jenny was supposed to be back today. Because the previous night seemed like a dream, I couldn't even imagine what would happen next.
After spending the day together, Angela had some wine and fell asleep fairly early. I wasn't too tired yet so I opened up my laptop to see if Will was on. When I saw his username online my heart started beating faster.
"You there?" I asked.
"Hey, yea."
We chatted for a while. He explained that he met Angela at the hotel during her spa day and chatted with her. He intended to do some light flirting to see how she would react and then invite us out for the night. However, things took a different tone. Apparently, over the past couple years Angela had noticed the websites I visited and saw some of the stories I had read online. She had an awareness of my fantasy but was afraid to bring it up. The night after she had met Will for the first time, she saw messages on my phone from him while I was in the shower.
When Will extended the invitation, Angela got up the nerve to ask if him and I had any other arrangements. One thing led to another and they came up with the plan to surprise me. All I could respond with was, "Oh." He also told me that Jenny had just gotten back.
Unlike me, Will had worked up the courage to confess the fantasy to his wife a few months before. She was intrigued. They had role-played about the idea using toys and he shared his favorite stories with her. They were ready to try a full swap.
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The following morning I informed Angela that Will invited us to spend the evening with him and Jenny. I felt a nervous as we still had not spoken about our tryst.
"Oh okay. Sounds like fun," she said with a smile. This gave me some relief but I was still very nervous. It felt strange to be meeting Jenny in person after hearing Will talk so much about her in our dirty chats.
He came around 5pm to pick us up at the hotel. Jenny stayed home to straighten up. Angela dressed casually in a white, spaghetti-strap tank-top and a blue, pleated mini skirt. Underneath she had on white Calvin Klein underwear.
During the drive we chatted like old friends. When we talked online the night before, Will told me I could sit back and relax at his place as he and Jenny had some ideas about how to proceed. I didn't know what to expect. After the previous night I was more anxious how I might react, than how Angela would. She definitely surprised me.
When we got to the house Jenny was very welcoming. She wore grey yoga pants and a pink tank-top with her blonde hair in a ponytail. She was gorgeous. I loved her smile, not to mention her body. Will had always talked about her ass and I could see why. I imagined squats must have been a significant part of her exercise routine. The bra she was wearing was very thin as I could see her nipples underneath. I already knew her breasts were 34B.
We all sat down in the living room with some wine and started talking. Jenny had a great sense of humor. Her and Angela got along well. I didn't do much talking, neither did Will. We let the girls get to know each other better. Knowing him though, he must have been picturing both of them naked and making out with each other.
Will and Jenny were on a love-seat at a right-angle to the couch where Angela and I sat. As the wine flowed everyone grew looser. Jenny was cuddling Will's arm and Angela was leaning on my shoulder with her hands on my thigh.
By dinner my nervousness had disappeared and for a while I actually forgot why we were there. The meal was light, no doubt because our hosts had thought ahead.
When we went back into the living room to watch a movie things started to escalate. I had excused myself to visit the washroom and came back to find the lights were dimmed and Will had cozied up to Angela on the love-seat.
I sat next to Jenny on the couch but left a gap between us. As the movie started Jenny expressed she was feeling a bit cold and reached for a blanket.