As always, a completely and utterly true story.
After our threesome with Tamara, you would have thought it would be me who'd be saying "Okay, we've had a threesome with another girl, what about another guy!" but it was actually Francis who was the first the suggest this. The greatest thing about my husband sexually is that what arouses him the most is when I'm turned on. He literally gets off on whatever I fantasize about, and he actually refuses to have sex with me if I'm not in the mood. I guess some guys are turned on by big boobs, some are turned on by younger girls, and fortunately for me Francis is turned on by seeing his wife with a look of sexual ecstasy on her face.
Our friends Mary & Simon had recently come into a lot of money, and one of their purchases was a large luxury cottage about 3 hours away. It wasn't the usual wooden shack, but a huge, fully furnished holiday property that put most of our residences to shame. The rooms were relatively small, but there must have been 8 or 9 bedrooms, so the place was ideal to invite a large amount of guests to.
This was the official house-warming party, so our hosts had gone all out with a lavish spread of food, and a few crates of champagne – no expense spared. The usual cottage games followed supper, and with state of the art illuminations, the activities continued through into late evening. Most of the 20 or so guests who were there, we hadn't previously met, but as the alcohol went down, so too did the inhibitions, and before you knew it, everyone was getting along quite well.
One guy who grabbed my attention, was Mike, one of the few guests who'd come up on his own. He was a tall, clean-cut individual, about the same age as us, and had recently divorced from his wife, so was in the mood to drink a little too much and vanquish a lot of unpleasant memories. We talked for a long time, the three of us sitting in one of the two hot-tubs, while the rest of the party continued their games. Occasionally someone else would get in with us, but maybe they didn't like our relatively laid back partying, as they didn't last too long in there.
With the intoxication level rising a few couples drunkenly made their way into the lake, the girls topless, the guys splashing them and cheering raucously. Inevitably a pair of bikini bottoms suddenly appeared from beneath the water, a girl proudly twirling them around her head, and all of a sudden the "Skinny Dipping" cry went up, and a dozen or so shorts were thrown from the lake onto the shore.
As two of the girls quickly kissed to satisfy the dares of their husbands, I asked Mike if he was going to join them in the lake.
"I don't think that would be a good idea," he said, and pulled himself up above the water level, just enough so we could see he had a massive erection. We burst into laughter as he sank back into the tub, a semi-embarrassed grin across his face. Despite the intimacy of the tub and the nudity going on before our eyes, it remained a laid back affair, with no sexual intensity in the air.
Two couples left the lake and hurriedly made their way into the cottage, unsubtly attempting to look inconspicuous. Out in the lake about 30 feet from shore, another couple were hooking up in a small row boat, blatantly having sex as the boat rocked back and forth. But still our mood was quite nonchalant as Francis & I decided to call it a night and made our way to our prearranged bedroom.
It wasn't until I doubled back and asked Mike if he had a room to stay in, that for the first time some illicit thoughts raced through my mind. He didn't have a room, and gratefully accepted the invitation. We returned to the room and Francis was fine with it, even going so far as to suggest he join us in the bed as the floor was hard and he hadn't brought a sleeping bag. Still there was no sexual electricity in the air, as we turned off the lights, and it looked like we would indeed fall asleep like three well behaved, responsible adults. Myself in between the two of them.
However, about 5 minutes later, with Mike on his side, facing the wall, Francis turned to me and looked me in the eye, a wry grin spread across his face. He ran a hand up my thigh and between my legs, over my underwear and the first seeds of sex were planted in the room. I moved my hand over to Francis and felt he was hard. He then motioned his head towards Mike's direction – the same indication he'd given me when we were with Tamara, some months previous.