(Authors Note: This story is part 2 of my wife and I's journey from adventurous young adults to fully embracing the swinger and hotwife lifestyle. Everything in this story is based on an actual experience we had. To start from the beginning, check out
Our First Threesome Experience
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It had been a few weeks since our threesome with Ryan, and Rachel and I's sex life had skyrocketed; merely talking about the experience was enough to almost instantly make us want to rip our clothes off (which MAY have happened on more than one occasion.) It had opened our eyes to a brand new world of pleasure, and neither of us wanted to go back. Of course the feeling was mutual from Ryan as well, and all three of us were eager to get together again. The unfortunate part about being adults was that it was taking longer than expected for all of our schedules to line up again.
In the meantime we'd ran into Ryan while out with some mutual friends, and despite the fact that both he and I had fucked Rachel and covered her in cum (an image I never want to leave my brain) there was no awkwardness in seeing him in a social setting. Truth be told it was something I had worried about; Ryan was a great friend after all, and the fear that the threesome could potentially ruin our friendship was always in the back of my mind. Thankfully, it hadn't; if anything, seeing Rachel and him interact amongst other members of our friend group, and knowing what had happened, excited me much more than I'd thought it would. It was like having our own naughty secret, and it was fantastic.
On one particular Tuesday night, Rachel and I went out with some of those mutual friends to a local Mexican restaurant for "Taco Tuesday." I had sent Ryan a text earlier in the day inviting him, although by the time we left our apartment I hadn't heard back. It was on the drive there that I noticed Rachel had been glancing down at her phone, and I saw an all too familiar smile begin to tug at the corners of her lips.
"You seem happy," I said. "Something happen?"
Rachel's eyes stayed locked on her phone. "Just chatting with Ryan a bit. He's coming tonight by the way."
"Oh really? That punk, he never texted me back!" I laughed as I said the words.
She looked over at me and smiled brightly. "Hey baby, what time do you work tomorrow?"
"It's a late shift, so not until the early afternoon." Her smile grew. "Why?"
"Ryan mentioned his boss gave him tomorrow off. And he wants to know if we had any plans after dinner..."
I could feel my heart begin to beat faster, so I made sure to double my focus on the road as we pulled into the restaurant parking lot. It was just like last time; the rush of excitement and nervousness knowing that my beautiful girlfriend had been texting with another man about him joining us again, about fucking her again.
"Haha," I forced out a semi-nervous laugh. "Well what did he have in mind?"
"Actually, he mentioned that his roommates were all out of town, which leaves his place wide open to hang out."
As I parked and turned off the car, I turned to face her; she was staring right at me now, a massive smile on her soft red lips and a glimmer of desire in her deep brown eyes.
"Well," she said as I was about to open my door. "He also mentioned that they're hot tub would be available, if we're interested."
We started walking into the restaurant, noticing a couple of friends already seated at a table inside. "Ha! Yeah that sounds like fun," I said, opening the door for her. As she passed me I added, "We'd have to swing by the apartment so I can grab a pair of board shorts for me and a bikini for you. Did he mention what time?"
Rachel walked past me and through the open door, stopping at the last moment to move in and plant a deep kiss on my lips. As she broke away she made eye contact and whispered so that only I could hear, "Who said anything about me wearing a bikini?" I stood there stunned and unable to move as I watched my sexy and wonderful girlfriend casually walk towards our friends in the corner of the restaurant.
Once I'd taken a couple of seconds to collect myself I followed her inside. Our friends had gathered at a pair of tables underneath a window towards the back of the restaurant; it was a small group, eight in total including Rachel and myself, although the rest of the place was pretty crowded. I made my way around the tables saying hi and giving hugs and handshakes, eventually standing while leaning against the wall while chatting with my good friend Jake, who I hadn't seen in around a month, while Rachel chatted with Anna and Michael. It didn't take long for the pitchers of fresh watermelon margaritas and platters of carne and pollo asada street style tacos to start making their way around the group, and we all sipped the strongly made drinks in between devouring the delicious food.
It was about thirty minutes after we'd arrived, while I was deep into a conversation with Jake about last weeks football games, that I heard a collective "Heeyyy" come from the rest of the group. Looking up I saw Ryan shuffling through the restaurant over to us. Once at the table he was promptly handed a glass of margarita (I think we were on lime by that point?) by Anna and started making his rounds of hugs and handshakes. I couldn't tell in the moment, but it definitely seemed at the time that when he got to Rachel that the hug became slightly stronger as well as longer, although no one else seemed to notice so I figured it was my imagination (even though the slight twinge it caused in the front of my jeans was VERY real.) After he'd made his way to everyone Ryan pulled up a stool next to Jake and I and joined in our chat.
The night progressed pretty normally from that point on; our group ordered a few more rounds of drinks and food, although I made a point to keep my drinking to a minimum knowing I had to drive us home, or apparently to Ryan's house. I wandered around the tables over the next hour or so and had various small conversations with my friends, usually for a few minutes before moving on. Tonight was fairly standard for Rachel and I in terms of being in a party or group setting; neither of us really felt the need to be next to each other the whole time (like I'd seen countless other couples do), and we were perfectly fine chatting solo with our different friends. At one point I was talking to Anna and Jake, who had just celebrated their 3 year anniversary and were planning on moving in together soon, when I noticed that Rachel had left the group.
"Hey did anyone see where Rachel went?" I asked Anna.
