(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.
"She's probably outside or in the restroom or something," she replied back.
"Or she found another bar to head to!" joked Michael.
I laughed, and looked around to discover something else I hadn't noticed before - Ryan had disappeared too. At that point my mind began to race and I could feel the blood rushing to my face, as well as lower, and that familiar and amazing sensation that something potentially naughty might be happening began to overtake me. My mind instantly flashed back to that night a few weeks ago, to the sight of her grinding, beautiful and naked, on top of Ryan's rock hard cock. I tried to play it cool, as the last thing I wanted to explain to my friends was why I suddenly had a massive erection during Taco Tuesday!
Thankfully my mind only raced for a few seconds until I saw both Rachel and Ryan make their way back inside the restaurant and over to the table. "Haha where did you two wander off to?" Anna asked with a slight smirk on her face that I couldn't quite place at the time.
Rachel looked at her friend. "Just grabbed something out of the car really quick." As she spoke her eyebrows raised slightly, another look that left me confused. The rest of the group didn't seem to notice, so I figured it was all in my imagination. I relaxed into my chair as Rachel walked over and sat on my lap. She draped her arms around my shoulders and I circled mine around her waist, pulling her body close for a tight embrace. She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my lips, and although I'd kissed her more times than I could remember, there was something distinctly different about this one, yet familiar at the same time - it was the warmth, warm and wet from blood flowing to them, and reminded me exactly of kissing her during our threesome. I looked up at her and she smiled, then bent over and whispered in my ear, "I think I'm ready to go. And that's not the only place he kissed me..."
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Within the next 10 minutes we had closed out our tab and were saying our goodbyes to everyone at the table; Rachel had made it very clear she was ready to move on with the 2nd part of our night and I was more than happy to oblige her. Thankfully our leaving didn't strike anyone as weird since everyone else had decided on a similar course, although I doubted any of them were in for as much fun as us! Ryan had apparently paid for his drinks earlier in the night, since he left shortly after he and Rachel had returned from their "trip" to the car, and had headed home by the time we were ready to leave.
Rachel and I walked noticeably faster than normal across the parking lot to our car;
as I unlocked the door and held it open for her she took her time, slowly grinding her ass against my crotch as she slid past, and I could feel my legs begin to weaken. Ryan lived about 15 minutes away from the restaurant, give or take a couple traffic lights, and I drove the way only half paying attention to my route. Rachel was off and on her phone during the drive.
"Ryan says the hot tub is warmed up and ready," she said with a smile.
"Oh very nice. Are you excited?"
We were stopped at a red light as she looked over at me; my eyes met hers and instantly I didn't need her to respond to know her answer. "Baby," she replied, "I'm so very excited. I'll be honest, I haven't stopped thinking about the last time Ryan came over." The light turned green as her hand sneakily slid across the car and ended up caressing my inner thigh. "I mean it baby, I've been needing to get fucked by you two again. To make me cum...over and over again..." My cock was hardening quickly and Rachel knew it; her fingers began sliding up and down the length of my shaft, and even through my jeans I could feel the pressure from her long fingernails. It was almost too much, but I couldn't find the words, or the will, to stop her. "Mmm seems like you're excited about it too."
