My wife, Brenda, and I decided to finally go ahead and do it.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah? Are you?" she countered.
"Yeah. Let's go for it."
"It" was a threesome. Neither she nor I had ever experienced one before. I had never even come close, not that she had. It's just because I had no other partners before I met Brenda.
We have been married for eleven years, and while sex with her was great, too many times it seemed forced and lacked spontaneity. With two kids, it was probably typical of many marriages.
Being a guy, I could not possibly be the only one who has asked for a threesome from his wife, can I? Why not? I always wondered. I always felt I could distance sex as something my wife and I did in our bedroom when we made love and then sex as just an act to be enjoyed and wallow in the pleasure it gives me and my wife. I knew that was on her mind when I talked about it but the truth of the matter was I did not want anyone else. It's why I wanted her there, and more specifically, I more wanted to see her and share her with another woman.
That's right; I always envisioned the third to be another female, which is why it was all the more surprising that Brenda and I were making plans for this Friday night, getting my sister to watch the kids overnight, and go out and bar hop, and search for that one person who would rock our world. We didn't have many requirements. He had to be clean, decent-looking, not too heavy but not too thin. And he couldn't be married, either. Age was not an issue, although it assumed he wouldn't be older than me. I am 43. I knew that if Brenda had her druthers, she'd probably prefer the guy to be in his early 30's, and I was okay with that, too. She just turned 40 a few months ago.
I'm getting a little ahead of myself, it seems. I didn't tell you the agreement Brenda and I came to about a month ago, did I?
She said she would have a threesome with another woman and me if I was amenable to a threesome with a guy first. Fair, I guess, except for the part of which one comes first. After all, I asked her first! But ladies first, right guys?
It wasn't a complete shock to hear that request from her since it was something we had begun talking about in bed, too; me asking her if she ever thought about having two guys service her and also watching the guys being together, if she thought it was sexy to imagine one guy sucking another guy's cock. Of course she said yes. I tried to convince her it was different, how two girls kissing, rubbing themselves up and down each other was much better to watch and enjoy than two guys doing the same, even to another woman, but she disagreed. I still think that to this day but Brenda told me no, I'm wrong.
"If you're willing, I'll do it," she told me one night in bed. "I'll share you with another woman and you can do whatever you want to her and with her and I'll do the same, too. Under one condition."
And I knew exactly what it was, too.
"As long as you do it first," she began. "If you'll do it first with another guy and me, then I'll do it in return with another woman. Understand?"
"Yes."
"And only if you let the guy fuck me will I let you fuck her, too. Okay?"
"Absolutely, hon. I can't believe you're actually suggesting this. Are you serious?"
"Uh huh."
That conversation took place over three weeks ago and many wild fuck sessions ago. You see, I never expected it to actually happen one day. It was exciting enough for me to just talk about it. Even after that first night when she brought it up and I asked her if she was serious and she told me she was, I still thought she was teasing me. A part of me a few weeks later still thought she would pull out of it.
But tonight it was all set to happen. I had just gotten back from dropping the kids off at my sister's. The explanation all along was that Brenda and I needed a night out, alone of course, and then back to our house with no kids within earshot. I'm sure she and my brother-in-law tried long and hard not to imagine why we needed privacy. Just some loud, uninhibited sex maybe? I'm sure neither could imagine what we were up to.
The difficult part about planning something like this was that it was no "sure thing". One might wonder why we didn't just approach someone we knew, perhaps a couple, and knock out both fantasies in one night. While that may have been fun to talk about, it wasn't something either of us wanted to deal with afterward. It would simply be too awkward to go back to being just friends or neighbors with anyone that we may have picked, to say nothing about what if we asked someone and they said "no way, are you fucking crazy?"
We also had talked at great lengths about the repercussions about pursuing such a fantasy. Would it damage our relationship with each other and therefore our marriage? If anything, I was more persistent in asking these questions than she was. "It won't damage it because we won't let it. Simple as that," Brenda told me once and for all.
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"Goddamn," I muttered.
I walked into the house after returning from dumping the kids at my sister's and was standing in our bedroom watching Brenda finish doing her hair. We weren't going anywhere particularly fancy, just a bar or two, so Brenda was wearing a pair of jeans. They were new, too, and brought out the best in her juicy rump. After having recently lost some weight, Brenda was ready and raring to go. Her ass, I've always felt, was one of her best features, but now with the weight loss, I knew Brenda thought so, too.
I went to stand behind her and leaned forward a bit to press my already hard cock against her backside to show to her just how appreciative I was. I then looked over her shoulder and saw really for the first time what top she was wearing. Low-cut and offering an appetizing view of her cleavage.
"Whoa, hon. By the looks of you, we'll be back here within the hour."
"Doubt it, it's only 6:30."
The plan was to go eat beforehand but looking at my wife's backside, eating to me meant something entirely else. I put my arms around her and lifted them to her breasts.
"Don't Steve," she warned. "You can't touch me until we're home again."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. And take your cock away from my ass. It's torture, I know, but torture will be good for you."
"Torture for who? You love it just as much as me," I teased.
She then turned toward me and pecked my lips. "I can't wait to watch you suck some guy's cock, babe. And you better do it, too."
I kept telling myself I better, too, since the payoff would be to see her and another woman hook up one day.
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We went to dinner at a local pub near our house, and luckily for Brenda, we got a male waiter, one I had never seen before. I knew right away that Brenda would think he was hot. Too bad he was too young. I said I would let the other guy be as young as 27 or 28, but this kid probably was no older than 21 or 22. Driving away from the restaurant she said, "And don't think I didn't see you looking at the little waitress with the nice ass," she teased. I was busted, but I always look at the girls' asses, and she knew it.
"Hey, I'm just glad to hear you say she has a nice ass," I shot back. "But that was nothing compared to the cleavage shots you were giving our server," I added. "He did seem to enjoy it from his view a little more than I could from mine."
"Uh huh. Too bad he's working tonight; maybe he could have been at the bar later on tonight," she said.
Of course, that's assuming he was old enough to get into a bar. Also, the bars we were going to were thirty minutes west of where we lived. It was more rural out the way we were going, but more importantly it was an area that we didn't frequent and more importantly, family or friends of ours didn't patronize.
I tried putting my hand on my wife's leg but she reminded that no touching by me was allowed.
"What about you touching me?" I asked. "Maybe give me some sign you're as anxious as me."
"How's this?"
On the dark, shadowy road, Brenda moved over and kissed my neck, ran her tongue in and around my ear and cupped my groin in her hands. But as soon as it had started she was done, re-situating herself back in her seat.
"That was nice," I deadpanned. "Maybe whatever guy we take home will sit in the front seat with me and he'll do that to me, too. And all you'll be allowed to do is sit in the back and watch?" I tried to get her agitated.
"Oooh, I think that'd be hot!" she squealed.
"I guess you would."
Sitting at the bar and then at a table near the bathrooms, Brenda and I tried to figure out exactly how this was going to work. It was 9:15 and getting a little crowded. I had scouted a few bars in this area last Friday to see what kind of crowds they get and at what time they get crowded, and what I found out was this particular bar got crowded a little earlier than the others nearby. It also had a younger crowd, possibly from a small, private university that was only a ten-minute car ride away.
"See anything or anyone you like?" I asked. I knew she did and I knew which ones, too.
"Yeah. Over at the pool table."
"I could have guessed. Go over there and ask to play," I suggested.
"But you know I don't know how to play pool," she countered.
"Who said anything about pool?"
