Something occurred in my life and I just had to write about it. Actually something happened to my wife and I that was extraordinary.
And the story must be told.
We had a threesome.
Big deal? For us, it was a big deal. It will most probably never happen again and it probably shouldn't. It was an once-in-a-lifetime situation.
Here's some background information:
We are a very traditional couple. Mid thirties, house in the suburbs, two young children, summer barbeques, soccer, little league baseball, play dates; you know the type. You can often see us backing out of the driveway for weekend family outings in our minivan.
But let's back up a bit to the always-revealing college days; I had my share of one-night stands. Typical sloppy car-sex, drunkenness, groping for a bra strap here, panties there; we've all been there.
My wife, Jackie's, college days were definitely more spicy and adventurous. The fact that she was and still is very pretty and sexy was the largest influence on the events of her college days. Don't get me wrong; she was no slut at school. She had the guys chasing after her all the time because she had nice sized titties (C cups), tiny waist and a great ass.
In addition to her good looks she's always had a flirty, fun personality. Coming from a conservative family she was always careful to use protection when she had intercourse except for a couple of times with someone she categorized as a "boyfriend" pressured, begged and pleaded with her to have sex with her with no condom.
With guys that weren't classified as her boyfriend, she was always happy to give a blowjob when the kissing and cuddling got to be too much for them. That always seemed to satisfy them.
She confessed to me one night, after we had drank a few cocktails, that she thinks she may have given head to about 30 guys at college. It wasn't all of the sympathy variety either. Plain and simple, Jackie has always loved to suck cock. She also loves to have her pussy eaten. She had her share of that activity as well.
But that was our college days.
People grow up and settle down. People get serious about life.
We got serious about life. Concern over career, the house and children took over where once upon a time we were concerned with the opposite sex and studying for exams.
Things change.
Even though we did grow up and settle down, we always had a good sex life. I, the typical man, could have sex anytime and almost anywhere. Jackie liked sex in more conventional settings. Usually she preferred to "do it" in the bed, missionary position. Sometimes doggie style until it became too uncomfortable on her knees.
Typical right?
When we had children, we decided that since I made good money that she would stay home with the kids; be a real mommy.
Since we had no secrets from one another, she had no problem telling me of her favorite daytime activity.
Masturbation. Usually when she had some downtime. If the baby was taking a nap and the other child was at pre K, Jackie would pop a porn video into the VCR, take off her pants and panties and finger herself until she came. She did it so much that it became a regular part of her week. When she grew tired of our particular supply of porn videos, she would send me out to the nearest adult video store to get her something new. She would never, ever set one foot inside a store like that. She would send me out anytime, in all kinds of weather. Still does.
All this afternoon solitaire gave her a very active imagination. She developed an active fantasy sex life.
One evening over dinner she told me that her favorite fantasy was a three-some. Most of these fantasies involved her in the middle of two men. Some involved her with another man and woman.
But they were just
that
; Fantasy's. We both knew that they would always remain fantasies.
Or so we thought.
Her fantasy actually became a reality by complete accident.
Here's what happened: My friend Ron and I went out for a few drinks one Friday night after work. It was a happy-hour sort of thing. Just two guys shooting the shit about work and life in general. A baseball game was on the TV at the bar and since Ron and I were huge baseball fans we stayed until the last pitch. We had each had a few drinks too much and decided that we would walk back to my house rather than drive under the influence of alcohol.
I lived about two miles from the town and the bar that we were hanging out in. It was a nice walk on a beautiful summer evening. We spoke of baseball as we walked: who were today's best players, who was over-paid, what team's were the favorites to finish on top.
Ron and I go way back. We were children together. We grew up on the same street in our hometown. We had played board games together as kids. We played tag, baseball, football, guns. We had "sleep-over's."
Ron and I were the same type of person in many ways.
However, it was in high school that I noticed a glaring difference in the two of us. We were in the gym locker room changing into bathing suits for swim class when I noticed Ron's huge penis. Swim class; when students actually have to be naked for a nana-second to put on swimsuits.
I remember talking to Ron about something unimportant as he changed into his trunks. When he bent lower to put his feet into the leg holes of his swimsuit, I looked down to meet his eyes and couldn't help but see how huge his dick was.
His limp cock dangled down to his knee. I mean this thing was gigantic and looked to be as thick as a salami. I remember feeling that I had a tiny penis compared to him.
So I did the usual thing: I began sneaking peaks at other boys limp penis's to see how I measured up. I was relieved to find out that I was just like everyone else. Ron was freak or something.
Later on in life, my girlfriends told me that I was actually not average sized, but a bit above average. Fully erect my penis measured just less than seven inches. When I learned that the average male measured five-and-one-half, I felt darned proud.
However, I digress.
We got back to my house and prepared the couch, in my finished basement, for Ron to sleep on for the night.
The next morning, Jackie went downstairs to do some laundry as Ron and I slept. She didn't notice him sleeping on the convertible couch until she was heading back upstairs after loading up the machine.
Later on she told me that at first she was startled to see a naked man sleeping downstairs. She said he was partially covered by the blanket I had given him, but most of his nude body was exposed. It was the first time she had seen another man's naked body for about 10 years, other than those on porn videos. She tried not to look at his penis out of respect for his privacy, but she had to steal a glance anyway. Her mouth hung open in shock when she saw how big it was.
Thoughts ran through her mind like, 'could that thing fit inside her vagina, it was so big that she wanted to try and suck it. She wanted to hold it in her hands; see if she could get her hands completely around its girth.
She felt a trickle of vaginal wetness run down her leg and sheepishly banished these thoughts from her mind and went back upstairs to resume her chores.
Now Jackie was horny.
When I woke up, Jackie was fixing breakfast for us. She informed me that Ron had woken up and had put on last night's clothes again. She suggested he take a shower and gave him a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt from my closet to wear.
I went downstairs for a quick shower in the other bathroom and the three of us enjoyed a nice breakfast together on our deck in our back yard.
Jackie had made a batch of frozen margaritas with our blender and we sipped them and made chitchat as we lounged outside.
Jackie had never met Ron before and was very interested in the stories of our history as friends. Through Ron's eyes she wanted to know what I was like as a kid and what my personality was like in high school and college.
Ron asked Jackie about her history as well. The conversation was light hearted and fun and we drank batch after batch of margaritas.
When I mentioned to Jackie that our kids were extremely quiet this morning she shot me a look. I had completely forgotten that the kids were over their grandparent's house for the day. They had slept over last night and were visiting the zoo today.
As we got more and more tipsy the conversation become more and more spicy.
After Ron revealed that he was not married, Jackie asked him what it was like to be a swinging single.
Ron confessed that the single life was not all it was cracked up to be. He was a policeman and worked a lot of evenings. He confessed that he didn't really have much time for woman.
I don't recall how the conversation turned to the subject of our favorite sexual positions, but soon we were speaking of things like this.
"I really don't have a favorite position," said Ron and he took a sip of his frozen drink. "As a matter of fact sex has always been a problem for me."
Jackie looked it him and raised an eyebrow, "Problem? How could sex ever be a problem?"
"Well," Ron replied, "woman have always had a problem with the size of my penis," His face reddened in obvious embarrassment.
Jackie, concealing her knowledge of Ron's Penis size, raised an eyebrow and asked, "too big or too little?"
"Too big," Ron shrugged his shoulders and smiled sheepishly.
Jackie burst out in laughter at this statement. "You men are all the same. It's always about your penis size. You guys are always either bragging about how big you are, or are insecure that you're too small down there. Well I've got news for your guys: You are all about the same size."
When Ron mentioned his penis size I then remembered the high school locker room revelation. I had completely forgotten about that.
"Not me," said Ron. "I'm not like all other men. I'm much bigger than most."
It was the alcohol talking, giving her courage when Jackie said: "Why don't you put your money where your mouth is? Prove it." She giggled and said, "Let's go inside and measure it. I've got a tape measure in the house."
"No way!" said Ron. "I'd be too embarrassed."
"Come on, big boy," Jackie taunted. "I'm a grown woman. I've seen them all. Whip it out and let's measure you." Then she smiled devilishly and said, "Unless you're afraid…"
