Lisa and I finally tied the knot. We moved to a nice place in Florida where the warm weather means I get to see her in those sexy bikinis much more often. I call that a win.
Since we moved, we left behind a lot of familiar faces. Not least of these was Rich. He had become a regular addition to our sex life. Every month or two we'd have him over to give Lisa a threesome. He never refused. Since moving however, we haven't had anyone to join us.
It had been almost a year before she asked me to sit and talk with her about it.
"I want to discuss something, but I don't want you to take it the wrong way." She began. "You have to know, you are all I need. I mean it. But, you know how you get when you can't go boating for a while? It isn't a terrible thing, but you miss it, right?"
I nodded.
"Well, that's how I feel about having more than one cock." She gave me that bashful smile that always melts my heart. "I miss it. I don't absolutely need it, but I want it."
"Is there someone in particular you miss?" I asked cautiously.
"No, it's not like that." She insisted. "Even Rich who did me more times than anyone except you. There was never an emotional attachment. It sounds mean, but he's little more than a living dildo to me."
I had to laugh a little. "That does sound a little mean."
She laughed with me. "Well, since I started working at the Seaside, there's this guy who keeps flirting with me. He's asked me out a couple times too."
"Does he know you're married?" I asked.
She nodded and held up her ring. "Yeah, he knows. He doesn't seem to care though."
"Persistent." I couldn't really blame him.
"Well, I was thinking, maybe..."
"You want me to give you permission to take a lover?" I asked.
She huffed. "No. Nothing like that." She insisted. "I want... another living dildo. I want someone to join us in some sex. Not a lover, just a fuck."
I considered it a moment, but I already knew I would agree. I loved watching her get fucked, and the sensation of her tight pussy made tighter by the presence of another cock ramming her ass at the same time is just too good to be imagined. The sounds of her little moans and yelps as she tries to suck a cock while being fucked is adorable. Besides, I loved her. If it would make her happy, I'd do it.
"Do I get to meet this guy first?" I asked.
She beamed with hope. "Absolutely! In fact, he invited me over for a pool party. We could go and you could meet him."
"That doesn't sound like he invited me too." I said doubtfully.
"Well, he knows I'm married," she said, "... so showing up with my husband wouldn't really be out of line. Right?"
"You're making assumptions, but we can try it. See how it goes." I suggested.
She hopped onto my lap and kissed me deep and long. "And don't worry. I won't do anything unless you say I can. Okay?"
That weekend we went to the address provided, and Lisa gave a whistle at the beautiful house we pulled up to. There were several cars already in the driveway, and more parked on the street, so we knew it wasn't just a ruse to get Lisa alone. She chose a skimpy bikini of course, took along a straw hat to give some protection from the sun, and at my suggestion, she wore five-inch platforms that made her look a bit like a cheap slut... which she rather loved.
I met Eric and immediately saw Lisa's attraction. He wasn't as tall as me, but he had a thick build. Strong hands, strong arms, a broad back, longish blonde hair and a neatly trimmed mustache and beard. She definitely had a type. Eric seemed a little disappointed to see I came along but took it in stride. He then invited me in and introduced us around.
I noticed there were more single men than couples, and most of them, like Eric, were about ten years older than me, which made them about fifteen years older than Lisa. At only twenty-five, she was decidedly the youngest in attendance.
The pool and patio were stunning. There were areas for seating, a huge grill, a pair of small refrigerators, a hot tub, and a stone firepit. It was a little slice of paradise.
With some encouragement from Eric, Lisa got talked into taking a swim, and she floated around with our host and half a dozen others. One of these I learned was Eric's cousin, and another was his brother, and they looked like they were cut from the same Viking cloth.
We ate, mingled, had some drinks, and enjoyed the pool and hot tub all afternoon. As the sun started to set, more guests left and Eric turned on the outdoor lighting. I was sitting in the conversation pit when I heard a giggle and a splash. Then Lisa called out in a laugh. "Honey, help!"
"Coming!" I vaulted the seating, rushed to the hot tub, and found Lisa surrounded by Eric, his brother Henry, and his cousin Gus, and one of their friends named Tom. Eric had Lisa in his arms, and it looked like Gus was trying to get a hold of her legs.
As soon as I bounded into the hot tub, they released her, which was a good sign. Immediately Eric apologized and said they were just horsing about.
"They tried to tickle me." Lisa protested. "And untie my top."
The four guys looked embarrassed.
I went over to Lisa and took her in my arms. I lowered my voice to barely a whisper, and said, "Were you enjoying it?"
Lisa blushed her sweet smile at me and gave a bashful nod.
"Do you want them to continue?" I whispered.
Again, she smiled up and me, and gave a subtle shrug, meaning it was my choice.
"And what do you expect me to do?" I asked her loud enough for all.
"You should help. I'm your wife." She pleaded.
"Oh. Alright then. I'll help." I turned her around and untied her bikini top, letting it fall and expose her beautiful breasts.
She quickly covered up and gasped a laugh. "What are you doing?"
"Helping." I pulled her hands down so she couldn't cover her tits.
"Not them. Help me!" She protested.
"Well, you didn't specify." I objected. "Besides, you'd prefer this than the other option, wouldn't you?"
