A semi-true story from our younger days. This was in 1988, Jaime and I had been married for three years, but together for 7. We were both working our first "real" jobs in a new city.
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How was your day at work? I inquired as my wife Jaime entered the house through our garage door.
"Just the usual, made a few sales, sent out of few proposals. The business side was as usual."
"Business side? Are there other sides?"
"Well, you remember my friend Suzanne?" Of course I do, she's Jaime's closet friend in the office. "We were talking about Christmas gifts today and she told me she gives her husband Clemmons sex certificates."
"Sounds fun, but what exactly are they?"
"Well, she showed me a couple from the top of a booklet she made for him. Blow job, 69, shower together, sex in the outdoors."
"Sounds fun, how can I get in on that?"
"Well, I'm not going to give you certificates, but there may be a way." With that both my attention and my cock became fuller.
"How so, since you're not go to be Mrs. Santa Claus."
"The certificate under the one for 69 was for a threesome. I don't think she wanted me to see it. Then again, maybe she did, I don't know."
"Are you saying Clemmons and I should both do Suzanne or that you're interested?"
"It's really never appealed to me, but when I heard what she was doing and then read the certificates, I couldn't get her out of my mind all day. I actually had to visit the restroom and cool down. But when the cool air hit my pussy, it almost had me at orgasm. A couple quick swirls with my fingers and I was glad no one else was in there!"
Holy Shit! Jaime and I were both in our late twenties, had been married a few years and had always enjoyed a normal sex life. It wasn't anything extraordinary - no anal, no facials, but we both enjoyed using our mouths and giving the other pleasure. There had never even been any talk about masturbation, let alone admitting to it. And then a FFM threesome. I'd say she had a really good day at work.
I have to say, I was intrigued, but then again unsure. Jaime was 5' 10", 135 pounds, small breasts, and full blond hair in a classic 80's style. Suzanne was 5' 5" and carried about 170 pounds evenly distributed. She had short curly hair and while didn't have a big belly, her legs were stout as well as her arms. I think what intrigued Jaime was Suzanne's large breasts. They were at least D cups and she always wore flattering, dare I say provocative outfits. Suzanne was about 7 years our senior, but still dressed like she was 22. Low cut tops to show off those tits, tight pants or skirts, and professional, but high, heels.
"I have to be honest, it's not something I've thought about. Suzanne can't hold a candle to your beauty, and she is a bit overweight. But on the other hand, your description of the day has me pretty turned on.
"Me too. She didn't offer anything, but she really had no reason to show me the book either. I think I'm going to go for it tomorrow. Just to see if anything happens."
As I went to kiss Jaime, I couldn't help but notice how her nipples had stiffened. I undid her blouse and unhooked her bra. My lips hadn't even made it to her tit yet before she jammed my face onto one. She moaned loudly as she unzipped her pants. As I pulled them down, I could tell she'd been wet all day. Her hand was once again rubbing her clit as I undid my own pants. By the time I was in her, she'd already brought herself to orgasm and was on the verge of another. She was screaming with pleasure by the time I finally came deep inside of her.
As we lay there on the living room floor, I said, "maybe this is going to be a very good idea."