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Let me state something obvious because some people just don't get it. This story carries an adult theme. If you are offended by sexual stories, don't read this story. This story is fictional with fictional characters. These characters will never get AIDS.
Thanks Bandra for your help editing and pointers!
This story was told to me by one of my close friends.
Start:
What can I say about life? Some times you get sucked in and forget about living. You know what I mean; all the little details bog you down and you forget to live. All those little things take control and you lose sight of the big picture. Romance takes a back seat to those all consuming little things. I've been married to my husband, Steve for nearly twenty years. Twenty loving years, we've shared together. In that time we raised two children and this past fall we became empty nesters as our children are away at college. And let's just say that we re-christened all the rooms in our house!
With my fortieth birthday approaching, well, I started to feel my age. I wasn't ready to surrender and grow into some blob of a woman like most of my coworkers. So with Steve's encouragement I joined a gym and worked hard to acquire a well toned body. After a month, I started to see the difference. Talk about an ego boost, being able to fit into jeans that have been buried in my closet for three years.
My husband Steve is six feet tall with salt and pepper hair. He's in pretty good shape and loves to spend time in the gym. Personally I think he likes to look at the women more than anything else, but hey, at least he's taking care of himself.
We have a special relationship. We realized a couple of years ago that we were going through life on cruise control and life's pressures were adding up. Steve wanted more sex and I was not feeling very sexual. The problem was money, the house, and all those things. We started to 'date' again and work together closer if you will. We quickly had the house in great shape and the bills were being paid off. Those dates, well after the date I would be very aroused and wanted my husband. Things really heated up between us!
Steve has been a great husband and at times a bad boy. For years Steve has been talking about including others. Well mostly he's focused on another man. At first I thought that he wanted to have an affair with a secret woman and was upset. Then over time his fantasy started to grow on me. Now, we talk about other men at least once a month. About three years ago Steve started to introduce toys into our bed play and he loves it when I pretend to enjoy other men by toying with the different life like vibrators and dildos. Steve loves for me to pretend that I'm with other men and yes he loves to watch. I quickly learned that this was a great foreplay tool for our lovemaking. We never talked about swinging or swapping, so I just went with it.
Like I said, over time Steve's fantasy started to grow on me. After turning forty this past year, I started to wonder if I still had it. Do other men find me sexy? Do other men want to sleep with me? Time is running out; so if my husband wanted to include another man, why not? Hell, we've been married for twenty years and still in love so why shouldn't we have some fun before we are both too old?
At first it was strange to talk about other men, with your husband. However, he quickly learned that I enjoyed our little talks. It became foreplay if you will. We didn't talk about this all the time, just every now and then. I was thankful that Steve didn't try to push this on me, and I think that allowed us to take the next step whatever that might be. To be honest, I didn't think that we would ever really do a threesome. The fantasy was very sexy, but I just didn't see it ever happening.
Some times when we were at the mall or out at a club Steve would point out to some man. Talk about a bolt of electricity ripping though my body, to hear your loving husband ask you if you would have that man bed you. Again, this was a great little foreplay game we enjoyed.
About a month ago we were home alone watching one of Steve's porno movies. The movie wasn't too bad and it had some kind of a plot. To me the problem with porn is that after you see the people having sex, I just want to fast forward to the next scene. This movie was about a couple that started to swing. The idea of having strangers in my bed was not very arousing. However, this movie played it up. In any case, movies are not real life. Steve wanted to know what I thought about the movie and if I wanted a lover.
"Steve I don't want to have an affair"
"Honey, I'm not asking for you to have an affair"
I put my hands on my hips, "Oh, so you want a lover? Is that it?"
"No, baby, I do not want a lover"
Confused I asked, "Then what is it that you really want?"
"I don't know baby, but I think it would be hot if one night we had a threesome"
Oh there it was! "So you want to bring some sexy young girl to our bed?"
"No" Steve looked down at the floor. "I want to bring another man to our bed"
"What? Don't tell me you are gay?"
"No, you know better then that. I just think it would be so freaking hot to watch some guy do you."
It was not time for me to turn up the heat to his little game. "You want some stranger to do your wife?"
"Oh please; haven't you ever thought about it?"
"And what would you be doing Steve?"
"Watching and then I would do you next!"
"Oh would you do me now?"
"Oh yea baby" he moved next to me and reached down between my legs. "I love touching you when you're wet."
Wow I didn't realize that I was aroused, but yea, I was! I'm not a slut and have never enjoyed two men in one night, let alone together. "Steve, I'm not a whore!"
"I know you're not a whore. You're a lady, but I would like to do some kinky things with you. As I'm sure you know, we'll both enjoy it!"
He had a point, a very strange point. My husband was pushing this in motion for us to enjoy our first threesome. How strange is that? The fantasy; oh how wonderful! To have two men worship my body, and to pleasure me over and over again. To feel their hands on my body, their tongues lick my body, and their hard cocks in me. What a sexy thought! "Take me to bed your big stud!"
"You like young men taking you to bed?"
"Why yes I do Mr. Smith."
Steve looked a little shocked that I called him by some other name, but he quickly picked up on it. "How long before your husband is home?"
"Oh, I think we have an hour."
"Good!"
Steve took me to bed that night and just ravished my body. We acted like two sex starved high school kids. It's been years since Steve did me twice in one night. I loved it! The thought came into my mind that night, what would it feel like if some other man did me, and then after he finished, Steve would do me? To be used, over and over again, by my husband and by a stud. What a night that would be.
The next morning Steve wanted to talk about the movie, and after that he wanted to talk about how he loved last night. He was a mad man last night, and I really enjoyed it. I did admit to him that the thought of him and another man was hot. We talked some more and then off we both went for work. Every night that week, Steve would help around the house after work; we would have dinner, and then have some hot sex in bed.
A week later we hosted a dinner party. All of our parties had been lots of fun and this party was no exception. Our friends came over and enjoyed a feast of good food and good wine. After everyone left, I was a little tired. Then I heard Steve talking to someone, and when I walked over to the family room, Steve and John were in some deep male conversation. I think both men had a little too much to drink but they were enjoying a good buzz.
I told Steve that I was tired, going to bed, and said goodnight to him and John. Told them to have fun and enjoy the rest of the night.
I was still in my sexy party sundress and walked around in bare feet as it was still warm outside. All night I did my best to peak the interest of the men as I didn't wear a bra. Before, I was too busy to notice how my body felt. Now, with only having Steve and John in our home I could feel my semi erect nipples brush against my silky sundress as I moved around, and knew that the men were getting turned on. Underneath all I had on was my sexy black thong. Well, not that anyone would see it, but that silly little thing makes me feel sexy when I wear it.
As I put away the dishes, the men were quiet. A little too quiet if you ask me. Was Steve up to something? Maybe he was feeling John out? What was my husband up to? I couldn't help but think, was he setting things up? My body started to tingle as I went through the different delicious scenarios. What if John didn't want me? What if John did want me? Could I allow John to take me in our bed? Does Steve really want this? How will Steve feel tomorrow? Can I have sex with John, with my husband watching?
