This is a true story written by Caroline which describes events around our first threesome that took place 5 years ago when Caroline was 25 and just as gorgeous as she is today!
When in bed together my husband David used to ask me about my previous sexual encounters with other guys. I'd have to go into detail about the size of their cock, how they fucked me, whether I sucked them off and so on. Whilst I divulged my secrets to him I would be stroking his very erect cock, my recollection of past events turning him on immensely. Sometimes we wouldn't get to love making as he would cum in my hand from being too aroused and I'd have to make do with my pussy being licked to orgasm instead. I did find this quite strange at first, him wanting to know about my past love life as I have absolutely no interest what he used to get up to before me. I put it down to being a man thing and didn't really give it much thought after that.
Then one night he asked me if I would ever consider having sex with another guy whilst he watched. I was shocked to say the least and my immediate reaction was to say no! The subject wasn't raised again for about a month when again he asked me. This time I was a little more prepared and asked why he would want such a thing to happen. He just said that it was a deep seated fantasy of his to see me taken by another guy. I said nothing for a while not being very sure how to answer but then said that I would think about it as it seemed to be something of importance to him.
The next night I was asked if I had come to a decision about his proposal. I'd have to admit that I had thought of little else that day and would be lying if I said that the thought of what David suggested didn't turn me on a little.
I have I said in a very matter of fact way. Okay, I'll do it for you if it's what you really want.
Really!! he said, his eyes lighting up.
There are some ground rules though I said in a slightly more stern voice.
Number one, I can back out at any point.
Number two, I have final say on what guy.
Number three, you direct proceedings, that way you get what you want out of it and I'll know what's expected of me.
Number four, no ass play from either of you, that's stays as a very private thing just between us.
Sounds fair David said quick as lightening, following up with β Do you have anybody in mind?
One guy did spring to mind Adam, a friend of David's who I'd caught several times giving me admiring glances and someone whose company I was very comfortable in.
How about Adam I said in quiet tone.
Yeah, good choice honey came the reply. He's said to me on a few occasions that I was a lucky bugger to have such a hot wife so he might be up for it.
I'll leave everything to you from now on then I said. Just let me know if and when.
Sure sure, not a problem David replied enthusiastically.
Nothing more was said for over two weeks and I presumed that there had been a change of heart on David's part until one Thursday evening.
I thought I'd invite Adam back tomorrow night, I'm meeting him from work for a few beers beforehand if that's ok with you he said.
My stomach leapt a little on hearing this news but I remained calm and said, sure not a problem.
That morning when I woke I felt a little ill worrying about the forth coming event that evening. David was his usual self, kissing me goodbye and saying see you later honey β about 9'ish I would guess. Calmly I just said okay, bid him goodbye and shut the front door.
The rest of my morning was spent cleaning the downstairs of the house knowing we had a visitor coming. Like he'd care what the house looked like but I had to do something to keep my mind occupied. I made myself some lunch even though I wasn't hungry and ended up throwing most of it away. I started to feel more and more anxious about the whole affair as I started up the stairs to our bedroom where I thought the deed would be taking place. On opening the door there on the bed were clothes all laid out. A skirt and blouse, next to them were black stockings and suspenders, a black quarter cup bra and even some bright red lipstick. On the floor were my highest high heeled shoes with a note pegged to them. Reading the note it said β Just thought you might consider this little lot. bl**dy cheek I thought along with the realisation that there were no knickers on display either!! David must have snuck back upstairs without my noticing to do all of this the crafty little sod!
I was not sure what I felt as I stood staring at the assembled collection of clothing on the bed. I soon came to the conclusion though that it stopped me having to worrying about what I should wear. If this is what he wanted me in then so be it.
The afternoon came and went and before long my thoughts turned to getting myself ready for the evening. I took a bath, washed my hair, painted my nails and also gave myself a pedicure. All this being done with a tight knot in my stomach. I applied my makeup and used the suggested bright red lipstick, dressed myself in the clothes that were on the bed and then stood in front of the full length mirror to see what I looked like. I quickly came to one conclusion β a tart! I was expecting it though as I quite often dressed in a similar way if David and I were going to have a sex driven evening in together.