'Deb', was my first wife. She was my high school / college fling and we got married. Things didn't work out long term, but we did have a great sex life together. Nothing wrong with that...
She and I had quite a number of adventures together. It was always fun watching the 'set up' and capture of a third to join us. One time I had an 11 week training course in Dallas over the holidays and my wife came down to stay in the corporate apartment with me. While I was gone all day and most evenings (very intensive course) she got a seasonal job at a local mall in a small shop that sold candles. She enjoyed staying busy and I felt a little less guilty being gone so much.
I had managed to get some free time and showed up at the mall a couple time while she was there with the store manager. His name was Alan (also not his *real* name) and he was about 15 years older than our early 20s. Much shorter than me, he was just a little taller than Deb's size. We got along well and kidded around when we were together. The atmosphere was relaxed – but a small hint of sexual tension in the subtle flirting that went on.
After one such evening, I took my bride home and as we were in the throws of foreplay, while sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy, I asked her if she would like to invite Alan for dinner and 'dessert,' she responded with an instant moan and orgasm. I suppose that answered that question. The only thing to arrange was when and how. We fucked like rabbits that night as she was already being serviced by both of us in her fantasies.
Getting Alan to ourselves was indeed a piece of cake. The next day at work Deb asked him if he would like to come over to our house Saturday evening after work for a late dinner and drinks. He said sure and must have suspected fun time were to be had because he asked if she was on the menu. (Much in character of the flirtation he had done when we were all together). She tried to temper his expectations by telling him that I would be there. Little did he know.
The week seemed to drag by as I waited for Saturday – but it eventually came. Deb arrived around 8:30 pm on Saturday evening and went to take a shower. I already had dinner practically ready so she just had to take care of herself. She cleaned herself up and dressed casually with a sweater and jeans. I poured us both a glass of wine while we waited for our guest. She told me that she wanted to be pounded by us both and that she couldn't wait to let her self get lost in our next encounter.
Alan arrived shortly and we gave him a warm hello and a glass of wine. We skipped sitting in the living room and went straight to the dining table as it was indeed late and we had hunger. Deb and also had hunger of a different kind to be satisfied, but that would have to wait a little longer.
Over my basic dinner of salmon, rice and vegetables, our conversation migrated from friendly to very personal. Lubricated by the wine, Deb's tongue mentioned not only sun bathing, but doing that in the nude. Alan immediately indicated that he'd like look over the bushes and watch that one day. I mentioned that he should be there next to her and she added, 'Yes, who would put lotion on those 'hard to reach' areas?' At this point in time, Alan took a big gulp of wine and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His hard on was noticeable through his Dockers and he shot a glance toward me to gauge my reaction. I just added, 'That's my girl.'
I got up to take the dishes to the kitchen and asked if anyone would like dessert. Both indicated yes and I said it would be a minute. Alan took his wine glass and looked at the view from the living room. Deb said she needed to excuser herself and shot me a quick wink.
