I was having coffee with a my dear friend Ann who had recently lost her husband and though she is fourteen years my senior, we enjoy each other's company and her and I have been friends since we met when we had our homes built over twenty years ago. We have either met over coffee or have lunch together at least once a week since.
We generally talk about everything from our children to our grand kids, but last Thursday when met the subject of sex came up.
I'm not sure why, I don't remember how and I didn't really intend to talk sex with her, but I have been aggravated and real frustrated with my husband lately and when Ann kind of brushed on that subject, I mentioned that Bob had started almost demanding me to have a threesome with him and another man to fulfill a long time fantasy of his.
I was more than shocked when her reaction was less than supportive of my negative views on the that subject.
"Rickie, don't make the same mistakes that I made with Richard, may he rest in peace." she crossed herself and told me.
From the surprised look I felt on my face I could tell that she felt compelled to explain: "Without going too far into the personal details of your objections, let me just tell you that for years I denied My Richard the same fantasy. When I finally gave in after losing a silly bet, I realized that my ignorance had cheated us both out of the resulting sexual pleasures that we could have enjoyed together for many more years prior to that stupid bet. Now he's gone and not a day goes by that I don't think about how I cheated him out of that."
And I just sat there with my mouth open staring at her in total disbelief, surprised that she of all people would give into such a promiscuous request from her husband Richard.
"Now close your mouth and listen to me and take the advice of an old friend." She openly said: "If Bob wants to bring another man into your marriage bed to share you, do not, under any circumstances prevent that ... Embrace it. I know you're not a stupid woman Rickie, lay in a few ground rules and enjoy yourself, you're still young. Get it while you can."
I sat there for a moment. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what to say.
"Well? Ann finally asked.
"Like what?" Flew out of my mouth.
"Insist you pick the man." She said: "Make it someone you know and trust, someone who you know is clean, mature and has experience, and above all, one who will keep his mouth shut. Book a nice hotel room, make Bob buy you a fine dinner and have him meet the two of you there and enjoy the attention of two men pleasing you sexually at once. Basically, that's all there is to it. Let me tell you, it's an experience like no other!"
I felt myself starting to get aroused as my mind fantasized briefly over what that would actually be like and without thinking I asked: "Where would I even go to find such a man if I were ever willing to take such a leap?"
"Peterswiftt lives two doors down." I heard the words and I saw her lips move to form them, but I couldn't believe what I had heard when she said That.
"Who? My own voice came out quite loud: "I'm actually discussing this!" I thought the instant that I asked her that rhetorical question.
"Peter, Peterswiftt ... I'm sure you've seen him." She immediately fired back.
"Oh ... I had." Rushed into my mind: "Tall, powerfully built, salt and pepper hair, distinguished looking: "Yes, I've seen him ... But what makes you think."
And she cut me off: "I have coffee with him once in a while. He is easy to talk too and not only was he a good friend to Richard, he was there for me when Richard was hospitalized and he stood by me through all of the arrangements after his death." She explained.
I asked: "Was he the one that you?"
"No." She stopped me: "I had him write our story. " Not Wanting To Share" ...Sound familiar?" You can find it on LIT. He did, well, we did ... Well once when I really needed it but that's all. Rickie, he's hung like a horse."
All of a sudden, the way that whole conversation had turned was too much for me and I knew that Ann was seeing on my face and watching me blush: "Do you think ...?"
"Yes I know he would and You should." She finished the sentence for me: "I can call him for you if you prefer."
"What would you even say? I'm no supermodel!" I reacted.
"You're still young and attractive, what do you mean?" She asked.
"Ann, I'm forty three and a little plump, I wouldn't interest him like that." I responded.
"Well, look at me." She reasoned: "Like I said honey, you are still young and attractive, Please don't be foolish and waste it. I'll just tell him that you and I had this talk, that you are unsure how to proceed with Bob and the whole thing and I'll fib and tell him that without you knowing that I was calling him for you, I just wanted to see if he was interested."
"Well I don't know." I said
"Well what will it hurt?" She asked and waited on my answer.
"I need to think this through, this conversation is moving way too fast." I answered.
"Not fast enough to prevent you from wasting more of the life that you can never recover. Take it from me, listen to me and learn from my mistake." She instructed.
I need to think on this, let's change the subject, ok?" I asked.
"Sure." She responded: "If you insist." But we talked about just how to arrange my first threesome in great detail for the next hour and forty minutes.
Finally: "How do I approach Bob?" I asked.
"Hell girl, make love to him tonight and blow his mind by initiating the sex and then break it to him when you have him all lathered up in the throes of passion." She explained.
"Then kind of give in, but don't commit, let him think he finally won one. But first decide on any reasonable ground rules that you have any concerns about and be sure to include the one where the man you bring in is your choice." She counseled.
"Go on LIT and read my stories "Not Wanting To Share and Still Not Wanting To Share. Always chose the man." She explained: "And above all, stop wasting the time that you will only come to regret it later. I'm your friend and I'm telling you straight. Don't make the same mistakes that cause the continuous regret that I live with every day."
Before I left her I didn't commit to do any of it and though I knew that I was convinced to give in, I wasn't intending to go through with it, but I felt naughty, aroused and stimulated in the same sort of way that I felt before the first time that I decided to have sex. I tried to put all of that in the back of my mind , but I was excited and I could tell from thinking about it, that my panties were getting wet.
I had to settle myself down, Bob would be home from work soon and I needed to start dinner: "I'll make him his favorite pasta." I thought.
The whole time that I prepared our meal I kept thinking about what it would be like to be with two men at once and I couldn't shake the thought of Peterswiftt being the second man, pawing, ravaging and sharing me with my husband.
When Bob came home we sat down to eat and when he asked me what I did all day I could feel my face blush and form a crooked little smile, but I told him that I had straightened the house a little and that I had spent some time with Ann up the street and he asked how she was doing. When I told him fine, he was satisfied and as we made our usual small talk, I couldn't help but think of what it must be like to be naked with him and Peter together. I needed to shake that feeling.
When Bob offered: "You cooked, let me clean up." I thanked him and told him that I needed to check my email and I went in the other room and checked out Ann's first story on LIT. I also accessed all of Peterswiftt's contributions making a mental note to read "Girl Talk" and "After The Bourbon Trail Cruse" and maybe one or two others the following morning.
That night in bed, Bob was easy when I initiated sex like Ann suggested, I even asked him to tell me a dirty story. It's a game we have played off and on for years and other than a few rare acceptations, it always winds up with him rubbing, feeling and fingering me while telling me about the pretend "other man" who in reality is a large lifelike dildo that he purchased and loves to use on me for our sexual roll playing.
This time I made sure that I received it differently. This time I made sure that he noticed that I was actually getting into it more. This time it was actually way better because my mind was on Peterswiftt when he introduced that thing in my wet aching vagina and as I came like gangbusters he coached me through it like always, ending with his predictable broken record question: "Ric, feel it ... Oh yeah ... Go with it ... Savor it ... That's it!. . Feel him in you ... Now wouldn't this be much, much better if it were a real living and breathing man in your pussy sharing you like this with me?"
And I played him: "Oh my God Bob yes!. . Yes it would!. . Yesss! Dear God!!" I told him as that orgasm peaked. I wasn't faking the orgasm, it was real but I was laying the yes portion on a little thick.
Without waiting for me to come down from that fantasy sensation, he asked: "You mean?" He stuttered: "Are you saying ... you would?"
Wanting to hold on to that rush a little longer: "Damn him!" I thought: "Finish, and we'll talk about it while you rub my back." I told him. He hates that, he always prefers to roll over and go right to sleep but tonight he was putty in my hands and after hearing my resounding "yes,", it didn't take but a few seconds for him to cum.
