My wife, Ally, and I had been together three years at this point. We're both thirty, pretty adventurous and in good shape. We embrace and indulge our kinks, or, at least, most of them. There are some I never shared with her because I always considered them to be a little too perverted and was afraid she'd never accept them.
Then, one weekend, that all changed.
We had rented a cabin up by the lake for the weekend. It wasn't very remote as cabins go, but it was a getaway and both of us needed it. We had been talking about getting a cabin for a while. There was something else we had been talking about for a while, as well.
Having a threesome was something we had fantasized openly about since not long after we started dating.
We thought about trying to make that happen the same weekend. We came up with a loose plan to hit up the local bar and see if any girls looked promising. It was a very loose plan, but it was a popular time of the year at the lake so perhaps there might be some other vacationer also looking for a relaxed, good time.
After getting up to the cabin on Friday evening, we unpacked quickly and changed. I threw on jeans and a t-shirt, which was basically all I brought except for swimtrunks. Ally put on a tight black and grey pinstripe skirt and shiny black corset top. The top was low cut and showed off her milky white, 36C breasts as well as hugging her waist and emphasizing her curvy hips.
She looked divine. Makeup done to perfection, but not overdone, and her short-ish red and black hair spiked up a bit at the ends playfully. She was so hot that we almost didn't make it out of cabin, but she insisted and we did.
We got to the bar and found a table in the corner and made ourselves comfortable so we could watch the patrons and enjoy our drinks. The evening crawled on and we took turns getting up and fetching the drinks so we could each get a better look around the place. Plus, the waitress was slow and rude.
"So, " Ally started, "um..." She had that look she got whenever she was going to ask for a favor. Kind of shy and almost nervous. This time, she was blushing a bit though.
"Yes?" I asked, arching an eyebrow and smiling.
"Ok, so, I know we were looking to maybe find a girl to you know," she paused and looked around the room, "but there just aren't any here that are that hot."
"Yeah..."
"But, um, that guy up at the bar..."
"Guy?" I glanced over towards the bar and saw the guy who was standing next to her when she talked to the bartender. He was tall, and lean. Definitely the build she liked. "The black guy?" I reaffirmed, trying not to let my surprise carry in my voice.
"Yeah. He introduced himself while I was waiting for our drinks. His name's Tony," she informed me as she stared down at her drink.
"Okay..."
"He's totally hot. And I know we were looking for a girl, but you said you'd be up for a threesome with a guy sometime. I mean, I know we were gonna do it with a girl first, so it would be easier or something but..." She was talking a mile a minute clearly nervous and excited.
She stopped, took a deep breath, and then looked at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes. "Only if you want to, of course. We can just talk to him at first. See how it feels." She had obviously been thinking about this a while.
I took a deep breath and gave myself a moment to think, before responding. After taking a long sip of my drink to try to get rid of the lump in my throat, I said "sure, let's talk to him." She flashed me a smile that made her look giddy. "Should I-"
"No, I can get his attention and wave him over. He's been looking over here every so often." She sounded very excited and her chest heaved a bit as she talked. Then, as I was staring at them, she thrust her breasts out a bit and I realized she was getting his attention. I almost didn't notice her wave him over.
Tony took a moment to walk over, first grabbing three drinks from the bartender. I felt like I couldn't breath. "Remember, only if you want to," Ally whispered and gave me a reassuring look. Our eyes connected only briefly before she broke away to look up at Tony as he arrived at our table.
"Hi," she smiled up at him. "Tony, this is my husband, Chris."
He set the three glasses on the table and extended a hand. "Nice to meet ya, Chris. Met your lovely wife over at the bar. I hope you guys are still drinkin' Rebull and vodkas."
I shook his hand and tried my best not to stammer. "Yeah, that's great. Thanks, Tony."
"My good friends call me T."
We chatted for a bit. Mostly small talk about jobs, hobbies and other mundane topics. It wasn't horribly long before the flirting started though. Ally struck first, commenting on his lean muscular physique and height suggesting that he must be an athlete. I was stunned with how forward Tony was in response.
"Chris, I hope you don't mind, but I gotta say your wife has some spectacular tits." He spoke to me, but he was looking at her. Eyeing first her cleavage, and then locking eyes with her as he finished his compliment.
I was also looking at her as I replied. She was biting her lip and staring intently at him. It was a look I'd only seen right before sex when she was so horny she could barely contain herself. I hadn't seen that look in a while. That's when I knew I wanted to do this, even though that didn't make me any less scared. "Yes, she does."
"We should move to someplace more comfortable," Ally purred as she continued to look at Tony. "Don't you agree, Chris? Our cabin, maybe?"
It almost surprised me that she was even asking me at this point. "Um, yes. I mean, definitely, if Tony wants."
He finally broke gaze from my wife to look at me. "Oh yeah, man." He smiled broadly. "Definitely."
I hardly remember the next fifteen or twenty minutes. We called a cab and waited for a while for it to arrive. We were too drunk to drive, but that was really the only reason there was a cab in this little town. Eventually it came and picked us up. The drive back, which probably only took five minutes, felt like an hour. Probably because I was intensely aware of every time Ally and Tony touched in the cab, which was often since she sat in the middle of the two of us.
* * *
Eventually, we made it back to the cabin. As we sat in the living room, I still couldn't believe this was going on. My stomach was in knots and I felt like I must be flushed. I was surely red and sweaty. Tony and Ally did most of the talking. It was small talk that I couldn't really pay attention to, being so nervous.
Ally noticed my bouncing foot and laid a hand on my knee to stop it.. "Baby, how about you get us some beers. T, you want one?" She used his nickname. I don't know why, but that really stood out to me. Perhaps because it made them seem so comfortable and familiar with each other.
"Yeah, that would be great," he answered with a smile.
"Um, sure." I got up and made my way into the kitchen, relieved to be out of the room for a moment. I took a deep breath and pulled three Coronas out of the refrigerator. As I opened them, I heard a burst of laughter from the living room. It was all Ally.
I made my way back into the room to see that Tony had taken my place on the couch, next to her. They were sitting very close. He had his left arm on the back of the couch and draping down around her. His fingers were grazing her shoulder. The image was burned into my head in an instant.
Race had never been a discussion when Ally and I had talked about fantasies, but it seemed like it was very much a part of tonight. The contrast of his dark skin on her pale shoulder only heightened the feeling that it was someone else touching her. Someone not me.
I handed him his beer and he thanked me. I offered Ally hers and she looked up at me, still smiling from whatever had made her laugh moments earlier.
"Put it on the table, sweetie. My hand's full," she said and glanced downward. It was only then that I realized that her left hand wasn't just on his thigh. She had a grasp on his cock through his pants. She gave it a little squeeze to illustrate.
My knees felt a little week, so I set her beer down on the coffee table and took the seat Tony was formerly occupying in the recliner. I took a sip off my beer and stared at my wife's hand as it stroked another man's dick through his loose black pants.
It was the sound really, that alerted me to the fact that they were kissing. I had been so intent on where her hand was and what it was doing that I had developed tunnel vision. Tony's right hand was moving it's way up her abdomen towards her breasts and they had pressed their bodies even closer together.
They kissed gently at first, but that didn't last long. The kisses quickly became passionate and deep. I was stunned to see this, since even though we had made no rules, Ally and I had always discussed that kissing seemed rather intimate, even when compared to sex. So, even though no rule was agreed upon, I sort of assumed it to be an unspoken one. She apparently disagreed, or at least changed her mind.
"Chris," Ally said, snapping me out of my stunned state. "Help me," she asked and glanced over her shoulder. She was asking me to help get her corset top off. The same top that I had helped her into only a few hours earlier.
Setting my drink down, I made my way over to her and sat on the arm of the couch behind her. I loosened the laces on the corset as they continued to kiss. Their lips parted, and I held my breath as I pulled her top up over head and off.
"Damn. Those really are fine tits," Tony said as he stared down at Ally's now exposed breasts. He groped them and began to suck loudly on her nipples causing a sharp intake of breath. She enjoyed his aggressive molestation of her breasts for a minute before moving down to the floor and between his knees.
I watched her work quickly, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. It seemed like only a second before she had his cock out in the open. He wasn't exactly hard yet, but he was already far larger than I, at my hardest.
