Our very first time including others with us in bed was detailed in a previous story. We were anxious, scared (both of us) but excited enough to try it despite our hesitations. A threesome with another man was not something I would have ever thought would excite me as much as it did. Everything seemed to line up just right for our first experience. We met a trusted friend of mine, he is a great guy and was not pushy or obnoxious in any way and it all combined to be a great experience for all of us.
Cindi and I both went into our first experience thinking that we would try it and see if the reality would be as good as the fantasy and had no expectations about the future. As I look back on those conversations now, I laugh a little because even as the person most pushing it to happen, it was better than I expected.
Taking aside the fun of it all it did a lot for our relationship that I would not have anticipated. Cindi began to open up a lot more about what she liked, what excited her in bed and slowly began to share her fantasies with me as I did with her. Cindi had always been very shy to say much about what she liked liked in bed preferring to be a little submissive and only saying that she wanted to please me. I enjoyed her more open attitude and every time she shared a new fantasy with me I would fixate on it for days.
Things couldn't be better between us. We would see our friend Tom when we could but due to the distance (a six hour drive) we were limited to maybe twice a year if we were lucky. That was okay for a while, the build up to a visit and the reliving after fueled us for quite a while. More importantly we became closer. There was an intimacy that developed that we had once and had become too busy to keep going. We both liked it.
After about two years of visits with Tom I began to suggest we should find someone closer to us to see sometime. Cindi's response was positive but her concerns were always the same. Who could we trust? Should it be a married or single guy? Would it get awkward if we saw him socially? What if we asked someone and they said no? Cindi was terribly afraid of someone thinking we were perverts (like that was a bad thing) and telling everyone they knew.
"What if you ask somebody and they are shocked and say no, then go about telling everyone in town. This town isn't that big and we both have jobs that could cause us a problem if people found out," she said.
"I have a plan!" I announced only to see her laughing.
"It figures," she said shaking her head at me.
"Look, it worked out the first time so take a chance with me and let's see if it works," I suggested grinning at her
So we devised a plan then picked our "victim/lucky guy".
My job requires me to be in contact with a lot of people of all ages in the community. One of my friends is through those contacts. Walt is an insurance salesman, one of the most well known in this town. He is married with kids and he is close in age to us. I had been out drinking with him a few times after events and thought he seemed like a good guy and that we had a lot of common life experiences that always made for a fun evening of drinking and storytelling.
Although I had known him for several years it was mostly all business related and our wives had only met a few times at social occasions.
Walt and I had made jokes with each other about how good looking we thought each other's wife was so I knew he would be interested if I could just set it up right. What I didn't know was if he would back out or not because he was married.
I called Walt and invited him to lunch, not an uncommon thing, under the pretext of discussing a committee we both served on for a local charity. Lunch went well we got the business part out of the way and talked sports and local news before I suggested that he should come over to my house sometime and see the new bar and home theater I just built in my basement. I told him I had spent a lot of effort on it with a big screen television reclining lounge chairs but every time I wanted to watch some game I would be there by myself because my wife wasn't that interested in sports.
Walt and I are fans of the same major league baseball team so I suggested he come over to watch a game. I also joked with him that I would try to get Cindi to play hostess for us and I think that was all the encouragement he needed. So our plans were set.
As the week passed Cindi and I talked about how we hoped everything worked as we planned and of course it added a little extra excitement to our sex life that week. I could tell she was getting as excited as I was about it because she was almost always excited and ready to fuck whenever I showed an interest. One evening while we were watching television in bed, she just leaned over without saying a word, pulled my underwear down and started sucking my cock. Not even a little foreplay on my part. I kept her vibrator close by and reached for it to use on her pussy while she sucked me which would always set her off quickly. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know she was already imagining what she hoped would be happening soon.
On a Friday night Walt came over to watch a game. We spent a couple of hours watching a game, drinking a few beers and eating some pizza Cindi fixed for us. Cindi was playing the perfect hostess, offering us drinks and food but not so often to interrupt our game watching. Since we were in the basement we could always hear her coming and I noticed regardless of how much we were into the game, Walt always turned his head to watch her coming.
Cindi had refused my request to dress slutty but she did agree to wear a short denim skirt with a tank top that was cut low enough to make any man want to look. She was friendly, a little flirty but tried hard not to be over the top. As the game was nearing its end she stopped coming to visit as planned. To give us more time to talk without interruption.
When the game was over, we started channel surfing. I stopped on an adult channel and asked Walt if he ever watched any adult movies. He said he had seen plenty in his younger days but his wife didn't care for them so he hadn't seen any lately. I told him Cindi and I liked watching them when we were in bed together. We would watch them and talk about what scenes turn us on. He said I was lucky for more than one reason. I was pretty sure now this was heading where I wanted it to.
I told him Cindi was pretty conservative but I had tried something to get her to open up a little. He laughed and said he wished he could find something to get his wife to be a little more adventurous in the bedroom and wanted to know what the secret was.
"Do you believe in hypnotists?" I asked.
"I guess," he responded. "I mean I never thought I could be hypnotized and I have watched shows that make it look real but I have never met someone who has ever really been hypnotized."
"Yes, you have. I hypnotized Cindi to get her to be less inhibited in bed," I said.
"Are you serious?' he asked.
"Yes, and I was hoping you might consider helping me try a little experiment with her to see how well it is working" I smiled anxious to see his reaction.
"What kind of experiment?" he asked looking puzzled.
"I have always read that even under hypnosis you can't get someone to do something they don't want to do anyway, so don't worry it isn't anything harmful to anyone." I explained.
I told Walt how Cindi had gone to a hypnotist a few years ago to stop smoking and I had studied the subject and I had played around with the subject a little. Mostly we used it for relaxation purposes. Before we would go to bed I would talk to her in a relaxing voice urging her to let stresses go and since I was experimenting I would make sexual suggestions at the same time. It seemed to help Cindi be a little less inhibited in bed and we both liked it. Cindi said it helped her feel more free and less guilty about doing things so she was open to it. It wasn't like she was a zombie, she would always remember everything we did.
I told Walt it helped her express herself more freely and tell me her fantasies and I wanted to try something if he wouldn't mind. He kept asking what I had in mind and I said he should just play along and see what happens. He agreed readily.
I told him to give me a few minutes upstairs alone with her to get her relaxed and I would have her come downstairs as soon as I could.
I went upstairs and found Cindi lying on the bed watching television. I told her she looked relaxed but not relaxed enough. That let her know we were ready. I sat on the bed and started rubbing her shoulders and talking to her in a low monotone voice. I told her to relax, let her muscles relax, let her mind relax, let her stress go. After about ten minutes I felt the time was right so I asked her to change clothes to put on something more appropriate for me.
