His Wife Poses With His Best Friend
It's now been over six months since Jim visited us, but we still think of his time here with excitement and a certain amount of lust.
For those of you who are reading our stories for the first time, let me bring you up to speed quickly, before starting this chapter of our erotic experimentation.
Up until about two years ago, we were your average married couple. Happy with each other, and happy with life in general.
We're still very happy with each other and with life, but it's suddenly become a lot more interesting and erotic.
It all started with an almost accidental sharing of a picture of our new hot tub with my best friend Jim, over the 'net. A simple action like showing him our new hot tub with my wife in it (ok, she was naked) ultimately led to one of the most interesting and erotic experiences we've ever had.
We started off by sharing increasingly erotic pictures, from simple topless shots to fully nude, spread legs and all, to photo's of her masturbating with her favourite dildo, all via the 'net with Jim. Six months ago, he came over for a visit, which ended up with me having Jen expose herself to him for real, and eventually fuck us both at the same time.
Our experiences were fantastic, and we've thought about it almost non-stop since he's left, often while making love, we'll fantasise aloud that Jim's still with us and that he and I are fucking her at the same time. Unfortunately, he's not here any more and it's probably going to be a long time before we see him again, as we're two continents apart and it'll be a few years at least before we see each other again.
That, in a nutshell, is what's happened in the past two years. For the full details of our experiences to date, you could read our other stories, also here at Literotica which will give you more of an idea of what we got up to. Now let's get on to the latest installment of our erotic diary.
Since Jim left, Jen and I have talked about our experiences a number of times, analysing the things we did, why we did them and how we felt about it, and have agreed that what happened then was probably a once-off event (or events, if you want to get technical, because we did share her a few times) that won't be repeated.
While the experience of sharing Jen with him was one which we all enjoyed, we think it's because of the person and not the act. That doesn't make sense, does it? Let me rephrase it for you. Having a threesome is probably not going to happen again, because we did it with Jim, whom we both love dearly as a friend. He's a special person with whom we felt comfortable doing it, but we don't think that we'll find someone else with whom we share the same kind of bond. Of course, we may be wrong and that person could walk through the door at any moment, but we'll have to wait and see if that ever happens.
Our other activities have carried on as normal, and we've enjoyed them even more, if that's possible. We're still taking nude photo's of Jen, we're still swapping them with Jim, who is still enjoying her special displays for him. Jen's gotten more adventurous, and has a wonderful time fulfilling his special requests when we can. His last request was quite kinky, but she loved every second of the photo session, which involved her using two dildos, a cucumber and strawberry lubricant while he watched us doing the shoot "live" on the webcam.
Part of the discussions we had following our threesomes with Jim revolved around the things that arouse her, and what activities are the most sexually satisfying for her. She told me she loved the feeling of being gently taken by two men, one in her pussy and one in her mouth, and she said that the orgasms she had then were the most intense and fulfilling she's ever had. From my side, I confessed to her that the sight of her being filled by my friend while she was sucking on me certainly made me come harder than ever before. There's something intensely erotic about watching the woman you love being taken in front of you. I remember on two occasions while Jim was here, just watching as he slowly made love to her. OK, watched and took photo's, if you must know. I've never denied being a voyeur, you have to admit. We've made new and exciting discoveries about ourselves and each other and we're now making sure that we don't waste these insights.
Anyway, what I was going to say before getting sidetracked was that on one of those occasions, she looked into my eyes, and I could see the love she felt and knew just how much she enjoyed the sharing. It showed us both that we trusted each other completely, and were willing to share the person we loved most in an intimate way without feelings of jealousy or anything remotely negative intruding on our joy.
What I remember most clearly is watching her face as Jim slid into her, and her look of pure ecstacy as she felt his cock spreading apart her pussy lips and pushing into her warm depths.
They were on the couch in front of me, both still clothed, relaxing after a day spent walking through the bush and then swimming in the sea. I had just finished downloading a set of photo's to the laptop, and still had the camera with me. I'd had enough of doing landscape shots and thought I might try doing a few nudes instead. Having decided that it was going to be a photo shoot, I asked Jen if she felt up to it.
"Yep, if that's what you guys feel like." was her reply.
"Ok, hun. Would you like to take your top off and stand by the window where the light's better?"
"Sure, whatever my master wants", she joked as she stood up and took off the loose t-shirt she was wearing, exposing her lovely boobs to us again.
"Right, step over to the window and look out at the garden."
"Now turn slightly to your left. Yes, that's it. Perfect."
Click.
I shot a few pictures of Jen staring out into the garden, with her bare breasts bathed in the late afternoon sun, turning them a lovely golden colour. I could see her nipples perking up, and somehow I knew that it wasn't because it was cold. She was enjoying posing for the camera, knowing that there were two guys watching her stand around semi naked.
"Why don't you take off your shorts and do the same pose, just in your panties this time?" I asked.
She didn't answer, but unsnapped the button on her shorts and pulled them quickly down, then kicked them away, almost into Jim's face.
Jen stood facing the window, now dressed only in her panties, as I snapped a few pictures of her beautiful body. All the time Jim was telling her how fantastic she looked, and how great he thought the photo's were going to be. His blatant flattery seemed to be working because although she was blushing and pretending to be shy, she was becoming more and more relaxed and her poses were showing it. She'd turned around and was facing us, facing the camera, and was cupping her breasts shyly, hands over the nipples. We could see that she was rubbing them against her palms and could hear a slight intake of breath each time the sensitive tips grazed her hands.
"Hey, Jen. How about some pictures of Jim standing behind you, holding your boobs?" I asked.
"Do you want me to pose like that?" said sort of shyly.
"Yeah, why not. It'll be fun." was my slightly out of breath reply.
Jim stepped up and stood behind her, also breathing a bit faster than he had been. His hands soon found their way to her breasts, and he cupped them gently. Jen leaned back into his chest, looked me in the eye, and in that split second, I knew that she wanted him, but that she wouldn't be the one to initiate anything. I don't know why or how I knew it, but I did.
Something passed between us, maybe one of those semi psychic flashes that most married couples have, and I knew that she wanted me to take charge.
When we talked about all this later, I found out that while she loved playing my slut, she didn't want to be the one responsible for it. Maybe the strict upbringing she had made her like that, but she believed that good wives don't fuck around. If, on the other hand, I "forced" her into it, or made her my slave, it was fine. Weird how a mind works, isn't it?
