Short story, common theme, common plot. Man shares wife with friend. Sorry haters, but really, it is just a fantasy.
Christmas Means Sharing
It was Thursday, a cold and windy day after Christmas. Bill and I were finished celebrating with the family. Our out of town children had returned home, leaving us alone on that cold dreary day. We had been so busy that there had been no time to wish our favorite friend and neighbor, Brad, that lives across the street a Merry Christmas. We speak to him often ,but had not seen him much over the holiday. My husband caught him in the driveway as we were seeing off the kids and learned that he had a date for Friday but didn't know what to do or where to take her. Bill suggested that they could come over to our and enjoy some of our good leftovers and maybe a few drinks. Our younger neighbor seemed quite pleased with the invitation and offered to bring the wine.
Brad is a good looking mid 30s guy and his date Janelle was a little younger than him. My husband, Bill, is 6' 170 lbs, and in pretty good shape for being 52 since he still works out regularly with me. I'm about 5' 7, and according to my husband, I have gorgeous legs, according to my husband, a nice tight ass, and lovely large breasts. My hair is red, trending auburn which means I have a pretty light complexion, my breasts and thighs are "creamy white" and have to stay out of the sun. Also, where most women have dark areolas and nipples, mine are rather pale and pink. Even after raising two children, Bill tells me often that I easily look ten years younger than my 48 years.
Around 5:00 the next afternoon, Brad reluctantly called to cancel as Janelle was not feeling well and wanted to stay home and sleep. We told Brad to come on over anyway and enjoy the evening with us. Otherwise, all our leftover turkey and fixings would just go to waste. Having no alternative plans, he accepted and soon joined us. We sat in the living room snacking on dessert after dinner and sipping wine on the couch and I got a little tipsy. "You wine choice was pretty good Brad. I'm definitely feeling it," I admitted. For some reason, whenever I drink a lot, even at my age, my thoughts often turn to sex. Bill knows this and always tries to get me drunk way whenever he can. My mental movies that evening were about the times Bill and I were in bed together fantasizing about having another man join us. When we put a name to our fantasy, it was usually Brad. I loved his long youthful hair that flowed down his back to the top of his shoulders, large hands and deep voice. That, and I fancied the large bulge I could sometimes make out in his jeans. Bill's tool was average, but add that to his skills with his tongue and fingers and he easily satisfied me most of the time.
"More wine anybody?" I asked. We all were feeling warm and comfortable on the couch after dinner, drinking and listening to music and I was hoping our evening could continue. On the way to the kitchen, I glanced around and admired our holiday decorations that were still up, including the mistletoe above the dining room entry. When I returned with fresh drinks, Bill was waiting for me under the mistletoe. He never missed a chance to smooch. Taking the glasses from my hands, he placed them safely on the table nearby and gave me a demure kiss on the lips. I returned his kisses a few more times, not realizing, in my state, that we were lingering a bit longer than what was polite with a guest in our home.
Brad cleared his throat to get our attention, "Maybe it is time for me to leave. Looks like you two have plans for after dinner," and smiled at us.
"Oops, I wasn't thinking and got carried away." my husband answered. Then, he surprised me, "Sorry, we are being rude. Darcy is still under the mistletoe. Maybe she deserves a kiss from you too!"
"What are you doing husband?"
I thought, but said nothing and managed a smile to let Brad know that it was o.k. with me. I knew from our bedroom fantasy talk that Bill wouldn't mind at all and would be teasing me later in bed about it. Knowing him, he was probably already trying to hide a "stiffy."
Brad looked at both of us and considered his invitation. We were all just having fun, feeling nice and relaxed, and a little less inhibited from all the wine. "Sure, how can I pass up an invitation like that? It's the neighborly thing to do," he chuckled and got up from the couch.
As I watched Brad walk toward me, I wondered with a little trepidation what he would do. At first he just gallantly gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Then Bill quickly twirled me around to take another turn, saying, "I can do better than that!" and French kissed me in right in front of our friend, parting my lips with his tongue while pulling me tight to his chest with his hands on my bum. "Much better!" Bill released his grip and turned me around to face Brad. "Your turn!" he challenged.
Brad said, "ok, I can do this!" and reached behind my shoulders as he tilted his head down to my expectant lips and leaned in as if to really kiss me.
With closed eyes and slightly open mouth, my lips, for the first time in many years, touched another man's lips in a romantic way . Our bodies barely touched except for his hands demurely holding my shoulders and my breasts barely touching his young chest. I inhaled the scent of his manly cologne as his youthful lips molded to mine for a few seconds although it seemed like much longer. I felt tingly and got somewhat aroused from the plutonic kiss. It fueled the fantasies my husband and I had shared for a long time. Opening my eyes before Brad did, I caught Bill watching us in a mirror with a hand in his pocket, repositioning his obvious approval. He was no doubt getting fantasy fueled for later.
After Brad and I broke our first real kiss, Bill spun me around again. "My turn!" he said before he kissed me again. This time we joined together, sharing arousal and real passion, open mouthed, letting our lips and tongues entangle until our friend had to cough again to get our attention.
"Oops, sorry, got carried away." Bill spun me again towards Brad and told him, "Your turn!" It had suddenly become a competition, and I was the game!
When Brad and I faced each other, his hands found my waist to draw me closer. I reached behind Brad's neck and pulled him down to my face as I planned to kiss him longer and more seriously this time. As our mouths joined together, I hoped for a sensual kiss like I had just shared with my husband that stood behind me. I was hyper aware of my boobs that were flattened against those young hard muscles. My husband and I had fantasized many times about sharing me in bed. I never thought I could go that far, but letting Bill watch as another man held and kissed me was often discussed as a safe, but real alternative. And, now it was really happening! Bill loves to tell me how wonderful my lips are and what a good kisser I am. Also, I knew how hot he could get imagining what it would be like to watch me make out with another man. He told me once that he often enjoyed orgasms masturbating to that fantasy. I was getting hotter by the second knowing how much I was turning my husband on for later in bed. After smooching with this lovely young body pressed against me, I was going to need my husband's best skills.
Before Brad and I finished our first long and sensual mistletoe kiss, Bill moved behind me to lift up the back of my hair and nibble on my neck, which he knows can drive me nuts. I moaned softly into Brad's mouth before releasing him so I could turn around and kiss my husband again. "Your turn!" I said as sexily as I could manage being somewhat out of breath. Bill pulled me tight and gave me another full wet tongue kiss, trying to outdo our friend. I went a little limp when Brad begin to kiss the back of my neck, copying my husband. Then he ran his thick moist hot tongue all over my neck and behind the lobes of my ticklish ears. That sent shivers up and down my body and tingles to my very wet pussy. My knees were weak and would have buckled but for the two strong men that held me close between them.
I had one arm around my husband's neck and reached around with the other to pull Brad tight behind me. His waist was now joined to my butt, and the three of us moved in a sensual rhythm. I rubbed my belly into my husband's growing erection. With growing passion and pleasure, I felt Brad's growing cock press into my butt cheeks.
Four hands now roamed around my body, but they still avoided my private places. I alternated back and forth several more times between the two men, enjoying the sensational arousal of two erections pressing into me while accepting wet, open mouthed kisses from both of them. I love kissing, and this was major kissing. I knew Bill always loved the feel of my lips and the way I could dance my tongue in his mouth and by the very large bulge he pressed into me, I knew that Brad felt the same. I was in heat, burning with desire and could feel my juices soaking through my panties as I rotated between them.
My nerves were on fire and senses heightened by these two men that continued to kiss and share me. I knew we were only making out, but it was as close as I'd ever been in my life to having sex with two men at once. I salivated with desire for the dicks that were fully extended now behind their zippers and pressing into my tummy and my ass. Hot and horney, I explored Brad's mouth, then drawing his tongue into my mouth I sucked and teased it like a small cock. My eyes were closed and enjoyed his tongue lingering between my teeth. Swirling my tongue around his, I explored its texture and shape. Then my tongue penetrated back between his lips, into his mouth and I kept it there, wiggling and teasing. Bill and I love kissing like this when making love. Sometimes it was the little extra he needed to come. I was doing the same now with Brad and melted with the sexuality of the experience.
The three of us moved together as one hungry animal. It was amazing! I could have kept touching and kissing like this for hours. Turning to face Bill for his turn and kiss him once again, I felt Brad from behind move his hands around and explore my body with more daring, close, but not quite touching my intimate places. Correcting this omission, Bill, finally to my relief, grabbed Brad's hands and moved them to my breasts and position them so he could squeeze my breasts with Brad's hands. It was electric! Soon Brad was squeezing my breasts on his own which allowed my husband to explore the dampness between my legs. Bill and I moaned our passion into each other's mouths. I got weak and wobbly again. Bill was squeezing the heat and desire that leaked through my jeans while our youthful young friend continued to caress my breasts and tweak my very erect nipples through my blouse from behind.
Bill reached his hands around me to cup and squeeze my hips while we kissed, pressing me hard into Brad's hardness that rested between them. I was barely aware when Bill slid his hands up beneath my loose fitting blouse to find and unbuckle my bra. It just seemed natural. He managed to slip my babies out so Brad's hands could fondle my breasts through my blouse. I was in a daze and unable to react when suddenly Bill lifted my blouse and bra, in one smooth motion, over my head to leave me standing there, topless, between them. "
OMG! I am naked from the waist up!"
I suddenly realized,
