After a lot of fantasies and too many years, my wife Jennifer and I decided to have another threesome. The opportunity to bring a woman into our bed for the second time presented itself while texting with an old friend of mine.
Kate and I had been friends for nearly 30 years. We worked together when I was still living in Milwaukee. It was always a platonic friendship, even though I was pretty sure Katie had a crush on me. I just never saw Kate in a romantic way. We have kept in touch, though that was 99% on Katie. I'm terrible at keeping up with friends, but she never gave up on the friendship, always filling me in on interesting goings on with old friends and family.
Recently, life had thrown a few too many curve balls at me. I was tired, frustrated, depressed, and I was convinced I was having a mid-life crisis. My wife and I had been married for over 20 years. We were best friends, and Jen and I loved each other dearly. We had a great sexual relationship too, until my wife was in an accident.
Afterwards, she needed medications, and the side effects severely dampened her sex drive. It wasn't impossible for Jen to have an orgasm, but in her mind, the effort wasn't worth it, because the desire wasn't there. It stunted our sex life, and I turned to online porn. I was fantasizing and masturbating only for the rush of endorphins to help me sleep most nights. The problem was, even fantasies can get boring if there's nothing new to fantasize about.
I started wondering what a person would think, if they were told they were part of someone's fantasy. Would they be flattered or pissed off? Would it matter if it was a person of the opposite sex, or same sex?
To be clear, I'm not talking romantic fantasies of falling in love, I'm talking about plain old sexual fantasies. I'm talking about the cute bartender that you saw last week, that you put in the "spank bank" for future fantasy dividends.
For me, I can get turned on by nearly anything. What I mean, is that it's not always about physical appearance. It can be about a person's personality,or even their nationality, or that they remind you of an old lover. The reasons are endless, and sometimes they are unexpected.
So, I was texting with Kate recently, and she was telling me about the "friends with benefits" situation she was in with an old friend, and I decided to ask her my question about how she would feel if someone fantasizes about her. Turns out, I am one of her biggest fantasies.
Me? Me?! My mind reeled. I told her I was flattered, but that I am happily married, and wouldn't cheat. That being said, the "spank bank" fantasy thoughts were on overload. Suddenly this old friend was making me more aroused than I had been in years, but why now? A few reasons came to mind.
First, it's been a long time since I've had sex with anyone besides my wife, and we've been married for 23 years.
Second, it's knowing someone else wants me, and it's erotic as hell.
Third, the most popular fantasizing Jen and I have done is about having another threesome with a woman. In the fantasy, Jen likes to watch me fuck another woman, because she gets aroused when I get turned on by the thoughts of another woman.
Four, the thing that arouses me the most is knowing I am pleasuring my partner. The idea that I might be able to live out Kate's fantasy with her,
and
live out my own fantasy
with
my wife? Very exciting and arousing thoughts, indeed.
So, I shared the idea of another threesome with my wife. I reminded her of how exciting it had been the first time. We talked then, about how that one night had fueled the fantasies of our sex life for years. Could a
second
night like that relight our spark?
So we texted, and we talked, and after months of interesting and informative texting with Kate, myself,
and
my wife, it led to an amazing afternoon of lusty, sweaty pleasure.
Kate was sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand, looking nervous but excited. I look to Jen, and she has a similar look; nervous excitement, with an edge of lust.
I tell Kate she looks tense. She takes another big gulp of wine. I suggest she switch to the office chair, and let me rub her shoulders to loosen her up. I see a small smile grow on Jen's face, knowing this was exactly how our last threesome began.
Kate sits on the chair, and I stand behind her. I start rubbing her shoulders. As I massage them, I can feel the bra straps under Kate's tee shirt. My fingers move from her shoulders to her neck, gently circling my thumbs, trying to work out the tension.
I can feel Kate start to relax. Her shoulders (and her large breasts) drop a tiny bit, her breath coming out in longer, slower breaths. My hands work on her upper back, then out to her shoulders, and down her arms, rubbing out the tension.
Jen takes another drink of wine, finishing her glass. She offers to get Kate a refill. Kate takes the last swallow of wine, and hands Jen the glass. As I massage back up Kate's arms, I wink at Jen. She winks back, and asks Kate if she wants me to stop. Kate shakes her head no, so my wife suggests that I take her tee shirt off. I look to Kate for approval, and she smiles as she lifts her arms, allowing me to pull the concert shirt over her head.
As Jen returns with more wine, she compliments the black bra Kate is wearing, and Kate thanks her. Jen tells me to take a look, but I say I want to feel them first. I move my hands down Kate's arms, and I let my fingers lightly move along the black fabric. Following the curve of Kate's breasts, I trace my fingertips along the lower edge of the bra, bringing my hands into a cupping motion, gently squeezing and lifting Kate's ample breasts. I ask Kate to remind me what size bra she wears. She answers and says it is size 50K. I hold and massage Kate's breasts, rubbing my fingers and thumbs in a circle around her nipples. I bring my hands into a gentle pinching motion around Kate's nipples, ending with hardened nipples between each thumb and forefinger. Kate moans as I slide my fingers back and forth, gently pulling on her nipples through the fabric of the bra. I look over at Jen, and her right hand is rubbing her own breasts, tracing her fingers over her nipples. I can see my wife's hips beginning to gyrate, swaying ever so gently left and right, back and forth. She asks Kate to prove the bra size is 50K. I smile again, and I ask Kate if I can remove her bra so she can prove the size. Kate says yes, and I notice both women have a lusty twinkle in their eyes.
I again slide my hands along Kate's shoulders, tracing the edge of her bra with my fingertips. Following the edge, I find the clasp, and I undo Kate's bra. As it falls away, my hands do their best to cup Kate's ample boobs. I gently rub her nipples between thumbs and fingers, and Kate's eyes close as she moans.
Jen asks Kate if she likes what I am doing, and she responds with a wordless up and down nod of her head. Then, Jen asks Kate if she wants to keep going. She gets the same quick yes-please nod. We all smile at that.
Jen has been sitting on the overstuffed green chair, watching, guiding. With the confirmation that this will continue, I go over, lean down and kiss her passionately. Jen eagerly kisses me back. I ask her once again if she is ok with this. She looks to Kate, then to me, and she says yes. I whisper into my wife's ear, how much I love her. I tell Jen how much this turns me on, and I slip my hand down between her legs, rubbing my fingers over the pajama bottoms, tracing the edge of her pussy, noticing how she's already wet. I kiss my wife again, then rub a bit harder against the fabric, circling gently above her clit. She moans and pushes her hips toward my hand.
We look to Kate, and her legs are spread wide. She has one leg on the coffee table. Her left hand is playing with a breast, and her right hand is buried between her legs, rubbing at her pussy through the fabric of her jeans. I ask Kate if she would like some help with that, gesturing toward her circling hand. Kate takes my hands in hers, and pulls me towards her. I kneel in front of her, and she places my hands on her breasts. She tells me to start with "the girls". My hands don't waste any time finding Kate's nipples. I hold a breast in each hand, thumbs gently rubbing back and forth across Kate's sensitive, but very responsive nipples. Every time I rub across them, I hear a small gasp from Kate. I feel them getting harder with each pass of my thumbs.
Simultaneously, every time Kate gasped, my dick would throb. All of the chats between the three of us over the months had us very excited and very, very horny. There had been a lot of fantasizing about
this encounter
. Any thoughts of it would get me hard. It brought out the little devil in me, and I convinced my wife to play along with my devilishly selfish plan. Well, maybe I am exaggerating, but I feel a little selfish.