This is just a little story about my first threesome. It wasn't planned, it just sort of happened. In fact, I'm probably the last person you would ever imagine having a threesome. I have a group of friends and we chat from time to time. Of course, like most ladies we occasionally chat about sex, compare notes etc. On the fantasies side, we pretty much all agreed that a threesome was at, or near the top of the list. By threesome, I mean me with two men. I know that with men it tends to be the other way around. Alma from the bakers swears she had a threesome in her college years but she is known for telling tall stories.
Although it appears to be a man's fantasy to go to bed with two women, I've heard that they also fantasise about watching their wife having sex with another man. I can't think why they would want to do that, but apparently some do. With that in mind, sharing their wife with another man in a threesome would appear to tick more than one box. I suppose I will never understand the workings of a man's mind. It happened about a year ago, and as I said, was totally unplanned. My life was about to change in ways I could never imagine.
I arrived home a little late that day. My husband's brother, Jim, was coming around for dinner. By the time I got home he'd already arrived and was having a drink with my husband. Jim had recently broken up with his long term partner and was feeling a bit down. My husband thought it would be a good idea to invite him round for dinner. I agreed, he probably wasn't feeding himself properly. A good home cooked meal and a bit of company would probably raise his spirits.
Jim is a couple of years younger than my husband and we actually have a bit of history. It's all in the past now, but I went out with him a couple of times before meeting his older brother, Harry, my husband. It wasn't anything serious; I was only nineteen at the time. I remember kissing him a few times but that was about it. I used to hang out with a small crowd from college, and Jim just happened to be one of them. Like I said, it was nothing serious.
It was through Jim I met, and eventually married his brother. That was almost seventeen years ago. Anyway, back to the story. Although I had arrived home a little later than usual, I still had plenty of time to rustle up a wholesome meal. I only work afternoons at the bank so managed to prepare most of it in the morning. As soon as I walked through the front door I could hear Jim laughing and joking with my husband in the lounge. I kicked my shoes off in the hall and went straight in to greet him.
Having just come from work, I was wearing my bank uniform, dark blue knee length skirt with matching jacket. A white blouse and a sort of tie with the banks logo on it completed the look. I say sort of tie, it's a cross between a bow-tie and a cravat. I took my jacket off, threw it towards the chair, and missed. It landed on the floor. As I was undoing my tie, my husband started humming 'The Stripper' tune. You know... that jazzy tune they play when someone strips. Then Jim joined in.
I thought it was quite funny so played along. I gave a little wiggle as I seductively undid and removed my tie. All the time they kept humming the tune. It really was just a bit of fun so I pulled my blouse from my skirt and started to undo my buttons, in tune to their humming. Doing a sexy dance, I turned my back to them as I undid the last button. Then, holding my blouse closed I turned to face them before quickly opening it to give them a flash of my bra. As I was leaving the room they started clapping and shouting, more, more.
I was laughing as I ran upstairs for a quick shower and change. I felt a bit naughty for pretending to do a striptease, even naughtier for giving them a quick flash. Just as well it was only a quick flash. I had come from work so was wearing my comfortable, and not very flattering bra. As silly as it might sound, doing that in front of my husband and his brother aroused me a little. I was actually in the mood for a bit of finger action, but time was against me. Instead, I put that thought in my pleasure bank for later.
When I got out of the shower, Harry was in the bedroom. I couldn't believe it when he said that he and his brother really enjoyed my little striptease. I honestly thought he was joking, but the bulge in his pants told me otherwise. Oddly enough, I had never done anything like that before. Over the years we tried a few things, I guess most couples do, but never striptease. So when he asked me if I would do it again, I gladly agreed. Then I gave his bulge a little squeeze and told him I hoped he would be able to hang on to it for later.