Our 3some

Incredible as it may seem the Stocky Pilgrim part of the story is true.

THE STORY SO FAR

I am George Smith. My wife, Tricia, and I invited Paul to make us into a 3some. It has worked reasonably well (so far) because we have 6 agreed rules.

OUR 3SOME RULES

Rule 1 - Tricia and I would sleep overnight in our marital bed.

Rule 2 - Paul could cuckold me just 3 or 4 times a week.

Rule 3 - The arrangement should take place predominantly in our house.

Rule 4 - Paul and Tricia needed to agree to keep it a secret.

Rule 5 - "On each person's birthday the other 2 must organise a special treat. Paul will be responsible for organising a special treat for Tricia's and George's wedding anniversaries.

This was Paul's suggestion. He made it shortly after I suggested the first 4.

Rule 6 - Massages are Paul's and Tricia's time.

This originated with Tricia, when the 3some arrangement had been in place for a few months. Truth to tell, I am ambivalent about having to obey this rule. I am excluded from my own house for their massage time.

No marriage is perfect. All involve some give and take. Overall however our 3 person marriage is a substantial improvement on our previous normal 2 person variety.

JEALOUSY

Of course, I felt jealous that Paul has such control of my wife. Jealousy is a natural emotion.

But jealousy can also engender progress. Jealousy was probably responsible for one of the world's greatest scientific advancements.

NASA was created because President Kennedy was jealous of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic's Uri Gagarin. Uri was the first man to leave our planet. President Kennedy therefore set the "hard target" of the USA getting the first man on the moon.

My jealousy made me more responsive to my wife's needs. My jealousy made me "shape up".

Without Paul I might well have become complacent. It is a truism that "complacency kills marriages". Complacency is often the precursor to people having affairs or to the other partner calling it a day.

PAUL'S EX-WIFE'S FAULTS

Paul partly blames his ex-wife for being sexually and emotionally complacent. She expected Paul to be happy with her lack of affection and lovemaking. He feels that his ex-wife could (and should) have tried harder.

He cites one day when his wife said only 20 words to him. She spent the whole evening playing computer games on her laptop. One of the words was in response to Paul asking if she wanted a cuppa. All she said was "coffee", not evenb"coffee please." Nor did she say "Thank you" for the coffee.

When his then-wife's friend phoned, she spent fully 20 minutes in conversation. Then she went back to her computer game. She never even drank the coffee that Paul had made for her. Paul ended up pouring it away.

Paul thinks that his marriage would have ended sooner but for their mutual love of music. They shared a love of a wide range of music, from punk through to classical music. Like many couples, they sang together in the privacy of their home.

Sometimes they sang together at Karaoke nights. They sang the Sony and Cher classic "I've got you baby". Little did they realise that, like the legendary singers, their marriage wouldn't last.

TRICIA

My wife had fancied Paul and he her. Tricia is much happier with 2 men lusting after her. Tricia tells me that she is now much happier with me. I am more attentive to all her wants. We have better quality sex.

Tricia likes it that I get on well with her lover. We 3 are all "mates". Of course it helps that our cocks are roughly the same size. I don't think I could bear Paul if he had a 7 inch or larger penis. Neither could I stand it if he belittled me.

Tricia also likes it that Paul has never spoken badly about me.

PAUL

We never ask what Paul does on his days off. We know he is a member of various dating websites.

We recognise that he might one day find a girlfriend and want to marry her. We know that would end our 3some.

Frankly I hope that he doesn't find someone to marry. But that's probably just me being selfish. I know Tricia feels this too. She wants Paul as much as I do.

Tricia isn't in love with Paul. That is a major part of why our 3some works so well.

RULE 5 - TRICIA AND MY WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

Under Rule 5 Paul had to make arrangements for my wedding anniversary. He knew that Tricia and I both wanted to sleep with him all night. We tried it one night, but it wasn't successful.

This was only because our bed is too small for 3 of us.

Paul said "I have booked you into a hotel in Worcester. The attraction is that the hotel has a large 4 poster bed and a connecting door to the next room.

I am staying in that next room. I can come through and share your bed. I have purchased some anti-snoring medicine.

Tricia was so pleased that she stripped naked in front of Paul and I. He also stripped naked and they fucked there in the lounge while I watched. I was amazed how intimately they had become. Paul now knew how best to please my wife, and therefore me.

After they finished, I said to Paul "Thank you. That is the best anniversary gift we have ever received. We both want you to stay. Do they do breakfast in bed? It seems a pity to have to dress to go down for breakfast."

Paul said "I'm ahead of you. The bring it to the rooms at an agreed time."

Paul then watched me and Tricia making love.

RULE 3

Paul hadn't broken Rule 3. Sex would still take place predominately in our house.

Plus Paul knew that the hotel was discrete about the sleeping habits of their guests. That is why they weren't bothered about unlocking the connecting door.

WORCESTER

We travelled up by train from Southampton to Worcester. Paul had reserved 3 seats around a table which seated 4 people.

It is a lovely journey made extra special because we had 4 hours of chat with Paul, without sex neing involved. I got to know him better in those 4 hours than in the previous 4 months.

The hotel was only a few hundred yards from the Fore Street Station.

Paul had booked us a 5 course evening meal. We had 7 hours to wait before they started serving.

SUITCASES STORED

We had arrived before the 2 rooms were ready. The hotel kept our suitcases and we took a quick look at the public rooms. The hotel was built in the 15th century. Originally it had been used by pilgrims.

THE STOCKY PILGRIM

The bar was called "The Stocky Pilgrim". A notice explained

"Worcester Cathedral was once an important pilgrim shrine.

A 1997 excavation surprisingly discovered a fully clothed 60 year. old, 15th century man. He was stockily build and approximately 5 feet 7 inches tall. The body was in good condition.

He wore woollen garments and knee-length leather walking boots. Beside his body lay a long wooden staff, with a double-pronged iron tip. The staff was coated in a purple, kermes and bone-black dye. Kermes was expensive since it is made from the bodies of female oak-gall producing insects

The survival of clothing and pilgrim equipment within makes it unique.

Perhaps he was dressed this way to be more easily recognisable on judgement day, when the righteous are called to heaven.

The artefacts recovered from the burial are now on display at Worcester Cathedral".

BEING TOURISTS

Paul said "It would be criminal not to see the Worcester museum and the cathedral. We could even catch Evensong."

WORCESTER MUSEUM

I thought that most of the exhibits were passe but Tricia and Paul enjoyed them. I liked the exhibit about Worcestershire Sauce.

The museum also had an art gallery. The art collection is especially rich in works by British Impressionist artists whose names I had never heard of. But they were spectacular.

They also had gorgeous landscapes by a Worcester artist. Again I hadn't heard of him, but I spent a lot of time admiring them.

Tricia and Paul sat and waited patiently for me. We then had some locally sourced cakes and coffee

I said 'In my view it should be called "Worcester Art Gallery and Museum".

Tricia said "I should be careful of who you say that to. They may still burn heretics."

Luckily I hadn't been overheard by anyone with authentication to burn a heretic. We proceeded in safety past the ornate Guildhall towards the cathedral.

WORCESTER CATHEDRAL

We were in time to look round before Evensong began.

I said to Paul "I am surprised that you want to go to a service of worship. I never realised that you were religious."

Paul said "I am not particularly religious. But there is something magical about hearing the choral music inside a magnificent purpose-built structure. If we sit in the choir stalls our bums will be sitting in the same stalls that men and women have sat in for centuries."

Tricia isn't religious, but she was keen to experience a high-church service. I was surprised that the choir sang nearly everything, we sat or stood but contributed only to 2 hymns.

I had forgotten that Paul had a wide taste in music. He sat there spellbound by the Anthem "Pray for the peace of Jerusalem."

Tricia was quite appreciative of the music. I thought it was okay for a one off. Even for a pagan like me the cathedral is worthwhile seeing. So was the Stocky Man exhibits.

And the setting (looking over the River Severn) is stunning.

Afterward the service was over Paul invited us to experience a mid day concert of choral music at the cathedral. Tricia was keen to go but I wasn't.

Paul purchased 2 tickets. They cost him £30. I would have paid £30 NOT to go. But I kept my thoughts to myself.

Paul said "Each to his own. I suggest that you go on a riverside walk while we listen to the music."

I replied "Thanks for the suggestion. I'll do that."

Again everyone was happy. We are not chained to each other.

I said to Tricia "I am surprised that you liked the music enough to go back."

Tricia replied "Its only half an hour. I agree with Paul that it can be magical."

THE EVENING MEAL

At the restaurant, the waiter showed us to our table. It was set for 3 people. The round table fitted into a crescent moon shaped couch. They had set a third seat for me.

The waiter lit the candle on our table. It was very romantic.

We all ordered our choice of starter. Paul ordered a bottle of white wine to go with the starter. The waiter quickly arrived with the white wine and poured each of us a glass of it.

Paul raised his glass and said "A toast is to you on your 7th anniversary. May all three of us be together forever."

We clinked glasses.

Tricia responded "I am so lucky to have 2 wonderful loving husbands. And tonight both of my husband's will make love to me. It won't be mere sex. For me, it will be much, much more than that. It will be a second honeymoon."

I now knew that Tricia was in love with Paul. She was going to make love to him. Tricia was going to give Paul much, much more than sex. It wouldn't be LIKE Tricia was going to have a second honeymoon. It would be Tricia and Paul HAVING their honeymoon.

Paul would be making love to his / my wife. It was now clear that Paul owned my wife's heart and soul.

Paul topped up our glasses, emptying the bottle.

He said "To Tricia's honeymoon. May it be entirely successful."

We clinked glasses and I gulped down the wine. I wondered if I was here to play the role of hotel manager once again.

Paul sensed the tension and said "And to George having his second honeymoon. May it be even more successful than his first."

SOME PHILOSOPHICAL THOUGHTS

I thought more deeply about the difference between fucking and love-making and between Tricia having a lover and having me as a husband.

Some say that fucking a lover is just about satiating mere sexual lust. It's like having a hamburger whereas love-making is having a Michelin star meal. It sounds nonsensical but a woman having an affair doesn't love her lover. She is just going for a Burger King happy meal.

Fucking reminds me of the old poem

"In days of old, when knights were bold

And women weren't invented

They shaved great holes in telegraph poles

And then were quite contented".

From the woman's perspective fucking is just like using a man as a vibrator. If that is so, Paul is just a human dildo that Tricia is making use of.

Now Paul had become my wife's second husband. Paul was no longer just a horny man meeting the sexual needs of a randy woman.

I had overcome the taboo of a husband having to protect his wife from being taken by another man. I am happy for my wife to be Paul's slave, his slut and for her to worship his dick. I wanted my wife to be dominated by this sex hungry animal. Pail had satisfied 2 women at the same time. I wanted them to fuck and fuck. I doubt many husbands could relate to me liking that. But that's their problem.

CHANGE OF NAME

Paul went to the loo.

While he was away Tricia said to me "Do you mind if Paul calls me his wife and I call him husband?"

I said "That's not a problem for me if Paul doesn't mind. Do you want to ask him or do you want me to ask?"

Tricia replied "I think that you should. Paul is more likely to accept it if it comes from you. It means so much to me."

When Paul returned I immediately said "Please refer to Tricia as your wife and let her refer to you as her husband. The change shows that my wife wants us both equally. It will make this perfect evening even better for Tricia and for me"

Paul wasn't phased by my request.

He said to me "I want you to meet my wife" and kissed my wife.

Tricia said "Husband number 1, I want you to meet husband number 2"

I shook Paul's hand and said "Glad to meet you, co-husband."

Paul asked "What do we do about possessive pronouns. It is a paradox that Tricia is now your wife and my wife and our wife."

I replied "We will sound like members of the Royal Family if we call Tricia our wife."

Ever gallant Paul added "And my wife is Queen of my heart and has been for months now."

We toasted "The bride and her 2 grooms".

Over cheese and biscuits Paul said "I have a cracker of a wife."

To which I replied "And so do I."

Tricia said "And you 2 are trying to woo me into my bed with your sweet talking."

I said "I am content to be Tricia's co-husband. Paul and I will be having our wife and then sleep beside her. We are both very lucky men. I am certain that it will beat my first wedding night by a country mile. We are both very lucky to have such a beautiful wife."

We clinked glasses once again.

The rest of the meal went swimmingly. I would be fucking Paul's wife and mine at the same time for Tricia was both his and my wife.

THE NIGHT

After the lovely meal it was time for all 3 of us to retire to the 4 poster bed. Paul and our mutual wife went hand in hand down the corridor. I watched our mutual wife's bum wiggle as they walked in front of me. Paul didn't bother to go to his connecting room.

A SIDE SLEEPER

Tricia is a side sleeper. That means whoever slept to her right would face her as she slept. Because Tricia is a side sleeper, I sleep to her right. It means when I awake (which I often do because I am a light sleeper) I look into her lovely face and see some ( and sometimes all) of her magnificent breasts.

I wondered which of her 2 husbands she would choose to inhabit that favoured place.

Tricia stripped down to her black bra and matching panties. Paul helped her out of her bra and I helped her out of her panties. She played with her full bush of pubic hair. I love seeing her bush.

We both stripped down to our white designer briefs that highlighted our cocks.

Our mutual wife said "Husband number 2 can sleep to my right."

I can understand why. Paul wouldn't be there too often because our bed isn't big enough for 3 to sleep in.

Paul got into bed and lay on his back. He had half of his chest and both of his arms above the duvet.

My co-husband looked up at Tricia and said "Wife, your husband is randy. You can come to bed now."

Our wife slowly crawled up our 3 person bed. I admired her bum as she crawled on top of the duvet. She looked tenderly into Paul's eyes and rested her left hand on the covered part of his chest. Paul turned on his side and Tricia kissed him and caressed his shoulder. Paul stroked Tricia's hair with his left hand and his right hand rested on her bum.

I loved watching their unexpected honeymoon. Little did I realise when we had arrived at Worcester that Tricia would take another husband over supper. I liked watching how they would handle their first fuck as man and wife,

As they kissed Paul ran his right hand up and down Tricia's back. Tricia ran both of her hands over the side of husband 2's face. They had an intense snogging session for a full minute,

I decided that I wanted to have a piece of the action. Still wearing only my white designer briefs I crawled up the bed. Paul returned to laying on his back and my (and Paul's) wife turned round. She was smiling from ear to ear.

She said "Darling" and kissed me. I fondled her left breast and Paul fondled her other one. Paul then rolled over to his side, Tricia kissed him then me and then Paul again. I kissed the back of Tricia's neck while she kissed Paul.

I was now fully erect. I guided her hand to my bulging briefs. Paul was still fondling Tricia's breast and kissing her passionately. Paul watched as I pulled off my brief and Tricia took my cock in her hand. Then he ran his right hand over Tricia's bush while she gave me a hand-job, She stopped and returned her right hand to caress Paul. I took hold of my cock and guided it into her pussy, She breathed heavily as I thrust, using Paul as a counterweight.

I didn't want to orgasm so I paused my thrusting. That gave Tricia and Paul a chance to hold each other in a passionate embrace and for me to kiss her shoulder and neck.

Paul returned to laying on his back. Tricia responded by moving so she could receive his kisses. I returned my penis to Tricia's cunt. Paul reached out and fondled Tricia's left breast. She clung tightly to Paul as I thrusted. Paul gave Tricia a love bite on her neck.

I couldn't last any longer. I shot my load and lay there exhausted.

But Tricia had only just started. She pulled back the covers to see that Paul had a hard-on. Paul then pulled down his briefs. I knew what was going to happen. My wife took Paul's cock into her mouth, I knew that she prefers sucking his cock to sucking mine. She spent a good minute with her mouth playing with the top of his manhood and her hands running up and down his shaft or cupping his balls.

Then Paul rose from the bed with one intention. He wanted to lick Tricia's clit and make her moan. Tricia splayed her legs to make his task easier, Tricia's breasts reacted as he hit her sweet spot. She had a great loud orgasm.

Then Paul got his body between Tricia's legs. He rested on his hands and thrust violently. They both had an orgasm together. They both lay exhausted. When they recovered we went to sleep.

Later that night Tricia woke me and said "My other husband has a boner."

I watched as my wife gently kissed Paul and woke him up. She lay on top of him and he porked her cow-girl. This was an unexpected bonus. Not only had we a planned night of sleeping with Paul, but I got to watch them have an impromptu fuck right beside me. I couldn't believe my luck.

I got a 3 mini-bottles of bubbly from the bedroom fridge. We drank in celebration.

I said "This has far exceeded my expectations. It is beyond perfection."