My wife and I were out on a Friday night. After dinner we were at the bar drinking and talking when the subject of our past sex lives came up. I knew about everything -- or thought I did. I had heard that women lie about their past sexual experiences and apparently my wife had underexaggerated quite a bit.
We were talking about being naughty, doing some kinky things including having a threesome. We had talked about this particular subject before and batted the idea around for a few minutes before she said that she wasn't interested. This Friday evening we were feeling pretty good from the alcohol and talking about kinky things when the threesome subject popped up and my wife blurts out, "No, I've already done that." Immediately she looked at me like she had just accidentally hurled the world's worst insult at me. Her hand covered her mouth as she straightened up in her chair.
"You have!?" I exclaimed. "When? Who? Where?" Was all I could blurt out. My wife was obviously uncomfortable but I wasn't going to just let this one go. After some prodding she finally, reluctantly, started to tell me about what had happened.
"It was back when I was a flight attendant." After she got out of college my wife was a flight attendant for ten years before we met. After we got married she quit and took a local job to be close to home. The industry was changing anyway, and not for the better.
My wife was a very personable and sociable person. While not hot, her brown hair, green eyes, nice figure and personality made her attractive in a 'real' kind of way. Even if she wasn't attracted to them at all she would talk to any guy who struck up a conversation and this would often give the guy the impression that she liked him. So she would get hit on quite a bit. She liked the attention and got lots of phone numbers, but never did anything. This was also the case when she was a flight attendant, except that it was magnified times ten with all the people she met.
"We had a layover -- in Vegas I think. That's where it happened."
"Vegas. That figures." I said. "Who were you with?"
"A couple of pilots."
"The people you were flying with? That must have been weird the next day." I interjected.
"No. Well, one was. The other was from a different airline but staying at the same hotel. I met him at the hotel bar."
"How did this happen?" I asked. She said that she and her crew were at the bar and had run into the crew from the other airline there. They were all drinking and the group gradually dwindled in number as it grew later and later. Eventually only she and the two guys were left. The bar was closing and they took their last call drinks out to the pool area. Somehow they had decided to get changed and get into the pool. She said that she was buzzing and a little horny so she decided to wear a swimsuit that she had bought the previous day in Daytona Beach.
"I wasn't planning to wear it out in public. I got it to lay out in. In hindsight I probably shouldn't have worn it under the circumstances. I think it sent the wrong signal. I'm sure it did actually." I was perplexed. I've seen her swimsuits and they're no big deal, just like everyone else's. She sensed my confusion and said, "It was a slingshot."
After expressing my surprise to her wearing a slingshot suit I said, "I can see how that might get you some attention."
"Yeah. But I liked the attention." She paused for a second. "I liked the way they looked at me in it." Then she went on to describe that they were in the pool for a while splashing and playing, all the while the physical contact increased. Innocent at first, arms around the waist and holding onto each other's shoulders, that kind of thing. But it didn't take long for that to escalate. She said that soon the light physical contact turned into hugging one, and then both guys at the same time. And the pecks on the cheeks turned into pecks on the lips. She said that she was fine with things and the attention she was getting from them, and outside of the hugs and that they occasionally had their hands on her hips, legs and back, there was no overt sexual advances by either of them. Things apparently turned when she said that she allowed them to kiss her --
really
kiss her.
She had an arm around each guy and was kissing them in turn. She said that she loved how she felt. Almost naked in a pool at night in between two attractive guys. She paused again for a second before continuing. Well, the kissing became more passionate and they guy's hands started going where they had not before. She never knew who was doing what but they started feeling her ass, tits and pussy. Still kissing, and not receiving any objection, they continued to run their hands up and down her body, often under her swimsuit.
I asked at this point if she knew where all this was going. She smiled and said, "For sure, no. But I was really turned on at this point and quite horny." She said that she reached into each guy's shorts and wrapped a hand around each of their cocks. "That's when I knew where it would go." She said seriously.
She said that the slingshot had gotten pulled aside so her breasts were exposed, and while she kissed one guy the other would lick and suck one of her tits. She did her best to stroke each cock at the same time while the two guys kissed and fondled her. "Things happened very fast after that." She said. "The guys had taken their trunks off, and the next thing I knew the slingshot was being taken off of me."
"You didn't stop things then?" I asked.
