I (43F) and my Husband (43M) have been married for 12 years, but we've known each other since high school. Hubby has a long time friend who we went to school with. I didn't know him well when we were young but Hubby added me to a text group with him shortly after we were married and the three of us have talked by text for years.
Hubby's friend (HF) is 43M as well.
Anyway, nothing sexual or untoward has ever occurred in all that time, and besides he lived in a different country until he came to visit yesterday.
We picked him up at the airport and we went to dinner together the three of us. We caught up and got to know each other after many years of communicating only by text. It was a great time, but I might have had a little too much to drink.
Hubby and I have talked about MFM and FMF 3 ways over the years but we never took any action with it. Mostly just dirty talk.
We have had, up to this point a satisfying, if not vanilla, sex life.
When we got home, I left the boys in the living room to go make another round of whiskey sours. Whiskey sours in hand, I returned to the living room and Hubby was sitting in an easy chair and HF was sitting on the love seat. Without making a big deal out of it, I handed everyone their drinks and sat next to HF.
We talked and laughed a little more, and I don't know how, but I was getting really comfortable and HF and I got very cozy sitting next to each other.
I looked up and saw a spark in Hubby's eye and he said to me, "why don't you give HF one or your back rubs"
My back rubs usually end up with my Hubby's dick in my hand, so I was confused. I looked up and him, and he nodded to me and winked.
HF said "I'd never turn down a back rub" but go easy on my lower back. The plane's seat wasn't very forgiving" and he turned to give me his back.
I turned and put my open hands on his shoulders and I could instantly feel how tense the muscles were. As I massaged shoulders, I asked him "is this good?"
He let me know "yeah, it's actually the best my shoulders have felt in quite some time."
I paused to finish my whiskey sour, and I asked hubby to refill it. He took HF's as well and obliged.
As he stood, he looked at me and nodded. I think that was to the go ahead to start a threesome!! I cannot believe it. I hoped that's what he meant anyway.
While hubby was away, I asked HF, would you like to take off your shirt and lie down and on the guest bed so I can finish the massage properly?
He didn't even say anything. He just kind of grunted as a squeezed his shoulder, stood up and turned around to face me.
He grabbed his bag and started down the hall to his room...the guest room.
With Hubby still in the kitchen, I followed him down the hall and into his room. He turned on a lamp on the night stand and took off his shirt and his pants too. And, just wearing his boxers, he laid down in the bed face down.
Fully clothed (I'm wearing a tank top and shorts) I straddle his butt and sit down on it and the rub my warm soft hands up and down his sinuous and muscular back.
I don't know why or how I did it, but leaned forward and tickled his bare back with my long hair for a second and he gasped.
I said "Turn over, HF, I want to massage the tops of or your thighs before I wrap it up."
He slowly rolled over and could see his hard-on poking up. I know from doing this with Hubby and other men before that this happens, and it's no big deal.
He opens his eyes, looked at me. I met his gaze and I told him "close your eyes and relax." I started to massage his thighs and as I worked my hands on the tops of his knees upward, I decided to go for it. I mean, I think it's what Hubby wanted. I hoped so anyway.
HF had an average sized package and it was fully proud. I took my right hand and I gently wrapped it around his cock outside his boxers until I could feel the girth and details of his piece. It was warm and think I could feel his heartbeat through it. I leaned over, and kissed his bare thigh. And then ran my tongue over hi bare flesh up to the bottom of his boxers while holding his dick.
His hips started to move so his cock was grinding my grip, and just and then, I could hear hubby coming down the carpeted hall.