Based on true events with very little embellishment. I wrote this down at the time so as not to forget a moment of it.
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Super Bowl Sunday, thirteen years ago. That was the day my relationship with my girlfriend of two years at the time, and future wife, Sally, would forever change. She was a beautiful 28-year old redhead with shoulder length hair, 36 DD breasts with large nipples that naturally protrude, a very cute ass and a shaved pussy that was as well-formed, and with all the delicacy of the finest flower. She was of average height and a buxom, but not rubenesque figure. She was on her way to work Sunday morning from my house. A couple streets over she hit a patch of ice and skidded into a van parked on the street. She did little damage to the van, but somehow almost ripped the bumper off hers, as her car careened up into the yard.
She awoke the homeowners, both young men in their twenties. They helped her push her car out of the yard and wired the bumper so it wouldn't fall off. I was out running errands when I came home to find Sally's car out front of my house with the wreckage. She told me what happened.
She also said the guys were kinda cute and were hitting on her, with a smile on her face. They had offered her tea, and calmed her down, assuring her it would be alright.
"How were they hitting on you," I asked.
"You can just tell. Nothing sexual," she replied, "But they went into the room off the kitchen to talk. And I heard Randy said, 'Fuck, dude, she's hot!' and then the other guy, Mark said, "Shit, yeah. Did you see how huge her tits are?'"
"What did Randy say?"
"Something like I had enough breasts for both of them," she replied.
"Ha! See? I'm not crazy! You're a hottie." I said as I kissed her deeply.
I had told her about my previous experiences with Amy and how amazing they were, but had left the door open to her, making it clear if she wanted to get into that I was more than willing, but it had to be her decision and her alone. I was not going to brow-beat her into it. We had discussed a threesome with another guy and decided that it would be better to kind of just let it happen, and not plan anything out. When I arrived home my first thoughts were to comfort her as this was her first ever accident. But as I offered her the Sunday paper and she described the guys and their behavior, I became visibly aroused.
Sally said, "It's hard to read when you're horny ... would you like to do this threesome thing now?"
I was ready to fuck her at that point with just the fantasy of what had occurred that morning, but I ask a few questions to make sure this was something she really wanted to do, as this is the first time I would do something like this with her. She convinced me she wanted it. As we made out, I dared her to call the one guy Mark who she said she had been more attracted too than his roommate.
I coached her: "Just tell him you'd like him to come over so you could give him a special thank you for his nice treatment. He'll get it."
She called and said, "I'm a bit of a weirdo, but my boyfriend and I have been wanting to have a threesome with another guy, and you're the first guy I've found that I would want to do it with, can you come over?"
After several phone calls back and forth, he finally said he would be over after he took a shower. We were so nervous when he got here because there was no turning back. I must admit, he was good looking and younger than me (I was 33), but not intimidating. We three made small talk on the couch and rubbed and caressed Sally's clothed body, as we sat on either side. She wore a sleeveless tight top to accentuate her prize bosom and tight fitting pants to reveal the rest of her figure.
Finally, I said, "Sally, why don't you show Mark how appreciative you are for his help this morning?"