The story I am about to tell you is a true one. It's just about every man's fantasy to be involved in a threesome with the woman he adores and another he had lusted for since first sight for before his marriage to the soul mate of his life. Yet, this happened (and is still happening) to me. I have a stunning wife and an equally lovely mistress who both, through some wonderful act of pure fate, find me to be the center of their libidinous universe. They will do anything for me . I can't describe to you the sexual acts we have performed together in the last three months since this incredible liaison began between us, though I will try .
It all began when Leila, my wife of four years, forced me to attend a tenth year reunion at her small women's college in upstate New York. I really didn't want to go and be part of all the smoozing and false camaraderie that goes on at these affairs; yet, I was talked into it once my wife mentioned that a former classmate I'd met at various gatherings over the past years would be there. You see, my sensuous and lustful soul mate knows no boundaries when sex is at hand. I knew my darling lover was a bi-sexual woman when I had met her and we made an agreement that her desire for occasional pussy would not be taken by me as sign that our everlasting bond as mates was ever to be in jeopardy if my beloved had an impulsive yen for for own sex, so to speak, Her love was mine forever. Indeed, I enjoy the infrequent times she feels turned on by some beautiful woman and would tell me how she would approach, seduce and handle such a catch if given a chance.
My cock would twitch all by itself when Leila related any past tidbit of what transpired between Vivianna and herself when they were roommates in college. And now that the gorgeous lady has returned to the states to visit and perhaps live after a bitter divorce in Europe, why not try to pick up where they left off years ago? I was ecstatic at the very thought of it!
We spent weeks building up with lustful anticipation . My lovely wife drove me crazy with her libidinous plans and schemes to get her beautiful friend to be part of our ever-expanding love life. Some nights, after coming inside my Leila, she would masturbate as she reached climax after climax whispering to me about Vivis long-stemmed nipples and the way her labia hung out, making her easy eat and lick. My cock would quickly regain hardness and I would jerk off or shoot once more in a frenzy onto my wife lovely ass or on her still twirling fingers.
In less lustful and more logical moments, my wife and I negotiated the perimeters of our affair with our hopefully new conquest. The first rule was that Leila and I would always be present whenever we were with her friend, even if it was only myself and Vivi in the next room fucking and carrying on. No private trysts for either of us. If I finished before Leila and Vivi, I could watch as they continued to pleasure each other or leave the room and get myself a cold beer. We agreed that I could always rejoin the action if ready and able.
Vivianna would have to agree to the same. My wife was sure she would have no trouble in this respect, as long as she was truly to be included in the manage a trios and not led to feel at any time that she was a "third wheel" of sorts. The threesome would end if any of us felt being left out or unduly jealous.
In the five years since meeting, Leila and I never had the opportunity to mutually agree to be part of an on - going threesome. Several times, my wife had had relations with a woman or two, but it was she who immediately ended it after the brief encounter. She was just too selective, never finding anyone to replace Vivianna. Now fate had given her another opportunity. She knew that her friend had commented in very positive ways about me and our successful marriage. Yet, she was in a short-lived marriage at the time that ended poorly due to her husband's neglect and inability to live within her lustful needs.
I thought constantly about the way it would be between we three if the gods would grant me this incredible boon. I couldn't wait until the day Leila and I would fly to New York for the upcoming reunion. I even secured an old photo of Leila and Vivi in their college days, dressed up for some weekend afternoon function, both smiling and beaming in their Sunday best, high heels, lipstick and all. I jerked off about the possibility obsessively, even in my locked office at work, conjuring up what it must have been like to be a fly on their dormitory wall to witness both women naked and humping, pussy to pussy or in sixty-nine position, their luscious bodies, so vibrant yet different, straining in ecstasy as they came together, squirming beneath each other's lips, tongue or probing fingers. The anticipation was all too much for an ever-horny guy like me. It drove me nuts!
Finally, the night before the reunion, Leila also confessed to wet panties and her desire for Vivianna's attention once more. Our mutual orgasms were the best we had had in months. My cock was sore in the morning from all the frenetic fucking and sucking. Leila slept in a lot with her long fingers still cupped between those gorgeous legs of hers.
PART 2:
Because of inclement weather and a flight delay, we were one of the last couples to arrive at the class reunion. It was a warm New York State evening and many people were socializing on the quad of the lush women's college. Old friends of my wife spotted her and waved her to their table for a drink. I tried to focus on all the introductions and small talk, but my eyes kept scanning the outdoor area for the real reason of my coming, the charming and demur Vivianna Silva. Several times I thought I had spotted her, but the equally stunningly dressed woman was some other long raven haired beauty with her back to me.
Just when I was giving up hope of her being actually present, there she was standing along side my wife, hugging and kissing. She was even more attractive than I recalled. Her petite yet perfectly proportioned body, accentuated by her black self-designed evening gown and heels, was in perfect contrast to Leila's long lithe body and sweeping neckline.
Finally, the three of us were alone. Vivi and Leila caught up on old times as I sat and made believe that I was paying attention to the conversation when I was really fixed on the Portuguese woman's smooth dark skin and her lovely hands, waving as she spoke to us in beautifully accented English. I visualized her naked beneath me as Leila fed her nipple to her as she writhed towards climax. My already hard cock strained against my tight underwear. When Vivianna asked me some simple question, I snapped out of it just in time as not to look like a complete fool.
When I danced with Vivianna, I knew that somehow my wife had spoken to her already about an invitation to visit us soon. She looked up me with her soft brown eyes as I tried to not squeeze her too close to me during the slow dance. I said I was pleased that she would come and stay until whenever. She said that Leila had already agreed to have night cap at her hotel and I murmured something about sharing a cab. I think she could feel my hard on through my tux as we finished our dance and headed for the door.
Her choice of hotel and her suite directly demonstrated her success as a fashion designer and the level of European sophistication she easily carried. Leila had always been attracted to the other woman's self-confidence and candor. And when Vivi turned some soft slow fado music, it was Vivianna that she had asked to dance with Leila.
Seeing both these gorgeous women in each other's arms, I felt more than a little inadequate, especially when Vivi put her head her Leila's shoulder and his wife softly kissed her and squeezed her closer to her soft breasts. I didn't know if I should try to join them, take out my cock and stroke it or just leave and let these two former lovers have their privacy.
Finally, when the tune ended, it was both Leila and her friend who came over to me, schoolgirl giddy and leaning over the couch so that I could see their loose breasts dangling just before each kissed me wetly on each side my perspiring neck. My wife loosened my belt while the other beauty's tongue danced on my face and lips.
It was Leila who first exposed her succulent tits to us, cupping them so that both Vivi and I could feast on her taut nipples. I couldn't believe it was really happening until I witnessed both sets of polished fingernails opening my fly. I almost came right then and there!
I knew that I wouldn't last very long under these over-stimulating circumstances; so, I gently pushed each groping woman away from me and asked what they were like as young college students. They both looked at one another and giggled and began to undress, dancing for me as they did. Vivi's lingerie were so delicately breath-taking. Silk and lace. Leila got totally naked except for her heels and the slave bracelet I had given her for her thirtieth birthday, a self- indulgence in the hope my wife would become more interested in play bondage and discipline.
When her friend noticed the chain on Leila's lovely ankle, she bent down on one knee and kissed it, along with her calf and upper thigh. Leila sank down to meet Vivi's lips half way. They caressed and rolled unto the plush carpeting, tonguing and humping as if all alone and used to the scene taken place before my eyes.
