Life is stranger than I imagined it would be. I grew up in Japan as a very conservative Japanese woman, and the daughter of a well to do business man. I was rebellious, relative to other Japanese girls. When I told my parents I intended to study in America they were very much against it. But, I was in my early twenties and I had my own money. They knew they would never be able to change my mind, so they gave me their blessing and hoped for the best. My father bravely told me to study hard, and my mother cried. I had no idea at the time that I would find myself living in America permanently. I think my mother knew that would happen.
I fell in love with an American man who was as conservative as I was about sex, but he was much more enthusiastic. We married and had children. Years into our marriage my husband, I'll call him John, became progressively less conservative. We were always very comfortable and honest with each other, and we explored our sexual fantasies openly. Sex was a lot of fun for us. But over time John started to wish for something more exciting and different. We had already tried the usual position changes, he tied me to the bed a few times, and sometimes I dressed up in sexy lingerie. We even had sex on the neighbor's picnic table once. Then one night as John lay beside me, breathing heavily from some particularly strenuous sex, I joked that I should get myself a boyfriend to help him out. Instead of dismissing the idea John said "Hmm...I'd probably be Ok with it". I wasn't sure I understood him at first.
"What do you mean?" I asked. He went on to tell me that, some time ago he grew tired of his usual fantasies and imagined me having sex with another man. He was surprised to find that it turned him on. He said that before too long, that fantasy had replaced all the other fantasies that he usually enjoyed running through his mind. I was stunned.
John asked me if it was something that I would consider, and I wasn't sure at first. It sounded a lot like cheating to me, but he assured me he wouldn't see it that way. He wanted me to take it slow, and give him a chance to explore his own reaction in other ways before going so far as to have sex with another man. But he believed that he would be able to accept, and even be turned on by my having extramarital sex.
That night we outlined some rules and discussed all possibilities. For example, I wanted to know if he was considering letting me do this so that I'd have to let him have sex with other women. He hoped that over time I would let him, but that wasn't the reason he was considering this. His assumption from the beginning would be that I alone would be allowed to have a sex friend. And if at some time in the future, I felt I could handle it, he would be allowed to try having a girl friend too. But I made sure that it wasn't an absolute requirement. I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to let him have a girlfriend, and I told him that. We also agreed that if John ever became uncomfortable with the arrangement, I would stop seeing my boyfriend.
Almost a year passed before the opportunity arose. The sex with my new boyfriend was exciting, but not especially satisfying. It turned out that John's reaction to me after I returned home from an encounter with him was the most exciting part for me. But one thing we learned from that experience is that John is definitely not the jealous type. What John discovered about himself is that he is strongly attracted to a woman that is secure in her sexuality. Emotionally mature and confident women that aren't afraid to bend societal rules for their own pleasure really turn him on.
And that's the background for this story, which begins in the basement shower of our home. Several months have passed since I decided to stop seeing my boyfriend, and John and I have become even more willing to explore our sexual fantasies. This has been one of my favorites, and it's a good one.
I'm nude and standing in front of the mirror in our downstairs shower as the steaming hot water massages my back and warms my body. I like looking at myself in the mirror, I have a nice figure. My boobs aren't especially big, but as my husband says, they are perfectly proportioned to my small frame. I'm about five foot four and 110 pounds. My straight black hair hangs to the middle of my back, and I have a tattoo of a black dragon in a place I will not specify.
I turn my body to inspect my figure from a different angle, and I'm basically happy with what I see. Then I begin to wonder how it came to be that I now find myself in the shower, preparing to have sex with three men at the same time. Just outside the bathroom door wait my husband, and two of his friends.
I've know his friends for a few years, and both of them are very nice guys. I don't find either of them as attractive as John, but I suppose that's partly because I really love my husband. Both of them are physically fit and play sports with John often.
One is slightly taller than John and has short sandy blonde hair, I'll call him Mike. Mike has a runner's body, strong and toned. The other man is shorter than both Mike and John, and has straight dark brown hair that he sometimes likes to spike straight up. I'll call him Tom. Tom likes to lift weights more than he likes to run, and his extra mass slows him down when he's running with the other two. This causes him to get picked on a little when he can't keep up. I've told him, however, that his extra bulk is in all the right places. I especially like his butt, that thing looks very fit and powerful.
As the water warms me, I imagine them doing what ever it is that men do to prepare for sex, and it makes me blush. I am feeling an odd combination of emotions. My knees are shaking slightly, both from excitement and probably a little fear of the unknown. I've had sex thousands of times, and I've had sex with two men in one night. But I've never had sex with more than one man at a time. What could I possibly do with three cocks at once?
A bit of self exploration with my finger confirms that I'm very aroused, but part of me still isn't convinced I want to go through with it. John and I discussed this for a long time. And everyone agreed that I can back out any time without explanation. They also agreed to follow my instructions, and that I am in charge. I know them all well, and I know that I can trust them.
Once again I have crossed off all the reasons for not doing this, so I step out of the shower and drink my glass of wine in a single gulp. I consider the two men on the other side of the door that have never seen me naked. If it was just John, I'd strut right through the doorway in my sexiest runway model walk. But I'm embarrassed by the thought of stepping through the doorway completely nude with his friends here. I feel silly being shy, but my conservative upbringing comes back to me in ways that don't always make sense. I wrap myself in a soft pink towel and prepare myself to open the door.
My fingers touch the handle of the door and a surge of excitement wells up from somewhere deep inside me and rushes through my body. I pause for a moment, wondering what tonight will be like. I wonder if the fantasy will be better than reality. Tonight John is going to watch me have sex with someone else for the first time, and I wonder if he will react as he expects he will. And I wonder how all this is going to begin. But the time for wondering is over, so I open the door and step into John's room.
This is John's basement room. He built it for his own use as a place to work on his projects. It has the bathroom, a couch, big screen TV, refrigerator, a workbench, and at the moment; three men. John insulated the ceiling and did lots of other things to prevent noise from getting into the room from the outside. But it works both ways, and sounds that come from inside the room can't get out either.
All heads turn to look at me and I feel my face flush again. All of the men have the same horny look in their eyes. Their uniform reaction makes me think once again that men are very simple creatures. I can't imagine that a woman would be able to get two of her friends to agree to something like this so easily. But my husband's friends didn't need much convincing by the sounds of it.
It's exciting to have them look at me with expressions of expectation, but I still have no idea how this is supposed to begin. My mind goes blank and I'm surprised to find myself almost floating across the room to John. When I reach him, I hold him tight, wrapping my arms around him. He kisses the top of my head and smells my hair like he always does. John kisses my neck, and kisses his way across my face to my lips, exactly like he did when he kissed me for the first time. My hands wrap themselves over John's butt and I feel his muscles flex as he shifts his weight. I lay my head on his chest and breathe him in. He smells strong and masculine. His hand slips beneath my towel and caresses my back. He wraps his hand in my hair and lifts my face to his. He kisses me hard and deep, his breathing ragged and uncontrolled. His hard cock presses against me as he slides his hands under my towel and grabs each of my butt cheeks. His hands are warm, and in one practiced movement he pulls the towel from my body, and raises it into the air before dropping it to the floor. I follow the motion of the towel as it falls. Out of the corner of my eye I can see both of the other men watching while John caresses my naked body and kisses my breasts. My heart beats furiously and my breathing becomes deep.
John slides his hand between my legs. A smile spreads across his face when he discovers how wet I am then penetrates me with his finger. A soft moan escapes my lips as his finger slides in and caresses that special spot that he knows so well. He curls his finger over and over until my legs buckle and my body sways to his rhythm. He pulls his finger from my pussy and licks it clean. I grab his cock still confined behind his jeans and squeeze tightly.
"Stick this thing in me." I whisper.
John wraps his arms around me, lifts me off my feet, and sets me gently on the workbench. He drops his pants in one fluid motion, hooks my legs under each of his arms, and penetrates me with one long thrust.
"Ahh!" I scream.
