Although my first threesome has been written about before by my husband, (Two Cocks for Lynne by LEATBT) I have had requests for a few years now to write an account from my point of view.
Well, here goes!
To start with I should say that never in my wildest dreams had I ever considered sleeping (or staying awake even) with two men at the same time! I have had fantasies of course, just like any other woman, but in my case, they were more along the lines of teasing older men with what they couldn't have. I love to flirt and if I feel that I can turn a man on while acting innocently, that does it for me, naughty but harmless!
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I suppose that this true account really started one evening when my husband, Jim, produced a porno that had been lent to him. We were both in our late twenties at the time, and our younger friend Ian was with us as we had just returned home from an evening in the pub. We had poured drinks and sat down to watch as Jim put the film on.
To be honest, it was poor quality and it had a terrible story line and our conversation started to take over as the film was just playing away to itself in the background as we chatted. That is until the scene where the star suddenly had the attentions of two men. She was soon taking a cock at each end, the room went quiet and I felt a tension in the air as I sat there between my husband and our friend watching how she enjoyed herself with two cocks.
Feeling a little uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed, I got up saying I was going to make coffee, praying that my knees would hold out until I had left the room.
That scene had got to me and I had to admit that the thoughts going through my mind were making me very wet!
Later that night after Ian had left; Jim and I were in bed when he started to question me on whether the idea of a threesome appealed. I finally admitted that the idea as a fantasy did, although I would never actually have the courage to do it for real.
Over the following weeks, the chat about the threesome fantasy continued more regularly, and I have to say that while kneeling between Jim's legs with a mouthful of cock (I love giving and receiving oral) and with my pussy filled with a throbbing 'Mr Real' vibrator, the idea was beginning to have more and more appeal!
I should say at this stage that in my mind, the 'other cock' in my fantasy was always Ian. I'll admit that I did find him very attractive and had already started flirting lightly with him, although at only eighteen, he was eleven years younger than me!
I knew from a few dances that we'd had at a party that he fancied me; I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he kept pushing against me! He would never dare try anything on and as a very happily married woman; I wouldn't have wanted it either. I did enjoy the reaction though!
Then the night came that Jim dropped the bomb! He was lying beside me slowly feeding his cock in and out of my pussy in a lazy comfortable rhythm when he quietly asked if would fancy trying a threesome for real!
I could tell by the way his cock stiffened as he mentioned it that he meant it.
I really didn't know what to say, but eventually said that I might, but it would have to be with the right person, someone that we could trust and that I found attractive. I couldn't just do it with a stranger the way you read about!
I could tell that this pleased Jim, he began to fuck me with stronger thrusts as he started to run through a list of our friends that I might find suitable, but none of them were who I wanted. I began to think it would never occur to him to mention Ian, possibly because of his age.
He went quiet for a few seconds and I thought that was the end of it. Then he whispered,
"Well, what about Ian then?"
Now I was getting turned on, I couldn't believe that my husband was really suggesting that he would share me with our young friend; this was suddenly becoming much more exciting!
'Ian?' I asked in surprise, then, after pretending to ponder on it a while I replied 'Isn't he a bit young though? He might be suitable, but how do we go about asking him, and what if he doesn't want to? He might not even fancy me! let me think about it.
I didn't admit to having already felt his cock pressing against me, so I knew that he definitely did fancy me! For my part, I had already been imagining this fit young man between my thighs and sharing me with my husband. I became wet in anticipation of the plan working.
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A few nights later I asked Jim if he had spoken to Ian. He told me he hadn't as I had said I wanted to think it over.
'Would you like me to ask him then?'
'I think so, just sound him out, see if it appeals to him?'
Jim agreed. My God, what was I doing! This was so exciting.
The next evening, Jim told me that Ian was definately up for it and they had set a date for Saturday night.
The rest of the week passed in a flash as I kept trying to visualise how I would cope.
By the Friday before, my mind was in a whirl. Could I really go through with this? How would we start? What should I wear? What would be the situation between us afterwards? A fantasy is one thing, but the reality was something very different. Could I really be going to let myself be fucked silly by two rampant cocks at the same time, could I take it?
Finally, Saturday morning arrived and was I was very turned on, very nervous, and more than a little apprehensive.
I decided to go into town at lunchtime; I wanted to buy a few new pairs of expensive lace top, hold up stockings. While I was out I found a black silk lacey g-string that laced up either side of the hip, ideal! It wasn't going to cover much, but they could get it off gracefully without any trouble.
I had everything I needed now!
For the rest of the day my mind was in a spin as I was so nervous. When the moment came, could I really go through with this? I knew I wanted to, I had thought of little else, but I still wasn't sure that I had the courage.
Ian was due to arrive at our house at 7pm, the idea being that we would go to the pub for a few drinks, then I would come back, shower and change before the boys returned.
Ian arrived on the dot at seven o'clock and I have to say that we all seemed very nervous. I was glad to get to the pub (which was only a few minutes' walk) and down a few stiff drinks. We tried to chat normally but the atmosphere was electric as we all avoided mentioning our plans for later.
I kept my eye on the clock until it reached 9pm, the time I had decided that I would leave to prepare myself.
Nervously I asked Jim for his house key (I wanted to make sure that they didn't appear before I was ready!), then I gave him a kiss and stood up to leave, saying that I would text him when I was ready and warned them not to get drunk or it would all be wasted!
I was glad to leave the pub as it felt as though everyone that looked at me knew what I was about to do, stupid I know, but that's how I felt.
