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. Please be aware that this does involve wife sharing, if that's not your thing please move on, don't waste your time reading it, then feel that you have to comment on your disgust! Thank you.
Well, here goes!
At the time of the story we are a married couple in our late twenties. My husband Jim is a 6' blond haired good looking guy. I am only 5' slim (not skinny), 34D bust, nice legs and bum (so I'm told!) and with straight, shoulder length auburn hair cut in a long bob.
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!
I suppose that this true account really started one evening when Jim produced a porno that had been lent to him. 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 been flirting lightly with him, although at only eighteen, he was eleven years younger than me!
I knew he had a bit of 'thing' for me, I had felt it pushing against me when we had had a few dances at a party recently! I took the bulge in his pants as a compliment. 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 became harder as he mentioned it that he was serious.
I really didn't know what to say, but eventually admitted 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 so often read about.
I could tell that this pleased and excited 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 gasped in surprise. Then, after pretending to ponder on it for a while I replied ' Well yes, but isn't he a bit young though? He might be suitable, but how could we go about asking him? What if he doesn't want to? He might not even fancy me! This is a big decision, let me think about it for a bit.
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, and see if it appeals to him?'
Jim agreed. My God, what did I think I was doing! This was so exciting.
The next evening, Jim told me that he had spoken to Ian and he was definitely up for it! They had set a date for Saturday night. My stomach was in knots now, I told Jim that I didn't want to see Ian before the night, I couldn't face the embarrassment of trying o carry on as though nothing was happening!
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 my husband and a teenager 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 slip 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 lacy G-string that tied up with a bow either side of the hip, ideal! It wasn't going to cover very much, but they would be able to get it off gracefully without any trouble.
I had everything I needed now!
For the rest of the afternoon 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.
