This is a true story with the names changed to protect the guilty; I hope that you enjoy it and will read more about Lynne. Let me know!
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My wife Lynne, and I, live in a small rural village in the Cotswolds, South West central England.
Lynne is a year younger than me at 29 (at the time of the following events). She is petite and has a slim perfect body with curves in all the right places, her shapely legs taper to slim ankles, she has firm round breasts and a perfect 'peach' bum set below a narrow waist. With her straight, shoulder length auburn hair and intense, green, sparkling eyes, she exudes an air of sexual devilment, although she is totally unaware of this attribute.
About eighteen months ago, during a charity event at a local pub, we met a young lad called Ian, who was only just eighteen at the time. We started to see more of him over a period of time and, as we got on so well, we soon became good friends. Ian now became a regular visitor to our home and spendt a lot of his spare time with us during the evenings and at weekends.
Like me, Ian is around six foot tall. Now nineteen, he is a good natured, athletic lad and is always well dressed in a smart/casual style. He has brought the occasional girlfriend out with us, but they never seem to last long, as he claims to have no interest in a serious relationship yet.
Although he is from a very nice family, I think that he's had a fairly sheltered upbringing, and is a bit shy with girls on a one to one basis.
I have often wondered if Lynne secretly fancied Ian. He's not the usual scruffy teenager, and being fair haired and blue eyed, I knew that his fresh faced looks would appeal to her. She would often comment that it seemed a shame that such a good looking lad didn't have a regular girlfriend. Because of the age difference and the fact that we were such good friends, it was of no great concern to me. She is a natural flirt anyway, but I did notice a glint in her eyes when she occasionally flirted with him.
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One autumnal Saturday night after we had strolled back from the village pub, I suggested watching a porno that I had been given by a work colleague. The quality wasn't great but there was a hot MMF scene that appealed to me.
Later that night, after Ian had left, Lynne and I were cuddled up in bed discussing the film. I asked her if the idea of a threesome turned her on. At first she was non committal, but she eventually admitted that it did have a strange appeal to her, but couldn't imagine how it could ever happen for real.
I could feel that her juices were starting to flow as my straining cock nuzzled her pussy. As we continued to discuss how it would be, she began to gyrate on my cock, and, as I slowly slid in and out of her hot, wet pussy, I asked if she thought that she could cope with two big cocks lusting after her, describing how she would be sucking one back to life, while the other was filling her pussy, then they would keep swapping over as they kept fucking her through the night.
"Oh God yes" she replied, "I don't expect I'd get much sleep if they were both really hot and hard for me, would I?"
This was something new, as she had never opened up about her hidden thoughts before. I was enjoying this new side to our eight year marriage!
I could tell by the wild lovemaking that followed that the idea appealed to her far more than she was admitting!
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I brought the subject up again each time we made love over the next week or two, as the idea of seeing my sexy little wife sucking and fucking on two cocks turned me on as much as it clearly did her,
I guessed that she had Ian in mind as the second cock as I had noticed her flirting with him more often since our conversations, although she never admitted it to me.
After a lot of careful consideration, I decided that if she was really up for it, I would let it happen, although I knew that Ian would be the only candidate that we would both find acceptable. I didn't want to push her on the matter, so I took a gentle approach, letting her make all the decisions.
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One night, as we slowly made love, I asked Lynne if she would like to try a threesome for real. She seemed a bit shocked by the suggestion, then she pondered for a while before replying,
"I don't know really ... I might, but who with? It would have to be with someone that I had feelings for, and that we could both trust. I couldn't just do it with a stranger."
"Really? Well, who would appeal to you? Now let's see."
I began to run through a list of 'likely' friends, all of which were rejected as I expected. Then, after a suitable pause I said,
"What do you think about Ian then?"
"Ian?" she replied, trying to sound surprised.
"Mmm, well, he might fit the bill (Yes!) but do you think that he would want to? He's a lot younger than us, and he might not fancy me."
"I am sure that he does," I assured her,
"I've seen the way that he looks at you sometimes, especially when you are dressed up to go out."
"I don't know. How could we be sure?" she asked "It would be so embarrassing to set it up, only to find out that he's not interested. I wouldn't want to upset him, and, it could harm our friendship."
I told her that it was no problem. If she was sure that she wanted to try it, I would discretely sound him out when I was next in the pub with him.
"Can I think about it for a while?" she asked thoughtfully, "I really don't want to rush into anything, I'm not so sure that I could really go through with it!" So I agreed not to say mention it for the moment.
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A few nights later, as we lay in bed, Lynne snuggled up to me and reached down for my cock, her hands quickly bringing it to life;
"Have you said anything to Ian yet?" she whispered.
"No," I replied, "I thought you wanted some time to think about it, do you want me to then?"
"Mmm, I think so" she purred, continuing to stroke my rapidly hardening cock, "But how would you feel, seeing me with another man? Do you really think you could cope with that?"
"You know I've always said that having one cock to satisfy your hot mouth and pussy is a waste; this would be a good opportunity to test your full potential. I think Ian would be ideal, we both think a lot of him, he's clean, discreet, and I know you like the look of him, don't you?"
"Mmmm!" was the only reply I got as she slid down and lowered her mouth s over my cock.
So it was agreed, I would talk to Ian the next evening.
***
I sat with Ian in a quiet corner of the pub; we chatted over a few drinks as normal, until I finally plucked up the courage to broach the subject.
A flicker of concern crossed his face when I asked if he fancied Lynne and had ever fantasised about fucking her, but when I assured him that I was not accusing him of anything, and explained what we might have in mind he became very keen.
"Wow! Really! What will I have to do?" he whispered, excitedly.
"Look, you can do anything you want that Lynne is agreeable to. We don't do anal, and there is to be nothing between me and you. It's just me and Lynne, and you and Lynne, simple as that, O.K.?"
