We started slowly.
First discussing the attentions I received at parties or at work from other men then exhibiting me a little. Sunbathing topless on my husband's boat and the odd total nude when no other boats were around. Then we had a great holiday on a Greek island with a lot of nude on secluded spots at sea. At home, we played a lot. Andrew, my husband, took thousands of nude photos of me (in the garden, in the bathroom, in the bedroom, in the den, even in the kitchen) and sometimes put them online with no intents of art (without my face. I'm sure you understand). In the bedroom we also talked about other men having their way with me (and with my pussy really, something that had not me shocked) and we role played a lot. More or less this lasted years.
When our daughter to college and left home, things speeded a bit up. Over the photos Andrew convinced me to cam. I accepted with a mask and went on cam in various state of undressing from sexy corsets to pasties and even topless. A few times I dared the nude with a guy on the other side and a night (very late) being excited I shed also my mask. At this point Andrew wanted badly to watch me having sex and told him ok let's try. We only lacked the right guy.
I think Priapus put his hard phallus in my wishes as at the same time we met casually a guy and slowly became comfortable friends. Richard. He was 48, divorced, well experienced, handsome and shared many passions (ah ah) with my husband and me.
Yes, he could be the right guy and we invited Richard at home.
Initially, I was all shy and afraid to let myself really go. Nobody else knew our secret attitude or our fantasies so I worried to have some friends know my slutty side (we met Richard at their house the first time and he could tell them me getting loose).
The first time the three of us were rather formal talking of music and eating cakes. I only gave a hint of my real character saying unexpectedly what music had me hot and demanding sex. Richard smiled at me.
A second time the atmosphere was more relaxed. Richard talked about her girlfriends (he had a lot after divorce) and my husband hinted at me sunbathing naked on vacation and him taking nude pics of me. I told him shut up lecherous but Richard laughed and told he would like to see those photos a day. He claimed himself a keen photographer with a passion for female models. A seed was planted.
This made things changing.
Just to heat the situation the third night my husband hang in the lounge a photo he took a few months before. It was me laying naked on a side with my back to the camera with a scarf covering my ass. Nothing was especially on view but Richard commented it was an erotic shot. Andrew had a new camera at house that evening and asked Richard something about modes of operation. They talked for a while then Andrew unhooked the camera and snapped a few pics of me for practise. I was acting all shy when Richard took it and started taking some portrait type pics, moving around me.
Andrew and Richard then displayed the pics on a tv and they made me look really great. I liked them and paid Richard compliments as a photographer so they printed off the ones I liked most. I was dressed absolutely normal (a black turtleneck sweater) and Andrew kept telling me that I would look even better for Richard in a sexier top. I liked the teasing and joked a bit so they finally talked me into something a little sexier, but still not revealing anything. I told them the pics kept flattering me but I still kept saying no one would look at a 43 year old.
Andrew and Richard were on the same page as far as trying to get me to open up more, and I had been around them enough that we were all pretty comfortable together.
So when I went on about being old, Richard told I was wrong. He handed my husband the camera and stepped behind the couch. At this point he asked Andrew "what if I kiss your wife?" and Andrew answered him "have a try" so Richard reached down and turned my head up toward him and gave me a long lingering kiss. I was surprised but didn't resist all that much. I asked what that was about, and he told me it was for the camera, to show me how sexy I would look.
I still went on about it, so he kissed me again, rubbing my neck, and kissing like we were teenagers. That time, I kissed back, as I heard the camera clicking. It was Andrew taking pics of me and Richard kissing. When we broke I said it was for the camera.
My husband just laughed and said that it sure looked like I enjoyed it. Richard told me he most certainly did.
They displayed those pics and I said I thought they were sort of sexy. My husband said he loved watching us kiss and found it exciting. I told they were plotting against me or something and Richard half joking said he never had a threesome and he would like to try one. It was time for him to leave so he did give me another on the lips slow goodbye kiss.
When we got in bed Andrew and I had the best sex we have had in a long time. I was very wet and Andrew had the most long standing hard on in ages. Apart from that bit of kissing at Christmas parties (and flirting with a very handsome colleague consenting him a few gropes) I never went that far. The day after we had almost non stop sex and my husband called Richard inviting him over the next Friday night. The dog (my husband) also told Richard he had me hot with kisses. During the following week we talked again and both agreed to go on with Richard and see what happened.
Friday night I answered the door and before Richard even got a good look at me, he gave me a short hello kiss. Ice was definitely broke. When I backed up, I had on a black lacy blouse that was showing more of my boobs than Richard had ever seen me wear. He told me I was sure looking sexy. I said him hubby made me wear it. He told me Andrew had good taste in clothes. I had also on a mini skirt with matching black pantyhose and he said I looked really nice.
So he suggested we go out to eat somewhere and show me off. I just laughed but did say that I was hungry. He had a car with a bench seat and a floor shifter that he had put in it when the column shifter went bad. It was more toward the centre and when I slid in I asked how this was going to work. So he told me to put my left leg on one side and right leg on the other side.
Naturally when he shifted, his hand was between my legs. My hubby reached over and pulled my skirt up some when he saw that it was in the way. I just slapped his hand and told us it was a plot to get their hands between my legs. We all laughed and Richard asked me if it was working. I said I guessed it was since he managed to touch my leg when he shifted. He just laughed and told me he liked rubbing my leg. I just playfully slapped at Richard's hand also.
It was then that Andrew started rubbing my other leg some and my skirt had risen up a bit more. This time I didn't make a move to have them stop.