It is agreed that the most important part of the body needed for sex is the brain. If a person doesn’t have the brain engaged before, during and after sex the result will be less than satisfactory. The greatest aspect of this brain power is the use of fantasy. The little story you keep going in your head leads to a depth of intensity and allows a person to shed inhibitions and just go with it!
Usually this is, as I said, the little story unfolding in your mind… private, known only to yourself. Obviously, you are not going to actually fuck a satyr or a unicorn (the logistics of that I can’t imagine). Rolling in the grass under a full moon would need more privacy than the modern suburban backyard affords. But still it IS stimulating, don’t you agree? Sometimes couples will share these stories and act them out as much as possible. If you want to be tied up I will be more than happy to oblige. If I want you to sneak into my darkened room and awaken this Sleeping Beauty with a kiss on my lady parts instead of my lips, I am sure you will give it your best effort.
It seems that men all carry a variation of a threesome in their minds. One woman, two men. Two women, one man. Doesn’t seem to matter which scenario. My husband often spoke of watching me with another man while we made love. This man would suck one nipple while he sucked the other. This man would fuck me while he fingered my clit. You get the idea. He never suggested making this real; it was all just talk.
So imagine my surprise when I asked him what he wanted for his birthday; he said he wanted a real, live threesome! And he wanted the one man, two women style. Another woman had never been one of his fantasies…at least he never mentioned it before.
After I stopped sputtering on my gin and tonic I asked if he was serious. He was. Then I asked him if he had lost his mind. He had not. He assured me that this was something he had been thinking about for a long time and had just been waiting for the right time to broach the subject. My asking him what he wanted for a present seemed like a golden opportunity to bring it up.
Was it the gin talking or just bravado? Whatever it was, I said sure, okay. But there needed to be some negotiating, some compromising, and some ground rules. And I needed his assurance that if at any time I became uncomfortable, I could shut the whole thing down.
***
First I made it clear that I wasn’t interested in any sexual contact or play with another woman. Now don’t get me wrong. I fully support the LGBTQ community. I rejoice in their newly gained right to marry and form family units. I have attended more gay weddings in the past twenty years than straight ones. But just as I don’t like calamari and will not partake of it even though it appears on the table every time we dine out with our children, I have no desire to kiss, fondle, lick or suck another female.
So a compromise was made. I would be present, in the room, with my husband and the other woman. I would, if called on, help with undressing, arranging or placing of pillows to facilitate a position, and would serve beverages upon request.
Then we negotiated the selection of a third party. I insisted it be NO ONE we knew. I couldn’t bear the thought of having to socialize with someone that I had watch fuck my husband. He suggested the old Penthouse Letters technique: we go to an upscale bar, have a few drinks, strike up a conversation with an unattached woman there and the rest is history. No, I said. That never happens in real life. If we tried something like that we could both end up in jail. Also, I insisted that the person selected give proof of being free from any STDs. Was that a roadblock that I threw up to derail the whole thing? I truly don’t know. But he accepted. It was decided to use the back pages of craigslist. There, we would find a plethora of women to choose from. They were catalogued as to age, race, size, paid or unpaid and what sort of encounter to which they would be amenable. So many choices!
He was like a man perusing the wine list in a five-star restaurant! This one sounded good. That one had done this sort of thing before. Some wanted to be paid. Another woman wanted to be filmed. It took almost a week for him to decide. One day it was a middle-aged secretary trying to make a little money on the side. The next day it was a woman hoping to embark on a career in the porn industry who thought this would be good practice. Our choice was Sally, a young college girl looking for her first sexual experience. She sought an anonymous encounter, free from emotional stress. It was the physical act she wanted, not any commitment. We contacted her, expressed our concern about STDs and waited to hear back. In less than twenty-four hours we got an email from Sally, complete with a transcript of blood work she had done prior to taking a job at a summer camp.
Now I must mention that my husband was a little dubious as to her virginity. When he envisioned this whole thing it was with the thought of a wild, no-holds-barred, blow-out fuck. I reminded him that I had been a virgin and his skill and prowess had sent this virgin to the moon and back. If this is her first time, why not make it memorable? Not just a man-on-top, get-it-over-with-quick one? So, the selection had been made and now all that was left was setting the stage.
***
One of the ground rules was that this was not to occur at our home. Like not wanting to socialize with the woman who fucked my husband, I didn’t want to think “That’s where he licked her cunt” every time I looked at our sofa!
So we decided to book a suite at an oceanfront hotel. That way any of the three of us could leave if things got uncomfortable. We asked Sally what dates worked for her. She requested a Friday evening so that she wouldn’t have to go to class or work the next day. She had no idea how she would feel after l’affaire and wanted some recovery time. I thought, if my husband gives her the same treatment he gave me my first time, she will definitely need some recovery time. So a date, place and time were set. All that needed to be done was to gather materials.
No condoms were needed as my husband had a vasectomy years ago and Sally’s blood work was clean. But we definitely would need lubricant. And I included a dildo just to get things going. It was a small one and smooth. I didn’t want to alarm her with a large, lifelike one. Too much information! Strangely, I found myself becoming quite involved with making sure Sally had a night to remember.
Now I am a gin-and-tonic girl and my husband is a vodka man. Both went in the basket. But what would a young, virginal college girl drink? Prosecco seemed to be all the rage with the young crowd so Prosecco it was!
We arrived at the hotel an hour before Sally was expected. She had the room number to avoid any uncomfortable exchanges at the desk. I set up a bar in the living room of the suite and went in search of ice. My husband took a hot, fragrant shower. He had debated long and hard at the Lush store over just what scent he wanted to present that night. He decided on a woodsy base note with a light floral top note. Mmmm, I was a mite miffed. He hadn’t given his scent much thought before. I made a mental note to discuss this in the future. Old married folks need to smell good too!
When Sally arrived, he was wrapped in a silk dressing gown with pajama pants underneath. He really did look amazing, like a man who would give a young girl the perfect introduction to the art of making love. I had seated myself in an armchair set by the windows, with a drink close at hand.
I had decided to remain far in the background. This was his show. I had helped with all the details up to this point. Now it was up to him.
***
There was a knock at the door. My husband jumped to open it. Sally came slowly in. He ushered her through to the bedroom of the suite. I could see her taking in the candles I had lit and the music playing. She accepted the chilled glass of Prosecco my husband offered her. I was smoking a joint over in the shadows. He introduced me and made sure she understood I was going to remain in the room. I offered her a toke which she gratefully took. “I’m really glad you will be here,” she said. “I feel so much better knowing I’m not alone.”
My husband then took her hand and pulled her close. He nuzzled her hair and ran his hand down her back. She shivered a bit as his lips grazed her ears and neck.
Slowly he lifted her soft blouse over her head and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts were a good size and I could see her nipples were beginning to swell as he continued his soft strokes down her sides and around to her ass. A slight squeeze there and she gasped. Continuing his exploring of her body, he slid his hand around to her belly. He pressed in with one hand as his other squeezed her ass again. Another gasp. Then my husband undid the sash and her skirt joined her blouse on the floor. Sally stood there before us both in nothing but a bit of lace covering her breasts and pussy. She looked once quickly over at me in the shadows. I nodded my head slightly. With that, she put her arms around my husband’s neck and leaned her head on his chest.
They embraced and kissed, not a deep kiss yet. Just a soft meeting of lips. He brushed his mouth along her face and into her hair, all the while continuing to run his hands over her body. Sally became a bit unsteady so he led her over to the bed where they sat and let the kisses become deeper. I could see his erection tenting the folds of the dressing gown but I am not sure if she had noticed this. For the first time, he let his hand wander to her breast, a slight squeeze, a pinch of the nipple. This time not a gasp but a moan. Her kissing became urgent, letting her tongue show what she was feeling deep inside. I knew that her pussy must have been getting wet and hot. What would she make of these feelings? Would they alarm her or stoke her desires?
My husband removed the lacey bits that covered her tits. Her nipples were now fully engorged and turning red. Leaning down, he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. Another moan. Then a soft bite. A gasp. Her breathing was getting more rapid. Raising Sally up from the bed, my husband stood her in front of himself. Slowly he peeled her lacy panties down her legs and she stepped out of them.
With her pussy at nose level, he buried his face in her virgin territory. Now, not a gasp or a moan, but a cry! His tongue gave a quick lick and then he placed her back on the bed.
“Lay back now and just feel,” he told her. As she did, his hands continued stroking her, squeezing her tits, teasing her pussy. She moaned and twisted on the bed as the sensations become almost unbearable.
“Spread your legs.”
My husband dropped the dressing gown and climbed up on the bed between her legs. Leaning over her he grasped her tits and squeezed them hard. The nipples poked out begging to be sucked. He licked and teased them at first, then sucked each one in turn. As he did this her hips began to move all on their own. “I know what you are feeling, how wet you are getting,” I thought over in my shadowy corner. “You have no idea what is coming!”
After assaulting her breasts my husband slid down the bed until his face was even with her pussy. Taking his fingers he spread her nether lips to reveal a clit, swollen and bright red.
“This needs attention,” he said. “I am going to kiss this and then I will see where I will go next.”
She looked surprised.
It occurred to me, “I wonder if she knew that lovers kissed each other’s genitals?”
She was about to find out.
He placed his mouth against her pussy and breathed softly. Another groan. I couldn’t see, but I knew his tongue was now circling her clit. She gave a sharp cry and her hips heaved upwards, nearly tossing my husband to the floor!
“Oh no, not yet. There’s more to do before we go there,” he explained as he moved back up the bed beside her.
Let me express how hard it is to watch two people make love and stay uninvolved. We watch porn with the sole purpose of getting hot. But imagine if you will, how hard it is to watch the man you lust for even after all these years, pleasure another woman. Even though he had not yet revealed his cock to her, I knew how long, wide and hard he was by now. I tried to look at this clinically but I was as hot myself as I had ever been.
My husband had retrieved the dildo from the bedside table. He showed it to Sally and let her hold it. A flick of the switch and it began to hum. He took it and stroked the outside of her pussy lips. Breathing became rapid again. Then the insides of the lips. Lastly, he pressed it gently against her hole. Moans. The hole was wet, red and tight. I could see that from my chair. A little shove of the dildo, but when it met resistance he stopped and pulled it back.
By now my husband was standing at the foot of the bed between Sally’s legs. His pajama pants showed a multitude of pecker tracks. It was time.
I don’t know what came over me but I rose from my chair and came behind him. I pulled down the pants and reached around to grasp my husband’s cock with both hands. I squeezed his balls and a drop of come formed on the head of his dick.
Sally’s eyes were closed so she had no idea I had joined the party.
I pushed him up onto his knees on the bed.
“Keep the dildo on her clit,” I whispered as I got the tube of lubricant and squeezed a dollop into my hand.
I slathered the lube all over his cock and balls. “I think she’s ready now. Go slow.”
I returned to my chair.
Keeping the humming dildo on her swollen clit, my husband presented his cock to her waiting cunt. A slow slide in, just the head of his dick. Pause. Wait till she adjusted to the pressure. A little bit more. Wait. She is stretching now to accommodate his girth. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her nipples hard. Push forward. There, her hymen, her maidenhead, the end of girlhood, the beginning of womanhood. Push hard. Push quick.
Sally gave a small cry, more of shock than pain. My husband knows his job well. Wait right there. Don’t stir. Flex your cock a bit but let her make the first move.
Soon enough, Sally began to rock her hips. After a few thrusts, my husband joined her rhythm. Back and forth. A keening sound, one I had heard myself make many times, came from Sally’s lips. It wouldn’t be long now.
A bucking up of her whole body. The keening became a scream and her orgasm rocked her to her core. She couldn’t stop. Wave after wave rippled through her cunt. I know stars danced behind her eyes and time stood still.
There was a deep moan from my husband and I knew he had joined her in a mighty climax. Then both collapsed on the bed and were still.
***
I let a few minutes pass before I quietly got up. I refreshed my drink and walked into the living room. Nothing had been planned for “afterwards”. Small talk? Clothed or still naked? Another drink? I looked out the windows. The beach was moonlit and inviting. I put on my jacket and my shoes. They never knew I was gone.
About an hour later I was sitting on the deck of the hotel, nursing a G&T, and wondering if I should just drive myself home. Did I think they would have another go-round? Not sure. She might be a little sore and my husband wasn’t a kid anymore. So …
I was about to pay my bill when he came out the glass door of the dining room. He was freshly showered and looked relaxed.
“Where’s our friend?” I asked.
“Oh, she left an hour ago She was meeting friends for dinner somewhere in Olde Towne,” my husband replied.
He sat done and ordered a Connemara. “Are you okay with what just happened?”
I thought for a moment. “Yes, I think so. It was different from watching erotica, you know. I guess, all in all, I was proud of you giving that young woman such a memorable fuck. She’ll never forget it.“
“In a different age and place, you could have made a living at deflowering. Some cultures consider any blood flow from a woman as unclean, including virgin’s blood. So, in order to keep the groom pure from taint, a man would be hired to take the bride’s cherry!
“Some of these men made a point of ensuring the bride enjoyed her first time and really worked on their technique. It was said that many a bride never got over their first time and spent the rest of their lives pining for their first lover.”
“I don’t think I want to make a habit of this,” he replied. “It was great fun but …”
“Do we still have that craigslist?” I asked. “I think it is someone else’s turn now.”
