Though I hadn’t technically gotten my coworker, Sam, to agree to the threesome I proposed, my hubby was exceptionally turned on by the fact that I’d been brave enough to ask. So much so that he couldn’t keep his hands off me that night. Admittedly, having the attention of two sexy men was exhilarating and made me feel incredibly desired. Having them at the same time sounded delicious.
While I was treating my hubby to my fabulous cock-worshipping skills, he was stimulating my mind with all kinds of wicked thoughts about the desired threesome.
“Just think, Sam could be sliding into that hot, tight pussy while you suck my cock,” he murmured.
I shivered with a lusty desire. I hadn’t expected to be so turned on by the idea, but my pussy started to drip. I ramped up the teasing and tonguing of his dick while imagining being fucked from behind. I could tell that it was making him hot as well. He grabbed two handfuls of red hair and pushed his way into my throat, fucking my mouth like a man possessed.
I purred, knowing the vibration would drive him wild. I fully expected him to shoot his load down my throat when, suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth, got behind me, and pushed his throbbing cock into my needy pussy. I moaned, delighted to be enjoying a good hard fuck when I wasn’t expecting it.
The exquisite friction of his hammering into me had me on the brink of climax in no time. I could tell he was close, too. There’s a specific change in the intensity of his thrusts when he’s about to cum, and that was exactly what I was feeling.
“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!” I cried, knowing that my words would push him over the edge.
“Fuck, yeah, cum hard for me, baby!” he shouted as his balls tightened and let go, filling me with his hot seed.
Our hearts were beating wildly as we collapsed on the bed together, panting. He reached for my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.
“You are the most amazing wife and lover a guy could ever have. I love you so much. Please know that I’m okay either way on this whole threesome idea. If it works out, great; if it doesn’t, that is fine, too. Whatever you are comfortable with makes me happy.”
I smiled and rolled over to kiss my husband on the lips. “I love you, too. Thanks for letting me know it’s okay if the threesome doesn’t work out. But I have a feeling it will. It’s just a matter of making Sam feel comfortable.”
He grinned. “If anyone can do that, it’s you, baby.”
The following day, I showed up early as promised. Sam wasn’t in his room, but the door was propped for me, so I let myself in. I waited a few minutes; then I spotted a scribbled note on his desk that looked like it said, “supply room.”
I left his classroom and headed down the hall toward the closet, where we kept materials such as lined paper, construction paper, and file folders. I let myself in with my key and was pulled inside before I could turn on the light.
“Sam?” I asked.
“Who else would it be?” he laughed.
“Did you mean for us to stay in the dark?”
“It seemed like a hot idea at the time, but it’s probably not very conducive to not making any noise.”
Sam flipped on the light, then wasted no time putting his hands all over me. Admittedly, I found his eagerness arousing and enjoyed being pawed at and played with for a bit. But, conscious of our limited time and that any other teacher who showed up early might come looking for paper, I reminded Sam that we needed to hurry.
He turned me around, bent me over the counter in the closet, and lifted my skirt. I’d skipped the panties again to make it easy for him to take what he wanted. Besides, I didn’t want to leave my underwear behind for someone to stumble upon accidentally.
I looked over my shoulder and shot Sam a devilish grin, wiggling my eyebrows. “Like what you see?”
He unzipped, whipped out his cock, and rubbed the head along my glistening slit. “What do you think?”
“Mmm, I think you need to put that in me and fuck me, baby.”
He entered me with one deep thrust and started fucking me slowly and methodically at first.
“Mmm, faster, baby. Hammer into me and make me cum.”
He grabbed my hips and gave me exactly what I’d asked for, pumping into me at a frenzied pace. He covered my mouth with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other one.
“You need to be quiet,” he growled.
His forceful demeanor triggered my submissive side, and I nodded like an obedient slut. He took me hard and fast, his cock impaling me repeatedly until I was whimpering.
“I’m cumming,” he announced matter-of-factly as he picked up the pace even more. The added intensity sent me over the edge, and we came together, coupling like savages. It was incredibly hot!
“My God, you’re amazing! I hope I wasn’t too rough.”
I just grinned. “Not at all. But we need to get ourselves together.”
“I wish we could have time together when we didn’t have to rush,” Sam said as he zipped up his fly and grabbed a few packages of white construction paper.
“You could come over after school on Thursday. The sitter takes my son to her house in the afternoon on Thursdays, so we pick him up around 5:00 or 5:30 pm.”
“I’d like that. I feel like we’ve had a lot of fun being sneaky. But I’d like to take my time with you and enjoy treating you like a lover instead of just a morning booty call.”
I stopped for a moment to contemplate the idea of making love with Sam rather than having quickie sex.
Seeing the concerned look on my face, Sam added, “We’d still be no strings attached. But I’d like the opportunity to have you spread-eagle on a bed so I can kiss my way up your inner thighs…”
The sound of footsteps outside the door stopped Sam from saying anything more. He handed me his stack of white construction paper and grabbed a few packs of lined paper. He opened the door and said, “So, if you can bring your scissors and glue sticks when you come to class, we can start the project today.”
I frowned and then realized this was just to cover up coming out of the supply room at the same time.
“Sounds good. Do we need crayons or markers?”
“No, I think I have enough of those. Just give me the construction paper; I can take it to my room.”
A few teachers walked by and gave no indication that they thought anything unusual was going on. I smiled at Sam and handed him the paper. Then, I headed to my classroom to text my husband.
Hot times in the supply room! He fucked me good and hard. More details tonight. He hasn’t given me an answer about the three of us yet. But he’s coming over after school on Thursday, so we can do more than just bang out a quick one. He wants to take his time and, um, you know, do it in a bed… slow and seductive.
He wants to make love to you. It’s okay to say that. It’s fine as long as I hear all about it. Do you need me to be on pick-up duty on Thursday so you can have more time?
You are the best husband ever! That’d be great! Maybe then I can talk him into a little three-way fun.
Just remember, I want details.
Always!
Thursday brought a mix of excitement and nervousness. Sucking cock under Sam’s desk or letting him bang me in the supply room was one thing; having time to explore each other in bed would be a completely different experience. I hoped it wouldn’t feel awkward.
Fortunately, it was a busy day at work, and the time flew by. I dismissed my last class when the final bell rang and quickly gathered my things to take home. I passed Sam’s room on my way out of the parking lot and called out, “Have a good night, Sam; see you tomorrow.” For some reason, it made me feel better not to give any impression that he was following me home for some hot and steamy sex.
I kept his car visible in my rearview mirror to avoid losing him. Butterflies danced around in my stomach, which seemed silly. After all, this wasn’t our first time. But something about bringing him into my home, into my bed, to fuck around seemed more decadent.
I pulled my car into the garage and told Sam to park in front of the house. Then I inhaled sharply, let it all go, and hoped the heat would still be there with the risk of being caught. Then again, one could never know when my neighbor might pop over unannounced, as she was sometimes prone to do.
I poured myself a half glass of Moscato and asked Sam if he wanted anything. He opted for water since he would have to drive home when our naughty little tryst was over. I downed my wine in one gulp and said, “Well, shall we head to the bedroom?”
Sam grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Sam smiled when we entered my room. “I’ve seen mirrors on the ceiling, but this is impressive. No one would suspect you chose a wall full of mirrors to enhance your sex life.”
I feigned ignorance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s just a full-length closet that happens to have mirrored doors.”
He smirked at me, then started to take off his clothes. I stood there for a moment, admiring his swimmer’s physique. I knew he’d been on the high school and college swim teams.
“Do you still swim?” I asked.
“Do you want to make small talk or take off your clothes?”
I raised an eyebrow. “For someone who said he wanted to take it slow, you seem to be in an awful hurry.”
“I want to use all our time touching each other,” he replied.
“Fair enough.”
I unbuttoned my blouse seductively, tossed it aside, and unhooked my bra. Sam’s pupils grew large when he saw my voluptuous breasts naked for the first time as I dropped the bra on the floor.
Shimmying out of my skirt, I joined him on the bed. The room was filled with sexual tension, and the scent of my arousal made him anxious to get started.
“Lie back,” he directed. “I want to touch you everywhere.”
As his fingers skimmed my calves, my breath hitched. The deliberately drawn-out foreplay had my motor humming.
He looked at me with serious eyes and said, “Thank you for this.”
I didn’t have to ask what this was; I knew what he meant. “You’re very welcome, Sam.”
He stopped for a moment and frowned. “So that you know, I am interested in a threesome. But I want to make sure I know what your expectations are. You’re just talking about both of us doing stuff with you, not with each other, right?”
“I promise, he has no interest in any male-on-male action. He wants to give me the experience of being enjoyed by two men.”
“Then, I’ll do it. I’ve already cheated on Carole with you, so why not take it further?”
“I’m thrilled you’ve agreed to help us fulfill a fantasy. You can focus on that detail.”
“I will. Now, where was I?”
“You were seducing my inner thighs. Get back to work,” I teased.
“Yes, ma’am.”
