Fast forward some four years. After more clandestine meetings, we’d made our affection clear to both our children and their respective grandparents. Whilst not all had been plain sailing through unruffled waters, our merged families enjoyed the renewed zest for life that Mary and I clearly displayed.
As for us, we had had many conversations about advantages and potential problems such a blending could produce. However, those talks had usually ended up with us making love (yes, that’s what it had become) with even more passion. We knew every square inch of each other. Even more so now that she’d shaved most of my pubic hair off and found the tiny scars left after my vasectomy! Those had been examined in much detail by her tongue and mouth. For my part, I’d thoroughly examined in the minutest detail the equally tiny scars still evident from when her ‘tubes’ were tied. Mary designated them our badges of life.
Our love and lust for each other have not diminished but developed into an easiness that means we can touch and tease each other during the day. For example, knowing that when the children are in their beds, we can explore the sensitised areas of our bodies to the full. It can start anywhere, kitchen, sitting-room, or even on the stairs as we retire for the night. One evening, after a particularly passionate time, when I’d aroused her to several orgasms, culminating in mine, the spasms of which set her off again, and our breathing had settled back to normal, we were holding hands when she hesitantly started to speak but stopped after only a few words. Gently, I nuzzled one of her still hard nipples and murmured for her to continue. She asked: “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a threesome?”
To say her question surprised me can only be described as an archetypal understatement. I looked at Mary and saw that her head was turned away and I realised she was perhaps embarrassed at having voiced her thought. Caressing her flank, I told her I had sometimes wondered but only as a fleeting thought. Of course, I had to add the question: “Why do you ask?”
I heard her take a deep breath and pause, perhaps deciding whether or not to continue. She explained that there had been only two people with whom she’d had a full sexual relationship, her late husband and me. She wanted to experience more but not without me there. That I could understand but then she tacked on the ‘extra’. She wanted to experience two cocks inside her at the same time. Two surprises in only a few minutes! Also, knowing our mutual dislike of anal play, that could only mean one thing.
I digested all this and not wanting the silence to signify disapproval, I turned on my side, leant over, took her head between both my hands, and kissed her deeply, devouringly. She couldn’t help but feel my cock hardening rapidly against her tummy. Her legs splayed and I slipped inside her still lubricated tunnel.
At first, we were gentle but this speedily turned into hard and fast plain fucking, each of us simply eager to take the pleasure the other body could give. Our passions rose to the occasion, our peaks rapidly approaching. I felt my erection being clamped and released as her climax pulsed through her lower regions. We’d stopped kissing, each absorbed in our own greedy sensations yet realising the effect we were having on the other.
I’d propped myself up on my extended arms, looking down at her head thrashing from side to side. Then, I’d looked down to see the space between us rapidly opening and closing as we thrust ever harder at each other. Her orgasm arrived only seconds before mine and her spasms were still occurring as I pumped the last of my diminished reserves into her. Holding myself there, I waited for Mary’s to subside. Finally, her eyes opened and I quietly asked her if that was a satisfactory answer. Neither of us had the breath to laugh so we simply clung stickily to each other as we waited, yet again, for our breathing to stabilise.
Once we could speak, my somewhat warped sense of humour reasserted itself and I remarked that the logistics of arranging so many partners would be difficult. (I should explain here that I’d had four lovers, post-marriage) Quick as a flash she retorted: “Who said I only wanted to match numbers.” Fortunately, our bed was sturdy enough to withstand the mock fight and ribald laughter which ensued.
We could have our noisy, funny, and sexual times together without much fear of interruption as when we’d started on the journey of blending our families. Mary and I agreed that we should have a home that was ours and our children’s without ‘before’ memories. The two older ones wholeheartedly joined the venture and my younger one also. Thus, we’d bought a five-bedroomed property about midway between our previous homes which meant that the two older ones could continue their moves to their intended senior schools and the younger stay at the one to which he was accustomed. For us, we had what was effectively a complete suite on the top floor of one wing comprising a bedroom, en suite shower, and a study.
Following our night of Mary’s revelations, my agreement, and our subsequent deliciously sexual frolics, planning was begun. Deliberately intending to surprise her, I bought a veined dildo of similar size to my own erection. Next time we were making love, I ensured it was within easy but hidden reach. Once she was on top of me and easing her way towards her, I think, third climax but still lying on my chest, I surreptitiously got hold of it, reached round, and started to put it inside her. Her eyes flew open and she started to resist. Hushing her and kissing her, I continued to insert it. Resistance melted away to be replaced by murmured ‘Ooohs and Aaahs’. In and out it went. I found a rhythm which meant I could move my own cock either in unison with the artificial one or alternately.
This rapidly carried her along her journey and she was patently enjoying the new sensations as she climaxed with one of the most spectacular orgasms I’ve ever witnessed or felt. Completely spent, she lay on me with two cocks inside, purring like a contented cat.
Now that we knew she could physically accept two, we had to somehow arrange how to find that third person. Here, we were helped by the then relatively new internet. It was moving from the ‘dial-up’ to the system more familiar to modern eyes. Importantly for us, this meant our landline wasn’t engaged whilst in use. We would not have been popular with our older children considering the amount of time we spent looking. Eventually, we found a likely candidate who lived outside our area, was a few years older than us and, equally as important for me, professed himself to be entirely non-bisexual.
We arranged to meet one lunchtime at a bar/restaurant on a day which fitted our three work schedules. In the time before that, Mary and I experimented with sexual positions which would, we thought, enable us all to achieve our mutual objective as easily as possible. We had a number of failures and tried some which were too complex. Needless to say, we thoroughly enjoyed the inevitable conclusion to all those attempts. Eventually, we settled upon me being on my back with my legs over the side of the bed and underneath her. Not only could we watch each other but it meant the third person had easy access to his objective. Importantly, if either of us wanted it all to stop, for any reason, we could communicate that.
Our meeting went well, we enjoyed his company and a few sexually-orientated innuendoes flowed back and forth. The result was that we arranged a time and a place. As we all rose to part company, I noticed something that took me by surprise – his trousers displayed the distinctive outline of an erection. Mary must have noticed as she gave him a somewhat lingering goodbye kiss. Hurrying back to our car, we sped off home, dashed to our bedroom, and proceeded to unleash our pent-up sexual desire. It was fast, furious, sweaty, and ultimately very, very sticky. We lay panting, pulses racing and holding hands. When calmer, we looked at each other and more or less giggled like children who’d opened a new toy. Except we now knew him to be a very adult toy.
Later, when the children had arrived home and eventually gone to their beds, we made love much more slowly, renewing our knowledge of every square inch of the other’s body. Relaxing in the afterglow, we held hands and almost simultaneously said: “Only seven days to go.”
I hadn’t voiced to Mary my lingering doubts about the reality of having another man’s cock next to mine rather than an artificial one. I’d seen enough of the real ones in the communal showers at some swimming pools, differences were very apparent – occasionally, one would be almost erect from the ‘busyness’ of male hormones. I did know, though, I had no interest in sampling any of them.
Finally, the day arrived, we’d made the domestic arrangements for our brood of three, attended carefully to our personal hygiene during our morning shower, paying special attention to the more sensitive areas of each other whilst resisting the strong temptation to continue further.
Our meet was at a motel style of place, taking adjoining lodges. Seeing his car already there, I stopped off at reception, signed in and collected our keys. Mary was unusually quiet and, unsure if it was trepidation, I asked her if all was okay. Turning, she grinned at me and nodded. Ah, so anticipation, not worry!
Stopping by our lodge, Mary opened up whilst I brought our single overnight bag in. I used our mobile phone to call him rather than the hotel system to keep things more private and let him know we’d be ready in a quarter of an hour. All we needed to do was freshen up and change into easily removable clothing. A gentle knock on the door announced his arrival. I let him in and, somewhat formally, shook his hand feeling slightly awkward. Mary greeted him much more effusively with a hug and kiss on the neck. The atmosphere was immediately lighter, especially as she immediately started to remove his shirt and then slid his pants down, revealing briefs which could barely contain the already prominent outline of his erection. Her open smile must have given him the confidence to strip them off followed by his shoes and socks. Not wishing him to be ‘solo naked’, I stripped off and both of us males were bare with the evidence of our arousal patent.
Mary took a step back as though inspecting us and I took the opportunity to confirm that he was circumcised as he’d said. Sure enough, all true and I noticed that, unlike me, his balls hung loosely below his shaft. Mine always tucked themselves tight into the groin. Next, she stood in front of us almost as though making a choice. After this apparent survey, her hands went down and grasping a rigid shaft in each hand, she stepped back towards the bed.
Now, our plan, such as it was, had been for me to lie back and let her enjoy her first circumcised cock with me alongside her. Plans change. She sat down and guided us to stand on each side of her. Swiftly, she removed her shirt and her delightfully small breasts appeared, prominently displaying very hard nipples. Taking a glance at him, I noticed his keen interest in them but before he could do anything more, she’d leant forward and taken his cock in her mouth, the bulge in her cheek showing clearly. Any other ideas he’d had forgotten as he simply enjoyed the swirling of her tongue around the swollen head together with suction of her lips. A sensation I knew very well. For a moment, her hand was still on my shaft but as she adapted to the new one, that hand began its well-known up and down movement, aided by the copious ‘pre-cum’ fluid I often produced.
The room was filled with the grunts and groans of us two men and the slurping sounds of his cock exiting and entering her welcoming mouth. Quite soon, he uttered his first words which were an entreaty for Mary to stop as he didn’t want to cum too quickly. Taking her cue, Mary lay back, shuffled up the bed a little and, spreading her legs, gestured for him to join her. He looked toward me and I nodded.
No further encouragement was needed and he manoeuvred himself into position so that he could return the oral compliment bestowed on him. Arms looped under her legs, he lifted her, slightly, and enthusiastically set to work. Her groans and ‘Mmmms’ spoke volumes. I took the opportunity to settle alongside her, holding her hand with my body slightly turned so I could see the effect this stranger’s ministrations were having. Yes, I was very familiar with her responses but that was, to a great extent, from the inside out (pun intended). Now, I could see the beginnings of her flush of arousal, the start of her licking her lips with only the tip of her tongue, the quickening of her breathing and, even more arousing for me, the very beginnings of the tightening and loosening of her abdominal muscles.
Sure enough, moments later, her hand left mine as she held his head with both hands tightly to her mound whilst the spasms of her first orgasm pulsed from her core through her torso. Even whilst these were subsiding, Mary was pulling his head up her body, inviting him into her. Again, he took a glance towards me and, once more, I nodded. He rose up on his arms and Mary slid a hand between their bodies to guide his shaft in but not before she’d taken the opportunity to circle it and experience the different feel from tip to root. This prompted a grunted plea from him. In it went, disappearing to the hilt. Mary clasped his buttocks as she lifted her hips to give the deepest access possible. They rapidly established a steady rhythm, the usual wet noises accompanied by an occasional slap of those low-hanging testes against the inside of her thighs. The vocal sounds increased as did the speed of their movements, along with complaining creaks of the bed frame which were completely ignored by the united couple.
I’d never watched anything of this sort before. I was involved yet so separate, I doubt if they’d have noticed if I left the room. It was a heady cocktail for me of their obvious arousal and my solo excitement. Very alert to the signs, I knew Mary was about to cum again. Her hands dropped to her side, her legs went almost rigid and her thighs pushed up to take him deeper, ever deeper. Aware of what often would happen to me, I hoped he could hold back for our ‘grand finale’. Almost as if he read my thoughts, he slipped wetly out, leaving a trail of their fluids in a thin strand between them. Mary’s spasms continued unabated for a few seconds until her body, too, slowed of its own accord.
Taking my cue, I lay alongside Mary and eased her compliant body over mine. I let her rest while she wound down from the sensory high, cuddling her to me. When her systems steadied, she eased herself up, reached between us, and slid my erection inside her. The heat there engulfed me and I jerked upwards with both surprise and desire, my eyes automatically closing. When they opened, she was grinning at me like the cat who’d gotten the cream. Our bodies shuffled down the bed and I thoroughly enjoyed the movements around my shaft, alternating clenches of her internal muscles with my upward pushes.
Finally, we were in position, my feet touching the floor, her lying flat on top of me with her bottom slightly raised. I turned my head to one side and watched as he walked to the foot of the bed, his erection still glistening from its time within Mary. He disappeared from view as he positioned himself. I felt her lift herself a little more and then there was the completely new sensation of another cock coming into contact with mine. Fortunately, I didn’t flinch and as we were all thoroughly lubricated, it slid in with minimal difficulty only pausing to let Mary stretch to accommodate the girth of two.
He stopped and, by unspoken agreement, we let Mary start the movement. Her body shifted back slightly, mine thrust up gently, he pushed forward. Little by little our rather ungainly beginning settled into a comfortable tripartite ensemble. None of us knew how long we would continue but I was very aware of the ridges of his distended veins, the novelty of this new friction, knowing Mary was larger inside but of course, completely full. It seemed a long time but, in reality, was probably only ten minutes or so until Mary’s already heightened senses took over and the contractions of all those muscles with the intensified stimulation of so many nerve endings took centre stage.
Her orgasm hit with even more force than the first time I introduced the ‘extra’ of the dildo. Her body shook along its length, she yelled incomprehensible words, she reared up, he gasped, with pleasure or shock, I know not. He pulled out and I both heard and felt the splashes of his semen cover my thighs and some others which I later saw went high up her back. Mary’s spasms continued unabated and closed the void left by his exit. That prompted my ejaculation which seemed to continue for longer than I can ever recall.
She fell forward and then rolled to one side. I could not move. He’d lain down alongside Mary. We three were totally and joyfully sated. The room was filled with the sounds of our gasps for air and, fanciful though it was, seemed to be accompanied by the noise of our thudding hearts.
It was quite some time before our legs could carry the three of us to the shower where we two men took much care to wash down the source of our late afternoon’s pleasure. Mary luxuriated in the attention of four hands.
I’ve deliberately not mentioned ‘his’ name since was he to be the only ‘he’? The paradox of a clear and yet obscure future awaits.