Next Steps
My wife, Lillian, and I recently experienced some incredible adventures as a couple. In some ways, they were moments we experienced independent of one another, but sharing them contributed to the passion of our marriage in a significant way. It began with me surreptitiously watching her share a moment of passion with our friend, James, when he and his wife spent an evening drinking and socializing with us.
Lillian and James were left alone on our back porch with a drunken dare, and the result was James bringing her to orgasm with his hand while they explored one another with kisses and gropes. She then freed his cock and took him into her mouth where he quickly came after a long buildup of passion from their months of flirting. I was lucky enough to be able to pleasure myself while watching through a nearby window, and Lillian and I later enjoyed the thrill of each other’s bodies while still high on the moment.
The second experience occurred when I traveled overnight for work and serendipitously encountered a man whom I routinely see at my gym who also happened to be out of town on business. We struck up a conversation at a bar that led to drinks in my hotel room. Eventually, we became more comfortable with one another, leading up to the exploration of my most secret fantasies. I took a man in my mouth for the first time that evening and sharing the experience with Lillian once again brought a new thrill to our passion for one another.
Since then, things had cooled. Life gets busy, and one can’t always continue to ride the high of a single moment. Glen, my out-of-town experience, still showed up at the gym from time to time, and we tried to keep things friendly without being too awkward. I was actually open to reconnecting in some way, especially given Lillian’s excitement and support. But I sensed he was maintaining a distance to keep from appearing too eager or overbearing. Or perhaps he simply wasn’t interested anymore. People are fickle, so I tried to be patient and roll with the situation.
The same couldn’t be said for James’ interest in Lillian, though. In the time since our evening of adventure on the porch, he’d kept up his communication with her through social media, their preferred means of conversation and flirtation. Lillian, for her part, neither encouraged nor pushed him away. She was still experiencing some uncertainty about their moment together, and Celia, James’ wife, also seemed unsure of whether or not she wanted to progress things to a new place after the brief encounter she and I shared on that same evening. Still, Lillian enjoyed the thrill of the attention. And James was clearly ready for more.
The subject came up between myself and Lillian one Friday evening as we retired to our usual spots on the porch with our drinks and music. After a few rounds began to loosen up the conversation, she asked me directly how I was feeling about what had happened between them.
The question had certainly been on my mind a lot in recent weeks, and I opened up to her that it had been a bit of an emotional roller coaster. I’d experienced moments of jealousy immediately followed by exhilaration at the memory of how incredibly sexy they looked together. At times I even fantasized that he had removed her jeans and slid his cock into her right there on the porch. I knew it to be a fantasy they both shared, and the idea of how close they came was both a fright and a thrill.
I explained all this to Lillian and summed up by saying it was, without any doubt on my part, the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and that the memory still possessed the power to instantly make me hard.
I then turned the question back on her and asked how she’d been feeling about the situation. Lillian wasted no time confessing that the memory still gave her intense pleasure. She admitted that her recent opportunities to masturbate all seemed to begin with her mind drifting back to that moment, reliving the feeling of his body against her, his hand in her loosened jeans and rubbing her clit with a gentle intensity that blocked out all other sensation, and the feel and taste of him in her mouth as she sucked him to release.
She also mentioned that she and I both shared the “what if” fantasies about James removing her clothes and either bending her over the table or seating her in a chair with her legs mounted on the armrests. Lillian may not always be in the mood to put energy into flirting, but she was clearly just as prepared to fuck James as she ever had been.
Just as I was about to ask what she thought we should do about these fantasies and our friendship with this couple, her phone chimed with a notification. James had sent her a message saying hello and asking what we were up to. He knew our Friday night routine and figured we would be exactly where we were. It was a little startling to have him message her just as we were speaking about him, but really there was nothing terribly unusual about it.
They often engaged in chats and picture exchanges around this time. James knew she’d be drinking, and that’s when we were in the mood for some fun. Lillian sent him a picture of herself in her usual chair with her drink in hand and added the comment that it wasn’t the same without him and Celia. James replied that he agreed and that it was a shame he was finishing up a late shift while Celia was likely in bed asleep.
I gave Lillian some space to continue the conversation and went inside to pour drinks. While rooting through the refrigerator, I noticed we were down to our last beer. While we usually went with whiskey on Friday evenings, we often liked to finish the evening with a beer, which I’d neglected to put on the shopping list.
As I returned to the porch, I jokingly mentioned to Lillian that she should tell her “boyfriend” to stop and get us a six-pack on his way home from work. She laughed and sent the comment, and I joked that we should take bets on how long it would be before he found his way out of work and made it to the store.
In the meantime, they continued their flirting and banter, and Lillian and I simultaneously continued our conversation from where we left it before James’ message. We tried to pick up the thread of fantasy we’d been discussing, but that sometimes takes a little work. To that end, Lillian and I developed the habit of guiding our conversations with “truth or dare” prompts. It was mostly a means of facilitating questions to drive the conversation, and dares were rarely exchanged. Lillian saw this particular moment as one in need of assistance, and so she threw out the challenge to me. I laughed and dutifully answered “truth” to see what she would say.
Lillian responded with a question I hadn’t been anticipating, though I suppose I should have given the way things had developed in our lives. She asked me if I’d ever considered any kind of experience with James similar to the one I shared with Glen in the hotel room. That stopped me short, and I took a moment to think.
James was a decent-looking guy, but for some reason, I couldn’t quite see myself turned on or attracted to him in the same way. I was definitely excited by the idea of watching him and being around him in another context, but not just for myself. I explained this to Lillian and said with a smirk that his body was more for her enjoyment than for my own.
We questioned one another back and forth for some time. I would occasionally ask for a “dare” to mix things up, and these mostly amounted to taking a shot or handing over control of the music. Lillian finally asked for a dare for herself, and I told her to message James; say she was thirsty, and ask about the location of her beer. Lillian rolled her eyes but didn’t hesitate. Moments later he responded that he was just signing out from his shift and wondering what brand we’d like.
This was a bit of a threshold moment. I suspected for some time that James was trying to find a way over to our house after he and Lillian had been flirting, especially on our drinking night. Lillian looked at me expectantly, obviously reaching the same realization and wondering how to proceed. Were we really about to invite him over?
After the previous experience and all the buildup, the conclusion seemed inevitable. I shrugged and told her to pick her favorite beer. She smiled and sent the message. A few short minutes later James responded that he was at a convenience store and would be by soon to drop off our supplies.
Now that the die was cast, we poured another whiskey and settled in to wait. I asked Lillian how she was feeling, and she explained that she was nervous and excited. Of course, we couldn’t predict or assume too much, but it was clear James would try to make a move of some kind. I asked how Lillian was in the mod to respond, and she said that depended on my own comfort. I decided to illustrate my comfort with another dare.
Lillian was wearing a long, casual sleeveless dress of soft, comfortable material that clung to her wonderful curves as it fell to her calves. I suggested she remove her bra and panties and greet James when he arrived to see if he could tell what she was wearing and what she wasn’t. That challenge was quickly accepted, and in a moment, we were inside watching for his vehicle. When he pulled up to the street in front of our house a short while later, Lillian announced she was upping the dare. She said she was going to greet him at the street, and I was to wait inside.
Naturally this gave me a thrill, and as she closed the door behind her, I positioned myself at the edge of the window to follow her movements. I had a brief flashback to my experience watching them on the porch, and instantly found myself getting hard at the possibilities of what would follow.
Lillian walked down the driveway and arrived at James’ SUV just as he was starting to step out. In the dim light of the street, I could barely make out her wave as she stopped at the back of the vehicle. They exchanged a quick conversation, and suddenly Lillian was walking to the passenger side. She opened the door and slipped in. I heard James’ door slam shut almost simultaneously as she closed her own, sealing them both from my view.
I stepped away from the window, heart pounding, wondering and imagining what was happening inside the vehicle. How far would they go? Would they take their time exploring one another? Were they even touching? Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long. After five minutes or so, I heard the car doors and they both walked inside.
Lillian announced that she had invited James in for one of the beers she was now carrying, and I said that was a terrific idea. As we made our way to the porch, I examined Lillian’s flushed cheeks, mussed hair, and nipples visibly straining the fabric of her dress. They may not have been in the car for long, but they were obviously an eventful few minutes.
As we settled into our places on the porch and handed out drinks, I tried to strike up a casual conversation with James about his night at work. He responded in his typical friendly manner, but I could quickly tell the small talk wasn’t going very far. He brought the subject around to our evening and asked if we’d been up to anything exciting, and I immediately told him about our truth or dare game. Lillian piped up at that and asked if he’d like to keep playing, and he agreed with a great deal of feigned casualness. I had to suppress a laugh. He was trying not to show it, but James was there for action.
The game continued with truths for a few rounds. The questions were increasingly sexual in nature, often dealing with fantasies, favorite positions, and “firsts”. I got Lillian to confess some hot experiences with former boyfriends, and I could tell the intended effect was working. James was picturing my wife in all these compromising scenarios, and his increased squirming in his chair told me he was enjoying it.
We finally moved on to dares, and the evening quickly began to pick up speed. Lillian dared James to go shirtless for a complete round. I knew this was something she enjoyed given the tattoos he sported on his arms and chest. These were something different for her as I don’t have any, and I think they added to the mystique of his body as something different for her. I was dared to take another shot, and because the liquor was in the kitchen and clothes were obviously becoming optional, we decided to all move inside to the living room. Once my shot was downed and we were all comfortable, it was my turn and I decided to throw a dare at Lillian that would dial up the intensity a little.
I told her I was giving her the same dare she gave to James, that she had to go “shirtless’ for a round. Of course, she was only wearing the dress with nothing underneath. Lillian was quick to protest and point this out, but I was prepared. I told her if she objected, she was free to put on her panties, but that she would have to spend her round sitting in James’ lap. She thought for just a moment, then reached for her discarded undergarments, slipped on her panties, and then stepped over to where James was sitting on the couch. He parted his legs slightly and she settled down on his lap between them, leaning the side of her naked torso against him. Her legs immediately began to rub together a little, and James’ jeans showed an increasing bulge as they shifted against each other and came closer together.
It was Lillian’s turn in the game, and she clearly already knew what was next. She dared James to see if he could remove his jeans without her having to get out of his lap. He was clearly excited by the prospect and began unbuttoning and unzipping. It took a good deal of shifting and scooting his pants around, but they eventually made it to his knees and then the floor.
His long, hard cock was clearly visible standing up through his underwear, and Lillian wasted little energy hiding the caress she gave it with her thigh. The thrill of seeing her uncovered body pressed against him like that was making me nearly as horny as they both obviously were, and my own jeans were straining with my firm, throbbing cock.
Since I was, in fact, still completely clothed, the next dare was for me to join them in stripping down to my underwear. I did so with relief, and the sexual energy of the room increased by several degrees. I then dared James to take his shirt and wrap it up into a band that could be tied over Lillian’s eyes as a blindfold. He needed to reach across the couch for it, and as he did Lillian and I locked eyes. She gave me a hungry look that clearly meant she was enjoying herself.
While James was still leaning over, she shifted her body around so that her back was completely to him and her ass was positioned against his cock. She leaned forward slightly and stroked him with her body. This elicited a groan from him, and he warned her that more of that kind of thing would finish the evening for him more quickly than he preferred.
Once he has the shirt suitably shaped, they stood and he positioned the makeshift blindfold over Lillian’s eyes and tied it so that she was now blind. The dare was to her, and she requested that James and I both give some attention to a breast to see if she might be able to tell who was were.
James is significantly taller than me, and I have a neatly trimmed beard in contrast to his smooth shave. I didn’t think it would be a tough contest, but no one was objecting. I moved to her right side and James took the left. I began to lightly stroke her nipple with my thumb while James ran his tongue along the other. Soon we were both devouring her with our mouths, all thoughts of contests or games satisfyingly left behind.
James straightened up and covered her mouth with his own, engaging in a kiss that brought moans and sighs of pleasure form both of them. I sank to my knees and started pulling Lillian’s panties down to the floor. Her lovely pussy was directly in front of my face and I took advantage by leaning in to gently kiss the small thatch of hair between her legs and slide my tongue up across her clit. I felt her body shiver and looked up to see James hovering over me, leaning in farther to embrace her in his kiss and cup the breast I’d abandoned I his left hand.
It was a good thing I looked up when I did. His cock, still straining at the fabric of his underwear, was pressed against her body and being pushed in my direction. For a moment I experienced a flashback to my hotel room adventure with Glen and recalled the deep pleasure I experienced in stroking his cock and taking it into my mouth. I stared briefly at James’ long, straight member and considered freeing it and taking it into my hand. But my earlier explanation to Lillian about my lack of attraction ultimately still held true, and I was more interested in seeing her experience that particular pleasure. I stood and lowered my own underwear, then stepped behind Lillian and began kissing the back of her neck with my cock nestled against her ass.
She leaned her head back, eyes still covered, taking in all the sensations being visited on her by myself and James. He stepped fully in front of her, and I watched as she reached down with both hands and lowered his boxers around his hips. With her right hand she grasped his now free penis and began stroking it while shoving the interfering underwear down to the floor with the other. My wife was now fully naked and being pressed on both front and back by her husband and the still-unfamiliar body of another man.
Lillian leaned into James, kissing him again, and performed an admirable fete of coordination by maintaining her grip on his cock with her right hand and reaching behind her to take mine in her left. She then lifted herself on her toes slightly and parted her legs, allowing her to guide James to the waiting lips of her pussy and me to a spot close to penetrating her anus.
In this position, it would have been difficult for either James or myself to achieve full penetration, and so we left her to find a rhythm of grinding back and forth on the two hard cocks buried between her legs. James and I both thrust against her in the process, and I suddenly realized I was experiencing the sensation of my penis brushing against the tip of his as they met under my wife.
The three of us enjoyed being caught up in the general bliss and ecstasy of the moment, but the position wasn’t sustainable for terribly long. Lillian finally lowered herself, stepped aside, removed her blindfold, and directed us to the bedroom.
We all stumbled down the hall in that direction, drunk on adrenaline, and entered our room. I was considering how to proceed and trying to decide between several possibilities, but Lillian had her own agenda. She headed straight for the bed, hopped on and turned around to face us on her knees.
James walked forward and she leaned down to his cock, kissing the tip, the shaft, and then taking him as fully into her mouth as possible. He sighed and leaned back as her head moved up and down, moans and deep sucking sounds coming from Lillian’s full mouth. For my part, I took a moment to stand back near the dresser and watch them enjoy one another. My hand kept straying to my cock, but I forced myself to hold back and wait for what would come next.
Lillian too wasn’t ready for things to end quickly. She removed James’ cock from her mouth after a few short minutes of attention, rose up to her knees and kissed him again, then fell back on the bed with her head resting on her pillow. She eyed James directly and told him it was time for them to finish what they’d come so close to starting. As he mounted the bed and positioned himself between her legs, Lillian tilted her head my way and raised her eyebrows in an expression that asked for my opinion but not my permission. I simply smiled and gave my cock a slow stroke to indicate my excitement.
James leaned down and kissed her lips, pressing his chest against hers and pushing his hips deeper between her things. Lillian lifted her knees to push her lower body forward, and as I walked to the foot of the bed and watched from behind, I saw James’ balls push forward as my wife received his cock into her waiting pussy.
They both let out moans as he slid all the way in, and held still for a moment with his length buried in her and his pelvis putting pressure on her clit. Soon their desire overcame them and he began slowly thrusting inside her, moving in short strokes while maintaining his pressure against her. Lillian took a moment to allow herself the enjoyment of feeling the shape of him, and then began to thrust back against him. Soon her legs were raised and James was driving himself in and out of her with an intensity born of their long desire for one another.
With a sudden cry and deep thrust, James leaned over her and pushed himself in as deeply as he could. I was stunned by my lust for the passionate display I’d been watching, and it took me a moment to realize what happened. I had just witnessed this other man fuck and come inside my wife, and her flushed face and deep breaths told me she wanted more of him. The sight and realization nearly brought me to finishing myself as I tried desperately to control my stroking hand. But I wanted to be part of this scene, and so I held on to that control a little while longer.
James slowly eased himself out of Lillian, and she sat up and, with a smile, said she was going to freshen up a bit. She made her way to the bathroom and shut the door, leaving James and I alone and both reeling from the experienced that just took place. His breath was coming hard, and I laughed and asked if he was ok. He said he hadn’t been that good in a long time, and asked how I was doing with it all. I told him one of my fantasies had just been fulfilled, and said I would explode soon if we didn’t get to try another. Just as he was asking what I had in mind, Lillian came back to the bed and said she knew what I was thinking, and that James needed to find a way to get himself hard again soon.
I suggested she help with that, and she invited him to lie down on his back next to her. Once he was comfortably settled, she stretched out next to him and leaned in, one beautiful breast resting on his chest, while she passionately kissed his mouth and began slowly stroking him back to firmness with her hand.
As she eased him back into his erection, I moved to the bed on Lillian’s other side and stretched out behind her, kissing her neck and reaching one hand around to cup and stroke her other breast. My hard cock pressed against her ass and she leaned back into it while she continued fondling James. Soon he was ready, and Lillian rose to her knees and lifted her leg to straddle him.
As she settled down and began rubbing her pussy against him, I reached into the nightstand next to the bed and brought out the small bottle of lube we kept there for just such a moment. I tipped out a small amount and ran it over my cock, all while intently watching her position him to slide into her. Lillian was now comfortably sitting on top of James, fucking him in slow strides as she rode back and forth. I moved behind her on my knees and examined the situation.
From my perspective I could easily see his cock sliding in and out underneath her gorgeous ass. We’d fantasized about trying the move I was about to attempt many times, but the logistics took a moment to sort out. I moved forward and positioned myself directly behind her, both of my knees positioned between his.
Lillian paused in her rhythm, and I brought the tip of my cock up against her and nudged it forward until I heard her gasp and say that I found the right spot. I slowly eased my stiff penis into her ass, and as I heard her sharp intake of breath I asked if she was ok. Lillian laughed a little and said it was perfect. She then slowly started to resume her motion, riding James and bringing me along in rhythm with their fucking.
It was a sensation I’d often imaged but was hardly able to describe. I could feel his firmness inside her, and our cocks occasionally brushed against one another as we both drove into my wife. It was ecstasy for me, and Lillian’s pace began to increase as the intensity of the feeling build within her. She quickened further, moaning and letting out little cries of pleasure. I concentrated on pacing myself even as I pushed farther to keep up with her motions.
Suddenly Lillian rapidly sped up, her body tense and her breath caught in her chest. She bore down onto James’ cock, leaned forward, and froze as her orgasm overtook her body. I could tell she wasn’t breathing, and her whole body was trembling. James pushed his hips up and drove himself into her just a little more, and a high-pitched sound erupted from Lillian’s mouth as she came with an intensity I’d never witnessed in her.
We had stopped our rocking motion while her orgasm rose and fell. I heard sucking sounds and realized James was caressing her tits and taking each one into his mouth while her waves of pleasure settled throughout her body. Once she was able to breath again, she rocked back and forth a little and let out a deep-throated laugh.
I knew this to be a good sign, and allowed myself the pleasure of knowing how fulfilled she was at that moment. That knowledge, combined with the sights and sounds and feelings I was experiencing, finally pushed my body to the point it had been approaching. I pulled back and said it was my turn to come. I heard James’ voice indicate he was ready again, and I sat back and pulled slightly on Lillian’s hip to give her the hint of my intention.
She slowly eased James’ cock out of her pussy and crashed down onto her back with a deep sigh and a smile. Lillian said her orgasm was the best in recent memory, and now she was ready to see us both finish our pleasure. James sat up and got to his knees on her right side as I moved around to her left.
Now we were kneeling over her, facing one another and pointing our throbbing dicks at her body. Lillian took us each in a hand and began to stroke us. Knowing as she did how to urge on the moment, she told us to come on her however we’d like. She then let go and cupped her tits with both hands, pushing them together and lifting as we both began to furiously jerk off in her direction.
I let go first, erupting with the orgasm that had been building since I first saw her get into his car. My come shot out in thick bursts on her tits and the hands holding them, and I nearly blacked out from the ferocity of the orgasm. As I continued to stroke myself and empty on her torso, James took the opportunity to edge close and lean in toward her face. Lillian took the hint and leaned forward taking him into her mouth again and giving his cock a thorough sucking before he leaned back and let go.
I would have guessed his first orgasm had reduced him to little remaining come, but that’s a bet I would’ve lost. As he stroked his dick, and explosion of come shot out of him and landed in a long jet from Lillian’s neck to her cheek. I reached down with one hand and fondled her breast as he stroked the last remaining amounts out of himself. Lillian arched her neck forward, kissing and licking the tip of his cock to urge him to completion, leaving us both spent and satisfied.
Once our hearts stopped pounding and our breathing evened out, there was a mess to deal with. Being close to the bathroom, I hopped down and fetched a towel. Lillian was soon cleaned up and we slowly made our way back to the living room. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and in short order, we were more or less situated in a presentable way.
I was very late, and James realized he needed to get back and get himself properly cleaned up. He and Lillian embraced, and he thanked us for a great game of truth or dare. I thanked him for bringing the beer, and Lillian said our next game night definitely needed to include Celia.
Soon he was gone, and Lillian and I shared a deep kiss while trying to find the words to discuss our feelings about the experience. I did ask her about her time alone in the vehicle, but she simply smiled and said I would just have to wonder about that for a while. We decided further discussion would have to take place another time, and we went through the necessary chores to turn in for the night.
Once again I found myself in bed next to my amazing wife, drifting off to sleep after a shocking and exhilarating night. Our lives had never been dull, but we were in a new and exciting place in our marriage. My final thought before closing my eyes, though, was to wonder what Lillian had in mind for an adventure with Celia. I didn’t know how a night could be better than what we’d just accomplished, but I was happily ready to be surprised.
