"Amy's Threesome"
by Rugger
I knew early on that I wasn't making her happy. Our sex
drives seemed out of synch. When I was tired from work and
wanted sleep, she wanted sex. When I was rested and ready,
she was in the mood less and less often.
When I left school and worked full time (two jobs), and she
was finishing school, our social lives were very different.
My social life revolved around emails to my friends and
family, 2,000 miles away. My day off each week was spent
with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent
evenings out with her friends, supposedly being the
"sensible one" as they drank and pursued men. She also
spent many weekends out of town with her school clubs and
visiting her mother.
Her last boyfriend, Drew, had been a real jerk, but she told me
that the sex had always been great. He was much more
physically dominating than I was, and had a thick 10 inch
cock that she enjoyed very much. She had gotten back
together with him several times after fights, just for his
cock. She kept in touch with him, as he owed her money, but
she didn't tell him we were married for almost a year,
although he called at least once a month.
Sometimes, when we were in bed, she would tell me about how
Drew had thrown her over the furniture and fucked her from
behind. How good it felt when his big dick thrust into her,
and how much she enjoyed him pushing her up against the
wall and fucking her as her feet were held off the ground.
How much she loved the sensation of his cock in her mouth,
and how overwhelming the sensation was when he fucked her
sweet ass. She raved about the way he would overpower her,
and force her to do whatever he desired. She also told me
how they had often had sex in the shower, which we did
only rarely, as I found it uncomfortable. Whenever she told
me about her sex life with Drew, the sex would be really
hot, and I let her know that I enjoyed hearing about her
prior experiences.
Although I've never had any complaints about my 7 inch penis, I
suspected that she might want something that I wasn't able
to provide for her. I wanted her to be happy, and didn't
want to lose her. During pillow talk, I told her that I
wouldn't mind if she wanted to have sex with other men as
long as I knew; as long as she wasn't lying to me. Sex was
sex, but our relationship was the most important thing, the
permanent thing. As long as we were honest with each other,
I had no fear that it would ever end. She insisted she
wasn't interested in anyone but me, but admitted the
thought was intriguing. I also admitted to being turned on
by the thought of opening our marriage.
My two jobs weren't bringing in enough money to pay for
everything we wanted, so she started working occasionally
as a topless dancer. I would usually stop by after my
evening job and wait to take her home. On her work nights,
she would get really wild in bed, especially if the tips
had been good. I enjoyed watching her dance for other men,
and she liked to send other dancers to tease me at my table.
One night, I arrived to find her very excited. One of her
customers had been flirting with her all night and invited
her to his motel room. She asked me if I was willing to
take her to his motel. Of course I was. My only conditions
were that I be there and that he wear a condom if he was
going to cum inside her. When we got there, she asked him if
they could shower together. She told me to wait thirty
minutes before joining them in the bathroom. As I waited, I
heard the shower start, then muffled voices, gasps, moans,
and thumps. I anxiously awaited the minute I could join
them. Entering the bathroom, I pulled back the shower
curtain and saw my wife's playmate holding her against the
shower wall.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he thrust his
manhood deep within her. Her wet hair was plastered to the
side of her face and their lips were locked in a deep,
passionate kiss. She opened her eyes and looked right at me
as she climaxed - one of a dozen I witnessed that night.
Shortly, she turned off the water, fell to her knees and
began sucking his hard, wet cock. She started by kissing
and licking around it, while glancing at me with a wicked smile.
Finally, he reached down and pulled her head into his
crotch, forcing his cock into her throat. The sight of my
beautiful wife, lost in the throes of sexual excess, was a
tremendous turn on for me. My own cock was hard and
straining at my zipper. I reached down to stroke myself
through the fabric as his cum jetted into my wife's face.
Her cheeks sucked in and out as she swallowed his load,
something she never did for me. He turned his head towards
me, smiled, asked me if I was enjoying the view, and
winked. She continued to stroke and suck his tool, telling
him how hot he made her. He never seemed to lose his
erection, just pulled his cock from her lips and told her
to get out of the tub and bend over the toilet. As she did,
he slid his cock into her from the rear. He told me that I
was missing out, and asked her if she'd like to suck my
cock while he fucked her. I frantically undid my pants and
guided my cock to her mouth. The feel of her lips wrapped
around my flesh was wonderful, and she began taking me
deeper as she rocked forward from his powerful thrusts.
As he continued to fuck her, I realized that there was no
condom on his cock; that the package we had brought was
still sitting, unopened, on the counter. I asked them to
stop and put a condom on before he came inside her.
Instead, she pulled her mouth away from my cock and told us
to switch places. She wanted him in her mouth and me in
her cunt. In seconds, I was balls deep in her warm, juicy
hole as she lunged forward on his cock. The silky sensation
was somehow different, better than it had ever been. I
entered her by feel, as my eyes were riveted on her lips as
they worked his shaft. She is a beautiful and sexy woman in
the first place, and I had always felt she looked even
sexier when she sucked my cock. But this, this was the
most intense erotic vision I had ever experienced. My
beautiful wife was frantically sucking another man's pole
as I drilled into her sweet pussy. The situation was just
too much for me, and I exploded into her. As I pulled my
softening cock from her pussy lips, he pulled his erect
penis from her lips. He stepped over, and slid the head of
his cock between the red, gaping lips of her womanhood.
"Do I need to put on a rubber?" he asked, as he slid into her a
quarter of an inch. "Yes" I said, reaching for the package.
Her only response was a low moan. I handed him a condom,
which he quickly unwrapped and skinned onto his cock,
pulling it out of her for a few brief seconds. Then he slid
back into my lovely wife, causing her to cry out in
ecstasy. As he continued to drive into her, she began to cum
again and my own cock grew back to fullness. We took turns
for the next few hours, one of us in her pussy, one in her
mouth, sometimes breaking to kiss her, suck her breasts, or
lick her sweet pussy. I came two more times, he came at
least four, twice in condoms and twice more in her
mouth. She came over a dozen times as we filled her with
our cocks. The sun was rising as we left his room and drove
home, talking about the wildest parts of the evening. She
told me that she had several orgasms before I came into the
bathroom. She even opened my pants and sucked my limp
noodle while I drove. Although my cock was down for the
count, I was still excited as I kissed and licked her face,
neck, shoulders, and breasts while stopped at lights.
Later, as we held each other in bed, I thanked her for
allowing me to be a part of her adventure and she thanked
me for the wildest night of her life. I was excited at the
thought of our new life as swingers, and what it would do
to bring us closer together.
Later that day, when we woke up, she wouldn't discuss what
had happened. Our sex life was wild for several weeks, but
she wouldn't talk about our adventure. Later, she finally
admitted that it had happened, but denied any enjoyment of
it. I tried to remind her of how exciting it had been for
both of us, how many times she had cum. She insisted that
she had only acted out my fantasy because I had gotten her
drunk. She also accused me of only wanting to have
threesomes so that I could justify screwing other women.
I guess I'll just have to wait and see what the future brings.
- The End -
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