Some years ago, my wife and I, who have always brought fantasies into our lovemaking, were in the habit of suggesting people who might be interested in joining in our lovemaking sessions. We had not taken things any further up until then, but had suggested various friends that we both knew and were comfortable with; both men and women.
When asked whether she would prefer a man or woman to join us, my wife said that she thought maybe a woman would be the better option for the first time, as it would be a gentler, more romantic experience in her eyes, and would be less likely to lead to any jealous thoughts occurring.( At that time neither of us knew how much enjoyment we would both get from bringing both men and women into our sex lives, with no jealousy on either side; that all being in the future.)
We discussed various women friends; one of whom was a clear leader to us both. Her name was Angela; a divorcee who lived around the corner from us; who we'd known for about three years or so, having met down the local pub we all frequented at the time. The three of us got on really well, to the extent that in the past we'd discussed things such as penis size; how large a penis both my wife and Angela preferred; whether they shaved their pubic hair, and similar topics. (Angela stated that she liked to keep a "shaven haven" as she called it.)
Although my wife and I both thought that Angela might be interested in joining us, you never really know until the topic is broached. This eventually happened when we were all attending the wedding of the two people who ran the local pub. This resulted in an all day session at the pub, with a band in a marquee later in the evening. The three of us had spent all day in each other's company, and at one point, when were briefly alone, I asked my wife if she thought that this might be an ideal opportunity to broach the subject of Angela joining in with us.
My wife was in favour, partly I think because of the amount of alcohol we had all imbibed. This led to me asking Angela a little later if she would be interested. Instead of being shocked, which was my fear, she instead said that she didn't know that we thought of her in that way. She was a little concerned though that we were asking her only because she was living on her own, and had no love life of her own to speak of. I tried my best to reassure her that our motives were only influenced by the fact that as the three of us got on so well, we almost regarded each other as partners in a way, and that both I and my wife actually fancied her, and would love it if she was in fact interested in both of us. If that were the case, we could help each other become even closer than at present, whilst heightening all our sex lives at the same time.
While I was talking in this fashion, I had put my hand on Angela's knee, and was slowly rubbing along her leg. As the three of us were sat at a large round table at the far end of the long "lounge bar", with me sitting between the two ladies, I was easily able to put hands on both women's legs at the same time and slowly caress them equally. My wife was also taking part in the conversation, and had reassured Angela that both of us felt the same way towards her, and that she hoped that Angela would join in a session of lovemaking with the two of us, and was really looking forward to the sensation of touching another woman, a new sensation for her.
By now my hands had progressed up the legs of both women, jointly caressing them until my hands were just touching both their panties. Angela had opened her legs for me, as had my wife, and they were both smiling at each other and at me as I started to massage the fronts of their pants.
By now I had a lovely hard on, and looked down to it to attract both women's eyes to that fact, it raising a nice tented front to my suit trousers. I asked them both, "Why don't you both take your pants off?" to which they looked at each other first, then sort of shrugged and both started to raise their backsides and slip off their pants, putting them into their handbags. I coaxed them to move their chairs closer to me, and when settled raised both their skirts enough to reveal their pussies to my view. Angela did really have a "shaven haven" as she'd said, compared to my wife's pussy which had a strip of pubic hair left above her slit, the rest shaven also.
For about thirty minutes I slowly fingered them both, whilst remaining aware of where we were, and careful not to raise any suspicions by my movements. At the same time I kept up a dialogue, asking both women if they were enjoying my ministrations, and suggesting to them what we could all get up to when we went home, the different combinations we could try out to make sure we all enjoyed ourselves to the maximum, whilst putting two, then three fingers into them both, and being rewarded at different times by both of their bodies going rigid with almost explosive orgasms. My only slight regret was that in the situation we were in, it wasn't physically practical for either of them to pull my cock as I would have liked, but I was enjoying what was happening too much to really regret anything, instead looking forward in anticipation to what would happen later.
A little while later, the bride and groom started circulating around the pub asking everyone if they'd enjoyed the day, etc. This prompted me to stop what I was doing and dry my hands whilst the women rearranged their skirts, so that nothing was amiss when the hosts came around. We all thanked them for their reception, and the live entertainment provided, and as quite a few people were now leaving , decided to follow suit.
We walked arm in arm up the road, until we approached the turn off where Angela lived. She said "Coming back to mine, for a drink?" with a giggle, and led the way to her home. When we got there, Angela fixed us all a drink while I put on some quiet music. My wife and Angela sat on a settee; I sat on a chair facing them.
After a while of chit chat, my wife put down her drink and reached over to kiss Angela on the lips( a first for both of them), at the same time undoing Angela's blouse, then her front opening bra, to expose her tits to our view. Whilst kissing her, she caressed Angela's tits fervently; Angela trying her best at the same time to access my wife's tits. My wife rarely wears a bra, and shrugged her top off her shoulders enabling Angela free access to her tits.
