LarryInSeattle
is an editor par excellence. I was embarrassed by some of the mistakes I allowed to creep into this chapter that he caught, spanked, and sent on their way.
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When my wife and I had discussed our sexual fantasies and scenarios we thought we both might enjoy, the idea of a three-way sexual encounter appealed to us. Of course I pushed for a night with my wife and another sexy woman, while my wife wanted to be ravished by two virile men. We each conceded it might be interesting to try the other's preference but only if it involved a third party with whom we were both
extremely
comfortable. We playfully suggested the names of various friends who might be available to fill the role of our third person, but none met our comfort threshold.
During much of the time my wife and I discussed and fantasized about the idea of having a three-way, my best friend was in a pretty serious relationship with a woman who was also our friend. Their split came about a year before the first time he and I had our first sexual encounter. Now, in light of our sexual intimacy, I began to reconsider him as a possible third. He and my wife had dated in college for almost a year. He was responsible for introducing us. He was a trusted friend to us both.
I was living out some of my sexual fantasies with him; maybe this situation could help me turn one of her fantasies into reality. Was it only two months ago that he had taken my cock into his mouth for the first time and tasted the flavor of her after she'd passed out on my birthday?
One night as we lay naked in bed, my hand between her legs massaging her sex as I licked her ear, I whispered, "When's the last time you thought about having a three-way, that you thought about two men using you, fucking you, until you couldn't move?"
She shuddered and moaned, gripping my wrist to ensure my hand remained where it was to stroke her clit. She reached her other hand and gripped my cock tightly. "Ooh," she moaned again, "tell me more."
I did. I masturbated her to a thunderous orgasm while whispering in her ear all of the things two men with hard cocks could do to and with her slender body. I kept stroking her after she came, bringing her closer to another peak. "Will you both take me at once?" she asked even though I thought she was too far gone into her own pleasure to form a coherent sentence.
"Of course," I said. Ever since we had first tried anal—and my wife's subsequent obsession with it as her favorite form of sex—one of her strongest fantasy urges was to experience double penetration. I had done my best with a dildo or two and my cock, but when she shared her deepest desires, the idea of double penetration was what rang her bell.
She rapidly approached another peak as I described the two cocks sliding into both her holes, filling her, when she blurted out, "It's gotta be you in my ass. My ass is only for you!"
This turned me on so much that I got to my knees and threw her skinny legs over my shoulders. I had lubed her pussy before when I started playing with it—even though she didn't really need it—because I have rough hands. Besides, everything is better with lube. I gathered as much of the lube and her own juices from her as I could with my hand and rubbed them on my cock before placing my head at her anal opening and plunging myself within.
Afterwards, we lay in the giant wet spot and struggled to return our breathing to normal. "That was so fucking intense," she panted.
"Yeah," I admitted, my mind foggy in the afterglow. "The idea of a double penetration really turns you on, doesn't it?"
Our eyes met. "Yes," she whispered.
"Let's do it, babe," I said. "Let's recruit a second cock to fill you."
"But who would we—," she started, thinking we were at the beginning of one of the endless round-and-round discussions to which all of our conversations on this topic had led.
I cut her off with the name of my best friend. Implicit in that name was the fact that he would be arriving in town in just four days to spend Christmas Eve and part of Christmas Day with us. That fact took the discussion from mere fantasy to the threshold of reality.
"You're really serious, aren't you?" she said after a moment.
"If you want this," I told her, "I want you to be able to try it at least once."
She kissed me hard. "Then, yes," she said. "Let's do it."
We stayed up to discuss things further and established some ground rules. She kissed me again and told me she'd leave the final details in my hands. We dozed off in each other's arms.
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Four days later I sat on the sofa with my best friend, smoking a joint as we caught each other up on our lives. My wife was out on an invented errand to pick up last minute items from the store. She wanted to give me time to bring up our proposal with him. Even though we were alone and sitting on the sofa where less than a year ago I had for the first time sucked his cock until he filled my mouth with his seed, I wasn't thinking about the past or even the present. My thoughts were occupied with the promise of what tonight might bring.
I brought our conversation around to sex and, eventually, to three-ways. As he warmed to the topic, I asked, "Have you ever thought about having a three-way with us?"
He caught my eye and held it. Very deliberately and earnestly he said, "Yes. I have. The two of you are my dearest friends and it's something I've fantasized about."
I was semi-stunned, never having really considered before that instant that someone out there might be fantasizing about having sex with my wife and me. I told him that a three-way had been part of our fantasy life your years and we had decided to try to make it happen. I let him know that he was our first—and only—choice for a third partner in bed.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't flattered," he admitted. Then, a puzzled look crossed his face and he asked, "You haven't told her about..." He pointed his finger back and forth between us.
"Us? No!" I said quickly. "We can't let her know about us."
