This is based on a TRUE story.
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My wife and I had toyed with the idea of a threesome with another woman for years. Sometimes, it was just dirty talk while in bed. Other times, it went a bit further. For example, my wife went out drinking with her friends one time and returned home to tell me how she had almost convinced the waitress to join her. Several years of this led to us deciding to pursue this fantasy a bit more seriously.
Our first attempt to find another woman was through a well-known website devoted to adult personals. We had some luck, but not much. We did manage, however, to find one woman that met us out for drinks. It was an OK time, but there wasn't much chemistry. I think she was more open to the idea of a couple, than actually going through with anything.
Our search continued on for another year, us occasionally looking on line for another woman. Needless to say, there were slim pickings. We had several replies, but none followed through with an actual meeting. That all changed when we replied to Sandy's Craigslist ad. The ad itself described her as a soft-butch lesbian that was interested in exploring with a male/female couple. She was a few years older than us, but definitely within our age range. It was posted for the nearest city to us, which meant at least an hour drive, but we were willing to travel, if necessary.
I didn't expect much from my first reply to the ad and was surprised that she responded. She sounded like she knew exactly what she wanted and we hit it off in our subsequent emails. She wasn't interested in anything long-term, which was fine for us. After a few emails, we asked if she wanted to meet for a drink. She agreed and suggested a gay bar in her city. My wife and I talked it over and decided to give it a go. We even prepared for things working out and brought a bagful of our favorite toys and a stack of condoms, just in case we ended up staying the night.
The drive to the city was exciting. We passed the time by talking about what she might look like and what to expect. My wife was convinced that Sandy was completely masculine and that I wouldn't find her attractive. I was more cautiously optimistic and figured that we'd have to wait and see. Before we knew it, we were there at the club.
It was still relatively early and the club was pretty empty. The bartender, an older man wearing leather chaps, gave us an odd look, but didn't say anything when we ordered. My wife and I grabbed a seat at one of the tables and waited. We received a few looks from the obviously gay couples that walked in, but were left alone. Finally, a woman strolled in alone and looked around. My wife turned to me and said, "That has to be her."
We called our her name and she walked over to our table and sat down. I took the opportunity to evaluate her as she walked. She definitely had some masculine qualities, but she wasn't completely butch, either. She had short dark hair and wore a baggy shirt, but her face was more than feminine. Her pants were more form-fitting than her shirt and the curvature of her rear was visibly noticeably. Overall, she was definitely attractive.
The conversation was surprisingly good. She was well educated and articulate. Our careers were also similar, giving the three of us common ground to discuss. I made sure that everyone's glasses were full and headed back to the bar for refills a few times. We probably talked for two hours before the conversation began to hit a lull. I don't remember who made the suggestion, but everyone agreed that we should head to a place more intimate.
The plan was simple: we'd follow Sandy to pick up some alcohol and then head to one of the local hotels. We first stopped at a nearby gas station and headed for the coolers, but the attendant at the counter said that city law stopped sales after nine. It was the first time that I was able to see Sandy in the light. She was in shape, from what I could tell, and was more feminine than my first impression of her. Sandy then suggested we try another liquor store that was just outside of the city limits, so we hopped back in our cars and headed there. After procuring alcohol, we then headed to one of the hotels just off of the highway.
I was hit with a wave of excitement and nervousness as we walked into the hotel. I took the lead and approached the clerk to get a room for us, while my wife and Sandy waited behind me. The clerk asked if I wanted a room with a king-sized bed or two doubles. I opted for the king size and then wondered if she knew what was going on. If she did, she didn't say anything and gave me the key cards with a polite smile. The three of us headed to the room in silence.
We finally arrived at the room, six-packs in hand. It was definitely an awkward mood. I don't remember exactly what we talked about, but the conversation was dulled from what it had been at the bar. It was a tsunami of nervousness, coupled with excitement. Each of us chugged several beers in a matter of minutes, even thought it had felt like hours.
The conversation turned to logistics, now that we had a bit of liquid courage in us. How should we start thing off? Did the girls want to begin, while I just watch? Eventually, it was decided that all of us should get onto the bed and undress each other. This was it; it was finally going to happen.
We sat on the bed in a circle, taking turns with two people caressing the third. We were no longer nervous; our desires had taken over. Four hands caressed each body as we rotated our attention to each person.
My wife, beautiful as ever, was the first to be naked. Always the more outgoing of us, she stripped off her own shirt and bra in no time. Most men would die to touch her smooth skin. Sandy and I each played with one of my wife's perfect B-cups. We competed as rivals to stimulate my wife, our tongues each caressing a nipple of their own. My wife moaned in ecstasy. She raised Sandy's head and passionately kissed her. After kissing, my wife did her trademark expression of biting her lower lip and smiling.
Sandy's turn was equally exhilarating. Her feminine form hid behind layers of clothes intended to hide it, like a present waiting to be unwrapped. Her baggy shirt opened to reveal a surprisingly large chest, easily C-cups. Her body also revealed other surprising characteristics, like the tattoo on her back. Her armpits were unshaven, giving her form an exotic appeal. Removal of her bra revealed another feature that would stand out in my memory: her areolas were very large, taking up far more of her breasts than my wife's did. She removed her pants and panties in one motion, the tufts of her naturally hairy pussy faintly noticeable in the dim light. My hand instinctively reached between her legs and gently probed her folds. To my surprise, she was already quite wet.
I was the last to be stripped. Both women felt along my legs until reaching my already-hard cock, stroking it through my pants. The feeling was incredible. My wife seemed to take the lead over Sandy's nervousness, probably due to her familiarity with my body. I reached out and caressed the breasts of both women, my wife in my left hand and Sandy in my right. I felt like a king. My pants were soon unbuttoned and I was left wearing only my t-shirt.
"Have you ever had sex with a guy before?," my wife asked Sandy.
"No," Sandy replied, flatly.
