My wife Rachel and I moved in together while we were still dating; by the time we were both 21 we'd been together for a little under 3 years, and decided it was time to take that next step. We found a small one bedroom apartment across town from where we'd both lived, right down the street from the local bay. Looking back on it the apartment was overpriced and extremely undersized, but for 2 young kids without college degrees and both working part-time hours it was perfect. Moving out came with many changes and new experiences, and for us one of the biggest was the change that came into our sex life.
I had lost my virginity when I was 14, and even though I'd had a very large amount of sex over the years it was always with my ex-girlfriend. Rachel, on the other hand, lost her virginity at the age of 18 to me a few months after we'd been dating. Right from the beginning the sex was amazing, and while we would fuck every chance we could it often consisted of having to fit in quickies whenever possible since both of us still lived with our parents at the time. All of that changed once we had our own place though.
At some point during that first year in the apartment we decided to enact a new Thursday night tradition: I always had Fridays off of work and Rachel never went in until late, so Thursdays became a bonus "weekend" night of drinking and sexual fun. We would pull the bedroom mattress (a queen at the time) onto the living room floor, add some sheets and pillows, pour a couple of drinks, and put porn on the living room tv, which was much bigger than the tiny little thing in our room (the tv, not...you know). The porn selections started off pretty standard, and we would have sex right along with them. At one point during these weekly romps, a threesome scene entered the rotation; to be more specific, it was a scene with 2 men and 1 woman. I noticed instantly that Rachel was transfixed, watching with rapt attention as the men took turns pounding their partners body with throbbing cocks. The sex that night was intense, and the trend continued for the next few weeks in a row; a different scene each time, but still the same sexy 2 on 1 premise.
During one particularly heated session, and fueled by a few more drinks than usual, I finally asked Rachel the question that had been burning in my mind for the better part of a month: is that what she wanted? Her answer was a fast and resounding "YES!" and we both came almost instantly. After talking through her thoughts and desires, and discovering that it was something we BOTH wanted to happen, we moved on to the next crucial step - finding a second cock.
The following week passed by without much conversation about the topic, with both of us busy with work and spending time with friends. As we got closer to the next Thursday my mind began to race with thoughts of the dirty conversation I knew would be coming. That Tuesday I came home from work to find Rachel sitting on our couch, sipping a drink, and smiling somewhat wickedly at her phone in her hand.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked as I headed to the kitchen to grab a beer.
Rachel looked up at me with a sexy gleam in her eyes. "I was just chatting with Ryan. He's at work bored. At some point I happened to mention all the hot sex we'd been having lately; he asked what was fueling it and I told him about our fantasy, about how we both wanted to invite another man to have his way with me."
Hearing this made me freeze right in the living room; although it's something I'd wanted I had never expected to hear my shy Rachel being so open about it, especially with a close friend. Ryan had been a good friend in high school, and the friendship had only grown stronger over the years since graduation. We all hung out regularly, he'd even helped us move into the apartment!
"Oh really?" I replied. "So what did he say?"
"He admitted that he'd been fantasizing about having a threesome for years. I guess he'd come close like 2 years ago but it just didn't happen."
"Poor guy," I chuckled as I sat next to her on the couch. "Why do I get the feeling that's not all you talked about?"
Rachel looked at me with a devilish grin. "Oh it wasn't. I just casually asked if he was working this Thursday, and it turns out he's off Thursday through Sunday."
I could feel my heart begin to race. "Oh really? And..." She was teasing me with the information, and we both knew it.
"Well then I invited him over Thursday for dinner and drinks. Along with a suggestion that it seemed like as good a time as any for all of us to check having a threesome off our bucket list." She finished her drink and immediately dropped to the ground between my legs, her hands going to work unbuttoning my jeans.
I was shocked, to say the least. "Oh my God baby...What did he say?"
Rachel had my cock out of my boxers and was slowly stroking it as she answered. "He said he'd love to." She leaned forward and slipped my hardening length into her mouth.
"Mmm fuck baby. You're so naughty!" I wrapped my free hand in her thick brown hair. "Is that what you want baby?"
"Mmmhmm," she moaned around my hard cock, her tongue rolling around the tip.
"Tell me Rachel, I want to hear you say it."
Rachel pulled my dick from her mouth with a "pop" and looked me right in the eyes, her gaze filled with lust. "I want you and Ryan to take turns fucking me. I want a cock in my mouth and one deep in my pussy."
I didn't respond; I couldn't. I simply pushed her face down into the couch, discovered she was pantyless under her dress, and smiled as I drove my throbbing cock into her soaking wet pussy.
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So the plan had been set between my wonderful girlfriend Rachel and one of my closest friends Ryan, and before I knew it the day was upon us. To say I was distracted at work that day would be the understatement of the year; in truth, my mind was a constant beehive of thoughts, emotions, fears, and fantasies. The previous night Rachel and I had talked about the upcoming threesome in great detail, and she laid out the steps for me: She'd be home by 3 Pm that afternoon (her usual time), would do a tidying up of the apartment, and shower. I was off work at 5 Pm and planned to swing by the store to pick up supplies for a nice dinner, making sure to pick up enough food for 3. Ryan had said he'd be able to be at our place by 6:30 Pm so I was planning on dinner being ready at 7, which would give us a solid half hour for some "liquid courage."
By the time I got home Rachel had the apartment cleaned beyond reproach, so I did my best not to mess up all of her hard work while I cooked. After putting the groceries away I hopped quickly into the shower and changed into a relaxing pair of jeans and t-shirt; Rachel looked her usual stunning self in a pair of jean shorts and a tank top that did nothing to hide her amazing 40 DD breasts, not that they needed any hiding. Something told me that she was keeping a few surprises underneath those denim shorts and red tank top, but I had a feeling I'd be privy to an up close view later that evening. I started cooking dinner, a simple bolognese meat sauce over pasta, and poured Rachel her favorite drink - cherry rum and coke, making sure to follow our house rules of "floating the rocks" with the alcohol.
