THE THREESOME.

By now, if you've read my other stories, you'll be quite familiar with the characters and the timeline. But, for the sake of clarity, let me refresh your memories.
About a year ago, after a bit too much wine, I blurted out, to my husband Steve, that I wanted a lover. Row followed row, but, I took the plunge and did it. More rows, but, to cut a long story short, he's now happy with the arrangement and it actually excites him. It was actually not long after I started seeing Alexander that this particular event happened.
It was a Sunday morning. Steve, and I, were having a lie-in. The previous day, he'd been golfing and I'd spent the afternoon in Alex's bed. I started to tell Steve what Alex had done to me and, of course, what I'd done to him. Before long, of course, Steve was hard and I was getting my brains fucked out.
During those frantic fucks, I've often asked him if he'd like to see me being fucked by another man. It's always been a fantasy of mine to get laid while he watches me. I'm not sure why, but the thought makes me tingle. Anyway, he usually doesn't answer the question, or, mumbles something like, “I'm not sure about that”. Anyway, we were just lying there, enjoying those precious after-sex moments. I was stroking his cock, wiping the last remnants of spunk onto my fingers. “Might be fun”, he said. “What are you on about. What might be fun”, I asked. “Watching you get fucked by another man”.
I was genuinely taken aback. Bear in mind, it was a good 10 minutes since I'd asked that question and, as I've said, I don't usually get his nod of approval. I sat up and, desperate not to let the moment pass, asked if he'd just watch or would he want to join in. “What would you prefer ?” “I think I'd like you to join in.” I leant over and kissed him, my hand still on his cock. God, he was getting stiff, again. The next thing, we were banging away again.
Well, that Sunday, and the next few days were a revelation. As well as the usual chat, we always finished up talking about a threesome. Obviously the burning question was, who would it be. We went through loads of options. Alexander, my lover, maybe. No, it was early days with him and, to be fair, I didn't want to frighten him off. Do it away from home. Pick up a stranger. So many options.
After a few days, we'd finally come up with a plan. John, Steve's business partner. Perfect. He was divorced, due to one infidelity too many. He was fit. He fancied me. Forever touching my arse when the opportunity arose. I wrote a story, called “Showing Off” involving him. We both agreed it had to appear that it “just happened”. We didn't want Steve to bluntly say, do you fancy coming to fuck the wife. So, we set about planning every little detail, including the what ifs and other contingencies. I'll not go into the planning, at this stage. I'm sure you'll get much more out of it as you read about the evening unfolding.
John visited our house regularly. He and Steve would go through business issues, drink loads of wine and, occasionally watch some smutty DVD after they were well and truly pissed. Bear in mind, they'd known each other for years, had lads holidays together and were certainly not shy, in each others presence. I'd usually go off to bed, using the one in the den, giving the pair the opportunity to do what boys do, without any embarrassment. I'm not sure if that was normal behaviour, but, I suppose the industrial quantities of wine, beer and Scotch did much to dispel any inhibitions they had. John would normally stay overnight, making use of one of our spare bedrooms. Steve would go to bed in our master bedroom. Being pissed and having already emptied his balls, he was of no use to me. I have to say, if ever I was in the mood, I was tempted to go and give John a nudge. But, knowing he was probably comatose, as well, I'd stay, on my own, in the den, settling for my ever reliable fingers.

So, the day arrived. Steve got on with his pre-agreed tasks. He fiddled with the lounge TV. You'll understand why, later.

I went into the den and made up the large bed in there. Quite normal, really, because, as I've said, I sleep there when John's around. This time, though, I replaced the white, cotton sheets, with some sexy black silk ones. No duvet, just two very thin sheets, one under and one over. Straightening them out, and plumping up the pillows, in their black silk covers, I was already starting to tingle. I stood, by the bed, my mind wandering. I was picturing myself, stark naked, my legs wide open, getting fucked senseless by one cock, then another.
Stop it ! Back to reality. Things to do. I took my strappiest chemise from the wardrobe and lay it on the bed. It was very short, just reaching crotch level, so I dug out some slightly see-through pants and lay them next to it.
Steve brought in a couple of full length, free-standing mirrors. I lay on the bed and he moved them into position, under my guidance. We both wanted to see as much of the action, as we could. OK, it was a bit hit and miss, but, you get the idea.
Wine chiller filled, bottles of beers in the fridges. Bags of nibbles strategically placed, although, to be fair I was expecting them to nibble me, not a crisp.
A quick coffee, we sat in the garden, both of us unusually quiet. I asked if he was still ok with what was going to happen. He said he was and asked how I was feeling. A little nervous, but, yes, I was already aroused. “I'll go and get dressed. You stay here, or we'll probably end up fucking. And, I want your balls full for tonight.”
I giggled as I went down the hall, into the bedroom. Unusually for me, plain cotton knickers and plain white bra, low-cut cups, but not a hint of lace. We'd decided that I shouldn't wear some Janet Reger stuff. Might seem a little bit pre-planned and this had to “just happen”. I slipped into the underwear and then a simple white blouse and blue jeans. Yes, just right for a lazy Saturday, I thought to myself as I looked at myself in the mirror. No make-up, not even a quick brush of the hair.
Anyway, John arrived at 3 o'clock and they settled into their work, at the table, in the den. I spent most of my time gardening, but kept them supplied with wine and bottles of beer. This was going perfectly. For the next few hours, they worked, chatted, laughed and joked. I did some work in the garden, put a few wash loads on, joined them for a drink, those sorts of things. The Chinese food arrived, on cue, and we ate it, at the table where they were working. All very civilised, don't you agree.
It was now about 9pm. Time, really, to get this show on the road. “Right, time for a swim,” I announced. The pool house adjoins the den by glass wall, with a sliding glass panel. I walked towards it, unbuttoning my blouse. Just as I stepped through the door, I unbuttoned the waist stud on my jeans and pulled the zip fully down, to my crotch. Perfectly on cue, Steve asked me to get them a couple of drinks, saying the chiller, in the den, was empty. I tutted, of course, but, turned and walked past the table, heading for the kitchen. John's eyes, of course, suddenly diverted from his paperwork and fixed on my bra, clearly on view through my wide open blouse, the top halves of my breasts unashamedly on view.
I went to the kitchen, grabbed a couple of cold beers and, smiling to myself, headed back to the boys. Standing in between them, I put the bottles on the table. John's eyes dropped immediately, the front of my knickers completely exposed. Although they were plain cotton, they were quite a scanty pair, the elastic at the sides, high up on my hips, but the front plunging low, down to my pubes. In fact, the top half inch, or so, of my well manicured jet black runway was on view. I patted Steve on the head, “Will that be all, your Majesty.” He smiled, adding “That'll be all, wench.” “If you want any more, you'd better get it yourself. Unless, of course, you want a naked waitress serving you”. I quickly added, “Don't even think about. Remember, we've got company”. With that, I threw my blouse onto the table, covering their papers. As I walked to the door, I pulled my jeans down to my thighs and wiggled my backside, before pulling them back up, to step through the glass door.
Once in the pool room, I slid the door shut and closed the vertical blinds. As planned, I switched on the portable fan, near the blinds. Lovely, cool air started to circulate. Steve had positioned it so that, as the fan oscillated, it would blow some of the lats open, for a few seconds, offering a view, into the pool room, from the den. They would then close for a few seconds. It was a beautiful touch !
With my back to the window, I undid my bra and, to avoid my strip being too theatrical, threw it, straight away onto a lounger. Bear in mind, John was sat, facing the window, Steve had his side to the window. John could watch me, thinking Steve was oblivious to my movements. Steve knew, of course, exactly what was going on. I felt the cool air on my back, telling me the blinds would also have blown slightly, creating a gap. I pushed my jeans down my legs and stepped out of them. I turned so I was sideways on to the window. The gap re-appeared as I, with perfect timing slipped my knickers off. Again, so as to avoid that this was intentional, I went straight to the edge of the pool and dived in. I assumed, by now, that John would have a hard-on.
I swam a few lengths, floated for a while and, as per the script, shouted, “Would one of you kind gentlemen bring me a beer. Steve, pretending to do some intricate calculations, asked John to oblige. Obviously, John was up, like a shot, and within seconds, was stood next to the pool. I swam, from the far side, giving him a wonderful view of my bare bum. When I reached the side, I put both elbows on the edge and looked right up at him. The water lapped, partially baring my tits, then covering them, before baring them yet again. I reached up and took hold of the bottle, my tits now completely out of the water, before slipping back under it, as I slid back in. “Thank you, John, sorry to interrupt you two.” “No problem, whatsoever, Madam.” Looking at the bulge in his shorts, I'll bet he'd have walked on burning coals to have got that close to my naked body. “Do me a favour. Throw me a towel, would you.” He brought one to the side of the pool and, as expected, just stood there. “You can go now. I think I can manage from here”. He called me a “Spoilsport”, and went back to the den. It was all going, quite literally, swimmingly. Yes, I could have been far too brazen, at that point, and paraded naked, in front of him, like I wanted to. But, no, it still seemed ever so innocent, in a way.
I wrapped the towel around me and, after a few minutes, joined them, in the den. Their work was almost complete now. It was still a very warm day and they were sat there in just their shorts. We chatted a bit more. I suddenly announced, accompanied by an exaggerated yawn, “I'm ready for bed and, gentlemen, I'm going to sleep in here, so, if you're going to watch some smutty movie, you can go into the lounge.” They grabbed their drinks and left the den, closing the connecting door to the lounge.
I slipped into the cami-top and knickers, got between the sheets, picked up my book, and waited. “This fucking television”, shouted Steve. “What's up, now”, I shouted back, fully aware of what the issue was. Remember, I said, early on, in this tale, that he'd messed around with it. He'd taken the fuse out of the DVD player. “Bloody thing won't work”. After more fiddling, grunting and groaning, from the pair of them, I shouted, “For Christ's sake, come and put it on in here, then,” So, the fun started.
They pressed “Start” and, before long, some starlet was stripping off and getting far too much pleasure from her power shower. Steve and John were sat on the edge of the bed, partially blocking my view of the massive screen on the opposite wall. After a few minutes, of course, a well-hung chap joins her and, yes, he starts fucking her. I passed my book to John, asking him to put it on the bedside table. I was lying in the middle of this vast bed and couldn't reach it, myself. He kindly obliged and I patted both sides of the bed suggesting Steve and John should move back, a little, so as not to obscure my view of the screen. God, she wasn't half getting some. “Lucky bloke”, muttered John. “Lucky her”, I corrected him.
“Are you not getting into bed ?”, I asked Steve. Knowing the script, he stood up, slipped his shorts off and got in bed, in just his pants. I stroked John's back. “There's room for a little one”, I encouraged him to do the same. “It's a lot more comfortable.” He, duly, obliged, affording me a nice view of his bulge, and it most certainly wasn't a little one, before he covered it with the sheet.
So there I was, Steve on my left, John on my right. John's hand strayed to my belly, just resting it there, on the thin silk covering it. I lifted the hem and his hand now rested on the skin. He moved it lower, and just as he started to push his fingers into my knickers, I gently took hold of his wrist and moved it back upwards. Still holding his wrist, I guided his hand to make circular movements around my belly button. I turned towards Steve, kissed him on the cheek, “Are you ok”. A faint, “Yes”, came from his mouth, so I pushed my free hand down his pants. “Take these off”. It was perfectly obvious to John that Steve was now naked.
John's hand started to move downwards, yet again. I held his wrist firmly, as I moved my own left hand downwards, brushing against his secured hand, on it's journey into my knickers. I spread my legs wide as my fingers reached my cunt, leaving both John and Steve in no doubt what I was now going to do. I took my eyes off the screen and, looking straight up at the ceiling gasped out loud as I fingered myself. A quick orgasm and I sat bolt upright, my back towards Steve. Unceremoniously, I grabbed the hem of my cami-top and flung it across the room.
I grabbed the waistband of John's pants and pulled them down and off. My mouth went straight to his cock, almost choking myself as it touched the back of my throat. I felt Steve's hands on my knickers ripping them down my legs. I spread my legs and felt his fingers pulling my cunt lips wide and then his tongue lapping away.
John's cock was actually bigger than Steve's and ever so stiff. He had lovely balls, too. I licked his length ever so slowly. I wanted to arouse him, not make him cum too soon. I don't mind somebody emptying their balls on my face, or in my mouth, but I much prefer it, if the fill my cunt with spunk.
I had to stop licking John as Steve made me cum, his fingers wiggling inside me, and his tongue deep between my bum cheeks. I let out a few gasps and gave his face a light spraying. It was round about that time, that I straddled John. Steve kindly grabbed hold of John's cock and guided it inside me as I adopted the cowgirl position. Mind you, no guidance was necessary. His cock was rigid and my cunt was dripping. John's hands went straight to my nipples, so hard, by now, they could poke a man's eye out. His eyes were transfixed on my jet black runway bending with my movements as my cunt ground away on that gorgeous cock.
I felt Steve behind me as he moved the tip of his equally hard cock up and down the crack between my bum cheeks. I leant forward, affording Steve more room as the gap, between my bum cheeks, widened. OH I do love that feeling. He's done it to me loads of times, but, never before, of course, when I've another cock in me. Leaning forward, of course, pushed my tits onto John's hairy chest. I moved them from side to side, enjoying the feel of that manly chest on my nipples. Then, my second orgasm. I grabbed John's hair and grunted aloud as my body shook, my head thrusting backwards. I lifted my lower body, leaving just the tip of John's cock inside. Steve instinctively knew what I wanted and moved his cock from my bum to my cunt, too. He pushed his slightly in, too. Just a couple of seconds and whoosh, the flood gates opened, me spraying both cocks. My whole body shuddered again as I lowered my cunt, taking a little more of both cocks inside. More spray as the two cocks stretched me, making me gasp aloud.
Steve grabbed my waist and pushed me onto my back, his cock going straight inside me. I wrapped my legs around his thrusting bum, as he lifted his chest allowing John access to my tits. While John licked them voraciously, I gripped his cock, marvelling at it's rigidity. I pulled him towards me, my lips finding the tip of his cock. God, he tasted good. Mind you, most of it was my own juice which I hungrily lapped up. I closed my eyes. Here was I, being fucked by my husband, while I sucked another man's cock, the same man, who, a few minutes ago was fucking me, too, while my husband watched. Was I in heaven. The pounding in my chest almost drowned out the splashing in my cunt. Another orgasm was building up, as Steve emptied his balls inside me. That took me over the edge, as my whole body shook and jerked and another squirt engulfed me. His spunk splashed down my legs, forced out of my cunt by my own stuff. Then John came in my mouth. I gagged a little as his length choked me, that glorious spunk spurting into the roof of my mouth, before I gulped it down my throat. Steve slumped to my side, spent. John fell in similar style to my other, his cock still twitching, as the last remnants of his spunk ****** from it. I lay between them, a little breathless maybe, basking in the enormity of what I'd just done.
The film continued. “Steve, why don't you pause that.” He pressed the appropriate button on the remote. I knelt between them, leaning over them both, in turn, giving each a little kiss on the lips. “We can watch some more, when we've got our breath back.”
After a few minutes, I was quite ready, and capable of going at it again. Men, of course, are normally finished for the night. But, of course, this was not a normal situation. Even though they'd both cum, they were still sort of semi-hard. I flicked the remote and our starlets got on with their pleasures. The men's attentions turned to the screen, as one of the stars was experiencing the thrill of a black guy ramming his cock into her, doggy-style. I started stroking both cocks, simultaneously, both of them responding well to that stimulus. It wasn't long before both of them were stiff, not rock hard, I must admit, but sufficiently so, to push inside my cunt, still ever so wet. I got on my hands and knees, head towards the screen. “Which one of you is going to fuck me like this. No, don't tell me. Get behind me and one of you get on with it. I'll try to guess.” I was desperately trying to temper the seriousness of sex with the fun.
In it went, plunging deep. No in and out thrusting, just ever so deep. He grabbed into the flesh of my thighs and gyrated his torso as his cock filled my cunt. Lifting, and lowering, my thighs, his cock filled every cubic inch of cunt. I couldn't support my upper body, my tits being dragged in each and every direction across those silk sheets. I reached down, between my legs, fingering myself as, whoever it was, fucked me. I looked at his arms. It was John.
Then he started the rough stuff. He rammed it in and out, mercilessly. My elbows dug into the mattress, my fists clenched, my head pressed into the mattress, each thrust straining my neck. This was just real fucking. Then he came inside me, Pussy farts galore as his spunk splashed around, inside me. I remember Steve coming to my side and pushing John away. Not violently, more a sort of “it's my turn, Buddy” shove.
He pushed me onto my back. I gripped the back of his neck with both of my hands, and spread my legs wide as he easily pushed his cock into my gaping cunt. God, now he was stiff. He told me afterwards that watching me getting fucked was the most exciting thing he'd ever seen in his life, and, believe me, the sheer hardness of his cock proved that. I've felt some hard cocks in my time, but Steve's, on that night, awesome. And so, he started. Slowly, in and out. Quickening all the time. His lips found mind. His hands gripped mine, stretching them out to my sides, as far as I could reach. My calves pressed into his bum cheeks. He was going much quicker now. My mouth moved away from his. I needed air. My calves released their grip on his arse as my legs rose in the air. My feet started to curl. I looked to my side, John was wanking himself, his cock perilously close to my face.
Steve was now at fever pitch, grunting and jerking as he fucked me. Then, I felt it coming. The heat, that trembling inside. I wanted to grip my hands around his back, but he'd still got me trapped, my arms stretched out to my sides. The trembling got more intense, the heat rose. I gasped that precious air. I'm going to faint. Oh Shit ! My whole body jerked and spasmed as wave after wave of pleasure took my inner body temperature to well beyond boiling point. Then, of course, that inevitable tidal wave, perfectly timed to coincide with the spunk spurting out of his amazing cock.
I let my head fall back to the pillow, laying there, sweating, panting, my eyes closed. Then I felt it. I opened my eyes to see John squeezing the end of his cock, sending yet another load of spunk onto my tits. My hands now free, I massaged the spunk into my nipples.
I don't think it was too long before we were all asleep. I do remember, though, that twice, during the hours of darkness, I woke up. The first time, I disturbed John and we had another quickie. The second time, I disturbed Steve. He was completely knackered, so, like a good wife, I went down on him. We then had a lovely cuddle and I told him how much I loved him.

The following morning, I had one final task to do. Steve made himself scarce and I cornered John. Yes, he started telling me what a gorgeous woman I was, etc. I cut him short. I told him that last night should never have happened. It was a mistake, made after too much wine. And, most importantly, it would never happen again. And, it won't. It was an agreement Steve and I had before the thing happened and I will never break it. John has tried it on, three times since, but a very hard, almost vicious, slap round the face, on each of those occasions, has cooled his ardour.