1.The beginning
My wife “Anne”, and I had a great sex life. Always fun, adventurous, and often filled with fantasy talk about other people, either joining us, or solely with Anne. Years before, we’d had a foursome with another couple that I’d previously had a relationship with. It was fun, but neither of us were really looking for anything besides each other, so it was kind of a one-off. But this time, years later, it was different. I think it might have been me that started it. Playfully mentioning “Tony”. Then there was that little something in Anne. Yes it was fun, but actually, somewhere inside, it seemed like a nice idea after all. With time, the talk got hotter, and more frequent. Tony seemed to get mentioned just about every time we had sex.
2.The conversation
Anne was in the kitchen, Tony was in the living room with me. Sitting around, shooting the breeze. Then out of the blue, “Tony, tell me something, have you ever though of fucking Anne?”. Tony almost choked. Where on earth did that come from? My eyes were settled comfortably on him. No macho games here. Fun like this should just be casual, friendly, playful…not predatory, or humiliating.
Quietly, under his breath, and very cautiously, “Well, yes. I have thought about that.”
A moment.
“So have I” I answered. That giddy feeling is coming over me. Feels like thin ice, venturing out like this. “I love Anne so much, it really turns me on to think of her having sex with somebody else.”
Glances exchanged, the rest is silent contemplation. A minute or two later, Anne joins us, totally oblivious to our conversation. We continue with the rest of our day.
3.The warmup
A week or two later, Tony was over, and a few drinks got poured. The talk was fun, and silly – you know, playful, but open. I’d been in this situation before. People that wanted something to happen, but didn’t know how to make a start. I stood up, and casually left the room.
It took no longer than about 30 seconds. Then I walked back in the room, butt naked and sat down again.
Open laughter, nervous giggles. Someone had to break the ice.
I sat, comfortable, confident and calm with Anne, and my guest a few feet away. Tony, with a burst of Dutch courage, pulled off his T-shirt, and pushed down his trousers. Now there are two naked guys in the living room!
Tony’s had on-off problems with erectile dysfunction, and this was a typical moment for him, where he just had to live with his cock taking a nap. Me? I was hard, and staying hard.
Anne just took everything really slowly, and just enjoyed our company for a while. It must have been about 15 minutes or so, before she left the room. Tony and I made cheeky glances at each other, smiling naughtily. Tony’s always been open about being a regular guy, and part of being a regular guy is having a healthy curiosity about trying all kinds of sexual things. I’m like Tony I guess. Couldn’t say I’m bi, but I’ve had a few good experiences with another cock. Tony was wondering….
Anne returned, this time, in just a robe – untied. Sitting beside him again, into the corner of the sofa, she settled and got comfortable, and carried on chatting with us. There’s no pressure, there’s no hurry. Tony, Anne and I can steal glances at each others lovely nudity, and enjoy the evening. Half an hour or more may have passed.
At some point, I moved across to the sofa, and lay down near them. Tony and Anne make conversation about my cock. He’s very good, quite brave. He admits he’d like to try sucking it, but has all kinds of apprehensions blocking it. No problem. Everyone’s comfortable. Everyone’s just happy to be here. Anne and Tony position themselves adjacent to my body, and get a close look at my hard cock, just talking about it. “You could try sucking it if you’d like” says Anne, “it’s such a nice one isn’t it?”.
A few moments passed.
Carefully, and quietly, Tony reached forward, and took my cock in his hand, then wrapped his lips around the top. I’ve got to say, it felt really nice. It was a lovely, tender moment. We were all friends, and this was one of those quiet, vulnerable moments in someones’ life where you just had to let them know your close, and absolutely no-one is judging. We were all in support of our mutual adventure.
Anne got in close, and joined Tony by licking my balls. It was all too much. I had to tell them not to both go at me, as I’d come too soon, and there was so much more I wanted to enjoy with them that evening. Tony pulled away and moments later, appeared behind Anne, quickly, and without any hesitation, running his tongue up her crack, and licking her asshole. Man, that was rude. Anne turned her head to me, and her eyes rolled momentarily. This was getting to be quite fun. With a turn and a shuffle, Tony had maneuvered beneath Anne, and started to lick her pussy. There I was, lying on the sofa, watching Tony with his head under Anne, obviously enjoying her delicious puss.
My turn to move. I passed by Anne, stopping for a lovely kiss, and took up a position between Tony’s legs, and started sucking his dick. Still quite limp, I gave it a few minutes of gentle head, to get him up. I knew what I wanted to happen next.
“Anne darling, I’d really love to watch Tony fuck you. Would you like to sit on the sofa?”. I barely waited for a response, and left the room in search of a condom.
Back in the room, I found Anne slowly moving away from Tony’s mouth, onto the sofa. “Here” I said, handing him the Durex. Tony got to work with that, and Anne and I exchanged a few moments sweet nothings. Then she opened here legs.
Man, I have to tell you, there’s nothing more breath-taking, and exhilarating, than to imagine the scene where your wife openly signals that she’s ready to fuck someone in front of you. That moment could have lasted forever. I’ll never forget it. Tony was coming around the side of me, and then he was kneeling in front of her.
Then it happened. Another cock, right there, rubbing against my wifes pussy. Tony took hold of it, and tried to guide it into her.
But then the dysfunction problem hit home. It just wasn’t going to happen.
We quietly wound down the moment, and just fell around the room, happy, horny, relaxed. After a while we all started to drift off, and made our way to sleeping arrangements.
4.The analysis
About 2 weeks later, Tony was giving me a lift to Ikea Wembley. I needed to get something heavy, so he was there to help out. It’s about a 20-30 minute drive, depending on the roads. This time, it was the slower. We listened to the radio, and chatted about a whole bunch of things.
“How do you feel about the other night?” I asked. “Ah man, that was really fun.” he replied. We talked about a few things that happened during the evening, and again, out of the blue, I said “You know what I’d really like?”, “No, what?”. A pause. “Tony, I’d love to watch you fuck Anne. Then you know what? I’d love to watch you cum in her, because you know why? I don’t understand what it means, but I’d really love to eat her pussy, full of cum. I think that’s got to be the sexiest thing ever.” Tony was silent. Then he readjusted his bulge. “Man, that’s fucking rude. I think I’m going to have to toss myself off later”. I laughed at that. Hey, he got a bulge too, did you notice?
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My wife “Anne”, and I had a great sex life. Always fun, adventurous, and often filled with fantasy talk about other people, either joining us, or solely with Anne. Years before, we’d had a foursome with another couple that I’d previously had a relationship with. It was fun, but neither of us were really looking for anything besides each other, so it was kind of a one-off. But this time, years later, it was different. I think it might have been me that started it. Playfully mentioning “Tony”. Then there was that little something in Anne. Yes it was fun, but actually, somewhere inside, it seemed like a nice idea after all. With time, the talk got hotter, and more frequent. Tony seemed to get mentioned just about every time we had sex.
2.The conversation
Anne was in the kitchen, Tony was in the living room with me. Sitting around, shooting the breeze. Then out of the blue, “Tony, tell me something, have you ever though of fucking Anne?”. Tony almost choked. Where on earth did that come from? My eyes were settled comfortably on him. No macho games here. Fun like this should just be casual, friendly, playful…not predatory, or humiliating.
Quietly, under his breath, and very cautiously, “Well, yes. I have thought about that.”
A moment.
“So have I” I answered. That giddy feeling is coming over me. Feels like thin ice, venturing out like this. “I love Anne so much, it really turns me on to think of her having sex with somebody else.”
Glances exchanged, the rest is silent contemplation. A minute or two later, Anne joins us, totally oblivious to our conversation. We continue with the rest of our day.
3.The warmup
A week or two later, Tony was over, and a few drinks got poured. The talk was fun, and silly – you know, playful, but open. I’d been in this situation before. People that wanted something to happen, but didn’t know how to make a start. I stood up, and casually left the room.
It took no longer than about 30 seconds. Then I walked back in the room, butt naked and sat down again.
Open laughter, nervous giggles. Someone had to break the ice.
I sat, comfortable, confident and calm with Anne, and my guest a few feet away. Tony, with a burst of Dutch courage, pulled off his T-shirt, and pushed down his trousers. Now there are two naked guys in the living room!
Tony’s had on-off problems with erectile dysfunction, and this was a typical moment for him, where he just had to live with his cock taking a nap. Me? I was hard, and staying hard.
Anne just took everything really slowly, and just enjoyed our company for a while. It must have been about 15 minutes or so, before she left the room. Tony and I made cheeky glances at each other, smiling naughtily. Tony’s always been open about being a regular guy, and part of being a regular guy is having a healthy curiosity about trying all kinds of sexual things. I’m like Tony I guess. Couldn’t say I’m bi, but I’ve had a few good experiences with another cock. Tony was wondering….
Anne returned, this time, in just a robe – untied. Sitting beside him again, into the corner of the sofa, she settled and got comfortable, and carried on chatting with us. There’s no pressure, there’s no hurry. Tony, Anne and I can steal glances at each others lovely nudity, and enjoy the evening. Half an hour or more may have passed.
At some point, I moved across to the sofa, and lay down near them. Tony and Anne make conversation about my cock. He’s very good, quite brave. He admits he’d like to try sucking it, but has all kinds of apprehensions blocking it. No problem. Everyone’s comfortable. Everyone’s just happy to be here. Anne and Tony position themselves adjacent to my body, and get a close look at my hard cock, just talking about it. “You could try sucking it if you’d like” says Anne, “it’s such a nice one isn’t it?”.
A few moments passed.
Carefully, and quietly, Tony reached forward, and took my cock in his hand, then wrapped his lips around the top. I’ve got to say, it felt really nice. It was a lovely, tender moment. We were all friends, and this was one of those quiet, vulnerable moments in someones’ life where you just had to let them know your close, and absolutely no-one is judging. We were all in support of our mutual adventure.
Anne got in close, and joined Tony by licking my balls. It was all too much. I had to tell them not to both go at me, as I’d come too soon, and there was so much more I wanted to enjoy with them that evening. Tony pulled away and moments later, appeared behind Anne, quickly, and without any hesitation, running his tongue up her crack, and licking her asshole. Man, that was rude. Anne turned her head to me, and her eyes rolled momentarily. This was getting to be quite fun. With a turn and a shuffle, Tony had maneuvered beneath Anne, and started to lick her pussy. There I was, lying on the sofa, watching Tony with his head under Anne, obviously enjoying her delicious puss.
My turn to move. I passed by Anne, stopping for a lovely kiss, and took up a position between Tony’s legs, and started sucking his dick. Still quite limp, I gave it a few minutes of gentle head, to get him up. I knew what I wanted to happen next.
“Anne darling, I’d really love to watch Tony fuck you. Would you like to sit on the sofa?”. I barely waited for a response, and left the room in search of a condom.
Back in the room, I found Anne slowly moving away from Tony’s mouth, onto the sofa. “Here” I said, handing him the Durex. Tony got to work with that, and Anne and I exchanged a few moments sweet nothings. Then she opened here legs.
Man, I have to tell you, there’s nothing more breath-taking, and exhilarating, than to imagine the scene where your wife openly signals that she’s ready to fuck someone in front of you. That moment could have lasted forever. I’ll never forget it. Tony was coming around the side of me, and then he was kneeling in front of her.
Then it happened. Another cock, right there, rubbing against my wifes pussy. Tony took hold of it, and tried to guide it into her.
But then the dysfunction problem hit home. It just wasn’t going to happen.
We quietly wound down the moment, and just fell around the room, happy, horny, relaxed. After a while we all started to drift off, and made our way to sleeping arrangements.
4.The analysis
About 2 weeks later, Tony was giving me a lift to Ikea Wembley. I needed to get something heavy, so he was there to help out. It’s about a 20-30 minute drive, depending on the roads. This time, it was the slower. We listened to the radio, and chatted about a whole bunch of things.
“How do you feel about the other night?” I asked. “Ah man, that was really fun.” he replied. We talked about a few things that happened during the evening, and again, out of the blue, I said “You know what I’d really like?”, “No, what?”. A pause. “Tony, I’d love to watch you fuck Anne. Then you know what? I’d love to watch you cum in her, because you know why? I don’t understand what it means, but I’d really love to eat her pussy, full of cum. I think that’s got to be the sexiest thing ever.” Tony was silent. Then he readjusted his bulge. “Man, that’s fucking rude. I think I’m going to have to toss myself off later”. I laughed at that. Hey, he got a bulge too, did you notice?
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