My Real Life Story
A bored young couple search for a way to spice things up, but will they like what they find? [ Story by Jason Martin - pongo_martin@hotmail.com ]
My husband John and I have been married for 5 years and although we love each other dearly, we both had to admit that our sex life had cooled off somewhat lately.
We tried the usual stuff to spice things up; romantic weekends away, candle lit dinners, but nothing ever seemed to recapture the old magic. I began to resign myself to a life of mediocre sex, which to say the least, was mildly depressing.
It was John that first suggested we try and make things interesting in the bedroom by adding a third person. “You know, like a threesome.” he said enthusiastically. Needless to say I was shocked, but what surprised more was when he mentioned he wanted it to be with another a guy rather than a woman. He confessed that it had always been a secret fantasy of his to watch me with another man.
This made me feel differently about the situation, I mean if he’d have suggested another woman I would have felt insanely jealous, but with a guy? That was different. I also had to admit it had always been a fantasy of mine to be shared by two men, but would John really be okay with it? He seemed sure which confused me a little. I decided to go along with it and see whether he was serious or would eventually bottle out and forget it.
For a few weeks neither of us mentioned it until John came home one day with an excited look on his face. He said he’d been talking to a friend at work named Dave who was a regular on the swinging circuit and no prude when it came to experimental sex. He suggested that he bring Dave home one night so we could ‘try things out’ as he put it. I was hesitant. I still couldn’t quite believe he was serious about sharing me with another guy and it seemed like such a huge gamble in our relationship.
We talked it over and he reassured me that he felt secure enough in my feelings for him to go ahead with it. In the end I agreed that we should all meet for a drink and see how we got on. I mean after all, I didn’t even know what this guy looked like yet. John told me not worry and said he’d arrange everything.
A few nights later we met in a local wine bar in town. Dave was already there sat at the bar wearing a grey suit without a tie. I was immediately blown away by how good looking he was; tall, athletic with blonde hair and blue eyes. I felt a sudden surge of adrenaline in my stomach as the butterflies kicked in. John introduced us, “Dave, this is my wife Helen.” As he lent in to kiss my cheek I caught the smell of his aftershave. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” He smiled broadly and gestured us over to a small table he had reserved for us in the lounge area. It was in a dimly lit spot right at the back with no other people around. We huddled down around the table with John making sure I was sat in the middle. We ordered a round of cocktails to loosen things up. I opted for a Gin Martini without the Olive.
As the waiter fetched the drinks we began to make small talk. I quickly began to realise that far from being the strange pervert I’d been half expecting, Dave was actually very charming. I listened attentively as he recounted stories about his world travels and his work as a stock broker in the city. He was very much the man about town I thought and I noticed the first twinges of attraction towards him. I felt the familiar warmth between my legs and I began to squirm around on my seat.
I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the atmosphere but the more we all chatted the more hilarious Dave became. He had a devilish sense of humour and was so quick witted. As the evening wore on and the drinks flowed I felt my inhibitions fade and I was getting overly flirty with him. I hadn’t noticed that my hand was now resting on his thigh. Jolted by my brief loss of discretion I quickly withdrew my hand and turned around to see if John had noticed. To my surprise he didn’t seem the slightest bit fazed. He looked mesmerized as he watched us both laugh and joke together. He leant over and whispered in my ear, “Touch his cock.”
I was flabbergasted. Did he really just say that? I looked up to see Dave winking at me. I turned round again to see John smiling. He gave me a reassuring nod. It was like the pair of them had been rehearsing this. “Sod it”, I thought and moved my hand up between Dave’s legs and cupped his sizeable bulge in my hand.
He reciprocated by running his fingers along the inside of my thigh until they disappeared up my skirt. I had to stifle a shriek as his fingers found my clitoris. At that time John’s hand ran down my back and then slithered into my underwear. The sensation was overwhelming and I began to get wet. I could feel both men’s fingers slip and slide around together like a swarm of eels in my knickers.
Three rounds of cocktails and a bottle of champagne later I was thoroughly rat-arsed and insanely horny. It was also getting late so I suggested we all get a cab back to our place and continue the fun. John settled the tab and we left.
As we got into the house Dave and I crashed onto the sofa while John went to the kitchen to search for alcohol. Whilst he was out of the room I couldn’t help myself. I leant over across Dave’s lap, unzipped his trousers and took him in my mouth. He moaned deeply and I felt his hand come to rest on the back of my head.
I was so engrossed I’d forgotten all about John until I felt my skirt being hitched up over my thighs and the familiar feel of him entering me from behind.
I couldn’t believe it. I was being spit roasted by my husband and some guy I’d only met a few hours earlier.
After a few minutes all our clothes were off and we’d become a hot sweaty mass of bodies thrashing around on the living room floor.
All doubt and hesitancy had left my mind and I threw caution to the wind. I loved the feeling of domination both men had over me.
By now I was on my knees sitting on John whilst sucking off Dave. I began to work harder and faster on Dave until his breathing became quick and shallow. He finally gasped and shot his load in my mouth. I swallowed then licked my lips before turning my attention to John. I’d never felt him so hard, he was clearly turned on by seeing me with another man. Suddenly his hips jerked and his hardness broke inside me as he climaxed.
Whilst both men lay panting on the floor, I stood up and headed for the bathroom trying my best not to spill any of the fluid John had deposited in me on the way.
After a brief respite I led both men up to the bedroom where we enjoyed hour after hour of hot kinky sex. Dave didn’t leave until first light the next morning.
The experience was one of the most erotic of my life and I still get turned on whenever I think about it but, despite this, I somehow don’t really feel like repeating it. I prefer to remember it as one of those things that just ‘happened’ rather than being planned. Maybe I’m just wrestling with female conscience.
John on the other hand has become like man possessed. He keeps asking when we can try it again and has even suggested bringing more participants in. I fear I may have awakened a side to him I don’t like.
Although I have no regrets, I guess some fantasies should remain just that; fantasies.
July 9th, 2010 at 9:01 pm
interesting story, always wanted to try it, sounds amazing, dont think my bf would ever be into it, or if I would be brave enough. well done for trying it out though.