A Tale of the Beginning

Linda, my twenty-six-year-old wife of eight years, lays naked on our bed. She is monitoring me as I undress with a great deal of interest. The moment my pants hit the floor, her lush thighs twitched together at the sight of my tented boxers. She gained a mischievous glint before asking, “Did you read any of the stories yet?”

With a shake of my head. “No, I bought it on my way home tonight and haven’t even opened it yet.”

Linda rolled on her side before saying, “give me the magazine, and I’ll find us a good story.”

Tossing the copy of Penthouse Variations on the bed, Linda thumbed through the magazine to the forum section. Turning the pages, she said, “I think none of these stories are true. Do you? Or like me do you think they’re the fantasies of some horny old man?”

With a lack of interest in where the stories originated, I said, “Linda, you know as much about those stories as I do. Readers write the stories, not staff members. So they are all from real people. Which would mean at the least, they’re stories about things real people are thinking about. Besides, when did you become so knowledgeable about the writings of horny old men?”

Linda ignores my comment as she stopped turning the pages to adjust her pillow before indulging in a story she found appealing.

My boxers hit the floor, and I ask, “What are you doing, getting a head start on me?”

“No silly, I’m checking to find out if this is a story worth reading.”

Climbing on the bed, I snuggle up next to my wife. From over her shoulder, I read along. “What a shock,” I said, “you picked a story related to a threesome, just like you do every time we read these stories.”

With an air of annoyance, “For your information, this happens to be the first story I came to, and I didn’t even notice the subject.”

“Oh, the first one you came to,” I smiled. “I suppose the thought of two men ravishing you at the same time is something you find repulsive?”

“Well, maybe not repulsive. But something I would never engage in. These stories are nothing more than the works of a vivid imagination. You know as well as I do real people don‘t engage in this type of activity.”

With Linda holding the magazine the two of us snuggled up to read together. The story told of a couple who invites the best friend of the husband over for burgers and beer. They consume alcohol, flirting takes place, and in no time the wife is being ravished by both the husband and his best friend.

At the end of the story, I reach between Linda’s thighs and run my fingertips over her labia. I found her not only moist, but my straight-laced young wife was flowing. “Well, it appears you enjoyed the story. So tell me about this fascination of yours concerning two men fucking you at the same time?”

“Honey you’re as sick as the people who wrote these stories.” Letting out a long breath as she gave my dick a squeeze, Linda said, “the story’s not what turned me on, your hard cock rubbing against me is what did the trick.”

Linda continued to turn the pages until she found a title in which she found interest. I guess it’s a coincidence that this story was also one about a threesome. After reading the first two paragraphs, she rolls over on her side, facing away from me. “Quit talking and put your dick in me, I love the realism your being inside me adds to the stories.”

Customary for my wife, her mouth said one thing while her body revealed something altogether different. Outside of our bedroom, Linda professes disdain for the subject in these stories. Yet while reading these stories, she becomes excited enough to demand I fuck her to add realism to her readings.

In a leisurely pace, I slide in and out of her while reading along. From the interval she turned the pages I followed along with where she was in the story. By this point, the details are being revealed of a woman, who with her husband pick up a stranger in a bar. In their motel room, the husband has his dick in her mouth, while the massive cock of the stranger slammed into her pussy.

In no time my wife’s eyes are closed, and she’s banging back against me screaming out her orgasm.

Ten minutes later we are laying in each other’s arms in a beautiful afterglow. Stroking my fingers along Linda’s arm, I said, “Honey, would you mind if I asked you a question.”

“Not at all, what is it?” she said

With a knowing smile, “In your imagination, who was the man fucking you when you orgasmed tonight?”

Her body gave an almost feline-like twitch, a smile spread, and then her eyes shot open, replacing the previous euphoric expression with one of fear. “You honey. You’re the only man who turns me on, you know that.”

While stroking her, I said, “Honey, I love you. With that in mind, I think there’s something you should know.”

Linda’s expression flashed with concern as she rolled over to face me. “What?”

With a chuckle, I said, “don’t give up your day job for that of a poker player!”

Linda sat up and faced me in a state of confusion. “What are you talking about honey, being a poker player isn’t something I have any desire for? What brought this up?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “However, if you’re curious, you might ask the man fucking you in your fantasy tonight. He knows all there is to know about how to please you.”

Linda’s expression turned somber, “You’re only saying those things because you want to fuck another woman. You want me to say the things we’re reading about turns me on to give you an excuse.”

With a sheepish smile. I said, “Well, that too I guess. The fantasy that turns me on though is watching you being satisfied by myself and another man.”

Linda stared at me appearing conflicted. Four times she opened her mouth to say something only to think better of it and remain silent. When Linda spoke, she said, “being you’re the one who gives this so much thought you go first. Who are the women you fantasize about?”

I thought about her question, giving the subject serious consideration. “There are several, with no particular one I focus on. Bill’s wife Gloria would be one I find enticing, and there’s your cousin Mia. I’m sure I could come up with a few others, but those two come to mind.”

“You want to fuck Mia? Are you kidding me why Mia?”

“I didn’t say I would consider a relationship with Mia, or I would even want to take her out,” I paused, then with a mischievous smile added. “But the thought of bending her over and driving her home has an appeal to it.”

“Oh, you’re so perverted.”

“Maybe so,” I admitted, “but now it’s your turn. Who would you like to fuck if you had a one night pass to be with anybody other than me you wanted to be with?”

Linda tried to divert the subject of conversation by saying, “No, I’m tired of this game let’s play something else.”

“Oh no you don’t, not this time. I told you my fantasy, and now you will tell me who turns you on, so who is it?”

Linda and I bickered back and forth for ten minutes before she blurted out. “Bill. Ok, are you happy now? I was fantasizing about Bill fucking me.” No sooner had Linda said the words than she realized she had revealed her deepest secret. She held her breath as she waited for my reply.

My wife's admission drew a smile from me. “You are aware he has those same feelings toward you, aren’t you.”

“He does not!” Then as an afterthought, Linda said. “Gloria would kill him if he ever expressed a desire to be with me in this way.”

The naïve reply from my wife generated a chuckle. “Not if I’m fucking her while he’s fucking you.”

“Oh, I can’t believe you said that. Gloria would never go for something like that, and you know it.”

“Do you remember last month at their barbeque?” Waiting for her reply, I said, “Bill couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and when he suggested we play strip poker, the idea excited Gloria.”

Linda’s eye’s flashed as she continued to make her point. “That was only the alcohol talking, he wasn’t serious, and neither was she.”

With a shake of my head. “It wasn’t her who stopped anything, it was you honey. If you hadn’t made such a scene, I’m sure you would be of a different opinion tonight.”

Linda remained silent for several minutes before she turned to face me. “You don’t think they would be receptive to something like this do you?”

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “What I am sure of is we can find out if you’re interested.”

With a disapproving scowl, Linda said, “are you serious? Not only am I not interested, but I’m also not about to ask them if they are. Get your mind out of the gutter!”

With a shrug of my shoulders, “you brought their names up, not me. You do know of there being ways of finding out without coming right out and asking them, aren’t you?”

With a scoff, Linda said, “I’m not the least bit interested. But if I were, how could we discover their thoughts on this without asking them?”

“The same way they tried to discover our thoughts about this. We’ll invite the two over and at some point suggest playing strip poker.”

“That has to be the stupidest idea ever! Neither Gloria nor Bill would ever agree to anything which would end up with the four of us naked.”

With a mischievous smile, I said, “my bad. I was unaware of you already asking Bill.”

Linda stared at me with an indignant look, and said, “I did no such thing. This is your idea, not mine.”

“So you’re saying you don’t know what their reply would be? Linda, being you put a stop to their attempt at this, I think it only fair we find out for sure.”

“I don’t know.” After a moment of thought, Linda looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Besides, how did our discussion about threesomes morph into talking about getting our friends naked?”

“Linda, as Confucius said, the longest journey begins with a single step.”

After several moments of thought, Linda weakened to my suggestions. “Honey, I don’t care. We can do whatever you want. I’m sure neither Bill nor Gloria would be the least bit interested, but we can ask if you would like.”

This being the closest thing to an agreement I would receive from Linda, I gave Linda a nod. “OK, I’ll call them tomorrow.”

“Why wait?” Linda asked. “They should still be up, call them tonight.”

***

Linda followed me into the den watching me as I picked up the phone. After the phone rang several times, a voice on the other end grumbled, “Hello.”

“Hey Bill, DB here, did I wake you?”

“No, we’re up,” Bill said. “Gloria and I put the kids down for the night and were watching a little TV before we hit the sack. What’s on your mind?”

“Linda and I were talking about what we would like to do this weekend. What we settled on was inviting you two over for burgers Saturday if you’re free.”

“Hold on for a sec.” I overheard Bill talking to Gloria. “Hey hon, DB, and Linda are on the phone, they invited us over Saturday, do we have any plans?”

A few moments later Bill came back on the line."No, nothing planned. What time should we show up?"

“I don’t care, being it will only be the four of us. How about around six or seven? We’ll throw burgers on any time you guys make it over, so whenever you two can make it is fine.”

“Sounds great,” Bill said, “are you two celebrating anything or looking for some company?”

With a nervous laugh, “Well, something came up, but we can discuss it Saturday.”

“Now I’m curious, what was it that came up?” Bill inquired.

In for a penny in for a pound, I thought. “Bill, do you remember the barbecue we had at your place last month?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Remember the suggestion about the four of us playing a game of strip poker?” I asked.

“Yeah!” Bill now sounded a little hesitant.

“Well, Linda’s been giving the idea a lot of thought. She now thinks it might be fun to play a little strip poker with you two.”

After controlling his laughter, “Bud, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I’m not sure, but I think so. Is this going to be a problem with either of you?”

“Oh hell no!” Bill said. “My only question now is six sounds kind of late, how about we show up around five?”

“Bill, you two will be welcome anytime you make it, so show up whenever you would like. The kids will be at their grandparents, and only the two of us here.”

“We’ll see you Saturday then,” Bill said, “thanks for the invitation.”

“OK, we’re looking forward to it. We’ll see the two of you Saturday Bill.”

After hanging up the phone, Linda glared at me. “I can’t believe you told him that. What in the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea what he must now think of me? Oh my gawd, he thinks all of this is my idea, that it’s me who wants to get naked with them. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. And it’s all your fault.”

After acquiring the most innocent expression, I was capable of I said, “I thought you wanted me to call them about your desire to play poker with them? It was your idea to call them tonight, did you forget about that?”

Linda’s eyes were flashing when she said, “my only idea was to call them tonight. The strip poker and the rest of it was your idea Mr., and you know it. Oh, I’m so mortified I just want to die.”

“Honey, why would you want to do something so selfish. If you die now, there’s no way I could find anybody to replace you with before this weekend.”

“Big boy that’s the first thing you’ve said all night making any sense. Me dying because of something you did makes little sense. But my killing you would make all the sense in the world.”

“OK, my bad. Would you like for me to call Bill back to tell him to forget about the strip poker part of the invitation?” I said, unable to control my laughter.

“You’re such an ass! No, I don’t want you to call them back. You’ve already done enough damage for one night.”

Linda ended our conversation by attempting to focus on the TV. The longer she watched, the more her scowl turned to a smile. The more my wife contemplated, the more she squirmed. Twenty minutes later she got up and sauntered over. After using a lot of tongue for a goodnight kiss,, she asked, “Honey, are you up for a little more reading?”

***

Saturday morning, as I was settling in to watch a college football game, Linda came into the room. With her purse hooked over her arm as she bent down to give me a quick peck. “Honey, I need to run to town to pick up a few things, do you need anything while I’m there?”

“No, I can’t think of anything, What do you need from town?”

“Oh just a few things for tonight,” Linda replied with a curious smile.

Not caring what necessitated Linda’s need to go shopping, I relaxed with the knowledge of being able to watch the game uninterrupted. “OK, honey I’ll see you later,” I said. “Oh, I almost forgot, would you mind picking up beer and a nice bottle of wine for tonight?”

“I’ll get the beer, Gloria and Bill will bring the wine.”

“How in the hell do you know they’ll bring the wine?” I asked.

“Gloria told me when I talked to her yesterday,” Linda said with an arch of her eyebrows. “Honey, did I mention she’s going shopping with me this morning? Got to run honey, see you in an hour or two.”

“Hey, before you go, what did you two talk about...”

My question went unanswered as Linda was already out the front door and on her way before I could finish getting the words out.

***

About half-way through the second game, my chair threw me in a sleeper hold, and I missed the end of the game. I woke up about four when Linda gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Wake up sleepy head. Jump in the shower because I need one too. We need to get ready, they’ll be here in about an hour.”

“Are you just getting home?” I inquired with Linda standing in front of me with her arms full of shopping bags and her car keys hooked on her finger.

Linda did her best to control her laughter. “Honey, someday you will have to tell me how you got that MBA of yours.”

Linda led the way to our bedroom as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes trying to brush away the cobwebs. She shook the contents of the shopping bags out on the bed. The one from Victoria Secret contained, amongst other things, an almost matching bra and panty set. Her choice of a bra was one of those shelf bras just supporting from underneath and leaving the top of the breasts and nipples exposed.

Holding the bra up to examine it I said, “Honey, they didn’t charge you for this damn thing, did they? Hell, half of it’s missing.”

“Don’t concern yourself with my things,” Linda scolded. “Get your ass in the shower and hurry, we don’t have much time.”

With a mischievous smile, “Honey I’ve got a hell of an idea. If you join me in the shower, we can save time and water.”

With an arch of her eyebrows and a cock of her head, Linda said, “we would do neither. What would happen is the two of us would still be in the shower playing when Bill and Gloria show up, so get it in gear.”

After a quick shower and putting on a pair of jeans and a polo I went to the den to catch the scores on today’s games. About an hour later Linda entered the room and asked, “How do I look honey, do you think this will be all right for tonight?”

Linda had done her hair, and her make-up was impeccable. The lipstick was a new shade for her, a little darker than usual. She wore designer jeans, skin tight. Along with what looked like a silk blouse. The blouse seemed to hug her body like body paint. Her breasts were visible beneath. The nipples and areola were not only visible, but they also accented the garment.

My being born at night, but not last night resulted in my reply to her question being the same tonight as to every other time she asks me this. “Honey you look perfect.”

***

An hour later the doorbell rang. On our front steps, I found Bill smiling while holding two bottles of wine, and his wife Gloria dressed sexier than ever.

“Welcome you two, come on in.”

With a brief greeting, Bill darted past me into the house. Behind him, Gloria sauntered in and asked, “Don’t I get a welcoming kiss?”

Bending down to give her a peck on the cheek, Gloria grabbed my head and brought my mouth to hers. After standing in the entryway with our tongues exploring each other’s mouths for what seemed like several minutes, I said, “Gloria, it pleases me to see you so happy at being here.”

“Not as pleased as you will be I hope,” she said with a seductive little smile.

With Linda’s choice of attire and Gloria seeming as if she wanted to jump my bones before getting inside the house, my mind raced. Open for anything, I didn’t care, but my anticipation for tonight led me to only hope for a peek of Gloria’s sexy body. Now it appeared as if I might be the one getting the surprise.

Linda and I had talked about bringing other people to our bed. The fact of her continual rejection of the idea led me to believe it would never happen. The way it appeared now, I considered that I might be wrong about that.

Walking into the den, I glanced into the kitchen. Linda stood at the sink with her back to Bill. From behind he held her by the hips as he ground himself into her ass. Bill dry fucked my straight-laced wife as she rotated her ass into him.

Before being able to say or do anything, I felt Gloria’s fingers wrap around my now hard cock through my slacks. In a whisper, Gloria said, “Linda tells me the two of you have talked about this, but it hasn’t gone past the talking stage. Are you all right with what might happen tonight?”

My only response was a nod of my head.

With her hand gripping my cock, Gloria led the way to the couch. Sitting next to this beautiful woman with my wife in the other room, boggled my mind. The only thing to come to mind was to ask. “So, you and my wife discussed this?”

Gloria nodded. “Yep. She tells me you’re turned on by the thought of her with another man.”

I nodded. “Yeah, during pillow talk we find it a turn-on. What were Linda’s opinions on this subject?”

Gloria giggled. “She said the idea turns her on, but when it gets right down to it, she thinks you’ll get jealous seeing her fucking another man.”

“I don’t think so, but who knows about something like this until it happens?” I admitted.

“She said the same thing about seeing you with another woman,” Gloria shared. “We decided we’d just take it slow tonight and see where things lead if you’re all right with that.”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea.” After a moment of thought, I asked, “Gloria, would you mind if I asked you a personal question?”

“Not at all, what’s on your mind?”

“The way this evening started is nothing like I had imagined,” I explained. “Are you and Bill, I’m sorry about the correct wording of this, are you two involved with having sex with people outside your marriage?”

“Are you asking if we’re swingers? If so, the answer is yes.”

In shock, I mumbled, “I would have never guessed.”

“How would you? This isn’t a subject we advertise in neon,” Gloria said. “You’ll find if you explore this past-time most people involved with it are ordinary everyday people living a double life. These are the same people you meet in the supermarket or department store by day. The only difference is they have a different view of what’s an acceptable sexual habit.”

“How long has this been going on?” As the words came off my tongue they’re unacceptable nature struck me. “No, wait, that’s not what I meant to say, it sounds too crass. Gloria, why haven’t you two approached us about this before I guess would be what I’m trying to say.”

With a playful giggle, Gloria replied, “We have, or at least we’ve tried to. The night we suggested strip poker was one of those times. This is a touchy subject DB, we didn’t want to lose you and Linda as friends, so that’s the motivation for us taking this slow with you guys.”

Gloria didn’t probe as I contemplated everything.

Linda and I have discussed this scenario a few hundred times. In those talks, I had taken the lead and acted as the expert on the subject. Now I have set the scene, and the people are present, I find myself scared to death and unsure how to proceed. Not wanting to do anything which would bring forth the wrath of my wife meant I needed to be sure of the results before making any move.

Never in my life had I had so many rapid-fire questions passing through my mind. The failure of knowing the answer to any of them compounded the issue. Questions like what is acceptable in my advancement toward Gloria? How would I know if Linda was on board with what took place? What would Bill say if he saw me making a move on his wife? What would I experience seeing him seducing Linda? Is there any part of Gloria’s body I can’t touch? How do I know when the time’s right with everybody to take what we’re doing to the next level? Question after question and no answer in sight.

Our spouses joined us before Gloria, and I had the chance to continue our conversation. The moment I saw them a sense of dread rushed through me. It was much like being caught doing something wrong. I had forgotten the two of them during Gloria and my conversation, and somehow I felt guilty about that.

Linda came by on her way in and gave me a peck of a kiss. In doing so, I made two discoveries. My First was to notice my wife‘s jeans unzipped about halfway down, and second, her blouse had a wet spot over the left nipple. Neither upset me, but it answered the question of what they had been up to.

Rendered to the condition of a mute, I only observed as the three of them joked together as they laughed and enjoyed themselves. Between the three, the mood was lite and festive, and all seemed comfortable with the implications. They enjoyed themselves while I found myself about to lose my mind.

Contrary to how I expected the evening would unfold, this evening progressed as an ordinary get-together between the four of us. We cooked up burgers, laughed and joked together. And other than the sexual overtones there was nothing unusual going on. That is until Gloria glanced at Linda and asked, “Where’s the cards Girlfriend? I think it’s about time we teach these guys how to play poker.”

Linda sprang off the sofa and grabbed a deck of cards off the end table from behind the lamp. “I have them right here. Bought a new deck today just for this occasion.”

With no idea when she placed them there, or how she did it without me seeing her do it, surprised me. My shy reserved wife seemed to have another side she’s kept hidden from me.

Gloria took the cards from Linda and addressed the group. “OK, here are the rules, to start the game every player must make an ante bet. For a player to make a bet, the article of clothing bet must be removed and placed in the pot. The winner of the hand can use their reclaimed clothes for betting in future hands. None of the other player's clothes won can be used to make a bet. Any player who loses all their clothes can bet a task acceptable by the other players in the hand. The game is five-card draw poker, are there questions before we start?”

Linda asked, “I’m confused, just what kind of task are you talking about?”

“It could be anything acceptable to the other player,” Gloria explained. “If you’re playing the hand against Bill, he’ll most likely want you to suck his dick.”

Bill nodded his head, “You can bet on that.”

The cards are dealt, and the game progressed. With every bet requiring the removal of an article of clothing, it didn’t take long before everybody was naked, or close to it. In one particular hand, in which only Linda and Bill are playing. Linda is down to her panties, and Bill to his boxers.

“OK young lady, I bet my boxers,” Bill said.

“Raise, I’ll see your boxers and raise you five minutes of oral sex,” Linda replied with a confident smile.

“I’ll call your bet with my performing oral sex on you until you’re screaming your orgasm out to the world,” Bill replied in a growl.

The hand came down to Bill holding three aces and Linda holding a flush. “OK big boy, time to pay up,” Linda said as she scooted over and spread her legs.

“OK, I guess a bet’s a bet,” he said with a broad smile as he moved between her legs.

With my mind numb, my eyes darted between my wife and the man eating her pussy. I watched in fascination as her complexion flushed, her breathing quickened, and the moans escaped her lips. Within a matter of only a few minutes, Linda had her legs draped over Bill’s shoulders as she held his head in both hands guiding him to the spot she most wanted him to focus his attention.

Moments later I realized a hand gripped my cock. Looking around, Gloria is beside me. With Gloria‘s attention focused on our spouses she stroked me. With a sexy smile, she whispered, “I think the game has served its purpose.” Then with a dart of her tongue over her lips, she lowered her mouth to my throbbing cock.

Linda gives fantastic head; but with Gloria, I received pleasure never experienced. As enjoyable as her mouth was, I wanted more. I wanted to explore the lush body I had only fantasized about to this point.

Separating myself from Gloria’s pleasurable lips, I scooted her around to where I had access to her body. No sooner did I do so when I heard a whimper from Linda followed by a loud moan of pleasure. Looking in her direction, I found her on her hands and knees in front of Bill, at the exact moment he slid his dick into her. The image of Linda’s wet pussy gorged with his fat cock had to be one of the most exciting scenes ever experienced.

I diverted my attention back to Gloria, I wanted nothing more than to savor the taste of her cunt on my tongue. But as I approached her, she looked up at me and whispered, “You can do that next time baby, right now I want that nice big dick of yours inside me while you watch Bill fuck your wife.”

The macho man in me would like to expound on the hours of pleasure I provided Gloria. What we had together was great, being able to enjoy her while watching my wife and Bill doing their thing is a memory I’ll never forget. But the truth is I lasted maybe five minutes before exploding deep in Gloria’s pussy.

***

Twenty minutes later as I held Gloria on my lap toying with her breast, the four of us lounged in a relaxed, happy afterglow. As I did Gloria glanced toward our spouses, “Well Girlfriend, how are you doing with all of this?”

Linda smiled as she took a deep breath. “It is nothing like I expected. While I’m not sure what I thought would take place, this was far better. I imagined I would feel at the least some pangs of jealousy at seeing you and my husband having sex. But instead of jealousy, the sight of you two turned me on and added to my experience with Bill.”

“Linda you do not understand how glad I am to hear you say this, While Bill and I enjoy this activity, it isn’t for everybody,” Gloria explained. “And as anxious as we were to engage in this with you and DB, we had our reservations. Our friendship means a lot to us, and I would have died if this came between us.”

Linda rose and came to Gloria, giving her a hug as she revealed, “the same fear bothered me too. I can tell you that my feelings right now are that this will bring us closer together.”

***

For the next hour, we laughed together, snacked, and had a drink or two. With Gloria and myself lost in conversation, we heard Linda giggle followed by a low pleasurable moan. Glancing in their direction, we found Bill sitting on the couch while Linda sat on his lap.

Something drew Linda’s attention to us, and she inquired in a low sultry voice, “Gloria, are seconds permissible in this arrangement?”

“Not only permissible, but they’re also recommended, why?” Gloria replied good-naturedly.

“Because your husband’s got his dick in me again,” Linda replied with a giggle as she spread her legs as if to prove the point.

My reserved wife sat in a reverse cowgirl position on Bill’s lap. With a hand on each of his thighs, she raised and lowered herself on his cock. From our vantage point, it treated both Gloria and me to the sight of his dick appearing and disappearing inside her. The unobstructed view of Linda’s pussy while the two of them fucked soon had my cock back to a diamond cutter status demanding attention.

With my hands groping her breasts, it diverts Gloria’s attention from our spouses. Soon I had Gloria on her back as I slid between her widespread legs, positioning my erection at her entrance. In one slow, steady stroke, I embedded myself in the confines of her wet warm pussy. While enjoying the erotic sensation of her breasts mashing against my chest, I fucked her with urgency.

With our heads beside each other’s, Gloria panted as she whispered in my ear. “Slow down for a second, I have an idea.”

While I continued banging my cock into her, I gasped, “What?”

In a sultry whisper, Gloria said, “We should make Linda the center of attention. If she’s fantasizing about a threesome, fulfill that fantasy for her. Go to her and allow her to suck your dick while Bill is fucking her.”

The thought of Linda sucking my cock while she’s being fucked by another man caused my dick to twitch with excitement. There was a problem with this scenario though. Linda’s disdain for the taste of semen. In our lovemaking sessions she either insists I clean up, or she will bring a washcloth to our bed to wash me before giving me head to get me going again. Tonight the copious amounts of both my cum and feminine juices from Gloria’s pussy would be coating my cock.

Gloria gave me a smile, and my cock received a squeeze from her pussy as I removed it. My wet cock glimmered as I rose and approached my wife. With Linda’s hands on Bill’s thighs, she continued to lift and lower herself on Bill’s cock while staring at me through hooded and questioning eyes. Placing one hand on Linda‘s shoulder, and with the other, I offered her my dick. Holding my cock in front of my wife‘s face, I awaited her rejection.

To my surprise my prudish wife offered no resistance, nor did she hesitate. She grabbed my cock and brought her mouth to it. Her tongue swirled around the wet head before licking the length of the underside of the shaft. Then appearing to be devouring the tastiest of delicacies, she embedded my cock into her throat to the point her lips are touching my pubic bone.

Gloria was standing in front of us watching as Linda dealt with two men. Gloria reached out and twirled Linda’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Linda’s eyes closed, and she gave my cock a hard suck as a pleasurable moan reverberated from deep inside.

As Linda becomes lost in the multitude of pleasurable sensations, Gloria traces her fingers over Linda’s abdomen. Soon Gloria is stroking Linda’s clit. Her motions start with a slow tracing of her finger, building in speed until her hand is a blur.

Linda’s hips convulse in continual vibrating thrusts with Bill embedded inside her pussy. Gloria’s finger doesn’t leave her clit as Linda’s mouth opens, and a long orgasmic scream escapes her lips. In sensory overload Linda opens her mouth as she gasps for air, releasing my cock as she does.

Linda’s eye’s remained closed as I slipped away. Gloria removed her finger from Linda’s clit. We left Linda to enjoy Bill’s cock thrusting into her.

Moments later I had Gloria in my favorite position. On all fours in front of me while I pounded my cock in her from behind. This time before I filled her with my cum, she screamed her orgasm to the world.

***

Much later neither Linda nor I bothered to get dressed as our friends dressed and prepared to leave. We each gave a parting kiss to our playmate as they walked out the door with the promise to do this again soon.

When alone we cuddled in the den for several minutes lost in our own thoughts. Linda looked at me with a concerned expression, “Honey, are you all right with everything taking place tonight?”

“Honey, I love you, and you’re the only woman I’d ever consider making love to. But to be honest, this was one of, if not the most, exciting thing I think we’ve ever done together. I’m better than okay with it, I’m ecstatic about it.”

Linda snaked an arm around me and gave me a hug. In reply I reached between her legs, running a finger over her labia. I couldn‘t describe the pleasure I experienced from finding her so wet and slick. Between Bill‘s two deposits and her juices flowing all night, I had never experienced her so well lubrcated. “Honey, I sure hope you’re up for one more tonight. Your wet freshly fucked pussy has built a massive desire to experience the pleasure of my cock pounding into you.”

Even after the great sex shared between Gloria and me, the feel of my wife’s cum-filled cunt produced an instant erection. Linda and I engaged in a slow-building, multiple-position fuck fest for the next hour. Neither of us prepared to give in until every last drop of sexual energy is extinguished. After adding my deposit to the collection in my wife’s pussy, we both fell in a loving embrace on the floor. Both of us exhausted, smiling and pleased more than any time in recent memory.

***

The next morning I awoke to find Linda in the kitchen preparing breakfast for us. She stood in the same position in front of the sink she had been in when I observed Bill dry fucking her the night before. Wrapping my arms around her, I experienced the same pleasurable feeling Bill had. Giving her neck a nibble I asked, “Did you have fun last night honey?”

Linda continued with the task she was engaged in without looking in my direction. In a detached tone, she said, “Last night was all right. But the truth is I only did those things because I knew how much you wanted to engage in this kind of thing.”

Stunned, I said, “What do you mean, only all right? I watched as you have half-a-dozen orgasms with two different men. You were out of your mind in pleasure all night. Linda, last night you had more fun than any single night of your life. Now you sound like you’re describing having a root canal, what’s going on?”

Linda fixed me a cup of coffee, before saying, “Honey, as I’ve always told you, you are the only man I care anything about having sex with. I can understand your attraction to this, but it’s nothing I care anything about engaging in again.”

Exasperated, I looked at my wife with a stunned expression. “Linda, in our conversations with Bill and Gloria last night you asked about this all night long. You inquired about their friends, the things they do together, and the desire to meet them. Talked about the things you wanted to do the next time we got together with Gloria and Bill. And gave no sign at all about being reluctant to any of this.”

Linda didn’t flinch. “Honey, all I was doing is being a good hostess. We talked about the only subject the three of you had any interest in. Besides, I knew you wouldn’t leave me alone until I agreed to do this again with you, and I didn’t want them to think of you as an asshole who drug his unwilling wife into doing these things.”

I stared at my wife in disbelief. Linda rolled her eyes before saying, “There‘s no need to pout, I know how little my feelings matter to you. I only want you to realize everything I do for you to make you happy. So I want you to do something special for me for attending Bill and Gloria’s party on the twenty-fifth.”

As confused as I can ever remember being I asked, “What party?”

Linda’s lips formed a sly smile, before she said, “The party they invited us to when Gloria called this morning. The one which all their friends will be attending.”

***

That day established precedence which has continued for the past four decades. Linda and I would join friends and acquaintances in this activity. Doing so my wife would exhibit her wild vixen side by night, and like Cinderella would transform into a demure almost prudish wife with the rising sun the next morning. When the invitations would come in, she would express her disdain, and when the party started, she would be the first one naked and having fun. While there’s no way I can explain it, I’m destined to only enjoy it.