“We need to fuck.” The text hit my smart phone just as I exited the Metro station. I was on my way to a meeting with government officials. Needless to say, I immediately deleted the text. While I had no reason to suspect that the NSA or anyone else was monitoring my email, I didn’t want to go to a business meeting with senior staff and take the chance that someone might see the text. The fact that I fuck is not a secret, but it’s also not something I normally discuss in that setting.

And the fact that the text was from my roommate played into that decision. I knew he would be mortified if he ever found out how close he had come to sending that text while I was actually inside a government meeting. I hit my speed dial.

“It’s been too long, are you in town tomorrow?” Roger asked as he picked up my call. 

“No, I leave this evening, but that’s not why I called,” I replied. “You know how Denise likes it when we think with our big brains instead of our small ones? A corollary to that is ‘never put into text, email, or on paper what should be said via vox." I used a term for voice communications familiar to ex military aviators like Roger. "I’m not ashamed of who I am or what we do, but you seem to still be getting the hang of this.”
“Damn, you’re right. Will you delete it?” Roger replied, subdued.

“Already done,” I said with a smile in my voice. “And by the way, I thoroughly endorse the sentiment and the succinct way you put it. What’s it been? Six weeks?”

“Longer than that,” he said, some of the hunger coming back into his tone. “We need to coordinate schedules.”

“I agree,” I replied. “Listen, I’m headed into a meeting. Let’s talk tonight and look at our calendars. I want to get together as soon as we can, and I want to see when I might be able to bring Carol along too.”

“I like the sound of that,” said Roger. “And I know Denise wants to come back, both to go a the Kennedy Center for a show and to do some shopping. And other things that we might think up." 

“We should have a serious talk about whether we ever want to get our two wives into the same room again,” I said with a laugh. “As much time as they’ve been spending together on the phone the last few months, you and I might not survive their plans. Take care. I’ll call you around 8:30.”

“Okay, have a good meeting,” Roger replied. And then a little wistfully, “See you soon, I hope.”

So I sat through the two hour meeting with the Director of the Council on Government Ineptitude in something of a distracted haze, shifting around in my seat to adjust my half hard package. Roger and I were both busy traveling this fall, and had only managed to spend one night together in our pied-a-terre in the Washington, D.C. metro area since early October. It was now coming up on Thanksgiving. I’d had one other get together with a guy right around Halloween, and Carol pegged me often, but I was missing Roger’s cock.

We talked that evening and compared calendars. Serendipity happened, and it appeared that we both needed to be in D.C. for a full workweek in early December. We agreed to set up our travel where we would have a couple of nights to just be guys, then I would fly Carol in. Carol would have us to herself Thursday night of that week, then Denise would join us and we’d spend the weekend as a foursome in the apartment.

We were both so excited that we opened up our tablets and went on cam together. We jerked off and talked dirty to each other until Denise walked in and caught Roger. She cracked up laughing and shook her head as she closed the bedroom door.

Thursday Evening

A few weeks later I picked up Carol at National Airport around Noon. It’s just a short cab or Metro ride to our apartment from there. I’d been in town a couple of days. Roger came in yesterday, and we were able to have some “guy time” and get reacquainted. Now we were in for a new night of firsts. My stomach had some knots.

Carol and I had a great afternoon together. We dropped her bags at the apartment and grabbed a late lunch. Then we went back to the apartment to let her unpack and prepare for the evening. The plan was to meet Roger at our favorite bar around for drinks and dinner. 

After she unpacked Carol and I showered together, with lots of soapy fun and games, but holding off from any real sex. Then we did something that we only do very rarely, but that both of us find incredibly intimate and erotic. We gave each other enemas to ensure we were ready for anything the night might bring. This act requires a certain amount of steadfast ignoring of the more practical aspects of such cleansing, but also opens the door to a level of trust and communication that is simply different from anything else.

After we completed our freshening up, we took a bath together (we love fun in the water, and had plenty of time) and talked about the evening and how it might go. I found to my pleasure that Carol was primed and ready. This would be the first threesome we ever tried together, so it was a really big deal. She got a kick out of helping me insert my favorite bullet butt plug, and laughed in delight when I put a stainless steel cockring on the base of my cock and balls.

I had agreed to give Roger access to the apartment alone so that he could prepare after his workday, so Carol and I got dressed and took a walk out around our neighborhood, watching the cabbies play soccer in the local park between shifts. An hour and a half later we were ensconced in a corner booth in the bar, ordering a bottle of wine and eagerly awaiting our roommate’s arrival.

While the knots in my stomach were loosened both by Carol’s enthusiasm and my first sips of Cabernet, they weren’t entirely gone. Roger could be a bit of an enigma. Sometimes incredibly shy and introverted, sometimes a charming and witty raconteur. I knew Carol would really respond well to the latter incarnation. Which would walk through the door - Jekyl or Hyde? 

I needn’t have worried. Promptly at the top of the hour Mr. Hyde, aka Roger, came into the bar exuding boyish charm and exuberance, and carrying a single red rose. Carol and I stood to greet him. He started to hand the rose to me, puckering his lips in a bit of public double entendre, but then deftly head faked to present it to Carol with a chaste kiss on the cheek. He then greeted me with a hearty handshake. Hail fellow well met.

We skipped appetizers and moved straight to dinner. Carol loved the sea bass at this restaurant, and Roger opted for grilled chicken. I had a steak, and thus was the only one of us to properly pair my food and wine. No one really cared, and we all enjoyed the meal and camaraderie.

There was a good bit of innuendo, double entendre, and outright flirting practiced during our repast. We drank slowly, all three of us wanting to keep our senses sharp while lowering our inhibitions. At one point I was aware that Carol had slipped off her shoe and was rubbing the inside of Roger’s calf with her foot.

It soon became clear that we needed to move this party to a more private setting. Roger insisted on getting the check, and then the three of us went arm and arm down the street to our building, Carol in between the two boys. I almost started a chorus of “Off to the See the Wizard,” but kept my corny sense of humor in check.

Carol gasped in delight as we opened the door to the apartment. Roger had placed a huge bouquet of flowers on the kitchen counter, and another on the coffee table. She rushed to each vase, breathing the smells deeply and beaming. 

“Oh Roger, you shouldn’t have,” she said, moving over into his arms. “They are just so gorgeous, thank you.” With that she gave him a far from chaste kiss, molding her body to his. The last hint of a qualm about how tonight was to go vanished from my mind as my cock began to rise at the sight if my wife and my lover sharing their first kiss.

When they broke I moved in to kiss Roger. This would be the first time my wife had seen me kiss another man in the flesh. We had some very frank and open conversations about my bisexuality and activities in the past, but here was the reality in all its glory and horror in front of her. Her response was to join us, battling my tongue for Roger’s. I began to think that this was going to be fun.

We did a bit of a group grope for a few minutes, with Roger and Carol exploring each other for the first time, and me encouraging them. Ears were nibbled, torsos touched, and asses grabbed. At least two people were kissing at all times, and tongues were active.

Finally Carol pulled back and excused herself to our en suite to freshen up. I grabbed my toothbrush and Roger and I went into his bath to brush teeth. Then we stripped in his bedroom, and padded across the apartment to jump onto my king sized bed. We rolled into each other’s arms and continued making out. 

Carol came out of the bath carrying her dress and undies. She gasped when she saw Roger and I on the bed, and stood in the doorway gazing at us. Being guys, we naturally stopped snogging and stared at the naked woman in the door.

I was very proud of Carol. She was an athlete when she was young, and kept very active. This translated into a body that was still firm and lithe, even in her early fifties. She had all the right curves in the right places, and hardly an ounce of fat on her whole body. Roger seemed to be really appreciating the view, as his cock was now rock hard and standing proud in my hand.

We rolled apart and invited Carol to join us. She moved slowly, seductively swaying her hips as she walked over and crawled up onto the bed. She gave me a kiss first, then turned and melted into Roger’s arms. They immediately began making out with a fierce urgency. 

I molded myself against Carol’s back and let my hands roam up and down her body, often encountering Roger’s hand in his own explorations. I kissed her shoulders and nuzzled her neck while she and Roger continued kissing. She lifted her leg and wrapped it across Roger’s thigh, pulling their sex together. I added my cock into the mix, rubbing it on up and down her ass and on to her pussy, where it met Roger’s spongy head.

Carol now began to roll onto her back. I scooted out of the way to give her room. I knew what she wanted, and I thoroughly approved. She wanted Roger’s cock.

Roger rolled with her and they quickly assumed the missionary position while I lay on my side facing them. Roger looked over to me with a question in his eyes. I nodded and said, “Fuck her. She wants you. I want you to take her.”

To emphasize my words Carol wrapped her legs around Roger’s waist and used her hand to guide his cock into position. He eased forward at first. They humped together to find the right angle, and then his cock slipped into my wife to the hilt. I began massaging her neck, something she really loves during sex.

Carol moaned as Roger began to fuck her and looked over at me. Her eyes looked to me for reassurance, and saw my love shining back at them. I leaned in and kissed her as I continued to massage her neck with one hand while reaching down to roll her nipple with my other. She moaned again and hungrily returned my kiss.

“Thank you,” she whispered as we broke our kiss, a tear standing in her eye. 

I realized that her “thank you” was for a lot more than just allowing her pleasure with our friend. It was for opening her up to the possibilities. For supporting her indiscretions and sharing my own. It was for our love of each other. I smiled and kissed her hard.

Roger and Carol settled into a slow, steady fuck. Carol was controlling Roger’s pace and depth with her hips, and Roger was following her lead. Carol reached up and ran her hands across Roger’s chest, stopping to flick his nipples and testing the result. I had told her how I discovered that he shared my level of sensitivity on those nubbins. Roger jumped a bit, but smiled and moaned his approval.

I ran my hand back and forth from one of Carol’s breasts to the other, lightly pulling and twisting each nipple. My other hand kept up its work on her neck, informed by thirty years of cuddling to bring her maximum pleasure. I grinned up at Roger.

“Isn’t she great?” I asked my roommate. “Doesn’t her pussy feel fantastic around your cock?” I was adding some aural stimulation to the scene. Carol blushed, but instead of fussing as she might have in the past, she joined in. 

“Yeah, my pussy is loving your cock,” she said to Roger with a wicked grin. “You’re the first man I’ve ever fucked in front of Steve, and I’m really glad. Your cock feels so good sliding in and out of me. I love feeling it pulse inside.”

This inspired Roger to pick up the pace, and he shifted and lifted Carol’s hips to improve his angle of attack. This caught her by surprise, but she responded very positively.

“Oh God that’s it,” Carol said loudly. Her chest flushed a deep red, a sure sign that she was building quickly toward orgasm. “Fuck me like that. God that’s so good!”

I now abandoned Carol’s breasts and moved my hand to her pussy. The shift in position had exposed her clit. I took it in the cleft of my two middle fingers and began a rapid circular motion. I wasn’t’ directly stimulating the organ, but rotating the surrounding skin and muscle. This put her over the edge.

“Oh my God,” Carol cried out as the waves of pleasure washed over her. “Shit that is so fucking good! Arrgh!” she yelled, clenching her hips around Roger’s and shuddering in climax. Her whole body tensed and shook as she came, and her face and chest went from just bright red to crimson. 

As her orgasm subsided Roger began to fuck her again, but she stopped him and pushed him up.

“That was fabulous and I want you to cum,” Carol said, smiling sweetly up at Roger.

“But I want to watch you cum in my husband’s ass. Please fuck Steve for me?”

“Who am I to deny a lady?” Roger replied with a sweep of his hand. He looked over at me and said “assume the position, slut.”

I rolled up onto my hands and knees and eagerly pulled my wife into a deep soul kiss. I’d wanted to do something like this with her for nearly thirty years, and the reality was far exceeding all of my fantasies. I was suddenly so hyped up I felt like I could cum from just kissing her.

Carol returned my kiss and let my hands roam freely around her body. At the same time, she reached down and jacked my cock several times, then reached for the butt plug in my pucker. Her hand met Roger’s and they both stimulated my hole for several moments as Roger drizzled lube down my crack.

Carol scooted up on the bed and arranged the pillows to lean back on. She got comfortable and began to run her hands up and down her legs and across her chest as she watched Roger manipulate the butt plug to get me loose and lubricated. 

“Damn, I wish I had some popcorn,” Carol joked as she spread her knees. She was offering up a visual display to inspire our activities. Dipping her fingers into her sex and using the wetness to rub into her nipples. 

I decided that I wanted both of my lovers to see my face as Roger fucked me. Roger had a firm hold on the buttplug, so I lunged forward a bit. This pulled the plug from me with a pop, and I quickly twisted down onto my back with my head in front of Carol’s splayed legs. This positioned we so that I could look up into her face and let my eye’s wander down past her breasts to her pussy, where her fingers were now rolling her clit. I lifted my legs to invite Roger in.

Roger shuffled into position on his knees and lubed up his cock. I looked up into his eyes as he took his rod in one hand and rubbed it around my anus. I focused on relaxing my sphincter, an easy task after the stretch of the buttplug.

“Fuck me Roger,” I said in a husky voice. “Show my wife how you love to fuck my ass. I’m ready, and so is she. Come on and fuck me.”

Needing no further encouragement, Roger pressed his cock forward into my willing hole. He met only token resistance from the stretched muscle, and slid smoothly into my rear until his freshly shaved pelvis hit my smooth balls. Both Carol and I groaned as Roger bottomed out.

“That is so hot!” Carol said with real enthusiasm. “I never dreamed how good this could be. I feel so naughty.” Her face was dominated by a schoolgirl’s grin of delight.

“I love you,” I said, peering up into Carol’s eyes. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

“Oh honey I love you too,” said Carol, quickly bending down to kiss me with her legs crossed beneath her torso. Like I said, Carol was still lithe even in her fifties.

As Carol lifted back up and resumed her masturbation, Roger began to fuck me. He slid slowly back to the point where his cockhead was just inside the inner rim of my sphincter, then pushed back in. The feelings were so delicious that I could not hold back another moan, and I looked up from Carol into Roger’s eyes.

“I love you, too,” I said to Roger, a tear welling in one of my eyes. This was the first time I had expressed this level of emotion to him. We called each other “lover” but hadn’t yet been more specific. Saying it in front of my wife wasn’t something I planned. It just came out as my body and soul were flooded with emotions.

A tear sprang into Roger’s eye and he leaned down to kiss me. Our tongues wrestled roughly and he let his body respond to my words. A hand ran up and down my side and onto my chest, seeking my nipples. His cock buried itself again in my bowels.

Carol cried out and came on her fingers as she watched us kiss. Both Roger and I turned our heads to watch her cum. We were gazing straight into her sex. Her fingers were moving quickly in a circular motion around her clit, and her vagina was pulsing open and closed as she came.

This truly inspired Roger. He raised himself up and began to fuck me in earnest. His hips drove firmly back and forth, and he added a twist on the in stroke to ensure maximum stimulation of my prostate. I mimicked my wife from a few minutes earlier, and reached up to play with his nipples.

I loved the feeling of Roger’s cock sawing in and out of my ass. I left one hand playing with Roger’s chest while my other sought my own cock. It was rock hard and purple, stiffened further by the restriction of blood flow from the cockring. I dipped a couple of fingers down to the junction of Roger’s cock and my anus to gather up some lube, and then spread it up and down my shaft. I started pumping my cock in time with Roger’s thrusts.

I looked back over at Carol. She was staring at Roger’s cock at the point that it was disappearing into my bottom. Her fingers were still lightly caressing her labia, and one hand was grasping a breast. She noticed me watching and blew me a kiss, followed by a wicked grin. My wife was becoming a voyeur swinger before my eyes.

The intensity of the emotions and sexual charge we were all feeling meant that this session couldn’t last much longer. Roger was beginning to breathe hard, with sweat drops forming on his forehead. My balls were boiling and drawing up into my pelvis, preparing to explode. And Carol began seriously masturbating again. We fucked and rubbed and moaned and groaned for several more agonizing and delightful minutes.

I came first. I rubbed my thumb across my cockhead on an upstroke of my jerking off and set off the expected detonation. 

“Aaargh, ohmigod I’m cumming,” I shouted as rope after rope of cum began flying out of my cock. 

Roger took a couple of shots on his chest, as did I. One shot even flew over and hit Carol’s thigh. She reached down and scooped it up, massaging it quickly into her clitoris. My sphincter was pulsing around Roger’s cock.

Roger followed my lead. He lifted my hips and slammed his pelvis hard against mine, his thighs trembling as his semen spurted deep into my abdomen. I wrapped my legs around his hips and tried to pull his whole body inside me. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck that’s soooo gooood,” Roger crooned as he pumped me full.

“My God that is so beautiful,” Carol cried out as she too came again. “Oh honey I love you so much. Thank you for sharing this with me!”

We writhed and moaned and came. The room was filled with the sounds of orgasmic bliss. Three people expressing their joy and their love. Coming closer together through sexual sharing.

As we came down from our sexual highs Carol moved over and locked lips with me. Then we pulled in Roger for a three-way snog, and then Roger and Carol kissed. Finally, Roger and I kissed. This time the electricity that flowed between us was all emotional, and carried a deeper meaning than ever before.

Roger went into the en suite to rinse up while Carol and I cuddled. She thanked me yet again, and I thanked her profusely. She almost babbled about how incredibly hot it was to make love this way, and to share it together. I agreed and reminded her that we had much more to look forward to in the coming days.

When Roger came back out he said “Who wants some water?”

The three of us padded naked into the kitchen to get our beverages of choice. Carol shocked Roger and I by grabbing her tablet and placing a camera call to Denise. We both ducked for cover as Denise answered.

“Hi gorgeous, guess what your husband did?” Carol stood the tablet up on the counter and stepped back so that Denise could see that she was nude.

“Did he fuck you?” Denise asked, a lilt of laughter in her voice.

“Yep, and he also fucked my husband,” Carol replied, laughing. “He’s been a bad boy. Do you want me to spank him for you, or save it for tomorrow night?”

“Both,” said Denise with a wicked grin. “And just what are you doing standing there naked, you slut?”

“We’re taking a break and getting ready for Round three,” said Carol. “You better hurry up and get here. I might just eat up all the cock before you get any.”

Roger and I could not believe what we were hearing and seeing. We knew that our wives had been talking frequently in recent weeks, but we had no idea the friendship had progressed so far. Once women get past their sense of shame, they really have no boundaries.

The two of them bantered like that for another ten minutes. Carol even picked up the pad and pointed it at Roger and I to show Denise our nudity. Roger turned about fifteen shades of purple. I blushed too when Denise commented on how the cockring was keeping my rod at half-staff. Carol then made me hold the pad while she took Roger’s cock in her hand and pulled him close, then kissed him fiercely.

“Well, I better go keep these guys satisfied,” Carol sad to Denise, demurely wiping her lips after tongue kissing Roger.

“You do that, you dirty little girl,” Denise replied. “I’m going to go jill off thinking about you. I get first dibs at both guys tomorrow night!”

“It’s a deal, sleep tight,” Carol said, ending the call.

When she looked back at Roger and I Carol broke down in laughter. Apparently we both had a “deer in the headlights” look on our faces, with our jaws dropped open. I recovered first and joined her in laughter, followed by Roger.

We laughed and talked for another thirty minutes, passing caresses and kisses around as punctuation marks in our conversation. Finally Roger asked “Who’s ready for Round three?”

Both Carol and I heartily agreed. As the most experienced swinger I took the lead, suggesting a threeway daisy chain. I led the way into the bedroom.

That daisy chain is just what we did, only with a variation or two. I grabbed some items from the bottom drawer of my dresser, handing one each to Roger and Carol and grabbing the lube along the way to the bed. Carol and I often played with dildos and pegging, and we now each had a silicone rod in our hands.

“Let’s fuck each others’ ass as we play,” I said, sounding like a schoolboy setting the rules for ‘tag’ on the playground. 

I immediately lay down on my right side and guided Carol so that my head was at her crotch, and I could get her ready for the anal exploration. She wasn’t averse to anal play, but was not very experienced. My moves reassured her that I would work her up slowly. She lifted her leg and I settled my head in place, breathing in the musky perfume of her already puffy and red sex.

Roger took his place and worked around so that Carol could get at his cock and ass, while he attended to mine. For the next twenty minutes I ate Carol and worked a small dildo into her ass, while Roger did the same to me, and Carol serviced Roger. Then we switched, with Roger now eating Carol and sawing the dildo in and out of her bottom, while she sucked my cock and fucked my ass. Naturally, I completed the chain with Roger.

We kept this up another half hour or so, savoring the flavors and physical reactions of our playmates. Carol came three times on Roger’s tongue before Roger and I reached our peaks. By this time everyone was rapidly pumping the rubber phalli into each other’s rear. 

Roger and I came, and we shared our snowballs around. Not long thereafter, Roger kissed us goodnight and went to sleep in his bed, giving Carol and I some space for cuddling and pillow talk. We heard his voice talking to Denise from his room.

Epilogue: Friday Morning

“I want his cum inside me,” Carol whispered to me as Roger prepared to fuck her. It was early morning and we had just finished our first cups of coffee when Carol grabbed Roger’s cock and led him to the bedroom.

They were in the middle of Roger’s bed. Carol was on all fours, and Roger was preparing to fuck her doggy style. I kissed my horny vixen of a wife, and nodded my assent. Then I rolled beneath her into a sixty-nine position.

I reached up and guided Roger’s cock into my wife’s dripping pussy. Roger and I were taking the day off, so we had plenty of time for play before Denise was scheduled to arrive on an afternoon train. Roger slipped easily into her velvet sheath as Carol took my rapidly hardening penis between her lips.

I raised my head and licked them both, reaching around their thighs to grope at Roger’s ass. But I concentrated most of my ministrations on Roger. His cock was delicious, coated as it was with my wife’s juices, and I worked one hand into position to play with his balls.

I could see Carol’s pelvic musculature contract. She was practicing her Kegels, trying to milk the cum from Roger. I sucked on his balls for a bit, and then took his entire cock down my throat when he slipped out of Carol on a long backstroke. My finger found the pucker of his anus and wormed its way inside. He repositioned and reinserted his cock into her pussy.

The pace of fucking picked up quickly after that. My finger found Roger’s prostate. My chin was in frequent contact with Carol’s clit, and my tongue was busy on her labia, his shaft, and his balls. Moans of physical ecstasy filled the air.

After a few more minutes of fun I recognized the telltale signs of Roger’s orgasm. Carol was practically cumming constantly, her pussy gushing around his cock. His balls were drawing up, and his thrusts were becoming erratic. Finally, he came deep inside my wife. 

I lapped at their union greedily, savoring the carnal delight created by a simultaneous orgasm from my two lovers. My own cum spurted into Carol’s mouth then, but it was almost an afterthought to the sensations already swirling through me.

We remained joined for several long moments, and then began to relax. Roger’s still turgid shaft flopped wetly down onto my face as he withdrew from Carol’s pussy. I swallowed it and sucked more fluid out of his balls.

From somewhere far away I heard my wife’s voice say, “God, I love this apartment!”