My wife, Paula, and I have been doing threesomes with our partner, Steve, for a little over three years, and it is always an incredible experience that takes us to incredible heights. We usually hook up a couple of times a week and every time we fuck it it always seems to get better. Here's our story:
Steve was a former boyfriend of my wife for about a year or so and she was in the process of breaking it off with him when we started dating. At the time, Steve was a party boy several years older than her that spent too much time at bars and didn't have any direction in his life. However, he does have an eight-inch cock that he knows how to use and he always had a supply of coke and weed on hand. She said the sack time was always good for her and was probably the only reason she let him stay around. (Of course! One eight-inch cock plus a couple of party favors equals some wild fucking!)
Paula told me after we had been together for a couple of years that she had continued to fuck Steve for a month or so after we first started dating. It was usually about once a week. She abruptly stopped when she realized that she had a much better thing going on with me and didn't want to jeopardize that. I had a good-paying job as a Medical Technologist, my seven-inch cock was almost as big as his, and I, too, knew how to use it. I didn't know Steve at the time and wouldn't have recognized him if he walked by me on the street.
Please bear with me. I'll get back to Steve in a bit. I want to give a brief (I hope) chronology of our lifestyle history:
Fast forward a couple of years after Steve was out of the picture and Paula and I were still together. We both were making good salaries and advancing in our careers. Most importantly, we were having great sex with each other, and it showed no signs of slowing down. Paula liked watching porn that had a lot of MFM action, and she expressed an interest in having two cocks at once on a few occasions. We talked about it every now and then but it never went beyond that point (yet!).
As fate would have it, about a year later, a friend of mine was getting married. I had known him and his girlfriend, Jen, for many years. Jen and Paula had become good friends over a few years time span and Paula was asked to be her Maid of Honor at the wedding. My friend’s brother, Carl, whom I had met on a few occasions, was going to be the Best Man.
I noticed at the wedding that Carl and Paula were quite flirty with each other. He was a good-looking guy with a nice physique. The sexual tension between the two of them was palpable. As the reception was winding down, Paula and I were sitting alone and talking about the day. During the course of our conversation, I told Paula it appeared that Carl would like nothing more than fucking her.
She said, "Yeah, I think I was flirting more than I should have," then added, "If I was single and unattached, I probably would do a one-night stand with him."
As our conversation progressed, we started talking about our sex life and getting to another level with it. At some point, Paula said, "I'm getting horny as hell and I'm going to fuck your brains out when we get up to our room."
I replied, half-jokingly, "As horny as you are, you might need two guys to take care of you. Maybe we can get Carl to come to our room and see what happens. You've said on several occasions that you would like getting taken care of by two cocks at once and this is your chance."
She was surprised and not sure if I was serious. I assured her I was open to the idea and was getting a boner thinking about it. She was all in and told me she was getting wet thinking about it.
We acknowledged to each other that although we both were excited at the moment, things could change. Since we had never done anything like this, the possibility existed that things could take an abrupt turn when the actual event started happening. We agreed that either one of us could end the encounter at any time if we wanted to.
Thanks to Paula, we knew that Carl's horny knob was turned all the way up to ten, after the day's events. We hoped that would factor into increasing our chance of bringing our fantasy to fruition. We decided we would ask Carl if he wanted to come up to our room and smoke some weed with us.
We located Carl and chatted a little to find out if he had any plans for the evening. He said he wasn't going to do much of anything and was probably going to bed early so he could get up first thing in the morning for the six-hour drive home. As we were getting up to leave, we asked him if he wanted to come to our room and smoke some bud. He liked the idea and the three of us headed up to our room.
After we smoked a joint, we sat around drinking wine and chatting. I sensed a lot of sexual tension in the room and was trying to figure out how to get to the next step. Paula had a good buzz on by now and must have decided she was going to take charge of the situation and not let this possible opportunity slip away. She surprised the hell out of both of us when she went into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later, naked, and abruptly announced that she wanted to fuck both of us. Within about five minutes, we all ended up naked on the bed, spit-roasting Paula, who was on fire.
Paula's bold move led us to our first threesome and I'm forever grateful. It was unbridled, intense erotic fucking that took our lives and relationship to new heights. There were no negative emotions, awkward moments, or hesitations. We fucked for about two hours. The way everything flowed emotionally and physically made it incredible.
The idea of a threesome didn't come front and center in my brain until the flirty wedding day. We didn't have a "Hey, maybe we can find a threesome partner" conversation prior to the event and neither of us had viewed Carl as a potential playmate prior to the wedding day. In my opinion, how flawlessly everything went was the fact that, although he was basically a stranger, we had some time to get to know him a little better due to the socialising that took place at the parties, dinners and rehearsals prior to the wedding.
We both loved what had happened and definitely were interested in exploring the swinging lifestyle after experiencing that incredible fuck session. Looking back, I realize that we were extremely lucky. The right chain of events happened and consequently, we had a great experience. A lot of things could have gone wrong and there are a lot of stories out there that give testament to bad first experiences in regard to people's initial exploration of non-monogamous sex.
After the wedding encounter, we were proceeding cautiously in regard to satisfying our desires. We did a couple of meetups but didn't get a vibe from either couple. About six months after our first threesome with Carl, we reconnected with him for our second threesome.
We were going to spend a few days at Gore Mountain. Carl lives about an hour away so we we contacted him and invited him to come up to the mountain for a visit. He came to our hotel and spent the night. It was non-stop cock for Paula. We fucked our brains out. From mid-evening to the early morning hours, it was: fuck, rest, repeat.
About one year after my friend's wedding, Paula and I got married. We went on a two-week cruise for our honeymoon, and as fate and a little luck would have it, we met an attractive couple in their mid-forties who were also healthcare professionals. He was a Pharmacist and she was an RN (as is Paula). We became good friends in a short amount of time. We had much in common and they were a lot of fun to be with.
About four or five days later, we found out they were swingers and we all ended up naked in their cabin. That was my first taste of mature pussy and Paula's first taste of mature cock. We fucked with them daily after that. A couple of times we fucked in the afternoon as well as in the evening but mostly in the evening.
The afternoon sessions usually consisted of a group fuck where each gal got an MFM and some same room bitch switching. The evening sessions were more of the same with each couple splitting up and spending the night in separate cabins. In the morning, we would reunite in our respective cabins. Paula and I would do a quick fuck until a little before the last breakfast seating at nine o'clock and then rush down to the dining room to get some food and coffee.
All of the fucking we were doing was definitely putting our libido into high gear. We committed to pursuing and expanding this new and exciting thing in our lives. Our new friends, knowing that we were newbies, knew we needed some guidance and gave us a lot of good advice regarding the lifestyle. They lived in the midwest and we would call them from time to time to give them progress reports and ask questions. We never saw them again and lost touch with them after a few years.
One thing we learned through our research and talking with our mid-western friends was that getting into a good MFM relationship is very difficult to do. You don't want to inadvertently hook up with somebody who is pervy, mentally unstable, cheating on their wife or girlfriend or who turns out to be a stalker. We came to the conclusion that finding classy, educated, intelligent couples and establishing good relationships with them was what we needed to do. We refrained from immediately jumping into bed with anyone we met. That seemed to be a sensible thing at the time, and it still is. We found that it’s best if you take the time to first get to know people a little bit. If the right vibe is there, you tend to pick it up quickly. If it's not there, you tend to pick that up quickly, too.
Even though our experience was limited, we felt that group sex was the best way forward. So far, it had been great for us when we were with like-minded, easy-going, respectable people. As we proceeded forward, and since then, all of our encounters have always been good to excellent. We have met some awesome people who love to fuck and do it often.
We have hooked up with probably a dozen couples over the years. There are four couples that we are still with after almost twenty years. We (i.e., all the couples) know each other, and there have been times when three, four, or all five couples will get together.
So, as the years went by, we were, and still are, in a very good place in regards to our sex life and our friends. We have met some great people, and we fuck a lot. As I stated before, we now fuck with Steve (remember him?) a couple of times a week and will spend the weekends with a couple, once or twice a month. Some of us even take vacations together from time to time.
Let's get back to Steve and how he came back into the picture:
About four years ago, Paula was at the grocery store and ran into Steve. He was with his wife, Judy, whom Paula knew because she was a high school classmate, and they grew up in the same neighborhood. Steve had straightened out, got his act together, and married Judy. He and Judy moved to New Hampshire, and their lives improved greatly. They had recently moved back to our area, and it turned out the house they bought was about a mile and a half from ours. Paula invited them to our house, and we entertained them as a couple every now and then. We had no intention of seducing them and were just being friendly neighbors.
In a short amount of time, Judy and Paula rekindled their friendship due to their history of growing up and going to school together. When you're a healthcare professional, for reasons unknown to me, many people will tell you their problems, both medical and personal, even if they hardly know you. As their relationship grew, at some point, Judy revealed to Paula that she had some female problems due to a botched surgery on her female parts. This problem caused her to have very painful vaginal sex. (I'm guessing Steve having an eight-inch cock probably didn't help either) The only sex she was having with Steve was oral and a finger that could only go in a couple of inches. Judy told Paula that she told Steve she would understand if he got a fuck buddy and would agree to it as long as he didn't get emotionally involved and leave her for that person. He was hesitant and didn't seek anyone out.