This is just a little story about my first threesome. It wasn’t planned, it just sort of happened. In fact, I'm probably the last person you would ever imagine having a threesome. I have a group of friends and we chat from time to time. Of course, like most ladies, we occasionally chat about sex, compare notes, etc. On the fantasies side, we pretty much all agreed that a threesome was at, or near the top of the list. By threesome, I mean me with two men. I know that with men it tends to be the other way around. Alma from the bakers swears she had a threesome in her college years, but she is known for telling tall stories.
Although it appears to be a man’s fantasy to go to bed with two women, I’ve heard that they also fantasize about watching their wife having sex with another man. I can’t think why they would want to do that, but apparently some do. With that in mind, sharing their wife with another man in a threesome would appear to tick more than one box. I suppose I will never understand the workings of a man’s mind. It happened about a year ago, and as I said, was totally unplanned. My life was about to change in ways I could never imagine.
I arrived home a little late that day. My husband’s brother, Jim, was coming around for dinner. By the time I got home he’d already arrived and was having a drink with my husband. Jim had recently broken up with his long-term partner and was feeling a bit down. My husband thought it would be a good idea to invite him round for dinner. I agreed, he probably wasn’t feeding himself properly. A good home-cooked meal and a bit of company would probably raise his spirits.
Jim is a couple of years younger than my husband and we actually have a bit of history. It’s all in the past now, but I went out with him a couple of times before meeting his older brother, Harry, my husband. It wasn’t anything serious; I was only nineteen at the time. I remember kissing him a few times but that was about it. I used to hang out with a small crowd from college, and Jim just happened to be one of them. Like I said, it was nothing serious.
It was through Jim I met, and eventually married, his brother. That was almost seventeen years ago. Anyway, back to the story. Although I had arrived home a little later than usual, I still had plenty of time to rustle up a wholesome meal. I only work afternoons at the bank so managed to prepare most of it in the morning. As soon as I walked through the front door I could hear Jim laughing and joking with my husband in the lounge. I kicked my shoes off in the hall and went straight in to greet him.
Having just come from work, I was wearing my bank uniform, dark blue knee-length skirt with matching jacket. A white blouse and a sort of tie with the bank's logo on it completed the look. I say sort of tie, it’s a cross between a bow-tie and a cravat. I took my jacket off, threw it towards the chair, and missed. It landed on the floor. As I was undoing my tie, my husband started humming ‘The Stripper’ tune. You know... that jazzy tune they play when someone strips. Then Jim joined in.
I thought it was quite funny so played along. I gave a little wiggle as I seductively undid and removed my tie. All the time they kept humming the tune. It really was just a bit of fun so I pulled my blouse from my skirt and started to undo my buttons, in tune to their humming. Doing a sexy dance, I turned my back to them as I undid the last button. Then, holding my blouse closed I turned to face them before quickly opening it to give them a flash of my bra. As I was leaving the room they started clapping and shouting, more, more.
I was laughing as I ran upstairs for a quick shower and change. I felt a bit naughty for pretending to do a striptease, even naughtier for giving them a quick flash. Just as well it was only a quick flash. I had come from work so was wearing my comfortable, and not very flattering bra. As silly as it might sound, doing that in front of my husband and his brother aroused me a little. I was actually in the mood for a bit of finger action, but time was against me. Instead, I put that thought in my pleasure bank for later.
When I got out of the shower, Harry was in the bedroom. I couldn’t believe it when he said that he and his brother really enjoyed my little striptease. I honestly thought he was joking, but the bulge in his pants told me otherwise. Oddly enough, I had never done anything like that before. Over the years we tried a few things, I guess most couples do, but never striptease. So when he asked me if I would do it again, I gladly agreed. Then I gave his bulge a little squeeze and told him I hoped he would be able to hang on to it for later.
I told Harry to stick the oven on and keep his brother entertained while I quickly dried my hair. Before he left the room he asked me to wear something sexy for the evening, he really was in the mood that day. I decided to wear black stockings, a black bra that made the most of my cleavage, and matching black silky knickers. I finished it off with a shortish pleated skirt and white blouse. I was already aroused, now I was thinking of the fun I would have when Jim went home.
They were the kind of clothes that always turned Harry on. I knew it would be a big tease for him. He’d know what I was wearing underneath but would have to wait the whole evening, until his brother left. And of course, so would I. As I arrived in the lounge, Jim gave me an approving whistle. I slapped his arm and told him to stop being naughty. This just started them off, giggling like little children. I never imagined Jim having sexual thoughts about me. I guess with him being my brother-in-law it never occurred to me.
To be honest, I never really thought about him in that way. I don’t know why as he is quite handsome, and I did sort of go out with him once. So when I realised that my little striptease did something for him, it excited me a bit more than it should have. I was starting to wish I’d given him a better flash of my boobs. Just to see if I could have made a tent in his pants. Of course, that would have been a bit embarrassing for him. It’s all too easy for a woman to conceal her state of arousal, not so a man. I tried to put the thought out of my head; I still had a dinner to prepare.
Dinner itself went well, and by the time it was over we all had full tummies and a good drink. I was feeling a tad squiffy so decided to make some coffee whilst I loaded the dishwasher. What with all the wine over dinner and naughty thoughts going through my head, I had completely forgotten to take the ice-cream cake out of the freezer. It would never defrost in time now. I called Harry into the kitchen and told him dessert was off. He said I wasn’t to worry; he had a much better idea and returned to the lounge.
I could hear the men were having fun, they were laughing quite loudly. I only found out why when I returned. We have one of those smart light bulbs in the lounge, the kind you can change colour with an app on the phone. As I entered the room, my husband turned it to red and uttered the words I will never forget. “Alexa: play The Stripper. Dessert has arrived.” At first I thought he was joking, so I just did a little bit of a wiggle and went to sit down. “Oh come on darling.” He said. “You promised me you’d do it again later. We’ve been looking forward to dessert all evening.”