Affairs Set The Stage for Later MFM Threesome Fun

Received by Joan in February, 1997

Dear Joan,

I'm Anna, wife of Dave, who has written to you in the past.  Thanks for sending the many stories.

We haven't written in a while because we've been away on a business trip out of the country.  You probably don't remember us, with all the correspondence you must receive, but we wanted to tell you that the first-person accounts of MFM threesomes that you have sent us, is changing our lifestyle. 

We fantasize about it often now.  My fears are allayed.  I'm completely convinced that my husband really does want to watch me with another man (and that it's not just one of those male fantasies he'll regret after it happens). 

We almost did it in a hotel in Europe.  We were chatting in the lounge quite openly with a nice looking, clean cut man from Seattle.  When he left to visit the men's room, my husband asked me if now might be the time.  I felt a rush, a turn-on like I've never felt before.  I was literally, instantly aroused. 

I can't explain it.  Suddenly, my head was full of the image of him in bed with me, of his cock erect in my hand while my hubby watched (it's arousing me all over again to recall the scene right now).  When the fellow returned, we suggested he might like to join us upstairs for a night cap.  Alas, it wasn't to happen.  He wanted to, that was clear enough, but he had a night flight to Hong Kong that he had to catch, for a business meeting in the morning.

I was genuinely disappointed.  I'd come a long way from my virgin days... to that point of actually being aroused at the idea of fucking... not making love, just fucking... another man.  And then he was snatched away from me at the last moment.  It's going to happen, Joan.  We both know it now, and we can hardly wait.  When it does, we'll tell you all the details.

In the meantime, would you please send us some more of your recent accounts from other couples.  Their stories really turn us on, and we both want to keep our "lust level" high and ready for the next opportunity.  Thanks so much for your service.

Anna


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Received by Joan in November, 1999...

Joan-

This is in response to your request for my perspective (as a wife) on our first threesome experience.  

Dave, my husband, and I are just turning forty.  We've been married 17 years, and in the year or so leading up to our first threesome encounter, two years back, we found ourselves talking more and more about widening our sexual horizons. 

We'd both had earlier affairs, so it wasn't an entirely innocent fantasy that we shared (more about that later).  We usually began our erotic bedtime conversations by inquiring about some aspect of each other's earlier dalliances.  "That week I went to Chicago, did you see him then?" Dave would ask.  "Yes," I'd reply.  "I fucked him in this very bed." 

"Tell me about it," he'd say, and I would unburden myself of all the orgiastic lust my lover and I had shared... all to Dave's passionate arousal.  Or, I'd ask him, "When I went to mother's funeral, did you have her here?"  And he'd say, "Yes... along with another couple."  I would imagine the four of them naked, entangled in our king-sized bed, and feel the fluids in my pussy seeping out.  Such admissions would invariably lead us on into wild, wonderful sex, and we gradually became more "what if . . .?" and specific.

"What if you had the chance to fuck him again," Dave would ask.  "Would you like to feel his hard prick inside you again?"  His words, the idea, would inflame me.  My pussy would burn with desire.  And, reaching over, the hardness of his cock would tell me that they inflamed my husband too.  

He would move between my outspread thighs, lay his hard cock against my clit and the cleft of my pussy lips, and say, "talk to me like you talked to him."  And, I'd say that I told him, "give me your prick... your stiff prick. Put it in my cunt, the cunt my husband fucks when he is home."  

Dave would say, "did you really talk to him like that?"  I'd say, "Not only that, I's say 'Yesss fuck me!  Fuck my cunt!'  Then my lover would say, "is my prick better than your husband's?"  And, I'd say, "Yes... bigger, thicker, harder, heavier.  Now give it to me."  My assessment would not be entirely accurate.  My husband's prick is the best I've ever felt... but it turned him on so to believe that I'd fucked a bigger one. I considered my fib to be a harmless little white lie.

Anyway, as you can see... and, I suppose, like so many other couples before us have written you... we were inching ever closer to really trying an MFM threesome.  All that it would take was a proper time and convenient place.  And, that came quite unexpectedly at a homecoming football weekend. 


Our First Threesome...
Dave's Eastern college football team was playing at one of the other school's campus.  His fraternity had a chapter on that campus.  So we, along with several of his frat brothers, attended the post game party there... and who should we meet in the bar but Dave's old fraternity roommate.

Dave had told me about his school days... how he and Willy had passed women on to each other... how they once took turns fucking a Smith College girl in his Chevy on their way back from Christmas vacation... how they hid a tape recorder beneath their dorm beds to record the sounds of each other fucking her there. 

So, I knew that Willy's smile, so affable and delighted to meet me, was as much a leer, undressing me, as an introductory grin.  Willy's conversation topics were a further bellwether of where his imagination was heading.  "Has Dave been behaving himself?"  "Has he given up his horny old ways?"  Questions like that.  And, as he held me on the dance floor, I could feel his hardening cock pressing against my mound as he pulled me closer with each new slow dance tune.  I began to fantasize about a threesome with him, and did nothing to disabuse him of his erotic advances.

Dave knew what was going on.  "You're enjoying him, aren't you?" he asked me when Willy went to corral more drinks.  "I'm hot for him," I answered frankly.  "For him... and for you," I continued.  We had a room at a Best Western motel, and as the party wound into its rowdyish second or third keg of beer, Dave proposed that we all move along to someplace quieter... like "our place."  Willy was the first to agree.

The moment we entered the room and closed the door behind us, Willy excused himself to go to the bathroom.  Dave took me in his arms and kissed me.

"You're sure you want him?" he asked me.

"Do you want me to fuck him?" I countered.

"If you want to, yes... but only if you want to."

"I want to," I said.  I was aflame.

Willy came out and I went to him, put my arms around his neck and kissed him.  I ground my pussy against his cock, as he had ground his cock against me while dancing.

"What's going on?" he asked, pulling away, feigning surprise.

"You know what's going on," I said, and swam back into his arms again.  "Fuck me, Willy!" I announced.

"Go for it, man," Dave said, seating himself in a corner chair.

Then Willy's hands were all over me... my tits, my flanks, my ass and my thighs.  My clothes were quickly puddling to the floor.  I was being laid out naked, save for my white silk panties, on the bed... and not by my husband. 

Willy's mouth was kissing, sucking, licking, lapping my tits, my belly, down into my pubic hair.  I was sighing and moaning.  He spread my thighs, exposing my cunt, that was oozing its juice between its lips.  Then he sank his tongue right there.  I looked over at Dave.  He had his prick out and was stroking it.  Willy peeled my panties off, and his tongue slithered into my crack.

(Oh god!  I'm so hot writing this!  I have a hand down inside my panties fingering my clit.  I remember... it was soooooooooo good!)

To say Willy licked me, would be an understatement.  Willy devoured me!  

His tongue tip probed my hot wet sheath.  The flat of his tongue slathered up and down my hot, hungry cunt, then flickered over my swollen clit.  I was wild with lust, heaving my cunt up into his hot wet mouth.  While watching us, I noticed that Dave was jerking off.  Willy moved up over me and placed his cock head at the mouth of my hot cunt.

"What do you want now?" he whispered.  The words I used to use with my old lover came back to me.  "I want you," I said.  "Put it in me!  Fuck my cunt!  I wanna feel your prick inside me!"  And he did.  Willy slid into me full length. 

I looked over at my husband.  "He's in me," I said.  "He's fucking me... while you watch."

"Fuck him hard," Dave groaned as he jerked his prick.  "Wrap your cunt around his prick and milk it."

We talked like that all through it.  Willy fucked me long and well.  I came a couple of times on his sweet cock.  Then Dave fucked me... then Willy again.  We traded, sucked and licked each other for hours.  

There is no way to accurately describe the sequential action, or all that was said.  It was orgasm city for all of us, primitive lust, not once... but time and again.  Finally, `my men' gave up, exhausted.  We lay in a heap, kissing, caressing, sliding slowly into sleep... and when I woke up, Willy was gone.

"He thought we needed time alone to talk about this," Dave said.  And so we did.  And, naturally, it turned us on all over again.  We fucked so long, re-living that wondrous night, that we stayed past checkout, and had to pay an extra half-day room fee.

We both agreed, on the drive back home, that it was worth it.  We've invited Willy to visit us for a repeat whenever he can get away.  In the meantime, we content ourselves with one little item I neglected to tell either Willy or Dave before hand.  I'd slipped our micro-cassette recorder into the night table next to the bed, and left the drawer open a crack through our whole encounter.  Now Dave and I, in bed at night, not only re-live that wonderful experience, we listen to ourselves having it.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I have writing it.  I'm dripping wet with desire right now.  Alas, Dave's not home right now to get me off.  But Mr. Buzzy, (batteries not included) has proved an excellent surrogate in times past.  Excuse me, Joan... I think I hear him calling.


Our Earlier Affairs...
About those affairs I mentioned at the beginning... Dave's affair grew out of a mutual friendship with a woman at his office who was going through a divorce.  We weekended together, went to concerts together, often had her to the house for dinner, and she often stayed over in our guest room. 

One evening, at a rock concert, we got very stoned.  I was tired and went to bed.  They stayed up, sipping wine, listening to Clapton.  When I woke up a few hours later, my husband was not beside me, but the apartment was dark and quiet.  I got up, listened at the guest room door... and heard my husband fucking our guest. 

Did I burst in on them?  No.  I tried to tell myself I was angry, but the truth was I was immediately aroused.  I stood in the hall listening to them and masturbating.  And when I heard him grunt a muffled, "Oooooh," and her moan, "Here it cums... don't stop!"  I came myself... so heard I almost fainted there in the hall.  

Then I hurried back to bed, and resolved to go out and get fucked myself.  Which I did. 

One fellow in my office had been hitting on me for months, and I had to admit I was attracted to him.  He had a reputation for being a "ladies' man", and that alone stirred prurient fantasies.  In my line of work, I worked late one night a week, often until well past midnight.  We would break for dinner, then come back to the office. 

But a few weeks after that incident between my husband and our guest, we finished up early.  I could have gone home, but "Fred" invited me to dine with him.  I did.  We ended up in his apartment, fucking and sucking ourselves silly.  

His cock felt so good in me, I can't describe it.  It wasn't that I loved my husband less, or found him less of a lover.  It was the newness, the "forbiddenness" of it all... the feel of a hot new tongue slithering between my pussy lips and over my clit, of a hard new cock pushing into me; the wild, wanton feeling of being spread out naked in another man's apartment, with his prick embedded in a cunt that had only known my husband's cock since we were married. 

I came... ooooh God, did I cum!  Over and over and over!  And he shot inside me, and I could feel his semen spurting and squirting into my cunt's soft wet, eager flesh.

(Whew!  Am I masturbating as I remember this?  God, is a pig's ass pork?)

Anyway, I got home shortly after my husband.  The reflection on what I'd just done had left me enormously aroused.  But the consequence never occurred to me.  When we went to bed and Dave's fingers snaked out for my pussy, he suddenly bolted upright. 

"You're soaked!" he cried.  "You've been fucking someone!"

There was no point denying it.  I 'fessed up'... knowing that if he exploded, I still held the tit-for-tat hole card of him fucking another woman in our very own home.  But... he didn't get angry.  He got hot. 

He insisted on hearing the details, and got hotter, harder, with each described lick and lap of my lover's tongue, each described stroke of his sweet prick in my happily unfaithful cunt.  And so did I.  Before long, I was eager to get fucked again (the idea of having two different cocks fucking me in one night was itself a near-orgasmic stimulant). 

But when I knelt over him and took his lovely rigid prick into my eager mouth, it was my turn to bolt upright.  "You've been fucking her again, haven't you?" I cried.  "You didn't even wash!  I can smell her pussy on your pubic hair!"

He admitted it.  And suddenly, I was more aroused than I can ever remember being, before or since.  The idea that I'd been spread out, cunt wide open and oozing juice, beneath my lover's fierce, plundering prick while, at the same time, my husband's prick was buried in another woman's cunt... was almost more than I could bear.  Alive with lust, I swung over Dave and shoved his cock into my cunt... buried it in one furious stroke... and we fucked, telling each other what it was like to fuck someone else.

And that was how it began.  Our respective affairs lasted several months.  Each week, on that appointed night, we would meet our lovers and fuck their brains out, and then come home and fuck each other.  It lasted until we were transferred to another city, a very long distance away.  

And now, for the second time in two days, I hear Mr. Buzzy calling. Ooooh Jesus! He's shouting! Telling of our subsequent threesomes, I'm afraid, that will have to wait for another time. Right now, I'm gonna cum.

Anna in California