"Three on a Bed" 
by Flipper60


My wife is the type of woman who could be called almost 
prudish in her sexual desires.

When we met she was still a virgin, so everything she's
learned about sex has been with me.  I've tried to get her
to loosen up, but it's been a long and tough process.  She
believed that sex was just a little foreplay and then
intercourse.  And no matter how much I tried to get her to
loosen up, she always resisted.

We had been married 10 years before I finally convinced
her to give me the occasional blowjob.  She thought it was
disgusting, but finally relented when I convinced her how
much I really wanted it. The thing is, she's really great at
it.  

She sucks a cock like she was brought up on it. It was
definitely a hidden talent that I was glad I had finally
unlocked.  Now, on special occasions, I could get a blowjob.
But I wasn't satisfied with that. Like any guy, I wanted
more.

For our 12th anniversary, I put together an elaborate
plan to get her to try something a little different. It 
took me nearly a month to plan, and it was very risky, 
but I felt that the possible reward was worth it. If 
things backfired, I'd surely piss off my wife on our 
anniversary, and wind up divorced.  But if things went 
well, our sex life would change forever.

As our day approached, she asked what I wanted for a
gift.  I held her close and told her that I wanted her to be
my little slut for one night.  When she asked what I meant,
I told her that I wanted her to dress the way I said and do
what I wanted for one night. Initially, she said no, but
eventually gave in.

So on the appointed night, I came home with a single red
rose, and gave her a long deep kiss, while grabbing a hand
full of her firm round ass.  I told her I was taking her out
to dinner, and that we were going to dress up.  As we went
to the bedroom to get ready, I pulled out a short tight
dress for her to put on. She'd worn it before, and even
though it was more revealing than she liked, she resigned
herself to wearing it to live up to her promise to me.

As she reached for her pantie drawer, I told her no
panties this night.  She balked at that idea, but when I
reminded her of her promise, she relented. Dinner was
uneventful.  We went to a nice restaurant and had a good
meal. The fact that she was sitting there with her pussy
bare under her short dress drove me nuts, and I guess she
thought that was all I was after.

When we got home, I got out another bottle of champagne
to go with the one we drank with dinner.  I lit a candle and
we sat on the couch sipping the champagne and necking.  I
started to rub her round tits till her nipples got hard.  My
hands were now exploring her body, and as I reached her bare
pussy, the wetness became very apparent to me. I suggested
that we go to the bedroom to continue.  

So we took the candle with us and went up to the bedroom.  
We quickly shed our clothes and began to explore each other 
with our hands while passionately kissing.  I was so horny 
I could barely stand it, and I could tell by my wet fingers 
that the foreplay and champagne was having a similar effect 
on her.

I whispered in her ear that I would really like a blow
job.  She told me that she figured when I said that she had
to do what I wanted, that I had a blowjob in mind. I told
her that I wanted her to get on all fours at the end of the
bed while I layed in front of her.  She complied and soon
was giving some excellent head.  I held her head as she
bobbed up and down on my hard cock. I asked her if she was
horny, and of course she mumbled a yes.  

I said that it was too bad that I couldn't fuck her wet 
cunt at the same time she was sucking my cock. She tried 
to nod her agreement while not removing my cock from her 
mouth.  I told her to spread her legs a little wider and 
to imagine a hard dick entering her wet pussy.  After a 
little coaxing she complied.  She seemed to be getting 
into the fantasy as she was rocking her hips while 
sucking my dick.

Then, just as I had planned, my friend Jon snuck out of
our closet, naked... and with a raging hard-on in his 
hand. As he crept up behind my wife I asked her if she 
was still imagining that hard cock pounding her tight 
pussy, and she moaned her yes.   

I grabbed her head a little tighter and fucked her face. 
At the same time Jon grabbed her hips and plunged his dick 
into her dripping cunt in one swift movement.  She 
struggled for a second, trying to understand what was 
happening, but the combination of the position she was 
in, the champagne she had consumed, and the ecstasy she
was feeling, she soon resigned herself to her predicament.

As Jon began to pound her hot little box, she responded
by sucking harder on my cock. The sight of another man
fucking my wife while she swallowed my dick was driving me
to the brink in a big hurry.  In no time I was shooting a
huge load of cum into my darling wife's mouth.  She nearly
gagged on it as she pulled away to let some of it splash on
her face and in her hair.

As my cock stopped spurting, she tried to look behind
her to see who it was inside her.  I quickly grabbed her 
face and told her, "No!"  She was not to know who her 
mystery fuck was.  In fact, I grabbed a scarf I had 
stashed next to the bed and tied it around her eyes
to keep her from seeing him.  

Soon I could hear that she was reaching waht appezared to
be an earth-shattering orgasm.  As she bucked and moaned, 
Jon sped up his assault on her cunt.  Soon he jammed his 
cock quite deep into her, paused, and then deposited a 
load of his cum deep within her pussy. 

That sight had the desired effect of getting me hard again.
I told her to turn around on the bed, and when she did, Jon
gently took her head in his hands, as he placed his wet, 
semi-hard cock at her lips.  She surprised me by not 
hesitating to take him into her mouth.  I enjoyed watching
her bathe his cock with her tongue.

As I knelt behind her I could make out their combined juices 
running down her thighs.  I slipped my dick into my wife's
soaking wet snatch.  The feeling of her pussy filled with 
Jon's cum was different to say the least.  I began fucking 
her for all I was worth.  My balls were slapping against 
her clit with each stroke.

I wet my finger with the cum that was oozing out of her
hole, and began to lube up her tight virgin ass.  Her only
response was to moan even louder than she had been.  While I
continued to ram my cock into her hot pussy, I slowly
inserted a finger into her tight ass. 

It was kind of weird feeling.  I could feel my cock with my 
finger, and the other way around.  She made no move to stop 
me as I fingered her ass while pounding her cunt, while she 
sucked Jon's dick like a pro.

She had her second and third orgasms before each of us
came for the second time.  She collapsed on the bed spent
and sore.  Jon kissed her on her forehead and quietly left.
I wrapped my arms around her and thanked her for a great 
anniversary as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning she (somewhat embarrassed) asked me who
the other person was.  I just smiled.  To this day I 
haven't answered her question.  That one secret seems to
frighten her and excite her all at the same time...and 
that's the way I plan to leave things.

She and Jon have never met (other than that night in our 
bedroom... when my wife's eyes were fully covered).  But,
she seems to give the once-over to every new male I
introduce her to socially.

At various times while we have made love, she has repeated
her question, "Who was it?"  I always simply say, "Wouldn't
you like to know?  Maybe some time I will tell you."

The truth is that I think she would welcome a repeat
performance.  Jon and I have talked about doing a similar
thing for my wife for Valentine's Day.



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