THE MASSAGE THAT LEAD TO OCCASIONAL THREESOMES
A True Story About the Special Joy of 
Watching My Wife Being Pleasured by Another Guy


By Mike S.

The following happened about four years ago, while my 
wife and I were on vacation.  

Frannie, my wife, and I decided to take a short trip to 
Florida.  We wanted to enjoy the sun and the beach, and 
get some deserved relaxation.  So, we left the kids 
with my parents and headed south.  On the second day 
after we got there, while reading the local paper, I 
ran into an ad from a massage service which said it 
catered to women.  

Something sparked in my twisted mind.  By the way, at 
the time Fran was 33, and I was 34.  I remembered the 
many times my wife had told me she wished she could 
have gotten a good massage after a hard day at work.  I 
remember telling her to do it, but she never did.  

I called the number listed in the ad, and was greeted 
by a very pleasant lady who asked what I was looking 
for.  I told her that I was looking for a younger male 
who was attractive, to give my wife a surprise massage.  
She told me she would have one of her masseurs call me.  

A male voice called when we were out that day, and left 
a message, saying "I am from the `service.' When you 
call back, ask for Wayne."  I went down to the lobby 
and called the number he had left.  I asked him a few 
questions, and then set an appointment for the next 
evening at 8.  During the conversation he asked about 
me and my wife, and what exactly we were looking for.  
I told him about my planned surprise, and how I didn't 
mind if he went a bit further than the massage.  I left 
it at that.  He seemed to understand.  

I don't think I slept that night.  I kept playing in my 
head what might happen the next night.  I had some very 
pleasant and arousing thoughts.  During the five years 
Frannie and I had been married, I had often fantasized 
about my wife with another man.  Whenever I told Fran 
of my thoughts, she said I was a big jerk to have such 
thoughts; but I felt that down deep, she really 
wouldn't mind trying such an thing.  

We spent the day at the beach.  At the end of the 
afternoon we went up to our suite, changed and went 
down to dinner.  I ordered a bottle of wine with our 
seafood, and we had a great time.  We were back in the 
room around 7:45 p.m.  Fran was a bit horny, and 
started to neck with me.  

She looked fantastic.  She was wearing a short back 
dress which hugged her nice figure.  Her beautiful face 
seemed to glow.  I told her how beautiful she looked, 
and kissed her again.  About that time we heard the 
knock on the door.  She looked very puzzled as to whom 
it could be.  I smiled and I told her, "It's a 
surprise."

I opened the door to a handsome young man who 
identified himself as Wayne.  He was wearing a sweat 
top and shorts, and he carried a bag of supplies.  He 
looked to be in his late 20s, dark hair, blue eyes, 
well-formed cheek bones, and very well built.  The look 
on my wife's face was a mixture of shock and disbelief.  

I invited him in and introduced him to Fran, telling 
her, "This is your surprise.  Wayne here is going to 
give you that massage you have always wanted."  Wayne 
looked pleasantly surprised to see how attractive she 
was.  

Frannie just stood stunned in the middle of the room, 
looking at him taking stuff out of his bag.  She was 
giving me those looks like `what do you think you are 
doing?'  For a second I thought she was gonna kick both 
he and I out.  But Wayne turned to her and asked her to 
go change.  

He said, "take your clothes off and wrap yourself with 
this towel."  He handed a big soft towel to her.  She 
took the towel from him and headed to the bathroom, 
flashing a look at me that seemed to say, `I'm gonna 
kill you.'  Fran looked nervous, and yet excited!  I 
was relieved.  

While waiting, Wayne took off his shoes and sox, and we 
talked about the weather.  Then he softly whispered how 
great my wife looked.  I smiled and nodded my head.  
Fran came out of the bathroom, with the large towel 
wrapped around her body.  I could see that she had left 
her bra on, and later I learned she had left her 
panties on too.  Wayne laid a couple of towels on the 
bed and asked her to lay down on her stomach.  

Fran looked terrified, and kept giving me one of those, 
`I can't believe you did this' looks!  She closed her 
eyes.  At first she laid stiff.  Wayne applied some 
lotion to his hands and began gently massaging her 
shoulders.  Then he slid his sweat shirt up over his 
head, threw it on the floor, and moved over to the side 
of the bed.  Wayne's bare chest sported a healthy crop 
of dark hair.  After a few more strokes he adjusted the 
towel that was covering her, and proceeded to unfasten 
her bra.  

I heard a small whimper from her as he helped her 
remove her bra, "Lift a bit and I will pull this out, 
so I don't get any lotion on it," he said.  He looked 
at me and smiled.  Then he went to work stroking down 
her back.  He lotioned his hands again and slowly 
worked her back and neck.  Before long Fran seemed very 
relaxed to his touch.  I just sat in an adjacent chair 
and enjoyed watching as Wayne worked his skillful hands 
over my wife's body.

Wayne had big hands which looked very smooth.  I 
started to get horny watching his hands work over my 
wife's nude flesh.  I noticed that Fran was now letting 
soft moans (evidencing enjoyment) escape her lips.  Her 
eyes were completely closed, and she looked like she was 
drifting into a different world.  Wayne worked her back 
and neck for 10 to 15 minutes, then started working his 
hands down to her lower back.  

I noticed that the towel kept inching lower and lower 
until I noticed the red of her panties begin to show.  
Soon her ass crack was visible.  Wayne asked if she 
wanted him to remove her panties, again saying "so I 
don't get lotion on them."  She looked over at me, and 
I smiled my approval.  She motioned for me to come over 
and do it.  I got up from my chair and slowly pulled 
her panties down, exposing her luscious ass.  She 
cooperated by lifting her hips so I could slid them 
down and off.  Fran doesn't have one of those bony 
super model asses; it's a bit fuller, yet very 
exquisite to touch and look at.  

Wayne was clearly excited.  I noticed that his cock was 
pushing hard against the front of his shorts.  As Fran 
lifted her hips, I got a quick glimpse at her pussy 
from behind.  I swore I could see droplets of moisture 
forming on its edges.  I sat back down, holding onto 
her panties after I removed them.  That's when I 
noticed that they were soaked!  Wayne discarded the 
towel that had been covering part of Fran's bottom and 
quickly was on his knees on the bed.  Surprisingly, 
Fran looked relaxed, though she was fully naked in the 
presence of another man.  From her breathing, I could 
also tell that she was excited.  

Wayne went on to work her thighs and legs and then 
spent an inordinate amount of time at her feet.  My 
wife has those wonderful looking soft feet and painted 
toe nails... and she likes to have her feet massaged.  
I guess he knew what he was doing.  He kept raising up 
each foot to do his massage.  That caused her legs to 
slowly pull apart, giving me (and him) a great look at 
her neatly trimmed pussy.  I don't know if he was able 
to tell, but I could see wet spots forming along her 
pussy lips.  

Wayne worked his way up her inner thighs (which she 
loves to have touched and squeezed).  Her breathing was 
getting heavier and louder.  I was so turned-on, I 
wanted to take my cock out and start pumping it, but I 
didn't.  She looked so sexy, totally naked under the 
expert hands of another man.  

Wayne kept working her inner thighs until her legs were 
wide open.  He had a really clear view of her beautiful 
cunt and asshole.  I don't know how he kept his cool.  
Then I saw the back of his hand brush lightly against 
the lower part of her pussy mound.  She shuddered, but 
did not object nor move.

Several more times Wayne started at her lower inner 
calves and stroked upward, allowing his fingers to 
trail over her moist pussy lips as they finished their 
way over her buns.  Each time, I heard a whisper-soft 
moan escape my wife's lips.  Never once did she pull 
away!

By that time, both Wayne and I knew that Fran was 
enjoying her massage... all of it!

Wayne whispered that it was time for her to roll over.  
With eyes closed, Fran followed his instructions, 
facing up toward the ceiling, with her beautiful 
breasts pointing upward like proud monuments.  I 
noticed that her nipples were erect.  Yes, SHE WAS 
ENJOYING this special attention from her young masseur!

In rolling over, she had brought her legs closer 
together again.  Wayne started at her shoulders, and 
winked at me as he let his lotion-covered hands gently 
flow over her full breasts and down to her tummy.  Back 
and forth he went... several times... occasionally 
pausing momentarily to cup each breast and let his 
slippery hands gently slide around their curves.  Then, 
after working her arms for a while, Wayne moved back to 
her feet.  He used the same repeated massage actions to 
nudge her legs apart as he worked her feet and ankles.

From the end of the bed, he began long strokes along 
the face of her legs, slowly twisting his hands near 
her upper thighs to let his fingers work the insides of 
each leg... thus again nudging them further apart.  
Several such strokes left his fingers gingerly trailing 
along the edges of her pussy lips.  After several such 
strokes, Wayne looked over at me.

He stuck his tongue out and licked the air as he 
pointed to my wife's moist pussy.  I got the picture.  
I put my finger up in the air as if to say `wait just a 
minute.'  Then I moved my chair over next to the bed as 
Wayne continued massaging her lower legs.

"Enjoying your massage?" I whispered near her ear.  A 
smile crossed her lips.  Her eyes opened momentarily as 
she looked up at me and she pursed her lips as if 
asking for a kiss.  That was her answer.  Her eyes 
fluttered closed as I gave her a lingering kiss.  I 
gently held her hand and squeezed it a bit as I looked 
toward Wayne and nodded affirmatively while sticking 
out my tongue as if licking the air.  He got the 
picture... and smiled back.

I sat there, continuing to gently hold Fran's hand.  
Wayne began to move his strokes up Fran's body while 
spreading her legs a bit further apart.  I planted a 
series of small kisses on Fran's wrist as Wayne moved 
up onto the bed, and laid between her legs.  His body 
movements were paced to follow his hand movements as 
his slickened hands made their way up each of Fran's 
inner thighs.

After several such strokes, on a final caress up her 
legs, his hands reached the V between Fran's legs, and 
each of them slowly circled either side of her pubic 
mound... and stopped.  He seemed to cup her mound with 
his two thumbs and forefingers... and then used a 
gentle pressure to pull each hand away from the other, 
causing Fran's pussy lips to part slightly.  They 
glistened with her natural moisture.

By that time Wayne had slithered up between Fran's legs 
so that his face was right above her crotch.  As her 
pussy lips opened, Wayne stuck out his tongue and 
slowly ran the tip of it the length of Fran's pussy 
opening while barely touching it.  Fran momentarily 
grabbed my hand tighter... and then her hold seemed to 
relax.

The second time Wayne's tongue traveled across her 
slit, I noticed Fran's pelvis arch slightly, pressing 
her pussy up against Wayne's mouth.  Wayne got the 
signal that Fran was enjoying his oral massage.  I saw 
him wink at me again as he extended his tongue to its 
fullest... and slid it deep between the folds of Fran's 
pussy.  Eyes still closed, Fran let out an audible 
"Ahhhhhh."  I could not believe how my dear wife had 
allowed herself to accept Wayne's advances... but I was 
really pleased at how things were going.  It was 
fascinating to watch my wife respond to the touch and 
stimulation of another man.

Wayne's tongue seemed to be as skilled as his hands... 
and tireless.  His hands slowly reached up and cupped 
each of Fran's breasts as he continued to lap, lick and 
dive into Frannie's muff.  Her body began to tremble a 
bit... and twist.  She continued to hold my hand... 
sometimes gently, sometimes firmly.

I kept watching her face.  Her eyes continued to stay 
closed, but her brow would wrinkle occasionally... 
seemingly when Wayne's tongue was giving her 
particularly pleasant feelings.  Then suddenly Fran 
opened her eyes and looked directly into mine as she 
seemed to bear down against Wayne's oral assault.  I 
could tell she was moving toward an orgasm. 

About that time Wayne moved the thumb and forefinger of 
each hand that were still cupping her breasts, and he 
began to squeeze her nipples.  Fran responded quickly 
with moans of pleasure and a humping of her hips 
against Wayne's continuing tongue action.

With eyes almost squinting, she looked directly at me 
and said, "Baby, I think I am going to come!  I can't 
hold back.  Oh Baby, I can't believe how good that 
feels."  Suddenly she flipped her head back and forth, 
causing her hair to fly around, and her entire body 
squirmed around on the bed as "Oh"s and "Ahh"s kept 
pouring from her lips.

I kissed her hand and arm as her body gave itself up to 
a lengthy and body-contorting orgasm.  As her orgasm 
subsided, Wayne lifted his head slightly and simply 
blew his hot breath along her pussy before giving one 
final, gentle swipe of his tongue over her clit.  She 
squirmed and giggled a bit.

No one said anything.  Frannie just laid there enjoying 
her afterglow.  I kissed her on her forehead... and 
then moved my kisses down to her mouth.  I felt the bed 
move slightly, and knew that Wayne had again begun to 
play with Frannie's swollen pussy.

"He's licking me again," Fran whispered to me, "and I 
feel his finger dipping inside me."  I began to caress 
her slippery breasts as I kissed her again.  When I 
looked down at Wayne, he was slowly pumping a finger or 
two into my wife's pussy while flicking her clit with 
his tongue.  Then he used his other hand to slowly 
trail his fingers from the top of Fran's clit, down 
along her pussy lips, and on down toward her anal 
opening. Her hips twitched a bit as he simultaneously 
played with her pussy and ass hole.

Then he changed hands.  He used one of the wet fingers 
that had been exploring the inside of her pussy to 
moisten her sphincter, and then began to work the other 
wet finger into it as his other hand resumed play with 
her pussy.  By then he was kissing her upper thighs and 
tummy.  Just after I saw his finger disappear into her 
backside, and two fingers of his other hand delve 
deeply into her pussy, I kissed her again and asked, 
"Feel good?"

Her eyes opened slightly, almost as if she were in a 
partial stooper, and she whispered, "I can't believe we 
are doing this... but, Yessss!"  Moments later her 
entire body began to shake as his actions quickly 
carried her to an even more body-wrenching orgasm.  She 
thrashed about on the bed, causing me to let go of her 
breasts.

She finally had to say, "Stop, I can't handle any 
more!"  Wayne lifted his head slightly, withdrew his 
fingers from within her body, and blew one more breath 
of air over her inflamed pussy, before rolling away 
from her.  He got up and went to the bathroom to wash 
his hands while Frannie began to regain her composure.

When she opened her eyes, she just grinned at me.  "You 
devil you!" she said.  About that time Wayne walked in, 
giving her a first opportunity to observe his bare 
hairy chest.  Then she asked, "Can you guys turn down 
the lights or something?  I notice that I am the only 
one nude here, and that makes me feel a bit 
uncomfortable."

"We can correct that," Wayne promptly announced, as he 
put his thumbs under the edges of his shorts and pushed 
them down.  He was now standing in front of Fran's 
gaze, with a hard-on that stood straight out.  I 
promptly stood up and shed my clothes while reaching 
over to turn out one of the lights.  "Is that better?" 
I asked.  "Well, I guess so," Fran replied.

I lit up two cigarettes and handed one to Fran.  Wayne 
accepted one too, and soon all three of us were laying 
nude, face up on the bed... with Fran in the middle... 
as we smoked our cigarettes and made small talk.

Finally Fran looked over at Wayne and said, "That was 
quite a massage!  Do you give that kind of massage to 
all your clients?"  Wayne grinned and said, "Only to 
the very attractive, sensual ones."  With that Fran 
blushed and we all laughed.

As Fran had me put out her cigarette, her hand fell 
across my crotch, and she began playing with my cock.  
"Don't forget the cock on the other side of you, Dear," 
I whispered.  So, without slowing her strokes on my 
dick, she turned her head to look Wayne in the face as 
her hand reached down to feel his manhood.

I was leaning against the headboard of the bed, so I 
could watch as she tentatively wrapped her hand around 
his tool... while still looking directly into his face.  
During the time we had been smoking, his cock had 
withered a bit... but it immediately grew when she 
touched it.

She looked back at me and said, "You know, this is 
crazy... wicked even... but I have to admit I am 
enjoying myself!"  Wayne and I began to gingerly play 
with her nearest breast.  By that time both Wayne and I 
had rigid hard-ons, and I wanted to do something with 
mine.

I asked Fran to turn on her side, facing me, "So Wayne 
can massage your back while we neck."  Actually, I 
wanted her pussy close to my cock so I could press 
myself into her.  She quickly complied and we began to 
neck.  I could feel Fran's body move slightly as Wayne 
twisted to face her back, and began to apply another 
coat of massage lotion to her back.

As we passionately necked, I held her tightly to me and 
pressed my groin against hers.  My cock head was 
pressed against the still-hot flesh of her pussy 
opening.  I pressed on in and began fucking that 
wonderfully familiar channel.  After a couple of 
strokes, I felt the bed move again and realized that 
Wayne had pressed his hairy chest against Fran's back, 
and knew that his hard dick had to be right near mine.

I reached down and raised Fran's upper leg over mine, 
thus opening her crotch to Wayne.  He quickly took 
advantage of the opening.  I felt the hard head of 
Wayne's stiff cock slide between her upper thighs and 
bump into my partially buried cock and nut sack.  What 
a strange feeling!

I gave one more thrust into my wife, and then reached 
down to move her leg back to where it had been, thus 
capturing Wayne's stiff dick between her well-
lubricated thighs.  That action caused my dick to pull 
out of Fran's pussy.  I reached down and began to 
caress my wife's pubic mound as I felt Wayne begin to 
stroke his cock between her thighs.  Fran just looked 
into my eyes and whispered, "What are you doing?"

I just smiled back at her while using my hand to cup 
her pussy, fingers hanging below.  On Wayne's next 
forward thrust, I used my fingers to direct the head of 
his dick up into my lovely wife's pussy.  Her eyes 
momentarily got big, then quickly closed and she sort 
of bit her lip, but she made no effort to object or 
twist away.

Wayne got the picture quickly, and on his next forward 
stroke he pressed himself deeper into Frannie's pussy.  
He adjusted himself to an angle behind her so he could 
get in deeper while still using his hands to massage 
her shoulders and back.  I kept my hand over Fran's 
pussy mound to make sure that each of Wayne's thrusts 
stayed aimed up inside my wife.

Finally Fran's body began to respond to the feel of 
the strange new cock within her, and she began to 
press back against each of Wayne's thrusts.  My hand on 
her pussy was no longer needed.  I squinched down on 
the bed and began to nibble on Fran's breasts.  She 
used her hands to hold me tightly against her boobs.  I 
used one of my hands to alternately tickle her clit, 
and stroke my own cock to keep it hard.

Frannie began to thrash around and make moaning sounds 
with her mouth.  Wayne had drawn a couple of minor 
orgasms from Fran before he really increased the drive 
of each of his thrusts.  I knew when he shot his load 
inside my wife by the ragged thrusts of his final 
strokes, and by Fannie's sudden scream of pleasure.  
His squirts within her had sent her into her best 
orgasm of the night.

Wayne pulled away and lay on his back behind Fran as I 
slid back up the bed to kiss my wife.  That put my 
still-hard cock right at the entry of her pussy.  I 
could not hold back.  My eager cock easily slipped into 
her unusually-slippery pussy.  For the first time, I 
was experiencing the feeling of `sloppy seconds.'  That 
thought drove me over the top.  I grasped my wife's ass 
and pounded my dick into her until she was moaning in 
my ear.  She came again just before I emptied my nuts 
into her hot channel.     	 

After that, we all just lay back, hardly touching each 
other, just trying to regain our breath and cooling our 
bodies.  Eventually Fran rolled on her side facing 
Wayne, and played with his hairy chest as I used my 
hand to play my semi-hard cock through the wetness 
between her legs.

Before the night was over, I had Frannie get into a 
doggy-position above me while I lay facing up on the 
bed below her.  Our faces were close as I invited Wayne 
to enter Fran again from the back.  This time he was 
able to bury his entire length inside her, and I had 
her keep her eyes open, looking directly into my eyes, 
so I could observe her every reaction to his thrusts.

Frannie's full breasts hung down over my chest, and I 
played with them as Wayne's thrusts jerked her back and 
forth above me.  She kept her promise and looked deeply 
into my eyes throughout Wayne's entire coupling with 
her.  It was not until her body began to tremble with a 
series of orgasms that her eyes began to flutter 
closed.  Just before they closed, her eyes seemed to 
glaze over and roll to the back.

Fran's legs had given out, and she had fallen 
completely onto my chest before Wayne was done.  That 
meant that during the final few minutes of his deep 
screwing of my wife's receptive body, I could feel 
every thrust as he pressed her pelvis down against 
mine.  My cock was trapped between my belly and Fran's.  

When Wayne finally erupted again inside my wife, the 
pressure of his final drives and the quivering of my 
wife's body, caused my cock to shoot its load right 
between Frannie and me.  We were really sticky as we 
rolled apart.  After some rest, we all three had to 
wash up.

As Wayne was getting dressed, I discretely paid him for 
his services.  Before he left that night, Frannie stood 
naked in front of Wayne and gave him a deep tongue kiss 
before saying, "Thank you for that VERY special 
massage."

Fran and I then climbed back in bed and cuddled as we 
talked about what we had done.  At first, Fran was a 
bit embarrassed, and wanted constant assurances that I 
had not felt jealous or something.  I kept repeating my 
love for her, and I thanked her for allowing me to 
fulfill a long fantasy of watching her get screwed by 
another guy.  I told her that it had been much better 
than I had even imagined, since I had even been able to 
feel all the sensations of her final `fuck' with Wayne, 
and had felt him slide into her when she was earlier 
cuddled in my arms.

The next morning when we awoke, we screwed like 
teenagers, and talked again about the previous night's 
adventure.  She admitted that she had really enjoyed 
herself.  When I asked her, "Want to do it again?" she 
simply said, "We'll see."


Well, since that trip to Florida four years ago, we 
have had seven more "extra guy" experiences, all while 
we were away from our home town on trips (no kids, no 
way for the guy to find us later, etc.).  A few of 
these experiences were again with in-room massage 
service guys.  Others were with guys we met at the 
beach or in nightclubs... guys Fran and I got friendly 
and comfortable with.  We simply invited them back to 
our room and let nature take its course.

On these trips, Fran ALWAYS dresses in wonderfully sexy 
attire (stuff she would not dare to wear at home)... 
often discretely revealing her body, her full breasts, 
and her body's many charms.  On the beach or in a bar, 
my wife's sexy demeanor and attire never fail to 
attract considerable male attention.  

We just have to fend off the less-than-desirable males, 
and gently encourage those who Fran finds most 
attractive.  So far she has experienced a guy in his 
early twenties, a handsome guy in his early fifties, a 
tall black guy, a Frenchman (on vacation from France), 
and a heavily-hung blond Scandinavian guy who had a 
"massive" Viking-type body, and an equally "massive" 
(thick and long) cock.

Fran and I consider our occasional extra guy threesomes 
to be a wonderful way to periodically spice up our love 
life.  I never fail to thoroughly enjoy watching 
another guy give pleasure to my wife in his unique 
ways... and then join that guy in increasing the 
intensity of Fran's sexual pleasure while she enjoys 
both of us at the same time.  

Back home, we are as conventional as any other suburban 
couple.  We are not "Swingers," and we don't play 
around at home.  But, when we both feel it is time to 
`recharge our sexual batteries,' one of us suggests 
another vacation trip.  We both immediately know what 
the other is suggesting... and the anticipation alone 
causes our sexual energy to build.  Even before we 
leave on one of our "vacations," we share some really 
great sex together.  Ah, how good the anticipation is!  
But, then when we get to our destination and Fran 
attracts a new partner... that is THE BEST!

Fran and I hope that our story will be of interest to 
other sensual couples looking for a way to add extra 
zip to their relationship.

By Fran's husband, Mike 



Dear Joan...

My husband's account (above) of that first special 
massage is reasonably accurate.  He let me read it and 
suggest modifications before sending it to you for your 
"library" of threesome-related true stories.  I had him 
change our names, so you are free to post it or share 
it with others as you wish.

As Mike said near the beginning of his story, I had 
always rebuffed his ideas whenever he said he would 
like to see me have sex with another man.  My immediate 
reaction was that intelligent, respectable, responsible 
wives simply did not do that sort of thing.  But, he 
was right when he speculated that "down deep" I had let 
those ideas run around in my head long enough to find 
them erotic... and stimulating.  Yes, I admit it.  
Periodically I had thought that it would be `fun' to 
experience another man occasionally.  But, I would 
NEVER openly admit that I had such thoughts.  Not to my 
husband.  Not to anyone.

Had Mike not set me up for that surprise massage, I am 
sure I never would have allowed either him (nor myself) 
to put me in a position of accepting an intimate 
encounter with another guy.  It just never would have 
happened!  What a loss that would have been.

Once I finally let myself relax and enjoy Wayne's 
massaging hands, it did not take long in the privacy of 
our hotel room (with my husband present) to allow my 
nude body to succumb to my base instincts.  I found 
myself being aroused by the touch of another man's 
fingers and hands on parts of my body which I had 
previously always had covered while in the presence of 
others.

As Wayne moved closer to my pussy, I was glad that I
had showered just before going to dinner that night,
and had paid special attention to making sure my
pussy was extra clean, because I had expected to enjoy
some sex with my husband upon our return from dinner.

When Wayne began to lick my pussy, I would have been
mortified if I had felt that I was less than clean
"down there."

The massage lotion Wayne was using caused his hands to 
glide over my skin.  It seemed to warm me and cause my 
body to tingle.  As I think back on it, I know he must 
have applied a lot of that lotion to my legs, butt and 
inner thighs.  When he later inserted a finger in my 
backside I felt no discomfort... just very good 
feelings.  His finger must have been very well 
lubricated.

Just as I was beginning to have trouble hiding the 
growing arousal in my body (which I was consciously 
trying to do during the early stages of the massage), 
my dear husband leaned toward me and asked if I was 
enjoying the massage.  I thought to myself, `Oh dear... 
it must be obvious that I am... but I hate to admit 
it.'  When I just smiled at him he took my hand, kissed 
me deeply, and smiled approvingly at me.  Then he just 
continued to hold my hand as I again closed my eyes to 
again drift off into nirvana.

I guess that is why I did not pull away (as I am sure I 
normally would have) when Wayne's hands cupped my 
pussy, and I felt him gently spread open my pussy lips.  
By that point I clearly knew that the "surprise 
massage" had gone beyond "massage," and was now 
including calculated (and very enjoyable) sexual 
stimulation.  

But... to my surprise... I did not care!  I was already 
quite turned-on by all of caresses my body had already 
received from Wayne's hands.  As a matter of fact, 
without thinking it through, I found myself welcoming 
this progression toward intimacy.  Then, when I felt 
the moist tip of Wayne's tongue drag across my clit, I 
had to steel myself to avoid jumping.  I guess that is 
when I grabbed more tightly to my husband's hand.

I am sure my mind was racing.  `What is happening?  
Should I react by moving away from his tongue?  Should 
I simply enjoy what he is doing?'  Without any 
conscious decision, my body simply relaxed and relished 
Wayne's oral ministrations.  Oh God how good it felt to 
have a stranger's tongue playing with my most intimate 
parts... to feel his tongue dip inside me... to 
experience oral stimulation that was somehow different 
than the way my husband played with me there... to have 
these feelings while my husband continued to hold my 
hand and reassure me.

From that point on, I lost all concern about my 
previously held concepts of conventional behavior.  My 
body simply accepted... and luxuriated in... all the 
various stimulations it was receiving.  Caresses on my 
breasts, prolonged oral pleasure, the continuing touch 
of my husband's hand.  I admit it... I WAS LOVING IT!

Even after all the oral intimacy Wayne had given me, I 
still didn't expect things to move to a point where I 
would experience his cock inside my body.  While the 
three of us were laying together, having cigarettes, 
Mike encouraged me to reach over and stroke Wayne's 
cock.  I had already been stroking my husband, so the 
idea of stroking both men at once did not seem 
unreasonable.  It was really rather special to realize 
that I had the cocks of two attractive men in my hands 
at the same time, and that my stroking was causing both 
cocks to come alive... to actually grow within my 
hands.

I don't think things would have gone further if my 
husband had not taken charge.  Mike took me in his 
arms, turned me to himself and started necking with me.  
That's when he began orchestrating the movements by 
Wayne that brought his very warm penis between my upper 
thighs while Mike was screwing me.  Just feeling this 
stranger's rigid, warm cock between my legs was quite 
erotic all by itself.

Frankly, I was surprised when Mike withdrew from me and 
guided Wayne's hard dick up into me.  At the least, I 
had expected my horny husband to want to screw me until 
HE came inside me.  But, to suddenly experience the 
feel of another man's cock sliding up into my body as 
my husband necked with me... WOW!  The sexual tensions 
of my body immediately went into high gear.

Mike's story above tells all the details of what 
developed from there.  I just want to say that the 
experience of having my husband and this attentive 
extra guy make love to me at the same time was an 
experience I will NEVER forget.  As Mike said, we have 
had similar experiences since (all very enjoyable), but 
I will never forget that first time with Mike and 
Wayne.

On a later trip to Florida, Mike was able to locate 
Wayne.  We all had lunch together, followed by a 
memorable afternoon back in our room.  I felt much more 
at ease that second time, and I found myself taking a 
more active role in our shared pleasure-making.

Mike and I have not suddenly changed the way we live 
our lives.  We don't go out on each other, and we 
haven't suddenly started having scores of sex partners 
in our life.  As a matter of fact, Mike still hasn't 
had a new female partner.  I have told him that maybe 
sometime I will surprise him with an extra female.  

His reply was that such a variation may be fun, but 
that he is quite content to keep me as the center of 
our threeway fun.  Mike assures me that each of our 
experiences with another guy has been an "erotic high" 
for him.  He seems to genuinely enjoy watching a new 
guy pleasure me... and then join him to give me what he 
calls "doubled pleasure."

Those sessions really do double (or more) my sexual 
pleasure!  I don't think I could handle having that 
sexual intensity in my life every day; but as a 
variation, it sure has proven to be something I look 
forward to repeating periodically.  And, our periodic 
`vacations' have really added to the sexual pleasure 
that Mike and I enjoy at home.

Thank heaven Mike decided to treat me to that "special 
massage" in Florida four years ago.  I really believe 
that our life together as a couple is much fuller now 
that we do what we do.  

The way Mike introduced me to this extra guy fun 
enabled me to get beyond my old staid notions that had 
earlier kept me from allowing Mike (and me) to fulfill 
his fantasy.  I have learned that couples should not 
simply poo-poo each other's fantasies.  At the very 
least we need to let each other express our fantasies 
openly to each other... without being judgmental.  And 
then, we need to be willing to try new things together 
without putting up some big judgmental wall.

Joan, I hope your readers will enjoy our real life 
story. 


Fran
