The First Time I shared My Wife With Another Man


We're real people.  We believe we are well above average in intelligence, education and looks, but we're not the shimmering God and Goddess so many writers of erotica depict themselves to be. 

I, John, am 40-years-old, a little over six feet tall, in good shape, balding some in the front, with deep green eyes, small nose and sensuous mouth.  I have been described as an aging Bruce Willis with a neatly trimmed beard.  Dallas, my wife, is 38, on the slim side, and like me works out daily.  She has dark brown eyes and tousled blonde streaked hair.  She's a look-alike for Sally Fields.  Such descriptions, of course, are relative.

  

We'd fantasized about a threesome for months before it actually happened.  Sometimes it would be fantasizing about another woman... sometimes another man.  But always, it got us both so excited that we ended up fucking.  Eventually we began imagining that we were the other person... that my wife, was the other women, or that I was the other man.  

We'd carry this to such lengths that I'd even talk to her as if I were someone else:  "Is my cock bigger than your husband's?" I would ask.  "Does he diddle your G-spot like this?"  And Dallas would ask me to tell her how I fucked other women.  "Do you go down on them as you do me?  "Do they like to be fucked doggie-style?  Do they climb up on top and ride your cock like this?"

It got so we hardly ever fucked without that fantasy driving us.  I think we both knew that one day it finally would happen for real.  That day came one evening after a dinner out.  We were waiting-out a colossal downpour, in the lounge of San Francisco's Airport Hilton.  We just didn't want to brave the drive through rain and wind over the mountain to our coastal home.

  

The bar was empty when we sat down at a table, but a nice looking fellow soon entered and took a seat at the bar.  He was about my age, nothing special, but clean-cut looking.  He was alone.  The rest of the place was empty... and as strangers do in empty distant places, we soon got talking... about the weather, naturally. 

His flight to New York had been canceled by the storm, and he had re-booked his room, he said.  The frustration in his voice was evident.  We sympathized, and invited him to join us.  That's how it all began.  At first, the conversation was mainly small talk.  It now seems that it had been inevitably... it began to turn more and more intimate. 

He said quite openly that he and his wife had an open marriage.  He said he thought it quite possible that his wife would be enjoying another man in her bed tonight... since he was detained here.  If so, he said, she would enthrall him with all the lurid detail when he finally got back home.  That thought brought a tingle to both my and Dallas' loins, I think, and another tingle when he said that he and his wife loved grass with sex... just as we do. 

"You're our kind of people," Dallas told him.  He returned her smile and said he had some primo weed up in his room... would we like to come up and join him in tasting it?  We looked at each other and said, "Why not?"  So we paid the bill, got up and followed him.  I felt an erotic surge as we went up the elevator.  He had a luxurious room.  It was gray and off-white decor, with a king-sized bed.  The bed had a blue satin coverlet (which we sat on). Our new friend, Tom sat on a small love seat after he dimmed the room lights.

Tom threw off his sport coat, opened a bottle of wine he had cooling in the mini-fridge, and rolled us a joint.  Dallas and I stood and took the joint, inhaling deeply.  It was primo.  Almost immediately, my head separated from my body and went spinning upward toward the ceiling.  I felt a fire building in my groin. "Wow," I said, as the high come on.  Dallas answered, "I'll say!" and cuddled against me. 

Another couple of hits and we were all three stoned.  I brought my face close to Dallas, smelled her hair, and felt the soft smooth flesh of her arm... which seemed all the more erotic in our heightened state.  I began playing kissy-face.  Nothing heavy, just light erotic expressions of fondness.  I kissed her temple, her ear, her jaw and the side of her throat.  She purred like a cat, and turned her face to me.  There was a smokey look in her eyes.  She was obviously responding with ardor.  

We were standing, arms loosely around each other, only a few feet from Tom.  But the distance seemed enormous. "I'm getting hot," she whispered.  "I'm getting that way, too," I said.  She glanced at Tom and turned back to me.  "This is what we've been fantasizing about," she whispered.  I looked toward Tom too.  Tom stared at us, half smiling in his stoney state, seemingly oblivious to our whispers. 

I suddenly flashed on the idea of us actually realizing a threesome. "Yes," I replied warily. "Want to go for it?"  Dallas glanced at Tom again.  He caught her eye and spoke up immediately, if ludicrously:  "Oh, don't mind me!"  Dallas looked up at me with raw passion shining in her eyes. "I want to, if you do," she said.  I kissed her hot and hard.  My hands slid over her tits.  Her tongue slithered into my mouth and I could smell her arousal.

"Oh Jesus," she whispered. "I'm so stoned!"  I squeezed her nipples and could feel them swelling, hardening between my fingertips.  "So am I," I said... as I felt my prick stiffening against her belly.  Time stretches out when one is stoned.  It seemed as if we kissed for hours.  

With each new intake of quickening breath, her nipples and my cock got harder.  I clasped her ass cheeks in both hands and pulled her against my now-fully-erect cock, slid my fingers up her spine, unzipped her dress and peeled it from her shoulders.  She gazed up at me with brazen, lust-filled eyes, shrugged and let her dress fall to the floor. 

She reached behind and unsnapped her bra, and her bare tits splashed into my hands.  I squeezed their soft smooth flesh, fondled their pear-shaped curves, brought my mouth to the round brown aureoles, the pink tip-like nipples... and sucked them, licked them, lapped them with my tongue.  Dallas moaned, sighed and writhed against me.  We were oblivious of Tom, but not he of us.  

Tom watched us intently, one hand tweeking his own nipples, the other sliding up and down over his crotch. 

When we came up for air, Dallas stepped back from me.  She was standing before us in nothing but her white silk panties now.  Her hair was mussed; her lips, puffed and parted; her sloe eyes blazed with lust.  She lifted her tits in her own hands, smiled a sly wanton smile, sighed and said, "Oh god, I'm hot!"  

She seemed to float across the space between us and our new friend.  She straddled his lap, and sat down so her pussy pressed against his groin.  Dallas took his head in both hands and they kissed hotly.  His hands fondled her tits.  She moaned, undid his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt.  His hands slid to her ass and he pulled her against him.  She thrust against his cock and wriggled, moaning, "Ooooh! Oooooh!"  

Overwhelmed with lust, I unzipped my fly, freed my engorged cock, and began shedding my clothes.  Dallas looked over at me stroking my cock.  She rose, returned to me, and squeezed my prick.  Gazing up into my eyes, she began a languid stroking of my member with a soft twining of her fingers.  

"I'm going to fuck him," she said in a tone that was oddly almost matter of fact.  "I'm gonna take his cock inside me --- where your cock goes.  And you're gonna watch!"  

So saying, Dallas peeled off her panties, and sat down on the edge of the bed.  She leaned back on her hands and parted her thighs so that Tom and I could see the thick cluster of her pussy hair, and the outer lips of her pussy framing her slit like the stout banks of a river.  She fingered her cleft and the banks parted to reveal the wrinkled petal-like inner lips coated with the thin film of her excitement.  

She looked at Tom and softly said, "Come on."  Tom, now as naked as we were, came to her with his prick stiff and straight out.  It was about the size of mine, but perhaps a little thicker.  The soft lights of the room made the veins of his shaft, and his bulby, rubiant cockhead, seem larger than they really were.  I was mesmerized, stroking my prick, gazing at Dallas' flushed, excited face as she stared at the cock that was about to enter her. 

Tom slipped a condom onto his cock, and stepped between her knees.  He dipped his own knees slightly, and laid his covered cockshaft against her cunt's wet cleft.  His cockhead rubbed her clit.  "Oooooh, God!" Dallas moaned... and heaved her hips to meet his eager prick.  "Give it to me."  But Tom wasn't about to hurry things.  He slipped his cockhead between her luscious nether lips and slushed it up and down. 

"Put it in me!" Dallas pleaded.  Tom's eyes burned; his face was intense.  "Like this?" he asked, and then slipped the head of his cock in... just inside her cunt's fleshy lips.  It looked like a plum being taken in by someone's mouth.  Dallas looked at me.  The expression on her face was almost forlorn, as if she had been wholly consumed by her lust.  

"He's in me!" she quietly announced.  "His prick is inside me!  And you're watching!"  Our eyes met.  It was the hottest moment of my life.  I stroked my cock, drooling with pre-cum, and watched Tom's prick sink into my wife a little deeper... then withdraw.  His shaft glistened with her juices.  "More," she whimpered.  "Give me more."  His prick sank halfway into her, and withdrew again.  

"Give it ALL to me!" Dallas almost screamed.  Tom hesitated .  "You want my prick?" he taunted.  Dallas was speechless, but her face was a mask of lust, a plea of longing.   Slowly, ever so slowly, Tom pushed his full length into her.  His prick was buried in my wife's belly, way up my wife's cunt... his balls, rested in the cleft of her ass.  He didn't move a muscle.  "Yes!" she moaned.  "Oh God!  Yes!"  

I could imagine what she was feeling... his cockshaft buried in her cunt, filling her, the heat of a new and different cock swelling against the warm inner walls of her wet sheath, the heat and excitement radiating in waves through her entire being, her very soul.  Dallas groaned the most passionate sound that had ever passed her lips.  "Fuck me!" she shuddered... and Tom began to move. 

His prick pulled out almost all the way, so that only the cockhead still lay between her quivering cunt lips.  Then he thrust it into her again.  "Oooooh," Dallas gasped... and Tom withdrew.  "No!" she cried,  "Don't leave me. . ."  He plunged in again.  This time he commenced a smooth, steady pumping motion, which I matched with my own hand stroking my own very hot, stiff prick. 

Tom's prick glistened in the half light, wet with Dallas' juices.  Dallas flung her arms around Tom's neck, her legs around his back, and heaved her cunt up into his every stroke.  "Yes do it!" she hissed.  "Do it!  Don't stop!"  In and out his prick moved... faster now, harder, the soft slushy sound of its fucking mingling with Dallas' moans and sighs.  

I could see a trickle of her juice dripping out of her cunt and down into the crack of her ass.  "Almost there!" she cried.  "Yes!  Oh... fuck yes!" he replied, thrusting his prick deep into her as his body stiffened, spasmed, and she screamed.  His balls leapt; his body jerked like a man being electrocuted.  His prick, I knew, was squirting, spouting, spurting deep inside my dear wife's lust-soaked cunt.  

"I'm cumming!" she cried, as her body gave way to its own trembling orgasm.  "Yes... Cum in me!  Oh, fuck!  Yessssss!"  He continued his eratic stabbing thrusts.  Then, for a moment, time seemed to stop.  Dallas gasped, writhed and went stiff, sucking in air, crying "Oooooh!  Cumming!  Fuck!  Cumming!"  The shaking of her body turned to little irregular jerking motions as she continued to cling to him.

I'd shot off into the air at the same moment.  My own juice was on my hands and on the rug.  It seemed as if everything --- all sight and sound and feeling --- had simply ceased for that split second.  And then I heard the two of them sigh, and I watched Tom sink down onto Dallas' torso, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, her lips... and whispering endearments I could not (close as I was) comprehend.  

Slowly, we descended from our apogee of ecstasy.  Tom and I stretched out on the bed with Dallas between us, our fingers idly gliding over her hot skin,  Her own fingers idly fondling our now flaccid cocks.  "That was incredible," she sighed, as she kissed me.  "It was for me too," I replied.  

Dallas slid the wet condom off Tom's cock and held it up, taking notice of the weight and bulk of its thick liquid contents, giggling a bit before setting it aside. She wrapped a hand around Tom's sticky, limp cock and stroked it gently before reaching over and doing the same to mine with her other hand.

We lay in silence, savoring the enormous passion we'd shared. Then, as her finger played along my cock shaft, I began to feel the stirrings of a new erection.

Glancing over at Tom, I saw that he too was hardening again.  "What's this?" Dallas asked with a smile.  "Are my men getting up for it again?"  I simply sighed, "Oh baby," and I began sucking her nipple as if I were a baby.  My fingers slid down into the humid swamp of her pussy hair as her hand closed around my prick and began to stroke.

"I want YOU, now, baby," Dallas whispered as my cock reached full concupiscent growth. "I want you inside me."  

Her nipples were swollen and hard in my mouth.  Her clit was a grape I held in my fingertips.  She sighed, wriggled her pelvis and thrust her cunt up to my ministrations.  "You're getting hot again, aren't you?" I whispered.  "You want to fuck again."

She kissed me hot and wet, her tongue telling me all I needed to know, but her words raised me to still another level of lust.  "Yes!!  Oh, baby, I want your prick inside me!  And, I want to suck Tom's stiff prick while I fuck yours!"  

As Dallas and I cuddled in a series of kisses, Tom got up, went to the bathroom to wash his cock.  Carrying a towel with him, drying his still stiff cock, we joined us again on the bed. 

Dallas had thrown a leg over my thighs.  I could feel her wiry pussy hair against my skin.  As Tom lay next to us, watching her every move, Dallas hunched upright, straddling my thighs and grasped my now-stiff dick in her fingers.  I fondled her tits and squeezed her nipples.  She raised slightly and slid my cockhead into the hottest, wettest cunt I had ever known.  Then she sat up straight and groaned.  "Oooooooh!  Fuck me!" she cried. I commenced a slow, hard, sluicing rhythm into her, and out.  "Oh fuck me!" she cried again more urgently. I could feel the loose wet walls of her cunt, so recently fucked, begin to close around my cockshaft. 

"Yes!" I managed through gritted teeth.  "Hold my hot prick deep inside you, and hump it back and forth."  "Fuck me baby," she whispered... fuck my just-fucked cunt!"  My prick rode up inside her as her cunt clamped down... so warm, so wet, so slippery and tight that I could not imagine any other cunt so hot.  

There was nothing lost from Tom's hard fucking of this cunt, but I was not exactly clinically disposed just then.  What I felt instead was a profound and awesome closeness to my lady, something deeper than I'd ever felt before.  

I closed my eyes and tried to re-live the fuck scene I'd just witnessed, as I savored the slick feeling inside my wife's just-fucked cunt.  The slipperiness of Dallas' extra juices, induced by the thrusts of Tom's carefully-covered cock, seemed to add a new dimension to the velvety feel of my wife's love channel.

"It was good... wasn't it?" I asked as Dallas rode my bare cock.  "It was good to feel his prick slide inside you!  Good to feel it slithering in and out!  Good to feel it fucking you!  Good to feel the heat of it squirt and jerk within you!"  

"Yes!" Dallas crooned.  "Yes!  So fucking good!"

She was near to thrashing now.  Her tits quivered and jiggled; her belly rolled in and out with each gasping breath; her grasping cunt not only met my every thrust, but seemed to want to swallow my prick and balls, and all the rest of me besides.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Tom was kneeling upright on the bed beside us, and Dallas was sucking Tom's cock and stroking his nut sack as she rode me.  My prick was buried in her as deep as it would go.  Her one hand held his cockshaft, stroking its soft silky skin.  Her tongue lapped its red, rubbery head.  Her other hand cradled his balls and she grunted short pungent "Uhhs!" to each thrust of my prick and his.  

"Suck him," I whispered.  "Suck his prick."  

She gasped, "Yes! mmmm... while I fuck you . . ."  And then, suddenly, without warning, she spasmed, went stiff, and her eyes rolled back in her head.  She let out a long low moan that ended, barely audible.  "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm.... Oooooooh... Cumming. . ." and trailed off into a series of soft sobs.  

It was more intensity than either Tom or I could bear... and we both shot off, with wrenching grunts and groans.  Soon Dallas' orgasm faded and she sank down between us again... and slept. 

When we all woke later, we all agreed.  It had been good... very good... for all of us!