Last night, as I was undressing after a long day of work to go to sleep, my husband came behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, “I want to experience a threesome”. At first, I was shocked, but surprisingly enough, I was more curious to hear what more he had to say about this request. I picked my head up, slightly tiling it to fit under his chin and replied, “Oh really? So, when should we invite another man into our bedroom, so the both of you can have your way with me?” I let out a little playful laugh, knowing he wouldn’t want to share me with any other man, but I wanted him to describe exactly how he saw this fantasy playing out.
He quickly responded, “The only man that will ever be touching you is me. No, you see, this threesome is going to include you, me and the woman of your choice”. He continued to describe that we would go out tomorrow night to a place he was referred to by his friend; he was ensured that we wouldn’t be disappointed with the crowd. I was intrigued, but I was also wondering how long this fantasy has been in the back of my husband’s mind. I wasn’t jealous; I was actually getting turned on as I lied in bed thinking more about it.
I didn’t share that I’ve had my own fantasies about a woman…because, well, they didn’t include my husband. In my dreams, she never had a face, but it was always the same body… and, every time I had this dream, it always left me yearning to explore the possibility of making this fantasy, a reality. Now, I actually had my chance. There was no better way than to credit my husband because not only am I fulfilling his fantasy, but one of my own.
The next night arrived and the time wasn’t passing fast enough. My husband and I were both getting ready as if we were going on a first date. I knew we both wanted to catch every single eye in the room and we were making sure that we both looked our very best. I found the tightest, shortest black dress I owned and that I knew was a fan favorite. It was cut low in the front, enough to show the right amount of cleavage, but to leave the rest to the imagination. I chose the black pumps that showed off my calves and lean legs perfectly. He was dressed in a black suit, with a silk black dress shirt underneath and a dark grey tie. It’s my favorite outfit that he wears when we go out. The suit is tight enough to accentuate his muscular arms and his bulging chest is clearly visible through his slim-fit shirt. We looked so good that I was wondering if we’d even make it out of house. Every time one of us passed by the other, we would touch or kiss as if we were new lovers. I don’t know if it was the excitement of what the night may bring or a reignited passion between the two of us that’s been missing in the midst of our hectic daily lives. Regardless, I already wanted to rip his clothes off and kept thinking about the possible woman that we would be bringing back home with us. I hurried him out the door, so that our night could begin as soon as possible.
We entered the bar and our eyes were wide open. We looked at every female face we could find. My husband’s friend was correct in stating that we wouldn’t be disappointed by the crowd. I have never seen so many beautiful women in one small place. When we found a spot by the bar, we both asked if the other had spotted any woman of interest. We continued to scan the room with the hopes that someone would catch our attention. As we were sipping on our drinks, I almost spilled my wine all over me when I saw the sexiest woman in the whole bar, walking in our direction. She was of average height, much like the two of us, with long brown hair that shined under the lights and a body that had me in immediate lust. You could tell she worked out with a fit body to show for it. I took a quick glance at my husband and saw his mouth agape, so I knew I had his approval. As she continued to slowly make her way to us, while moving her hips rhythmically from side to side, we made eye contact. I gave her a coy smile, whispered in his ear that I wanted her, without ever removing my eyes from hers. I had never done this before, but it was evident it worked because she came right over to us. After greeting her, she introduced herself as “Natalie”. Even her name made me tingle inside. My husband bought her a drink and we started talking. Soon enough, it was clear that she was not only into us, but a willing participant in our fantasy.
After a couple of drinks, she took my hand and led me to the dance floor. As I was walking passed my husband, I grabbed his hand to follow. The dance floor seemed far away as my mind had plenty of time to run wild. I felt an array of emotions, but the most dominant being that I was turned on. The moment we hit the dance floor, she grabbed me in real close. My husband danced near us, but chose to watch us instead. She pressed up against me; I could feel her firm breasts up against my back and my backside was rubbing against her lower stomach. Her hands wasted no time touching me from the front to the back. When the next song started playing, she turned me around and pulled me against her, sliding her leg between the both of mine. Then, she moved us closer to my husband, so that he could join us. I knew this was turning him on because I can feel how hard he was when he pressed up against my ass. As much as I was enjoying myself, I wanted to leave, so that we could have more fun behind closed doors.
I whispered in Natalie’s ear that we could continue the night back at our place. She eagerly agreed and we were on our way. The beauty of living in a big city is that there are always things to do, places to go to and ways to get there. However, tonight, the cab ride back to our apartment seemed to take hours. Throughout the ride, I sat in the middle, touching both of them and couldn’t seem to take my hands off of either of them. They were teasing me in return, which only made want to start ravishing them in the back of the cab. Both of them were very breathing heavy, so the anticipating was building in all of us.
I don’t even remember if I greeted the doorman and I’ve never seen my husband try to open the door to our apartment faster than he did tonight. The three of us went straight to the bedroom. My husband lit some candles, but to his surprise, Natalie and I were already kissing and undressing one another. Her kiss was as perfect as I hoped it would be; her lips so full, yet so soft. She sucked on my lower lip and then, explored my mouth with her tongue. When she slowly pulled her lips away, she grabbed my husband’s hand and pulled him into her while still looking at me. I always believed that if another woman touched my husband, I would flip out. However, this time, in that moment, I couldn’t help but touch myself. I wanted so badly for him to be pleased and selfishly enough, I couldn’t wait to be ravaged by the both of them.
As my husband led Natalie to the bed, he pulled me towards her. He stepped back to sit down on the couch in the corner of the room. Well, if he was going to watch, I was going to make sure he thoroughly enjoyed what he saw. I began kissing her as I laid her down and got on top of her. As I moved down her body, kissing every inch of her, I removed whatever clothing was in my way. Slowly making my way down, I made sure that my body would press up against her, matching each part of hers with mine. When I took her big, round, perky breast into my hand and lightly squeezed, it was in that moment, I wanted all of her right then and there. As I sucked on her nipple, she was as delicious as she looked. After enjoying her breasts, I knew there was more I wanted to taste. As I made my way down her lower stomach, I began to kiss and lick her inner thighs. Before I continued, I looked over at my husband, who was pleasing himself while watching us pleasure one another. He nodded at me, so I turned and began to tease her. When I looked up at her, she was touching her own breasts and letting out little moans. I slowly began to kiss and lick her lips before sucking on her clit. I started slowly, then began moving my tongue in and out, changing pace to ensure she was fully enjoying every second. I added a finger and could hear her saying my name. Her moaning got louder and louder; she couldn’t take much more because she pulled me on top of her; she kissed me, so that she could taste her own juices. She rolled me over and began returning the favor. I couldn’t help but look over at my husband. I knew he couldn’t wait to join, but he made it clear he was enjoying the show. Natalie’s touch was tender, but soft. She was kissing, licking and caressing me, so that nothing was left untouched. I was breathing heavy knowing that as soon as she started going down on me, I was going to lose my mind. I was right. She didn’t waste any time going right in. She was devouring me and I couldn’t grab the sheets tighter to keep from releasing all that was inside me.
My husband couldn’t take any more, so he stood up and made his way over to us. He began touching Natalie from behind. I sat up as a way of letting her know that we could refocus our attention to him. She stood up and began kissing him. It made me so hot to think that my husband tasted me through the lips of another woman. It wasn’t long before she made her way down and took what seemed like all of him into her mouth at once. His head went backwards as he let out a deep moan. He grabbed my breasts and I kissed him more intensely than I could remember. Natalie and I switched, so that I could take my turn pleasing my man. As I was taking him into my mouth, I kept looking up at my husband and Natalie touching, licking, kissing and all out groping one another. It made me suck more passionately to the point my husband almost came. He pulled me up and tossed us both on the bed. When he gets extremely horny, he gets dominant, which is something I’ve always enjoyed… even more so now. He instructed me to sit on Natalie’s face, facing him while he entered her. As his thrusts got harder, her tongue was inside me with an even greater force. I could feel we were all on the brink of ecstasy. Suddenly, my husband instructed that Natalie and I switch, but for me to turn around and for her to lie down. My husband immediately entered me slowly from behind as if it was a final tease, then started going faster and a little bit harder with every thrust. I could feel Natalie’s legs shaking and her pelvic muscles tensing as I put my tongue and fingers deep inside her. The harder and the faster we were thrusting, the more focused we were on bringing the other to their breaking point; the moans grew so loud until, at the same moment, we all vigorously came. We all stayed still for a minute as if we were paralyzed by ecstasy. As we regained our composure, our breathing more controlled, we laid next to one another, our bodies intertwined with smiles to confirm complete satisfaction. We closed the lights, we closed our eyes, but not before feeling that our fantasy brought all of us… pure ecstasy.
~~ The End ~~