Be Careful What You Ask For

100% fiction!

For two years I had been pressuring my wife to agree to a threesome. I knew she was pissed off with me for even suggesting such a thing (her reasoning was if she wasn't enough woman for me then maybe I should divorce her and find one--or more--who was), but I knew this is something I wanted to experience--and experience with her--and I was trying my best to make her understand it. Finally, though, she relented on the stipulation that it would be she who picked the other woman. That was good enough for me...That is, until I started overanalyzing it and imagined every horrible scenario that could possibly come from this.

I mean, I knew I pressured her into this, so would she be above exacting her revenge by getting some 500 pound woman to join us, or some 80 year old hag, or someone ugly as home-made sin? I really didn't like where my mind was taking me, so I turned to her for reassurance. "Oh, I've already picked her out," she told me. "And don't worry, because she's pretty, voluptious, and a really nice woman. Just be a little more patient.

She and I have to get used to each other before allowing a man into it." Did I just hear her right? "So you two are already...You know?" She said they had been for a couple of weeks, and a week from Friday my fantasy would come true. YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Nine days. I didn't know what to expect, but the days seemed to move like molassas in winter.

But the night finally arrived, and my wife made me leave the house so she could set things up. I did leave, and came back at the prescribed time of 9 p.m. I was met by my wife at the door with a glass of wine, and she told me that her friend was still shy, so there would be no talking and no lights until everything was over.

I swilled down the wine, agreed, drank another, then walked with my wife to our room. She entered first, then after a long minute she beckoned me in as well. Obedient servant that I am, I said nothing as I removed my clothes. the faint light of the quarter moon that shone through the window presented to me the silhouette of my wife and this mystery woman in a 69 with my wife on top. I moved toward her and she said, "Taste this pussy."

She then shoved her tongue into my mouth and I licked every bit of this mystery woman's pussy glaze from my wife's sweet lips. She then pushed my face into the woman's crotch and I greedily ate that pussy as she came again and again and again. My wife then pulled me up and guided my cock into the woman's pussy and I moaned loudly as this strange pussy gave me sensations I had never experienced. I was slow and steady at first, getting faster and harder, then I pulled out, put my cock in the woman's mouth and busted one hell of a nut. I finally pulled out and sat on the bed and my wife said, "So, I guess it's finally time for you to meet your mystery woman."

She turned on the light and I was looking into the eyes of my mother. I jumped up and screamed, "What the hell kind of shit is this?" "Sit down," my mother said to me, then told me that she and Sara, my wife, had met before Sara and I had, that they had always shared this relationship, and didn't see any reason to stop just because Sara and I married.

She told me that she and Sara were going to continue to see each other, and I could either choose to be a part of that, or not. "I really enjoyed tonight, so why don't we try to make this work?" I thought on it for a few minutes, then agreed. To this day we still hold the threesome at least once a week, and I am respectful of Sara's alone time with my mother.