We add a 3rd

© 2003 by Mike Yevchekov 
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For years my wife and I have been talking about adding lovers to spice things up. I know that my wife was a wild child before we married. In fact, she was living with a guy while having an affair with another man. The guy she was living with was a charmer, while the guy she had an affair with was a stud. She describes the stud as being hung even a little to hung. To me size does not matter, and I'm not insecure about myself.

We have been married for five years, and it's been eight years since her last love. Well that is until last night.

Here is how I look at things; lets go back to the size thing. We were not virgins when we married and with the way she talked about the stud, why not have a lover? If we are committed in a relationship why not take a stud for a night? I'm of good size and have enjoyed being larger then most men, but she told me that this stud was larger than I was. I have always encouraged her to enjoy herself as long as she tells me all the details. Being selfish, I wanted to watch a hung man take her. 

Can’t tell you how many times she has masturbated me with a vibrator on her pussy telling me about her past lover. Having her tell me the story instantly sent me over the edge and would cum so fast. The highlight would be when she talked about feeling the tip of his cock touch her lips.

We're committed and I feel very confident with our relationship, friendship, and marriage. She wants to do this for me, and I want to do this for her. Neither of us worried about the other leaving, that is why we can do this.

Let's get back to last night. One of her business friends, Tom, was in town and he spent the night at our house. Over the years we have had friends, and business friends (both male and female) stay with us. The limits in our relationship have always been like a rubber band to a point, yet we never had sex with others. 

I know my wife. One of her favorite things to do is talk the night away over a fine glass of wine. She likes to flirt, but has her limits. For me, I see no problem opening and expanding our relationship, to explore erotic experiences together. What could be better then to have a loving and trusting wife, a friend, and a wild lover? I know that this side exists in her, she was just afraid to bring that person to the surface. 

Tom is not a “stud” by any means; however he is a charmer. My wife has talked about him for some time now. His business power and intelligence has caught her attention and affection. He paid great attention to my wife. He has become a stud to her over time. He knows how to make a lady feel like a woman. From talking to him I learned a few things, and for those of you thinking it, he has not been with my wife, at least not till this point. I have also known this man for many years. 

We had an hour before Tom was to arrive. She asks, “What should I wear?”

“How about that little hot sundress? I want you to look and feel sexy!”

She agreed and went to put on the sundress. I went into the kitchen to finish up any last minute items. This is when Tom rang the doorbell. I greeted him at the front door. He presented me with a nice bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers for my wife. She joined us, looking stunning in her dress. Tom stood up as she entered the room, flashed her his bright smile and kissed her on the cheek while presenting her with the flowers. She returned the kiss with a bit of a blush and kindly thanked him for the lovely flowers. I noticed her nipples were hard, which excites me even more. Tom had no idea what's in store for him tonight. The evening begins.

Our conversation drifted over many subjects but as the night goes on and a second bottle of wine, the conversation became more erotic. All night I was touching my wife, talking about how proud I am of her, her career, her working out, and life in general. She was beaming and so were her nipples!

After dinner we went outside. My wife brought out another bottle of wine as we all sat around our table in the lanai. When my wife has a few drinks she tends to forget some things, or maybe she relaxes enough to show off her sexy charms. So when she stood up her panties came into view. Not sure if she flashed us by accident. 

Tom had to get up and use the restroom and we had both noticed that his interest in my wife had risen, literally. While Tom went into the house to take care of one issue, I started to talk to my wife. At first she didn't believe me that I wanted her to consider being with Tom. She turns to me, “What are you up to?”

I thought she was watching me to judge my reaction. I set my drink down, walked over to her, not hiding my hard-on, and told her how sexy she was and that I loved her.

"Are you upset with me?" She asked, my hand sliding up her thigh to find her panties wet. That is one of the great things about my wife. Her large hard nipples and wet pussy, makes it very easy to tell when she is aroused. 

I told her, “I am not upset and if she wants to try something new I'm all for it. We are committed to each other, in love, and nothing will change that.”

My finger slides under the elastic of her panties and into her. “It's not to late to stop. If I take him as a lover, I don’t want it to hurt us. His cock has not been in me, yet.”

I did my best to comfort her, and confirm our relationship. She knew that I have never been jealous and I told her that I would never be jealous with the truth. I told her that the only things that bother me and will ever bother me are, being lied to and not knowing. We all have fantasies and why not live out a few?

After she knew that I not only accepted how she felt but also was encouraging it, things really started to heat up. She said that she wanted to dance. women and dancing, I don't move very well, still trying to learn how to dance, but I do know how important dancing is for foreplay. She leaned up to me, whispered in my ear, “if you keep this up, I’ll take both of you. We can stop right now, it's not too late if you want?”

All three of us danced, close but about a foot or two away from each other. After a few songs, the distance became less and the dancing more dirty. Soon, Tom and I were taking turns dirty dancing with her. Her skirt was rising up, as she was almost dry humping our legs (I was sure she would leave a wet spot).

When the two of them were close, I came from behind, and we had my wife in a cock sandwich. We danced like this for one song. Then my wife said she had to take a break. She disappeared into the rest room. The sexual tension was thick; all of us were high from it.

Tom thanked me for allowing him to have a great time. I assured him we all were having fun and not to worry about anything. He apologized for getting out of control and again thanked me for sharing with him. He was very concerned why I was not jealous and that it didn't bother me how my wife was acting. I told him if she was doing this behind my back, then I would be upset. This seemed to keep him in the moment, as his hard-on did not fade an inch.

My wife came back, dancing sexy for us, her arms flowing like waves as she motioned us to her. The song on the radio was slow and we all picked up where we left off. First Tom was behind her, his cock pressing into her ass. I think that this position allowed my wife to confirm how I felt as she kissed me on the lips. I accepted her kiss, and parted her lips with my tongue. My fingers found her hard nipples, teasing them with little squeezes. In this state, her clit and nipples are connected. We both knew this. 

She then turned to Tom. She wrapped her arms around him. This was new for us. I have watched my wife hug others before, but this was so erotic. I knew how he felt by the way he held her. I knew he wanted my wife, how badly he wanted to rip her clothes off and take her. I knew right then that tonight my wife was going to have a lover and I was going to watch. 

My hands started to massage my wife. I could tell she was nervous. She didn't know what to do. Part of her kept still, allowing us to take control. Then Tom's hands bumped into mine. I moved mine, allowing him to massage my wife. I slide my hands down her back, to her skirt. I started to lift her skirt up to find her bare. She must have removed her panties while in the rest room. She didn't say anything, just reached around and unzipped her skirt. Slowly it floated to the floor.

I watched as my wife looked up to Tom. He moved in and kissed her. Slow at first, but soon, his tongue darted into her mouth. The two of them were like teenagers, kissing hard and moaning while she slid her hand down my shorts. He was brave kissing my wife like that with me less then two feet apart. She reached back and grabbed me while kissing him, my stiff cock in her hand. Then she stopped and looks into my eyes, “it's not too late to stop.”

I kissed her on the forehead.

I'll never forget what she said staring right into Tom's eyes, "Tom, I'm going to fuck you and my husband, but not here." She took our hands and led us both to the guest bedroom. She looked at me and whispered, "Our bed is for us." That told me that even though she was going to fuck this guy senseless right in front of me, she loved me and our relationship was the most important thing.

I thought I was going to lose it, hearing her tell me she is going to take him.

We got on the bed and Tom put his hands at the sides of her tits and said, "I have lusted after these things for years. If it's ok, I would like to undress you and see your bare breasts."

She just smiled, "only after you are nude." I guess I would be disappointed at the size of his cock. For some reason I really wanted to see that he had eight inches. Somehow I knew from the outline of his pants that he was hung. Maybe she knew that already and that is why this had progressed as far as it had. 

She waited until he was completely undressed and sat on his lap. I couldn't see that well and couldn't tell if he had entered her. She reached down, "not yet big boy." She turned and bent down. Her lips engulfed him. She takes all of him slowly treating him like a candy cane, savoring his flavor. She looks up at me with all of him in her mouth and smiles. She teases him with a couple quick bobs. She stops, lets him leave her mouth and looks at me, “I’ve only tasted his cock and honey, he’s massive. I can cum on him so fast. It's not to late, he has not been in me yet. Are you sure you want him to rock my body?” Tom massively thick cock glisten from her saliva. 

Then it hit me, she is going to have her first lover. I don't know why but I started to shake hard as I watched her hold him. Then I saw the tip of his cock come up through her bare pussy lips. She knew how much I like this. I love teasing her, taking the head, just letting it enter her, move back then thrust forward running my cock between her lips over her clit. 

She grabbed his hands and put them on her shirt while rocking her hips. She masturbated the two of them with her wet lips while he squeezed her tits through her shirt.

She raised her arms above her head and said, "Now you can have your treat". He removed her shirt, then bra, freeing her breasts. They are not large, just proportional with large hard nipples. I sat motionless with my cock in my hand as his hands instinctively went right for her bare tits like it was the icing on the cake. I watched her ass flexing as she rocked back and forth across him. She leaned down and allowed Tom to suck on her nipples and turned her head and smiled at me while he devoured her tits. "How does your cock feel against me? You want to be in me don't you? You want to fuck me? Tell me!" What an incredible new feeling watching her bring them both to the edge. I couldn't wait. I wondered if she knew she was teasing me just as badly. 

He turns her around she goes on her knees. His hands cup her breasts. He switches from teases her nipples to enjoying her fullness. Slowly he moves closer to her. Then his cock was against her ass. I watch as he adjusted, moving his cock between her legs. “Honey, I can feel him against me. His head is splitting my lips. Don’t hate me.” 

She rotated faster, rocking her hips. I was watched intently and I actually saw it. I saw him slip into her. She moaned, then pounced hard on him. His shaft completely disappeared into my beautiful wife. I guess all the sexual tension was too much as she leaned up and started to cum. I've heard those moans before and knew she had hit the top. Only seconds later Tom grunted, balls flexed and I knew he was filling my wife with his cum. Her head flew back and her eyes stayed shut as she tensed almost still to feel every pulse of his cock and the warmth of his cum bathing her. She was in her own world. I was in the background and I knew that's where I belonged at that moment. How beautiful it was watching her totally engulfed in pleasure.

She sat on him drawing out the climax as long as she could, enjoying and not thinking. Silence was only broken as he softened and slid out of her. She stood up and I watched her expression change as she looked at Tom and looked at me in disbelief. She was lost in the experience and had come crashing back down reality. She put her hands to her mouth, “Oh my god, what did I do?” 

I went to her and held her. I knew she wasn't making sense of what she had just done. Tom took the hint and left us alone to go clean up in the restroom. I sat her on the bed and laid her back. She put her hand to her forehead and started to ramble. “I can't believe I did that, that he came in me, I'm so sorry!” 

I moved between her legs, looked her in the eyes and told her how much I loved her. She was still rambling when I slid into her. 

“I love you so much, I just got carried away”, She told me as I pumped her harder and faster. “You loved it didn't you, you kinky fool?” 

“I loved it and I love you!”

“Oh Yes! Harder! Give it to me!” 

Soon I noticed Tom standing right next to the bed watching me enjoy seconds. She was losing herself again and she reached out to Tom. He took a few steps toward her and she grabbed his half-limp cock and pulled it into her mouth. It didn't take long for me to lose control and cum and she tensed up for her second climax as we both sank deep inside her. 

She laid there for a moment took a few deep breaths and sprang up. “No more”, she said half laughing in disbelief. “I've never lost control like that. I hate losing control!” She said frustrated. 

“No,” I said. “You love losing control. You just hate loving it.” 

She could not deny it. So we agreed Tom would stay with us whenever he was in town.