Amy's threesome

I knew early on I wasn’t making her happy. Our sex drives didn’t seem right. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, she wanted to have sex. When I was rested and ready, she was less and less in the mood.

When I left school and worked full-time (two jobs), and she ended up in school, our social life was very different. My social life revolved around e-mails to my friends and family 2,000 miles away. My day off was spent every week with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent the evening with her friends, so-called the “sensible one” when she was drunk and chasing men. She also spent many weekends with her school clubs and visited her mother.

Her last boyfriend, Drew, was a real jerk, but she told me the sex had always been great. He was a lot more physically dominant than I was, and he had a fat 10-inch dick that they really enjoyed. She had met with him several times after fighting, just for his dick. She kept in touch with him because he owed her money, but she didn’t tell him we were married for almost a year, although he called at least once a month.

Sometimes, when we were in bed, she told me about how Drew threw her over the furniture and fucked her from behind. How good it felt when his big dick shoved in her, and how much she enjoyed pushing her against the wall and fucking her while her feet were kept off the ground. How much she loved the feeling of his dick in her mouth, and how overwhelming the sensation was when he fucked her sweet ass. She was raving about the way he would overpower her, forcing her to do what he wanted. She also told me how they had sex often in the shower, which we rarely did, because I found it uncomfortable. When she told me about her sex life with Drew, the sex would be very sexy, and I let her know I liked to hear about her previous experiences.

Although I never had any complaints about my penis, I suspected she might want something I couldn’t take care of her. I wanted her to be happy, and I didn’t want to lose her. During the pillow talk, I told her I wouldn’t mind if she wanted to have sex with other men as long as I knew, as long as she didn’t lie to me. Sex was sex, but our relationship was the most important thing, the permanent thing. As long as we were honest with each other, I wasn’t afraid it would ever end. She insisted that she was only interested in me, but admitted that the thought was intriguing. I also admitted to being excited by the thought of opening our marriage.

My two jobs didn’t bring in enough money to pay for everything we wanted, so she started working occasionally as a topless dancer. I usually stopped by after my evening job and waited to take her home. On her work nights, she’d get really wild in bed, especially if the tips had been good. I liked watching her dance for other men, and she liked to send other dancers to tease me at my table.

One night I came to find her very excited. One of her clients had flirted with her all night and invited her to his motel room. She asked me to take her to his motel. Of course I was. My only condition was that I was there and he would wear a condom if he got inside her. When we got there, she asked if they could shower together. She told me to wait 30 minutes before I went to the bathroom. While I waited, I heard the shower start, then muffled voices, gasping, moaning and banging. I waited anxiously for the moment I could get to them. When I came into the bathroom, I pulled back the shower curtain and my wife’s playmate saw her hold against the shower wall.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist when he pushed his manhood deep into her. Her wet hair sat on the side of her face and their lips were locked in a deep, passionate kiss. She opened her eyes and looked right at me as she climaxed - one of a dozen I saw that night.

Shortly afterwards she dropped the water, fell to her knees and started sucking his hard, wet dick. She started kissing and licking around, looking at me with a bad smile. Eventually he reached down and pulled her head into his crotch, forced his dick into her throat. The sight of my beautiful wife, lost in the misery of sexual excess, was a tremendous turn to me. My own dick was hard and tense on my zipper. I tried to caress myself with the fabric when his seed came into my wife’s face. Her cheeks sucked in and out when she swallowed his load, something she never did for me. He turned his head towards me, smiled, asked me if I enjoyed the view, and winked. She kept sucking his tools and telling him how hot he made her. He never seemed to lose his erection, just pulled his dick out of her lips and told her to step out of the tub and bend over the toilet. Like she did, he slipped his dick in her from behind. He told me I missed, and asked her to blow my dick while he was fucking her. I took my pants off and led my dick to her mouth. The feeling of her lips around my flesh was beautiful, and she began to take me deeper as she swung forward from his powerful bumps.

While he kept fucking her, I realized there was no condom on his dick; That the package we brought was still unopened on the counter. I asked them to stop and put on a condom before he got into her. Instead, she pulled her mouth away from my dick and told us to switch places. She wanted it in her mouth and me in her pussy. In seconds, I was balls deep in her warm, juicy hole when she sounded forward on his dick. The silky sensation was somehow different, better than it had ever been. I came in because of the feeling, while my eyes were sounding on her lips while they were working his shaft. She’s a beautiful and sexy woman in the first place, and I always felt like she looked even sexier when she sucked my dick. But this was the most intense erotic vision I had ever experienced. My beautiful wife was furious sucking other people’s pole when I drilled into her sweet pussy. The situation was just too much for me, and I exploded in her. When I pulled my soft dick out of her pussy lips, he pulled his stiff penis out of her lips. He stepped over, slipped his dick’s head between the red, gaping lips of her femininity.

“Should I put on a condom?” He asked, when he slipped into her a quarter inch. “Yes,” I said, “take the package. Her only reaction was a low moan. I gave him a condom, which he unpacked quickly and skinned on his dick, took it out of her for a few seconds. Then he slipped back into my dear wife, making her scream in ecstasy. When he kept driving her, she started coming back, and my own dick grew back to fullness. We took turns for the next few hours, one of us in her pussy, one in her mouth, sometimes break to kiss her, suck her breasts, or lick her sweet pussy. I came twice, he came At least four, twice in condoms and twice in her mouth. She came a dozen times when we filled her with our dicks. The sun rose when we left his room and drove home, talking about the wildest parts of the evening. She told me she had multiple orgasms before I came to the bathroom. She even opened my pants and sucked my weak noodle while I was driving. Although my dick was down before the count, I was still excited when I kissed and licked her face, neck, shoulders, and breasts while stopped at the light. Later, when we were in bed, I thanked her for letting me be part of her adventure and thanked me for the wildest night of her life. I was excited about the thought of our new life as swingers, and what it would do to bring us closer together.

Later that day, when we woke up, she wouldn’t discuss what happened. Our sex life was wild for a few weeks, but she wouldn’t talk about our adventure. Later she finally admitted it had happened, but denied the pleasure of it. I tried to remind her how exciting it had been for both of us, how many times she had sperm. She insisted that she had only carried my imagination. Because I got her drunk. She also accused me of only wanting threesomes so I could screw other women.

I think I should wait and see what the future brings.