3some Never Forgotten

A Threesome Never to be Forgotten
My wife and I have been married 25 years and even though we’re both in our late 40s, people often compliment us on how young we look. Working out has always been a part of our daily routine and the side benefit of increasing our sexual stamina is something that has allowed for long sessions of sucking, fucking, and licking.

Like most husbands, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to see my wife suck and fuck another man. Me joining in after watching for a time has always been part our fantasy. Our sex sessions usually start with light petting then move on to my rubbing and sucking on her still perky 34c tits. Not too large but her nipples grow nice and hard in no time. After a few minutes of enjoying myself we usually will position ourselves with me kneeling on the bed and her lying on a 7-inch “helper” as she takes me in her mouth – making my dick grow and grow and grow. She has become an expert cocksucker over the many years of our marriage. When she licks the length of my dick and then sucks on my balls it makes me grow longer and harder. While she slurps on my dick I tell her how hot her ass looks squeezing on “that dick”. By this time she’s going crazy!

We continue this way until her groans quicken and she finally comes all over the hardness between her pussy lips rubbing against her clit. We’ve always known that this would only be a fantasy, as neither one of us had the guts to through with an actual three way – or so we thought.

One night we decided to go out and have a couple of drinks and dance a little. We ended up at a nightclub that was very dimly lit, filled with people drinking, talking, and enjoying each other’s company. After a couple of margaritas, we were feeling pretty good. As our inhibitions where peeled away little by little, my wife started dancing more and more provocatively – getting the attention of some men standing nearby.

Upon returning to our booth, I excused myself to go to the men’s room and told my wife that, if she had the guts, to flirt with one of the guys that had been looking at us, maybe something would happen tonight. Well, by the time I got back to the table this dark haired, five o’clock shadowed young man in his early twenties was seated across the table from her. She introduced me to Greg as I sat down on her left. Our booth was in a very obscure part of the club and very little light shown where we were. After a couple of rounds and feeling no pain, I motioned with my head to Greg to move over to Lorraine’s right side. He looked at me with a “are you sure” look and I repeated the motion. With that he slid over and we both nestled up close. I could tell that my wife was getting excited as she had placed her hand on my thigh and was now squeezing it with an unconscious pressure.

I moved my left hand under her blouse and start playing with her left tit. She gave out a sigh as I lightly rubbed her now very erect nipple. Greg was taking all this in. I again motioned to him – this time to follow my lead. In no time he had my wife’s right tit in his right hand as her head fell back enjoying both of our massage. Then, I saw Greg lower his hand down to her lap. As his hand made its way up her skirt, I could tell when it had reached her now throbbing pussy. The way she looked at me told me that she was in heaven.

As we continued to feel my wife up in front of the crowd (that didn’t have clue of what we were doing), I could see Greg’s arm moving faster and with longer strokes.