Guest Blog: A Wife’s First Threesome: Blowjobs, Cunnilingus and Double Penetration

It’s early spring and the sun is warm on your shoulders. You’re walking downtown, wearing a white, button-up business blouse and a dark, knee-length skirt which hugs your ass in a very flattering way. A pair of vintage sunglasses completes your ensemble. Months of workouts have made your calves shapely and strong; you stroll confidently through the restaurant district, drawing appreciative looks.

You’re meeting someone for lunch. He volunteers with a local nonprofit agency and you met through mutual friends from your own volunteer work. He’s about ten years younger than you, handsome and funny, but extremely shy. Recently divorced after a ten-year marriage, he’s lonely and adrift.

Sliding into the booth across from him, you are once again startled by how blue his eyes are. You could just stare into them all day. You’ve always found yourself checking him out at meetings and now you’re finding his charm irresistible. After a moment, you excuse yourself and head to the restroom.

You go into one of the stalls and decide to ditch your bra. The blouse has thick material and should be warm enough.

As you’re arranging yourself in the mirror, another woman approaches the sink next to you. She’s gorgeous, about 45, with a streak of grey highlighting her dark brown hair. Her red silk dress clings to her, revealing that she shares your distaste for bras. She glances over at you, as you fumble nervously with your shirt. You unfasten the top two buttons of your blouse.

“One more,” she says, admiring your reflection.

So, you unbutton one more button, showing more cleavage than you would be comfortable with under normal circumstances.

But this is important. You plan to get what you want.

“I like your style,” says the woman in red.

Then she fishes through her clutch and hands you a business card. The black card with raised red letters simply reads, “Elizabeth,” with a non-local phone number on it. She walks towards the door, glancing back over her shoulder.

“Call me,” she says.

She blinks once, slowly, her brown eyes shining. Her voice sends pleasant goosebumps all over your body.

Returning to the dining room, she walks a few paces ahead. Your friend’s eyes follow her when she passes your table and she smiles down at him, giving him one slow blink. Then she sits at a table nearby, facing you. Elizabeth’s companion is a beautiful older woman with long, shining silver hair.

Returning to your seat, you glance her way. Elizabeth smiles, nodding twice in a “go on” gesture, and she raises her glass in a salute. As if given permission, you begin flirting in earnest – something you have not tried seriously for years. But your marriage is solid and your husband is in full agreement with your new explorations.

Your friend shifts uncomfortably in his seat, unsuccessfully trying to avert his eyes from your gorgeous rack. Over dessert, he begins telling a story about something funny that happened at work, but you are only half listening, hypnotized by his eyes.

You dip your spoon into the ice cream while maintaining rapt eye contact. But your mind wanders, imagining your hands in those wavy locks, riding his face. His voice trails off as he loses his train of thought, his eyes fixated on your lips.

And you realize you’ve been unconsciously fellating the spoon, your tongue licking and rolling around it as he speaks. Blood suddenly rushes to your face, your embarrassment turning into shared laughter. You look over at Elizabeth, who was also enjoying your little spoon show.

She bites her lower lip and mouths the words, “so hot,” before continuing her visit with her companion.

Your unplanned act of vulnerability has worked; he’s obviously taken by you. As you both stand to leave, Elizabeth gives you one last sideways glance and a smile of approval. You return the smile, so proud of yourself and thrilled.

This is actually happening!

You walk closely next to him, making your way to his car. Still laughing and flirting, you take his elbow. Your nipples stiffen in the cool breeze, your loose breasts sliding against the luxurious material of your blouse. The air also finds the wetness between your legs.

As he drives, you find yourself playing with his hair, your fingers touching the back of his neck. Arriving home, you unlock the door and invite him in.

Your husband greets you both, having met your friend on several occasions. You kiss your husband hello, darting your tongue into his mouth – the Signal.

You offer your friend a drink, leading them into the living room where you sit between them on the couch, resting your hands on both of their knees.

This is your moment. You know they’re both shy men, so you have to take charge quickly to ensure this goes how you want. You stand up, turning to them. As they look up, you rip open your blouse, exposing your beautiful breasts.

“I want to fuck both of you, right now,” you say.

Your friend is speechless, looking from you to your husband. Your husband can’t take his eyes off you. You’re so amazing and bold, he can’t wait to ravage you.

But your friend’s heart is racing, and you know he needs reassurance. So you keep nodding your head and humming the affirmative, Mmm-hmm slowly approaching him.

You put your finger against his lips, shushing his protests before they begin. You continue nodding as you straddle his lap, your exposed tits at eye-level. You hold his head between your hands.

“Do you want this?” you say.

He stammers his consent, “Please. Yes…please.”

You kiss him, your tongue pushing deeply into his mouth. You move your hand beneath one of your breasts and offer it to him. His mouth opens instinctively, and you push one hard nipple into it. His eyes are wide, but his tongue laps obediently. You squeeze the other nipple and stroke it against his cheek.

Continuing to nod, you reach down to unzip his pants. You pull your breast from his mouth and climb off, dropping to your knees in front of him. Pulling his flaccid cock from his pants, you realize he is scared, but you continue to offer reassurance. You take him completely into your mouth, sliding your tongue along the bottom of his balls.

Still humming your affirmative, you feel him slowly growing, filling your mouth. You drool all over it, keeping it wet as you push his foreskin back with your lips. His tip slides along your tongue and you appreciate how thick he is. The broad head makes a satisfying pop in your lips when you pull it from your mouth.

Looking up at him, you use your tits to hold his dick in place. You look in his eyes, smiling devilishly as you slide it up and down between them. He reaches out to stroke your nipples. A groan escapes him after a few moments and you take him back into your mouth, using your hands to caress his balls.

You look up at your husband, your mouth full of cock. He pulls his own from his pants, hard as stone, and slowly strokes it the way you like when it’s just the two of you. He moves behind you, unzipping your skirt, jerking it and your panties down to your knees, trapping them together. Both of you on all fours now, he begins licking you from behind, sucking your pussy lightly. You moan and the vibrations run down the shaft of your friend’s cock.

You continue sucking him off, but he begins to subtly struggle against you. He has gone a long time without sex, and this is quickly driving him towards the inevitable. He doesn’t know what to do. So, you tell him.

“I want you to come in my mouth!”

It was meant to sound commanding, but your husband continues licking you from behind, it sounds more like begging.

You feel the tip of his tongue run across your clit and you tremble. You’re suddenly aware that your fantasy is really happening, and with your friend’s cock deep in your throat you let out a little whimper as the first waves of orgasm consume you.

This sets your friend off, and you feel the first burst of precum hit the back of your throat. Your fingers caress his twitching balls as his orgasm begins in earnest, he groans adding heat to your own. His spunk spills between your lips, dripping down your chin, and you slather his balls with drool and cum, sucking him deeply.

But you are coming so hard you nearly forget what you are doing, his hands in your hair, fucking your mouth. It’s a perfect moment of wild abandon and you relish it. Moments later, he finishes, but you know if you keep sucking, he will get hard again. And so you suck on him slowly, the last wave of your own orgasm passing over you, filling your brain with pure, endorphin-driven joy.

Your husband can no longer wait. He slips his rock-hard cock into your pussy, your plump, firm ass bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts. With your knees trapped by the skirt, you hold onto your friend’s hips to keep your balance. He’s getting hard in your mouth again and you giggle, squirming against your husband’s thrusts. The sunglasses have slipped down your nose a bit as you look up into his eyes, your lips wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft.

They are both completely yours.

Your husband pulls out, still rock hard. He grabs your hips and helps you to your feet, pulling the skirt and panties off you and you finally kick off your shoes. But you leave the blouse on, giving them occasional glimpses of your tits as you move. You kneel on the couch cushions and hold onto the back.

Your friend moves behind you, and you tremble with anticipation. Other than your husband, this will be the first fucking you’ve gotten in years, and your whole being aches for it.

Your friend strokes your pussy several times with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against your clit. You lock eyes with your husband, desperate for his approving smile and for the throbbing head at the entrance of your cunt.

You get both.

You feel a slow, wet pressure and gasp deeply, your friend pushing his entire length into you. He groans, shocked at how amazingly tight you are. You are thrilled at his extra thickness. He pulls your hips against him as he fills you up. Oh, the sensation of it! He’s so deep inside you!

Your husband moves behind the couch to stand in front of you, enjoying the show as your sweet pussy is pounded relentlessly. He so loves watching you come! You grunt and groan as your friend’s tip strokes your g-spot, over and over, building another climax within you.

Your husband’s face is a storm of emotion as he looks down at you, watching his lovely wife being ravaged. He gently slaps both sides of your face with his dripping, swollen dick. Your gasping mouth is just too tempting – he cups your jaw in both hands and tenderly pulls your mouth onto him.

You eagerly suck your pussy’s juice off him, the motion of your friend’s thrusts pushing your mouth down his shaft. He feels the vibration of your muffled groans against his front tip as a convulsive orgasm overwhelms him. You look up at him, your eyes filled with pure, lustful joy. He comes in rhythmic, bursting waves. You suck him possessively, doing your best to swallow it all for him because, not only are you a confident, bad ass, you’re also a very, very Good Girl.

Your friend slams his cock into you harder and harder. You moan long and loudly, rocked by orgasm, eyes closed, cum-covered mouth open and panting. Your husband can’t resist putting his cock back into your mouth. You suck hard, and he feels the blood flowing back into his dick. In a few minutes, he’s stiff again and ready to service you. Your friend pulls out of your pussy, spanks your asshole with his heavy meat. The three of you change positions and you groan with anticipation

Your husband lays down on the couch and you climb on top, guiding his cock into you. You kiss him deeply, grinding yourself against him. Your friend is behind you, kissing your neck and rubbing your shoulders and back.

He slides his slick cock along your crack, squirting lube all over your eager ass, massaging your rump. Your husband pushes himself deeply into your pussy. Your friend rubs his tip against your anus and slowly pushes until it slips in suddenly, making you gasp.

He doesn’t go too deeply, but uses his broad head to tease and pull on your hole. Your husband sucks your tits and begins pumping beneath you. A slow, grinding motion overtakes the three of you. Their rhythms vary, with their cocks sometimes plunging into you in unison and other times pistoning in and out.

You take over, pushing back onto them, fucking their cocks into you. You reach behind you, your fingers caressing both their dicks and bouncing balls. You reach down to rub your clit.

They are restraining themselves, waiting for you. They hold your shoulders, supporting you so you can use both of your hands to masturbate.

“Come for us,” says your husband, looking up at you with awe in his eyes.

You concentrate on the sensations of the moment- the novelty of two lovers at once, the way your friend is thrusting deeper in your ass now, your husband’s mouth on one nipple, your friend’s fingers squeezing the other one, and the steady throbbing of your husband’s cock as he tries to hold still so you can finish.

But suddenly your friend moans in your ear, reaching around, squeezing both of your tits as he drives his cock, thrusting greedily, stretching and filling your ass. And you come again, the orgasm flowing through your body is seismic in its intensity. Uhhhh, time seems to slow down, drawing out the sensation as you shake and moan.

You collapse atop your husband, gasping for air. He pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you as he pumps the last of his jizz into you.

They are both reluctant to pull out of you, enjoying the sensation and the sounds of your breathing. They kiss your neck, nibbling and biting, licking your delicious sweat. After several, luxurious minutes, they pull out of you. A gush of memories drip from your tingling holes.

Later, you kiss your friend goodbye at the door.

“Maybe next time you can bring a new girlfriend,” you say.

He nearly blushes as he hugs you. But with the self-confidence you’ve given him today, he will find love again, and soon.

As you walk to the bedroom for a shower and a nap, you finally take off the sunglasses and put them in your purse. You look again at Elizabeth’s business card. Running your fingers over the raised red letters, you remember her long, hard nipples pushing at that red silk dress.

Yes, you will be calling that number, very soon.