There was a time, when I was looking for a match. I was looking for a deer – small, slender and with hazel eyes and shimmering caramel hair. I was looking for a lion – compact, with dark skin and fierce with a mane of curly hair. I was looking for a seal – lean, slender and with shimmering, long, black, straight hair. That stopped once I met my wife. I sure did not expect to end up with someone looking like her. I learned pretty harshly that once you seek more than entertainment you should stop looking for dreams and find a matching soul. And damn does my wife match me. I never even considered that a woman can be so kinky.
One thing she said early on: “If it were not for you, I would never have gotten together with a man.” So she always was more interested in girls. And she loves toys. And me.
Once we got to know each other well and started to talk about our kinks and fantasies. So we found out, that we both would like to invite another into our nest. As I usually think the classical FFM is a stupid thing to do, as one man might not be enough to please one woman as active as my wife, I suggested another man. She firmly denied. And reinforced her statement, that she would not be able to stand much more pleasure than what I give her on a good day. So we agreed, if we invited someone it would be a woman. The big question was who. It sure would be nice to have someone with us we know and trust … but what about afterwards? What if it went wrong? We googled and talked. The thought, that maybe we could not face one of our friends, that she could not face us or that in the worst case we would break up afterwards was unbearable. But letting a stranger into our life like that? What if she would cling afterwards, get pregnant, infect us with a disease? We would much rather do it with someone we trust.
Some time went by and I got to know one of my wives friends. A young one that had a crush on my wife for a long time. She confessed to us, that wouldn’t I’ve snatched my lovely wife right from under her nose, she would have made a move soon.
Jackpot?
We had her over on several movie nights and some she stayed the night. So we got closer. Bit by bit.
My wife is small and soft and what I really honestly love the most about her is her nose. Can’t really tell why. And she likes to change her looks rather often. Once she wore blonde, sometimes a reddish brown and a another a rather purplish dark colour. Her friend is different. More the deer I was once looking for, but on the predatory side. She is a bit taller, lean and hard muscled. All the Martial Arts she does and her general active way made her that. But she is always on edge, won’t relax easily. That way her muscles are usually strained tight. She has brown short hair and keeps herself in a rather gamine look. Her demeanour is very feminine though. I’m a sucker for just that.
That one particular Weekend we sat together on the settee, watched a movie that was a little hotter than the usual without being too obvious and cuddled up to one another. My wife on the left, me on the right and Vy in the middle. Hugs led to cuddles and those to stroking and oh boy was it hot under the blanket. It was all very light, we had not made a decision beforehand and wanted to tread lightly. She seemed to enjoy it. And the evening ended, she left for home and we stayed behind, hot, horny and worked up quite a bit.
That night my wife and I talked about what had happened and what we would like to happen.
So we set the rules for the next meeting. No sex. If anyone wanted out, we would stop.
The next weekend we drank a bit of alcohol. She would stay over, that was arranged. We watched a blockbuster, ate, talked, cuddled up on the settee. After that we watched another movie. Some romance with a bit of spice. And as we were once again under one blanket we shed some clothes just to get comfortable. It was so thrilling to stroke light fingers over her arm, hold her hand, lean into her. Strange. Appealing. … A bit alien. Once the movie ended we suggested to retire and offered her to come with us to Bed. Cuddling up was all that was supposed to happen for now.
So we cuddled up. I’m quite hot blooded and sometimes have a hard time staying under a blanket with my wife all night – three of us increased that. And also … I usually sleep naked, which was out of the question. I shed my T-Shirt, remained in my sweats. The occasional light touch brushed my bare chest. Electrifying, I tell you. Not too long after that the girls shed their tops. So we cuddled back under the duvet, topless.
While Vy was pretty busy snuggling up to my wife I brushed fingers over her upper body. A tight belly, strong arms, small breasts. One would expect we would feel rather similar, all being human kind … but we don’t. Vy really went to town on my wife, kissed her, stroked her and was on her way into her undies – which was way to fast for her taste. And I was left out. Sure I could stroke Vys strong back, a very interesting sensation, but the action was going on somewhere else and Vy was onto something that by vow belonged to me only. And I felt bad. I felt most bad, that I was still turned on by it, while it seemed to eat away at my heart. A better man might not covet the pleasure that was shared, might not feel jealous after agreeing to share. Maybe it was because we were married only a short time and the ability to share openly is less in newlyweds. Or maybe I am just not that good a man.
My wife, feeling overrun by Vy, commented on me being left out. And that was the instant they went for me. It started easy with them stroking my chest and kissing me. But all to soon I lost track of whose Hands were where. I mean, sure they were only four hands but … so many hands. My wife was so horny she went into my sweats with her hand to stroke me. Have I ever been that hard? Somewhere along she removed her hand from my cock, reached back for it later. I wasn’t really sure it was her hand. There were two everywhere. But we put a stop to it, as we had our rule and where so close to breaking it. That might have been nice, but we were not ready.
After some time, when we were trying to sleep but failing at that, I stroked Vys thighs, up to her hips and slightly traced fingertips through the sensitive depression where hip and leg meet. One factor for our strict rule was, that Vy was still a virgin and we wanted her to have her first time on her terms and not because of the heat of the moment. And as we might remember, not having felt the more intense feelings of sex yet, every touch to previously untouched skin is so very sensational. She moaned quietly, and I loved how she liked it. But as reality always is to me, it was bitter sweet. I have an aching back and lying in close proximity to not only one but two other weights in the bed got my back hurting bad. And once I couldn’t stand it, and we were all aware, that even without touching one another actively – to prevent skin touching half naked in one bed is impossible – we would never get to sleep. So we could either go on where we left of, which we did not want to (two of us, that is) or we could separate for the night and sleep. We opted for sleep.
My wife was angry with me, demanded to know what I did to Vy that made her moan. I told her, and she confessed, that she was envious and as I did, think, it would be best, to let our potential threesome remain a fantasy. At least … for now.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g42z7x/not_quite_almost_a_threesome_oc
A good story, I hope that another meeting is planned.