My First Threesome with Husband [MFM] [Bi]

“You look incredible,” he said as he held the door to the lounge open for me.

“Thank you, darling,” I beamed. I felt like a million bucks in this slinky carmine dress that fit as if it was merely draped around me. My husband looked like a bearded James Bond in his first ever designer suit. I chuckled as I caught the coat check girl checking out his ass.

The lounge was of typical atmosphere but the magic of it was not lost on me. We were seated in a dimly lit corner at a forest green, crushed velvet couch with a small, crystal coffee table. Crystals hung from the ceiling and a three piece band played jazz softly on the other side of the room.

We each ordered an Old Fashioned that came with something unnecessarily smoking sticking out of it. We shared a laugh as we settled into the comfy couch. He placed his arm around my shoulders and I allowed my already crossed right leg to start rubbing against his.

“God, you look incredible,” he gushed, staring deeply into my eyes.

“Stop it!” I blushed, looking away from him.

My eyes landed on a gentleman by the bar who was also enjoying the view. He quickly shuffled his stance and looked elsewhere across the lounge. I giggled.

“What?” Husband asked.

“That guy by the bar was staring at me,” I whispered.

Of course he immediately looked that direction, thereby catching the notice of the gentleman once again.

I laughed gleefully as I felt my cheeks flush before realizing he wasn’t looking away this time. He was incredibly cute, the type of distinguished looking nerd I would’ve gone for at eighteen. His hair was trendily disheveled and his round tortoise glasses matched his smart maroon suit. A whimsically patterned button up revealed the smallest bit of chest hair. I was also shocked at how turned on his mustache was making me. Goddammit, mustaches really *are* back.

I had all but eye-fucked him when he gestured his cocktail toward us in a cheers. He too had an Old Fashioned, it seemed. We returned the toast.

I allowed myself to steal a glance at my husband and found, delightfully, he was just as entranced with the gentleman as I was. I was a brief bystander as I watched the two of them size one another up. The gentleman had already gotten an eye full of me, now he was checking out Daddy 007.

“Is tonight the night?” I said, under my breath so that our onlooker couldn’t catch on.

Husband answered in turn with a firm squeeze on my upper thigh.

I now turned my full attention to the gentleman who met my gaze. I looked to my husband then looked back to him as a sort of “Eh?”

A small smile lit up his face before mouthing, “Two? Or three?”

We both seductively wiggled three fingers each back to him.

He shot a thumbs up with a humorous slow nod.

I let myself go full cliche and beckoned him over to us with a well manicured finger.

The finger showdown continued as he gestured that he needed a moment. We watched as he ordered three more Old Fashioneds. He shoots us a cute smile, bigger than the one before, as he waits for them to be made.

“Do you still feel good about this?” Husband asks.

“Babe,” I giggle, “He hasn’t even met us yet. This deal isn’t sealed.”

Right on cue, our gentleman caller has made it to our table. “Here we are.” His voice was deeper than I would’ve expected and he smelled like expensive cologne.

“Thank you, sir,” I say sweetly as we all clink our glasses together, “Are you here alone?”

“Yes, actually. It’s my favorite lounge and I was bored at home. I thought ‘why not get dressed up, have a couple drinks, maybe meet some interesting people?’” He tilted his head towards us. “What brings you cats here?”

“It’s our first time,” Husband answered, “We’re celebrating this lovely lady’s recent promotion.”

I blushed.

“Oh my god! Congratulations!” We all cheers again. He continues, “That’s big cause for celebration!” He gets the attention of the hot bottle girl walking by. “Could we get a bottle of your-” he makes the ‘so-so’ motion with his hand, “champagne?”

The bottle girl, immediately charmed, giggles, “I get what you mean, sure!” She gives Husband and I a once over before going to get it, clearly interested in what company this suave guy keeps, maybe wanting to be part of it. She sort of lingered again after popping the bottle for us.

We cheersed for the millionth time and my heart was bursting with joy. This was the most fun I had had in a while and as that second Old Fashioned kicked in my urge for more fun grew.

As if reading my mind, he got straight to the point. “Now, onto the discussion of the rest of tonight’s festivities. Will this be your first?”

“Yes,” we nodded, bashfully.

His gorgeous smile soothed us. “Sweet. Mine too.”

“Really? You’re so fucking smooth.” I couldn’t help myself.

He laughed, “Thank you but hey, you guys initiated this whole thing. I would’ve thought you were pros and I was the little virgin being brought in.”

We finished the bottle before Husband excused himself to the restroom.

He did not hide the fact that he checked him up and down and he walked away. “He’s sexy, huh?”

“One of the many reasons I married him. I get that hot piece of ass whenever I want.”

He took a beat before saying, “You’re gonna be fun, aren’t you?” His voice took a tone I hadn’t heard all night. He seductively turned his head toward me, his eyes full of lust.

I slightly bit my lip as I nodded slowly.

“Is Mommy gonna show me how it’s done? Give me a night I’ll never forget?”

I was suddenly acutely aware of how wet my panties were. My long leg bridged the space between us as I used the pointy toe of my heel to gently caress his cock. I felt it jump against my touch and my pussy flexed in response.

“I take it we’re ready to get out of here?” Neither of us had seen Husband return. The three of us briefly loosened the sexual tension with a hearty laugh.

Thirty minutes and a rideshare later found us all in our home. We decided our place was the best option as he lived in a studio apartment with nosey neighbors.

“Nice place,” he enthused, kicking off his loafers.

“Thanks! We’re pretty proud of it,” Husband grinned. Damn, he looked so good. That grin entranced us both.

Yeah, sexual tension definitely not gone.

“I cannot help but point out that all three of us are obviously raring to go,” he stated, matter of factly.

There was beat before Husband and I simultaneously shrugged and said, “Fuck it.”

The three of us laughed and we grabbed each of his hands before practically running toward our bedroom.

I shamelessly launched myself onto the bed, heels and all. My dress had opened to the point of my upper thigh, the slightest bit of my thong poking out. If we were going to be upfront about this, I wasn’t going to be coy any longer.

Both men looked at me hungrily before realizing they weren’t quite sure what they wanted to do first.

“Whip out your dicks!” I commanded.

Like good little boys, they ran to either side of the bed, pulling their pants down to reveal magnificent cocks. I almost gave myself whiplash trying to consume the sight of them both as quickly as possible. I never tire of seeing Husband’s glorious package. I stuff it in my mouth as often as possible and my favorite hobby is his incredible balls all over my fucking face. The dick to my right is the first new dick I’ve seen in person in over a decade. He was a bit veinier than Husband which I prayed would feel ribbed in my pussy. I greedily grabbed one in either hand and began milking them. Their moans when I started licking each of their heads was the greatest harmony I’ve ever heard.

I couldn’t take it anymore and started exclusively blowing our third. I got on my hands and knees, shaking my tight ass at Husband’s face. The noise Husband made was almost animalistic as he entered me in one stride.

I started thinking about what I wanted next when I realized, “Oh my god! I don’t even know your name!” I continued jerking him off as I awaited his answer. Husband continued absolutely working my pussy out.

“Nathan,” he moaned.

“Take your clothes off, Nathan,” I cooed.

He wordlessly did as he was told. He was on the thinner side but in nice shape, the slightest hint of a six pack and well toned arms and thighs.

“My turn,” Husband grunted. He speedily exited me and was on his knees, Nathan’s cock in hand.

“Nice grip,” Nathan said, biting his lip.

“Better suck,” Husband retorted, taking the whole of him in one go.

Nathan’s head dropped back before he set his eyes on my pussy, which I was rubbing uncontrollably. I had taken off my dress and was caressing my tits with my other hand.

“Gimme,” was all he could muster.

I planted my ass on the very edge of the bed and he leaned over to devour me. His moans vibrated deep within me and he found the best feeling spot on my clit with ease. Add the sounds of Husband sucking him off and I was flowing like a river.

“This isn’t fair,” I whined, “I want cock in my mouth too!”

With some quick repositioning we found ourselves on the bed in a sort of triangle. We decided to change directions so Nathan was in my mouth, I was in Husband’s, and Husband was in Nathan’s.

“How’s he doin’, baby?” I crooned back to Husband, popping Nathan out briefly.

He answered by pressing his face further into my pussy and moaning deeply. The feeling made me selfishly shove Nathan into the back of my throat. This caused Nathan to suck Husband faster and we continued escalating this way until we were all quivering messes.

I thought I was close to cumming when Nathan pulled away, exacerbated. “I gotta know what this pussy feels like. Please!”

“Your wish is my command,” I said, rolling onto my back.

Nathan stood, indicating he wanted my ass on the edge again.

Always one to please, I complied. I beckoned for Husband to come closer and took his cock in my mouth.

Nathan wanted to savor this. He tantalized me with his head, running it all up and down my pussy. Adding a bit of pressure on my clit with it to send me absolutely squirming. Once he finally slid the tip in it was by accident because I was so wet he went right in. That alone was enough to drive him wild. He slammed into me the rest of the way and my G-spot sent stars in my eyes. Nathan found his tempo in no time, not forgetting to rub the rest of my cunt with his thumb like a gentleman. Much to my pleasure, those veins did feel ribbed.

The two men’s eyes met and stayed. “I want it,” Nathan practically whispered.

Husband grabbed the lube from his nightstand and drizzled it on his cock, using the rest on his hand to make sure Nathan was nice and slick. He took his time, his eyes never leaving Nathan’s to catch a wince or, preferably, a look of pleasure.

The sight of husband’s hands on Nathan’s hips from behind was enough for me to come undone but it was the first time Nathan loudly moaned after Husband had fully entered him that did it. I came intensely, bucking back against Nathan’s thrusts which were intensified by Husband’s.

“Come, baby, come, baby,” Husband breathlessly chanted, his voice rich with bliss.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Nathan cried out, his thrusts quickening.

“Onmeonmeonme,” I pleaded.

Nathan briskly pulled out of me and showered me with his load, the first shot creaming my pubes. He covered my tits and all the way down my stomach, leaving me writhing under its warmth. Husband never ceased his fucking which caused Nathan to orgasm long after he was dry. Nathan wildly ate my pussy, avoiding the mess he left behind.

I came again, my kegels vice gripping his lapping tongue. A second orgasm for me always causes noises that make Husband insane. At that moment, Husband tapped Nathan out of the way before shooting his hot cum all over me, making sure to paint places Nathan missed.

All three of us continued to make various noises of pleasure while he did so, with varied looks of shock and awe.

Husband collected himself enough to go get towels from our bathroom.

“When are you guys free next?” Nathan laughed.

“I didn’t say we were fucking done,” Husband said, tossing everyone a towel.

Nathan and I looked at one another confused but excited.

“Eat her pussy with me?” he asked, cheekily, once I was all cleaned up.

I compulsively moaned as Nathan’s face lit up with a grin matching Husband’s.

Husband tossed my legs over my head. “Clit or hole?” he asked, bluntly.

“Mmmmm” Nathan thought, “I’ve had the pleasure of being strangled by that hole in more ways than one so-” With that he hopped onto the bed next to me and once again found my favorite spot on my clit.

I grabbed at whatever part of him I could reach and managed to get a good squeeze on his pleasantly hairy ass.

Husband tongue dove into my dripping hole, lapping up three different juices that had been left behind.

I felt sufficiently used, a feeling I’d always associated negatively. This way I felt like a good girl and a powerful woman who did her duties, duties she wanted. Duties she will crave.

I was able to get my head above the addictive abyss to savor the moment. The two men were focused on nothing in the world other than having their hands all over me and their mouths full of my cunt. The looks of sheer pleasure. Nathan’s slightly fogged up lenses. The sexy strand of hair stuck to Husband’s sweaty forehead.

We could have easily been in a rocketship through space, no one around for millions of miles. The image of galaxies sent me on my third trip around the sun. I took their heads in either of my hands and shoved my pussy deep into their mouths.

They ate hungrily, not a single drop wasted.

“STOP!” I screamed, my vagina waving a white flag.

Gasps and sighs were had by all as we gathered our wits. The smell of sex was thick in the air and I wore it like a blanket.

“Who’s up for an Old Fashioned that isn’t on fire?” I asked, throwing on my panties.

We managed to make it the rest of the night without anything sexy except for one make out session that was a tangle of fun.

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