Thanking the person who introduced my to wife [MFF]

*(As always, much backstory. Fun stuff below the line)*

This story began a very, very long time ago. It began when I was in my first marriage, losing my faith in God, contemplating suicide, and all-around miserable. Let that be a cautionary tale about getting married young and as a virgin. (But that’s it own 3000-word post.) I was looking for a way out, and had started an erotica website, (long-since deleted) where I would write stories about the life I wish I had. Of course, you don’t just put stuff on the web and NOT want attention, so I eventually built a network of friends, almost all desperately unhappy spouses scattered across the country. One person I really connected with was Eliza, a professor in the Midwest. She was a bit older than me, wickedly intelligent, but also very, very careful to protect herself and keep everyone at arm’s length. She had a lover, and was comfortable with adultery, a term she insisted on for it, and that represented the maximum of risk she wanted to take. Granted, at that point, I was in my mid-20’s, and only barely not a virgin, so I wasn’t exactly dying for the chance to display my inadequacy. But over the course of our chat, she suggested I talk to Anne, a writer close to my age in a similar situation elsewhere.

Anne and I also hit it off well, and the chemistry was immediate and explosive, even though she lived on the other side of the country (Los Angeles). But where there’s a will there’s a way, and I found myself having a job interview in her city (though as someone who didn’t know LA that well, I had no idea how far away it actually was from her area). So we, of course decided to meet, and on that fateful night we met, we kissed, and that kiss lead to the first great sex of my life. (while I had cheated before, because, well, I was still a virgin after being married several years, and I was desperate, they were always terrible, guilt-ridden affairs that left me feeling worse than I started.) In this moment, a light bulb went off in my head, I realized that this would *never* happen in my marriage. I put a stop to therapy and left. I got the job I interviewed for. In one month, I pivoted my entire life and moved to LA, single.

Of course, Anne was still in her relationship, and there was a *very* winding, and indirect path, that went through a lot of other possibilities, but after several years we wound up getting married. Shortly after our wedding, we started looking for couples to date. As this was happening, we had both continued our friendship with Eliza, who, luckily, was coming to LA for a trade show. Although Eliza and I had never really “played” online, she and Anne had a definite chemistry together. Anne, Eliza, and her lover had played on video chats before, and they knew each other well. We definitely knew what was in the air.

Anne and I drove together to pick Eliza up at the airport, and like a group of high-functioning adults, we hugged, collected her luggage, drove her to the convention center, and set up her booth. We took her to her hotel so she could unpack and freshen up before dinner. All of it very ordinary. The three of us went to dinner at the same restaurant Anne and I had that amazing first date. (We go back there almost every year we can and re-enact it.)

But to set the scene, Eliza is wearing a nice dark blue evening dress, and she stands about 5’7″, long dark hair, and a gym regular. She is a professor of the arts, and treats her body as one of her masterpieces, having a lot of large tattoos that covered her side and back, but were easily covered when she was doing lectures. Anne, is much shorter, 5’0″, also with brown hair, and with a much curvier body (which eating my Southern cooking had added a few pounds to in places she wasn’t delighted with, but I sure as hell didn’t mind it, and neither did Eliza). I’m 6’4″, then still a lanky 200 pounds. For extra effect, we had packed the same clothes we wore on our date. It was a fun way of saying “Thank you for introducing us.”

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The restaurant sat right on the marina, and dinner was spectacular – our choice from the first date were still on the menu, and the restaurant’s wraparound windows provided a glittering view of the Marina that night, as Anne and Eliza enjoyed a few rounds of drinks, and I stuck to iced tea and water, instead of my usual vodka on the rocks. I was going to be designated driver tonight, and I had a sense it was going to be an unusually distracted drive. As dinner wrapped, and I paid, I took Anne on the same walk we went on our first date, and, at the very spot of our first kiss, gave her another kiss, which quickly grew passionate, and then I stopped, and looked at Eliza, gestured towards Anne. She smiled, and I stepped back as she took my place, kissing Anne immediately with passion. As the kiss started to break, I saw Anne’s had shoot up behind Eliza’s head, pulling her back for more. Though Eliza is very much a dominant personality, she was happy to accept this from Anne, and the two of them continued making out by the water for a bit.

After a quick break for air, Anne breathed at me “let’s go back to the hotel.” We walked back to my car, and the women both jumped in the back seat. Fortunately, Anne already had the passenger seated all the way forward, and I pushed mine as far forward as I could and still be safe, and began tearing up the pavement to get back to Eliza’s hotel. Behind me I could hear kisses and moans. I tried tilting my mirror back to catch a view, but it was late at night, and there were too many headlights shining in my mirrors for me to make much out. But I knew Anne’s moans well enough to know that Eliza had a definitely made short work of her panties and had at least one finger inside her. A quick inward hiss of her breath told me that Eliza had a nipple in her mouth as well. God this drive was taking forever!

We got back to the hotel and the ladies put themselves back together long enough to get to the room, where Eliza pounced on Anne. Anne’s dress was gone in a flash. I went and sat in the chair to enjoy the show (Anne and I had agreed on this prior, and Eliza knew as well.) Eliza pushed my wife back onto the bed and pulled her panties down, tossing them on the floor. She tied her hair back and then laid down, bringing her face between Anne’s legs. I could hear the licks as Eliza went to work. My wife is the sort that needs a long time to reach orgasm, but has loud, explosive orgasms once she gets there. For the first few minutes I could see the experimentation as the professor slowly unlocked my wife’s secrets. When she found exactly the right motion, I could see the change in Anne’s movements, and her moans began to hit that familiar tone as she began to feel the orgasm start to build. For another three or four minutes she kept going, it kept building, and building. The moans started to become screams as I could watch her muscles clenching, and then once she started shaking I knew the orgasm was erupting on her body. This was a long one for her, with maybe a full minute of screaming and shaking until it finally subsided, and Eliza moved up to lie on top of her and kiss her.

I know my wife normally loves to relax and cuddle after an intense orgasm, but that was not for tonight. She started pulling at Eliza’s clothes, and she stepped off the bed and undressed, dropping her dress off, then quickly disposing of her own bra as Anne pulled her underwear down. Eliza was stunning, and I loved the way her tattoos flowed along the curves of her body. She laid down in the bed and Anne went to her breasts, sucking on her nipples and licking them while her hand went between her legs. Later she told me that she noticed how many times Eliza had pushed nipple play, and figured, correctly, that was her thing. Eliza’s legs fell apart, letting my wife’s fingers rub her clit, until she reached down and guided the fingers inside her. Anne took the hint and slid down, her head covering the action, but again I got to study a woman’s body as a new lover unlocked her secrets. Eliza’s orgasm came much faster, but with more violence, her body wrenching up off the bed and to the side.

They pulled together in a cuddle, stroking each other for a few minutes. Then Eliza said, “Shall we invite your husband over?” My wife nodded and I walked over to the bed, bending over to kiss Eliza, who greedily pulled face in and passionately kissed me back, her tongue diving aggressively in my mouth. In an instant, I knew suddenly what kind of intense desire my wife had been experienced for the last hour or so. I don’t even remember how my clothes got off, but I remember Eliza passing my back to Anne for a kiss before going down her body for my turn at oral. My tongue licked away at her clit, and she responded well, but where I tended to keep my fingers subtle on my wife, Eliza breathed out between moans, “fuck me with your hand.” As I moved back and forth, something hit the right spot, and she very abruptly came, as much to her own surprise as mine.

As her body broke out in a sweat, she pushed me off and onto my back, then took Anne’s hand. “I want to see you ride him.” Well, we didn’t need persuading, and my wife got on top of me. Normally we take the first bit slow as she stretches out around me, but this night, she easily slid down my length. She began rocking her hips and grinding her body against me, getting that pressure she loves. Eliza sat up next her, holding her breasts in her hands and twisting her head to kiss her as she rode. After the kiss broke, Eliza held my wife’s face in her hands, staring deep in her eyes as she fucked me, before looking down and me and leaning over to kiss me, her hand on Anne’s hip as she continued grinding. After the kiss, Eliza moved her lips to my ear. “I want you to come inside her.”

Honestly, would anyone believe me if I said it took more than ten seconds for me to grant this wish? It didn’t. While Anne loves it when I come inside her, because she can feel me pulsing and feel it happen, this time she *really* loved it, and made sure our audience knew what was happening in her body. Eliza appreciated the extra effort, and once we separated, we arranged ourselves in a stack of spoons, with Eliza between my wife and I. As things began to calm down I could hear some soft kisses, and I looked to see Eliza kissing Anne’s neck. I craned my head up to see she was playing with my wife’s breast as well. I decided to return the favor, kissing Eliza’s neck, and caressing her breast as well, which earned me an appreciative moan. As she felt my erection returning against the small of her back, her hand reached back to take it, stroking it steadily. Her head turned to kiss me, and then my wife rolled over, seeing the action unfold, and began to kiss Eliza’s other breast.

Eliza moaned into my mouth, “This is going to be a great weekend…”

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