Birthday gift from the wife [MFF] – Part 3

Edited to add Larry Update

Everyone seems interested in more of our stories and I think you will really like this one. Its a good bookend to birthday gift fiasco stories. The background is a lot shorter this time, so I am not marking the start of sexy times.

So as I alluded to in the previous story, things did not just go back to normal. There was a lot of crying and fucking and we enlisted the help of a couples therapist who specialized in infidelity and sexual issues, and my wife saw a private therapist for a little while too. After the first month, I was not longer worried that each day was going to be the day she decided she couldn’t trust me and that we would have to divorce and by the end of three months we were back to “normal”. Most of our early sessions where about trust, communication, and clear boundaries and our therapist was awesome.

I thought we communicated well about sex, but it turns out that we were both half sharing because we were worried about loosing the other. It was a big eye opener and actually became the focus of our therapy after the first few months. Our therapist had us take this big online sex survey. It basically presented a bunch of fetishes, positions, acts…ect… and you rated them on want to try, maybe want to try, already done, not sure, don’t want to try. That’s a little bit of an over-simplification, but that was the general idea. She then picked one that was on both of our lists in some capacity for us to discuss.

The first one she picked to discuss was the idea of MFF threesomes. When she mentioned it I had two thoughts. One… ‘What the hell lady, why would pick another women to talk about, I am barely out of the dog house’ and Two … ‘That’s still on my wife’s list?’ This led to a super long, multiple session discussion about it where we both talked about still thinking it would be fun, but that my wife (with good(ish)) reason was worried a lot about it. She had always worried about me liking the other girl more and post the fiasco that was amplified.

I also learned something I never knew about my wife (And spanked her for not telling me….playful of course). It turns out my wife had dated other women (not at the same as me) in both HS and college. I was gobsmacked and turned on, but one thing seemed pretty clear at the end of those sessions. While this was on both our lists, it wasn’t likely to ever happen.

Cue the time travel to 15 or so months later. We no longer attend therapy, but we are still actively working though and modifying our want to try list. Not everything has been a winner, but we have tried a lot of new things. Our work has been hectic with us both moving up the corporate ladders so we mark off on the calendar one night a week for date night, and one of those a month in new thing night, which we alternate picking. There are a lot of fun stories here, and I think that’s what I will right about next. Its my wife’s turn to pick and on the morning of I text her what she wants to try this evening. She sends back ‘Stacy’. At first I assume its a mistake, text to the wrong person or auto-correct error and so I send back ‘?’. She replies with a picture, of Stacy. Stacy is clearly someone in her morning yoga class. She looks about our age, with deep red hair. Her and my wife have similar body types with my wife maybe being a hint taller. The conversation continues

Me: “Really? Are you sure?”
Her: “Yes, I think I’m/were ready?”
Me: “Ok…great”
Her: “Try not to over think it, and I’ll try not to as well”
Me” “See you at dinner, love you ”
Her: “Love you”

At this point I was both half hard and completely terrified. Was this a test? Was she going to be watching me? What if I moaned different with Stacy and we backslid 18 months. I almost texted to try to call it off but I decided if she thought she was ready that I trusted her. It was a good call.

Two things we have found that we both really enjoy is dressing up nice, and lingerie (on her…ha ha). Even if we en up at the local Applebees, we always get dressed up nice. Most times we meet at the restaurant and don’t even see each other until then, which is a fun little thing I have come to love. I was in my classic black suit with a thin black tie, one of her favorites. They arrived together and my jam hit the floor. Jess was in my favorite black cocktail dress and Stacy was in a strapless black number that I joked later that I was going to buy for my wife. I wasn’t the only one staring at them and they were grinning by the time the arrived at the table. I got up to pull out their chairs and my wife reached back to feel that I had gotten a little hard watching them arrive. She giggle and sat down with a smirk. She loves getting me hard in public and she was very pleased with her self.

My cock brain was yelling to just forget dinner and get these women back home, but my smart brain knew that a few drinks would be helpful to everyone. An hour later we were all 3 drinks in and finished with our meals. I ordered us an Uber as fast as I could as the Stacy told me that Jess had been talking to her about this for sometime and that she was excited she had finally pulled the trigger. I felt like Bruce Wayne, a girl on each arm as we left the restaurant and hopped into the Uber. It wasn’t a big car but we still all piled into the back, squishing me in the middle. I could tell we are ready to let loose. As the driver attempted to keep his eyes on the road, my wife slide her hand down my thigh and leaned over me to start making out with Stacy. My cock twitched against her hand as the softly moaned and made out right in front of me.

Squeezing my cock tight my wife turned and kissed me. I slide my tongue into her mouth and reached over and slid my hand up her dress feeling wet lace as I reached her panties. She pulled away and moaned “Don’t forget Stacy” I nodded, head spinning a little and slide my other hand up her legs to find soft satin panties. Her lips found mine as I did my best to rub them both and I soon felt her hand join my wife’s on my bulging cock. The ride home from the restaurant should of only taken about 10 minutes but if felt like an eternity of teasing bliss. A loud cough and a cracking “We’re Here” from the driver snapped us out of the moment. Part of me wonders how long we had already been there and if the driver was just, enjoying the show. I thanked him as we slid out and he nodded.

Who knows what the neighbors thought or saw as we loudly stumbled to the front door and into the house. When we got through the front door, I offered the girls a drink and they both accepted. I disappeared into the kitchen and returned with 3 glasses, nearly dropping them. The girls had stripped out of their dresses and were standing in there lingerie. Stacy in a red satin set and Jess in a black lace pair that she knows I love because of how see-through it is. Jess smiled at me “Good your back… we didn’t want to start with out you”

She didn’t wait for a response, she just leaning in and started kissing Stacy again, their hands roaming each others bodies. I watched for a few moments before deciding I needed in. I moved behind my wife and pressed my hard cock against her kissing her neck. She moaned pulling gently back from the kiss to lean her head back and kiss me. I unsnapped her bra and she let it slide off. Soft moans began to fill the groom as she grinded back on my cock and Stacy leaning in to lick and suck on Jess’s nipples. I wanted to make Jess the star of the show and Stacy seemed quite on board with that plan. My hand slid down Jess’s panties. She was soaked. He body melted against mine as I started to rub her clit and Stacy continued to devour her nipples. He moans were accelerating and she seemed lost in the pleasure. I slid my hand from her panties as Stacy slid to her knees, peeling her panties down with her. I slide my hands around her pulling and stroking on her nipples as Stacy dove into her pussy, lapping at her clit. I whispered in her ear “I love the way you sound when you’re about to cum” He body shuddered and I pulled on her nipples, driving her over the edge as Stacy continued her expert tongue lashing. She shook for at least a full minute, pressing hard against me just to keep from falling down. Stacy stood and leaning into me, kissing me, letting me taste my wife off her lips before doing the same with her. And as hot as that sounds its so much better.

I tried to turn the attention to Stacy but my wife wasn’t having it. She ripped open my shirt sending buttons flying and peeling it off of me along with my tie (This is a favorite move of my wife, and why I wear cheaper dress shirts on date night). Stacy was behind me now, reaching around, softly cooing in my ear as she rubbed me through my pants. I was hard and throbbing, busting to get out of my slacks. My wife didn’t tease me long before sliding down and undoing my pants and pushing them down with my boxers. My cock sprung up quickly, precum dripping from the tip. Stacy started to stroke me from behind as my wife locked eyes with me and began to swirl her tongue around my cock in that special way that drives me wild. Before I knew it Stacy had released my cock and slid next to my wife. I could see the wheels turning in my wife’s head for a moment before she pushed back what ever it was. “Wanna taste” she asked Stacy in a nervous sexy voice and Stacy nodded taking my cock in. As Stacy started to take me a little deeper and deeper my wife slid behind her and slid off her bra before reaching around to pull on Stacy’s nipples. My wife knows I love it when she moans with my cock in her mouth and it felt just as good when she made Stacy moan around mine. I let them take turns as long as I could, probably only 5-10 minutes before I had to stop them or I would burst. They both smiled and giggled at their success as I suggested we move to the bedroom.

The girls bounced down the hallway quickly, while I took my time, doing my best to calm my self a little. I arrived just in time to see my wife peeling the soaked panties off Stacy’s pussy. Stacy was laying back on the bed legs spread with my wife, on her hands and knees between them. I moved quickly to join them as my wife began exploring Stacy’s pussy with her tongue. I slid next to them letting on hand start to stroked and pull on Stacy’s nipples while I leaned in to encircle the other with my tongue. Moans and grunts quickly filled the bedroom. I could tell Stacy was getting close but my wife pull me up with my hair. “Fuck me…NOW” she ordered before kissing me deep, sharing with me a taste of Stacy. Her taste was different from my wife’s, both heavenly in their own way. I moved behind my wife and wasted no time sliding inside her. She was already soaked as I thrust inside and she leaned back down, moaning into Stacy’s pussy as he tongue worked double time. Stacy started to scream out, moaning louder and louder until her hips bucked and she came hard. I slammed my cock deep in my wife and held it there as she lapped up Stacy’s dripping pussy until Stacy begged her to stop.

My wife grinned and pushed back on my cock. I started slamming into her again. Hard quick strokes that slide right across he g-spot. She started making out with Stacy as I fucked her, Stacy’s hands finding her sensitive nipples and toying with them, sending her higher faster. The room was filled with the sounds of slapping bodies and kiss muddled moans for only a few minutes before my wife exploded on my cock, gripping it tight. I slid out as she relaxed, thinking that might be the end of things, but she had other plans. “I want you to ride him” she told Stacy. Most of the time my wife is pretty submissive in the bedroom, but when she takes more control it is always dirty fun. I layed on the bed as Stacy straddled me and began to rock and bounce on my cock. Slow at first but then faster and faster. It was taking most of my concentration not to cum and my wife wasn’t making it any easier. As she reached around Stacy, rubbing her clit as best as she could as Stacy moved up and down on my cock, squeezing her pussy tight. Luckily for me, as much as I loved seeing my wife toy with the woman on my cock, the double pleasure was even better for Stacy and as I was just starting to reach the point of needing to stop. Stacy slammed down and started cumming all over, moaning, whimpering, as her legs squeezed around me tight and she came all over my cock.

I barely was able to keep my self from cumming as she slid off and my wife could tell I was ready to blow. She crawled between my knees and began to suck my cock slowly, teasingly. “mmm…don’t be cruel” I growled and she grinned speeding up and sliding to the side so Stacy could stroke and suck on my balls. I was in heaven and I held out as long as I could. I tried to shout out a warning but a nonsense grunt was all that came out as I lifted my hips and fired my first rope of hot cum deep in my wife’s mouth. She pulled off, licking her lips and grinning, stroking me and pointing me at Stacy where the next rope or two landed in her hair and across her face. Jess leaned back in taking me back in her mouth and stroking ever last drop out of me. As the high slowly decrease we collapsed into a naked pile of bodies in the bed. After 5 minutes of silence Stacy got up, slid on her panties and headed out with just a “Thanks for the fun, I’m up for more anytime”… I nodded and Jess gave her “We had a great time, see you Wednesday (next yoga session)”

And just like that it was over. We talked a lot about it the next day and it wasn’t the last time bringing other people (or Stacy) into our sex lives. Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know if you have any questions. Wife and I are loving seeing all the up votes and reading the comments, PMs are also welcome.

EDIT: I meant to add in how this all came into the forefront of my thoughts–
So Larry, who had turned his life around, got married about a year ago. He wife know the story and its something we can, mostly, laugh about now. My wife decided to team up with his wife to get a little revenge. A couple weeks ago was his birthday and they had a friend of theirs hide in their closet in big robe (clothed underneath) and sprinkled her clothes all over the house leading to the bedroom. Larry got home first and was confused, thinking it was I who was getting back at him and started to collect the clothes. His wife, who had been watching from down the street, got home two minutes later to Larry with a handful of women’s clothes and undergarments in the hall outside their bedroom. She went full tilt immediately, angerly yelling, tears (fake, but convincing) while he squirmed and tried to blame me and plead his case. She was having none of it and let it go on a for a few minute before calming down. Larry was in full panic mode now and said he would call me and I would let her know it was joke… revenge for the thing. She started to calm down and act like she believed him, which was the cue for part 2. The girl burst from the closet in their room (where the argument had moved to) and when running by them in what looked like was just a robe, yelling “I’m so sorry, we can’t do this anymore Larry” She said the look on his face was priceless. She went back into full anger mode, telling him to back a bag because he wasn’t sleeping here again, crying telling him to get out now. When he opened the front door, shell-shocked to leave. The girl (dressed), me and my wife where there with balloons and one of those confetti popper fireworks. I set it of. My wife smiled and said “Now we’re even… almost” He turned to see his wife walking up, laughing. And a bigger Fuck and a we minute of emotional recovery from him, we all went out to dinner.

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