This is the story of how my wife Charlotte and I opened our relationship kinda.
This all really started with my wife sucking my fingers. After ~10 years together I know exactly the time to start rubbing her clit to make her cum when we’re having sex. One afternoon before the kids got home from school she was riding me and I could tell she was close to orgasm, so with one hand on her hip and another grabbing a handful of breast I told her to get my fingers wet. Normally she’d spit a bit or lick them so there was enough for me to rub her clit, but this time she took two fingers all the way into her mouth, pulling on my hand and rounding her lips, using her fantastic oral skills on my fingers while I fucked her from below until we both came, hard.
This started a series of escalations and regular oral during penetration, where she clearly got off to bobbing her head on my fingers while I fucked her, in whatever position. I’m not gonna lie, I love the sensation of her lips and tongue on my hands. I’ve had her suck just my fingers while I jerk off and then let her swallow. I love the stimulation, but she also clearly had a fantasy of being the center of attention for more than just her husband.
One afternoon, with her favorite dildo mounted on the mirror, she backed herself onto it and cupped my balls while she gobbled down on my cock, loudly moaning with a throat full of penis when I turned the vibrator to high. After a series of intense orgasms she took my cock in her mouth again, then turned around and spread her ass in front of me to fuck her doggy. I started slow and rhythmic, started rubbing her clit and her asshole, but I could tell something was missing. She was on the verge, panting and desperate, and I asked her if she needed something for her mouth to do, prompting a vigorous head nod. I put my fingers through her gorgeous hair, lifter her face off the bed, and started fucking her hard with the dildo just in front of her lips.
She immediately opened her mouth and started gagging on it, putting a hand on the wall to steady herself, and I could see in the mirror her eyes rolling back as her legs shook from the most intense orgasm I’d given her in a while.
We didn’t talk about it afterwards, and she seemed a little embarrassed by it, but spitroasting became a regular event for us, with the toy coming out 1/3 of the time or so in the bedroom, and her inevitably getting fucked in both ends, either with me in her mouth or herself forcing the toy into her throat while I fucked her in whatever position. Then one day I just asked her if she’d like to do this with another person (we’ve had threesomes with women before, including a semi-regular friend for like 2 years before we had kids). She blushed, but nodded, and rode my cock like it was the first time.
Fast forward about a year. I had a work trip that sent me through the Netherlands, and I called my mother in law to see if she could come watch the kids for the weekend so Charlotte and I could spend some time together. Now, considering my ulterior motive at this point, it was pretty hot to speak casually to my mother in law, the woman who raised my wife, when the reason I wanted to bring her to the Netherlands for a long weekend was to give her a chance to try out some fun bedroom stuff we’d been doing with…an actual other man with an actual other penis. “Oh I’d love to!” my mother in law exclaimed, as I pictured her daughter on all fours, a cock at each end…
Charlotte was into the idea at first but really started to have second thoughts during a wine drunk evening browsing Amsterdam based male escorts. We’d narrowed it down to three potential candidates when her face turned red and she clammed up and started asking “do you really want to do this?” so I let the matter slide and started looking forward to just a romantic getaway with my gorgeous wife.
About a week before we were to leave, however, she brought it up. I was sitting at the edge of our bed, Charlotte was gagging on my cock and backing herself into the mirror mounted dildo that she was pulling out a few times a week now, and with a delightful blush she blurted out “so I think I’ve picked one out…” and hid her embarrassment by forcing her head deep onto my cock, her motion and the eroticism of what she had just said brought me to climax immediately, and she gagged as I came in her throat, smiling up at me and trying to swallow it all when she realized how turned on I was by the mention of our upcoming experience.
So we booked it. “Nathan” was a young guy, maybe mid twenties, built like a swimmer, tan white body, and for whatever reason the one my wife found most attractive (or least threatening?) of the choices. We made arrangements to meet, keep things mostly anonymous, and made arrangements for a three hour session on saturday evening. I was shaking when we sent the final email confirming everything, and we fucked like teenagers all week leading up to the trip. I was hard on the plane most of the way. We arrived on friday, booked our hotel, and I remember that night in the king sized bed we’d ordered looking deeply into Charlotte’s eyes and thinking “this time tomorrow there will be a whole nother adult man fucking this same pussy” and shot my load abruptly afterwards.
Saturday morning was lovely, Amsterdam is a beautiful city, but I admit we couldn’t find anything to talk about at lunch, as we didn’t want to be overheard in a cafe talking about the stunt cock we’d hired to join us in bed, and nothing else seemed very relevant. My heart was racing the whole day, and after lunch Charlotte gave me a quick blowjob which finished me off in about three minutes. The eager anxiety of the anticipation was bewildering.
At five minutes to 8, we both got a text from Nathan: “I’m in the lobby”, and we went down to meet him. We were both dressed for dinner, though we were too tense to have eaten, and walked together to the hotel lobby to a very knowing look from the concierge when Nathan handed my wife a bouquet and shook my hand to introduce himself. He asked if we wanted to get some dinner, but Charlotte grabbed him by the hand and started walking towards the stairs, calling to young man at the counter “please send up a vase?” and skipping up the steps with Nathan in tow. I followed, grinning.
Charlotte wasted no time and was making out with Nathan against the wall in the hallway, the flowers dangling in her hand as she focused on fondling him through his pants. I opened the room door just as she got a full handful, because her eyes went wide and she looked right at me, then the two of them followed me into the room. Charlotte went straight to the bathroom and Nathan and I stood a bit awkwardly and made the weirdest small talk of my entire life. A minute later, Charlotte walked back out, clad in a lacy bra, no panties, her bush trimmed and dainty above lips already glistening.
She sat back on the bed, looked at us both and said “Strip.”, which we promptly did. I was already throbbing, my respectably girthy 7 inches standing at full attention. Nathan was not hard yet, but…he was…long. Charlotte gazed at his cock with her hand on her mouth, looked up at him and asked “what am I supposed to do with THAT?” as she reached out and lifted his semi erect penis. It was enormous. Not particularly thick, and with a small head, but uncircumcised and easily ten inches. It was much longer than our toy at home, and Charlotte started to giggle uncontrollably and curled up on the bed, her nerves overwhelmed by the moment.
Nathan took the lead and had her lay out on her stomach and stood to the side, massaging her back and telling her to relax. He indicated to me to come help and I did, and we both massaged her gently from head to toe. He let his cock brush against her arm, and then as he moved down towards her legs Charlotte reached out and caressed the tip with her fingers, tugging at it as Nathan moved to work on her hips. We massaged my wife’s gorgeous yoga body for what felt like hours, my cock throbbing, until Nathan moved up towards her face, and with on hand still massaging her back he simply put himself within reach, his monster starting to pulse into erection.
Charlotte lunged out with her mouth open and swallowed about 1/3 of it on her first try, took a deep breath, and forced herself down further, choking a bit but working through the challenge of such a long dick. I simply watched, entranced, as my wife of more than a decade gagged herself down onto this stranger, her lips and tongue making wet and sloppy noises as she explored the skin of his member. He reached down to caress her ass, sliding two fingers between her legs, across her asshole, and worked them into her dripping wet pussy. It was the single most erotic moment of my life. Until a moment later when she grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him, slowly but deliberately, deeper into her throat until she choked, gagging, and tears started coming as she got juuuust past halfway down his shaft. She was struggling not to choke, but held it for a few seconds before letting him slowly withdraw, and gasped in delight.
Nathan shuddered a bit in pleasure as well, pulling back and revealing his cock glistening with my wife’s saliva. Charlotte rolled over and kicked her legs in pleasure, running her hands along both of our thighs and exploring our cocks. I licked a finger and put it on her clit, in just the spot I’ve learned after a decade in bed together, and she immediately moaned and orgasmed, grasping at both our cocks and arching her back, grinding her hips and thrusting herself up to my fingers. I fingered her to another quick orgasm, knowing ever fold of her labia and all the spots that make her squirm, leaving her panting on the bed, staring up at two thoroughly aroused men, and looking me straight in the eyes she declared “someone needs to fuck me now.”
Honestly just those words nearly brought me to climax. I went to get a glass of water and gestured to Nathan to have the first turn in her dripping pussy. I went to the toilet to wash my face and take a few deep breaths in the mirror. I was getting ready to watch a very intense fantasy of mine and the reality of what was about to happen started to overwhelm me. I walked back out to the bedroom in time to see Nathan resting between Charlotte’s legs, her hips wide to receive him, and rubbing his enormous cock across her slit, running the length of his shaft across her clit, until she was writhing under him and demanding “Fuck me, fuck me now”. I watched in awe as he deliberately sunk ten inches of meat into my wife, her hips grinding up into his, the smell of her cunt overwhelming. She pressed his chest, her eyes wide, as he went in slowly and gently, but without stopping, her breathing ragged and unsteady, letting out a whimper when he finally settled into his full depth. Charlotte stared into his eyes, unblinking, as he held the full length of his remarkable cock inside her, the first cock that wasn’t her husband’s since college.
It was mesmerizing.
Nathan and Charlotte locked eyes and she started making out with him aggressively as he finally thrust himself, pumping her steadily and bouncing both their bodies off the old hotel bed, squeakier than I would have liked. My cock was throbbing, I was stunned at what I was seeing, when suddenly, a knock at our hotel door. Charlotte turned beet red and pulled a blanket over herself at first, but calmed down a bit when Dan reassured her and reminded her that we were waiting for a vase to be sent up for the flowers. I grabbed a robe and started walking to the door, as Nathan repositioned my wife on the bed behind me. My cock still hard, I opened the door enough to see the concierge who handed me a vase. Realizing I had no cash for a tip I told him to wait a moment while I went to grab a few euro from my pocket.
When I turned around I made eye contact with Charlotte, on her hands and knees on the bed, with Nathan fucking her from behind and two fingers in her mouth, her hair tangled on her face as he thrust into her, the squelch from her soaked snatch loud enough to be heard next door. I grabbed a five from my pocket and handed it to the concierge through the slightly open door, and it was clear from his deliberate look down the hall and very red face that he too had gotten an eyeful of my gorgeous, curvy wife being pounded down by a professional, her tits swinging with every thrust.
I shut the door and rejoined my wife and our new friend. He was pounding her with steady, rhythmic thrusts, and I could see he was holding back and not penetrating her completely. Charlotte’s ass was up and bucking into him, and lost in the moment I ran my fingers through her hair, pulled her head up off the pillow, and pushed her mouth down over my throbbing cock as Nathan fucked her onto me. He took this opportunity to pick up his pace and, grabbing her by both hips, he fucked her deep and thoroughly, each thrust propelling her throat deeper around my cock, and she practically screamed as she came from overstimulation, her cries stifled by my dick in her mouth, her tongue slobbering on the spots she knew I love, and after maybe a dozen thrusts like this my wife and I climaxed simultaneously. She orgasmed for more than a minute with my cock pulsing into her thoat until I withdrew, still hard, and looked her in the eyes as my cum dripped on her chin and Nathan continued to pound her. Her smile said it all and she came again as Nathan’s skilled fingers found her clit without losing his thrusting rhythm.
I was spent, for the moment, and just sat and watched with a glass of wine as Nathan took my dick drunk wife through a series of positions, most of which we’d tried, but several of which I made note of to work into our lives later.
The emotional impact of this is hard to describe. I was in a state of sexual ecstasy, but I was also watching the mother of my children getting fucked by another man and the primal jealousy that induced fought with my orgasm dopamine as I sat in turmoil, my cock still tingling and throbbing. I was still mostly erect but I had the proverbial “post nut clarity” and the reality of the sight, the sounds, the smells, of my life partner fucking another man was a very intense moment, and part of me wished we’d never started down this path.
But then Charlotte pushed Nathan back, had him lay on his back on the bed, and beckoned to me to come back to the bed while she positioned her swollen pussy above his dick, standing stiff and glistening with her juices. She pulled my hand and brought me towards her face and took my cock in her mouth at the same moment she lowered herself onto his, shuddering in pleasure. She held herself above him and focused on bringing my erection back to full strength while he held her hips and fucked her, his full length now sliding in and out of her easily.
I was fully hard again in a few seconds, but I could tell Charlotte wanted to placate me so I pinched her nipples and pulled her hair slightly while she gobbled me down and took Nathan’s shaft at once. She pulled her head back, looked at me, and said “grab some lube?”, which in our bedroom is slang for “want to do some anal?”
Despite the fact that it was less than a half hour since my last orgasm, I was edging already towards the next one. I grabbed the lube and Charlotte leaned forward to make out with Nathan, which was honestly as hot as anything I’d seen them do so far. She tilted her body forward to let him slide out, then eased herself back down, moaning with delight as his enormous cock found places inside her that my cock can’t reach. I let them enjoy each other for a minute, putting some lube on my fingers, and then gently started working my wife’s ass and fingering her in prep for her first double penetration.
It was, in the moment, underwhelming. She said later that she didn’t feel as full with both of us as she anticipated, and maybe we should have done more foreplay or maybe it was Nathan’s size, but after a very brief interlude Charlotte finally said “Nope!” and pushed her body forward, letting both our cocks slide out of her as she half collapsed onto Nathan’s chest. She backed up into me, wiggling her ass and I got above her and penetrated her ass again, my balls slapping against her swollen and spread out lips. Her pussy looked like it had been, well, stretched out by a much bigger cock than it was used to. Her lips were dripping, and I reached down to finger her while I fucked her in her ass. She placed a hand on either side of Nathan and I watched her bob her head up and down in time with my strokes as Nathan held her hair back and smiled, clearly enjoying himself as my wife sucked her own juices off his long cock. She pulled her head up and I heard her ask him “How do you want to cum?” to which he shrugged and asked “How would you like, this is your special night?” and my wife looked back at me before saying “I want you to fuck me hard and then come on me, you pick where.” and I nearly came again just realizing how slutty my incredible partner could really be.
Nathan got up on his knees and grabbed her hair to start fucking her face, hard enough that she was backing onto me, still deep in her ass, as she gagged and tried to get away. I held her hips and rubbed her clit with wet fingers and the roughness pushed her over into another orgasm. I pulled out and stepped away to rinse my dick off for whatever happened next. Nathan flipped Charlotte onto her back and started pounding her, as she moaned and bit a pillow to stop from screaming and waking the rest of the hotel. I watched as he sped up and drilled his entire ten inches into her with the rabbit like movements of an athletic twenty something, then pull himself out and hover above her as he jerked himself onto her face and tits, spurting a half dozen thick ropes across her mouth, nose, and one eye, and dripping across her nipples.
Charlotte could hardly move, said nothing, and just stared wide eyed at Nathan as I got between her legs and mimicked his last two minutes, fucking her hard and fast until I felt my orgasm building again, then pulling out in time to add another blast of cum to my wife’s face and torso.
This time I was not overcome with jealousy, just satisfaction at the scene, Charlotte enchanted by her hour long series of orgasms and Nathan toweling off some sweat. I opened a bottle of wine and we all sat, nude or in towels, talking about the session. I had little to say, but Charlotte kept asking Nathan exactly how he’d been holding her hips at a certain moment, and I paid attention to what she mentioned so as to repeat it later on. I admit I learned a bit watching this younger man fuck my woman, there were some things I’d simply never thought of.
Nathan checked the clock and said “You guys still have me for another hour and a bit, we can hang out, or go have a drink, or I can just leave you two to enjoy the rest of your evening together?” My wife and I looked at each other but before I could say anything she replied “Can we all take a shower together?” and so we grabbed our wine and moved the party to the large open shower in the bathroom and took turns rinsing, but mostly watching Charlotte wash the cum off of herself. She looked incredibly proud.
It took I would estimate less than two minutes in the shower before she was on her knees getting Nathan hard again, and not neglecting me either. We took turns rinsing as she took turns sucking us each, her eagerness like a much younger woman discovering sex. While I was enjoying her mouth Nathan explored her vagina with his fingers until she said “I’m sorry, I think I’m too sore to do this again tonight” but then a heartbeat later grabbed his hand and said “ok, just try” before bending forward, holding me for support, and presenting her pussy to our hired guest.
Nathan eased himself in gently this time and fucked her smoothly and consistently for a few minutes until he was clearly close, so Charlotte reached back and grabbed his hip, pulling him into her as he shot his cum deep into her. He held himself deep and she shuddered as he withdrew slowly, his enormous member flopping down as it finally left my wife’s pussy, raw and open and dripping with cum.
Red and panting, Charlotte got under the water again before we all got out, toweled off, and went back to the bedroom. Charlotte lay nude on the bed with a towel around her hair as Nathan got dressed and I poured us all another glass of wine. We chatted for a few minutes, got the most awkward restaurant recommendation of my life, and then Nathan thanked us for a lovely evening and left with an envelope and a generous tip Charlotte slipped in on top.
We’ve had a few other encounters since this, it was a reasonably low risk way to open up our marriage, in retrospect, since there weren’t any feelings to worry about and the distance and, well, professionalism of our third made it easy to treat him like an addition, rather than a friend we had to live with after. I think we fucked twice again before falling asleep that night, and the stimulus to our sex lives lasted months.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/siyf1a/hiring_a_third