My husband was concerned to tell his sexual desires for fear I wouldn’t understand, but it turns out he’s been underestimating me for years. After telling me he was bi and about a fantasy he had, I made it my mission to make it happen.
After a few weeks of searching for our third, what was first his, now our, fantasy was going to come true. We were both nervously excited and had a couple cocktails before our guest, Alex, arrived. Then, we heard a knock at the door. My husband answered the door, while I stayed back. There stood Alex. He’s a little shorter than my husband but had a similar body type, about 6ft and 170lbs. My husband is 6ft 3 and 180lbs. I’m a short, curvaceous Latina; 5ft 2, D-cup breasts and a big, round ass. We’re all in our early 30s. Anyway, the guys greeted one another and sat down at the kitchen table before I joined them. We offered Alex a drink and engaged in some small chit-chat. The nervous energy in the room was strong, as this was a first for all of us. After an awkward moment of silence, I blurted out “let’s just go to the bedroom.” Both quickly stood up in unison and I led the way, which was only the start of me directing the night.