An Out-of-the Blue Threesome Fuck!
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KathHal

An "Out-of-the-Blue" Fuck

Well, surprise, surprise!!! For one of the rare times in our marriage, Hal and I enjoyed a two-male/one-gal threesome over an early October weekend -- and guess who was the lucky gal, treated to repeated fucks by guys who seemingly had cocks made of cast iron! Whew! My pussy still tingles, and I have trouble keeping my hands out of my panties.

Given that our usual sex play is with couples (and me on occasion with a woman) a bit of background is required. Years ago, when Hal was doing his army service, he was good pals with a guy named Dave when they were both stationed in West Germany. Being that they were horny young men, they enjoyed horny young women, and they did the occasional "date swap" just for the hell of it. Hal wrote about some of these foursome experiences involving Dave in some of the very first postings we made on this board. You might wish to scroll down and read one or two of them

Dave chose to make a career of the military, so he and Hal went separate ways after Germany. I met him only once, several years ago, when he was through Washington briefly. I found him very attractive, but the woman to whom he was married at the time (she is now an "ex") was a card-carrying bitch, and neither Hal nor I cared to be around her again. In any event, Dave's assignments kept him out of the US much of the time, and I don't think either he nor Hal made any serious attempt to stay in touch.

In any event, the first week in October, out of the blue, Dave called Hal and told him he was going to be in the DC area for a conference at the Pentagon. Would he care to have lunch at the Ofificers Club out at Fort Myers? Dave was now single (no surprise) but he was "involved" with a woman who was also career military. (Marge, I shall call her).When Hal told me that Dave was going to be in town until the middle of the next week, I suggested that he invite him out for dinner on Saturday. Then Hal surprised me. Would I mind if I told Dave about our "sexual sharing" lifestyle? If he and his new lady were talking possible marriage, perhaps he should sound her out in advance. "Sharing certainly has worked well for us, sugar," Hal said. "Dave was a good pal. Perhaps he'd like to have a marriage with the same agreement." I told him, I told him. "Oh, go ahead, tell him everything. You obviously trust him."

I will say at this point, with my hand planted firmly on any Bible that you choose, that the thought of having sex with Dave never crossed my mind. Sure, I had heard of the foursome escapades that he Hal enjoyed with women when they were younger, and I got a kick out of reading about Hal's foursomes involving Dave as the second guy. (As I suggested, read the early posts.) But the one time I met him in person, I was so turned off by his awful -- and I mean capital-letters AWFUL -- wife that the thought of bedding him never flickered across my mind. At that point, anyway.

In any event, he came out late afternoon on Saturday, and I felt an immediate rapport with him. He is right at six feet tall, and lean and muscular (he wore a short-sleeved shirt, and I could see the strength of his arms). Closely cropped black hair, with a touch of gray here and here, greenish eyes, and the smile of a man who feels good about himself.

Dave, too, is a rum-drinker, and we sat out on the patio, enjoying one of the last warm days I think that DC will have this season, and the talk came easy. After the first drink I offered to serve dinner -- a Kath cold seafood special -- but the guys said they'd just as soon have some more rum and talk.

Fine with me. I was sitting on a long chaise lounge alongside Hal, with Dave in a chair across from us. It was interesting to hear about the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan from someone who had actually been there -- six tours, in less than nine years -- and out doing what sounded rather hazardous. (Dave did not "brag," He simply told the basics of some operations and left it to Hal and me to fill in the blanks.)

After three rums, I was felling rather mellow. I stretched out my legs in front of me -- knowing that Dave was checked them out -- and put my hands behind my head, knowing that my boobs would rise up and look pretty.

"Tell us a little about Marge," Hal said. "You thinking of marrying this lady?"

"We have talked about it," Dave said, "but as long as I was running all over the world, it wouldn't be fair to her. But the reason I was at the Pentagon this week was to talk over a new assignment that would keep me indoors. So, maybe somewhere down the line...."

Dave paused. "I have thought quite a bit about what you told me over lunch, Hal." He looked over at me, as if deciding whether to continue. I picked up on his unease. "Go ahead, Dave, what did you think about what we do? Were you shocked out of you mind?" I smiled.

Dave shook his head. "No way," he said, "I think the two of you found a format that works. And you certainly look happy." He hesitated. "Without going into any details, I did tell Marge on the phone that I had lunched with an old friend who seemed to have found the route to a happy marriage. She was curious, but I got off the subject."

Hal chimed in: "How do you think Marge might react? I mean, no offense intended, but your first wife seemed to be the ultimate tight-ass, and I cannot imagine her even thinking about sharing. Might Miss Marge be a littler looser?"

"God but I hope so," Dave said. "In fact, she's just the opposite." He proceeded to tell us about a trip they made last winter to St. Bart's, neither of them realizing that most of beaches were topless -- and some even bottomless as well. "She took right to it," Dave said. "She has a pretty good body, and she didn't mind letting folks get a good look at it." He laughed. "And running around naked in public certainly made her a horny girl when we got back to the cabana."

"I know what you mean," Hal said. "Kath here fucks me silly after we go to a free beach....OK, sugar, don't get mad, I am just telling the truth!" Hal gestured at the pool. "I am glad that she is OK with that sort of thing. When y'all come here next spring -- hint hint -- perhaps we could all enjoy a nice skinny dip right here in our own yard."

"Sounds good to me!" Dave said. "Let's put that on the futures list, OK?"

At this point, I began to feel a bit rum-frisky. I asked Hal for a refill -- #3! -- and when he delivered to all of us, I decided to push the envelope a little. "Dave," I said, "let me speak candidly. Going to a nude beach is one thing. We have lots of friends who do that. But believe me, that is a long way from sexual-sharing. So, tell me, how would you feel about Marge having sex with another guy while you were present? That is a fantasy that many men have, I l have learned over the years, but when it comes to the real thing -- seeing their wife writhing around on the bed while another man fucks her -- that freaks out some men. How do you think you would react?"

Dave took a long sip from his drink. "Sitting here right now, just talking about it, I think I would be OK. Hal says he told you about the girls we played around with in Germany, right?" I nodded. "I felt OK when we changed partners, and I saw Hal screwing the woman I had brought along. But hell, Kath, that was not a girl I had any intention of marrying. She was just...."

He hesitated. I laughed. "She was just a convenient piece of tail?" I said archly.

Dave laughed. "Well, you could say that...These were what Erica Jong used to call 'zipless fucks.'."

I could not resist. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I had one or two of those kind of fucks when I was single, before I met Mr. Right here!"

"Let me make you an offer, Dave -- and I get the idea that Kath will go along with me on this," Hal said. "When you get back to Fort Bragg next week, sound out Mage on the idea of sharing. And,l if she is curious enough to give it a try, pick a weekend and come on up and let's see what happens. That Ok with you, Kath? And, if I say so, we have met a few first-timers over the years, and most of the experiences turned out well."

Darned right it was OK to suggest a foursome with Marge. Even talking about sex in this context was making me restless, and I could feel that special tingle and dampening in my pussy. "Oh, I don't know if Dave has any interest in bedding an old dame like me! I am sure that younger and much more pretty girls are just lined up for him!"

"Don't talk like that, Kath," Dave protested. "I think you are a very pretty woman, and I would love to have the chance to....He stopped.

"You'd love to have the chance to fuck me? Is that what you were going to say, Dave?" I gave him my best little wicked-girl smile and winked.

My candor took him somewhat aback, and Dave looked over at Hal, seemingly unsure as to whether he should say what was obviously on his mind. He settled on a nod and a faintly-spoken "yes."

Now, since our marriage, our firm rule has been that our shared fucking is always done with couples -- I don't screw single guys, Hal doesn't screw single women. [My bi play with women is another matter.] But I began t get the strong feeling that Hal was ready to bend the rule and let his friend have a shot at me. I decided to help move matters along.

"I've gave one dinner-related thing I need to do along about now," I said. "I know you are not ready to eat yet, but give me about two or three minutes inside, and then we can talk some more...." I stopped at the bar and put another glug of rum in my glass. As I turned Hal caught my eye,l and his expression asked a question. I winked and smiled and nodded my head, "YES!" I was ready to fuck Dave. I wanted to fuck Dave. Hal wanted me to fuck Dave. So I was going to fuck Dave!

I piddled around the kitchen a minute or so, wondering what Hal was doing to facilitate my imminent fuck. Ha! I had an idea as to how to move things along. I hurriedly slipped out of my sweater, unsnapped my bra, and tossed it aside. Should I go back outside topless? Nope, a bit too much. So I have my bare boobs a nice fondle -- oh, Kath, but your nips are right out there! -- and put the sweater back on,. Game time, Kath, get back outside!

I was not surprised that Dave had moved over to the chaise lounge, sitting so that there was space for me between him and Hal. I moved as if I was to take Dave's chair. Hal stopped me. "There's room for you here, sugar, come sit with me and Dave." I could tell that my taut nipples were trying to poke holes through my soft cashmere sweater, and the way the guys looked at me -- hungry looks -- told me that they were enjoying what they saw.

I settled down and rubbed against Hal and said, "It's too bad that Marge isn't here, but what the hey, you two boys will have to make do with me I guess...." I put an arm around my husband's shoulder and pulled him so that my breast pressed against his arm. He tilted my head back and kissed my lips, and his hand went under my sweater and cupped my breast.

Dave sat motionless, obviously unsure as to what he should -- or could do at this point. By how Hal had hoisted my sweater high enough to expose a good amount of my midriff -- and sure enough, he gave the final push that exposed my other breast.

"Hey, lookee, Dave, there is one of these for each of us. I will keep this one, you take the one on your side....."

Dave did not hesitate. His hand went to my right breast, and he cupped it and squeezed gently. "Kath, you are a well-stacked lady," he said. "This is a superb breast!"

I ran my hand under it and pushed it upward. "It's dying for a kiss," I said. "Make it happy?"

Dave's lips closed around my nipple, and his tongue probed at it. Then he began licking the under side of my boob, "That feels really good, Dave," I said. "Bite my nipple with your lips, real gentle....." He did, and I gasped my delight. Hal, meanwhile, had shoved his face down to give mouth attention to my right breast. After a moment, he said, "Hey, 10-second time out!"

Dave, curious, pulled away and watched Hal as he stripped off my sweater. There! Bare-boobed now, and happy about it! I put my hands behind my neck and arched my body so that both breasts stood firmly tall. Dave smiled and put his face between my boobs and pressed them against his cheeks. I moaned approval.

Now Hal was under my skirt, his hand all the way up to my V, rubbing my pussy through my damp panties, shoving the skirt high above my knees so that Dave could see what he was doing.

Dave needed no coaching. He slipped off the chaise and kneeled before me, hands going up to the elastic band of my panties. Hal moved his hand aside so that Dave could pull them down -- sliding the fabric down my thighs, past my knees and then away! I spread my legs as wide as I could so that Dave could have an eyes-own view of my naked pussy.

He did just what I wanted: his mouth went to my groin, and I felt his tongue dancing over my swollen clittie. Hal pulled me over for a mouth-grinding kiss, and our tongues played one against the other.

Dave fingered my pussy as his mouth continued working on me. Oh, my my, this man is good at oral sex! By now I was gasping and moaning, popping through mini-orgasms one after the other. With one hand I managed to unzip Hal's slacks and free his turgid cock.

"Sit up again, Dave," Hal said. "Kath wants to do something for you....Go ahead, honey, take out his prick also. I want to see you stroking Dave's dick while you do the same with me....." I did, happy to discover that Dave's penis was almost exactly the same size as my husband's. So hot in my hand, so hard, both of them. I stroked away.

Hal rubbed my cheek. "Dave," he said, "what say we take this wild woman up to the bedroom and fuck her? I think that's what she wants now. Is that right, Kath, do you want Dave and me to fuck you?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Well, ask him."

"Dave, would you go upstairs with me and fuck me? I want to fuck you, Dave...."

"Tell him how you want him to do it."

"Dave, I want you to take that nice hard dick and put it in my pussy. Would you please do that?"

As we got up, I undid the hasp of my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Stark naked, I took an offered hand from each man, and away we went. The guys' clothes flew when we reached the bedroom. And oh, but what two gorgeous and fit bodies were naked before me! Even Dave commented, "Hal, buddy, it looks like you've been taking care of yourself.! I don't think you have gained a pound since Germany."

` Hal laughed. "Fucking Kath keeps me fit," he said. "You go first -- lose a pound or two! On your knees, Kath, let our friend take you from the rear."

I did, and as Dave moved up behind me, I glanced back and saw Hal taking his prick in his hand and aiming it at my pussy. "This is my way of saying, 'come on, friend, fuck my wife.' I am helping you get inside her pussy!"

With that, he shoved Dave's penis up inside me, and then moved around the bed and climbed in, his back against the headboard, his cock pointing up at me. I leaned down and kissed his crown and ran my tongue up and down his shaft and then let it slide through my lips into my mouth and began sucking.

Dave fucked me hard, with driving thrusts so powerful that I had to brace myself so that I would not be pushed into Hal. I started cumming almost immediately, my body bucking wildly, my breath coming in fast gasps, my entire body alive with the pure joy of sex.

The start of a great sex-drenched weekend! More later, if anyone would care to read the continuation. Comments invited.

Kath