Across the room, in black dress pants and a red button down shirt, Mark thought they'd never stopped talking about it. All morning, he waited for his wife of 15 years to pull the plug on the whole thing; when they got the text from Brian that he was headed to the airport, when he was going through security, when he was boarding the plane, and when he said he'd found a cab. Was she really, actually, truly going to go through with it?
They'd talked about it so many times. Dozens of times, maybe even more. It all started innocently enough, sitting out on their patio on a warm spring evening. Maybe she was just feeling a little saucy, as spring rolled in and the world bloomed anew, but Stacie had been the one to ask Mark if there was anything he wanted to try. Things had been stale, to say the least, for a while, and she'd started to worry a little. She was more than a bottle of win in, when she asked, and Mark, God love him, kind of stammered around for a while. They could get a new toy, but they'd done that plenty of times. Maybe a romantic getaway? Finally, he blurted out "we could always try a threesome."
Stacie thought he was kidding, but something about the way he said it indicated otherwise. It was the way he was staring into the bottom of his glass, and then looking up at her out of the corner of his eye. She could tell he was testing her, gauging her response. Mostly just to play along, Stacie shrugged and said "sure." She was trying to be the "cool wife," the same way she'd once been the "cool girlfriend" swilling beer with the boys and up for anything. It felt like a million years ago, now.
That night, Mark had practically attacked her in bed. It was the first time she'd felt good and satisfied in ages. As she showered the next morning, she wondered if they found something. An easy fantasy to give them a little forward motion.
A few weeks later, Mark brought it up again. Stacie was surprised; she hadn't thought he was serious, but Mark couldn't stop thinking about the twitch he felt in his pants the instant he thought about them sharing someone else. He wasn't exactly determined to make it happen, but he found himself watching threesome porn, and turned on like he hadn't been in years.
They were lying in bed, Stacie propped up with a pillow and reading, when Mark, seemingly out of nowhere, asked if she'd thought about it anymore.
Stacie closed her book and set it in her lap. She hadn't really. They'd kind of role-played the idea the previous weekend, but only for a second. He was showing real interest again, though, and she didn't want to let that go, so she replied "yeah, I guess. If we could sort out the rules." It was only a white lie, she told herself.
"Rules?" Mark asked, intrigued.
Stacie ran her hands through her long, dark hair, and thought for a second. What WOULD it take for her to agree to a threesome? "Well," she started, still forming her first thoughts, "there would need to be rules, right? A definition of what each of us is comfortable with. Stuff like that."
"Rules," Mark muttered to himself, rolling back onto his back. "Right. Yeah, definitely. Rules."
A day or two later, over coffee, after the kids had left on the bus, Mark said, again out of nowhere, "So, rules. Like, who is comfortable with doing what to whom. Stuff like that?"
"Yeah, just like that," Stacie replied, half-distracted, and thinking about catching her flight for a big out-of-town business meeting later that day. It wasn't until later that night, after she'd had a few drinks with work colleagues and was settled into her room, alone, that she thought back to the fact he was clearly thinking about it, and working through some set of details in his head. She had to admit, she found it pretty hot, and masturbated for the first time in she-couldn't-remember-how-long as she readied for bed, telling herself it was her husband's interest that was turning her on.
Mark was thinking about it all the time, and that same night was staring into his computer screen after the kids were in bed, watching some actress pretending to be someone's wife, going down on another woman while her husband barreled away at her from behind. When the video ended, another started, this time a woman with two men. His heart skipped a beat, just a little. He'd never considered a threesome with another guy. What if she was willing to try one, but only if it were with another man? Would he be okay with it? Could he stomach the sight? He had to admit he'd become low-key obsessed with the idea the past few weeks, and resolved that if there was a chance she'd try it, but it required another guy, he'd go for it. Those rules suddenly felt more important.
Friday night, Stacie returned home, and they sat back out on the patio again, sharing a bottle of wine and debriefing their week. The idle office recap and chit-chat turned, when Mark leaned over and asked "So, those rules?"
Stacie, feeling a little excited he was continuing to show so much interest, smiled in response. "Yes. What about those rules?"
"Which, you know, kind would you want to do?" Mark asked, clearly nervous.
Stacie couldn't believe she was sitting on her patio, negotiating a threesome with her husband, but it was just a fantasy, right? "What do you mean, what kind?" A little buzzed, she thought it would be fun to tease him along a little.
"Like, you know, which kind. You know. A guy, a girl, what?"
Stacie sipped her wine and considered her answer. She'd always assumed he was only interested in a girl, but one of the reasons she didn't think she'd ever go for it was for fear of him running of with some imagined "her." If it were a guy, though, then there was no danger, right? Plus, if he was actually serious about this, saying she'd only do it with another man might cool his jets entirely.
Setting her glass down, she looked him directly in the eye. "I'm not interested in girls, and you have me, so a guy, I think." She watched him closely, and he didn't seem to react. The conversation turned elsewhere, but once again, after, she couldn't help but notice renewed enthusiasm in the bedroom that night. As much as she wasn't sure she was actually interested, all this talk had definitely spiced things up.
Mark spent the next night in front of a screen again, specifically searching for male-male-female porn, watching each scene and wondering what he'd be ok with. He could handle a man going down on her, he thought, and the guy has to get SOMETHING out of it, so at least a hand job. Would he be okay with her giving another man a blowjob? Sex? He surprised himself, in that he couldn't answer for certain.
The next morning, over eggs, as the kids played in the yard, Mark said "Rules. I think we'd need a way to stop things. To know when one of us has gotten uncomfortable."
Stacie smiled at him from the kitchen. Was he actually serious? "Yes, definitely. Like a code word, or something."
Mark couldn't believe she was entertaining the idea. Was she really? "Right, he said. I think it would be better to have fewer rules going in, but to be able to slow things down in the moment. Who knows how we'd react at the time, right?"
Stacie let the conversation drop, but she had to admit he was right.
The topic didn't come back up for weeks, with both of them traveling and the kids schedules being crazy. Mark had been thinking about it every day, but he didn't know how else to keep talking about it other than asking if she really wanted to do it. Stacie found herself surprisingly frustrated, as things cooled back down in the bedroom. Maybe they'd played their little fantasy out.
She thought about buying a new toy, and asking him to use it on her, to pretend, but instead, she decided to ask the next question.
"What kind of person, do you think?" Stacie asked.
Mark sat up in his chair. They'd been watching TV after the kids were in bed, and he honestly hadn't thought about it, but the fact she was asking had to mean she was serious, right?
"I don't know." he replied. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Stacie started, curled up on the couch with her feet under her, a throw blanket over her lap. "Like, a stranger, or someone we know. I think we'd want someone who we trust, right?"
"Yeah," Mark replied, his head swimming a little at the thought she was actually working through details. "But not someone around much. It could be awkward."
"Definitely," Stacie replied, sliding her feet out and moving over to sit on the arm of the chair Mark was in. "And, here, or maybe on vacation or something."
"Hard to find someone we trust on vacation, I'd think," Mark responded. "If the kids were gone, here would probably be best, where we all feel most comfortable."
Stacie slid down of the arm of the chair, and onto her knees between Mark's legs. Sliding her hands up his pant legs, she said, "So, like right here, in our living room?"
"Yes," Mark whispered, as his wife unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock.
Stacie was actually turned on by the idea, she had to admit, so she knelt there, blowing her husband in their living room. She didn't typically care for giving him head, but she couldn't help but let her mind drift to what it would be like to have someone in her mouth, and someone else in her from behind. She was so distracted, so turned on, she let Mark finish in her mouth. She hadn't done that since they were dating.
The following Saturday, they attended a friend's birthday while the kids were at her parents. When they got home, she undressed and slipped into bed, trying to decide how to turn their ongoing conversation into a real roleplaying exercise. Mark came out of the bathroom with his phone in hand, and she could see in his sweatpants that he was already half-hard.
"So, I've been thinking about it," Mark started, clearly a little nervous. "
"Yes," Stacie encouraged him, snuggling in to him.
"About who, more specifically."
"Oh really?" Stacie asked, slightly surprised. She hadn't pictured them imaging a real person.
"What about Brian?" Mark asked.
Stacie furrowed her brow. "Brian..." she trailed off, trying to figure out who the hell Brian was.
"You remember, my sophomore year roommate."
Stacie's eyes went wide. "Brian! My God, I hadn't thought about him in years."
"We talk from time-to-time. He's out east, and his wife just left him. I think he's pretty broken up over it."
Stacie tried to remember what he looked like, or what he would look like 20 years later. She always thought he was kind of cute, and she hated his wife the one time they met. He was always so kind, sweet even. Stacie knew, at the time, he'd get chewed up by some bitch, and what do you know, she was right. She could definitely use him as an image in her mind, she reasoned, snuggling in tighter to Mark and starting to run him through his pants.
Kissing his chest, Stacie looked up at her husband with her best "fuck me" eyes, and whispered "Do you want to share me with Brian?" It was all the prompting Mark needed, and he pounced on her. They role-played the whole thing, almost all night long.
Ten days later, Mark came downstairs for breakfast with a spring in his step. Kissing the kids on their heads, he looked at Stacie and smiled. "I just got off the phone with Mom. She's going to take the kids next weekend."
"Great!" Stacie replied, happy to think about a free weekend. "I don't remember, do we have something going on?"
"No, I mean, yes. Kind of." Mark stuttered.
Stacie made a face at him. "Are you up to something."
Mark walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist. Whispering in her ear, he said "Yes. Brian is coming to visit. He's needs to get away, and he's booking his flight as we speak."
Stacie spun and pushed her husband away. "Brian?!?! Are you...are you serious?"
Mark gave her a wicked raise of the eyebrows. He'd called Brian a couple nights earlier, and told him everything. He was surprised that Brian had jumped at the chance. He'd been so lonely the past few months, and figured that even if she checked out, it would be a chance to get away and unwind.
"Mark, babe, I mean..." Stacie started, as the kids started to make noise.
She'd intended to talk about it more, later, but throughout the day, she found herself horny like she hadn't been since she was a teenager. Could she actually go through with it? By evening, she was so desperate for something between her legs, she'd totally given up on scolding Mark out of it. At a minimum, she figured, they could role play with Brian in the next room. That would be fun, right?
The next ten days flew past, and Stacie was horny all the damn time. It was like she couldn't control herself, and found herself actually planning for a threesome. She'd picked out an outfit - nothing too spicy but that accentuated her figure - and went to get a fresh wax. As she shaved her legs in the shower the morning Brian was to arrive, she couldn't help but grab the shower head and pleasure herself. As the water pulsated against her clit, she realized she was actually, definitely going to give it a try. She could always make it stop, but she couldn't stop thinking about what it could, would, be like.
Brian arrived and Stacie couldn't hep but notice he'd really grown into himself. He'd been a slightly awkward college kid, but he was a nice looking man now. He was still sweet, at that, and she found herself instantly comfortable with him.
Mark was so excited he thought he was going to nut in his pants. He knew Brian wouldn't cross any lines, and when they communicated their "safe" words - "banana" to back up a step, "Spain" to stop everything in it tracks, he didn't flinch. Mark still couldn't decide how far he'd be willing to let things go, but he was sure he'd know when it was time.
They decided to get dinner out, and Stacie felt kind of sexy, sitting between two men she was at least going to try and share herself with, but the extra bottle of wine still felt necessary.
Once they returned home, they poured more glasses and moved out to the patio. The boys were having fun catching up, and Stacie and Mark both wondered if they'd have the ball to go through with it. Mark decided it was going to be too awkward to happen on its own, so he decided to just take the plunge.
"Well," he started, his voice cracking slightly. "Should we, you know, head upstairs."
Stacie's heart skipped a beat. It was put-up or shut-up time, she told herself. While her first instinct was to bolt, to call the whole thing off, she could feel the dampness between her legs. She knew her mind was saying one thing, but her body was saying something totally different. It wouldn't be the last time.
"Yes." Stacie said, trying to feign confidence. "I think we should."
"So..." Brian started, obviously nervous, "where, I mean, I just left my bag in the living room when I came in. Am I riding the couch, or do you have a spare..."
Stacie rose as he was speaking, and walking over to him with all the pretend confidence she could muster, she cut him off. "I think you're just coming with us." She cast a look over her shoulder at her husband, and she could see uncontrolled lust in his eyes. This was what he wanted, and taking the last drink of her wine, she resolved to give it to him.
They walked up the stairs, an awkward group of silence, and entered their bedroom. Brian disappeared into the master bath, as Brian stood awkwardly. Stacie moved and stood at the bottom of the bed. She remembered back to college, and how awful with women both these men were, so she figured she'd have to take the lead.
Then she felt familiar hands on her hips, her husband brushing her hair away from behind her, as he started kissing her neck. It felt so good, and Mark reasoned it was best to just close his eyes and get this started. For the first time, he was actually nervous, and kind of hoped Brian might just sit and watch.
Stacie closed her eyes and enjoyed her husband's lips on her neck, her favorite place to be kissed. Opening them, she looked at Brian, standing awkwardly by the door, and smiled at him. Reaching out with one arm, she beckoned him. Brian slipped off his shoes, but was still taller than both of them, and walked over until he was about a foot away. Stacie reached up, and placing a hand on the back of his head, drew him in to a kiss. It was the first man, other than Mark, she'd kissed in twenty years, but Brian's lips felt nice on hers.
Mark tried to run his hands up his wife's side, but ran into Brian. Stopping his kissing, he saw his wife kissing Brian. It started soft, as just a peck, but soon their tongues were intertwined. He felt his wife wiggle under his hands, and knew she was getting turned on. This was actually happening, and he couldn't believe it. Brushing her hair aside again, he started kissing her neck anew, and Stacie let out a soft moan. It felt so nice, she thought, between these men.
She knew she had to make Mark feel like this was mostly about him, though, so she broke her kiss with Brian and turned between them to make out with her husband. She could feel his bulge through his pants, and hoped he'd last once the act started. Behind her, she felt Brian running his hands down her back, and then gently cupping her ass through the thin fabric. It felt so nice to have another set of hands on her, as he gently rubbed her behind.
Pushing Mark back, Stacie pulled her dress over her head. She'd picked out matching white panties and bra, lacy in just the right away to leave a little to the imagination. She motioned for both of them to sit back on the bed, and first knelt between Mark's legs. She thought back to that night in the living room, and there it was actually happening. Unbuttoning his pants, Stacie started to suck Mark's cock. She fumbled clumsily in Brian's lap, finally finding him and rubbing him through his pants. Brian pushed her hand away, and a moment later, she had her hand wrapped around him.
Mark felt so hard, he thought he was going to cum immediately. The sight of his wife's head, buried in his lap, with her thin fingers wrapped around another man was so erotic, he had to push her away before it was too late. Stacie didn't miss a beat, and shuffled over to between Brian's legs. His cock was a little bigger, and a lot thicker, than Mark's she thought. For the first time, she wondered if she might let him inside her, and how different it could feel.
Mark's cock twitched involuntarily as his wife wrapped her lips around Brian. Mark almost called out the first safe word, but it really was hot, and he thought that Brian should get his fair share of fun, too. As she blew him, Brian reached down and unfastened her bra, her big breasts shaking free. As Brian unbuttoned his own shirt, Mark felt oddly challenged.
Rising to his feet, Mark moved behind his wife. Her ass looked incredible in these panties, but he had no time for that. Pulling them aside, he slipped the tip of his cock into her. Stacie growled into Brian's lap, as she felt herself take two men for the first time. Mark couldn't remember her ever being this wet and wide open, and he slowly slid in and out of her from behind.
Stacie felt like her insides were going to explode. She bobbed her head up and down on Brian, as he grabbed her hair and guided her. Mark felt so good behind her, stroking himself in and out, and before she knew what was happening, she felt her body ignite into an orgasm. She felt like she never had before, her body all desire and need.
Letting Brian go, she pulled herself from Mark and stood up. Walking around the side of the bed, she laid back along the side and exposed herself to them both. Mark slid up onto the bed, and offered himself to her mouth. Stacie loved, more than ever before, the feel of her husband in her mouth. Then she felt Brian's hands between her legs, his tongue softly flicking her clit. Letting Mark go for a moment, she screamed out in ecstasy. Brian was incredible, and the way he worked his mouth on her made her even wetter.
Mark stroked her hair as her face twisted. "Does it feel good to have his mouth on you, baby?" he asked.
"Oh fuck yes" she moaned back, pushing her hips down into Brian's face. When she felt his finger on her opening, she exploded into another orgasm, soaking his face with her juices. She pulled Mark back into her mouth, and it only took a second before he couldn't help himself. His cum filled her mouth, leaking down onto her chin, as her husband moaned loudly. Mark was frustrated he'd finished so soon, but figured if he gave himself a moment to recharge, he could go again.
"Mmm baby," Stacie moaned, before turning to watch the top of Brian's head. "Why don't you recharge, and then give me some more," she encouraged him. Mark sat back, and then pulled himself off the bed, falling back into an easy chair they kept in the room. As he started to fall limp, Mark sat back, quite satisfied. Closing his eyes, he listened to the sound of his wife's gentle moans. Brian going down on her was exactly what Mark hoped it would be, and he loved listening to her as his old friend pleased her so well.
Stacie, ran her fingers into Brian's hair, pinning his face against her. Mark wasn't expert at this, and she'd forgotten how good it could feel. Brian's tongue massaged her clit, then ran down spreading her lips apart. Stacie moaned as he inserted a finger, slowly in and out, and then stopping to massage her g-spot in just the right way. Brian's finger was just the right length to hit her perfectly, her back arching as her body slowly built to another climax. Brian then removed his finger, and sliding it down her body, used her juices to massage her other hole. Stacie had never let Mark touch her there, and the few times he'd tried she didn't like it, but she'd so given herself over to this experience, she found herself loving the finger playing with her ass. Brian pushed just the tip into her, and her legs tensed, but he quickly removed it and reinserted it into her pussy. Then Brian, still licking her clit, turned his hand sideways and used his pinky finger to massage her ass as he finger fucked her. Stacie had never felt anything like it, and quickly her legs were pinned against the sides of his head.
Her chest heaving up and down, sweat beading all over her body, Stacie felt a need she didn't expect. This was as far as she thought she wanted to go, but suddenly she was overwhelmed with the desire - the need - to feel Brian inside of her.
Brian stood, his cock bobbing in front of him. Stacie looked down, spread eagle in front of him, and watched his cock bob in front of him. She wanted it so badly, and glanced at him and then down at herself, trying to give him silent permission. Stepping forward, Brian rubbed the tip of himself against her, Stacie moaning loudly. He felt so warm and big, and she couldn't wait to have him inside her.
Her head was screaming to stop, to reach down and make him move, but her body was pleading with her to let it happen. What about Mark? Was she supposed to give herself to someone like this? But then, she remembered their safe words, and that there weren't supposed to be rules once they started, except being able to stop each other. Mark could speak up if he didn't like it.
It was as if her body was opening itself to him, her lips coating the tip of his cock as they parted, and then, gently, he pushed his large head into her sopping wet opening. Stacie let out a loud, lusty, guttural moan as he entered her. For the first time in decades, she had another man inside her, and she needed more of him.
Stacie could feel Brian's large hands on her hips as he pushed in a little further, then pulled all the way back out. It felt like he'd already stretched her open, and she felt so empty without him inside. She arched her back and moaned as he pushed further in, gently retracted, and then with a grunt, buried himself deep inside her.
"Oh FUCK!" Stacie screamed, as her pussy was stretched wide, Brian's wide cock making room that had never been needed before. He slowly started to fuck her, his hands moving up to cup her breasts, then twist her nipples.
Mark continued to sit there, his cock starting to pop back to life, as he listened to the moans of his wife, taking it all in with his eyes closed. He thought he might be getting ready for round two, when he opened his eyes.
"FUCK! Stacie! What the fuck?!!?!" He called out, shocked by the sight of one of his oldest friends slowly, gently fucking his wife. Mark sat, wide eyed, as his wife's tits bounced slowly back and forth, Brian occasionally grabbing them. He had to stop them, he thought. This was too much, and as he struggled to remember the code word, he found himself slowly stroking himself.
"Fuck baby, he feels so good. Thank you for letting him have me," Stacie moaned, her legs spreading even further apart. When Mark heard her, he thought he was going to cum again.
"Stacie...I...banana?" Mark muttered, almost questioning. He saw Stacie shake her head "no" and grab Brian's hands. She wasn't about to give in now.
"I want to ride you," Stacie moaned, and Brian removed himself and laid back on the bed. Stacie positioned him so Mark could see, and pointing her ass at him, she slid down onto his cock. "OH FUCK that's so deep" she cried out, as Brian grabbed her ass and slowly lifted her back up, dropping her down onto his full length. Leaning forward and resting her head next to Brian's, Stacie started to buck her hips up and down.
Mark knew he should stop it, that he should yell the code word louder, but the sight her ass bouncing on Brian's hard cock was mesmerizing. She was impairing herself on it. He found himself more turned on than he imagined, and now that the initial impulse had subsided, he decided his only choice was to go with it.
Stacie pulled herself off of Brian and flipped around, pointing her ass back at him. "Fuck me" she called out to him, "I want to feel you from behind." Positioning herself near the corner of the bed, she locked eyes with her husband as his friend entered her again.
Bent over as she was, Brian went even deeper, Stacie crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Holding her by the hips, Brian slowly fucked her from behind, and then started to pound away at her pussy in a way she'd never felt before. His body slamming against hers, her tits swaying back and forth, as she watched her husband jerk off across the room.
"Do you like watching him fuck me, baby?" Stacie moaned out. Mark slowly nodded yes. "Do you like the way he fills me up, making my married pussy all his?"
Mark moaned, his hand furiously jerking his cock. Stacie rarely felt confident enough to talk to him like this, but the feeling of both men pleasuring and being pleasured to her had turned her on like never before.
"Come feed me your cock," Stacie demanded, as Mark rose and stood before her. She loved the feeling of wrapping her lips around his familiar dick, giving him head in just the way she knew he liked. Mark couldn't believe how hot she looked, with one cock in each end of her, two men using all she had to give.
Then she felt a familiar twitch her in her mouth, as her husband emptied himself into her. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was dribbling down her chin and onto the bed. As he finished in her mouth, Stacie felt her body explode again. Releasing Mark, she cried out as loud as she ever had, her pussy walls gripping Brian, almost pinning him inside her.
"Oh fuck baby, he feels so good." Stacie cried out, as Mark stumbled back to his chair. "He's fucking me so deep and hard," Stacie moaned, Brian hammered himself into her.
"I...I think I'm going to.." Brian muttered, giving her ass a hard slap.
"Oh fuck. Give me that cum," Stacie cried out.
"Where do you want it?" Brian pleaded, doing everything he could to hold back.
"Fill me up," Stacie cried, staring at her husband. "Fill my pussy with your hot load."
"Stacie!" Mark cried out, but it was too late. Brian grunted loud, and then just about shoved her off the end of the bed, burying himself deep inside her.
Stacie screamed in ecstasy. The sensation of another man's cum shooting against the walls of her pussy made her cum again, her body drinking up his every last drop. She fell flat on the bed, Brian falling back, both of them a sweaty, exhausted mess.
Mark sat quietly, already hard a third time, stroking himself. Stacie picked herself back up, and turning to straddle him, buried herself back on Mark's cock. It felt nice, and familiar, but she was so stretched out, she worried if she'd be able to make him cum. Wiggling her hips on him, she hear him grunt at her as he grabbed ahold of her sides.
"Make it yours, baby. Take me back," she moaned to him, as Mark held her firm and pushed himself into her. "Full your pussy back up and take me," she cried out, as she felt Mark twitch again inside her, adding his seed to Brians.
Pulling herself from him, Stacie felt them both running down her legs. She felt so sexy, so needed, so hot, she wanted even more, but was sure neither of them were up to it. Excusing herself to the bathroom, Stacie cleaned herself up, only to find Brian passed out in there bed, Mark dozing off in the chair, both of them limp and satisfied.
Hours later, Mark woke to the sound of running water, and found Brian fucking Stacie in the shower. As he entered the room, Brian spun her around, cumming all over her face, but the rest of the weekend is a story for another time.
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