My First Threesome

My next encounter with sex was with a boy when I was nineteen, he was rough and hurt me so I gave him up.
Just after that, I met John; we were at a wedding, so of course we danced and talked a lot, John was a very good conversationalist the best I have ever known.
We went on two more dates and then John told me he was a voyeur. I didn’t know what that was, so he told me.
He said he has always been one and he gets a kick out of looking up girls skirts, etcetera.
But said he wasn’t a peeping tom; he wouldn’t creep around and look in windows, for example.

He told me this so I could make up my mind before things maybe got too serious between us,
I was a little taken back by his honesty, but said I could live with that so we carried on dating and soon we made love.
John was fantastic; I fell in love with him and soon we were married.
Our sex life was smashing and I gave birth to two girls–we decided that two was enough so John went and had a vasectomy.
Of course we had to pay for the operation, but this is where our sex fun started.

Moving on to what we call our “sex fun year.”
We were making love and John said how he wished he had two pairs of hands to caress me with.
I must admit, the thought of it did turn me on and my mind did drift that way the more I thought about it.
This happened a few times but we never mentioned it outside the bedroom.
I suppose a couple of months went by before the subject was talked about again.
It was one evening after the girls had gone to bed.
I asked John why he brings the subject up and he replied it turns him on a little bit more and it spurred him to do more to me
Which I knew it did, I also told him that I got more worked up thinking about it.

We were very lucky in the fact that my parents lived on a farm and the girls loved to go there every other weekend.
John’s family also lived out in the country, so the following weekend they would go there which meant babysitting was no problem.

Anyway, we talked openly about it for a few weeks and said how about getting another man to join us and have some real sex fun.
Then one Saturday we were in our club when John spotted an old work mate of his called Ron.
And this is funny: I also knew him a little as he use to date my school friend back some years ago.
John invited Ron to join us and we had a lovely evening dancing and joking so we arranged to meet the following Saturday.
When John and I got home, John asked me what I thought of Ron.
I said I thought him quite nice and a bit dishy, so John then asked me if I fancied him.
And of course I did and told him so–I must add that night our love making was so intense I don’t know how many times I climaxed but it was superb.

The next morning we talked about how would Ron fit into our sex life if we, and of course he, wanted to.
We carried on talking about this and that all week and our love making intensified so that we said we would try and get our sex fun started.

Saturday evening came and I pondered over what to wear.
I asked John and he said, “How about your cream skirt with the split down the right thigh? that way Ron will see your stocking top.”
I did say, “What if Ron sits on the other side of me?”
To which John said he would maneuver Ron around.
I must say I was very nervous as we walked into the club.
Ron was already there and when we reached his table he asked what we wanted to drink.
John sat down so the split on my skirt would be on Ron’s side.
Every so often I would catch Ron looking at my stocking top and bare thigh, and I would give him a little smile if his glance caught my eye.
A few drinks later I was up and dancing–first with John and then, of course, Ron.
When dancing with Ron I would move in tighter and I could feel him getting semi hard.
I teased Ron a little more as the night wore on and it soon became time to go home.

We asked Ron if he wanted to stop at our house for a drink as it was on his way?
John got the drinks while Ron and I selected some music to play.
I asked John if it was alright if Ron and I danced.
He, of course, said it would be alright.
It was now that Ron said, “I love the perfume of your hair.”
I asked was that the only thing he liked about me?
He replied something like, “No, I like everything about you.”
I danced closer to Ron now than I did at the club and he got a full blown erection.
Other than that and a little chat about Ron saying he fancied me–to which I replied, “I know, I can feel it.”–nothing happened.
And soon Ron left to go home; John and I made love.

Sunday morning John and I set some rules:
1. Ron would have to wear a condom, of course.
2. I would not do any oral on Ron.
3. No anal sex (I tried it once and didn’t like it).
4. At any time either of us could put a stop to it.
5. Never, at any time, would I have sex with Ron or anyone else without John being there (and the same if we invited a woman to join us).

Then we made some signals:
1. When we got back to our house, if I said I’ll get the drinks and John said no he would, it would mean he was ok to proceed.
2. If I said I’ll have Bacardi and lemonade (I always drinks Bacardi and coke) it meant that I was ok with it.

If we (or I) could get Ron up in the bedroom and we were going to proceed, Ron would be the first one to have sex with me.

John got some condoms that Wednesday and put them in the bedside cabinet.

Saturday evening came and I was on tender hooks waiting the whole week.
We made our way to the club.
Ron wasn’t there so we sat down and had our drinks; I must admit I was rather disappointed.
Then Ron came in and I became nervous once more.
Again the drinks flowed and the dancing was very intimate.
I could feel both John and Ron getting excited.
Ron’s hand was making little circle on the small of my back, moving up from my skirt to my bra strap.
I remember whispering, “That feels good.”
Ron led me to the middle of the dance floor where it was more crowded, and slowly brought his left hand down.
With the back of his hand, he moved over my breast.
My hands went up around his neck; I loved what was happening to me.
By now, Ron had a real hard on and when the dance finished he said, “Don’t walk too fast, and keep tight to me.”
I smiled and said OK.

Time to go, but this time we got a taxi home.
When home John said he would get the drinks and I asked for Bacardi and lemonade,we knew that we both would like to proceed.
While John got the drinks, again Ron and I selected our music and we danced very closely.
This time Ron kissed me and I returned it passionately.
Ron asked if he could see me sometime and I told him I wouldn’t do anything behind John’s back.
We carried on dancing.
I looked up at Ron and he seemed a little bit crestfallen, so I took the bull by the horns as they say.
I told him that John and I were thinking of having another person to join us in our bed and would he like to be the one?
OMG he looked gobsmacked, and I thought I had blown it with him!
But then he said, “Bloody hell, yes. When?”
I said, “Tonight if you don’t have to hurry, but you would have to wear something.”
He said that was alright by him, but added, “I haven’t got any.”
I said, “That’s OK, we do.”
Ron started kissing me and caressing me, so I said I would have to ask John to see if it was still alright.

I walked into the dining room where John was pouring the drinks with a big smile beaming across my face.
Not only was I going to have sex with another man, but with John there, also.
It made me feel really attractive and sexy to be able to get two men in bed with me.
I know most women can get a man in bed–even two or more at the  same time–but with one’s husband, I think it’s harder.
I think most men wonder what  the catch is, if there is one.

As I walked away from John, I reached behind me and pulled the zipper of my skirt down.
Then undid the button, wriggling my ass as I did (John told me later that it turned him on some).
I also pulled my blouse out from my skirt.
Upon returning to Ron, I wrapped my arms around his neck and I kissed him very passionately and long.
Ron said that he has wanted to make love to me for the last couple of weeks.
It was then I told him that we would not be making love but he and I would be fucking; I was using him and he was using me.
He agreed, I think a bit reluctantly.
Ron’s hands were now moving all over my back, shoulders, arms, and cupping my breasts.
Soon his hand came up under my blouse and cupped my breast.
A tingle went though me
I let Ron proceed to unbutton my blouse and it was then that John came in with the drinks.
Ron hesitated so I whispered, “It’s OK.”

John put the drinks down away from us and came over and started to kiss me, taking my skirt down and therefore revealing my red panties.
Ron in turn took my blouse off, revealing my matching bra.
John took my knickers off and Ron my bra; I was stripped naked except for my stay-up stockings.
I was led over to the settee where John sat on my right and Ron on the other side.
Both men peeled off my stockings, both looking at me with lust in their eyes.
My dream was coming true! I had four hands caressing me!
Ron soon slid one of his hands down between my thighs and his fingers worked up inside me.
John stood up and took his clothes off; upon returning to me, his erection was pressed up against my leg.
Soon Ron stripped off and that’s when I saw his erection.
It was about the same size as Johns, but seemed to point straight out.

Ron returned to caressing my vagina with his fingers, as John played with one breast while sucking and licking the other.
OMG I was getting aroused so much that it wasn’t long before I was looking up at John with a pleading in my eyes, mouthing the word please.
John looked at me, then said, “You go on up. I’ll lock up.”
I took Ron by the hand and led him up to our bedroom.
John waited for a moment before joining us.
I was laid on my back and Ron’s tongue and hands were all over me.
I felt John lay down beside me–his hands and tongue began doing the same.
Never before had my breast and my nipples been so aroused!
Along with my vagina, every part of me was tingling.
Ron’s fingers were doing fantastic things to my clitoris; John was sucking on my nipple and tweaking the other with his finger and thumb.
After a short time I said, “I need someone! One of you, please. I want one of you now.”
John reached for a condom and gave it to me; I in turn handed it to Ron to put on.
John’s fingers were keeping me totally aroused.
I then felt Ron moving up on top of me, and suddenly where John’s fingers had been Ron’s penis was entering me.
My thoughts at that moment were Good God, it’s really happening.

It didn’t take long for me to begin thrusting and moving my body in time with Ron’s.
Ron started very slowly, then moved faster and faster–at the same time, rotating his hips.
I don’t really know too much about what was now happening to me.
All I am sure of was that I was being well and truly fucked by another man while my husband was there right beside me.
Soon my legs shot straight up in the air and shook and shook (John told me this later).
John also said that he climaxed at the same time, the first time since he was a teenager.
Luckily, John became aroused very quickly and he fucked me harder than I have ever known him to.
I climaxed twice more with John, and floods of emotions came over me.
I don’t think I could possibly describe it in words.

Ron became hard again and John passed him another condom.
This time with Ron…I don’t know how many times I came, but I do know that I was exhausted.
Things quieted down and soon Ron said he had to go.
John saw him out and came back to me.
Again we fucked hard and long, then fell asleep.

The next thing I knew, John was by the bed with a nice cup of coffee.
Upon sitting up I looked around; I saw two used condoms on the bedside cabinet and pieces of their wrappers on the floor.
The room looked like a bomb had hit it.
While drinking my coffee John ran the bath for me.
I really needed one–this was the first time that I hadn’t either showered or had a bath before going to bed.
After cleaning, both John and I said what a fantastic night it was.
I told him that I was still tingling from all that had taken place, and we agreed that we would do it again.
John tidied up the bedroom, disposing of the condoms and their wrappers.
At about twelve, the doorbell sounded and opening it I saw Ron standing there.
I asked him in and he said he was passing and decided to call to see if everything was alright.
He asked if there was any regrets?
Both John and I said there weren’t and how about him?
He said it was terrific.
John asked if he would like to join us again, and Ron answered with, “WHEN?”

We have had sex with Ron on many occasions.
And I have been in and had a hysterectomy–we don’t want any mishaps to happen.
We have also had another woman join us, but I had pangs of jealousy so John said we wouldn’t have a woman again.
I feel bad about it sometimes but I have told John that we can if he wishes have her on his own.
So far he hasn’t wanted to.

Hope you enjoyed my story;  it’s all true as far as I, John, and Ron can remember.
Yes, we all contributed a little to our story.
I, of course, wrote most of it,
Love, Sally

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