My wife Barbara and I had been married nearly fifteen years, so our sex life had kinda lost its spark, its excitement and had become routine. It was good but routine. Any time you have a climax is good but it had gotten boring.
We decide to try something new to kinda spice things up.
So after a lot of thought and discussion we decided to try a 3 some for the first time, just to get our feet wet so to speak. Barbara was a virgin the first time we had sex and since Pandora's Box had been opened, had messed around with a few guys before we decided to get married. And no one after that.
Keeping her to myself probably had influenced my decision to propose.
We met this guy Russel, Russ for short, on line.
By the time we arranged to meet him, Russ didn't know it but we'd already deiced that we were gonna make it happen the first time just to see what would happened.
We met Russ in a public place, the Sheraton Hotel bar.
He was nice but a little young, in his early 20s. He was about 6 foot, 175 pounds, thick dark hair over a perpetually tanned face. Dark almost black eyes, aquiline nose, thin lips that easily smiled when he turned to look at you. A well-built body, toned from high school sports. .
Barbara was a little nervous because of his age, but we'd already decided to make it happen so she went along.
After chatting and a couple of drinks we decided to go to the room I'd gotten in anticipation of what was going to happen.
Once in the room I told Russ, "Sit on the bed."
When he did as I told him, I told Barbara to strip and she did in a very sexy way.
With music playing in the back ground, Barbara slowly started unbuttoning her sweater, one at a time each button going through the hole until it fell open. Then she pulled it delicately over her shoulders dropping it to the floor.
She was so nervous that she was trembling. Her whole body was shaking. But she continued with my request, unsnapping her skirt and pushing it off her shapely hips down her long dancer's legs to the floor.
Russ and I were both watching with our eyes glued to her spectacular body as she stepped out of her skirt.
"My God, what legs," Russ murmured under his breath.
"Keep going," I said, not wanting her to lose her nerve.
I could see some tears flowing down Barbara's cheeks. I knew she was totally embarrassed stripping for us, but I didn't realize it was that bad. Stripping for strangers and acting like a slut was something totally out of character for her. But here she was, doing just that. But she'd gotten herself into this and there was no turning back.
Pushing on, Barbara unclipped her bra and held it in place.
"Let it go," I ordered.
After a sigh she moved her hands and it slide down her arms and then dropped to the floor.
"Oh fuck. Look at those tits and nipples," Russ said with awe.
My mind was racing with thoughts of what Russ was going to do with her.
"Now the panties." I ordered again.
A few seconds later, except for her heels, Barbara was standing there naked as the day she was born in the middle of the room.
Now that Barbara was naked, then I told Russ to strip.
Standing, he looked at us like he I expected us to leave to give him some privacy and was surprised that we instead stood there watching his every move.
Nervously, Russ took off his watch and put it in his pocket and then kicked of his Nikes.
Grabbing the hem, he pulled his blue Polo shirt over his head. I'm not sure if it was excitement or the coolness of the room, but something made his nipples tighten.
Russ hesitated for a second or two before he unsnapped and unzipped his Levis. Then letting them slide down his legs and drop to the floor before pulling them off completely.
He was now left standing there in white sports socks and my baggy boxers that were tenting in the front. Nervously, Russ slowly removed each sock and thrust them into his Nikes.
Like Barbara, his face was crimson with embarrassment.
Russ pulled down his boxers down and out popped a huge deck. He had never mentioned his size so it was a plus we hadn't expected.
Then I stripped but they were both so busy staring at each other that neither nor Russ paid any attention to me.
With Barbara in the middle, we all three laid naked on the king size bed.
We both, Russ and I started playing with Barbara's breast. She has nice bobs with ultra-sensitive nipples. I don't think Russ had much experience with female breasts because he was a little clumsy and a little rough as he kneaded her breasts. With her discretely guiding him he settled down and his technique improved. Barbara eventually pulled his face against her breasts and feed him a nipple.
So while Russ was nursing on her nipples like a new born, I ran the tip of my tongue around Barbara's navel, leaving a fiery little circle blazing on her skin, building the sweet, terrible pressure inside her, and then easing off.
With the hand not holding Russ against her breast, she clawed at my shoulders, trying to push me lower. But I wouldn't be swayed, wouldn't be rushed. Conquer me he would, that was plain, but on his own terms and in his own time.
Moving farther down Barbara's frantic body, I slowly spread her legs and moved between them. There is nothing more arousing than your first sight, then feel the lovely softness and moist aromatic arousal of a beautiful pussy before diving in to lick her precious dew from the lips of a hot woman.
I raised her with his hands as I touched her softly with my tongue. She was soaked before my tongue ever touched her.
Barbara gave a strangled, triumphant sob and her legs went around my neck because her arms were still busy with Russ. She repeated my name over and over again, like some prayer offered in delirium, now begging, now cajoling, and now crying out in ecstasy.
Her first orgasm was long, endless, with peaks and valleys, slowly plunges followed by rapid arcs to even higher heights than the one before. It wrung every last ounce of passion from her, a continuing climax, causing her mind and soul to buckle and seized right along with her body.
Barbara breathless and trembling she grabbed Russ and pulled him to her.
Then while I was eating her, she was giving Russ a hot blowjob.
His dick was a good 9 inches long and very thick. I'd wondered if Barbara could take it all because she wasn't use to such a big dick. And I was right, she couldn't get it all in her mouth.
Had her thoughts been coherent, Barbara might have wondered how even after 15 years I could still have aroused her to such a need so soon after satisfying her once so completely with my mouth. As it was, she could only marvel, flexing wildly beneath me, hungry for release and fighting for fulfillment.
The pace, so slow before, was now rapid, powerful lunging. Her whole life…her being…seemed to be concentrated on my tongue. Barbara yearned for relief and wanted to burn in the fires of my lovemaking forever.
When Barbara cummed, it was with low, hoarse shouts of nearly intolerable pleasure. Afterwards, we clung together, both of us breathless.
Finally and I traded places and he mounted her missionary style but he had trouble getting the big thing into her tight pussy too.
Barbara finally had to hold her lips open and I had to reach between them and guide the head between her lips. Then, despite how wet she was, help him force it in.
When the head was finally in, Russ went real slowly until he bottomed out. They just laid there for a couple of minutes until Barbara started to loosen up and then gritting her teeth, she said, "OK I'm ready."
Russ started pumping long slow deep strokes. Then grunting like a pig, he picked up the pace, fucking her harder and harder until she had an orgasm. One of many, many orgasms she had before this night was over.
Russ proved to have more talent fucking than he did playing with tits when he suddenly sat up and sat back on his heels as he pulled his cock out of Barbara's pussy.