I really wanted to see my wife with another man. I did everything possible, even the impossible, to push her into it. Days went by and I still, every time we made love, I would put on porn on the TV as a “lubrication”, and I would deliberately rewind it to one where there were two men and one woman. I knew that she was also watching it with one eye in between what she was doing with me. And when I asked her once, during our sex, if she had considered trying something like that, she just shook her head no and I didn’t elaborate any further, I left it at that. But I knew it was still in her head…
When I asked my sweetheart a few weeks later if she knew what I really wanted, she sarcastically told me, “a threesome with another man.” I smiled at her and stroked her face for it, smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
The days flowed by like water, everything was as usual, in our old ways, we made love 2-3 times a week, depending on our ability and taste, since we have children and not everything is always possible as we would like. But whenever we didn’t have children at home, we enjoyed each other’s presence. I liked it when my wife dressed in some sexy costume, and in self-supporting panties with pumps on her feet, her body looked amazing, as if she were a whore from porn, which always turned me on and excited me. And still at the best, when she was already all horny and before orgasm, I started telling her about how I imagine right now that there is another guy with us, who is either sucking or pounding her in front of me at this moment, in short, how we are working her at the same time. With her eyes rolled, all she could say was, “Okay, hey,” and it turned me on even more until we both came.
As we sat together in the living room, she looked at me in that way I had known for years. Not the look of a woman who was ashamed. Not the look of a woman who was afraid. But the look of a woman who had already made up her mind.
… my wife …
“You know… if this is something we’re going to do together,” she said calmly, “I want me to choose.” She didn’t say it as a request. She said it as a partner who wants to be in control of what concerns her. And I just nodded. Not because I had to. But because I felt that if this was going to be something that wouldn’t break us up, it had to be her choice.
A few days later, as we sat over coffee, she looked at me with a subtle tension in her eyes. “I’ve already made up my mind,” she said. “Who?” I asked calmly, without pressure, without expectation. “My colleague,” she said flatly. “The one I get along with… and trust.” I just sat there for a while. Not because it shocked me. But because I realized that this was all moving from fantasy to reality. I immediately felt a lump in my pants. “If it’s your choice,” I said, “I agree.” I smiled, and kissed her. And for the first time since this whole topic began, she smiled sincerely too. Not provocatively. Not nervously. But in the way that a person feels that they have a partner who doesn’t judge them. I told her that I wanted her to be the best slut in the world that day, like in the porn we often watched, so that she could just enjoy it all too, this excitement of mine, and not take it as an obligation, but as a challenge.
A days later, he came to our place. The atmosphere was strange — not tense, not uncomfortable, but charged with anticipation that hung in the air. We sat together, talking, laughing. We drank. And I watched her gradually change from the wife I knew to the woman who allowed herself to be bold. When she looked at him, it was clear that there was something unspoken between them. Something that had been there for a long time, but never had space. Chemistry. He liked her, but he had never had a chance to be with her until now. The tension was palpable. When my wife left us, I asked him how she had actually told him what she wanted from him?!?
He thought for a moment and said: “She came up to me and told me straight up, I know you’ve been looking at me differently for a long time, not just as a colleague, I feel all your looks on my body, I feel you undressing me with your eyes, and I think you have your own fantasies with me, in which you indulge yourself. I’m offering you something completely different now, I’m offering you the opportunity to fulfill them, I’ll help you achieve them if you want. My husband and I want to try a threesome with another man and you came to me as a suitable choice, so if you agree, I’ll be happy to do so, And I was incredibly excited about that alone. As I noticed, he was just as excited as I was. Today will be unforgettable for all three of us, I said, to which he nodded his head.
And then it happened. My wife came up behind us, but she was already dressed like she was in porn. Bras, a sexy costume, high heels, and a mask over her eyes. She touched both of us. Not suddenly. Not dramatically. But naturally. She leaned over him. She touched his hand. She looked at me, as if to make sure I was still with her. And when I nodded, she took the first step. A kiss. Not a violent one. Not a shy one. But one that said, “This is my choice. And I make it knowing that you are standing by me.” And I sat there. Not as a spectator. Not as someone who is pushed aside. But as part of something we had built together — trust, openness, courage. And that was the moment that changed everything.
They started kissing in front of me. She straddled him and put her arms around his neck. He grabbed her waist and they just kissed. I knew that in this reality there was no going back. What I wanted was happening exactly as I wanted. I see my wife with another man right in front of me, and I started to feel different kinds of feelings than before, when I was just imagining all this. When he grabbed my wife’s ass, I couldn’t stand it, and I was already taking off my clothes, absolutely everything, I stood behind her and started jerking him off myself. She took off his shirt while kissing him, unbuttoned his pants and when she got up from him, he just skillfully took them off himself, along with his boxers, so that he was naked too.
Then I noticed that he was also quite gifted, just like me, that we were almost the same, which I liked, and before I had time to process it all in that short time, his cock was already sliding into my wife’s pussy. He was sitting comfortably in the chair and my wife was already completely on top of him so that I could only see his balls. I didn’t mind, I grabbed my wife’s hair, turned her head to the side and she understood what I was getting at and like a whore in porn she took it straight into my mouth and started sucking. During that, her colleague pulled down the pieces of clothing that covered her tits and got on top of them and started squeezing her breasts, licking her nipples and I lowered my hand down to her ass and started playing with her asshole.
When I finished, I lifted her off him and turned her so she could suck him comfortably and I started fucking her from behind. Seeing him grab her hair and enjoy the blowjob from her was very exciting. Suddenly my wife was the kind of slut I had seen in porn and imagined I would experience one day.
After a while we switched and when she was on all fours, I held her hair and my colleague fucked her from behind in front of me. It was very sexy and it excited me. I lay down on the couch and motioned for her to sit on me, which she did and I thought that my colleague would stand to the side of me and let her continue to make him happy with a blowjob, but he didn’t. Instead, I couldn’t believe my eyes, he stood behind her and shoved his dick into her ass! She had never had sex like this with me at home before, she refused it, didn’t even want to hear about it and now, she was acting like she did it regularly, every day.
A slut like something out of a porn movie. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, really, and it was too much for me, I couldn’t stand it and I fucked her. During my ejaculation, my wife also got aroused, she fell on me because my colleague kept pounding her, her ass, and she just held on to him and moaned with each thrust. It didn’t take long for my colleague to cum in her ass, he waited a moment and pulled it out of her and I felt his warm semen, which was flowing out of her ass, dripping onto my thighs.
All three of us washed up and sat in the living room. We each took exactly what we wanted from this, finished our drinks and said goodbye to our colleague. It was just the two of us left, with my wife, whom I immediately grabbed, threw into a chair and dragged like an animal, just like I had done with her colleague before me. And when I turned her onto all fours, I didn’t hesitate and straight away pushed it into her ass myself, tightly gripping her hips and fucking her ass all the way, which was my first time.