I have fantasies about fantasy’s. One time a while back I had my first threesome. They were new to the idea of sharing their spouse. I didn’t push, I didn’t make any promises except for one thing: if at ANY time either of them is uncomfortable or upset I will stop what I’m doing and exit the premises.

The wife was more concerned at first than the husband was but he was scared he’d become jealous and ruin the whole thing. I promised him that the only thing that could ruin it was me. I Will be slow, methodical and respectful. The wife, loved oral. She thought her husband was amazing at it (she was about to be corrected in her thoughts). She wanted to begin slow and thought oral would be a good place to begin.

She lowered her panties, a black, lace, thong. Had gold buckles on it. (What the buckles were for, I have no idea… wasn’t much to hold together). They directed me to the bar and poured a drink, to lessen the nerves. whiskey on the rocks for me.

We discussed our first times having sex, the loss of our virginity and the clumsiness that is entailed in that… and while at that moment we thought it was amazing… it was not…. During the story of my first time, Mrs moved in a little closer to me, my hand finding its way on her knee and calmly and slowly caressing up and down her thigh, slower and slower as I slid more and more with each pass I could feel her breathing become a little raspy. She tried not to give an impression that she was ready to spread her legs wide and let me have my was. But it was obvious. Her husband was beginning to squirm in his chair the more I crept to her vagina… at one moment I grazed her left labia and she twitched… eyes closing slightly. I could tell this was going to be fun.

I did this for what seemed an hour while we spoke. Now allowing my hand to fall to the other side of her leg and sliding my fingers gently across both labia and occasionally feeling for her Clit. She was engorged. A few times my fingers came back moistened from her pussy salivating for more. She was patient and fully immersed in the moment…. I could smell the sweet scent of her juices flowing. I casually switched hands and tasted the juice on the tip Of my finger and side of my thumb as I struck that nerve of hers again. She gasped with elation and locked eyes with her husband who while calm, I could tell wanted to be a pert of this moment… it was only right to let him taste her as well…

• to be continued