Amy's threesome

I knew early I didn't make her happy. Our sex drives seemed out of synchronization. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, I wanted sex. When she was rested and ready, she was in the mood less and less often.

When I left school and worked full time (two jobs), and was finishing school, our social lives were very different. My social life revolved around emails to my friends and family, 2,000 miles away. My day off every week spent with her and her family - church and dinner. He spent late with his friends, allegedly being the "sensitive" while drinking and persecuting men. He also spent many weekends outside the city with his school clubs and visiting his mother.

His last boyfriend, Drew, had been a real idiot, but he told me that sex had always been great. He was much more physically dominating than me, and he had a thick 10-inch dick he enjoyed a lot. He had come back with him several times after the fights, just because of his dick. He kept in touch with him, as his money owed, but did not tell him that we were married for almost a year, although he called at least once a month.

Sometimes when we were in bed, he told me how Drew had thrown her over the furniture and fucked her from behind. The good thing he felt when his big dick got into it, and how much he liked to push it against the wall and fuck it while his feet kept out of the ground. How much he loved the feeling of his cock in his mouth, and how overwhelming it was the feeling when he fucked his sweet ass. She complained of the way she dominated her, and forced her to do whatever she wanted. He also told me how they had often had sex in the shower, which we rarely did, as it seemed uncomfortable. Every time she told me about her sex life with Drew, sex would be very hot, and I told her I enjoyed listening to her previous experiences.

Although I've never had any complaints about my 7-inch penis, I suspected I might want something I wasn't able to provide for her. I wanted her to be happy, and I didn't want to lose her. During the pillow talk, I told her I wouldn't mind if she wanted to have sex with other men while I knew it; while she wasn't lying to me. Sex was sex, but our relationship was the most important, the permanent. As long as we were honest with each other, I wasn't afraid it would end. He insisted that he was not interested in anyone but me, but he admitted that thought was intriguing. I also admitted that I faced the thought of opening our marriage.

My two jobs weren't bringing enough money to pay for everything we wanted, so he started working occasionally as a topless dancer. It would normally happen after my night work and wait to take her home. In his work nights, he would become very wild in bed, especially if the advice had been good. I enjoyed watching her dance for other men, and she liked to send other dancers to tease me at my table.

One night, I came to find her very excited. One of her clients had been flirting with her all night and invited her to her motel room. She asked me if I was willing to take her to her motel. Of course I do. My only condition was that I was there and that I wore a condom if I was going to lie inside her. When we got there, he asked if they could shower together. He told me to wait thirty minutes before joining them in the bathroom. While waiting, I heard the beginning of the shower, then the disconcerted voices, the gauzes, the groans and the blows. I waited anxiously for the moment I could join them. As I entered the bathroom, I removed the shower curtain and saw my wife's partner holding it against the shower wall.

Her legs were wrapped around her waist as she pushed her manhood into her. His wet hair was rooted next to his face and his lips were locked in a deep, passionate kiss. He opened his eyes and looked at me when he climaxed - one of a dozen I saw that night.

Shortly, she turned off the water, fell on her knees and started sucking her hard wet dick. He started kissing and licking around him, while he looked at me with a bad smile. Finally, he went down and got his head in his crotch, forcing his dick in his throat. The sight of my beautiful wife, lost in the thunders of sexual excess, was a tremendous turn for me. My own dick was hard and tense in my zipper. I came to hit me through the cloth while his sperm got into my wife's face. His cheeks sucked inside and out while she swallowed his load, something he never did for me. He turned his head back to me, smiled, asked me if he was enjoying the sight, and guided. She kept beating and sucking her tool, telling her how hot she did it. He never seemed to lose his erection, just pulled his dick off his lips and told him to get out of the bathtub and bend over the toilet. As she did, he hit her dick in her from behind. He told me he was losing me, and he asked if he'd like to suck my dick while he took it. I unmasked my pants and led my dick to his mouth. The sensation of her lips wrapped around my flesh was wonderful, and she began to take me deeper as she moved forward from her powerful impulses.

As I continued to fuck her, I realized that there was no condom on her dick; that the package we had brought was still sitting, unopen, on the counter. I asked them to stop and put a condom before entering it. Instead, she pulled her mouth off my dick and told us to change her place. She wanted it in her mouth and I in her pussy. In seconds, I was deep balls in her hot, juicy hole while she was throwing forward on her dick. The silky feeling was somehow different, better than ever. I entered into it for feeling, as my eyes were rinsed on their lips while working their axis. She's a beautiful, sexy woman in the first place, and I'd always felt like she looked hotter when she sucked my dick. But this was the most intense erotic vision I had experienced. My beautiful wife was frantically sucking another man's post while piercing in her sweet pussy. The situation was too much for me, and I exploded in it. While squeezing my soft dick from his pussy lips, he pulled his erect penis out of his lips. He passed, and melted his dick's head between his red lips, opening his wife's lips.

"Do I need to put on a rubber?" he asked, as he got into it a quarter inch. "Yes" I said, coming to the package. His only answer was a low groan. I gave him a condom, which quickly unwrapped and turned on his dick, pulling it out for a few seconds. Then he returned to my beautiful wife, making her cry in ecstasy. As she continued to drive to her, she began to cum again and my own dick became full. We take turns for the next few hours, one of us in her pussy, one in her mouth, sometimes breaking to kiss her, sucking her breasts, or licking her sweet pussy. I came twice more, he came at least four, twice in condoms and twice more in his mouth. She came a dozen times while we filled her with our dicks. The sun was rising as we left her room and went home, talking about the wildest parts of the night. He told me he had several orgasms before he got into the bathroom. He even opened my pants and sucked my elbow knot while I drove. Although my dick was down for the count, I was still excited while kissing and licking her face, neck, shoulders and breasts while she stopped on the lights. Later, while staying in bed, I thanked him for allowing me to be part of his adventure and thanked me for the wildest night of his life. I was excited by the thought of our new life as swings, and what I would do to get closer.

Later that day, when we woke up, I wouldn't talk about what happened. Our sexual life was wild for several weeks, but did not talk about our adventure. Later, he finally admitted that it had happened, but denied any enjoyment of it. I tried to remind you how exciting it was for both of us, how many times I had semen. He insisted that I had only acted on my fantasy because I had drunk it. He also accused me of wanting to have threesomes so he could justify screwing other women.

I guess I'll have to wait and see what the future brings.