We woke up Saturday morning to a cold house, still without power. The wood stove was burning its last coals. We decided to get up early and stoke the fire with more wood. I heated some coffee with the camp stove to prepare us for the day. The rain continued as forecasted. However, the wind had died off significantly since the previous night, so the weather did not seem so ominous.

Dave and I were sipping our coffee and watching the weather outside. On days like this, there was little to do. Reading a good book or maybe playing a couple of games was the most we would accomplish.

“I wonder if we should head out for a movie this afternoon,” I suggested to Dave. “I don’t think the power outage extends down into Roseville.”

“That might work,” he replied. “We could have dinner afterward.”

“I have another idea,” I said. “Let’s try to have dinner with Kent. It’s been a while, and we have been discussing a new project for him.”

Dave’s eyes squinted as he stared at me. It was a curious look that I knew well.

“You’re into this idea,” he said with a laugh.

“Well, the iron is hot,” I replied.

We spent the next fifteen minutes discussing a plan for drinks and dinner with Kent. We would casually raise the topic of him joining us. We went back and forth on whether we thought he would go for it. The discussion concluded that we knew him well enough to trust him to be discrete. If he is into it, then that would be great. If he is not, it would be our little secret, and he was not judgmental.  Dave thought I should give him a call to make dinner plans. It seemed more inviting for me to do it.

Ten minutes later, it was all arranged. Kent was happy to find something to do on a rainy Saturday evening.  I mentioned we were planning to spend the night in Roseville, and we agreed to meet in downtown at the Irish pub.

Once dinner was arranged, Dave and I discussed the evening's logistics. If we were going to pull this off, it might be difficult to host the threesome at our house since we had no power. We decided to go all in and get a hotel room in Roseville.

“We can head down earlier, take showers, and look good for the evening,” I suggested to Dave.

“I can always count on you to do things well,” said Dave as he hugged me.

“We need a room with a king-size bed,” I laughed.

“Yeah, two kings and a queen in one bed,” Dave joked.

My phone still had internet access, so I booked a suite room at a hotel near downtown. I could feel a bit of nervous energy in my stomach. The realization that we were going through the motions and making arrangements for a tryst with another man later that evening felt quite naughty, and we did not have much chance to discuss our expectations. We’ll need to have that discussion before the action starts.

Dave and I decided to pack a few things for the overnight stay. We planned to get to the hotel around 3 p.m. to take showers and maybe rest up a little before dinner. I was also in need of some grooming down under. I usually shave my bikini about once a week. Dave likes me to keep my pussy closely cropped. Having a new guy get an intimate view was not something I was used to, so I wanted to make a sexy impression.

Packing for a single overnight seemed like a lot of work. I needed some makeup and a couple of clothes changes. We did not have a fixed agenda, so I wanted to be prepared for tonight and tomorrow. Guys have it so easy. They show up in jeans, and that's good enough.  

Dave was enjoying watching me pick out a matched bra and panty set. He mentioned that he liked the outfit I had selected for dinner.

“You are great at dressing sexy without looking like you’re trying,” said Dave. “You send the message that you have a sexy body under there that is ready to roll when the timing is right.”

“You don’t think the matching bra and panties is too much?” I asked.

“Not at all,” Dave replied. “You look amazing in the set, and he will love it.”

It seemed strange to have my husband commenting on how I would look to another guy. It was like he was getting me ready for a date. But I was over my nervous stomach, and now I was starting to anticipate the coming events of the evening. I had to keep reminding myself that Kent was not a part of this deal yet. There was still a possibility that he may not want to participate. Either way, the fun part of planning and fantasizing has been great. Dave and I were going to have great sex tonight, one way or the other.

We left the house around 2 p.m. for the thirty-minute drive to Roseville. The rain was still steady, and there were warnings about flooding. We decided to get out of the foothills and settle into a hotel room. We made a quick pit stop at the drugstore for some lube and condoms. Returning to civilization after being without power for twenty-four hours was good. 

The hotel was gracious and allowed us to check into the room before 3 p.m., the check-in time. We were both a little weary and decided to lie down for a quick nap. I slept for less than thirty minutes and found Dave wide awake. He had taken a short nap and now seemed filled with energy.

“Are you ready for this, cowboy?” I said with interest.

“It seems like this might happen,” Dave said. “I just want to make sure you’re okay with it.”

I appreciated his concern, and knowing Dave, I knew it was genuine. He has always protected me and cared for me.

“Dave, this is just a fun experience,” I said carefully. “Here’s how I see it. We're going to give it a try. Fulfill a fantasy. The one-time event with another guy is not something that will change anything. We can evaluate the experience afterward and talk about our feelings. I assure you that I will not fall in love with Kent. And it’s not like I haven’t had sex with other guys, although it’s been a very long time.”

“I’m glad you’re approaching this as an adventure,” said Dave. “I want to make sure you don’t regret it.”

I pondered briefly and replied, “My only regret would be losing you.”

“Well, that’s not going to happen,” said Dave.

“Let’s talk about our expectations for the night,” I said hesitantly. “I know we talked about limits and decided not to impose any. But let's try to be a little more specific. I’m wondering about two guys climaxing.  Do both of you cum inside me? Does one cum in my mouth? Does one cum on my chest? Do you both try to cum at the same time? I’m not certain about the protocol.”

“Good point,” said Dave. “It’s not like there’s an etiquette manual.”

“Let’s look online for some advice,” I suggested. “There has to be someone who’s posted some ideas.”

We had no problem finding resources and discussions on the topic, including blogs, YouTube videos, and various other articles. We spent thirty minutes collecting invaluable information.

“Okay, we now know that people have all different approaches to how the threesome works from a practical and emotional standpoint,” I summarized.

“Yes, as expected, there are no set rules,” said Dave.

“So, I think Kent will be wearing a condom, so you don’t have to worry about him leaving his cum in me,” I said. “What if he cums on me?”

“I don’t think I have any issue with that,” said Dave. “But I was envisioning him fucking you hard and cumming while you were giving me oral.”

“I like how you’re thinking,” I said with a smile. “Would you then fuck me right after?”

“That sounds like a good plan,” replied Dave.

The discussion about the details aroused me. I could feel myself getting wet, and I decided to keep it going.

“I’m hesitant to say this, but I really want to suck his cock,” I said cautiously.

Dave looked at me and smiled. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about that. You give great head, and it will be fun to see you enjoy his cock.”

Dave knows me well. We’ve had sex thousands of times. He knows I like sucking his dick, and it’s part of our foreplay. I get excited, making him hard.

“I just want to be open about it,” I said.

“How about going down on you?” Dave asked. “Do you want him to do it?”

“Sure, you know I love it,” I said. “Would you go down on me after him, or better yet, would you go down on me after his dick was in me?”

“I think that’s all part of the deal,” said Dave. “You’re going to have double the hands, double the tongues, and double the dicks all over you tonight. It is bound to get a little messy.”

“I’m thinking that we forego any anal sex tonight,” I suggested.

“Yeah, we can save that for another time,” Dave agreed. “Although the article we read about double penetration looked interesting. Can you ever imagine doing that?”

“I think it could be fun to try once we have more experience with threesomes,” I said.

This was a fun discussion that set the mood nicely for the evening. I would enjoy it if Dave tore my clothes off and fucked me right then. I slid my hand over to the bulge in his pants and suggested he pull it out. He complied, and I wrapped my mouth over the tip to taste the drop of pre-cum that had formed.

“So, if you cum now, will you still be at peak performance tonight?” I asked Dave.

“We’re just getting started,” Dave said with a smile. “I’m planning on multiple pops tonight.”

“I’m gonna hold you to it,” I teased Dave.

We both stood up and removed our clothes quickly. I lay on the bed, and Dave went down on my wet pussy. When I’m in the mood, I can climax rapidly. That is the case right now. I let loose a nice orgasm in response to Dave’s tongue. As I came down from the convulsions, Dave slid his dick in, and that brought on a second climax.  It felt enormous and deep, and his thrusts met the waves of pleasure that were pulsing through my body.

It did not take long before Dave pulled out and sprayed cum all over my chest. I fingered a few drops and then brought the wetness to my lips. I loved the taste of his cum and secretly wondered what Kent’s cum would taste like.

Dave looked at me and said, “I thought it might be rude for me to cum inside you just before you’re with another guy.”

“You’re such a thoughtful lover,” I whispered as I kissed him.

We showered and took our time getting ready. It was pleasant to have a relaxed afternoon. As we dressed, we exchanged several innuendos about the upcoming event. At one point, while I was putting my makeup on, Dave came up behind me and caressed my boobs. He joked about having four hands on them. Then he wanted us to bet on whose cock would be in me first.

“I think I can influence the outcome,” I said lightheartedly.

“Okay, how about we bet on who cums first,” Dave suggested.

“That is probably a more challenging bet,” I said. “I think there’s a good chance that Kent will cum first, but if you want, you can bet on him, and then I will have the challenge of making you cum first.”

“That’s an interesting twist,” said Dave. “I’ll take you up on that bet.”

We shook hands, and I went on to finish getting dressed.

We had decided to meet at the Irish pub in town. Kent loved Guinness, and we thought it would be a good start to the evening. We arrived on time to a lively crowd. We settled into a booth and kept an eye open for Kent to show up.

I had decided to dress rather casually. I wore nice jeans, cowboy boots, a baggy sweater, and a scarf. I wore a denim jacket over the sweater because the winter wind had picked up again. As we walked into the pub, Dave commented that he liked the Western look of the outfit.

My response to his comment was unusually witty: “I thought it would be good for riding.”

We laughed, and he put his arm around me and pulled me close.

Dave and I decided to have the small talk at the pub and then ask the tricky question over dinner. That seemed like a good flow for the evening. We didn’t want Kent to feel like he was being set up, even though that’s precisely what was happening.

Kent showed up, and we greeted one another. Dave and Kent shook hands, and then I hugged him.  I let the hug linger, sending a subliminal message that I enjoyed having his body close to mine.

Over a few drinks, we discussed his opinion of the storm and the speculation about getting power back. I’m not much of a beer drinker, so I had red wine while the guys drained a few beers.

“So you mentioned that there was a new project you were considering,” asked Kent.

It was true that we had been casually talking about expanding the deck and covering part of it. I told him we would discuss it when I invited him to dinner. We explained our thoughts, and Kent made a few suggestions. It all made sense to him, and he said he would love to bid on the project.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I need some dinner,” I announced.

The guys agreed, so we settled the bill and headed across the street to the restaurant. The noise level was slightly lower, making a discreet conversation a little easier.  We knew this restaurant well, so ordering food and a bottle of wine did not take long.

I decided to break the ice and ask Kent about any recent relationships. He shook his head with a smirk.

“I have a couple of ladies I hang out with,” said Ken. “But nothing serious.”

To me, That answer meant that he has a couple of fuck buddies he sees regularly. I was not surprised by the answer. Kent’s a great guy, but he doesn’t have big aspirations for his career or an ambition to upgrade his life. He’s comfortable with his current situation, and being single was one of the aspects of his life that he liked.

We went on to talk a little more about people we know in common and the local happenings. Kent is a great conversationalist, and he always has some adventures to describe. Since it was winter, we got to talking about back-country skiing. He has quite a passion for being out in the deep snow.

The food was now served, and we continued the conversation while we ate.

“Back-country skiing is really enjoyable, but it also requires good fitness,” I said. “We’re hoping we will stay in good shape for another twenty years to keep doing it.”

“I don’t see why you can’t keep going well beyond that,” said Kent. “You guys are in amazing shape.”

“We enjoy staying fit,” said Dave. “And we’re still passionate about skiing.”

“What type of workouts do you guys do?” asked Kent.

“In the warm seasons, we like to mountain bike, hike, play tennis, and I still love to do trail running,” answered Dave.

“We do most of those activities together,” I said. “We don’t hang out at the gym and just work out. That’s never been our thing.”

“What kind of workouts do you guys like to do in the Winter?” asked Kent.

His question was perfect for making a joke and transitioning the conversation. I couldn’t believe it.

I gave a flirty laugh and said, “It’s hard in the Winter to find fun activities other than skiing. We mostly have sex all the time.”

Kent and Dave laughed, and I tried to keep a straight face.

“Well, it seems to be working for you guys,” said Kent. “I think I’ll get on that exercise routine.”

I kept the joke going and said with a serious tone, “Doing it right takes a lot of practice. But for some people, it comes naturally.”

The joke caught Kent right as he was preparing to sip his wine. He burst out laughing and nearly spit out the wine.

“Oh my god,’ said Kent. “That’s too funny.”

“Cindy’s on a role here,” said Dave. “But it’s not far from the truth.”

“You got to burn calories somehow,” I said with a grin.

“Well, the results seem to be worth all the hard work,” said Kent as he looked at me.

I struggled to find the proper segue to the more critical question of joining us for a threesome. Fortunately, Dave was quick and was able to get the conversation started.

“You know, all joking aside, Cindy and I love having sex, and we’re probably more adventurous than most couples,” he explained. “I think that helps to stay young and interested in one another.”

“I agree,” said Kent. “You guys are great together. Most of my customers are not like that. You see a lot of stressed-out couples, especially during a building project.”

“Yeah, sex is a critical component for getting through a building project,” I added. “Wine is the other critical component.”

 The conversation had a short pause, which left me with an opportunity to be bold. We were done eating dinner, and I felt it was now or never.

“Kent, we’ve known you for a long time. You have been a fantastic partner on building projects, and we consider you a great friend.” I felt my voice waver a little. “We are looking for a partner to join us in a menage et trois.” As I said it, I looked at him and smiled a little.

His eyebrows raised, and he breathed in a little as he looked at Dave and me.

 “Are you guys serious?” Kent asked.

“Of course we’re serious,” I said light-heartedly. “We would love it if you were interested.”

The big question was on the table. I held my breath to hear his answer, and I started worrying that he might say we were crazy.

“I hope we didn’t shock you,” said Dave.

“No, not at all,” Kent replied. “All I can say is cool.”

I laughed and found it to be the most likely response I would have expected. Kent is quite chill, and he does not get rattled easily.

“So, would you consider it?” I asked.

“There isn’t much to consider,” said Kent. “I’ve always liked you guys, and now I like you even more. I would try it if you promise it won’t affect our friendship.”

“It won’t affect our friendship at all,” I assured him. “I’m not weird about stuff.”

“Would this be a new experience for you?” Dave asked.

“Ahh, no,” said Kent with a bit of embarrassment. “I have done some wild things. Let’s say I have some experience with group sex.”

“Has your experience been positive?” I asked.

Kent cocked his head and thought about it for a few seconds.

“I would say yes, but I have also seen some hurt feelings,” Kent said. “It can get complicated. Do you guys have an open marriage?”

“No, not at all,” I said. “We just like some sexual adventures.”

“We’ve had experiences with couples,” Dave said quietly. “That was a lot of fun, and we thought a threesome would be something different.”

Dave seemed to want to give the impression that we were occasional swingers, which we were not. We had experience having same-room sex with other couples, and that should count for something.

“So, you’re not looking at this for a relationship,” said Kent. “More like a one-night stand.”

I laughed a little, then nodded to affirm his statement.

“So, in my experience, the ladies are not usually the ones coming up with the idea,” said Kent.

“Yeah, I can see that,” I said. “But, in this case, we both decided, and I may have driven it more than Dave.”

“I think that’s unusual, but I’m glad you agree,” said Kent. “So why me?”

I responded quickly, saying, “I want someone I am familiar with and not some stranger. We’ve known you for a long time, and we can trust you to be discrete about it.”

Dave jumped in, saying, “I think you also meet the physical criteria Cindy is looking for.”

“Oh, what’s that?” asked Kent.

“Good looking and fit with a good personality,” I said.

Kent went on to ask several more questions, which we answered honestly. We did not feel any need to hold back. He was genuine and made us feel like the discussion was normal. I was very relaxed having the interaction about a delicate subject. I probably should have been worried about who might be listening, but I didn't think there was much risk of being overheard.

“I am very flattered you asked me to join you,” said Kent. “I’m assuming there’s no plan for male-to-male interaction.”

“No,” I said.

“Good, I’m not judgmental. It's just not my deal,” said Kent.

“This is a two-on-one arrangement, and Cindy will be the center of attention,” said Dave. “I may watch you two.”

“Got it,” Kent replied with a smirk. “You said you had a hotel room. Are you interested in consummating this relationship tonight?"

“Hey, we’re flexible,” I replied. “We can continue the evening in our room if you’re up for it. If not, we can enjoy the dinner and talk about getting together another time.”

“No pun intended,” said Kent. “I think I’m up for it. This seems a little transactional, but it’s only that way if we make it that way. Again, our friendship is more important than a one-night romp.”

“I assure you this won’t affect our friendship,” I said. “The only difference I expect is that we will certainly hug when we meet in the future rather than shake hands.”

Dave commented, " It sounds like we are all in agreement to make a night of it.”

I wanted to control the situation, so I suggested that I head back to the hotel room and get it ready for our nighttime activities, and the guys stay back for another drink. They looked at each other and agreed that the idea made sense.

“Ah... one more thing,” Kent said quietly and with some hesitation. I feel weird bringing this up, but should we discuss protection? “

I looked back at him but did not know precisely how to respond.

“I think you know, I have sex with multiple partners,” said Kent. “I’m selective, and my group of friends is consistent about testing regularly and being safe.”

“That’s good,” I said with a nod.

“I am assuming you guys are not a risk to me,” said Kent. “I just want to be open about my current partners.”

“Thanks, that’s important. How big is the group?” asked Dave with a curious laugh.

Kent smiled and was unsure how to reply. He went on to explain that for several years, he has been having sex regularly with four ladies. They are all open with each other about it, and they all have some other partners. No one in the group was exclusive. There had also been some group sex with two of them and some other guys.

“So it sounds like you are open with the others about everything?” I asked.

“For the most part, yes,” said Kent.

“Will you tell them about us? Asked Dave.

“Probably, but I won’t use any names,” explained Kent.

“So, we will become an anonymous extension of your group,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Yes,” said Kent. “I think it’s important to be honest and also to assure you that the risk of an STD should be minimal.”

“If that’s the case, then we can skip the condoms,” I said, looking toward Dave. “God knows we don’t need to be concerned about pregnancy.”

We all laughed at that comment. It was good that Kent was very comfortable with the delicate topic and cared about explaining his situation. The discussion made me a little curious about his group. I wondered if I knew any of them. He might be fucking some of my friends.  That would be fun to think about in the future.  

“Give me about thirty minutes,” I said with ease. I was nervous, but I didn’t want to show it.

I rose from the table with a smile for both of them, then slowly turned and walked out slowly, giving the guys a chance to watch me on the way out. I peeked back at them and gave them one more quick smile.

The rain was coming down hard as I left the restaurant. The thought ran through my mind that the storm was a million miles away from me. The house was buttoned up, and we had a great hotel room to ride out the storm comfortably. To pass the time, we were going to have a fun night of sex with a new partner. My pussy was tingling with anticipation.  

“I just want you to know that we’re both pleased you’re up for this tonight,” Dave said to Kent with a reassuring nod. “It will be a new chapter in the book for us.”

“Well, I hope it lives up to your expectations,” said Kent. “Things like this can tend to create some weird emotions.”

“Yes, that’s always a possibility,” said Dave. “We agreed that we would do this and have no regrets. If it doesn’t play out positively, we’ll move on.”

“I don’t want to be the cause of any issues between you two,” said Kent.

“Hey, we’re thankful you're up for playing along,” said Dave. “Don’t feel any pressure from us. This is just for fun.”

Kent went on to say that he would take the queues from them and move slowly throughout the entire process. Dave felt it wasn’t necessary to be so careful, but he appreciated Kent’s concerns.

“Has Cindy had sex with other guys?” Kent asked.

“Not since we were married,” explained Dave. “Tonight will be the first time.”

“I’m honored,” said Kent. “Do you have any reservations about seeing Cindy with another guy?”

“None,” replied Dave quickly. “It’s going to be as exciting for me as it will be for her.”

After the short drive, I returned to the room and readied myself for the evening. The choice of clothing was difficult. I struggled with the balance of looking sexy and not slutty. I had brought a couple of outfits to the hotel to make a selection at the last minute. Well, that time was now, and I was still indecisive.  I decided to wear the matching black bra and panty set with a sheer shirt that I would leave open. I also decided to put on some black high heels. These shoes make my legs look longer and hike up my ass a little.

With that decision made, I worked on my hair and freshened my makeup. I knew my effort was probably a waste of time since neither guy was discerning. But the preparation made me feel good, and I enjoyed the idea of preparing myself to get fucked by two men at the same time. The challenge of meeting the interests of multiple partners was very intriguing to me.

Preparing did not take long, and I felt excited about the guys' arrival. I looked around the room and decided to lower the lights. I had brought a portable wireless speaker to play music in the background. I searched around my streaming stations to find the right mood and settled on a sedative station that would not be distracting.

After just a few idle minutes, I heard the lock on the hotel door activate, so I went to the door to greet them. Both guys lit up as the door swung open. It was the exact reaction I was hoping for. I smiled and motioned to have them come in. This gave me a chance to twirl to show off my outfit slowly.

Dave followed behind me and gently touched me as he smiled, walked past me, and nudged me toward Kent. Without hesitating, I moved toward Kent and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips.  His mustache tickled a little as it hit my upper lip. As I backed away, I looked into his eyes and smiled.

“You look amazing, Cindy,” Dave said as he broke the ice.

“Yes, fantastic,” Kent agreed.

I smiled and gave a body shimmy to show I enjoyed the compliments. Kent was in front of me, and Dave was behind me. I was feeling very much on display, and I loved it.

Dave moved in close and hugged me from behind. I could feel his cock press into me as I continued to look at Kent. He smiled as he looked up and down my nearly naked body. I could sense his desire.

“Would you mind if I took a quick shower before we got things started? " Kent asked.

“Help yourself,” I replied and pointed toward the bathroom. “There are lots of towels there.”

Kent slowly turned and headed into the bathroom, then shut the door. This gave me a chance to check him out as well. I have always enjoyed his build. He has a more solid structure than Dave, which is the result of the physical career he chose.

I heard the shower come on, so I turned around and kissed Dave passionately. He responded to the kiss by wrapping his arms around me and feeling down my ass. I lifted my leg so I could press into him harder. It felt good to get the pressure on my pussy. His hand went down my panties and found the wetness I knew had developed.

“You’re already excited,” he said with a happy tone.

“I’m so fucking excited,” I replied. “I want this to be amazing.”

“It will be,” said Dave. “I’m confident.”