My wife and I are around fifty years old and recently became empty nesters. Our third and youngest child went off to college just a few months ago.

My wife and I have a fun sexual story to tell about our past, which I will need to dedicate another series to. Lately, though, our sex life had lost its excitement. Sex was just something we did every once in a while to scratch that itch.

Here is a history of our sex life when we were younger, which is much more interesting than the last ten to fifteen years.

After dating for around three years, we got married. My job was about to transfer me to another state. I had to propose now or never and I didn't want to take the chance of losing her.

When we dated, we were in our late twenties. The sex before marriage was good. Nothing to write stories about, but still good. She loved to give head but never swallowed. She loved to fuck, and had orgasms from both intercourse and her clit. She let me fuck her ass once, but she was drunk and I think trying to convince me to marry her, lol.

She was also an amazing beauty in her late twenties. No matter where we went, I knew I would have one of the hottest women in the room. Men are very visual when it comes to sex. Looking at a stunningly beautiful woman during sex simply makes the sex better for a man.

Along with a job transfer, comes a new town with a fresh start. This was the first time either had ever lived with another person. We dated sort of long distance before we got married, so this was also the first time being around each other every day.

Our sex life definitely improved. We had sex pretty much every day, and often twice a day. We took showers together and gave each other back rubs and foot rubs... all the newlywed stuff. We also ordered sex toys and other things online, including vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, and even a strap-on dildo.

The reason we ordered the strap-on was because she wanted to fuck another girl with it, but I told her I also wanted her to try the strap-on with me. I had bisexual experiences in my past that my wife didn't know about. She never asked me about it when we dated, so I assumed she didn't want to know or it didn't turn her on, so I didn't mention it.

If she had asked, she would have found out that I had more than a few bi experiences before we met. I had stroked and sucked a few guys during mutual masturbation sessions and given two full blowjobs. I had been fucked twice by other guys, and even fucked one guy, but I didn’t like topping. I liked bisexual play, but never as much as being with a girl. All those experiences happened when I didn't have a girlfriend and was just super horny.

She had many girl-on-girl fantasies, but they had all been unfulfilled. I was surprised that she had no sexual experiences with other girls through high school and even college. She admitted that every time I licked her pussy or used a vibrator on her, she imagined it was another woman. She even fantasized another woman was using a strap-on sometimes when we were having sex.

I would ask, "Which girl? Do I know her? Is it one of our friends? Or a girl from college?” I was dying to know what woman she pictured in those fantasies.

She always said it was just an anonymous woman, who was very pretty, with blonde hair and bigger boobs than hers. My wife has small boobs, which I don't mind. I think small boobs are prettier than big boobs.

She wasn't shy about her bisexual desires. She said she wanted to do it all; kissing, lots of boob play, licking pussy, and finally fucking her with a strap-on. She had obviously imagined it many times in her head.

We ended up meeting a couple in the new town who became our best friends and eventually our sexual partners. So, even though this is about our first threesome, we had foursomes in the past. (this is the past that I will write a whole series on in the future)

It was a fantastic sexual experience for us. We did everything with them! My wife finally experienced every kind of lesbian sex you can think of. I watched her get fucked by the other guy many times while I fucked his wife. Eventually, they even asked us husbands to suck each other. There was no hesitation on either of our parts. Once we started though, it only lasted less than one minute before the girls were so turned on that they pulled us apart and begged us to fuck them, which we did!

That sexual relationship lasted about a year, then our friends moved away. We never talked about whether we would look for another couple or not.

Once we moved and had kids a few years later, we met another couple that we really liked. We eventually had another open sexual relationship with them. This was more wife-swapping than anything else, but the girls did kiss and suck each other's boobs and licked each other's pussy quite a few times. The guy and I never had any contact with each other. We just fucked the other's wife many times!

I loved watching my wife get fucked. Every time it was a surreal, heart-pounding moment... watching her legs spread and watching another man's cock separate her wet folds and slide himself inside her. Watching from beside her in bed, or maybe across the room while she shook and shuddered with orgasms was always a sexy and amazing sight. She came every time another guy fucked her. I guess most people like fucking somebody new, and she got off on the taboo nature of being married but still fucking someone else.  

I also loved watching her suck cock. She told me she has enjoyed giving head since she was a teenager and gets excited having a new guy to please with her mouth.

All that was several years back, though. Now we are empty nesters and looking for ways to stay interested sexually. I have mentioned many times over the past several years that we should bring others into our sex life because we both enjoyed it so much in the past. But, my wife carried the 'mommy weight' she gained after having kids and didn't feel confident enough to follow through.

Recently, though, she started using a new, popular weight-loss drug, and has lost over 30 pounds! At five foot six inches, she now weighs 125 pounds and looks great! Her boobs are bigger than before after having kids too. She has long, blonde hair and still turns many heads with her classic beauty.

She dresses conservatively and has a pretty quiet demeanor. Most of my buddies have crushes on her, definitely for her looks, but also because she's reserved and demure. I think it comes across as mysterious.

Some of her friends have crushes on me too. I am five foot ten inches and weigh 160 pounds. I am a smaller-framed guy, slim and fit, with decent muscle definition, and in good shape. We're both attractive, but she is the hotter one for sure. I have a more dynamic personality, always introducing myself to new people, entertaining the crowd, etc.

Sorry for the long setup to the threesome, but I think some history helps paint the picture better.

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After losing the weight, she decided to start playing tennis again. She won't admit it, but she knows how great she looks in a tennis skirt. Her legs look like they did in her twenties! With a flatter belly and bigger boobs, she gets a lot of looks from guys.

Our sex life is still pretty tame though, like I said before. We do it sometimes, but it's rather vanilla and not too exciting.

One day I told her to meet me for lunch after tennis. We hit our favorite Mexican food spot, which has a great bar that we always sit at. These lunches are usually around 2 p.m., so we often order drinks with our food, and sometimes stay there for a while day drinking if we're having fun.

That day we sat at the bar and I told her how great she looked in her tennis skirt.

She's modest and said "Not as good as I used to.", or something like that.

I challenged her though, saying her legs looked like they did when we met and I would fuck her right there at the bar if I wouldn't get arrested.

I told her every guy in the room watched her as she walked in.

She replied, "I doubt that. Maybe twenty years ago, but not now." She still didn't have the confidence or realize how good she actually looked.

"I'm not joking, babe. I watch guys when we're together. I want to see how they look at you, and they do not disappoint! That guy over there has been checking you out the whole time." I told her, nodding my head toward a guy at the bar.

He was around forty years old and quite good-looking. He looked taller than me but that was hard to tell with him sitting in a barstool, and he had a bigger build than me.

"That guy?" she discounted. "No way. He's younger than me and... actually, very attractive. No way he's checking me out."

"He is, babe, I promise. You know how I notice everyone in the room." (this was a gift I have because I work in security, and it sometimes annoyed her)

"Just turn like this..." I moved our bar stools so she could see him without making it obvious, "look at me while we talk, but glance over my shoulder and you'll see him check you out."

"Oh my gosh, you're so dumb." She said, but with a smile she couldn't conceal. She knew that if I was going through this much trouble, I was probably right, and this younger, hot guy was actually checking her out.

We kept talking, but I could tell she wasn't engaged in our conversation. She was trying to keep an eye on the other guy.

After a minute or two passed, she said, "Okay, you're right. He's looked over a few times. Wow, look at me getting flirted with!" she said slapping my arm.

"I told you, you're hot! You always look amazing in a tennis skirt. And not in a tennis skirt." I joked back. "I bet he's already picturing you taking it off and wondering how you trim your pussy." I whispered.

"Oh stop it! Guys don't just picture stuff like that." she naively answered. She has never seemed to understand how sexual men really are.

"Of course they do, babe. Why don't you have some fun with it? Next time he looks over, look back at him and smile." I told her.

"You want me to flirt back with him? Why?" she said.

"Because it's fun. And exciting. Maybe you'll get all turned on and I will reap the benefits when we get home." I admitted.

"Yeah... that's true, I guess," she said with an off tone like she was disappointed I would be the one reaping the benefits.

"Wow... what does that mean?" I asked. "Sounds like you'd rather HE reap the benefits than me. Try not to make it so obvious next time."

"What? No, no. I don't even know him." she said, which accidentally revealed her true desires. She didn't say she didn't want him to reap the benefits of her getting turned on, she just said she didn't know him. I know very well and could read between the lines. What she really meant was, that if she did know him, she would surely like him to reap the benefits of her being turned on.

This might bother some guys, but not me. I loved watching her with other men before. It's the sexiest thing I have ever seen or done. I'm not insecure or jealous.

"Well, I can arrange a meeting if that would help," I said sarcastically.

"You're weird." she tried to play it off, but she realized that she had admitted her own curiosity about him. I liked that she was feeling sexy and confident enough to be excited about a hot guy checking her out.

It all caused some tension and we were quiet as we ate and had another drink. I wanted to break the tension and let her know I wasn't bugged at her.

"So, is he still checking you out?" I mentioned without care.

"Yea. I guess so. He looked over a few times." she answered, trying to act like she barely noticed. I knew otherwise though.

"Remember all the fun we had with those other couples? I mean, I know you remember. But, do you ever think about it?" I asked, placing my hand on her bare thigh.

"Sometimes. I guess. Why?" she answered in long pauses.

One thing I forgot to mention earlier, is that the second couple we slept with ended badly, costing us the friendship with them. We agreed to never have sexual relations with close friends again. I suggested we find like-minded couples outside our friend group for just sex, but she never agreed to do it. I also suggested threesomes instead of foursomes, but again, she disagreed, mostly because of her weight I think. She didn't feel sexy about herself.

"Well... I think about it plenty. And I really liked us doing all that stuff. I loved watching you with both of those guys. I mean, I really loved watching you with the girls too. That was like, amazing. But I like watching you have sex either way. It's unbelievable watching live porn my smokin' hot wife having sex and having orgasms with other people and all that stuff. Really!" I was trying to lay the groundwork for my next suggestion.

"And?" was all she said.

"I would totally like to have a threesome with you and another guy. Or girl, of course. I see that guy who you think is hot. And he's totally checking you out. And I can tell you'd be interested if you could. Right?" I pressed a little.

"I mean, but he's probably too young and too hot for me," she said, already knowing where I was going.

"Wasn't he the one checking you out? Why don't you smile at him and see what happens? See where it goes. Maybe it's just a flirting smile at the bar. Or, maybe we meet him. Maybe... anything I guess," I offered open-mindedly.

"He's caught me looking at him a few times too. I think he knows I've noticed him," she admitted.

"Oh, I'm sure he's caught on. I'm telling you, you look amazing in that tennis skirt," I said back.

"Ok." She took a long pause. I saw the pondering in her eyes. "But I will need another drink. Order me one while I go potty," she said hopping off the bar stool and purposely walking in his direction. I imagine she wanted to show off those great legs, get a closer look at him, or maybe flash another smile.

I watched the man's eyes follow her to the bathroom. When he turned back, I was looking right at him. I nodded and smiled, letting him know I saw him watching my wife. He smiled back at me.

I suddenly also wondered where all this was headed. What did she want another drink for? Just to smile and flirt? Or was she thinking of more? I had no idea, but I felt myself getting a little hard thinking about it.

As I tried to get the bartender's attention, our new stranger noticed and pointed the bartender my way. I ordered another drink, then looked back at the man, held up my drink, and said thanks. He nodded back, holding up his drink as well.

I decided to go ahead and make a move, so I motioned to the empty spot next to me, offering him to join us. He nodded back and walked over toward me.

"Hi, I'm Chris," he said extending his hand to shake and taking the barstool next to mine.

"Hey, I'm Jeff." I shook his hand. I couldn't help but notice that his hand was rather large, but it matched his frame, standing around six feet two inches tall with broad shoulders and body. He was quite a large man, but not fat.

"Thanks for the invite. I was getting bored down there by myself," he said.

"Anytime. Thanks for sending the barkeep my way. Don't wanna keep a lady waiting for a drink." I wanted to bring her up in conversation to see his reaction. He played it cool though.

"No, you wouldn't wanna do that. That's your wife I take it? What is she drinking?" he asked.

"She played tennis today, so mimosas are the designated after-tennis drink. Or maybe a VCR," I explained.

"What's a VCR?" he asked.

"Oh, it's vodka, cranberry, and Redbull," I explained. It's a good pick-me-up in the middle of the day, so the alcohol doesn't make us too tired.

"Do you drink those too?" he asked. I told him at home that's what we start with if we're going out.

I saw my wife approaching from the bathroom. She was walking up behind him so he could not see her. When she looked up and saw him sitting next to me, she froze! The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes bugged out and silently mouthed "Whaaaat?". I just smiled and kept talking to our new friend.

She circled around him and sat next to me.

"Hey, babe, this is Chris. He helped me get the bartender's attention so I invited him over to say thanks," I explained, all the while laughing inside at what she must have been thinking.

"Hi, I'm Gwen," she said quietly.

"Gwen." He paused for effect. "Nice to meet you. I'm Chris or Christopher. Whichever you like." He wasn't shy about letting us both know his attraction for her, that was for sure.

Then an awkward silence happened. All three of us just sat there for a few seconds. I needed to break the ice.

"You live around here? I don't think I've seen you here before, and we're here a lot." I laughed.

"Yes, I actually like about five minutes from here, right in the Lakes," he told us. The Lakes is a nice, upscale community right behind the restaurant.

"Oh, nice. We're just down the road in Red Oaks," I said.

"Did you play today?" he asked Gwen, referencing her tennis skirt.

"Yes. I had tennis drills. Do you play?" she tried to make conversation, but I could tell she was nervous.

"Tennis? No, never tried that. I played soccer when I was younger. Actually, I still play most weeks," he explained. That made sense for how good of shape he was in. I still guessed Chris was around forty years old. I could tell he spent plenty of time in the gym too.

"You been to this place here much?" I asked him.

"Just once before. Seems like a good spot," he told us. We were all making small talk at this point. Then some real conversation started.

"I'm umm, recently single. So, looking for some new places, or whatever." He opened up to us.

"Were you married?" Gwen finally joined the conversation.

"No, we lived together. So, not quite a divorce, but... you know," he told us.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's hard either way. How long were y'all together." now Gwen was taking interest.

"About five years. Lived together just the last year or so. That's when we figured out it wasn't working." he opened up more.

"Well, glad you made it out today and we got to meet a new friend," I jumped in.

"For sure. Thanks again for inviting me over," he said.

"Our pleasure." Gwen sounded pretty flirty with that comment. I decided to move forward with that.

"Yes, our pleasure. Maybe we can get your contact info and let you know when we're coming up next time. You can meet us," I said, feeling Gwen's knee push into my leg. I think he may have noticed it too.

I thought this was enough for a first meeting. It would be fun to go home and get Gwen naked, knowing she would be thinking and fantasizing about Chris. Then maybe take it further in the near future.

"For sure. Remind it again, it's Gwen and?" he asked, admitting he remembered her name and forgot mine.

"I'm Jeff. I'm the forgettable one," I joked. "But sitting next to her, I'm used to getting second billing, right?!"

"Oh please," Gwen replied pushing on my arm.

"He's not wrong," he said boldly to Gwen.

"Not that you're forgettable... umm, what was your name again?" he joked. "Just kidding Jeff. But you did turn most every head in the room when you walked in," he said looking at my wife. Gwen looked down and blushed.

He was not shy about flirting with her right in front of me. I couldn't tell if I liked that or not.

"See! I told her that just a few minutes ago and she didn't believe me." I exclaimed.

Another awkward silence took over that needed fixing. I decided to really test Gwen's intention and his as well.

"It's too nice out today to sit in here. Y'all wanna go somewhere with a patio for another one? Or, we just live down the street. We could sit out back and have a drink? It's great today." I surprised both of them with the impromptu invite.

Gwen's hand found my side and squeezed hard, wondering what I was up to.

"That sounds good to me. But I need to let my dog out," he said disappointedly.

"Oh, what kind?" Gwen jumped in.

"Ya know, a doodle mix, like everyone seems to have. No shedding, can't have that in the house," he said, getting an "aww" from Gwen. Having a recent breakup and a cute dog at home will definitely get some sympathy points from women.

"Would y'all be up for my house this time, and rain check on yours? We can sit out back. I have a nice patio, pool all that stuff. Happy to open some good wine, or whatever y'all would like to drink," he offered.

I turned toward Gwen. I needed to look her in the eye and get her real response. She might say yes, but really mean no and I would be able to tell by her look.

"You up for a backyard drink, babe?" I asked.

"Sure, we can meet his little doodle," she said as a cover for what she was really thinking. I was shocked she was going along, but also excited about the possibilities.

"Here, take my number and I can shoot you the address. Or you can follow me if you want," he offered. We exchanged numbers and agreed to follow him to his house.

In the car, I told her that if this got physical, I was good with anything that might happen and that she could go all the way if she wanted. The ground rule we set was that I don't want to ever feel like a third wheel, or that I'm not in the room, which seemed possible in a threesome. I wanted us to both be involved in everything together. She agreed.

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He came outside surprising us with VCR drinks for both of us, saying we could start with these and asking what kind of wine we liked.

"Oh, he already knows our favorite drink? Nice touch," she flirted with him.

"A little birdy told me at the bar," he flirted back.

After some cocktails and small talk, Gwen went inside to use the restroom. This was my chance.

"So, Chris, I'm just gonna come right out and tell you... we usually wouldn't come to someone's house we just met. And we've never done anything like this before. Well, not exactly, but anyway. I think we'd like to take this to the next level... if you're interested," I admitted to him.

"Ok, cool. I was wondering. Are y'all like, swingers? Ya know, in the 'lifestyle'?" he questioned using fingers as air quotes.

"No, not at all. Well, actually, years back we fooled around with our good friends, but that was it," I kept on. "But this would be our first time doing this. A threesome."

"Well, I'm honored. And 100% into it. I haven't had a threesome before either. Well, not like this. My ex and I did, but I've never been the third person. Ours was always another girl," he told me.

"I hope we get to do that one day too. And I'm okay watching her with girls and guys. And I'm pretty open-minded in general. Why don't we go inside and intercept her on her way out and just take her to the bedroom. She's had a few drinks and I think she'll be into it," I boldly offered.

"As long as you think she's good with it, that sounds great," he agreed.

We hopped up and walked inside and waited for her to return. As she walked toward us, I approached her, wrapped my arms around her, and started passionately kissing her right in front of him. She was startled at first but then relaxed and we made out for a few seconds while he watched.

As the kissing stopped she whispered, "Does this mean?".

"Yes, we're taking you to the bedroom," I told her.

"Ok. But, babe, I need to shower," she said quietly. I totally forgot about tennis and should have foreseen the coming.

"Oh yeah, of course. Hey Chris, would you mind if she, or we, took a quick shower?" I asked him.

"Not at all," he said, then gently took her hand, bent down, placed his lips to hers, and kissed her softly. She returned the soft kisses. It was all happening less than a foot away from my face.

"Wow, I guess we're doing this," she said quietly and breathy.

"I could use one too," he continued. "If you're okay with it, my shower has multiple heads and can easily fit all three of us."

"Okay." Gwen offered back with a breathy before I could answer. I was going to say yes either way, but her responding so fast proved how excited she was.

We walked through his very nice house, then through his equally impressive bedroom and bathroom.

"Why don't y'all get in and I'll join you in a bit," he offered, which was very thoughtful, giving us a minute to discuss anything we needed to.

Gwen and I stripped down like teenagers and got in the shower without any words at all. First, we quickly washed up, giggling at each other when we made eye contact. Once we were all cleaned, we started making out under the many jets of water.

"Are you ready for this? I think you're about to get fucked all afternoon, babe," I whispered to her.

"I guess I am. Are you okay with it?" she asked.

"Yes. I can't wait to watch. And join! Let's keep it all about us though. We do everything together, okay? I don't want to sit in the corner and watch," I reminded her. She nodded in agreement.

"Knock, knock," Chris announced. He wore a towel around his waist, setting two more towels beside the shower. He dropped his towel as we watched his naked form step into the shower. Gwen and I released our embrace to invite him in.

This guy was a stud, with a great build, towering four inches over me and with a very different build. He was tall and thick and solid.

I looked over at him and we both couldn't help but glance down at his package. Then I looked at Gwen and we both smiled at each other. We could both see he was quite hung.

"Is the shower okay?" he said trying to break the awkwardness of us standing there looking at each other naked. Gwen kept staring and didn't answer.

"It's really great. We need to look into getting one like this at home. Right, babe?" I said, trying to break her gaze.

I moved behind Gwen, placing her between me and this tall, naked man. I kept easing her toward him until they were touching. Once her boobs touched up against his skin, their mouths immediately found each other and they started kissing. His arms moved up and around her.

It was strange to watch his body with hers because he was so much bigger than me. I thought about how much different it must feel to her as well. The men from the other couples we hooked up with before were also about my size. This was the first larger man she'd been intimate with in at least twenty-five years, or maybe ever.

His hands felt up and down her body. He gently squeezed her ass. Her hands roamed around his back, along his arms, and even grabbed his ass too.

I was standing behind Gwen just watching. This felt like we were already breaking the ground rule we set, but since it was their first embrace, I let them have some time to explore each other.

After a short while, Chris' hand reached up and grabbed my arm aggressively, pulling me up against her from behind. I didn't expect him to be so forceful and directive.

We had a Gwen sandwich now, my front pressed against her back, and their bodies pressed together. I rubbed my hands along her sides and back. She found my hand and gave me an intimate squeeze. I kissed her neck. Chris reached around my back and squeezed my body into hers. Gwen moaned and sighed with the pleasure of two men against her naked body.

I pulled her hand from around his neck and led it between their bodies, below his waist. I couldn't see exactly what her fingers were doing, but I could tell she was touching his cock for the first time.

I couldn't stand not viewing this with my own eyes, so I moved beside them. They separated one side of their embrace and we all made a tight triangle, each standing shoulder to shoulder. We could all see the others' naked wet bodies now. Chris and I were both fully erect, as you might guess.

I am a little over five inches and not very thick. He was longer and thicker than me for sure.

I grabbed the liquid soap bottle and squeezed some into her hand and led it back to his cock. She lathered his shaft and balls and stroked him. I massaged the soap into her boobs. He put a hand on each of our shoulders and around our necks.

He pulled her mouth to his for a while, then directed her to mine as we each took turns kissing Gwen. This went on for a while and is a moment I'll never forget. So sexual and passionate.

When she was engaged in deep, tongue kisses with Chris, her hand would stop stroking his sudsy cock. I wrapped my hand around hers and guided it up and down. My hand eventually slipped above hers and we were both now stroking up and down on his throbbing tower. We moved in unison, giving him a two-fisted handjob that he was loving. I used my other hand to massage his sack. He was in heaven as we serviced our new favorite toy.

Gwen showed surprise that I was fondling his cock so freely with a smirky smile on her face.

"I don't want to get too close," he said, moving our hands from his soapy erection and placing hers on my own rock-hard member. She wrapped her wet and slippery hand around me and couldn't help but smile. I don't know if she smiled at the size difference, or just the fact she has two cocks at once to play with. I'm guessing it was the size difference, though.

His hand went to her pussy and basically pushed mine away from her body, showing he was still in the dominant role.

She started moaning as I saw one of his fingers find her insides. Her hand slowed its motions on my cock, being consumed with his large fingers pleasing her.

"Before this goes too far, let's move to the bedroom," Chris said, removing his finger from Gwen's pussy. She gasped, not wanting him to stop. She must have been close to cumming already. He inserted his finger in her mouth as she moaned and happily licked her juices off.

"You two go ahead and I'll be there in just a minute," he directed.

We stepped out and dried off, heading for the bedroom. The first thing we noticed was his nightstand, where he had placed a bottle of lube, some condoms, and two vibrators.

"Wow... he's ready for this I guess," Gwen joked. She lay on the bed on her side with just the towel on, trying to look as sexy as possible. I sat on the edge of the bed with my towel on too. I glanced over at Gwen.

"You look so sexy. Are you nervous?" I asked.

"I guess a little. You?" she asked back. I paused for a second deciding on my answer.

"Yes, a little also. It's not too late to leave though, we can still get dressed and go home," I said, trying to sound serious, but she could see right through me.

"No way, not now," she joked back. "This is happening!"

Chris walked out with his towel around his waist. "Hope you don't mind that I got some things out we might want at some point."

"No. Perfect," I answered.

As he approached the bed he dropped his towel and looked at Gwen.

"Come sit on the edge of the bed," he ordered her.

"You can stay right there and watch," he said looking at me.

Gwen immediately crawled over and positioned herself next to me on the edge of the bed, directly in front of his naked body. I knew she wanted his cock in her mouth. He wasn't erect anymore but was still thick and swollen.

She leaned her face toward his dick, but he bent down and started kissing her instead. He was teasing her, making her wait for it.

As they kissed, his hands went under her arms and lifted her up to standing, and then he spun them around so he was the one sitting on the bed. He leaned back and spread his legs, offering himself to her. Gwen dropped to her knees in front of him. I sat beside them watching with bated breath.

Her hands looked so small on his muscular thighs as her tongue moved toward his manhood. He was about halfway hard, as she took the first lick of his cock. Then she kissed and basically made out with his cockhead. As he grew, her head had to move over the top of his hardening cock and her hair was getting in the way.

"Hold her hair up for her," he told me. It was a directive, not a request. I gathered her hair in my hand and held it behind her head. I was glad to, as it made for a much better view of my wife sucking his impressive cock.

"Will you get my hair band over by my clothes?" she asked, only removing his cock from her mouth long enough to get the words out. I quickly went to find the hair band, releasing her hair. When her hair fell around her face and mouth, she swooped it behind her head, then sunk down further between his legs. Her mouth went to his balls, engulfing one, then the other, while I retrieved the hairband.

As I walked back to them, my towel was holding down my erection, so I dropped it to the floor and handed her the band. As she pulled her hair back, I stood over her amazed at how sexy and beautiful she was.

Her mouth quickly found his shaft again, this time taking long licks from the base to the head.

"Get down on your knees with her so you can get a good view. I know you want to watch her suck me." He again ordered. He had somehow created a dom/sub dynamic with him in charge and Gwen and I following his commands. It wasn't what I planned or expected, but neither of us was complaining either.

I dropped to my knees beside her. My chest was pressed into his right leg while she was between them. It was odd having that much body contact with him. All of my past bi experiences were just about stroking or sucking cock. I had never embraced a guy or kissed a guy, and had no desire to. We were just young and horny and decided to give each other handjobs or blowjobs. But now, my chest was against his thigh and my arm draped over his leg as I moved as close as possible to watch my talented, cock-sucking wife please him.

When Gwen gives me head, she likes to open her mouth a little bit, stick her tongue barely out, and rub my cockhead back and forth across her open mouth. I call it her signature move. She looks me right in the eyes. It's very hot.

She started doing that move to him. She kept eye contact with me though, not Chris. I was awestruck at how much I liked watching her do this. His head was much bigger than mine and it looked so sexy watching it rub across her lips and mouth.

I gently grabbed her ponytail and pulled her mouth off his cock and to my lips. Our mouths opened wide and we attacked each other's tongues while we kissed.

"Damn, you are so hot!" I whispered between kisses. "I can taste him on your mouth."

While we kept kissing we both felt something pressing against the sides of our mouths, breaking up the kiss. We looked that direction and saw that Chris was pressing his cock in between our mouths. We both took the hint and backed off our kiss enough to let him push his shaft in between us.

Gwen started licking and sucking on her side of his head and shaft. I was only an inch or so away awestruck by the sight and sounds.

"Both of you lick it," he ordered. I gladly joined and started licking the half of his cock on my side. Her eyes were wide with surprise that I was licking another man's penis. Maybe she forgot that I did it briefly were our friends years back, or it had just been so long it was a big turn on.

Gwen's got the left half of his cock and I got the right. We worked our mouths in unison up and down his shaft like our hands in the shower, our tongues keeping him wet and hard. After working our way to the base and back to the tip, our lips would meet for a kiss, then start back down his shaft. Sucking cock with Gwen had been a lifelong fantasy which I had masturbated to many times. This was another moment I will never forget and hoped it wouldn't be the last time doing it.

Then Chris' hands abruptly reached down for Gwen, moving me out of the way. He stood her up and yanked her towel off. He laid back on the bed, his feet still on the floor.

"Crawl up on top of me. And you get between my legs and watch." He directed her, then me. As she slowly crawled up on his big frame, I positioned myself in between his legs. Her gorgeous thighs had to spread so wide to make it around his larger form, that it created an amazing view of her opened pussy lips and ass crack.

She started riding her wet slit up and down his rod. When the head would get to her opening, she pushed down, trying to get him inside her. She wasn't very wet yet (just an age thing), so it wasn't going in easily.

"Use your tongue or the lube and get her wet and ready," he instructed me. I eagerly moved my mouth to Gwen's awaiting cunt. I licked up and down, stopping to insert my tongue as far inside of her as I could, then leaving a large amount of saliva at her entrance.

Then I did the same to his veiny love tool, sucking him for a few seconds, and again leaving the tip covered in my mouth's natural lube.

I held his cock in place aligned with my wife's most sacred tunnel. She lowered down on him.

"Ooh... Ooh," she cooed with long pauses as she tried getting used to his size. It took about five gentle thrusts before he was buried inside my wife, her widening pussy lips now making their way to his pelvis and scrotum. I was right behind her, heart pounding and dick throbbing with precum already started to drip out of my slit.

Then he took control of Gwen. One hand reached around her ass and the other around her upper back and neck. She was like a rag doll to his big arms. He held her still and his hips started thrusting into her tight walls. She was getting more wet now, and her moans getting louder. His pace picked up and she tried to move her body up away from his, but he didn't release her. He held her there and fucked her the way he wanted.

She started cumming in less than a minute, her loud moans muffled by her head trapped in the nape of his neck.

He released his grasp and her body was like jello on top of him. Then he leaned up and reached his hand to my head. He grabbed my head and hair enough to guide me and then pressed my mouth into Gwen's ass crack.

My tongue immediately went to her tight little hole and started licking. She flinched at first but then settled in and allowed me to rim her asshole like I never had before. I was moaning out of excitement as well, loving that I could give her an unexpected pleasure. He slowly fucked her with long, deep penetrating strokes while I ate her ass.

Then he was ready to change it up.

"Lay down in the middle of the bed," he told her. She dismounted his body and did as she was told. I thought he would jump on top of her and fuck her brains out, but that wasn't his plan.

He crawled between her legs. I saw that her pussy lips were puffy and pink. His tongue lightly licked across her clit once or twice, then traveled down to her wet opening and licked from the bottom to the top. She moaned like a porn star on camera.

Then his body shot up to her mouth and they kissed. Her hand frantically searched for his dick, trying to get it back inside her. I loved watching how sexually charged she was. I hadn't seen her like this in ages.

He wasn't done playing with her though. He moved back down her body and his mouth back to her wet folds. He began licking her pussy like a pro, giving her clit some attention, then fucking her with his tongue, then back to her clit. He reached up and pulled and twisted her nipples. She was squirming and moaning all the while.

He was flat on his stomach at first, but then adjusted his position, lying on his side but keeping his mouth in between my wife's legs. Maybe it was uncomfortable lying on his big, hard cock. Once on his side, he lifted one leg displaying his nice package. He was only semi-erect.  

"Suck my cock and keep me hard," he told me. His tone was still commanding. Even though she saw my mouth on his erection just earlier, the sound of him directing me to suck him caused Gwen to snap up and take attention.

"Gwen. Gwen?" he said until she made eye contact with him. "Do you wanna watch your husband suck me while I make you cum?" All she could muster was nodding her head up and down. He looked at me and just gestured his head toward his pelvis. He was arrogant and domineering the way he did it, but I didn't hesitate to respond.

I reached for his cock and lightly stroked it as I found a position on the bed that allowed me to give him oral sex so that Gwen could watch my mouth at work. Once I got in position, I looked up at my wife. I moved my mouth to the tip of his again hardening cock and locked eyes with her.

"Suck it, baby. Suck it for him," she said between breaths.

I started with gentle and soft strokes of my mouth down nearly half of his massive shaft. I had never given head to a dick quite this big. I also gently stroked my fingers across his balls, knowing how that gets a guy hard quickly.

I enjoyed giving head every time I had a chance in my past, and this was no different. But, this was my favorite time by far, having Gwen there watching and encouraging me.

Once he was hard again, I performed more for Gwen, rolling my tongue in circles around his head, licking up and down his shaft, using the tip of my tongue in his slit, and even doing her signature move of rubbing his head across my open lips like she does to me. I went to his balls and licked and sucked them. I couldn't believe how big they were. I had been on testosterone supplements for a few years already, which made my testicles shrink a little. But they were never this big either way.

"His balls are so big, aren't they, babe?" I asked Gwen. She nodded again as her eyes stared at me servicing our new friend.

"I bet he's going to cum so much inside your wet pussy, babe," I added, letting her know I was okay with him shooting his seed inside her. This sent her shoulders off the bed, her legs wrapped around Chris' head as she screamed, exploding into a much bigger, clitoral orgasm.

She hadn't cum that hard in years! His head was clamped between her legs for at least 30 seconds as she screamed up at the ceiling. I stopped sucking Chris and watched in wonderment.

Once she calmed down, Chris reached and put his hand on my head, forcing it back to his cock. He kept demonstrating his command over us.

I went back to happily servicing his cock, but took a quick break to say, "She likes to get fucked right after she cums."

"Yes. Please fuck me," she begged now catching her breath.

He moved up her body and her legs wrapped around his waist as far as they could. He held himself above her, looking her straight in the eyes. She was soaked and wide open, awaiting the return of his invasion of her body. As he pressed down, his firm, purple head automatically found her pedals and again, eased up into her desperate cavity.

I watched the first penetration from the foot of the bed, then moved up, laying beside Gwen. I ran my fingers through her hair, kissed her neck, and breathed in her ear while she was being ravished by our dominant third.

After a few smooth, deep strokes, he pulled out and stopped, leaving just his head and the entrance to her wanting pussy.

"No, no! Give it to me!" she begged him. But he just pumped his head in and out a few times, driving her insane. I was impressed with his control. I would have already plunged in ball-deep and fucked her hard and fast.

When he sensed she couldn't take it anymore, he pushed his entire organ inside her at once.

Gwen screamed one inaudible yelp, then followed by, "Oh, fuck me. Oh, fuck me. Oh, fuck me." These were new words and screams than she has when we have sex, telling me she was reaching heights of pleasure she hadn't in a long time.

He started rocking back and forth, putting his full weight and size on her. Having a different man, a different body, and a different cock was pushing her sexual enjoyment through to new levels. Her head was tilted all the way back as she screamed through another orgasm.

As she came back down, she looked at him and pulled his mouth to hers, attacking each other's tongues. I was lying right alongside Gwen watching everything. If I would have even touched my dick, I would have cum right away.

Gwen's arms and legs started to drop in exhaustion from his large frame. "You're... amazing. You can fuck me more if you want to," she mumbled.

He sat up on his knees, pushing her legs toward her chest and pounded her hard for another few minutes giving her another orgasm. I would lean in and kiss her from time to time, then play with her nipples a little bit, then rub her clit. I think he could tell I was feeling a little left out.  

"Slide over," he ordered me. He pulled his shiny sword out of her and flipped her on top of him.

One thing I love about Gwen is that she can cum from getting fucked when she's on bottom, on top or doggie style. When she was younger, her favorite was on top of me, but on her feet squatting over my body. Sometimes the only body parts touching were my cock and her pussy, or sometimes she would have her hands on my chest to hold herself steady while I would fuck her pussy hard and fast from below. I was hoping to see her do that with him right now!

Once she was on top of him and resumed fucking him, he began directing again.

"Lay your head on my stomach and watch me fuck her." I did as I was told.

I laid my head on his firm stomach. He made her sit up straight on top of him, then leaned her backward, so she had to put her hands behind her on his legs to support herself. I had an amazing view of her pussy riding his cock. Her clit was exposed from how wide her lips were spread. I shoved my head in between their bellies, trying to lick her clit. He pushed my head, wedging me in between their flesh as my tongue attacked her swollen button.

When he let me up, I looked up at her and her down at me. I moved up to kiss her, not knowing if he would allow it, but he did. I kissed her hard, sharing her taste, and told her how amazing and sexy she was. I told her I loved her.

"Why don't you get up on your feet and fuck him." was the last thing I said before I went back down to lay on his stomach.

She pulled her knees up off the bed and onto her feet. She usually puts her hands on my chest to support her body, but he just held her hands in his and supported her while she bounced up and down on his thick tool.

My head was still watching from his stomach, only inches from her lips, stretched wide and wet around his pole. It was such an intense sight.

Then, she stopped bouncing on him and held still, waiting for him to take over. I reached a hand under her ass to help hold her up. I raised my head off his stomach, allowing him to thrust his hips into her. He started pounding his thick cock up into her. His hips were slapping into the bottom of her thighs.

This has always been her favorite position. Her moans started building to yet another orgasm.

"Are you ready to cum on me one more time Gwen?" he said very matter of fact.

"Oh... oh, yes," she tried to verbalize.

"Good, I'm getting close. Do you want me to cum deep inside your pussy? Is that what you want?" he demanded her answers.

"Yes. Yes. Cum inside me," she begged.

"I bet he wants to lick it all out of you? Don't you? Don't you want to lick my cum out of her?" he asked both of us.

Still holding her hands in his, he placed all four of their hands on my head, squeezing me for an answer.

"Don't you Jeff? Don't you want me to fill her pussy with cum so you can lick it out?" I wasn't sure what to say. I was so horny, I would have done anything.

"Yes. Yes, I want to lick your cum from her pussy," I admitted.

"You do baby?" Gwen asked between moans.

"Yes, I will lick it all out of you," I admitted in a sexual fog.

Then our domineering new partner took it a step further.

"How about if I pull out and you can watch me cum in his mouth? Would you like to see your husband swallow my cum while you watch?" he tormented. This finally sent her over the edge, igniting another orgasm.

"Oh God... yes, yes!" she belted out.

I wasn't sure if she said 'yes' to having her orgasm or if she was answering his question about me swallowing his load?

Her body settled down and stopped shaking, but he kept pounding into her. She could barely remain on her feet, but his strength and grasp held her there. Then his body started to convulse and shake.

"Oh... here it comes. Put it in his mouth and stroke my cock!" he ordered as he pulled out, her vacant and well-fucked love canal making a popping sound.

He pushed my head toward his cock, wet and covered in my wife's juices. I opened and wrapped my mouth around just the head of his cock. Gwen did as ordered, wrapping her hand around his shaft and stroking him into my mouth. Her fingers bounced against my lips at the top of each stroke. He let out a loud gasp.

"Ahh... Take it, take it!" He belted out.

We were dizzy with sexual desire. I felt his cock head increase in size inside my mouth and the top of his shaft pulsate. I sucked like his cock was a giant soda straw.

When his cum shot out, it hit the back of my throat in a hard spurt, then a second one, filling my mouth. I remember it being warm but don't remember the texture or taste of the first two spurts. I just swallowed it down to create room in my mouth, knowing he would be filling it more with his cum. The next eruption was before I could get his cock back fully back over his head after swallowing. His cum shot against my lips and across my cheek. I heard Gwen gasp in amazement at what she was witnessing.

I quickly returned my cum covered lips around his head as my wife continued milking his cock into my mouth. Gwen and Chris gasped through his entire orgasm, which seemed to go on for much longer than I expected.

His cum was still spilling into my mouth and over my tongue, but not shooting to the back of my throat. I tasted it now, and felt the texture in my mouth. It was mixed with the taste of Gwen's juices. I was very turned on knowing what I just did while she watched.

When I felt her hand stop moving and his cock stop pulsating, I slowly took him deeper as I could into my mouth and held him there. I felt Gwen's hand move to the back of my head and push me down even further on his length.

When they finally released my head and I lifted up, Gwen's mouth found mine and she licked the cum off my cheek and kissed me with amazing passion. She never swallows or even tastes my cum, but we were all so turned on, she seemed to enjoy sharing and tasting his cum with me.

"That was... so incredible honey," she told me sincerity.

"It was. I can't believe we just did that," I said sheepishly. "You liked it though?" I sounded sheepishly, worried about what she thought about me sucking and swallowing another man.  

"Oh my gosh, YES! It was so hot. Did you like it?" she replied.

"Actually, yeah. I did. You watching made it great," I told her.

We all sat silent for a few seconds.

"Oh, you're so horny right now. What do you want?" she offered.

"I want to fuck you. I want to feel your pussy after he pounded you with his fat cock," I told her.

Chris pushed me off of him and pulled her down to him. "Fuck her from behind, while I hold her."

Her body fell on him and I moved behind her, still following his orders. He held her down, not letting her move. I think he was simulating a forced sex kind of feeling for her.

I got behind her and slid inside of her with ease. I had never felt her pussy so loose, even after using larger toys at home. I grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, knowing my size probably wouldn't even make her cum again.

He wrapped his large arm around her body and another around her shoulders and head. He was whispering in her ear, but I couldn't hear the words. She responded to him saying either "yes" or "yes sir" to each whisper. He was making her call him 'sir'.

"I want it in my ass. Please finger my ass," I heard her respond to him.

His hand moved behind her ass and found her tight little hole. There was some moisture still there from her orgasms. He slipped half of his finger into her rarely penetrated asshole.

"Oh, yes!" she shouted.

My pelvis was now slapping against his hand instead of her bottom.

To my surprise, she started panting and moaning and had one more orgasm, surely spurred by him fingering her ass. That was all I could handle and I shot a long-awaited load inside her.

We all collapsed beside each other on the bed for a short while, then we got up and dressed. He hugged and kissed her before we left. He put his arm around my shoulder and patted me on the back, like something a guy would do to his little brother or something. We exchanged numbers and said we might have to do this again sometime.

This was only the first interlude with Chris. More to come.