Surprises Come in Threesomes First, a little background. My wife Claire, and I have been married 36 years. It’s the second marriage for each. Each of us would fall into the “elderly” category used by news reporters describing victims of some news event.
It would be fun to ratchet up every reader’s breathing by describing the wild sex that we routinely have multiple times a week, but those days have been gone for at least a couple of years. Claire was diagnosed with breast cancer in her fifties. The tumor was small and discovered early, so she had a lumpectomy, was placed on radiation therapy, and instead of chemotherapy, she was placed on hormonal therapy. The outcome was very good regarding the cancer detection and resolution.
However, there were side effects, most likely caused by the combination of cancer therapies, menopause, and the normal warranty expiration that occurs on body parts as one ages. As a result, we are unable to have intercourse due to the pain Claire experiences with penetration.
Before I start receiving emails addressed to “You Poor Old Man”, let me state that we have multiple, very intimate, love-making sessions each week, which are very satisfying to both. However, they do not include penetration. We are very playful with each other with mutual masturbation; we give each other very sexy massages; we love oral, both giving and receiving; and our best friend has become the Hitachi magic wand vibrator. Claire usually has at least two or three orgasms, and some sessions have resulted in as many as five or six, all without penetration. For myself, I enjoy providing the stimulation for Claire’s orgasms, and usually have just one for myself.
We still explore our fantasies. Most of the fantasy exploration involves teasing Claire about sharing her with another man. It excites her to no end, particularly as I describe and demonstrate what another man would like to do with her. However, we’ve never realized the sharing experience. Claire also enjoys anal play with attention focused on teasing her perky butt, but she has been hesitant to try penetration.
In our latest love-making session, Claire was spread out in front of me, laying on her back on the bed. I was sitting with my back against the headboard. She had already had one climax from rubbing my rock-hard cock over her oiled pussy lips and against her clit. Her legs lay over my thighs and were wrapped around my waist. She was enjoying me teasing her wet pussy lips with a Lelo vibrator. I spread coconut oil over her pussy, and using the vibrator to open and spread her lips gently with its tip, I stroked her from the bottom of her pussy to her clit. As I massaged her slick pussy with the vibrator, she touched my hand, and asked me, “Do you ever think about sharing anymore?”
To say I was surprised is an understatement. I said, “Occasionally, but I’m not sure how we would make that work with your situation? Wouldn’t it be painful?”
She laughed at me, and said, “Silly, I’m not talking about me! I’m talking about you and Nancy!”
Rarely am I as gobsmacked as I was at that moment. I really didn’t know how to respond. We had never talked about me being shared, and certainly not with Nancy, who was a best friend to both of us.
We have been very close friends with Nancy for at least fifteen years. She has been single as long as we’ve known her. She is six years older than Claire, and four years older than me, however most people would never guess her age based on the way she looks and acts. She has a great look. She just recently changed her hair to silver/white from a reddish brown, because she got tired of coloring it every other week. It’s a great new look for her. She has a great sense of humor and is always fun to be with. We routinely run around together, seeing each other every other week at a minimum.
I’ve always thought she was a very hot and sexy, mature lady, but then I prefer ladies that are at least fifty plus. She has a voluptuous figure with curves that make you want to hug her. I’ve always fantasized about finding her completely nude in bed and snuggling up to her soft body. She and I have flirted on just about every occasion that we’ve been together. We have a tradition of slow dances together at holiday parties. We’ve always done little things like a peck on the lips or cheek when we see each other or hold hands when we’re walking down the street. I’ve also been known to sneak a pinch of her butt, which always makes her giggle.
Claire has never been bothered by my paying attention to Nancy. I’ve never done so at her expense, and she always is top priority for my attention. However, just being defensive, my mind raced trying to find an appropriate response to Claire’s question about sharing me with Nancy that would not result in me being cut off for the foreseeable future.
Claire laughed, and said, “I feel your answer.” Taking my erection in her hand, she vigorously rubbed the head of my cock up and down her lubricated pussy lips, just barely parting them, but I knew she was feeling it on her clit.
I remained silent and let her describe the fantasy as I leaned back and enjoyed the intimacy. Claire asked, “Can’t you see yourself with Nancy? The two of you look quite happy together when you dance. Just imagine that image, without clothes, in a bed.”
Claire added more coconut oil and continued stroking and rubbing my cock against herself, up and down her wet lips. She began making circles with my erection, spreading her lips with it, and pressing the head of my cock down on her clitoris. She began using it to tap her clit, making little, wet, slapping sounds. I loved the way it felt, as I felt Claire tighten, and have a small orgasm.
She sighed and laid back, relaxing. I leaned forward and massaged her inner thighs. She was slick with the coconut oil, and I spread it from the creases at the top of her thighs, down each leg where it joins her pussy, to beneath where her legs attach to her ass. She breathed a heavy sigh, as I moved my caresses to her lower abdomen and massaged her softly across her pelvis. As she relaxed, I asked, “What prompted you to suggest sharing me with Nancy?”
She started by describing her last conversation with Nancy. “The last time we went to lunch, Nancy was really down. She told me that she has no social life other than with us, or with her kids or grandkids when they visit. She wanted to find a nice man that she could do things with, like go to dinner, maybe go to a club, and even have occasional ‘no strings attached’ casual sex. She didn’t want a relationship that involved romance.”
While trying to keep from showing my excitement at where this might be going, I asked, “What’s that got to do with me?”
Claire told me, “It has everything to do with you. I’ve told Nancy about our situation and our inability to have intercourse. As you have probably guessed, Nancy and I have also explored a few bi moments together, and while I’m not going into detail, they have involved intimacy very similar to what we have together. And don’t forget that I’m not blind. I see you and Nancy flirting with each other all the time. I think we should invite her to join us the next time we are in the mood for intimacy and loving. And in case you didn’t realize it, I know that you miss the sexual satisfaction we had together for so many years.”