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.”
I realized it was time to stop the grilling. I said, “Okay, I am willing to try anything that you would like. Why don’t you have a conversation with Nancy and set everything up. I think it will be fun for all three of us.”
I turned on the Hitachi magic wand. Bumping the intensity up on the wand, I pressed it against my erection, knowing that Claire would feel the vibrations through my cock. I once again parted Claire’s outer lips with the head of my cock and placed it against her clit. Rubbing the vibrator up and down the length of my erection turned my cock into its own vibrator. It’s all I could do to keep from thrusting balls deep into Claire’s pussy, but I knew it would hurt her if I did. It wasn’t long before Claire was in the throes of another orgasm. She reached under my leg, and took my balls in her hand, tugging them gently. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Holding the vibrator against my cock as long as I could, I exploded, spewing cum over Claire’s pussy and tummy.
Nothing was mentioned about me being shared with Nancy for the next few days, and I was not going to be the one to bring it up, although I did hope that Claire was serious. Friday afternoon, Claire mentioned that we were picking up Nancy at 5:00 pm, and we were going to a nearby Mexican restaurant for happy hour.
We left the house, picked up Nancy, and arrived at the restaurant. As usual, Claire ordered her top shelf margarita with a shot of Grande Marnier, as did Nancy, and I had my usual Grande House Margarita. After a couple of rounds during happy hour, everyone was relaxed and enjoying the evening. I thought we were going to have dinner, but Claire said, “No, let’s don’t have anything here, let’s go home for dinner. I’ve got hors d’oeuvres made and waiting on us.”
When we arrived home, Claire said, “Why don’t you fix us another drink and put on music, while I lay out the snacks for dinner.”
I didn’t have the fixings for a margarita, so the ladies both said they would switch to a “Manhattan-like” drink, which consisted of Bulleit Rye, bitters, and Fever-Tree ginger ale. I also put on the Pandora Blues station. We sat out on the patio, sipping drinks, snacking, and listening to great music. I began to think, “Just maybe this will work out after all.”
As we sat chatting, I wondered if Nancy was even aware of the fantasy Claire and I had discussed. I didn’t want to ruin the evening by hinting at anything or making either Nancy or Claire feel awkward.
As it turned out, I didn’t have to worry. Nancy turned to Claire, and asked, “Have you had the discussion with John about our last few conversations?”
Claire looked at me, and replied, “Yes, and he was very excited and enthusiastic when I told him!”
When I heard her response, I didn’t know what to say. Both ladies looked at me expecting me to say something. All I could think of was a feeble, “I hope I live up to everyone’s expectations.”
Nancy immediately said, “As long as you don’t act like most men, who just want to bang a woman and leave, you’ll do fine. After all a woman’s body is made for giving pleasure and being pleasured, and I wouldn’t want you to forget the “being pleasured” part.”
It was obvious that Claire and Nancy knew a lot more about what was planned than I did, so I just nodded in agreement.
Claire jumped in, and said, “Nancy and I have had numerous conversations about ‘sharing’ you, and we will make sure that you enjoy yourself as well. I don’t think we should waste any more time. I think we would all enjoy a nice, warm shower. Let’s go upstairs to the bedroom and hop in the shower.” She stood up reaching for my hand, and for Nancy’s, and directed us up the stairs.
She and Nancy went into her closet, and she whispered to me, “Get undressed, put on your robe, and meet us in the bathroom.”
I did exactly as told, and while waiting, I heard the two of them kissing and then giggling while in the closet. A few minutes later, they both appeared in the bathroom wearing robes.
Claire said, “John, the plan is you warm up the shower for us, and we’ll join you.”
A little embarrassed, I slipped off my robe. Standing nude in front of them, I opened the shower door, and got in. The shower is not small. There’s a built-in seat, a rain shower head in the ceiling, and a handheld wand shower head on the wall. After the water was warm, I said, “Okay, it’s ready.”
The door opened immediately, and Claire and Nancy both stood there nude. Claire said, “Let me warn you, you need to make sure that you don’t get either my hair or Nancy’s hair wet. Just to be safe, why don’t you sit on the seat, and we’ll stand so we can keep our hair dry.” I agreed.
They both got in, and Claire handed me a loofah sponge and soap, and said, “Be sweet.”
I had only seen Nancy completely nude before in my imagination. She is voluptuous and beautiful. She was a little heavier than Claire, but her proportions and curves were breathtaking. I love the looks of a mature woman who has taken care of herself. I don’t find the skinny, model-types very sexy at all. After all a man wants something, he can grab hold of, and snuggle up to.