Fantasy of my wife having a threesome with two other men, sex stories, loving wife, We’re driving through my wife’s old town when we pass a restaurant named “Carlos O’Kelly’s.” The name always stood out to me. And as I’ve been doing for the last hour, I make a dumb comment, “it’s your favorite place, right?”
“No.” She says. “I mean, I’ve probably eaten there at some point….”
Of course she’d eaten there at some point; Carlos O’Kelly’s is a national chain, they serve Mexican food, her favorite. I’d been there with her once myself, albeit at a different location. I was about to tease her about it when I got a different idea. I’d been driving for a couple of hours, closing out a week of visiting family all over the state. I was horny as fuck. There’s no sex without privacy (privacy from family, anyway). So Carlos O’Kelly’s, well, in my head this becomes the two names it naturally is anyway, and a sexual fantasy begins to form.
“Carlos and O’Kelly,” I say, “I thought you loved those guys.” I regret saying it after it comes out of my mouth; it’s too subtle. I always try to be dirty with her, but I overthink it. Dreaming about women is an old pastime of mine, but she tells me she rarely fantasizes at all. I’ve got a whole harem of women in my head, and she never has anyone. I haven’t figured out how to play with her in this way, though every now and again she surprises me.
“As long as there are margaritas involved,” She replies to me with a grin, “I’m up for anything.”
Well, hold the bus. I think my wife just volleyed the innuendo back into my court! A momentous occasion! My imagination took immediate license to fantasize on her behalf. Before I knew it, I imagined the whole synopsis. Needless to say, this did not resolve my horny state of being. After running through several different scenarios, I brought it up again.
“That Carlos O’Kelly thing has got me all hot and bothered. Keep thinking about you with a couple of margaritas in your hand dancing around.”
“Oh?” She says, “Tell me more.”
With some notable exceptions, my wife is fairly straight-laced in real life, and as I said doesn’t fantasize much at all, but she does enjoy a peek at the naughty exploits I craft for us. I look in the back seat. Both our kids are asleep. Should I say more now? Should I risk them waking to hear some lewd story about their mother? No, it’s not worth the risk. I may have a perverted mind, but I can still be a responsible father. I mention my reservations, and we speak no more of it.
Our conversation shifts to other, less arousing topics. I find this terribly disappointing, but such is the nature of responsibility. However, in every lull, in every silence, there she stood, in the forefront of my mind, shaking her hips, arms raised above her head with a margarita in each hand. And she was not alone.
For a while, I debated with myself whether she was already naked. Or, maybe, they could undress her later, as part of the narrative? That’s how these things go, you imagine possibilities, and from them choose what you deem lascivious. Of course, this becomes difficult when you ask, will my wife be turned on? But at some point, you just have to have faith that in writing it all down, in sharing the fantasy, she will appreciate becoming privy to such an intimate set of thoughts.
So, I say, she’s already naked. She’s shaking her hips, drinking from both glasses at once just to be goofy, spilling some down around her cleavage. Carlos dances with her. He’s still in his swim trunks, his neck decorated with my wife’s undone bikini top. Who knows where her bottoms ended up, they’re not around anywhere. How long ago had she taken them off?
My wife has this habit when she dresses that she puts on her bra first, then her underwear. Similarly, when she undresses for the night, the bra is the last item she removes. I didn’t discover this behavior till we were married, and it’s always amused me. I work it into the backstory: Perhaps they have played a game, and Carlos and O’Kelly have won. My wife is tipsy and happy. She lost her bottoms; she lost her top. She likes that she lost, losing provided her the rationale she needed to kickstart this risqué adventure.
Still driving down the road, I decide I simply must share this with her. First chance I get I’ll write it all down. She’ll think it’s fun. Personally, I’m now hoping to get a blowjob out of it. Fantasies within fantasies.
Let’s say O’Kelly is the quiet man, and the gregarious Carlos takes the lead. He takes a shot of tequila, presses a lime to his lips, then grasps my wife about her moving hips and leans in to kiss her. Carlos is good looking and well built. He is an easy man to kiss. His will is strong, and my wife puts up only a token defense. Carlos knows what he’s doing, and after relaxing into his kiss, my wife knew she would give him whatever he asked.
She collapses into the strength of his kiss, and the grip of his embrace, but then, in hunger, she kisses back. Carlos is too slow, too romantic, and my wife has strong lips of her own. She kisses him boldly, and they massage their lips together in larger and larger circles.
But then, from behind, O’Kelly has reached out and begun to kiss the back of her neck. Surprised at first, she tilts her head back. Carlos rises above her, his lips still pressed against hers, he kisses now with the advantage, and my wife submits to his lead. Her knees buckle a little, and she leans back against O’Kelly, who supports her while running his tongue around the vertebrae of her neck. Carlos presses her into a sandwich. She feels compressed, out of control but contained.
They haven’t touched her sex yet, but she is wet. Her hands drift down Carlos’s body, stopping at his waistband. She began to think: “Why do they still wear clothes? Don’t they know I’d suck their cocks?”
This thought surprised her though–sucking cock–sucking two cocks! At the same time? She must be drunk. She must be exceptionally horny. She felt itchy to be naughty. “I might even take it up the butt,” she thought, something she’s never done before, even with me. She grew excited when she realized she was about to have her first threesome. Then, for the first time, she thought of me. “He’ll be so impressed with me…if he’s not too jealous!”
Hands ran across her bosom, lifting her breasts, cupping, massaging. She couldn’t tell whose hands they were, but I know first hand her tits are generous and tasty. I love watching her play with them in front of me; I love it when she flashes me. But until you’ve played with her tits yourself you can’t know how damn arousing they are.
Her ass was receiving attention as well, a hand gripped it tightly, with daring fingers daring closer to intimate places. Then she felt O’Kelly’s body fall away for a moment. When it returned, she felt something new against her ass.
My wife loves having the back of her neck kissed, and she loves having a hard penis tucked into the crack of her butt cheeks. O’Kelly was doing everything perfectly. I’m not sure what about this sensation drives her so wild, but she loves it. I’ve spent many evenings massaging her back with oil with my erection stiffly parting her ass. I think she must feel the whole length of a cock this way, building up anticipation.
She reached behind to grab O’Kelly’s butt, and she held it firmly in her hand. She didn’t want him to move away. She wanted him to slide that cock up and down against her ass. O’Kelly got the message. It drove her wild.
With her other hand, she reached for Carlos, feeling him through his trunks. They swayed back and forth like this, embracing and grinding and kissing until they all began to breathe heavily. She tugged at Carlos’s trunks, and when he finally stepped back to remove them, she knelt down to take his cock into her hand. He was very hard, and his penis stood straight up. He did not have to ask before she took his cock into her mouth. O’Kelly knelt down behind her to keep kissing her neck, and again she tilted her head back in rapture.
But Carlos did not press this advantage, he let her have her moment, and when she was ready, she returned to her blowjob with an added energy and appreciation, until O’Kelly again distracted her with another new sensation. He had his hand underneath her and with a light touch began to pet her outer lips. Feeling her moisture, he explored further, in and upwards, until he was massaging her opening. My wife had a hard time maintaining the focus of her blowjob under with this provocation and was somewhat relieved when it stopped. She wanted some control. She wanted to hear Carlos moan from her oral efforts.
Soon, he did. And as soon as he cried out, my wife felt a pressure on her shoulder. O’Kelly was offering his cock, too. She reached up and took hold. Now that my wife held them both by the cock, one in each hand, she felt the control she had desired. She likes this feeling. She likes feeling masterful, and when she held them and looked into their eyes and saw an impatience, she knew she was doing a good job.
She pulled them next to each other so she could take turns going down on them. She held them by the cock, and then by the balls, rhythmically squeezing as she sucked. One hand apiece. They both moaned and spasmed, and waited impatiently for the return of her skilled tongue. Then she had a positively naughty idea. She tried to put both cocks in her mouth at the same time. This maneuver wasn’t particularly pleasurable for anybody, but she felt deliciously dirty upon accomplishing the feat and grinned up at them with a devilish smile. It must have aroused the boys because next she knew Carlos had her standing up and facing away as he inserted himself into her.
O’Kelly began to suck on her tits, enjoying his play with them every much as I would. Then he reached down between her legs and found the spot of the day, lodging his finger in a fold next to her clitoris. He didn’t move his finger around at all, as the thrusts from Carlos were causing enough friction to drive her close to orgasm. She lowered her head against O’Kelly’s chest and enjoyed herself. She did orgasm, then pushed O’Kelly’s hand out from between her legs. Her clitoris required reprieve. Carlos continued to drill into her, and O’Kelly stepped back to again offer his cock for sucking. My wife didn’t hesitate to bend down at the waist and oblige.
Now if you ever get a chance to fuck my wife, let me tell you something you simply must try: sixty-nine with her, and do your very best to make her cum while your penis is still in her mouth. If sufficiently aroused, you’ll find her cheeks will grow so flush they are hot to the touch. She has this burning, moist, desperate breath blowing like mad across your cock, all while she’s moaning at the top of her lungs even though it’s all stifled with the dick you have in her mouth. It will blow your mind. Sometimes it’s too much for her, and she’ll pull your penis out of her mouth and rub it across her face, which as I said, is burning like a hot coal. At this point, it feels like she’s worshiping your cock with a praise of guttural, primal, pleasure.
Well, O’Kelly, the recipient of this treatment, let’s Carlos know too, and soon they have my wife all turned around so they can trade places. It’s not unusual for my wife to climax multiple times, and she did, and when poor Carlos got the hot breath therapy, he totally blew his load. They were cumming at the same time, and she had to pull him out while he kept squirting up into her hair. She held his cock against her face until she had finished with her orgasm.
Then my wife knelt down and lay her head on the floor, and O’Kelly began to pound away doggy-style. Carlos bent down to kiss the back of her neck, and she came a fourth time. Just the sound of my wife’s moans of orgasm could make men cum for miles, and O’Kelly was no exception. He pulled out and shot his load across her ass. That virgin butt will have to wait for another time; these boys succumbed to her other charms. But who knows what will happen next time she’s feeling this horny!
P.S.
It took a couple of days, but I did get this typed up. My wife laughed as she read it, and I got my blowjob, all of which felt great. We were fucking the other night, and she had this distant look in her eye for a little bit while she was riding on top. I couldn’t help but think this story contributed to her mental experience, but maybe that’s just a fantasy of my own.
