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WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual language and activity, including rough sex. If such material offends you, please move on to a different story. There is something for everyone on Literotica.
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NOTE: This story is based upon my wife’s and my intimate experiences in our early marriage. For narrative and dramatic purposes I have condensed the timeline. However, everything described actually took place, but over a period of weeks, months and a couple of years, not days and weeks.
In the story I do not reveal my wife’s or my name, nor her lover’s because in our first ménage à trois we and our partner agreed to remain anonymous. At the time, and even now, the mystery added a further erotic element to that first experience. I hope you get that sense as well.
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THE ANONYMOUS LOVER
Looking back on it now, I can’t belive how naïve my wife and I were regarding sex when we were first married. Quaint, provincial, timid, unadventurous, cautious and yes, as I just said–naïve, totally naïve.
My wife and I met in college in the early 1970s and it was literally love at first sight. We were soon inseparable on campus. The fact that we shared the same major seemed to make us bond that much closer. By the next semester we were taking the same classes and sharing our textbooks.
Back then, if you saw one of us, the other couldn’t be far away. We did everything together. We quickly decided to get married and the ceremony was at my new bride’s family home with her parents footing the bill. She was from a well off family and I most assuredly was not.
We didn’t wait until the vows were exchanged to have sex. We were both eager and impatient. Once the invitations had gone out and my wife’s new prescription for birth control pills had taken effect, neither of us could wait to finally consummate our relationship.
We had suffered through several months of sexual angst waiting for the big day night to arrive. It had been a frustrating several months involving a great deal of mutual masturbation. On the night we finally did the deed, we went out to dinner to celebrate beforehand.
That was the first time I saw my future wife totally naked, and it proved to have been worth the wait. Now let me be clear, my wife was by no means glamourous nor did she look like a Hollywood movie star, but she was damned attractive in a girl next door, wholesome midwestern farmgirl sort of way.
Then and now, she is easy on the eyes and she exudes a subtle sexy allure–that still waters run deep sort of thing. At the same time though, it was like she had a big sign on her chest that said, ‘do not touch’. It was that unattainable quality that added to her allure.
I seriously doubt anyone would kick her out of bed then or now! She was a sight to behold when she was twenty-two. At five foot six and one hundred twenty pounds she had curves in all the right places. Her breasts weren’t particularly large. I later discovered she was a B cup and very self-conscious about it.
But her young tits were perky and her pale pink, quarter sized areolas, along with her constantly aroused nipples, begged to be licked, sucked and fondled.
With freckles covering her body, along with her long flaxen hair and her stunning blue eyes, she was the very image of the upright young churchgoing Protestant young woman her parents and grandparents had raised her to be.
Fortunately for me, her family smothering her with puritanical righteousness had left her mildly rebellious and with an affinity for bad boys–and that’s where I came in!
The first time we made love (read engaged in uninhibited sex) my wife to be began cumming the moment I penetrated her tight wet little pussy. Looking back on it now, with what I know about her, I have a hunch it was the naughtiness, the taboo, of premarital sex that had excited her so much.
Over the years I have learned that anything she thinks is wicked or scandalous was guaranteed to get her motor running. But I’m getting ahead of myself, so back to our early marriage.
We quickly settled into a routine as young newlyweds. Which is to say we fucked constantly–on the bed, on the couch, on the rug, and of course, with her sweet little ass bent over the counter or the table in the kitchen. We Christened every piece of furniture in our apartment within the first week.
Our new brown couch with its rounded and well-padded arms proved to be one of our favorite spots for a quicky. My wife found the fuzzy velour upholstery comfortable on her bare skin and the height of the cushiony padded arms left her at the right angle and height for perfect penetration.
Later, once I learned a little more about female anatomy, I came to understand that the couch arm facilitated my shaft rubbing across my wife’s clit in a way that drove her crazy with desire and induced one orgasm after another–yes, my wife is prone to be multi-orgasmic.
Looking back on it now, even as exciting as it had been at the time, it was pretty vanilla sex. Sex was varto escort mostly in the missionary or doggy-style positions, with the arm of the aforementioned couch or the kitchen table providing the only variation from the norms.
And as far as penetration went, it was strictly vaginal. Back then blow jobs and anal sex were still strictly verboten and any attempt to engage in either resulted in my wife closing her pussy for business and running off to sulk in another room, fearful that God would rain lightning down upon her–or worse yet, her grandparents might find out.
Getting my wife to discover the joys of oral and anal sex turned out to be a long term project. It involved baby steps. First I had to convince her that touching and kissing my penis wouldn’t brand her as a slut in my or anyone else’s eyes.
Gradually she became comfortable licking my shaft, and then sucking on the head. It was only after much further encouragement that she eventually took me into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down a bit, making sure to pull out well before I popped. My wife usually had a hand cloth close at hand, just in case, to handle my eruption. For a year or so, we were stuck there.
What broke the logjam was porn videos–and porn videos of Annette Haven in particular. Watching the videos together in bed, my wife learned to appreciate and emulate Haven’s world class cocksucking skills, something for which I will be eternally grateful–here’s a shoutout Annette! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
This would probably be a good time to linger on porn shops for a few moments, if only for future context. Back in the early 70s the internet was not yet a thing. There was no Pornhub or any of the other websites where you can now easily sit in the comfort of your home watching all manner of debauchery on your home computer or big screen TV as you can today. As a matter of fact, there were no home computers at the time. They were still a few years away.
Back then, in the Pleistocene era of my youth, if you wanted to get you or your wife’s motors running by watching ‘dirty pictures’ you had two options. You could go to a seedy adult theatre and dodge the pervs or you could dodge the pervs at the local adult video store while you picked out the VHS or BETA videotapes that floated your boat.
My wife preferred the video store option since it didn’t necessitate her accompanying me. One trip to the video store had been enough for her. She beat a hasty retreat to the car after the third guy groped her on her one and only visit.
The fact that her pussy was soaking wet when their hands and fingers found their mark only served to make the experience that much more uncomfortable and embarrassing.
Looking back on it now, the adult video stores served a useful purpose. For a sheltered ‘good girl’ like my wife, the videos revealed a whole new world of sexual possibilities to her.
Once she grew comfortable with the idea of us lying in bed together watching all the fevered sex, it was only a matter of time before her curiosity made her want to experiment with some of what she had seen in the videos.
Just as watching Annette Haven had opened my wife to the pleasure of blow jobs, the other videos got her more comfortable with the idea of trying various new sexual positions and opened her mind to at least the possibility of multiple sex partners.
It is probably worth pointing out that my wife and I were only a couple of years into our relationship at that point and we had not yet elected to have children. It wasn’t until both of us were well established in our careers, a few years later, that we finally made that leap into parenthood.
Back when we were regularly watching porn on our VHS machine, we often discussed the movies as we watched them in the privacy of our darkened bedroom. Then we discussed them some more over subsequent days, if something caught one or both of our interest.
This ultimately led to some pretty intense pillow talk centered around the possibilities of having a ménage à trois. We were both intrigued by that idea in particular. At first it was all on a theoretical level. If we did it, how would we go about it. What would the ground rules be. We agreed to stop if either of us grew uncomfortable became the first and obvious ground rule.
After that, it was a matter of deciding what kind of pairings we were interested in. Were we open to an additional female, and if so, would my wife consider girl on girl sex. To my surprise she was–at least theoretically.
For the first time she revealed to me that she and her roommate in college had given it a try a few times in their dorm room, but it was little more than experimentation.
As to inviting another man into our bed, that was a trickier subject that we needed to work through. My wife was particularly concerned that I would grow jealous. Especially if she seemed to be enjoying herself too much.
I told her I was similarly conflicted about viranşehir escort having sex with another woman in front of her. Ultimately we both decided that if it became an issue, we would be honest with each other and stop the liaison right away.
After that it became a question of what physical attributes and what kind of personalities we would prefer in our potential new sex partners. My wife was more concerned with personality than appearance or physical attributes. I wanted to be able to watch her with a really well hung man who could rock her world as I watched or participated.
In the previous year my wife had overcome her aversion to anal sex so I encouraged her to at least consider the possibility of double penetration. To my surprise, she seemed open to the idea, having seen several women go wild with passion in the videos we had watched. Once again, I think it was the taboo nature of anal sex and double penetration that my wife found most enticing.
Although neither of us had any objections to the idea of having a threesome, or a foursome or group sex, for that matter, that was where we left it. Neither of us seemed to be ready to move beyond the theoretical.
Moving forward it became only an occasional subject of pillow talk after that for quite a while. And that was usually when one of us encountered someone we found attractive and sent up a trial balloon. But neither of us ever felt compelled to push the matter.
And so the subject lay dormant for another year or so until one evening I was at our local adult store looking for some new videos. I was in the section devoted to wife swapping, threesome, foursomes and group sex.
Suddenly a man walked up next to me and asked a question that over the next couple of months would change our lives forever.
“Do you and your wife like to play?” was his simple straightforward question.
Startled by the brashness of his question, I took a step back and gave him the once over. To my surprise he didn’t look like one of the pervs who ordinarily hang out in the place. He was tall, well-groomed and very well dressed. His graying hair told me that he was about ten year older than me.
His deep resonate voice signaled self-confidence and a virile manliness. On the physical side, he was a couple of inches taller than me at about six foot four and he appeared to be in excellent shape.
The thought immediately occurred to me that he seemed to check off all of the attributes my wife’s wish list. He appeared to be straight from central casting to complete our theoretical MMF ménage à trois.
“How do you know I’m married?” I remember asking suspiciously with just a hint of humor in my voice.
“The ring,” he replied, smiling.
“You seem to be assuming my wife is attractive,” I remember responded.
“If you and your wife play–or want to play–it’s a pretty good bet she’s a looker,” I remember him responding presciently.
We both paused, taking stock of each other for a moment.
“Truthfully, we’ve talked about it,” I finally replied. “But neither of us have ever really put much effort into following through.”
“What were you interested in?” he asked. “A threesome, foursome, some sort of group situation?”
“We’ve talked a lot about a ménage à trois,” I replied. “On the theory that we would want to get our feet wet before we jumped into anything that might prove more complicated involving multiple people.”
“Are you looking for another man or a woman?” asked the man, delving further.
“Either,” I replied. “My wife expressed an interest in playing with either a man or another woman. She and her college roommate gave the girl/girl thing a try a few times.”
“Do you have a photo of your wife?” asked the man, suddenly more interested.
“Sure,” I replied as I slipped the wallet from my back pocket and showed him my wife’s photo from our recent vacation. As it turned out, she happened to be wearing her skimpy bikini.
“Just like I predicted, she’s a real looker,” said the man admiringly. “She has a great bod too!”
“Thank you!” I replied. “But if you don’t mind me asking, why did you ask if we wanted to play?”
“Because I was hoping you would,” replied the man with a smile.
“Why is that?” I replied.
“There is something exhilarating about sharing a woman with her husband. And truth be told, it doesn’t require any long term commitment. The relationship lasts as long as it lasts. It’s less likely to get messy.”
“That makes sense,” I replied, intrigued by the possibilities. “Do you have a photo I can show my wife. You know, just in case.”
“Sure,” said the man, reaching into the inner pocket of his blazer and handing me an envelope. “I try to come prepared when I stop by the shop occasionally. It’s not very often that I run into a potential candidate like you.”
“Well thanks,” I replied as I took the envelope.
“You should be aware, some of the photos are more explicit than the one vize escort you showed me,” said the man. “You may want to preview them before you show them to your wife. I wouldn’t want her to be offended.”
“Well, if she would consider having sex with you,” I laughed, “I don’t think seeing your naked is going to offend her.”
“Fair enough!” laughed the man. “My business card is inside too. Give me a call if you and your wife would like to discuss things further. Nice talking to you.”
With that the man turned and left the store, leaving me and my wife with a lot to think about.
When I got home, I resisted the impulse to tell my wife about the conversation right away. I was concerned that my enthusiasm might spook her. I decided to wait a few days and let my jets cool. As it turned out, a few days turned into a few weeks when my job took me out of state on a project for an extended period.
I took the man’s envelope with me on the trip, not wanting to leave it at home where my wife might accidentally open it. I suspected the contents would be hard to explain over the phone from a thousand miles away.
I forgot about the envelope after reaching my destination and immediately became immersed in the urgent project at hand. But after a week of nonstop work, I finally got a couple of days off and found myself moping around my hotel room with nothing to do and missing my wife.
The more I missed my wife, the more I started thinking about all the sexy things we talked about in bed at night. That’s when I remembered the envelope. I got up from the couch and went to my briefcase on the desk and retrieved the envelope.
I went back to the couch and spread what turned to be a dozen photo on top of the coffee table. The man had been right. Some of them were quite explicit, especially the closeup that showed his impressive penis at full erection. His penis was only an inch or so longer than mine, but it was twice the girth.
I tried to imagine how my wife would react to having that thing inside her. Especially if I were inside her from the other side. It got me hard almost immediately just thinking about it. After looking at each of the photos, I moved on to the tri-folded sheath of paper that was also in the envelope.
As it turned out, the tri-fold provided guidance on how to arrange for a ménage à trois or some other liaison. The guide made a point of first noting that its purpose was to protect the privacy of all involved. And sure enough it did not list a name or address for the man who gave it to me, only an 800 phone number. I assumed that was so the number couldn’t be traced to an address in a reverse directory.
The guide went on to note that all communications would be by phone or in person. And further noted that meetings would take place in public places, preferably restaurants with quiet spaces where private conversations could take place. All liaisons were to take place in hotels and never in anyone’s home.
Another ground rule was that no one else was to be invited to a liaisons unless both parties agreed to it well in advance. Other than that, the only other major rule was that ‘no means no’, particularly with regard to the ladies.
It all seemed pretty logical to me and I doubted my wife would have any disagreement with the basic terms. Furthermore, the photos enclosed showed a handsome, athletic man who looked like he was straight from central casting–at least as far as my wife’s check list was concerned.
For the next two days I couldn’t dispel the mental images of what a tryst like this would look like out of my mind. Each night I returned to my hotel room and read the brochure and looked at the photos over and over again, conjuring up images of all the different pairings with my wife.
There was one photo in particular where the man was actually involved in a double penetration with a very attractive redhead sandwiched between he and another man–presumably her husband.
With each reading I grew more anxious and decided I couldn’t wait until I got home to discuss the proposal with my wife. I gradually worked up the courage to call and tell her about the man’s proposal, hoping it wouldn’t blow up our relationship.
On the Tuesday before I was scheduled to fly home on Friday, I finally summoned the courage to call my wife and tell her about my chance encounter with the man in the adult video store. As I told her the story I was bracing myself for her withering disapproval.
To my surprise, and relief, my wife heard me out and even asked a few questions. That she was receptive enough to ask questions gave me hope. She said it would be a big step and she needed to think about it some more. I hoped she wasn’t just humoring me. I got the sense that she was missing me too and that contributed to her lack of resistance to the idea.
She suggested we both sleep on it and talk about it again the following day. Laughing, she said she would at least be interested in looking at the sexy photos when I returned home on Friday.
We were both amped up after having seemingly gone so much farther down the road toward actually fulfilling what up to now had merely resided in the realm of fantasy. Both of us were so worked up, we ended up having amazing phone sex before saying good night. We agreed to continue our conversation the following evening.