Triad, part 2

When Bob got back from his boy’s night out, a highly uncommon occurrence in-of-itself, he was talkative, almost loquacious, pleased with himself, and slightly beery. He sat himself at Amy’s feet as she watched Treehouse with their pre-schooler. Leaning in, he said, “Tell me what your favourite sexual fantasy is.”

Eyebrows high, “Why?” she asked.

“Well, do you know how many movies we have around this place with a girl enjoying two or more guys at once?”

“Mmmm,” she replied, noncommittally, wondering where this was going.

“And you know how you said one time that you would really get off on getting done by more than one guy at a time?”

“I guess so...”

“Well, I talked to Alex tonight, and ...” He trailed off, and kissed her instead.

His kiss was hungrier than normal; she figured that her basically non-drinking husband was feeling the effects of his single beer, and shrugging, kissed back, matching his hunger. Breaking off, Bob said, “How would you feel about having another guy do it with us?”

She looked quizzically at him. “You couldn’t do it- you’d be way too shy. Besides, you’ve been drinking, so I think that’s just the beer talking.”

“Uh, no. I just had one beer, and I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I can’t get the picture out of my mind of you being done by two guys at one time. You would sound fantastic and you would enjoy it so much. C’mon, what about it?” He rubbed her breast and pressed himself against her more tightly.

Still not believing he was serious, but intrigued nevertheless, she gave in to the heat and intensity he was aiming at her. When their kissing became a little too x-rated for the couch, in front of children’s programming, she suggested the bedroom. Making sure all the children were happily occupied, off they went, locking the door behind them. This was going to be a before bedtime quickie- off came the clothing, and he was atop her, kissing ferociously, needing her.

Amy wrapped herself around him, leaning herself into him, begging with her body for him to slide himself inside her, and quickly. Bob obliged, thrusting into her fast and hard, burying himself with each stroke as deeply within her as he could reach. There was an intensity, excitement and naughtiness to this act- the kids all awake, the “old” folks letting lust take over and pouncing on each other. This kind of fun had Bob and Amy grinning at each other, minutes later, once the frantic feeling of needing each other was satisfied.

Cleaning up afterwards, preparing to go back out to see to the children, Bob insisted, “I really am serious about another guy with us. I was talking to Alex tonight, and I told him that I want his help fulfilling your fantasy of having two men at once. So...?”

Amy was certainly unwilling to commit to anything while Bob was acting so unusually. She shrugged and frowned, saying “It’s an interesting idea, but ...”. She trailed off. “Are you serious? I have to think about this. I’m not saying no, but I don’t know... Us, with Alex? Uh, I’ll think about it.” Shaking her head gently at her husband, who grinned back boyishly, she went off to deal with kids.

Later, when all the kids were in bed, Amy joined Bob in front of the TV. “Tell me more about this crazy idea of yours,” she said. “Have you thought about logistics?”

Bob, normally so reserved, bubbled over with enthusiasm. “Slightly! I’ve been thinking of nothing else for the last month-and-a-half! That’s why I’ve been so horny lately. I figure we’d get him over here some night, after the kids are in bed. We could start off in the hot tub, with a couple of beers... You’d be able to suck a guy off while being done by the other one- it’d be perfect!“

Amy was torn between giggling and disbelief. This didn’t sound at all like her husband talking, but she liked it. “What about birth control? Disease?”

“Well, maybe just after your period, and we’d have to check that out, but whadda ya think?”

“Um, well you know how fertile I am, so I don’t know that that’d work, and we are SO not raising another kid.”

“Well, I know,” he said. “We’ll take care of that. But, are you interested?” She kissed him in response, and suggested he show her one of the movies he’d been referring to earlier.

Bob found a selection, and started one up. “This one’s hot,” he said. “You’ll like it.” Bob had picked for his first “demo” a girl with a truly lovely body, but curiously disfigured face- a harelip perhaps?- who strutted her stuff with more realism than in many pornos. She seemed to be truly enjoying the various combinations of a man in her ass and another in her pussy, or one in her mouth and another in her nether regions. Bob pointed out with real enthusiasm the scenes with her enthusiastically sucking on one, then the other cock. “That is so hot!” he exclaimed. For Amy, the pleasure and affectionate caressing between all the participants was equally appealing.

Bob was eager to show her more- other positions, other women he found hot. Amy was as moved, amused and as turned on by Bob’s enthusiasm as by anything on the screen, but she was definitely enjoying the playful closeness that was enveloping them this evening. After watching a handful of other selections, Amy got up off the couch to grab a sheet to spread out on the living room floor. The videos and the talk of another man, regardless of the seriousness of it, or where it would lead, or whether Bob would actually be game for all he was suggesting once the beer had worn off, was damned hot, and she was getting totally wet again.

She grabbed Bob’s hand and pulled him to the floor. She got down on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at him. Bob didn’t hesitate. Off came his housecoat and pyjama bottoms. He checked that the living room door was shut and joined her on the sheet. While she had been up, Amy had grabbed her birthday present, a glass dildo, and some lube, which she now pulled out from under the sheet. Bob was just about beside himself with excitement. He could hardly believe how lucky he had gotten to find himself a wife who loved sex as much as he did. Woohoo! he thought.

When he realized exactly what Amy had in mind, he was even more tickled.

Triad, part 1

Amy could just imagine how the conversation had gone. Her husband, Bob, had gone out last night for a beer and a burger with his friend Alex, where he had broached the subject of... “I was wondering if you would... er... um...” Alex asked, “You don’t want me to whack someone for you, do you?” The ensuing laughter lightened the mood, and Bob was able to start talking about his sex life.

Ordinarily, the boys wouldn’t have had to go out to discuss their sex lives with each other, but since Alex had been fired a few weeks back, for being more goofy than productive at work, they hadn’t had the same opportunities for casual conversations, ribald stories and shared laughter. This boys’ night out was overdue.

Amy and Bob’s sex life was rich, varied, fun. Since they had only one day off together, and a passel of children to raise, they made every effort to maximize their naked time. They giggled their way through more than one date night at the “adult” store, and had developed quite a collection of toys and tricks to use whenever the mood struck, which seemed to be comfortable for both of them at once or twice a week.

Lately, Amy had been wondering what had gotten into Bob, though. Suddenly, their sex life was in high gear, and Bob couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Not that she was complaining, but Amy did wonder what had precipitated the change. For the last few weeks, Bob seemed to be reaching for her almost daily. When asked, Bob said only that he just really loved her. Hard to argue with that, but still...

Last week sometime, as Amy, who slept naked, had snuggled up to Bob’s back in the middle of the night, he had reached for her, pulling her up more closely behind him, and holding her there until she started in with a tell-tale wiggle. Bob rolled onto his back towards her, and pulled her on top of him. He pushed down his pyjama bottoms and settled her into position, poised just above his growing erection. Amy hugged him, purring with contentment as she nuzzled into his chest.

Bob smoothed his hands down her back, and cupped her backside, drawing her even closer. He wanted her, and nudged her with his penis so there was no room for doubt about his intentions. Amy wasn’t likely to say no, given her own lustiness. She gyrated back into him, then gave another slow wiggle and a writhe.

Amy reached around behind her and grasped his erection. This was getting good. She teased and tickled her puss with the tip of him, rubbing him back and forth against her clit, puss and butt, revving herself up. Moisture poured from her. She continued tilting her hips back and forth, while rubbing her breasts against his chest. She knew that the feel of her breasts loosely against his chest was guaranteed to heat him up, and if she could get enough side-to-side motion to rub against his extraordinarily sensitive nipples, his response would be explosive and very satisfying.

Amy was getting increasingly eager for penetration. Not wanting to interrupt the flow of chest against chest by reaching between them to guide him into her, she pushed Bob’s penis gently against her anus. The pressure and fullness and tightness felt fine; Amy levered herself more firmly onto his cock, reveling in the naughty pleasure of feeling him fill her ass. Once settled, she lifted her upper body into the night air. Clasping her hands behind her head, she began gyrating on him, then squirming and moaning.

This was a good ride. Bob’s hands were on her hips now, holding her firmly in place atop him. Amy was having a good time- her actions alternated between forward and back, up and down, and in tight little circles. By squeezing her pussy as she gyrated forward, she was getting lots of stimulation in her clit, and could feel a good tension building. Somehow, this somewhat innocent snuggle had turned into a first class romp in the middle of the night, cowgirl-style, no less.

Bob was clearly getting worked up now, too. His breathing was harder, faster, more edgy. Amy closed her eyes tightly, focussed in on the sensations in her anus and clitoris. She regularized her motions, moving in short, little wiggles, maximizing the pressure against her pussy. Taking a sharp breath in, she let herself go, feeling the orgasm wash over her whole body, spreading from her pussy, throughout her abdomen and up into her back and shoulders. Bob’s release sounded intense; loud breaths becoming moans, lasting longer and longer, before tapering off into a heartfelt sigh.

He reached for her then, bringing her back down onto his chest, and holding her tightly. His words were loving, grateful, awed. He stroked her back, thanking her for being so spectacular. Their limbs relaxed and sluggish, they were slow to disengage and roll over to sleep.

The next morning, while dressing for work, Bob was effusive in his praise for Amy’s efforts in the night, “You were so fantastic. I f*ing love you, you know.”

“I know”, said Amy. “And I know you really wish you had someone you could chat with at work about your midnight exploits.”

“ Too right. I got no-one to brag to,” he pouted. “Not that I would,” he added hastily.

“Yeah, right, whatever, buddy-boy.” She grinned at him, “ ‘s alright, you know. You’re an old guy, gettin’ it on like nobody’s business and you’d like to share, or brag- it’s alright.”

A quick kiss, and they were out the door, shepherding various children and off to the grind.

So, last night, when Bob announced that he had finally gotten hold of Alex, and was headed out for the evening, Amy figured that some lusty, dirty talk was on the agenda. Turns out, it was all that, and more.