plumpnpreg
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The only way to really start this is at the beginning, though it takes us back a good 20 years.
Right now, my wife Samantha and I are in our late 30s, but when we first met, we were teenagers in high school. I'm a year older, and had dated around a bit before we got together, had a few serious girlfriends I'd slept with, but she'd only had a couple of boyfriends, none of whom had gotten past "second base" (hey, we were kids, that's what we called it back then).
We hooked up when she was 16 and I was 17, and I was her first. I didn't know it at the time, but though she was different from all the stick-thin adolescents I'd been dating till then, she was what my ideal woman turned out to be -- cute as hell, a little thick, amazing ass and tits, and, at 16, she was ready and interested in having a lot of fun. The first night we got together, I was already taking her further than she'd ever gone before, both of us buck naked, jerking and fingering each other for an hour the way only teens can, and I was even going so far as to get on a condom and start to try and enter her -- and she was tight as a drum. I asked if she'd ever had sex before (assumed she had, because she was moving so fast with me that night), and when she said no, I backed off. Didn't want to start her off this way -- so we took a few weeks to get deeper into foreplay, and then about a month after we started dating, we snuck out for a night (the old "I'll tell my parents I'm relaxing @ my best friends, you tell them you're at your best friend's" trick), got a hotel room. We were naked and in the shower together, she was jerking my cock hard, I had my fingers inside her, and she whispered in my ear, "Make love to me." Don't have to ask me twice! So I led her to the bed, and we did it for the first time. I took my time, made it right, and it started us off perfectly.
From that point on, it was game on. We were fucking like bunnies, pretty much whatever chance we got, as teenagers will do. Learning about each others likes/dislikes/bodies, the works. She told me years later how she'd be sitting in class and looking around the room at everyone else, wondering how many of them were having sex, and feeling pretty damned good about herself that she was, well, more "adult" then them. Hell, the things you think about when you're 16...
So, anyway, we stay together and find pretty quickly that we deeply love each other. I go off to college, she stays for one more year of high school, she comes to visit, etc., and when it's her turn to go to college, she joins me, and now we're practically living in each others' dorm rooms and, yeah, still screwing constantly.
I still vividly remember the day when we were screwing around and about to start fucking, and instead I took her fingers and put them on her clit. "Ever do that?" I asked her. She shook her head no. "Rub it," I said. "Try it out." And after a moment of hesitation, she did. I went on my knees next to her and started to rub my cock, and we watched each other, for the first time, masturbate. It was heart-stoppingly amazing. I could barely hold it in, and as I saw her hips buck and she was about to cum, I couldn't hold back. I put my cock to her lips, she opened up, and swallowed every drop.
Afterwards, in the laughing glow of it all, I said, "Hey, you were pretty good at that. I think maybe you've done it before?" At which point she opened up and told me that, yeah, she'd been masturbating since she was about 12. Her favorite thing to do (which I still love to watch) was to run the tub, lie down, put her legs on either side of the faucet, and let the heavy stream just hit her clit until she came. She said when I was in college and she was home, she'd do that every night, and her parents started to complain about the water bills, not knowing why she was taking such long baths (or they probably knew but were too embarassed to come right out with it).
That moment opened up a lot for us, because, at 21 or 22 (can't quite remember), we started being extremely open with one another about what we liked. That's when she started to take my hand and put it on her head when she was sucking me, to get me to power her to suck deeper -- or when I was taking her from behind and, for the first time, lightly spanked her ass, and she moaned and said "harder"...
So we'd try things and play and always in the heat of foreplay or fucking, when the inhibitions are down. A little holy water never hurt, either, and it was during one of these slightly takesen sessions when I came pretty fast -- faster than usual -- and it'd be a bit before I could get going again. I told her I felt bad, because I'd let her down without cumming. I suggested she use one of the vibrators I bought her, and she could play with herself, and I'd suck on her tits or help out how I could...
So she starts playing with the vibrator, and she's moaning softly, and I don't even know where it comes from, and I said, "It's too bad there's not another cock for you here to play with." I wasn't expecting anything, didn't know where it would go, but she just sort of moaned softly and didn't say anything.
Sam kept vibing her clit and dipping the vibrator in and out of her pussy, and after a few minutes said, "That's an interesting idea." "What is?" I asked. I thought I knew, but wanted to make sure.
"Two guys at the same time," she said, and as she said it, I could see her hips bucking, as they do, and suddenly, right there, she came harder than I'd seen in a very long time.
That was the first time we'd ever broached it.
It would not be the last.
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plumpnpreg
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Thanks, all. Like I said, it's a bit of a long story, but it's all true. Just going to take me a while to get us up to speed.
So:
Now I knew that there was this seed that had been planted -- and I certainly didn't know back then if it was a seed I wanted, or a seed she wanted, or we were just playing around, or maybe all three. I just knew that watching her cum while thinking about taking two guys at once was fucking hot, and that it was something I wanted to bring up again.
Things went a slightly different direction first, though.
Over the next few weeks, I don't think either of us brought it up. We just continued on with our sex lives as normal, and it didn't come up. It was probably about a week or two later when I woke up one morning after having a vague dream about Sam and her best friend Noreen, who now lived across the country. It was clearly a sex dream of some kind, but I couldn't really remember. But when Sam asked how my night was, I said, "Good. Had a little dream about you and Noreen..." And she sort of arched her eyes and said, "Really? What was it?"
"Tell you later tonight," I said.
She could have shrugged it off or just laughed, but she said, "Oh, one of those kinds of dreams." She moved in closer, pressing herself against me. "You sure you want to wait to tell me til later?" Now, under most circumstances, I would have caved, but I wanted to see how far I could push it, so I knew I'd need a take or two in her, and it was still morning and she had work soon. "Yeah, let's wait until tonight."
All day, I thought about how best to approach it, and when she got back from work that day, I kept dropping little hints about the dream (even though I really barely remembered it at this point). At dinner we had some wine, and afterwards, some sort of cocktail, and by the time the evening really got started, we were both buzzed and the walls were down... I wanted her to bring it up first, and it didn't take long.
We were on the bed, fooling around, and I'd been between her legs and licking that amazing pussy for a few minutes when she said, "I want to hear about your dream."
So I came up for air and laid down next to her, and just started rubbing her nipples lightly as I spoke. "Noreen had come to visit, and was staying with us. And something was wrong with the bed in the guest room, so she had to relax in bed with us. And pretty soon we were all naked and screwing around."
Sam's eyes were closed, and her voice was soft. I could tell she was picturing the scene. "Were you fucking her?" Sam asked me.
Now, this is a delicate situation. My wife is not a jealous woman in general, but she's still a woman, and this is her best friend since they were little kids, and you never have any idea how these things can go. So since I really didn't remember the dream at all, I decided to play it safe and start out a little different, see how far I could push it.
"No," I said. "She wanted to lick you." And when Sam moaned a little bit, I knew I'd hit the right button. "And you let her. You spread your legs wide, and she put her lips right on your clit."
At that point, Sam's right hand drifted down, and as I spoke, she began to masturbate. Keep in mind, this was about 15 years ago at this point, and I can still picture it like it was yesterday -- that's how hot it was for me.
"Noreen was licking you up and down, and I just sat back and watched. You were lying on the bed, and she was on all fours, her ass up in the air, her lips and tongue all over your pussy..." And Sam's breath started coming harder as her fingers rubbed her clit faster. So I decided to take a little chance --
"And then Noreen asked me to fuck her, and she asked you if it was okay, and you said you wanted me to..."
I waited to see if Sam would react negatively, but she just kept fingering herself and moaning, so I continued:
"So I got behind her and grabbed her hips, and I shoved my dick inside her."
Sam was nearly cumming now, I could tell. "Yeah?" she nearly screamed, "you were fucking her? You were fucking Noreen while she was -- she was --"
"While she was eating your pussy. And I started fucking her harder, and she was screaming for it. I had my hands on her hips and every time I hit it, her mouth would press harder on your clit. And I slapped her ass and she started to come, and she sucked as hard as she could on your clit, and then you started to come, and her pussy clamped down and I had to shoot, so I pulled out and shot all over Noreen's face and your swollen little cunt --"
And with that, Sam went into overdrive, and sent herself over the edge. She's never been a full-on squirter, but she gets incredibly wet, and I could see the sheets start to darken just a bit beneath her pussy lips.
As soon as she came down -- it took a good two minutes -- she turned to me with an exhausted smile, and I couldn't help it, I said, "Well, at least I think that's what happened. I don't really remember the dream at all."
And she laughed and blushed, because she knew I'd made up the details of the dream just to get her going, but she'd clearly loved it.
So we're lying there, just fiddling with each other, waiting for her to come down a bit before the next round, and she said, out of nowhere, "But what about Justin?"
Justin was Noreen's boyfriend at the time (now husband), and of course I hadn't thought to include him in the story. "Well, he wasn't in the dream," I said truthfully.
"Too bad for him," said Sam.
"Too bad for you," I replied.
Sam smiled and closed her eyes again. "Mmmm, that's true."
Here we were again -- about to enter this territory. It was thrilling and a little scary, but I had to press forward. "Maybe he was there. I mean, in the dream. If he was, it probably would have been a little different."
"You think?" she asked.
"Sure. I mean, I probably would have still fucked Noreen, but then Justin would have wanted to fuck you."
By this point, Sam's fingers were already going back toward her pussy. She always takes a good time to be ready again after a hard come, so it was kind of surprising, but clearly she was interested.
"Would you have let him?" I asked. "Fuck you?"
It took a good ten seconds -- agonizing seconds -- for Sam to answer. But then she said, "Well, it's only fair."
That's my wife -- courteous.
But then, the coup de grace, some proof that she'd been thinking about this on her own time, or at least considered the matter, as she added, out of nowhere:
"I bet he has a nice dick."
Eventually, we would find out the answer to that in permister. But it's going to take a bit to get to that part of the story...
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plumpnpreg
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So from this point forward, we started incorporating these ideas and fantasies almost every time we had sex. Always during foreplay or while we were fucking, and I'd ask her what she wanted, and she'd reply, "Another dick in me."
"Where do you want it?" I'd ask.
"One for my mouth, and one for my pussy."
Certain friends of ours, she had certain places she wanted them. When our friend Jim came up, she wanted to get fucked, but she really just wanted to suck off Scott, a mutual friend from high school. He was pretty tall, and she explained that she thought he'd have one of those long but thin cocks. "I just think it'd feel better down my throat... than it would in my pussy," she'd moan.
We'd get out some toys and I'd fuck her with them while she sucked me, to give her the feeling of two guys at once, or I'd just put her on her hands and knees and go to town with a dildo from behind, pretending I was one of the other guys giving it to her.
She'd always been close with and particularly attracted to a college friend named Darren, so one day I got her in doggy style and started fucking her. Slow at first, but then I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You wish this was Darren behind you, don't you?" and when she just moaned in return, I knew what she wanted. "Tell Darren to fuck you," I said. "It's okay."
"Fuck me," she said.
"Who should fuck you?"
"Darren!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Darren, fuck my little cunt!"
It didn't take me long to cum with her screaming out his name, fantasizing that she was getting taken from behind by a guy I know she longed to screw.
I still didn't know how much was talk and how much she really wanted it. During foreplay and sex, she was into it, but any other time, when I said I could find us another guy, she demurred. It just seemed like a fantasy to her.
Then, one night, we got a visit from our friend Scott, who'd been overseas for a bit. He was staying with us for a couple nights before returning back to his hometown, and relaxing on our sofa. We all had a lot to take, and he was lamenting this girl he'd left back in Europe, so there was a fair amount of takesen sex talk. I was kind of waiting to see if Sam would give me a sign of some sort, but there was nothing.
So around midnight, Sam and I went to bed, and Scott was out in our living room. Sam and I started screwing around immediately, 69ing with a fury, really going at it. Just having Scott in the other room was making us crazy.
I couldn't take it any more and got her on her back and plowed into her. I couldn't have been more than ten strokes in when Sam looked up and me and said, "Do you want to go get Scott?"
There was suddenly a knot in my chest and a lump in my throat. This was it -- and I was only 75% sure I wanted it. "What would you do with him?" I asked.
A short pause, and I'm still fucking now, harder than before -- and she said, "I'd suck him off. And then I'd want him to fuck me. While you watched."
And fuck it all if I didn't just start cumming there and then. Felt like buckets, right inside her. And she started cumming hard too, just at the thought. I'd be surprised if Scott didn't hear us --
But then, well, it was over. Both of us had climaxed and neither was ready to go out and make that first move. So Scott kept relaxing, and we eventually fell arelax as well.
It was the closest yet, though. Had I been able to hold back just a bit, or pull out of her amazingly tight cunt and go wake him up, things might have gone very differently.
Fortunately, I learn from my mistakes, and the next time, I acted a little different...
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