THE MASSAGE THAT LEAD TO OCCASIONAL THREESOMES A True Story About the Special Joy of Watching My Wife Being Pleasured by Another Guy By Mike S. The following happened about four years ago, while my wife and I were on vacation. Frannie, my wife, and I decided to take a short trip to Florida. We wanted to enjoy the sun and the beach, and get some deserved relaxation. So, we left the kids with my parents and headed south. On the second day after we got there, while reading the local paper, I ran into an ad from a massage service which said it catered to women. Something sparked in my twisted mind. By the way, at the time Fran was 33, and I was 34. I remembered the many times my wife had told me she wished she could have gotten a good massage after a hard day at work. I remember telling her to do it, but she never did. I called the number listed in the ad, and was greeted by a very pleasant lady who asked what I was looking for. I told her that I was looking for a younger male who was attractive, to give my wife a surprise massage. She told me she would have one of her masseurs call me. A male voice called when we were out that day, and left a message, saying "I am from the `service.' When you call back, ask for Wayne." I went down to the lobby and called the number he had left. I asked him a few questions, and then set an appointment for the next evening at 8. During the conversation he asked about me and my wife, and what exactly we were looking for. I told him about my planned surprise, and how I didn't mind if he went a bit further than the massage. I left it at that. He seemed to understand. I don't think I slept that night. I kept playing in my head what might happen the next night. I had some very pleasant and arousing thoughts. During the five years Frannie and I had been married, I had often fantasized about my wife with another man. Whenever I told Fran of my thoughts, she said I was a big jerk to have such thoughts; but I felt that down deep, she really wouldn't mind trying such an thing. We spent the day at the beach. At the end of the afternoon we went up to our suite, changed and went down to dinner. I ordered a bottle of wine with our seafood, and we had a great time. We were back in the room around 7:45 p.m. Fran was a bit horny, and started to neck with me. She looked fantastic. She was wearing a short back dress which hugged her nice figure. Her beautiful face seemed to glow. I told her how beautiful she looked, and kissed her again. About that time we heard the knock on the door. She looked very puzzled as to whom it could be. I smiled and I told her, "It's a surprise." I opened the door to a handsome young man who identified himself as Wayne. He was wearing a sweat top and shorts, and he carried a bag of supplies. He looked to be in his late 20s, dark hair, blue eyes, well-formed cheek bones, and very well built. The look on my wife's face was a mixture of shock and disbelief. I invited him in and introduced him to Fran, telling her, "This is your surprise. Wayne here is going to give you that massage you have always wanted." Wayne looked pleasantly surprised to see how attractive she was. Frannie just stood stunned in the middle of the room, looking at him taking stuff out of his bag. She was giving me those looks like `what do you think you are doing?' For a second I thought she was gonna kick both he and I out. But Wayne turned to her and asked her to go change. He said, "take your clothes off and wrap yourself with this towel." He handed a big soft towel to her. She took the towel from him and headed to the bathroom, flashing a look at me that seemed to say, `I'm gonna kill you.' Fran looked nervous, and yet excited! I was relieved. While waiting, Wayne took off his shoes and sox, and we talked about the weather. Then he softly whispered how great my wife looked. I smiled and nodded my head. Fran came out of the bathroom, with the large towel wrapped around her body. I could see that she had left her bra on, and later I learned she had left her panties on too. Wayne laid a couple of towels on the bed and asked her to lay down on her stomach. Fran looked terrified, and kept giving me one of those, `I can't believe you did this' looks! She closed her eyes. At first she laid stiff. Wayne applied some lotion to his hands and began gently massaging her shoulders. Then he slid his sweat shirt up over his head, threw it on the floor, and moved over to the side of the bed. Wayne's bare chest sported a healthy crop of dark hair. After a few more strokes he adjusted the towel that was covering her, and proceeded to unfasten her bra. I heard a small whimper from her as he helped her remove her bra, "Lift a bit and I will pull this out, so I don't get any lotion on it," he said. He looked at me and smiled. Then he went to work stroking down her back. He lotioned his hands again and slowly worked her back and neck. Before long Fran seemed very relaxed to his touch. I just sat in an adjacent chair and enjoyed watching as Wayne worked his skillful hands over my wife's body. Wayne had big hands which looked very smooth. I started to get horny watching his hands work over my wife's nude flesh. I noticed that Fran was now letting soft moans (evidencing enjoyment) escape her lips. Her eyes were completely closed, and she looked like she was drifting into a different world. Wayne worked her back and neck for 10 to 15 minutes, then started working his hands down to her lower back. I noticed that the towel kept inching lower and lower until I noticed the red of her panties begin to show. Soon her ass crack was visible. Wayne asked if she wanted him to remove her panties, again saying "so I don't get lotion on them." She looked over at me, and I smiled my approval. She motioned for me to come over and do it. I got up from my chair and slowly pulled her panties down, exposing her luscious ass. She cooperated by lifting her hips so I could slid them down and off. Fran doesn't have one of those bony super model asses; it's a bit fuller, yet very exquisite to touch and look at. Wayne was clearly excited. I noticed that his cock was pushing hard against the front of his shorts. As Fran lifted her hips, I got a quick glimpse at her pussy from behind. I swore I could see droplets of moisture forming on its edges. I sat back down, holding onto her panties after I removed them. That's when I noticed that they were soaked! Wayne discarded the towel that had been covering part of Fran's bottom and quickly was on his knees on the bed. Surprisingly, Fran looked relaxed, though she was fully naked in the presence of another man. From her breathing, I could also tell that she was excited. Wayne went on to work her thighs and legs and then spent an inordinate amount of time at her feet. My wife has those wonderful looking soft feet and painted toe nails... and she likes to have her feet massaged. I guess he knew what he was doing. He kept raising up each foot to do his massage. That caused her legs to slowly pull apart, giving me (and him) a great look at her neatly trimmed pussy. I don't know if he was able to tell, but I could see wet spots forming along her pussy lips. Wayne worked his way up her inner thighs (which she loves to have touched and squeezed). Her breathing was getting heavier and louder. I was so turned-on, I wanted to take my cock out and start pumping it, but I didn't. She looked so sexy, totally naked under the expert hands of another man. Wayne kept working her inner thighs until her legs were wide open. He had a really clear view of her beautiful cunt and asshole. I don't know how he kept his cool. Then I saw the back of his hand brush lightly against the lower part of her pussy mound. She shuddered, but did not object nor move. Several more times Wayne started at her lower inner calves and stroked upward, allowing his fingers to trail over her moist pussy lips as they finished their way over her buns. Each time, I heard a whisper-soft moan escape my wife's lips. Never once did she pull away! By that time, both Wayne and I knew that Fran was enjoying her massage... all of it! Wayne whispered that it was time for her to roll over. With eyes closed, Fran followed his instructions, facing up toward the ceiling, with her beautiful breasts pointing upward like proud monuments. I noticed that her nipples were erect. Yes, SHE WAS ENJOYING this special attention from her young masseur! In rolling over, she had brought her legs closer together again. Wayne started at her shoulders, and winked at me as he let his lotion-covered hands gently flow over her full breasts and down to her tummy. Back and forth he went... several times... occasionally pausing momentarily to cup each breast and let his slippery hands gently slide around their curves. Then, after working her arms for a while, Wayne moved back to her feet. He used the same repeated massage actions to nudge her legs apart as he worked her feet and ankles. From the end of the bed, he began long strokes along the face of her legs, slowly twisting his hands near her upper thighs to let his fingers work the insides of each leg... thus again nudging them further apart. Several such strokes left his fingers gingerly trailing along the edges of her pussy lips. After several such strokes, Wayne looked over at me. He stuck his tongue out and licked the air as he pointed to my wife's moist pussy. I got the picture. I put my finger up in the air as if to say `wait just a minute.' Then I moved my chair over next to the bed as Wayne continued massaging her lower legs. "Enjoying your massage?" I whispered near her ear. A smile crossed her lips. Her eyes opened momentarily as she looked up at me and she pursed her lips as if asking for a kiss. That was her answer. Her eyes fluttered closed as I gave her a lingering kiss. I gently held her hand and squeezed it a bit as I looked toward Wayne and nodded affirmatively while sticking out my tongue as if licking the air. He got the picture... and smiled back. I sat there, continuing to gently hold Fran's hand. Wayne began to move his strokes up Fran's body while spreading her legs a bit further apart. I planted a series of small kisses on Fran's wrist as Wayne moved up onto the bed, and laid between her legs. His body movements were paced to follow his hand movements as his slickened hands made their way up each of Fran's inner thighs. After several such strokes, on a final caress up her legs, his hands reached the V between Fran's legs, and each of them slowly circled either side of her pubic mound... and stopped. He seemed to cup her mound with his two thumbs and forefingers... and then used a gentle pressure to pull each hand away from the other, causing Fran's pussy lips to part slightly. They glistened with her natural moisture. By that time Wayne had slithered up between Fran's legs so that his face was right above her crotch. As her pussy lips opened, Wayne stuck out his tongue and slowly ran the tip of it the length of Fran's pussy opening while barely touching it. Fran momentarily grabbed my hand tighter... and then her hold seemed to relax. The second time Wayne's tongue traveled across her slit, I noticed Fran's pelvis arch slightly, pressing her pussy up against Wayne's mouth. Wayne got the signal that Fran was enjoying his oral massage. I saw him wink at me again as he extended his tongue to its fullest... and slid it deep between the folds of Fran's pussy. Eyes still closed, Fran let out an audible "Ahhhhhh." I could not believe how my dear wife had allowed herself to accept Wayne's advances... but I was really pleased at how things were going. It was fascinating to watch my wife respond to the touch and stimulation of another man. Wayne's tongue seemed to be as skilled as his hands... and tireless. His hands slowly reached up and cupped each of Fran's breasts as he continued to lap, lick and dive into Frannie's muff. Her body began to tremble a bit... and twist. She continued to hold my hand... sometimes gently, sometimes firmly. I kept watching her face. Her eyes continued to stay closed, but her brow would wrinkle occasionally... seemingly when Wayne's tongue was giving her particularly pleasant feelings. Then suddenly Fran opened her eyes and looked directly into mine as she seemed to bear down against Wayne's oral assault. I could tell she was moving toward an orgasm. About that time Wayne moved the thumb and forefinger of each hand that were still cupping her breasts, and he began to squeeze her nipples. Fran responded quickly with moans of pleasure and a humping of her hips against Wayne's continuing tongue action. With eyes almost squinting, she looked directly at me and said, "Baby, I think I am going to come! I can't hold back. Oh Baby, I can't believe how good that feels." Suddenly she flipped her head back and forth, causing her hair to fly around, and her entire body squirmed around on the bed as "Oh"s and "Ahh"s kept pouring from her lips. I kissed her hand and arm as her body gave itself up to a lengthy and body-contorting orgasm. As her orgasm subsided, Wayne lifted his head slightly and simply blew his hot breath along her pussy before giving one final, gentle swipe of his tongue over her clit. She squirmed and giggled a bit. No one said anything. Frannie just laid there enjoying her afterglow. I kissed her on her forehead... and then moved my kisses down to her mouth. I felt the bed move slightly, and knew that Wayne had again begun to play with Frannie's swollen pussy. "He's licking me again," Fran whispered to me, "and I feel his finger dipping inside me." I began to caress her slippery breasts as I kissed her again. When I looked down at Wayne, he was slowly pumping a finger or two into my wife's pussy while flicking her clit with his tongue. Then he used his other hand to slowly trail his fingers from the top of Fran's clit, down along her pussy lips, and on down toward her anal opening. Her hips twitched a bit as he simultaneously played with her pussy and ass hole. Then he changed hands. He used one of the wet fingers that had been exploring the inside of her pussy to moisten her sphincter, and then began to work the other wet finger into it as his other hand resumed play with her pussy. By then he was kissing her upper thighs and tummy. Just after I saw his finger disappear into her backside, and two fingers of his other hand delve deeply into her pussy, I kissed her again and asked, "Feel good?" Her eyes opened slightly, almost as if she were in a partial stooper, and she whispered, "I can't believe we are doing this... but, Yessss!" Moments later her entire body began to shake as his actions quickly carried her to an even more body-wrenching orgasm. She thrashed about on the bed, causing me to let go of her breasts. She finally had to say, "Stop, I can't handle any more!" Wayne lifted his head slightly, withdrew his fingers from within her body, and blew one more breath of air over her inflamed pussy, before rolling away from her. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands while Frannie began to regain her composure. When she opened her eyes, she just grinned at me. "You devil you!" she said. About that time Wayne walked in, giving her a first opportunity to observe his bare hairy chest. Then she asked, "Can you guys turn down the lights or something? I notice that I am the only one nude here, and that makes me feel a bit uncomfortable." "We can correct that," Wayne promptly announced, as he put his thumbs under the edges of his shorts and pushed them down. He was now standing in front of Fran's gaze, with a hard-on that stood straight out. I promptly stood up and shed my clothes while reaching over to turn out one of the lights. "Is that better?" I asked. "Well, I guess so," Fran replied. I lit up two cigarettes and handed one to Fran. Wayne accepted one too, and soon all three of us were laying nude, face up on the bed... with Fran in the middle... as we smoked our cigarettes and made small talk. Finally Fran looked over at Wayne and said, "That was quite a massage! Do you give that kind of massage to all your clients?" Wayne grinned and said, "Only to the very attractive, sensual ones." With that Fran blushed and we all laughed. As Fran had me put out her cigarette, her hand fell across my crotch, and she began playing with my cock. "Don't forget the cock on the other side of you, Dear," I whispered. So, without slowing her strokes on my dick, she turned her head to look Wayne in the face as her hand reached down to feel his manhood. I was leaning against the headboard of the bed, so I could watch as she tentatively wrapped her hand around his tool... while still looking directly into his face. During the time we had been smoking, his cock had withered a bit... but it immediately grew when she touched it. She looked back at me and said, "You know, this is crazy... wicked even... but I have to admit I am enjoying myself!" Wayne and I began to gingerly play with her nearest breast. By that time both Wayne and I had rigid hard-ons, and I wanted to do something with mine. I asked Fran to turn on her side, facing me, "So Wayne can massage your back while we neck." Actually, I wanted her pussy close to my cock so I could press myself into her. She quickly complied and we began to neck. I could feel Fran's body move slightly as Wayne twisted to face her back, and began to apply another coat of massage lotion to her back. As we passionately necked, I held her tightly to me and pressed my groin against hers. My cock head was pressed against the still-hot flesh of her pussy opening. I pressed on in and began fucking that wonderfully familiar channel. After a couple of strokes, I felt the bed move again and realized that Wayne had pressed his hairy chest against Fran's back, and knew that his hard dick had to be right near mine. I reached down and raised Fran's upper leg over mine, thus opening her crotch to Wayne. He quickly took advantage of the opening. I felt the hard head of Wayne's stiff cock slide between her upper thighs and bump into my partially buried cock and nut sack. What a strange feeling! I gave one more thrust into my wife, and then reached down to move her leg back to where it had been, thus capturing Wayne's stiff dick between her well- lubricated thighs. That action caused my dick to pull out of Fran's pussy. I reached down and began to caress my wife's pubic mound as I felt Wayne begin to stroke his cock between her thighs. Fran just looked into my eyes and whispered, "What are you doing?" I just smiled back at her while using my hand to cup her pussy, fingers hanging below. On Wayne's next forward thrust, I used my fingers to direct the head of his dick up into my lovely wife's pussy. Her eyes momentarily got big, then quickly closed and she sort of bit her lip, but she made no effort to object or twist away. Wayne got the picture quickly, and on his next forward stroke he pressed himself deeper into Frannie's pussy. He adjusted himself to an angle behind her so he could get in deeper while still using his hands to massage her shoulders and back. I kept my hand over Fran's pussy mound to make sure that each of Wayne's thrusts stayed aimed up inside my wife. Finally Fran's body began to respond to the feel of the strange new cock within her, and she began to press back against each of Wayne's thrusts. My hand on her pussy was no longer needed. I squinched down on the bed and began to nibble on Fran's breasts. She used her hands to hold me tightly against her boobs. I used one of my hands to alternately tickle her clit, and stroke my own cock to keep it hard. Frannie began to thrash around and make moaning sounds with her mouth. Wayne had drawn a couple of minor orgasms from Fran before he really increased the drive of each of his thrusts. I knew when he shot his load inside my wife by the ragged thrusts of his final strokes, and by Fannie's sudden scream of pleasure. His squirts within her had sent her into her best orgasm of the night. Wayne pulled away and lay on his back behind Fran as I slid back up the bed to kiss my wife. That put my still-hard cock right at the entry of her pussy. I could not hold back. My eager cock easily slipped into her unusually-slippery pussy. For the first time, I was experiencing the feeling of `sloppy seconds.' That thought drove me over the top. I grasped my wife's ass and pounded my dick into her until she was moaning in my ear. She came again just before I emptied my nuts into her hot channel. After that, we all just lay back, hardly touching each other, just trying to regain our breath and cooling our bodies. Eventually Fran rolled on her side facing Wayne, and played with his hairy chest as I used my hand to play my semi-hard cock through the wetness between her legs. Before the night was over, I had Frannie get into a doggy-position above me while I lay facing up on the bed below her. Our faces were close as I invited Wayne to enter Fran again from the back. This time he was able to bury his entire length inside her, and I had her keep her eyes open, looking directly into my eyes, so I could observe her every reaction to his thrusts. Frannie's full breasts hung down over my chest, and I played with them as Wayne's thrusts jerked her back and forth above me. She kept her promise and looked deeply into my eyes throughout Wayne's entire coupling with her. It was not until her body began to tremble with a series of orgasms that her eyes began to flutter closed. Just before they closed, her eyes seemed to glaze over and roll to the back. Fran's legs had given out, and she had fallen completely onto my chest before Wayne was done. That meant that during the final few minutes of his deep screwing of my wife's receptive body, I could feel every thrust as he pressed her pelvis down against mine. My cock was trapped between my belly and Fran's. When Wayne finally erupted again inside my wife, the pressure of his final drives and the quivering of my wife's body, caused my cock to shoot its load right between Frannie and me. We were really sticky as we rolled apart. After some rest, we all three had to wash up. As Wayne was getting dressed, I discretely paid him for his services. Before he left that night, Frannie stood naked in front of Wayne and gave him a deep tongue kiss before saying, "Thank you for that VERY special massage." Fran and I then climbed back in bed and cuddled as we talked about what we had done. At first, Fran was a bit embarrassed, and wanted constant assurances that I had not felt jealous or something. I kept repeating my love for her, and I thanked her for allowing me to fulfill a long fantasy of watching her get screwed by another guy. I told her that it had been much better than I had even imagined, since I had even been able to feel all the sensations of her final `fuck' with Wayne, and had felt him slide into her when she was earlier cuddled in my arms. The next morning when we awoke, we screwed like teenagers, and talked again about the previous night's adventure. She admitted that she had really enjoyed herself. When I asked her, "Want to do it again?" she simply said, "We'll see." Well, since that trip to Florida four years ago, we have had seven more "extra guy" experiences, all while we were away from our home town on trips (no kids, no way for the guy to find us later, etc.). A few of these experiences were again with in-room massage service guys. Others were with guys we met at the beach or in nightclubs... guys Fran and I got friendly and comfortable with. We simply invited them back to our room and let nature take its course. On these trips, Fran ALWAYS dresses in wonderfully sexy attire (stuff she would not dare to wear at home)... often discretely revealing her body, her full breasts, and her body's many charms. On the beach or in a bar, my wife's sexy demeanor and attire never fail to attract considerable male attention. We just have to fend off the less-than-desirable males, and gently encourage those who Fran finds most attractive. So far she has experienced a guy in his early twenties, a handsome guy in his early fifties, a tall black guy, a Frenchman (on vacation from France), and a heavily-hung blond Scandinavian guy who had a "massive" Viking-type body, and an equally "massive" (thick and long) cock. Fran and I consider our occasional extra guy threesomes to be a wonderful way to periodically spice up our love life. I never fail to thoroughly enjoy watching another guy give pleasure to my wife in his unique ways... and then join that guy in increasing the intensity of Fran's sexual pleasure while she enjoys both of us at the same time. Back home, we are as conventional as any other suburban couple. We are not "Swingers," and we don't play around at home. But, when we both feel it is time to `recharge our sexual batteries,' one of us suggests another vacation trip. We both immediately know what the other is suggesting... and the anticipation alone causes our sexual energy to build. Even before we leave on one of our "vacations," we share some really great sex together. Ah, how good the anticipation is! But, then when we get to our destination and Fran attracts a new partner... that is THE BEST! Fran and I hope that our story will be of interest to other sensual couples looking for a way to add extra zip to their relationship. By Fran's husband, Mike Dear Joan... My husband's account (above) of that first special massage is reasonably accurate. He let me read it and suggest modifications before sending it to you for your "library" of threesome-related true stories. I had him change our names, so you are free to post it or share it with others as you wish. As Mike said near the beginning of his story, I had always rebuffed his ideas whenever he said he would like to see me have sex with another man. My immediate reaction was that intelligent, respectable, responsible wives simply did not do that sort of thing. But, he was right when he speculated that "down deep" I had let those ideas run around in my head long enough to find them erotic... and stimulating. Yes, I admit it. Periodically I had thought that it would be `fun' to experience another man occasionally. But, I would NEVER openly admit that I had such thoughts. Not to my husband. Not to anyone. Had Mike not set me up for that surprise massage, I am sure I never would have allowed either him (nor myself) to put me in a position of accepting an intimate encounter with another guy. It just never would have happened! What a loss that would have been. Once I finally let myself relax and enjoy Wayne's massaging hands, it did not take long in the privacy of our hotel room (with my husband present) to allow my nude body to succumb to my base instincts. I found myself being aroused by the touch of another man's fingers and hands on parts of my body which I had previously always had covered while in the presence of others. As Wayne moved closer to my pussy, I was glad that I had showered just before going to dinner that night, and had paid special attention to making sure my pussy was extra clean, because I had expected to enjoy some sex with my husband upon our return from dinner. When Wayne began to lick my pussy, I would have been mortified if I had felt that I was less than clean "down there." The massage lotion Wayne was using caused his hands to glide over my skin. It seemed to warm me and cause my body to tingle. As I think back on it, I know he must have applied a lot of that lotion to my legs, butt and inner thighs. When he later inserted a finger in my backside I felt no discomfort... just very good feelings. His finger must have been very well lubricated. Just as I was beginning to have trouble hiding the growing arousal in my body (which I was consciously trying to do during the early stages of the massage), my dear husband leaned toward me and asked if I was enjoying the massage. I thought to myself, `Oh dear... it must be obvious that I am... but I hate to admit it.' When I just smiled at him he took my hand, kissed me deeply, and smiled approvingly at me. Then he just continued to hold my hand as I again closed my eyes to again drift off into nirvana. I guess that is why I did not pull away (as I am sure I normally would have) when Wayne's hands cupped my pussy, and I felt him gently spread open my pussy lips. By that point I clearly knew that the "surprise massage" had gone beyond "massage," and was now including calculated (and very enjoyable) sexual stimulation. But... to my surprise... I did not care! I was already quite turned-on by all of caresses my body had already received from Wayne's hands. As a matter of fact, without thinking it through, I found myself welcoming this progression toward intimacy. Then, when I felt the moist tip of Wayne's tongue drag across my clit, I had to steel myself to avoid jumping. I guess that is when I grabbed more tightly to my husband's hand. I am sure my mind was racing. `What is happening? Should I react by moving away from his tongue? Should I simply enjoy what he is doing?' Without any conscious decision, my body simply relaxed and relished Wayne's oral ministrations. Oh God how good it felt to have a stranger's tongue playing with my most intimate parts... to feel his tongue dip inside me... to experience oral stimulation that was somehow different than the way my husband played with me there... to have these feelings while my husband continued to hold my hand and reassure me. From that point on, I lost all concern about my previously held concepts of conventional behavior. My body simply accepted... and luxuriated in... all the various stimulations it was receiving. Caresses on my breasts, prolonged oral pleasure, the continuing touch of my husband's hand. I admit it... I WAS LOVING IT! Even after all the oral intimacy Wayne had given me, I still didn't expect things to move to a point where I would experience his cock inside my body. While the three of us were laying together, having cigarettes, Mike encouraged me to reach over and stroke Wayne's cock. I had already been stroking my husband, so the idea of stroking both men at once did not seem unreasonable. It was really rather special to realize that I had the cocks of two attractive men in my hands at the same time, and that my stroking was causing both cocks to come alive... to actually grow within my hands. I don't think things would have gone further if my husband had not taken charge. Mike took me in his arms, turned me to himself and started necking with me. That's when he began orchestrating the movements by Wayne that brought his very warm penis between my upper thighs while Mike was screwing me. Just feeling this stranger's rigid, warm cock between my legs was quite erotic all by itself. Frankly, I was surprised when Mike withdrew from me and guided Wayne's hard dick up into me. At the least, I had expected my horny husband to want to screw me until HE came inside me. But, to suddenly experience the feel of another man's cock sliding up into my body as my husband necked with me... WOW! The sexual tensions of my body immediately went into high gear. Mike's story above tells all the details of what developed from there. I just want to say that the experience of having my husband and this attentive extra guy make love to me at the same time was an experience I will NEVER forget. As Mike said, we have had similar experiences since (all very enjoyable), but I will never forget that first time with Mike and Wayne. On a later trip to Florida, Mike was able to locate Wayne. We all had lunch together, followed by a memorable afternoon back in our room. I felt much more at ease that second time, and I found myself taking a more active role in our shared pleasure-making. Mike and I have not suddenly changed the way we live our lives. We don't go out on each other, and we haven't suddenly started having scores of sex partners in our life. As a matter of fact, Mike still hasn't had a new female partner. I have told him that maybe sometime I will surprise him with an extra female. His reply was that such a variation may be fun, but that he is quite content to keep me as the center of our threeway fun. Mike assures me that each of our experiences with another guy has been an "erotic high" for him. He seems to genuinely enjoy watching a new guy pleasure me... and then join him to give me what he calls "doubled pleasure." Those sessions really do double (or more) my sexual pleasure! I don't think I could handle having that sexual intensity in my life every day; but as a variation, it sure has proven to be something I look forward to repeating periodically. And, our periodic `vacations' have really added to the sexual pleasure that Mike and I enjoy at home. Thank heaven Mike decided to treat me to that "special massage" in Florida four years ago. I really believe that our life together as a couple is much fuller now that we do what we do. The way Mike introduced me to this extra guy fun enabled me to get beyond my old staid notions that had earlier kept me from allowing Mike (and me) to fulfill his fantasy. I have learned that couples should not simply poo-poo each other's fantasies. At the very least we need to let each other express our fantasies openly to each other... without being judgmental. And then, we need to be willing to try new things together without putting up some big judgmental wall. Joan, I hope your readers will enjoy our real life story. Fran