The only men that say they don’t want a threesome are men that have never had or aren’t capable of getting one. Once my wife and I took our vows I resigned myself to the fact she’d be the only woman I’d touch for the rest of my life. But seeing her kiss and caress and stimulate another woman… Watching those lips that have only brought me pleasure bring another woman pleasure was an excitement I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.
There was a tinge of jealousy at seeing their chemistry, the way their bodies molded together. They didn’t talk, there was no awkwardness. They embraced the way lovers do when their comfort level is high.
“I want to watch you suck my husbands dick.” She spoke the words as if she was asking her to pass the salt. She looked at me and blushed but stood off the bed and walked towards me.
“I’m going to make you cum harder than she ever has,” she whispered in my ear. Going to her knees, unzipping my pants I leaned against the wall feeling how warm her mouth was.
“Open your eyes, I want you to watch me.” I opened my eyes and watched Whitney lying on the bed with a silver bullet pressed against her clit. The moans of my wife and the slurping of the woman on her knees in front of me was a symphony of sin and pleasure that I knew would only take us deeper until our conquest for sexual highs. But with sin always comes consequences.