First time MFM threesome

Amy and I have been married for 5 years and we have enjoyed amazing sex. Neither of us expected this as we have a strong religious background and our former spouses did not enjoy sex as we do. As we explored our inner most desires and fantasies, I realized that I wanted to share my gorgeous wife. Amy is 5′ 5″ tall, 46 years old with long beautiful legs (she studied dance in college) and very perky tits. As Amy became more adventurous in the bedroom, I started to push her to do things that make some women uncomfortable. I started out with trying to have nude photographs of her. This caused quite a strong response from Amy. She was visibly upset the first time I took a nude shot of her in the shower. She refused photos for a very long time. I did not discuss with her my fantasy of her being with someone else. My fantasies did not go away and I realized I would need to be patient. My reward came quicker than I had anticipated.

Recently, I was contacted by an old high school friend, Greg, through Facebook. He wanted to renew our friendship so we agreed to meet the next time I was in our old home town. Greg is a successful business man and still young looking despite being a year older than I am at fifty. Greg and I met and started chatting about old times in high school and catching up. I found out that Greg was recently divorced and he intimated that he had been very hurt and had not dated in 2 years but really missed having sex. I told him that I would keep my eyes peeled for attractive women that I knew or encountered in business. I then invited Greg to come to our home that is located about 85 miles south of our home town where Greg currently resided. He agreed to come down for dinner, whereby, I suggested he spend the night as we had a spare room. Greg asked if he could bring something, like a bottle of wine. I told Greg Amy nor I drank, but he was welcome to bring something for himself. He laughed and thought dessert might be better. We left the date up in the air until we both could check our schedules and I could talk with Amy. At no time did we discuss sex except for Greg’s celibate lifestyle due to his divorce.

However, I thought about Greg and his plight on the way home and I decided that I wished I could help Greg by allowing him to fuck my wife. It would kill two birds with one stone, the fulfillment of my fantasy and build up Greg a little. There were two problems with this plan. First, my wife was not receptive to anything even remotely this wild and second, she did not drink lowering her inhibitions. I laughed at loud at the ludicrous thought that ran through my mind, dismissing them as pure fantasy. I also did not know how Greg would respond to the idea. I did notice, however, the bulging hard on in my pants as I fantasized about the idea.

Amy and I had begun to experiment with role playing and I had created a character named Jan, Amy’s personal, attractive, muscle bound masseuse. The rules were that Amy had to call me Jan during our encounter and sex. It drove both of us wild. Amy would become very wet and have multiple orgasms as she cried out Jan’s name.

About a month later, Greg contacted me with a Saturday night that he would like to come down to my house. He was anxious to meet Amy. I had discussed my meeting Greg with Amy and she was very excited to meet one of my old school chums. I showed her his picture on Facebook and she remarked how handsome he is in the picture. I told her the picture was accurate and teased her about being attracted to him. She told me that she found other men attractive but that I was the only man for her. I told her I wanted to make love to her right there and then. I then asked her to use another name. Amy asked coyly, “You mean Jan?” I told her, “No, Would you use Greg’s name?” She started to shake her head no; then, she looked deep into my eyes and said, “Ok, if that is what you want?” I told her it turned me on and it would remain our secret. I then took her into the bedroom where we made wild love as she moaned Greg’s name several times as she came. As we lay in each other’s arms, she asked me sleepily, “This must remain between us and only in our bedroom!” I eagerly agreed. I was feeling very satisfied that a major hurdle had been overcome.