by Vivian Ward
There’s never anything else in the mix. Every once in a while, we might do some light bondage play, but that’s it. I think having the menage was new and exciting, and it’s definitely something I’d like to do again.
Which is exactly why I got their number before we left.
There was a comment that Tom had made that night once we were back inside our tent. He said that one of the things he wished were different is that we would’ve been sober.
And I wholeheartedly agree. It was just a silly, fun game of drunken truth or dare, but how much more fun could it be if we were all sober?
“You think our sex life could be more exciting?” he asks.
“Yeah, I think that we should experiment more. We don’t do it enough. Sure, you might handcuff me from time to time or have me put on my short skirt so you can bend me over and spank me in it, but that’s the extent of our playtime.”
He nods in agreement but doesn’t say a word.
“And not that it’s a bad thing,” I continue. “Because I love our sex life, but I think it could use a little spice. Last night, you said something that kind of resonated with me and told me you wished we would’ve done the menage thing while we were sober because it’s always kind of been a fantasy of yours.”
“Yeah?” he says, looking at me from the corner of his eye as he continues driving down the highway. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” I shrug. “If we were all sober or the situation was different, how would you have liked to have seen it played out?”
I’m really curious how he’s always envisioned this, and I’d like to make his fantasy a reality. I mean, a real reality. Not like the drunken game of truth or dare, but more in line with how he pictured it.
Because if I’m being honest with myself, I’d like to see it happen again but under different circumstances.
For starters, it wouldn’t have been in the woods after being out on the lake for an entire day. It wouldn’t have been while we were all drinking, and I would like to dress up in a cute little outfit with some heels and maybe some jewelry.
“I don't know,” he says. “I think when I pictured it before, I always just kind of imagined someone slowly walking up to us and waiting for my okay—maybe a nod, or a wink or something—before gradually joining us. Maybe he could kiss you or start rubbing your boobs or something,” he stops to look at me to gauge my reaction to all of this.
“Yeah?” I ask, encouraging him to keep going.
“And maybe you’d be okay with it and just let him join. Maybe go down on him or something and let him fuck you.”
“Wow,” I say, surprised by how he’s envisioned things. “That actually does sound pretty hot. How come we’ve never done anything like that? I would’ve been totally okay with it—I mean, for the most part. It would depend on the guy, you know? Like if he was a weirdo or a creep, or if he was good looking and friendly. That sort of thing,” I say, nodding my head.
“Really? You would’ve gone along with it?”
The shock in his voice sounds so funny coming from my husband, the big, tough, rugged guy.
“Yeah,” I make duck face lips. “Really. I mean, why not? If you were okay with it, I'd be all right with it, too. And again, it wouldn’t be just any guy. I’d have to find him attractive and feel okay with him.”
Now I’ve got my husband’s attention, and he’s completely interested in having this conversation with me. Sitting up a little straighter in the driver’s seat, his face lights up as he becomes perkier.
“So, what would make you feel okay with a guy?” he asks.
See, I like this. I like that we can talk about this and have an actual conversation about sex. Out of all the years that we’ve been married, we’ve had plenty of sex—good sex—but we’ve never actually talked about it.
“I don’t know,” I try to think hard so I can give him an example. “Okay! I’ve got it.”
I can’t even say what I’m thinking because I’m too busy laughing.
“Okay, you know what Steve Buscemi looks like? He starred in Pulp Fiction and Con Air? If the dude looked like him, no fucking way in hell. Now, if the dude looked like Charlie Hunnam or Chris Hemsworth, then hell yes. Please! Invite them over!”
I’m laughing so hard that tears are blurring my vision and I’m cracking up as my husband looks unamused by my choices of hell yes.
“So if they look like Hollywood hunks, invite them over; otherwise they can take a walk?” my husband teases.
“Yeah, something like that,” I say.
Once I catch my breath and calm down, I try to approach the subject again.
“No, seriously. Like Shawn and Hunter? They were fine. They were more than fine. If we were ever out doing out thing and you invited someone like either of them, that would be perfectly okay by me.”
“It would be, huh?” he jokes.
“You know what I mean,” I give him a nudge with my arm.
“What were you talking to them about before we left? I saw you over there as I was putting some of the stuff in the back,” he nods to the rear of the SUV.
Ever since we started talking about them, I can’t wipe this stupid grin off my face. Every time I think about the two of them, I start smiling.
“Yeah, I was just telling them that it was nice meeting them and that we enjoyed their company.”
“Uh-huh,” he beams at me. “Look at you over there with that smirk on your face. You can’t even say their names without cracking a smile.”
I bust out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. He’s got me, I can’t even deny it.
“Can you blame me? I had a great time! I really liked hanging out with those guys.”
He laughs at me, taking a sip from his can of soda.
“Oh, is that what you call it now? ‘Hanging out,'” he implies with his famous air quotes again.
“Yeah, hanging out,” I reply.
My cheeks are beginning to hurt from laughing and smiling so much. My laughter must be contagious because he starts laughing, too.
“I can see why you liked them and would want to ‘hang out’ with them again. I had a pretty good time, too.”
“If you had such a good time, how come you didn’t participate more?”
I really didn’t expect him to walk away and leave me with them to have me all to themselves—not that I’m complaining, but I’m curious.
“Are you kidding?” he laughs. “I was about to blow my load watching you get fucked. I had to sit back and watch so I could outlast those two.”
I must admit, I’m a little shocked to hear his answer.
“Why? Who cares? Isn’t the point of having sex for everyone to get off?”
“Yes, but your husband here doesn’t want to shoot his load before the younger, probably fresh-out-of-college boys do.”
It didn’t even occur to me that those guys are probably a good decade younger than us. Sometimes I think we forget that we age or that we’re not young anymore.
“Well, those guys have nothing on you. You could come a half hour before them and still be able to satisfy me,” I pat his arm.
“Gee, thanks. Do I bore you that you’d rather they take more time with you?” he winks at me to let me know he’s only kidding.
“Ha-ha! Real funny,” I say.
Chapter Sixteen
Beth
I’ve been texting with Shawn and Hunter since the night we got back from our camping trip, and I think I’m finally getting somewhere.
Tom and I have talked a few times about the night we went camping when everything happened, and I’ve wanted to surprise him with another one.
It’s something that neither of us has been able to stop talking about, and I think I’m correct when I say it’s something that we’d both like to repeat, so I’ve been secretly texting with the guys to coordinate another meet-up with them that Tom doesn’t know about.
They’ll both be here just before he gets home from work, so I’ve taken the liberty o
f getting myself all pampered and dolled up for tonight.
I took off from work an hour early so I’d have time to come home, shower and shave, plus get everything set up. I’ve got plenty of bottled water in the fridge, and dinner’s all taken care of. We won’t have to worry about a thing.
He’s going to be so surprised.
Putting on my royal blue silk corset with matching thigh-highs, I slip on my favorite heels just as the doorbell rings. It’s Hunter and Shawn, and they look even better than I remember them.
“Hey guys,” I hug each of them. “Come on in.”
“Where’s your husband?” Hunter asks.
“He’ll be here any minute. Why don’t we go ahead and go to the bedroom while we wait for him? It’s just down this hall,” I nod. “Follow me.”
Leading them to the bedroom, my thoughts are racing in so many different directions. All I’m worried about is that I hope Tom had a good day at work and is ready for a night of fun because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all week. I don’t want him to be mad or upset that they’re here without him knowing but this is all for him—for us. It’s just for fun.
“Here, have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” I say to them as I pat the bed. “I’d like one of you to come join me.”
Shawn doesn’t need to be asked twice. He immediately joins me on the bed and climbs on top of me.
My pulse is racing as I look into his gorgeous eyes and think about how much fun we had the last time we were together.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer to me and begin kissing him. His lips are so soft and pillowy and possess the power to melt steel. I can feel myself coming undone as the heat continues to burn between us, intensifying with every second.
Just as things are beginning to heat up between us, I feel Hunter’s soft touch delicately rubbing my pussy. I’m already so turned on by just kissing Shawn that I’m almost embarrassed for Hunter to feel how wet I already am but it’s too late because his fingers are gliding right through my slickness.
“Babe? Where are you?” I hear my husband say as the front door shuts. “There’s a jeep out there that,” he cuts off as soon as he enters the bedroom doorway.
When he walks into the bedroom, he sees my legs splayed wide open with Hunter in between them and Shawn on top of me. His face contorts for a second until he realizes what’s going on.
“Oh,” he says, as a smile replaces his furrowed brows. “Hello!”
Peaking around Shawn’s muscular bicep as he leans over me, I smile at my husband.
“Hey babe, thought I’d invite some company over for a repeat,” I wink at him.
“Sure! I’m going to grab a shower real quick, and then I’ll join you.”
I can almost hear him tearing his clothes off as he makes his way down the hall to the bathroom.
While he’s in the shower, I get things heated up in the bedroom because I know he won’t be gone very long. I start by having both of them undress and get down on my knees at the foot of the bed.
“Mmm, you two look so good,” I say, taking each of their cocks into my hands.
Taking one at a time, I alternate between giving head and stroking them until both of their cocks are rock hard, dripping with pre-cum.
Before things can go any further, Tom joins us. He’s completely naked, wearing nothing but a smile and I can’t say that I blame him.
“Any way I could get in on the action?” he teases.
“Sure,” I purr to him, opening my mouth.
All three of them are standing before me getting stroked or sucked, and they’re all loving it.
It’s so hot to look up at the three of them with their dicks in my hands or my mouth.
“Why don’t we take care of you?” my husband says, lifting me off of the floor up onto the bed.
I know he’s only manhandling me like this in front of the guys to make himself look more dominant, but I like it. Giggling, I bounce on the springs of the mattress and watch them all crawl onto the bed with me.
My husband leans over me and begins kissing me while Shawn sucks on my nipples, leaving Hunter to start eating me out. It’s sensation overload to be relaxed in my own bed with the three of them taking care of everything, but God does it feel good!
Making out with my husband while the others go down on me and play with my breasts is almost too much to handle, and I’m ready for a change.
As soon as my husband breaks our kiss, I pop my head up for a second.
“Let’s change things up a little,” I suggest.
Tom can sense that I’m a little overwhelmed right off the bat, so he suggests that one of them gets things started while I just give head to him and one other person.
Just like the night at the campsite, Hunter decides to go first. After putting on a condom, he enters me with ease, and I allow him to start thrusting into me as I alternate giving blowjobs to Tom and Shawn while they play with my breasts until my husband gets greedy.
Tom leans over my face, his cock directly lined up with my face and begins fucking my mouth as I continue stroking Shawn’s cock while his friend pounds me until he’s finished, but it doesn’t take long for him to reload.
Shawn eagerly moves between my legs next and starts fucking me as I continue to deep throat my husband. Moments later, Hunter rejoins us for round two, and I begin stroking him until my husband frees up my mouth.
“Let’s try something different,” my husband says. “Shawn, you lie on the bed and babe, you ride him reverse cowgirl so I can eat your pussy while he fucks you.”
Eager to try this new position, I let Shawn get situated on the pillows before I climb on top of him, riding him backwards. Hunter patiently awaits his blow job while my husband positions himself between Shawn’s legs.
Oh.
My.
God.
The sensation of having my husband go down on me while another man is fucking me is unbelievably fan-fucking-tastic!
I feel like an angel who has gone to heaven and is having a devilish out-of-body experience. His tongue is masterfully working my clit while Shawn’s thick cock stretches me and it feels insanely good.
Tingling waves orgasmic shock pulsate from my clit to my core, and there’s no stopping it in sight.
Unable to continue pleasing Hunter, I grip the bed sheets, balling fistfuls of them in my hands as I ride out the longest, hardest, toe curling orgasm in my entire life. For a minute, when I close my eyes, I swear I see stars.
When it’s finally over, I’m embarrassed by how loudly I just came all over another man’s cock and judging by their expressions, they’re as shocked as I am, but it doesn’t stop them from finishing.
With a few more pumps, Shawn finishes in record time—probably because my walls have become to tense since I came, and my husband is incredibly anxious for his turn.
Grabbing my ankles, Tom pulls me to the edge of the bed and thrusts into me in one swift motion as he holds my arms out to their sides.
Greedily sucking Hunter’s cock, I can feel my breasts bouncing with each thrust my husband delivers. When my jaws feel like they’re about to give out, Hunter pulls his cock out of my mouth and begins to jack off all over my chest and stomach.
Something about watching another man come all over my chest does something to my husband because he starts working double time, hammering away until he loses control and I feel him pulsating inside of me.
Collapsing on top of me, we lie breathlessly, sucking for air as we come down from our rush. We’re the only two in the room as Hunter and Shawn have excused themselves momentarily to clean up and get something to drink.
“You’re the best damn wife any husband could ever wish for,” he kisses my nose.
“Thank you,” I giggle.
“Are you surprised?” I ask him.
“Very! How did you pull this off without me knowing? And better yet, how did you get a hold of them?”
“I have my ways,” I tease. “I go
t their numbers the day we left while you were loading up the car. You’d said you had two regrets: that we weren’t sober and—,” we say this next part together, “that we would’ve taped it.”
We both laugh out loud.
“Yeah, but you know what?” I say, bouncing my finger along his sternum.
“Hmm?”
“I had us covered this time. Everyone was sober and,” I pop up off the bed and make my way over to the dresser. “I got every bit of it recorded—starting before you got home.”
His face lights up like a Christmas tree.
“You did?”
I nod.
“Yep, best wife ever!” I tease.
Epilogue
Tom
There’s no doubt that I still love watching the recording that Beth captured the night that she surprised me with Hunter and Shawn coming over to our house. It’s easily my favorite piece of our homemade porn.
Since that night, we’ve made a commitment to one another that we’d do more to be spontaneous and to become more creative with our sex life.
While menages are incredibly hot and sexy, there’s nothing sexier than making—and watching—homemade porn with just the two of us. I don’t ever want her to think that she needs—or that I need—other men in the bedroom to have a good time or get either of us off.
Sure, it had always been a long-term fantasy of mine but I never thought it’d become a reality. The one thing that I am grateful for is the camping trip my friends backed out on.
If it weren’t for them backing out on me, that night would have never happened. Beth might have just stayed home or maybe she would’ve came and we would’ve just hung out with my buddies and ignored Shawn and Hunter.
There’s no telling how that weekend could have went, but I’m glad that it turned out the way it did. It taught me—and Beth—a lot about ourselves and our sex life, and it has made us a stronger couple.