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Threesome In Open Marriage

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True Threesome Story Submitted By Anonymous Guest Author

Everything in my sex story is true, actual words spoken may drift from the truth, but facts are as near as memory allows. We started with a threesome, which evolved into us having an open marriage and considering ourselves swingers.

I will start my story when I was younger; I use to hang out with two brothers, one older by a year, the other younger by about nine months, I was very aware of them looking up my skirt so whenever possible I would always go upstairs or up an attic ladder first and I would suddenly turn and look down at them and smile then they would look away. I would go to the shops and buy knickers as sexy as I could, knowing that I would then keep the boys looking, and that was the beginning of my exhibitionist life.

Later, two guys lived opposite me, their house was a little higher than ours, and I used to leave the light on in my bedroom after a bath or shower. I could just about make them out as they watched me. I got a big kick out of it.

My first time was with a man old enough to be my father, I would go shopping for him, and he took my virginity in the bath, he had said that he could teach me all there was to sex and how to keep a guy my own age wanting me all the time. He was very gentle, and I loved him, but he had to relocate for his job, and it was short-lived.

Shortly after that, I found Tom; we met at a wedding, and of course, we danced and talked a lot. Tom was a very good conversationalist, the best I have ever known. We dated two more times and then Tom told me he was a voyeur, (I didn't know what that was) so he told me that he had always been one to get a kick out of looking up girls skirts, etc. however, he claimed that he wasn't a peeping Tom and he certainly wouldn't creep around and look in windows for example.

He told me this so I could make up my mind before things maybe got too serious between us. I was a little taken back by his honesty but said I could live with that, so we carried on dating, and soon we made love. Tom was fantastic, and I fell in love with him, and soon we were married. Our sex life was smashing, and I gave birth to two girls, we decided that two was enough, so Tom went and had a vasectomy.

Moving on to what we call our most sexually fun year, we were making love when Tom said how he wished he had two pairs of hands to caress me with, and I must admit the thought of it did turn me on. My mind did drift that way, the more I thought about it, and this happened a few times, but we never mentioned it outside the bedroom.

I suppose a couple of months went by before the subject was talked about; it was one evening after the girls had gone to bed. I asked Tom why he brings the subject up, and he replied that it turns him on a little bit more, and I told him that it got more worked up just thinking about it.

We were very lucky in the fact that my parents lived on a farm and the girls loved to go there every other weekend, and Tom's family also lived out in the country, so the babysitting the following weekend was no problem. We talked openly about it for a few days and discussed getting another man to join us in bed and have some real sexual fun.

The next day, Tom was at our favorite club when he spotted an old workmate of his named Ron (I also knew him a little as he used to date my friend back some years ago). Tom invited Ron to join us, and we had a lovely evening dancing and joking, so we arranged to meet the next night.

When Tom and I got home he asked me what I thought of Ron, and I said I thought him quite nice and a bit dishy. Tom then asked me if I fancied him, and of course, I did and told him so. I must add that night, our lovemaking was so intense I don't know how many times I climaxed, but it was superb.

The next morning we talked about how Ron would fit into our sex life, and of course, we both wanted to, and so did he once we brought it up. We carried on talking about this all week, and our lovemaking intensified so that we said we would try and get our sexual fun started.

Saturday evening came, and I pondered over what to wear. I asked Tom, and he suggested my cream skirt with the split down the right thigh; that way, he said, Ron will see your stocking top. I must say I was very nervous as we walked into the club and Ron was already there. When we reached his table, he asked us what we wanted to drink, and we sat down. I sat next to Ron, and I would catch him looking at my stocking top and bare thigh, and I would give him a little smile if his glance caught my eye.

A few drinks later, I was up and dancing first with Tom and, of course, Ron. When dancing with Ron, I would move in tighter, and I could feel him getting semi-hard. I teased Ron a little more as the night wore on, and it soon became time to go home. When we got to our house, Tom got the drinks while Ron and I selected some music to play, I asked Tom if it was alright if Ron and I danced, he, of course, said it's alright and gave us a wink.

Ron said, "I love the perfume of your hair," and I asked if that was the only thing he liked. "I like everything about you," he whispered. I danced closer to Ron now than I did at the club, and he got a full-blown erection. Other than that and a little chat about Ron saying he fancied me, which I replied, "I know I can feel it," Ron left to go home and promised to return the next night, and later Tom and I made love with vigor.

The next morning we decided to set some ground rules if we were going to take things to the next level. We decided that Ron would have to wear a condom, that I would not do any oral on him or anal sex, and that at any time either of us could stop it. We also agree that Ron and I would never have sex without Tom present, and the same rules would apply if we decided to invite a woman into our bedroom at some point. Then we made some hand signals and safety words so that we could communicate in the heat of the moment.

When Ron returned, I was on pins and needles waiting for him. Ron seemed a bit more nervous than before as he had reviewed the rules with Tom on the phone earlier, and it was clear that this was indeed happening. We turned on some music and began with a few drinks. Ron put his hand on my back and led me to dance, and as we did, he made little circles on the small of my back and then finally began roving up my blouse and to my bra strap.

Ron then began to kiss me, his lips were warm, and as I felt his hot tongue penetrate my mouth, I felt my pussy become enflamed with heat and wetness. His cock pressed into my abdomen, and I could feel the throbbing of his very hard cock now pressing against me harder and harder until he was grinding against me and fucking me with his mouth. It was amazing, and I enjoyed it immensely.

I would occasionally glance over to see if Tom was okay with everything, but he was more than okay, and I could see his hard cock pressing against his own pants. I have never felt more aroused knowing that two men wanted me at that moment, and I felt my wet pussy drip cum past my lace panties and down my thighs.

Tom walked over to me and put his hand on my nipple and squeezed them, showing Ron and telling him how much I loved it. Ron slid his hand down over one and began to squeeze as Tom continued to press against the other and sandwiched between them. I found myself breathing with intense arousal. Tom opened my blouse and pulled my bra down, showing off my erect nipples as they continued to play with them. Ron then slid his hand down and moaned slightly as he felt how wet I was through my panties.

When Tom saw how wet I was when Ron brought back his hand to show him the glistening cum on his fingers, he led us back to the bedroom where he had me lay down, opening my thighs and pulling my panties off to show Ron my dripping wet, pink pussy. I loved that they were both longing for it, and then Tom sat on the bed and began rubbing it and motioned for Ron to come over and join in. Ron began to finger me as Tom rubbed my clit just the way I like it.

I came right away, but it was only the beginning. Ron then slid down his pants, exposing his hard cock that bounced with enthusiasm as he released it. "Fuck her well," Tom said, and then moved up to my breasts where he squeezed and teased me.

I began to suck Tom's cock as he straddled me from the side, and Ron loved watching me do it as did Tom. When Ron slid slowly into me, I could tell he was about the same size as Tom but felt his penis was a little straighter and less curved than Tom's. While it did not hit my gspot as well, he fucked me with intense thrusts as I screamed and begged for more wrapping my thighs tightly around him. I must have cum 3 or 4 times, and I was so dizzy from it. I was almost out of my own body at one point.

After about ten minutes, Tom came hard into my mouth, and his hot jizz shot into the back of my throat, and shortly thereafter, Ron came hard, and feeling him release into the condom inside me was so fulfilling. We all lay there, enjoying the moment for several moments, and then agreed to do it again. Over the years, Ron has been a regular of ours, and we even have brought in a couple of women. We have an ease though with Ron, and it is always fun having him visit from time to time. Our life as swingers has been quite amazing!

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