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I also want to write about my wife and I's first threesome experience. The idea initially came from reading many similar articles online, which seemed very exciting. After reading so many posts, I wanted to try it myself.
My wife is quite traditional. The first time I brought up threesomes with her was three years ago. After we made love one night, I hugged her and said, "How about I find you another guy to have sex with you? I feel like I'm not up to the task of serving you alone." I remember she got angry right away, saying I was a pervert, that I didn't love her anymore, and that I could let someone else have sex with my wife. For a long time after that, I didn't bring it up again.
About a year later, I saw many posts online about how to get wives to accept threesomes. Still wanting to try again, I changed my approach. During sex, when I felt my wife was about to climax, I deliberately slowed down. She kept urging me to hurry up, saying she was about to come. I said I couldn't go on anymore, and that I'd ejaculate if I went any faster. I suggested finding another guy, saying that two people would definitely take good care of her. My wife immediately agreed, saying she really wanted to climax, and be quick, honey. Hearing her agree so readily, I felt there was hope. But after sex, when I brought it up again, she wouldn't admit it. This went on for a while, with no progress. However, every time I mentioned having someone else with her during sex, her vagina became noticeably wetter, sometimes dripping onto the sheets. This showed that deep down, she longed for it, perhaps out of pride, perhaps bound by the constraints of civilization and tradition, or perhaps afraid I no longer loved her. I thought I needed to have a heart-to-heart talk with her.
One night after sex, I held her tightly and said, "Why do you agree to everything I say during sex, but then deny it afterwards? What are you afraid of? Or do you really not want to try three men?" She was silent for a moment before asking, "Honey, do you really want me to have sex with other men? Aren't you jealous? Or do you really not care about me anymore?" I said I wanted to let you experience what it's like to have another man. I guess I'd be jealous, but that's just what I wanted to do right now. It's not that I don't love you anymore; quite the opposite, every time I think about a threesome, I feel closer to you, and I love you even more. I don't know why. My wife said, "Is this really possible with three people? I don't understand your thinking. Let's talk about it later." I felt this conversation had made significant progress; at least my wife wasn't opposed anymore, and even when she was clear-headed, she practically acquiesced.
From then on, before we had sex, I would ask to watch a few videos, all of them featuring three people, and some were explicit. After watching so many of these, one night my wife hugged me and said, "Honey, how about we try a threesome? Just once. If it feels good, we'll continue; if not, we'll stop." I said, "Okay, whatever you say, honey." When I heard my wife say that, I felt a rush of blood to my head; I was incredibly excited and thrilled.
Since my wife agreed, we've often talked about threesomes. We speculate and imagine what it would be like with three people together. Every time we discuss this topic, it's exciting and we can talk about it for a long time. Meanwhile, I've been gradually looking for a suitable single man. After a while, I found it difficult to find anyone. I was hesitant with strangers, and worried about acquaintances letting the news leak out. In short, I felt the safety wasn't guaranteed.
So, it dragged on for a long time, but the topic of threesomes never stopped. Later, I discussed it with my wife; we couldn't rush it and had to take it slow and let things happen naturally. My wife and I agreed.
I remember often chatting with a good childhood friend. We didn't live in the same city, but not far apart. He often came to see me for drinks, occasionally joking around, and we had great conversations. We talked about women quite a bit, and we touched on this topic twice. When talking about women, I always seemed very relaxed, saying things like, "Let's get together sometime!"
Then one time, my friend called and said he wanted to come over. I told my wife about it. I told my wife that we should go out for dinner with some acquaintances tonight. If it went well, we could continue; if not, we could go back home. My wife agreed.
After my childhood friend arrived, we went to a restaurant first. I thought it wouldn't be fun just the two of us, so I invited one of our male classmates. We went out for hot pot that night. Not long after we started eating, my friend asked me to call my wife and invite her to come over. When my wife arrived, we seemed to be having a great time. I even texted her during dinner, and she said maybe we should call it a night, as she was a little nervous. I suggested we book a hotel room together, thinking that if it didn't work out, we could just leave it at that. My wife agreed, and I booked a hotel room later.
After the four of us had a good meal, I saw my male classmate off and called a driver to take us straight to the hotel. We booked a presidential suite, with a bedroom and a living room. After settling in, I went downstairs to buy more drinks and food and came back to continue drinking. An hour later, my wife said she was sleepy and wanted to go home. I suggested she go to the bedroom and lie down for a while, and we could take a taxi home after we finished drinking. I told her to let my friend stay at the hotel. My wife went into the bedroom, and we continued drinking. Around 11 PM, my friend said he was done drinking, too tired to sleep, and wanted to go home. He suggested we sleep in the bedroom while he slept in the living room, since he was too sleepy to drink anymore. I went into the bedroom and found my wife half-asleep. I asked her if it was okay for tonight, if she was ready. She replied that she could sleep in the middle and come in with me, but she wouldn't do anything. My heart was pounding; I wasn't ready. I agreed.
I told my friend he wasn't leaving and could stay the whole time. I took a shower and wanted to go to the bedroom, but there were no blankets in the living room. I asked him how he was going to sleep without blankets. He said it was fine, he could make do for the night, the sofa was nice. I then said, "Why don't you come in and sleep here?" He was so surprised his jaw almost dropped. He said, "Are you crazy? How could that be? I'm not coming in, you guys go to sleep." I tried to persuade him for a long time, but it was no use. He stuck to his principles, saying, "I know what I should and shouldn't do. Going in to sleep is impossible. You go in and sleep, the living room is fine."
After an hour of fruitless persuasion, I went into the bedroom and found my wife awake. I asked her what to do. She said that if he really didn't want to come in to sleep, then so be it, let's all get some rest. I thought, since things have come to this, why not give it another try? So I went out again to chat with him and get him to come in, but my childhood friend still refused.
While we were struggling, my wife came out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom. When she came back to the bedroom, she said, "Oh dear, it's the middle of the night, don't bother. It's so cold sleeping outside without a blanket. It's okay, come in and sleep together, it's getting late." After saying that, my wife went into the bedroom. I took the opportunity to half-heartedly pull him in.
Once inside, he quickly lay down on the left side of the bed, his head facing outwards, and said he was really sleepy. Then he covered himself with the blanket and fell asleep. I lay in the middle, and my wife nestled in my arms on the far right. It was already past midnight, and in the quiet of the night, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. I felt particularly excited. At that moment, I felt that none of the three of us were sleepy, and I thought he was pretending to be asleep too.
So I took my wife's hand and touched him. My wife quickly pulled her hand back, glared at me, pinched me, and warned me not to do that. My wife and I lay there hugging for about ten minutes. I went to the bathroom, and when I returned to bed, I deliberately lay on the outside of my wife. I squeezed her in as much as I could, so she was sleeping in the middle, and I was on the very edge, pressing her close to him. I also closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. After a while, my wife turned over and hugged me, touching my penis and saying she couldn't sleep. I casually put my arm around her waist, played with her breasts, and asked her if she wanted it. My wife hummed in response and climbed on top of me, using her hand to insert my penis into her vagina and lying still. I could feel her heartbeat quickening significantly.
My childhood friend continued to sleep under the covers next to us, while my wife was on top of me making piston-like movements. I occasionally hinted to my wife that there was another person next to her, and she whispered that he was asleep, and then continued her movements.
We did this for about five or six minutes. When I felt I was about to ejaculate, I told my wife to get off. Maybe it was because someone next to us was too excited and wanted to finish. At this point, my wife clearly wasn't satisfied, and I thought it wasn't a good idea for the three of us to just lie there like that. So I continued to squeeze my wife in, until she was right next to him. My wife said, "Stop pushing, I don't have room anymore." Only then did my friend shift slightly, turn over, and then lie flat on his back, pretending to be asleep.
I quickly placed my childhood friend's hand on my wife's stomach. He then obediently rolled over and put his hand on my wife's chest, embracing her. My wife lay there like a puppet, too afraid to move. I gestured for her to touch him, but she didn't react. So I took her hand and touched his penis. Neither of us made any further moves in that position.
To avoid making them feel awkward, I deliberately moved further away, lying with my head turned to the side. At that moment, I realized I felt a pang of sadness, like a bottle of Shanxi vinegar had been spilled—a sour smell filled the air, a slight ache in my heart, accompanied by excitement and stimulation—a complex mix of emotions I couldn't describe.
About five minutes passed like this. I heard a noise behind me; it was probably him gently touching my wife's breast. My wife's breathing became heavier, but quickly returned to normal. I didn't dare turn over to see what was happening, so I got up and went to the bathroom. When I returned from the bathroom, I found my wife lying on her side, panting heavily. My childhood friend's penis went limp the moment he saw me. My wife, in a panic, grabbed his penis and started giving him oral sex, but he couldn't get an erection, which made her grumble. I said, "Keep going, what's going on?" My friend said it was his first time having sex like this, and his penis was a bit out of control; he probably couldn't get an erection.
Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, I asked if she was feeling pressured by my presence. I said, "I'm going to lie down in the living room for a while; you two can take your time." I got up and went to the living room. I lay on the sofa, the bedroom door ajar, but I could
n't hear anything. Feeling the air conditioner was too noisy, I turned it off in the living room and continued listening to the bedroom. About ten minutes later, I heard my wife moaning, the sound getting louder and more urgent. Then, I heard slapping sounds from the bedroom. I could tell my wife was trying not to shout; it seemed like they were both deliberately keeping their noises down, afraid I would hear them again. Hearing my wife's moans as someone else penetrated her, my mind went blank. My brain was throbbing, my penis was rock hard, and an indescribable thrill lingered in my body.
Just as I was immersed in those sounds, it suddenly stopped; I figured it must be over. I didn't go into the bedroom immediately. I lay on the sofa for a while, making sure it was really over before getting up and going in. When I entered, I saw my childhood friend embracing my wife. My wife quickly separated from him when she saw me. I asked, "How come you finished so quickly?" My wife hummed in response, and my friend smiled shyly without saying anything.
I climbed onto the bed, embraced my wife, and started kissing her. After a little flirting, I straddled her and penetrated her. It was slippery inside. I asked my friend if he had ejaculated inside her. "Why is it so slippery?" I asked. He didn't answer, but my wife nodded. I continued thrusting into my wife vigorously, and soon I ejaculated as well. After quickly cleaning up, I lay down with my wife in my arms. It was already past 2 a.m. None of the three of us were sleepy, and we didn't know what to say. Usually, the two of them would chat so happily, but today, with the three of them lying in one bed, he had nothing to say. I said it was getting late, let's all get some sleep.
I pulled my arm off my wife and went to sleep myself, letting her turn over. My wife seemed to understand what I meant. She moved over and lay on top of my childhood friend. They adjusted their sleeping positions slightly and then hugged each other, closing their eyes.
I was in a drowsy, half-asleep state, tossing and turning, unable to sleep soundly. I secretly glanced at them; they were still hugging each other. I guessed they weren't asleep either; they were probably both excited.
This continued for an hour, and just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a turning over behind me, followed by my wife's panting, and the sounds of my wife and my childhood friend kissing. From my wife's rising and falling moans, I could tell that my childhood friend had started thrusting. I didn't have the courage to join in, so I chose to pretend to be asleep.
A dozen minutes later, they finished, and my childhood friend ejaculated into my wife's vagina again. I turned over and asked them, "Why did it take so long this time?" They were both startled. My wife said, "So you weren't asleep?" I said, "I haven't slept at all, I've been listening to you two's battle."
After saying that, I hugged my wife, wanting to continue, but she said she didn't want to anymore since we just finished. I didn't say anything and just lay there. After a while, my wife knelt down and gave me oral sex, but I couldn't ejaculate after a while. My wife got impatient and said, "Honey, hurry up and ejaculate, ejaculate in my mouth, I want to eat them up. " Hearing
my wife's stimulating words, I ejaculated in no time. I checked my phone; it was almost 4 or 5 a.m. after all that. We continued lying there, still so quiet, occasionally exchanging a few meaningless words to ease the awkward atmosphere. My wife said she was so sleepy, but just couldn't fall asleep. I said, "If you can't sleep, then don't sleep, lying here is fine too." My wife was quite playful, sometimes coming over to hug me for a while, sometimes going over to hug her childhood friend for a nap, just like a cute child who never grew up.
Around 7:00, I went to the bathroom. Afterward, I went back to the bedroom and told them I was going to lie down in the living room for a while because the three of us were too tired to sleep and needed to catch up on some sleep. I lay down on the sofa in the living room, but still couldn't fall asleep; my mind kept wandering. Half an hour later,
my childhood friend came out of the bedroom naked. He had taken a shower and then came over to sit with me for tea. He said he hadn't slept all night and was exhausted, so he wanted a cup of coffee to perk him up. We chatted about everyday things, but neither of us dared to talk about what had happened the night before. I looked at my watch; it was 8:40. I said it was getting late and we should head out. I quietly asked him if he wanted to have another round, and he smiled but didn't answer. Just as I was about to go in and ask my wife what time she was getting up, he went into the bedroom first. I sat down again to continue drinking tea. The bedroom door was open, and he was talking on the phone while embracing my wife, and one hand was playing with her breast (according to my wife later).
I heard my wife say in the bedroom that she didn't want it anymore. He probably touched her genitals. Then I heard her say again that she really didn't want it anymore. I didn't stop her. After that, I heard my wife's panting and moaning. This time, the sounds of their lovemaking were particularly loud, and my wife's cries were especially loud. It felt like they were making a lot of noise, and they weren't trying to hide it from me anymore. My mind went blank, and I paused several times, probably changing positions. It lasted for more than ten minutes until I heard my wife's orgasm before it ended. This time, I still didn't go in; I was afraid of ruining the atmosphere. My
childhood friend came out of the bedroom, dressed, and was sitting in the living room. We exchanged a few words, and then I went into the bedroom. I saw my wife getting dressed; she had just put on her bra and panties. I went over and took off her bra and panties again. I wanted to do it again, but my wife looked very aggrieved and whispered, "Honey, I really don't want to do it anymore." I said, "Baby, look how hard I am. Let me do it one more time. Hang in there, I'll cum soon." After saying that, I thrust in and started piston-like movements. My wife was really enjoying it, her moans were still loud, and she climaxed again in no time. I sped up a few times and ejaculated too. My wife said, "How can I still have an orgasm?"

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