Posted by Bertram W. Bronson on April 18, 2002 at 00:06:29:


(I did this story about a year ago, so this may be a re-post. Dont remember if I posted it or not, so please excuse.) 
B. W. B.


Tom Stayed With Us One Summer!

By: Bertram W. Bronson

I have always wanted my wife Pricilla to do a threesome with one of our friends, but whereas it came close a few times, it never happened. 

She always broke it off at the last moment, Oh Bobbie, shed say, how could I face him tomorrow if I let him do that? So it never happened!

That is it never happened until that fateful summer. 

***************

We were young, married about a year; the apartment was small, our bedroom, a small guestroom and a living-dining-kitchen combo. Tom moved into the guestroom in June and that started an unbelievably sensuous summer. 

Lovemaking was an immediate problem the walls were paper-thin! Our secondhand bed creaked and Priss muffled her whimpers and strangled her orgasms with her face pressed into the pillow.

My God, Bobbie hell hear me I know he will shed pant. 

Honey the whole world knows we make love at night.

But when we do it the bed it it creaks so much oh God hell hear it through the wall.

But somehow, the idea of him hearing the noises and my wife cumming was exciting and Id urge her into a grunty climax. With my penis deep in her belly, shed bite the pillow and toss her hips franticly and the bed would squeak as the brain numbing feeling washed through her quivering belly. Ohhh ohh, aaarrrhhh, shed groan and pant. As she started to cool down, she would whisper, oh my God I hope hes asleep in there. The next morning she would look at Tom with an embarrassed face, but gradually she got over it. 

****************

Occasionally she would forget he was staying with us and walk into the kitchen with her blouse off. Oh my, shed blush and cover her bra covered breasts as she hustled back to the bedroom. But I would say, Priss whats the big deal? And little by little she relaxed. 

It was like pulling on the loose thread of a sweater. Her inhibitions gradually started to unravel. Being caught a few times in just her bra and panties set in motion the unraveling of her puritanical mind set. 

At first she used to blush if Tom caught her in just her bra on top, but fast-forward about two months, and here she is bare-breasted on our bed with his throbbing stiff penis slipping into her squirming belly. Shes on her back looking over his shoulder at me, her face flushes and she squeals as his penis splits her warm slippery cunt. I watch, stupefied, as they start to fuck each other. Pricilla lifts her knees, her curvy legs draw back toward her bottom and I see her soft pubic hair and the long pink split of her cunt stretched in a juicy clutch around his penis. I close my eyes and listen to her breathy gasps and the steady creak creak creak thumpthump of our bed as they begin. 


But wait Im getting way ahead of the story! 

*********************

It started very slowly, she got used to knowing that through the thin door, Tom would sometimes hear her pee. And that he could hear us making love and if occasionally he caught a glimpse of her undies well, she would still be embarrassed, but it stopped being such a big deal. But to me it became almost an obsession to expose her, and ultimately, a craving to share her sexually with Tom. 

I think the trigger for me was when I was confronted by her initial blushing embarrassment, yet her conflicting compulsion to be sexy and flirtatious. She would look at him and her nervous throaty giggles were like liquid sex like warm water pouring over the head of my penis. I began to experience a heady combination of jealousy and fascination that made my knees get weak and my stomach churn. My penis would swell when I watched her flirt or walk past him with her blouse open. 

Why did I feel jealousy and still an urge to yield sexual access to my pretty wife?  I didnt know, but it was a nagging impulsive thought that was always lurking in my mind. They would brush past each other in the tiny kitchen and I would imagine them touching. At night we whispered about it in bed.

Id like to see you with Tom, Id whisper.

Oh youre silly I couldnt 

Hed love to fuck you I can tell

Oh, stop it. Thats silly and crude!

Have you ever thought about it?

Mmm, well yes, but only because you keep mentioning it.

***********


I began to have a fantasy that they made love while I was at work I knew it wasnt so, but I got those weak-in-the-knees feelings that anguish of betrayal and humiliation. But it was all mixed in with a sense of wild excitement. I fantasized about what she might be doing. The sensations were addictive. Its imagining the woman you love being intimate. It was an incredibly naughty act to think of Pricilla fucking someone else, especially a friend. The effect to my senses was a shock, like a hard drug. Its a sensual addiction that is hard to match; the thought of my wife's vagina entered by the penis of another man. The thought of her slipping off her panties, opening herself and submitting to an adulterous act of intercourse was enthralling. 

After a couple of weeks of thinking wild thoughts, staying at work became an agony alone in the house together, are they fucking? The crazy concept was driving me nuts. A few times I masturbated in the mens room while thinking of my wife alone with him, imagining them fucking.

************

It all came head one morning when Tom was sitting with me at the kitchen table. We finished our coffee and he was just about to leave. Priss thought he was already gone and she walked into the kitchen wearing an old pajama bottom and her skimpy white bra. 

Oh sorry thought youd left, she murmured and started back to the bedroom.

I caught her hand and said, sit down, Toms leaving in a minute. She blushed with embarrassment, but she walked around the kitchen getting herself a coffee and then sat between us. Toms eyes were on the swell of her breasts and the feelings rushed through me. The delectable soft cleavage swelled over her bra cups and a light luminescence of pink hinted at the location of her nipples. Pricilla had no panties on under the pajama bottom and her puff of pubic hair showed an intriguing shadow. Trying to hide her breasts, she filled her coffee cup with her back turned, but the curvy crease of her ass buns was clearly evident as she sat. Tom finished his coffee and left the apartment, probably with half a hard-on!

Something about exposing her to him lit a fire in me. I quick-stepped her back into the bedroom, rolled her onto her back and tugged off her pajama bottoms. I bent her knees back and gazed between her thighs at the thin curly hair the wet slippery pink slice of uniquely female skin. Looking down at her warm soft cunt I could imagine his penis touching her there fucking her while she squirmed and wiggled. We make noisy love while I pretended that my penis was his and tried to imagine her response. Right in the middle of it I blurted it out, Prissy, would you like to make love with Tom?

She was gasping and straining her hips and she moaned, uh-huh, if you still want me to

Someday, when youre alone with him just let it happen.

Mmmm, maybe well see

************

I found myself living for the adrenal rush of my utter acceptance, my sudden realization that she was eventually going to do it. My stomach churned from the deep-seated arousal of what was certain to occur. Nothing happened for two weeks and then one day I came home and the guilt was written on her face. Tom was in the guestroom with the door closed. Pricilla wouldn't meet my eyes and she was blushing. She was pretending busyness at the sink and looked a little disheveled hair slightly mussed blouse only partly tucked into her skirt. I came up behind her and slipped my hands around her waist. She was warm, her skin a little sweaty and I could feel a tiny tremble in her body. I felt myself getting a hard-on. 

I whispered in her ear, sweetheart, are you sick? You feel so warm.

I Im fine, she said in a squeaky voice.

I turned her around to face me and she buried her face in my neck, Priss, did something happen, I whispered.

Mmmm.

You and Tom?

Mmm.

You you did it?

Uh-huh, she murmured. 

Are you okay? You feel so warm

We we just finished

Oh God, I murmured. Where did you?

On the sofa Oh Im sorry. Are you angry with me?

***************


That night we talked about it for hours. The details were excruciatingly exciting. It had started with a friendly kiss, then a deeper kiss as the fascination overcame them his hand finding its way under her skirt her stopping it just short of her panty crotch. Then a few more kisses feeling her breasts easing her down on her back fingers in her panties. 

She cried as she told me about it. How she came to her senses and tried to stop it but he was between her knees opening his belt his penis stiff and probing. 

He dropped down onto me and pushed his underwear down and it was too late she sobbed.

I squeezed her hand as we talked. Under the blankets my penis was stiff as a rail spike. You tried to stop it?

Uh-huh, but one of my knees was pinned up against the back of the sofa and his penis was out and he he pulled the crotch of my panties aside and then then he did it.

He got it into you, and you fucked?

Mmm Humm, she sobbed.

Prissy baby, its all right I told you to let it happen.

**************

Three nights later we invited him into our bed and I watched them make love. It was a lovely sight and at the same time the most un-nerving thing I ever experienced the kissing and feeling a few shy blushing looks over his shoulder at me.

As their excitement grew, I watched them prepare to join I saw Prissy slipping her panties down him lifting her nightie over the ridge of her pubic hair and getting between her knees. I watched the blankets move as they adjusted their hips, moving their loins into that unmistakable position. And then her soft cry as he found her moist opening. I moved to the side a little giving Priss room to spread her legs. Her knees tented the blankets, she moved her hand into mine and I heard her long breathy gasp. I felt the telltale squeeze of her fingers on mine as his penis pressed into her. 

A quick blush of excitement flushed her cheeks. Prissy lowered her lashes in embarrassment as the bed began to bounce. I felt the gently rocking movement of the mattress his hips lifting and dropping. They were groaning and panting; it was only their second time and I knew it would be over quickly. The excitement was intense, it was quick; hardly two or three dozen thrusts and he grunted and tightened his arms under her back. Prissys shrill squeal rang through my head as he came deep inside of her.

Later alone in our bed, we made long slow passionate love, a few tears, a lot of warm kisses. When I came over her she was open and wet; the soft mouth of her vagina juicy and easy to find. My penis slid smoothly into the treasure that once was all mine a little looser, but still snug with a warm slipperiness. I cupped a hand under my darlings butt and as we fucked I felt a little wetness trickling down across her anus and onto the palm of my hand. The next morning she blushed as I looked at the stained bed sheet.

***********

It happened on and off that summer. Maybe a couple dozen times, possibly a few more, I never knew for sure. Sometimes when I came home, I could tell they had done it She would have that quiet, almost guilty look in her eyes. Maybe a little whisker burn on her neck or the zipper of her jeans not quite zipped. Sometimes she would be warm, her face still flushed, skirt and blouse wrinkled and I would know they just finished a quick furtive fuck with her clothes on. And she would hug me, being very attentive, almost a way to ask forgiveness. 

A few times, late at night, I let her go from my bed to his. 

She would stop at the door, hesitant, a guilty look on her face, Oh dear, are you sure you dont mind? It seems so

But she would go and soon after I would hear it through the wall squeaky crying sounds and bed noises that would go on for a long time. I got some kind of a strange perverted thrill out of it. I would masturbate to the sound of Prissy being fucked and imagine what she looked like at that very moment. Once I slipped down the hallway and quietly opened the door. I peeked and saw my wife on top, sitting nakedly on his stiff penis, squirming around, sliding herself up and down. Her nighty covered their hips but I knew her ass was bare because her white panties were on the floor. I watch enthralled until she orgasmed and toppled off onto her back. Frozen in place, I watched Tom quickly roll over on top of my wife and flip up her nightie. She splayed her thighs and they finished the act in the missionary position. 

**********

So it was a long hot summer and I worried a lot about her getting pregnant because they did it bare-back, but we got through it with a lot of exciting memories.

The end.





Follow Ups:

