Altogether threesome

My buddy George and I Simon have this ritual where we hit up this bar once a week or so to throw back a few beers and catch up on life. After knocking back a couple, I brought up that I'd just ended things with this woman I'd been seeing. I shrugged it off saying she was pretty lame in bed, but hey, at least she was wet and warm.

He laughed, claiming he was lucky--his wife was like some kind of sex-crazed animal, always in the mood. He started spilling some pretty explicit details, then dropped this bomb on me: they'd never tried swinging or threesomes. I was floored, thought he was pulling my leg, so he kept going.

"What's so strange about it? It's becoming more and more common. A lot of guys secretly want to watch their wives get it on with other dudes," he said with this huge, knowing grin.

I figured he was just messing with me, so I played along, "Yeah, right. When I get a new girlfriend, I'll totally get off on watching other guys do her, but it's like finding a unicorn to get a girl who's into that." I was cracking up.

But George was serious, "They're out there, man, in bigger numbers than you'd think. Not everyone's into it, but you'd be shocked at what goes on behind closed doors or in motel rooms. Ever heard of swingers?"

"Of course," I replied, still chuckling. "Well, if you ever need a volunteer, I'm your guy." I was joking, but he just smiled and said he'd talk to his wife about it.

We went our separate ways that night, but later he called me. Said he'd spoken with his wife, and she was down for it. Then he invited me over for dinner that weekend. I was like, "Are you serious?" He laughed and sent me a picture of her, naked, sitting with her legs spread wide open.

I'd never done anything like this before, but the thought of getting with his hot wife got me all riled up. I had to jerk off just to calm down. I told myself I'd go over for dinner and, you know, "dessert."

I pulled up to George's place on Saturday evening, a little uneasy but with a buzz of excitement. His house was that classic American dream, with a white picket fence and lawn so green it looked like it was painted.

George answered the door with a grin wide enough to split his face. "Simon, glad you made it," he said, clapping me on the back as he ushered me inside. The house was filled with the scent of home-cooked food and those fancy candles that make you feel like you're in a spa.

Then Lisa walked in from the kitchen, and I swear, my jaw must've hit the floor. She was wearing this little black dress that clung to her like a second skin. She had this hourglass figure, hips that swayed with each step, a waist you could encircle with your hands, and breasts that were just the right size to fill out the top of that dress. Her hair was a cascade of chestnut curls, her eyes twinkling with mischief, and her smile could've lit up a room. Her legs, man, they went on forever, accentuated by these strappy heels that I bet cost more than my last paycheck.

"Simon, it's so good to see you," she purred, leaning in for a hug that lingered just a bit too long, her perfume enveloping me.

We sat down for dinner, and it was like something out of a fancy restaurant--steak so tender it melted in your mouth, with sides that looked like they'd been styled for Instagram.

"So, Simon," Lisa said, her voice smooth as the wine she was pouring, "George tells me you're single again. How's that going for you?"

I laughed, feeling the wine loosen my tongue, "Well, let's just say I'm on the market, but the selection seems to be lacking."

George chimed in, "Oh, come on, you can do better than that. What do you look for in a woman?"

Lisa cut in, her eyes locked on mine, "Besides the obvious, of course." She gave a playful wink, her hand brushing against mine as she passed the bread.

The conversation was laced with flirtation, with Lisa dropping hints like she was laying breadcrumbs. "You know, Simon, sometimes it's about finding the right... chemistry," she said, her gaze intense.

Dinner wrapped up, and we moved to the living room, glasses of wine in hand. Lisa stood up, stretching in a way that made her dress ride up just enough to tease, "I think I'll turn in early, boys. Don't stay up too late."

She left with a sway that was almost hypnotic, her voice trailing behind, "Goodnight, Simon. George, don't wear him out too much."

Now, it was just George and me, the room feeling smaller, the wine bottle almost empty.

"Man, she's something else," I said, my head spinning a bit from the wine.

George laughed, pouring the last of the wine into our glasses, "Yeah, she knows how to make an impression. We've always been pretty open, you know. We trust each other enough to explore... new things."

He looked at me, his eyes a little glassy but earnest, "You good with this, Simon? I mean, really good?"

I nodded, the thrill mixing with the alcohol, "Yeah, George, I am. Just... never thought my night would end like this."

He chuckled, "Life's full of surprises, right?"

We sat there, the TV murmuring in the background, but our minds were elsewhere, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air between us.

We moved into the bedroom, where Lisa was lying in bed, her long silk nightgown draped over her form, but it had ridden up in sleep. I got to look at her furry mound, and confirmed what I saw on the photo I received. The top of her gown had slipped, leaving one of her voluptuous breasts exposed, her nipple alert to the cool air of the room.

"Wow, George," I whispered, "she's even more beautiful asleep."

George and I stripped down, both of us clearly aroused. We stood there naked both with raging hard one's. I noticed that George's dick was about two inches longer, and about a half inch thicker than my own modest 7-inch cock

"Look at that, Simon, you're not doing too bad yourself," George chuckled, noticing my erection.

I couldn't help but compare, "Damn, George, you're packing."

He just grinned, "Benefits of marriage, my friend."

We climbed onto the bed, with me on the outside and George nestled between Lisa and me. He began to kiss Lisa's neck and the exposed breast, waking her gently. "Is Simon here too?" she murmured sleepily.

"He sure is," George confirmed with a smirk.

Lisa sat up slightly, her nightgown falling away completely as she greeted me. "Hi, Simon," she said with a coy smile.

"Hey, Lisa," I managed, my voice thick with anticipation.

I got to see both of her tits, bouncing there. Both nipples were standing proud.

She lay back down, parting her legs, an invitation too clear to ignore. "You boys ready for some fun?" she teased.

I was laying on my side looking at the both of them, George was laying on his side facing Lisa grabbed some hand lotion. He squirted some on his hand and he reached behind him and started to rub my cock, which was unexpected but felt too good to protest.

"What the hell, George?" I blurted out.

"Trust me, you'll like it," he whispered back, and he was right; it felt incredible.

He then applied some of the lotion onto his asshole, pulling Lisa closer, and guided my cock towards his rear.

"Ever tried this?" he asked, a playful challenge in his tone.

"No, but... it's not bad," I admitted, the sensation overwhelming.

He started to slowly insert my cock up his ass, when my dick was up his arse, he regained the rhythm he had with Lisa.

As George found his rhythm, he moaned, "Oh, this is heaven, having you both."

He had a dick in his ass, and a pussy around his cock. and he was working all of us. George was the first to blow his load. He filled up Lisa's pussy with gobs of jis.

"Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" he groaned.

The contractions of his orgasm caused his anus to spasm, which drove me over the edge. I filled up George's ass with my juice. Lisa, eager for her turn, wanting to feel my cock got off the bed and came back in with a washcloth. She cleaned off my dick while George fingered her pussy and ass.

"I want to see you with her," George whispered, and I didn't need further encouragement.

I entered Lisa, who was wet and ready. "Oh, Simon, yes," she moaned as I moved inside her.

She laid down and I stuck my still hard cock up her sopping wet pussy. She moaned as I entered her, and she moaned as I pumped her to the hilt. Our pelvic bones grinding together for a moment as I shafted her, and then I would withdraw slightly, then jam it back into her.

"You like that, huh?" I asked, my voice hoarse with pleasure.

"God, yes, keep going," she managed between breaths.

George had his cock in one hand, and Lisa's tit in the other, adding to the symphony of our shared pleasure. Lisa came with a force that made her body tremble. I was still horny, and now having new thoughts of perversion, I moved up onto the bed and positioned my dick at opening of Lisa's mouth. She placed her lips around my shaft and felt her tongue licking with enthusiasm.

"You taste good," she murmured.

She then took the whole length into her mouth with out hesitation, and started to suck it like a wild woman. George, surprising me again, took over,

"Let me have some," he said,

I pulled out of her mouth and moved back so he could stick his dick onto his wife's face, but he instead took my cock into his mouth and started to suck it. Lisa turned her attention to my balls since they were still dangling over her face. She tongued my balls and gently sucked on them. Feeling kind of wicked, I pulled out of George's mouth, and stuck it back into Lisa's, and fucked her face some more. Then I switched back to George's. I switched a few more times. I was feeling the electricity built up in me We alternated, the dual sensation mind-blowing, and when George asked for my release in his mouth,

"Come for me, Simon," he urged.

I squirted gobs of thick liquid sperm into his mouth, and he started swallowing catching all that I had to offer.

Lisa screamed out " I want to taste him too "

George stopped swallowing, and when I was finished, he rolled over, and let my sperm drip out of his mouth into hers as she was commenting with a laugh, "It tastes like chicken."

"Only the best for you, babe," George laughed back.

Determined to keep the night going, I went down on Lisa, her taste like honey.

"You're so sweet," I murmured against her.

She had the sweetest tasting pussy I had ever licked, I found her hardened clit, and flicked it a couple of times with my tongue. She bucked a bit, and mumbled "tongue fuck me!"

I started to lick all around her pussy, I would brush her clit once and again, I then stuck my finger deep into her hot hole, at the same time I sucked hard on her clit, working it with my tongue. Her back arched and stayed there, while she came for the second time.

George positioned himself at her head, "Open up, love," he said, and we worked her to another climax, her body arching off the bed in pleasure.

"That's it, come for us," George encouraged her. He finished in her mouth. She took the washcloth and wiped the excess cum off her face with a satisfied smile.

Exhausted and still feeling the effects of the wine, we fell into a heap of tangled limbs. "This was... unexpected," I managed to say.

"But good, right?" George asked with a lazy grin.

"Really good," I agreed, as sleep started to claim us all.