Me, My Wife, and Gabrielle

I woke up on a Saturday. It was hot, stifling hot. Hot enough to boil the hair off a gorilla.

This particular Saturday started off like most of my recent weekends; I got up early to mow the lawn because it would be way too hot by 10:00. Chores were impossible while the sun was up in the summer.

There was no hint this day would be special in any way; like most days since my wife had left me for her best friend. Neither of had ever imagined she would discover her lesbian side one day, but she did -- four months ago on a Saturday much like this one. I didn't much like Saturdays anymore because of that.

We'd had a great sex life: adventurous and torrid. We had sex in public quite often; we even got caught once and the security guy told us he wouldn't rat on us if we'd let him watch. He sure got a show that day; Carrie (my wife) fucked me like she couldn't get enough and it seemed like every time she glanced at security guy, she came harder and longer. She practically ripped my cock off that day with her twisting and gyrating, and once we had been caught she was able to scream and yell as loudly as she wanted. And she did. I had never heard her make noises like that. Fuck, it was hot.

And today was hot, but in a different way. Not nearly as exciting.

I put the lawn tools away and closed the garage door, dragging my sorry ass into the air conditioned house to hose myself off. The house seemed emptier every day as I plodded through life. Oddly, I was keeping the place immaculate. I was in no state for a relationship and spent my energy keeping things tidy and clean.

Talk about boring. But that was about to change. And I promise, this story will change from being about a lonely 30-year-old divorcee to a life-altering sexual experience that would make a make a movie rating jump from x to triple-x.

I should let you know about Gabrielle, the woman that stole my wife away; she's a stunner at 5'6", with medium-sized yet perky tits. She's got auburn hair, a killer smile, a tiny ass, and the most piercing green eyes you can imagine. My wife looks a lot like her but she has almost no tits and brown eyes.

They went on a girl's night out and wound up getting very high, ending up at a strip club amateur night. They signed up to strip and almost chickened out at the last minute except Gabrielle suggested they do a strip together. Apparently, the striptease they did ended up with them making out on stage while groping each other and that led to a bunch of tips, a private strip with a lesbian customer in a VIP room, and a three-way that brought Carrie and Gabrielle to multiple bone-shaking orgasms.

They left that strip club, rented a hotel room and fucked all night. The next day, they showed up at the house with their story of lust-turned-to-love and Carrie packed up her stuff and moved in with Gabrielle.

Fast forward to today.

I stepped out of the shower to a ringing phone, it was Carrie.

"Hey Carrie."

"Hey Shane."

"I really need to have a sit-down with you. When are you free?"

"When am I not free?"

"Still single?" Carrie asked.

"Yep," I answered, popping the P in that word for emphasis.

"How about this afternoon at that café we used to go to all the time, on Millbrook?"

"2:00?"

"See you then and there."

I figured this was going to be the divorce talk we eventually had to have and tried to wrap my mind around how that was going to feel. I had never stopped loving her and still held some hope that she might come back to me.

*sigh*

Both dreading this coffee meet-up and holding on to some hope that she'd want to move back home, I decided to walk to the café and try to prepare myself for either possible outcome.

The coffee shop was empty except for Carrie. I got myself a latte and sat opposite her at the corner table.

"Hi Shane."

"Carrie."

"I can almost see your questions like a teleprompter scrolling across your forehead," she started, "so I'll get right to it."

I braced myself for impact.

"I miss your cock."

I almost choked on my latte.

"Huh?!" I stumbled. This conversation was not starting at all like I had imagined.

"I really miss your cock," she emphasized.

"I'm. Um. Flattered," still scrambling for words and to catch up with where this conversation had begun.

Carrie went on to tell me how absolutely awesome her new lover was, that sex was very very important to her -- and them, but there was something missing, "And that's your cock."

She had discussed this with Gabrielle and they had agreed to propose something to me: that they wanted to stay as a couple but they wanted me to join them. Sexually.

The precise proposition was that they wanted to have a threesome on a regular basis, as long as a trial threesome went well. After that, we would get together as often as we felt like and fuck.

"I know this is odd, and not exactly what you signed up for when we got married, but what do you think?" Carrie asked while already looking into my eyes for an answer.

Inside, I was in turmoil. I loved Carrie and nobody else. I hadn't even been interested in looking for someone else after Carrie left; I had resigned myself to being alone for the rest of my life because I couldn't be with the only one I had ever loved.

For her to remain with Gabrielle and then muck up my life by having only a sexual relationship with me - and to introduce another woman into the relationship -- well, this was a lot to take in. I was trying desperately to weigh my options but there were only two: one was to stay alone, probably for the rest of my life, and the other option was to have my wife back with her lesbian lover and it didn't seem like there would be any real relationship except for a sexual one.

This might sound like some sort of fantasy come true, but I really just wanted Carrie.

"Can you give me time to think this through?" I asked.

"Of course."

"I'm going to get another latte; will you wait?"

"Sure," she smiled, weakly.

During the 30 seconds it took to walk to the counter, I had about 5000 thoughts run through my head. I still love my wife. Gabrielle is fucking hot. My wife is hot. I haven't had a hint of sex for way too long. Did I leave my car unlocked? Two women at once?! Fuck! Could I possibly do this without cumming in the first 10 seconds? Is Carrie wearing underwear? She looks better than she ever has. Wait Wait Wait! This is a dream, right? How can I know it's reality? Ow! That hurt; I guess this is real. Is this some sort of trick?

I got my drink and the barista was openly flirting with me. What the actual fuck was going on? I mean here I was being propositioned by two lesbians to join them for a threesome and at the same time a twenty-something pretty woman was hitting on me.

What planet was this? My head was spinning, but on the way back to the table, I realized that it was her and Gabrielle and me together for sex, or nothing. I wasn't even interested in the barista! She was so pretty but, nothing! Man, I must really love my wife. Although I resented Gabrielle for stealing my wife away, this was too great a thing to turn down. Fuck it.

I had made up my mind.

I told her I would.

Then Carrie tapped her feet and actually squeaked with excitement. I missed that about her; one of many things.

We agreed to get together that night, no point in putting this off; we would get together at my house and have a trial threesome.

As we were parting outside she whispered in my ear, "Gabrielle used to be totally straight and she has a great talent for sucking cock. She tells me she can deep throat." She kissed me lightly right on the lips while running her tongue lightly across them and smiled, then walked away, looking back once to gauge my level of interest, I guess.

My jaw was open like a fool, there was probably steam coming out of my ears, my legs felt wobbly, and I was sporting an erection like I hadn't had in a long time - and was gonna need a cold shower to keep me alive until tonight. Not sure if it was the kiss or the whole deep throat tease. Maybe both.

Yeah. Both.

What are you supposed to do to prepare for your first threesome? Especially when it was going to be with your estranged wife and her smoking hot lesbian lover? I didn't need to clean the house up, so what to do?

Wine! Yes! I could distract myself with choosing the perfect wine, maybe a few. Carrie loved a good Bordeaux and I bought half a case of some fairly expensive bottles.

A few texts later, 8:00 was the time we agreed on.

A nap sounded like a good idea; it was probably the only way I could get through the afternoon. I had this weird dream where the three of us were having sex by a big tree in a public park and people were walking by. Some stopped to watch for a while. A helicopter whirred overhead and a news crew was filming us. Then some police officers were gathered watching while sipping coffee and eventually left in a chartreuse microbus.

Did I ever wake up confused after that dream, but I gathered what sense I had left in me and picked out some casual wear, then got the wine to 61 degrees (16 Celsius) just like you're supposed to.

The doorbell rang at a few minutes after 8:00. When I opened the door, nothing could have prepared me for the scene in front of me.

Carrie was wearing a very very short skirt and mesh nylons with heels and a very tight top that left very little to my imagination. Gabrielle was more beautiful than I ever remembered her. What made her even sexier was the see-through dress with a minimal bra and thong, paired with heels and a choker with an actual small chain hanging off it. The Uber driver who was lingering in the driveway was getting a great show.

I practically came right then.

"Hi Carrie. Gabrielle."

"Hello. Can we come in? We brought wine," they took turns speaking almost like it was rehearsed, and with more than a hint of excitement in their voices.

I had never felt so desired. I had never been so fucking turned on.

We sat and talked for a bit, but I could tell they both wanted to get down to business.

"Did Carrie tell you how much I love sucking cock?" smiled Gabrielle.

"She said you had a talent," I smiled right back.

The backstory goes: a short while after they had gotten together, they had had a talk about sex and both had admitted that although they loved and preferred lesbian sex, they missed cock for different reasons. Gabrielle missed sucking cock.

"It's weird," she admitted "I just love the feeling of a cock sliding around my mouth and running my tongue around it, and when it slides into my throat I almost orgasm. It's a real turn on for me, like a weird animal lust. Not 100% of the time, but I miss it and want it more than I ever thought I would. We've tried a dildo, but it's not the same."

"For me," Carrie added "I miss being filled. Your cock is something special and I feel like it pushes my limits to exactly where I want, and it feels so fucking good inside me."

Gabrielle explained the situation a little more, "We were talking one day about sex, and got around to how and why we missed cock. We considered trying to find some random, hot guy but trust is a big deal and letting a stranger into our lives didn't sound like a safe idea."

"That's when I brought up your cock and how much I love that thing inside me," Carrie chimed in. "We both looked at each other and knew what we wanted. We wanted you. You are fucking hot, with a perfect cock, and you are completely trustworthy. You haven't even dated anyone since I left, have you?"

"Nope."

"And we both like you in a sexual way -- oh and you're a stand-up guy too," Gabrielle breathed, and I swear the low-tone of the vibrations in her voice combined with the look in her eyes fucked me right up. I was supposed to resent her for taking my wife away, but now I wanted her almost as much as I wanted my wife.

"Bottle of red?" I glanced toward the coffee table.

"Mind reader," Carrie grinned.

"Hell yeah!" Gabrielle seemed like she couldn't contain herself.

We talked more and one bottle turned into two as the conversation steered into sex, and we started to plan our night. I'd never really planned sex like this before; I always thought it would ruin the spontaneity but it didn't. I swear I caught my wife's new lover grinding a ridge in the couch as we got into details about our sexual desires.

We all agreed that all three of us had to be involved every step of the way; nobody left alone in the bed fingering themselves as I drove my cock into whatever hole it was busy with. I added that there should be no lesbian action going on without me involved; I mean, this was going to be awesome to watch but I didn't want to be sitting with a bag of chips and a glass of wine watching a show.

We finished that bottle and started on the next.

"I brought my favourite dildo," Gabrielle sang as she pulled it from her purse.

"WE brought OUR favourite dildo," Carrie corrected.

They laughed a little too long; the wine was kicking in and kicking out what little inhibition these two had.

Carrie told the story of us getting caught having public sex and Gabrielle told us the story about the first time she had sucked cock. She got into the details of exactly how subservient and used it made her feel, but still holding on to some element of control of the situation. She liked feeling used. Her and Carrie had done some light bondage and it drove her orgasms into high gear.

Carrie couldn't wait any longer, "Mind if we move this upstairs?"

Nobody spoke. We all just put our glasses down and practically ran upstairs.

Gabrielle jumped onto the bed and stripped slowly, peeling -- and I do mean peeling -- the see-through dress up over her head. Left with only that tiny bra and thong, she laid back on the bed and erotically pulled off her heels. She played with the choker around her neck, tugging on the chain attached to it.

Carrie crawled across the bed and kissed Gabrielle in a long, tongue-twisting kiss and then got on her knees. Unzipping her short skirt, she only had the mesh nylons on with those heels pointed right toward me. Gabrielle got up and pulled her top over Carrie's head and she had no bra hiding her perfect little tits.

Gabrielle started licking one of my wife's nipples and she threw her head back in ecstasy. I threw my clothes off in a flurry and then slowed down and sat on the edge of the bed, taking in this scene.

Carrie unsnapped Gabrielle's bra and tossed it as she dove into her tits, sucking on one of them like this was some erotic movie we were in.

They motioned for me to join them and I slid into a three-way kiss, a meeting of wet tongues that was not putting out a fire but stoking it. I was having sex for the first time in a long while and my cock seized the moment to get as large as it's ever been.

"What have we here?" Carrie stared down at my stiffness.

Both of them got on their knees and started working that cock, running their tongues up and down the sides, meeting at the tip and kissing, intertwining tongues, and then moving down again.

I was having an out-of-body experience watching this. I mean, most men probably dream of this happening -- I sure did -- and here it was, happening to me. And it was better than any fantasy I'd ever had.

Carrie pushed me backward onto the bed and straddled me, revealing the crotchless nature of her mesh nylons and slowly lowering herself onto my cock. The extra sensation I was feeling was more than excitement, it was Gabrielle getting my cock wet with her soft, wet mouth and then guiding me inside my wife's pussy. The nylons moving across my skin added yet another dimension to the pleasure.

Carrie leaned back and ground herself into me while Gabrielle re-positioned and started licking between her legs as we fucked.

This went on for a few minutes and the sensation was overwhelming. I had no idea why I hadn't shot my load because fucking Carrie while feeling another woman down there, occasionally brushing against my cock with her tongue, was almost too much. Somehow, my cock had taken over the thinking functions of my brain and had decided that we were going to make this night of sex last a long time for a great big payoff in the end.

Carrie's clit had other motives; Gabrielle had found her most sensitive area and was sucking on it as best she could. Carrie exploded in a flurry of yelps and hissing sounds that accompanied a twitching in her whole body as she collapsed forward -- her lesbian lover barely getting out of the way in time to avoid being struck by her torso.

Her breathing quickly recovered from short panting to exclaim, "Fuck, I have missed that!!"

"I'll try not to act to insulted," fake-pouted Gabrielle and then pulled Carrie off me, latching onto my cock with her mouth and taking that thing all the way in.

Carrie and I watched in amazement as she swallowed the whole thing after a few up and down movements, the length of my shaft completely disappearing into Gabrielle's gagging throat. Each gag was followed by a muffled moan. She really liked this!

Carrie moved behind Gabrielle and slowly worked the dildo they had brought into her pussy. I craned my head around to try to get a good view of this fucking hot woman sucking my cock and getting fucked with a dildo.

I think Gabrielle could have done this for longer than the five minutes or so that she'd been going at it, but Carrie wanted to change things up and knew exactly how to make her come. She buried her face in Gabrielle's ass, jabbing her hole with her tongue.

This was too much for Gabrielle and she soon came in a long, slow, hip-swinging, gasping series of "Gaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!" sounds, releasing a whole bunch of built-up sexual tension.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-UUUUUUKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" she absolutely screamed into the bed.

"Give me your cock!" demanded Gabrielle and I obliged by kneeling between her legs, entering her, and pumping her hard. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in harder with each stroke as she writhed underneath me. Carrie moved up near her head and shoved her pussy into Gabrielle's eager mouth as I got to enjoy the show from a perfect vantage point. Carrie was pulling on the choker chain to force the movements like she liked them. The pussy-licking drove Carrie to another sputtering orgasm and a few minutes later, Gabrielle absolutely clenched every muscle around my cock and came in a series of convulsions that almost made me come too.

"I have an idea," Carrie spoke in a breathy erotic low tone.

Carrie easily slid on top Gabrielle on a water-slide of sexy friction and sweat and dripped all over her pussy, strands of wetness making thin lines between her tongue and that pulsing clit as her tongue flicking began. I shoved my cock inside Carrie's pussy and withdrew it; shoved it in Gabrielle's mouth all the way to her throat, pulled it from there and fucked Carrie with that mix of pre-cum and drool. I alternated fucking Gabrielle's mouth and Carrie's snatch, each time hearing an audible deep moan from Gabrielle as my cock stretched her throat.

Carrie was busily sucking wetness from Gabrielle's pussy and jamming a finger in her ass with a relentless rhythm that was pushing her close to the edge of cumming again.

I couldn't have scripted this whole threesome better. There I was, fucking my wife from behind and alternately fucking her lover's hungry mouth. At the same time on the other end, my wife was eating pussy and finger-fucking her lover.

This was too much.

The low rumbling of an orgasm was surfacing from seep within in me and I couldn't hold back any longer. It was like the three of us were one body, all wrapped up in pleasure and lost in the moment.

I shot a load from my engorged cock into that tight hole and the three of us all came at once, moving in an orgasmic rhythm. I pulled my cock out slowly and dripped some of that massive load onto her glistening, shaved pussy. Gabrielle extended Carrie's orgasm by licking cum off her in long, deliberate strokes.

"Fuck." "Oh, fuck." "Fucking fuck!" We all spoke in cursive and fell into a trembling, contented, and totally satisfied mass of human flesh on the soaked bed.

We were totally worn out and all fell asleep in that tangle, waking up about a half hour later. I woke up first and revelled for a few moments in the sticky force of sweat and sex lightly gluing us together.

Finding bits of clothing strewn around the room, we staggered into them and purposefully stepped down the stairs into the living room, holding onto the handrail for balance. That romp had stripped us of all energy and balance.

Breaking the silence, Gabrielle reached for her half empty glass of wine, "That was what I'd call a highly successful trial."

"Yep," from Carrie and me.

"My vote is that we get together soon and do something like that again," proposed Carrie.

"All in favour say aye," from Gabrielle.

"AYE!" agreed the both of us.

I called them an Uber and they left with slightly damaged clothing. I kissed them both long and fully on the lips and poured them into the car.

They were back the following weekend. And the weekend after that. The following weekend, they stayed overnight on the Saturday. I was starting to like Saturdays. After many weeks of experimental fun, we decided to all move in together; this was working our very well both sexually and personally.

Now I live with my wife again, but this time with our girlfriend. Our lover. And oh, the stories I could tell.

Let's just say that the sexual imaginings of three lovers are more than two plus one.