I felt terrible. For the second time I had cock-blocked Kate in her latest conquest by leaving them alone when she expected me to join them. I expected her to consummate their liaison, not noticing my absence. My phobia over her kissing her lover was becoming the bête noire of our marriage.

“I have to overcome this craziness and let my beautiful wife enjoy her handsome lover,” I scolded myself. “She has demonstrated more than once that she would give up the sex if she couldn’t do it her way. And she did it with reasonable equanimity. It’s time to face the music or pull the plug.”

This experiment is supposed to be about opening herself up to new and exciting experiences never before known. It should not be constrained by my arbitrary requirements. She must be free to go where things take her. And in theory, that is what I want also.

“Do you have Sam’s number?” I asked her. “I’m going to ask him to come back, and I want us to have an exciting threesome tonight. OK?”

Kate was skeptical, twice burned, but I convinced Sam to return. Fortunately, he lives only minutes away. I told him not to bother dressing up. He got the message, arriving with only gym shorts and a t-shirt.

When I led him into the living room, she stood, and they shared a chaste kiss while I made him a drink. I turned to them and was blown away by my wife’s outfit.

Her white peignoir had a tie at the neck only; the front hangs, not quite closed, and it was, for all intents, transparent; her areoles and her pubic patch were quite visible through the material. Her erect nipples tried mightily to push out in search of a mouth to suck them.

Any small movement caused at the opening to part revealing glimpses of a breast and her pussy, only to settle over the sight again.

She was a vision; my cock sprang to life in an instant at her beauty, and I’m sure Sam’s must have too. I was actually struck dumb with love, and lust for her. She showed no sign of nervousness, simply accepting our admiration as her due.

“Where to begin?” I asked finally. Kate turned to me and hugged me, then placed her lips on mine. Her tongue soon followed while her hand groped my shorts.

“How about you and Sam undress each other; don’t mind me.” With that, she slid to her knees and undid my shorts, pulled them and my underpants down in one swoop. I felt her warm lips on my tumescent cock briefly.

Then she turned her attention to Sam’s gym shorts which were doing a poor job of containing his big cock. I grabbed the hem of his tee shirt and he raised his arms as I removed it. He started to unbutton my shirt.

Kate turned us toward each other with a cock in each hand and began to lick both heads, her hands frotting them together, with her tongue laving to our balls and back, to swallow one glans, then the other.

Sam laid his arm over my shoulder, which I took as an attempt to align our cocks better. I was busy watching Kate’s ministrations when I felt a hand on my chin, turning my head toward Sam. Then his lips touched mine lightly for a brief moment.

After the initial shock, he pressed them on me again, with more pressure and his tongue insinuated itself on my lips. I opened and let it probe my teeth. The sensations were not unpleasant, and I let it continue for a bit. Kate was watching with anticipation from below. I wondered if any of this was planned by them.

She stood up and wrapped her arms around us both and tried a three-way kiss, without much success. “Shall we take this circus upstairs?” she asked the room.

Without objection, she and Sam started toward the bedrooms. Her peignoir fell to the floor at my feet. I followed watching her beautiful legs and smooth ass take the stairs, he was enjoying the jiggling of her breasts. There were tantalizing glimpses of her pussy lips from below. Kate had something for everyone.

She led Sam to the guest room, then dropped to her knees in front of him. As I tried to pass them, she grabbed my hand and pulled me down with her, her free hand holding his cock at the base of its barrel.

“Try this,” she whispered aiming his cock at my mouth. “He’s very big, so cover your teeth with your lips, like this,” she demonstrated. Sam laid a hand on each of our heads and let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction.

I tried to follow her instructions, but was not used to stuffing such a huge piece of meat in my mouth. It was interesting running my tongue around the flange of his glans and holding his cock while Kate tried to take it deep. I did hold his hot balls for a minute or two.

But I was losing interest in MM action and wanted to get my nose into Kate’s crotch, so I stood and went to the bed. After a time, she rose into his arms for a hug, while looking at me stroking my cock.

“I need a serious warm-up; any takers?” I held my arms open, and she got the message.

“Come, lie down beside me Sam, I think my darling husband is wanting to lick my pussy; I can’t pass that up.”

She lay on her back and spread her legs for me. Her pussy lips were closed; I had to slide my fingers under her thighs and open them. Then my tongue took over from memory of hundreds of orgasms past.

Soon, she was moaning and alternating between grabbing my head and grabbing Sam’s, who was licking and nipping her nipples. I heard her, “Oh!” and felt her thighs clamp my head when she came for the first time, then she pushed me away before my tongue could touch her tender, pulsating clit again.

Sam and I both sat back and studied Kate’s spasms until she quieted with a contented smile on her face. “Thank you, darling,” she whispered to me.

Then Kate held out her hand to him, inviting him in my place between her thighs. In this position, she needed no help to register his exposed glans between her outer lips and grasp his buttocks. She placed her feet on his calves and levered her pelvis up to a perfect alignment for his thrust.

I was mesmerized watching that monster slide effortlessly into her about halfway. Sam stopped there for several seconds until she wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck and pulled him down for, you guessed it, a kiss.

That kiss went on and on, for an eternity while he pressed his cock deeper. It was a spectacle I couldn’t look away from. He gradually reached bottom and began deliberate fucking motions. I watched his glutes clench at the end of each stroke.

Between his legs I could see her puffy pussy lips like a grommet grasping his fat shaft, then releasing for the next onslaught of his whole ten inches. At times, his glans showed as he almost slipped out.

I was in no doubt that this woman could no longer belong to just one man, as she softly encouraged his deep thrusts, “Yes, yes, oh yes,” nodding her head, looking deep into his eyes.

Then she pushed his shoulders off her and proceeded to cum, and cum. I could see her abdominal muscles flex and her pelvis rise each time she spasmed. Sam held himself steady above her, enjoying the squeezing of her pussy walls on his cock.

At length, she opened her eyes, and looking into his, whispered, “Please cum in me now, darling. I want to feel you spurt your hot cum deep in me.” She held out her arms for him to lie back down on her breasts and kiss her again.

They became one at that moment until he came in her and stopped thrusting. He slowly eased out of her, leaving a trail of their combined juices.

The urge to run had been powerful, but instead, after they separated, I leaned in and kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She placed her hand on the back of my head and held me tightly to her, kissing me back.

When I took a nipple in my mouth. Kate merely sighed, “Oh darling, thank you,” to whom, I wasn’t sure.

Sam sat to one side, just watching us. I moved between her legs to place my cock in her. Her arms never left my neck, her legs wrapped around my middle, and her heels pressed my butt urging me in.

There was no resistance, no friction; her pussy was open and slick with his spunk oozing out of her. I was not frantic to cum, rather I wanted to fuck her all night, to reclaim my wife and lover.

Our mouths were locked together when I came in her as deep as I could. Sam had disappeared.

“You stayed,” she whispered. “I love you.”

Later, I asked her where Sam had gone.

“He left. Perhaps he saw two lovers who should not be disturbed and knew he was no longer needed.”

“Will he come back?” I asked, very gratified by her speculation.

“Maybe someday I’ll ask him, who knows?”