Winters in Northern California can be beautiful, but there are times when rain can come in for days on end. They call this an atmospheric river, which can bring a week of solid rain and high winds. The combination of water and winds can destroy falling trees and powerlines, paralyzing the town for days.

This was the situation in January of last year. A miserable weather pattern had descended on our area. Hundreds of fallen limbs and trees created widespread power outages, forcing people into pseudo-survival mode. Electric generators were started to provide minimal electricity to maintain essential appliances like refrigerators and cell phone charges.

The power went out at our house at about 2:30 PM on Friday. I was working from home that afternoon, but the work stopped when the power went down. No internet means no work. I didn’t mind since the week was nearly over, and I had no more meetings scheduled that afternoon.

Less than a minute after the power went out, Dave called me. The alarm system triggers an automatic notice when there is a power failure. This safety feature has saved us several times when traveling and unable to respond to the property's needs. Knowing the power is down allows us to call a neighbor to turn on the generator in our absence.

“Power down?” asked Dave without identifying himself. 

“Yep,” I responded nonchalantly.

“Okay, I’m still about two hours away,” said Dave. Traffic is moving very slowly, but at least it hasn’t stopped.”

“No worries,” I indicated. “I’ll sit tight to see if it is a short outage.”

“That’s wishful thinking,” Dave responded with a laugh.

“I can always hope,” I said, trying to show some optimism.

“Okay, I’ll be home as soon as possible,” said Dave. “Looks like we’ll be heading to bed early tonight.”

“You know I love that,” I quipped. “I assume when you say bed, you don’t mean going to sleep.”

“You can always read my mind,” said Dave.

“After twenty-eight years, there are some things that don’t require explanation,” I said lightheartedly.

“See you soon,” Dave ended.

The truth is, we are very compatible. We’ve known each other for thirty years and married for twenty-eight. Our life together has had plenty of twists and turns, but we have been strongly committed to one another and have successfully raised two kids who were off on their own. I’m Cindy, and this is a glimpse into the life I enjoy and the complexities of relationships.

We’re empty nesters, except for multiple instances when one or both kids had to return for an extended stay do to various circumstances in their lives. They are always welcome, but we have grown to love being alone as a couple. It gives us many freedoms we had given up during the child-raising years.

Dave and I met after college during a ski trip to Salt Lake City with many friends and acquaintances. The trip was loosely organized by a group of USC alumni living in San Francisco. Dave was among the alumni, having graduated with an engineering degree a few years prior.

A gal friend who went to USC on the weekend invited me and wanted some company to share the room with. I had attended a California State school, which left me feeling inferior to the group, but no one seemed to care.

I knew some people in the group and was accepted with no reservations. The truth is, they liked any girl who could ski well. There were always many more guys than girls, which was a great way to make new relationships. USC graduates are smart enough to know the improved odds that some girls would be available for other benefits that trips like this tend to foster.

My reason for going was simple. I loved to ski, and it was fun to ski with people with the same passion. Meeting new friends was a side benefit of the trip.  My friend April, who had invited me on the trip, had told me she had a similar plan, but after we got there, she met a new guy friend and spent much of the week with him.  That was fine with me. I am comfortable with meeting new people. I don’t need a wingman to ease my anxiety.

I found a small group of skiers interested in the more challenging terrain: three guys and one other girl. This little pod of five people spent time together on the first day, running from one challenging slope to another. We all skied at roughly the same level, so there was no waiting on a slower participant, which allowed us to quickly cover a lot of ground.

It’s been my experience that guys enjoy ski girls that can hold their own. My family had always skied, and I probably had as much time on the slopes as anyone in the group. I had the benefit of growing up in the foothills of California, so my access to skiing was nearly unlimited. I also skied on the team at my high school, which allowed me additional weekly access to practice on Friday afternoons.

The dudes on the Salt Lake trip were impressed after the first day. It was a real ego boost, and I felt confident as the day ended, as we headed down for the last run.  We made it to the bottom as the long shadow of the mountain wholly covered the slopes. The light was flat, which made the bumps hard to perceive. However, the snow was great, so we did not have to slow down too much to still ski at a safe speed. It was a perfect close to the day.

That night, the group of five talked about the highlights of the day over beers and pizza. Dave was not the most expressive guy in the bunch. That role went to Bill McMillan, who was far from the best skier but acted like he was. He was nice enough but a bit too impressed with himself for my taste. During the skiing, I found Dave to be a nice guy who didn’t try to overplay his hand. That impression continued over dinner, and I was attracted to his subtle charm and ability to converse. Engineers from USC are not always socially adept, so Dave stood out in the group.

After dinner, we all agreed to hit the hot tub to relax our sore muscles. April and I met in the room to change into our bathing suits. I had brought a relatively modest one-piece bathing suit, which I liked and felt comfortable in. April looked at me and said, “Girl, you need a sexier suit.”

She immediately went to her suitcase and pulled out a couple of skimpy bikinis.

“Which one do you want to wear?” April asked as she held them up.

I wasn’t quite ready to put it all out there, but she insisted, so I took her up on the offer and grabbed the red and white one. After putting it on, I realized it was pretty small, but I figured I would be in good company with April wearing an even smaller suit.

We wrapped towels around ourselves and headed to the pool area. The resort had an enormous indoor hot tub laid out as a conversation pool. At least fifty people were sitting in the pool when I arrived. The crowd was mostly in their twenties and thirties, and the group had a lot of energy. Loud talking and joking were the atmosphere in the room, obviously fueled by the beer consumed earlier.

It was a fun evening of talking and laughing. I was hanging out in the pool with a group from the club, specifically those I skied with all day. I did not know them well, so it was a great time to learn more about each individual. I was enjoying a couple of the guys I had met, but I was unsure which one seemed the most interesting. Dave was a contender, but he was not the only one.

After ninety minutes of sitting in the hot tub, one can assess the various people quite well. The physical aspect was obvious. Many athletic guys at that age have great bodies. I also needed to be interested in someone mentally, which eliminated a couple of the jerkier guys.

I had a keen sense that there was also much checking me out. I caught several stares at my tits in the wet suit. This is normal with a bunch of horny guys. It doesn’t phase me at all. I played a teasing game with myself by rising in the pool until my tits crested the water. Then, I would quickly glance around at who was looking.

Dave showed interest the first night but did not attempt to engage me in anything more than a fun conversation. As I headed back to my room, I knew there was a little spark between us, and I decided to fan the flame the next day.

The skiing on the subsequent days continued to be exhilarating. Our group changed a little as people were tired or wanted a change of scenery.  Dave and I continued to ski in the same group, giving us an excellent chance to spend time together.

By the third night, we were both giving off a lot of signals, so we decided to meet up for drinks alone. The lodge had a bar where we grabbed a table and had cocktails. After a few drinks, I told him I enjoyed hanging with him this week. He reciprocated and added that he wanted to see more of me after the week ended.  

“I think we should see more of each other tonight,” I said as I smiled and looked him in the eyes.

He was flustered for a second as he looked at me. I think he was used to working a lot harder to get a girl to sleep with him.  

Then he smiled and said, “That would be awesome.”

By then, April had found a guy to hook up with and was not hanging out in the room. I suggested we head to my room, where we could be alone. Dave didn’t waste any time and reached for the tab immediately.

We entered the dark room and did not turn on the light. Enough light was coming through the window to see the bed and the surroundings. Dave came up behind me and kissed my neck, and I swung my hair to the other side so he had good access to my bare skin. His lips on my neck gave me goosebumps.

I arched my back and pressed into him in response to his touch. His hands moved up my stomach and onto my breasts. I liked his touch, and I felt my nipples firm up as he caressed them through my shirt. I pushed my rear into him and could feel the stiffness.

Now, after many years have passed, Dave and I think back on that first night together.  As with all new lovers, the initial coupling had highs and lows. For me, the realization that Dave has a great cock was a fantastic discovery. For him, the realization that I love sucking his cock was a fun bonus. There is always a rush the first time you get naked with a partner, and that was undoubtedly the high point. The fucking was average, but that is often the case with a new partner. We’re much better now than we were back then.

As the ski trip ended, we had spent three nights together and made love at least 10 times.  Those first nights together laid the foundation of our relationship, which has lasted for nearly thirty years. So, we can say that it was the start of something special.

The emotional chemistry between Dave and I was great from the start. This generally translates to a healthy sexual relationship, which has always been the case for us. He’s an attentive lover that takes his time. He can be creative at times and loves to pleasure me. As a couple, we’ve become much better at sex as the years have passed. We talk about this topic a lot, and we always enjoy talking about sexual adventures and new things we want to try together.  

By the time Dave got to the house, the power had been off for nearly an hour, and it was starting to get chilly. The wind was blowing hard, and it seemed to drive the heat out of the house.  I was bundled up in several layers of clothes, doing my best to keep my body temperature up.

“Hey girl, looks like we’re in for a cold night,” said Dave as he walked in the door.

“I know; I’ve been listening to the radio, and the storm will last at least 12 more hours,” I replied.

“I think we should crank up the woodstove in the family room and sleep there tonight,” Dave suggested.

“I’ll get the blankets and pillows from our room,” I said. “Shut all the doors to the other rooms.”

We scurried around to prepare the house for the long, cold night. This was not new for us. There had been other stormy nights without power when we gathered the family and camped out in one room. Back then, we entertained the kids with games by candlelight and watched movies on a battery DVD player. They were memorable times that the family enjoyed reminiscing about. Tonight, Dave and I were the only ones there, so the fun and games were bound to be spicier.

Dinner was relatively meager. I made some turkey sandwiches that we consumed with chips and a couple of glasses of wine. It was far from gourmet but easy and hit the spot. We lingered over our wine and enjoyed the time to talk without distractions.

Despite the weather, we were both content to relax and be with each other. There was a playfulness between us, and I knew we would have sex before the night was over. The conversation slowly turned to the various sexual adventures we had experienced together over the years. We enjoyed reflecting on our shared pinnacle experiences and laughed about the various situations. It was a fun way to get us in the mood.

“Remember that long weekend at Brad and Jen’s cabin?” I asked Dave.

“Oh yeah,” replied Dave with a smile. “It was quite the weekend.”

Our close friends had invited us to their cabin for a getaway without kids. The cabin was nothing fancy but had a couple of bedrooms and a nice hot tub. We visited there several times, but the first weekend was the most fun. After dinner the first night, Brad suggested we relax in the hot tub. We had all consumed several glasses of wine, so the mood was light.

“We have a strict rule in the hot tub,” announced Brad as we got up from the table. “No swimsuits. It puts too much detergent in the water.

We all knew this was bullshit because we had seen pictures of the family in the tub together, clearly wearing suits. However, I went along with his game; it was dark out there anyway.

“That’s the rule, huh?” I asked, looking at Jen. She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

Dave looked at me suspiciously, expecting me to say no. But I’ve never been a prude about these things.

“You know I’m a rule follower,” I said to Brad with a sly smile. “Let’s get our towels.”

The couples both went to their rooms and stripped down. Dave and I wrapped the towels around us and headed to the tub. Brad was removing the lid and getting ready to climb in as we got there. He was nude and not shy, so it was easy to drop the towels and climb in with him. Jen arrived momentarily without a towel and was perfectly comfortable with the situation.  

We were all in our late thirties, so I guess we had lost any inhibitions about being naked. It was very relaxing and fun to be with them. We talked and laughed in the pool for at least an hour. Both guys were staring at the ladies at every opportunity. The light from the sliding door was more than enough to see each other.

We started to feel waterlogged and decided to head inside. Jen climbed out first, giving everyone in the tub a clear look at her pussy as she spread her legs to get one over the side. I decided to give Brad and Dave a similar thrill, so I slowly stood up and carefully put one leg on the side. My pussy was no further than a foot away from Brad’s face. His eyes immediately looked at it, and I knew I had his attention. It was just a fun tease and harmless.

Jen and I dried off and hung our towels on the hooks outside. Then we walked naked together into the house. Dave and Brad were still in the hot tub, enjoying the view. Probably, both guys had boners and didn’t want to get out of the water.

The hot tub on the first night kicked off a new level of openness with Brad and Jen. The following day, we all had coffee together in the hot tub; this time, it was full daylight, so nothing was left to the imagination. Both couples had no hesitation with lounging around nude.

The high point of the weekend with Brad and Jen was Saturday night. After dinner, the guys suggested we smoke a couple of joints Brad had brought.  The cannabis made us all feel like we were teenagers at a party. Dave started talking about the fun times he had making out at parties. We all joined in with funny stories from the awkward teenage years.

To add to the humor, Jen started turning off the lights to set the mood. Music was playing in the background, and the vibe was cool. Then, she unbuttoned her shirt and sat down on Brad’s lap. The two started kissing on the couch, and the kiss quickly led to groping, and the scene looked even more like a high school party.  

Dave kissed me, and I felt a rush of stimulation go through me. I pressed into him and drove my tongue into his mouth. I was game for some playtime and was not shy like I would have been in high school.  In no time, the couples were undressing and laughing about it.

A moment later, I looked over and Jen had Brad’s stiff cock in her mouth. She saw me look over, and she glanced back at me.

Jen lifted her head and said, “C’mon girl, you need to catch up.”

So I sat on the couch and had Dave stand in front of me.  I had never given a public blow job before, but I didn’t care at that point, and Dave was loving it.

For the next hour, Dave and I were in our element. We fucked each other like there was no tomorrow. Brad and Jen were doing the same. The cannabis provided a surreal aura, and I couldn’t quite get my head around what was happening. I remember Dave going down on me and Brad watching him from no more than three feet away. Brad was masturbating while he watched, and Jen was licking his balls. I climaxed hard, knowing that Brad was enjoying the view.

By the end of the night, both couples had watched each other fuck in every position. I can’t say I learned anything new, but participating was fun. We finally made our way to our bedroom, and Dave fucked me again while the images of the night reverberated in my stoned brain.

The following day, I felt a little embarrassed about the antics overnight. I woke up before Dave and did not want to go out and get coffee, fearing the likelihood of running into Jen and Brad. When Dave woke up, I told him I might have trouble facing them. He reassured me that it was all just fun and that no one got hurt.

We headed to the kitchen after we heard our friends milling about. It turns out that Jen and Brad had no feelings of hesitation.

“Here come our fuck buddies,” Jen said with a big smile as we entered the kitchen.

She hugged and kissed me, then slapped me on the rear, saying, “We love vacationing with you guys.”

There was no awkwardness between us after the night of parading our intimacy in front of one another. They were casual and even joked about what fun we all had. In later discussions Dave and I had about the evening, we both realized that we enjoy being a bit naughty sexually. For me, it was a freeing experience that I never knew I could want. The thought of fucking in the same room with close friends had never crossed my mind. After that weekend, it was all I could think of. My sexual boundaries had moved past the limits I had previously stayed within, and I was enjoying the newfound freedom.

Brad and Jen were great friends, and we enjoyed several sexy weekends together. But Brad was a fast-mover and got a corporate job in Southern California. Our friendship dwindled over the years, and it has been several years since we last talked. We will always be thankful to them for helping us break out of our sexual cocoon.

As we sat by the fire this stormy night, Dave and I retold other stories of our many sexual adventures. As usual, the recollection of the events was enough to get me wet and make me feel ready for Dave to make love to me. Given the circumstances and the lack of distractions other than keeping the wood stove going, it was inevitable.

“We should have more sexual adventures,” Dave announced as he turned to me. “We’re free to do whatever we please.”

“That’s true, and we still love having sex,” I returned. “It just takes you longer to recover these days.”

“Oh, not fair,” Dave said as he tried to tickle me.

I pondered the thought for a minute and longed for the weekends at Brad and Jen’s or the nude swims at our other friend's pool before we had kids. They were special times.

I decided to go forward with the discussion to keep the fantasy developing.

“I always thought we might exchange partners with Brad and Jen,” I said out of the blue and with confidence.

“Really,” Dave said with complete surprise. “It seemed to me like the opportunity never materialized.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” I said. “It might have eventually happened if they had stayed in the area.”

This exchange opened up a fun line of back-and-forth discussions between us. Dave questioned me about wanting to have sex with Brad, and I told him it had crossed my mind a few times, but I wasn’t going to be the one to suggest it.

Dave said he liked watching Jen have sex with Brad but never felt a strong urge to fuck her. We concluded that Brad and Jen were great fun to be with, but the complications of sharing partners were probably too much, so we never went in that direction.

I was feeling in the mood to keep the sexy talk going. It turns me on to fantasize out loud. I smiled and looked at Dave; I could tell he was also having fun with the discussion.

“Okay, let’s have fun discussing fantasies,” I suggested. “You must be completely honest, and I promise not to judge. Which would you choose, a threesome with me or a hall pass to find another girl to fuck for one night?”

“That’s an easy one,” Dave responded. “A threesome would win hands down.”

I thought Dave was just being cautious with his answer, but he seemed genuinely sincere.

“Good answer,” I said, laughing. “I was hoping you would say that.”

Dave’s answer didn’t surprise me. We had talked about threesomes a couple of times in the past, and we both expressed some interest.

“My turn,” said Dave. “Would you rather exchange partners with close friends or strangers?”

“Close friends, for sure,” I answered quickly. “I would definitely want to know the couple and have some amount of intimacy.”

“Would you want to be in the same bed or private rooms?” Dave asked.

“So I am not saying I’m down with this, but if it happened, I would like to be in the same room,” I said thoughtfully.

I explained that I was unsure about watching Dave with another woman. It has never been a fantasy for me to see him fuck someone else. I would have to be confident in our relationship before I was relaxed enough to share Dave.

“I’ve shared how I would feel. How would you feel if you watched me with another guy?” I asked Dave.

“That’s an excellent question,” said Dave. “If we were with another couple, it would seem that it was an even trade. I fuck his wife; he fucks mine. Although, I’m certain it would be strange to see another guy’s cock in your mouth.”

“Just my mouth?” I said, laughing.

“Your mouth and other places,” Dave said with a smile. “But, I can’t lie, there would be a certain turn-on to see you getting fucked.”

“Really?” I said with a little too much emotion. I cannot recall him ever admitting that to me.

“I think many guys have a weird desire to see their wives with other men,” said Dave with a bit of embarrassment. “It’s like a primal instinct.”

I was always aware this was the case, but I was surprised Dave had never voiced this before.

“So, if we found another couple to swing with, you’d like to watch me fuck him?” I teased.

“Yeah, that would be quite the show,” quipped Dave.

“Getting back to the threesome question, would you rather see me with another girl or another guy?” I asked with genuine interest.

Dave's long answer made sense. He explained that he would love to have two women make love to him, but the synergy between the women would have to be there. The two girls would need to be comfortable playing with each other. In the situation with another guy, he felt both could get off with one girl and not have the need to play together. Dave also indicated that he was not interested in any guy action.

“So, you think having another guy in the mix might work,” I asked.

 “I think my ego could handle it,” Dave said.

“You just said it would be weird,” I said.

“Oh, it would be weird,” Dave replied. “I’m just saying that I might find it stimulating. How about you.”

I realized that Dave’s question was tricky. I didn’t want to seem anxious or put off by his question. The truth was, the thought of fucking two guys was much more appealing to me than a threesome with another girl.

“It would depend on the guy; you know I’m picky,” I said. “I think having two guys could be a great turn-on and probably a fantastic ego boost to this middle-aged mom. But I don’t need the attention of two men. Our sex is amazing.”

“That’s flattering, love, but what if we wanted to be adventurous?” Dave asked.

“That would be adventurous, all right,” I said. “I’m just not sure where the adventure would lead.”

There was a natural break in the discussion, so we lay there looking into each other’s eyes. Dave pulled me close and started kissing my neck. That reassurance made me relax, and I pressed into him. I could feel the wetness between my legs.

Dave started to unbutton my sweater and slid his cold hand on my breast. My mind began drifting off into the sensual feelings of foreplay. I was thinking about having Dave’s cock in my mouth. I reached down to undo his belt, longing to release his hardness. I shifted my body to get into a position. I licked the end, which was filled with pre-cum. We were both feeling horny after the discussion.

“It’s been a long time since I sucked another man’s dick,” I said with a humorous tone.

“Does that mean you’ll do it?” said Dave excitedly.

“Only if you’re fucking me at the same time,” I replied, looking up at him and smiling.

“That’s a deal I can’t pass up,” said Dave.

I pulled Dave’s pants off and took him entirely into my mouth. He was fully hard, and there was no mistaking his excitement. I decided it was a good time to play out this fantasy scenario.

“Who would be the right guy for me to suck?” I said while playfully sucking on Dave’s dick. “It would have to be someone we know and could trust. It would have to be someone sexy enough for me to want to do it. It would have to be someone that would not be interested in a relationship.”  

“We don’t know that many single guys,” said Dave.

“True,” I said and then went down on his cock again. By this time, I was starting to think about candidates and losing my concentration on the blow job.

I could tell that Dave was thinking about it, too. The thought of finding a guy for me to fuck added to his excitement.

“I just thought of the perfect guy,” I said with a snicker.

“Who,” Dave asked, lifting his head.

“Harry Johnson down the road,” I said.

Harry was probably seventy-five years older than us and had lost his wife about 6 years earlier. He was a short, round fellow with little sex appeal.

“I’m sure he would love it, but I don’t see that happening,” said Dave.  “How about Kent Vandenburg?”

We had known Kent for many years. He was a builder in the area and played guitar in a local band. We had hired him to do some remodel projects, and we knew him quite well through that interaction.  By the end of most building projects, you either love the contractor or hate them. Kent had done tremendous and reasonable work, so we hired him for several projects. He and I used to have coffee mid-morning while he was on sight. We talked about philosophy and other subjects that were on his mind. He was probably twelve years younger than Dave and me, but his maturity made him seem more like a peer.   

“Wow, you came up with that fast,” I said.

“It surprised me as well,” said Dave. “He seems like the type of guy that might be broadminded enough.”   

“Broadminded, yes, he has a lot of sexual experience,” I said. “He used to tell me about various girlfriends he was with. Plus, other girlfriends of mine have had friends he has dated. You know how girls talk.”

“Were the rumors positive?” Dave asked.

“Yes, everyone likes Kent,” I indicated. “He’s more of a dating guy than a marrying guy.”

“Was he ever married?” Dave asked.

“Yes, when he was young, he married a girl in SoCal,” I said.

Kent had told me he was married when he was nineteen, but the girl took off after a few years. He never found the right one to give marriage another try. He also told me about several of his girlfriends over the years. He wanted my advice like an older sister who could help him navigate the turbulent waters of female relationships.  

I smiled at Dave and asked, “Can you imagine me sucking his dick?”

Dave lay his head back for a few seconds and thought. I took his cock deep into my mouth again and rocked my head back and forth several times. I wanted to give him time to think about it.

Dave looked up and whispered, “I would enjoy seeing him fuck you.”

The fantasy of sharing me with another guy was too much for him. I felt his dick throb in my hand as I looked him in the eye and smiled. He knew I was thinking about it.

I decided to slip out of my clothes and get under the blanket we were lying on. I was ready for Dave to go down on me. My pussy needed some attention.

He stood up and stripped down. As he dropped to the floor, he pushed my legs apart and buried his face into my wet cunt. I could feel his tongue slide into me and pull out more juices. I was dripping with anticipation.

He set his mouth onto my clit and circled it with his tongue. The sensation shot through me, and instantly, I knew I was going to cum.  I pressed his head into my pussy and drove it into his face. It took me no longer than thirty seconds to start convulsing into an orgasm. Dave hung in there and worked it until the last wave ran through me.

Dave repositioned and moved up to kiss me. His face was wet, and my juices tasted sweet. I reached down and grabbed his cock to slide it into me. He drove deep with the first thrust.  Then, he settled into a gentle rhythm.

“I’m so ready to cum,” said Dave. “But I want to keep holding off. This is too much fun.”

He pulled out slowly so he could let the urge to cum subside. It gave me some time to get in a better position to suck him again. I usually like to suck on his dick at least twice and often three times while we’re having sex. It just seems to break the tension for a couple of minutes.

“Are you gonna suck Kent’s dick?” Dave asked in an assertive tone.  

“Uh-huh,” I said with a mouth full of cock. I knew it would turn him on. It was all part of the fantasy.

He went on to ask me if I would fuck him? If he would cum on my face? If he would cum in my mouth? To all the questions, I answered yes with a growing amount of enthusiasm.  It made Dave go crazy.

I felt his cock stiffen, and the pulsing started. I wrapped my mouth around it and felt the first surge of cum hit the back of my throat. I pulled away and stroked him hard several times, and several more ropes of cum shot up. I let it hit my face, and then I licked the tip, which was still pushing out cum.

“Oh fuck, that was good,” was all Dave could say.

“I loved watching you get so turned on. Making you cum is an absolute joy.”

Dave smiled and pulled me up for a kiss. We lay there for several minutes and just relaxed. During that time, I thought about what we had discussed. While it was just fantasy talk, I reviewed its possibilities. Dave seemed serious enough.

“So, how is this gonna work,” I asked with a positive tone.

“What do you mean?” asked Dave.

“How do we get Kent to join us, silly,” I responded.

 “For real?” Dave asked. “I thought we were just kidding.”

“We were, but there is some truth in all kidding,” I said with a little laugh.

“So true; I do enjoy the thought of seeing another guy all over you,” said Dave. “Is that wrong of me to admit?”

“Not at all,” I said. “I like that you want to show me off. I used to love how you showed me off when we were having “same room” sex with Jen and Brad.”

“That was really hot,” remembered Dave.

“It would be like that, but with a bit more action,” I said, indicating approval. I couldn’t believe that I was talking Dave into it. I always expected Dave would be the one begging for a threesome.

“Would you feel comfortable getting that intimate with Kent?” asked Dave.

“I’m certain there would be some awkward moments,” I said.

“Would you feel weird watching with me?" I asked.

He looked thoughtfully and shook his head.

“I would probably be doing everything with him,” I stated. “His dick would be all over me, and so would his cum. Would that be an issue?”

Dave carefully explained his feelings in the next couple of minutes. He said that he loved me, and nothing would ever change that. He didn’t have any ego issues with another man fucking me, but it was difficult to predict how he would feel once it happened. He admitted that he had thought about a three-way with another guy many times over the years and wondered if I would be open to it.  He was concerned about the possibility of adding emotional strain on our relationship when there was no strain.

All these thoughts made sense to me. Adding another partner to our bed was a big step, and we needed to consider the pros and cons carefully. We didn’t know if it would open a door we would regret going through, but we were both curious about the possibility, and the expanded freedom was enticing. 

I also admitted to Dave that the fantasy of two guys making love to me was exciting. I don’t think it would be something I always wanted to do, but an occasional partner would be quite thrilling.

“Would it be strange to be naked and sexually active with a guy in the same bed?” I asked Dave directly.

“Yes, I think it would take some getting used to,” Dave replied. “I’m not interested in any ‘guy-on-guy’ action, so we would both be focused on engaging with you.”

“I think there may be times when one guy is just watching,” I said.

“Yeah, that would be expected,” said Dave. “I would be fine with that.”

“I would certainly do my best to make sure everyone receives the right attention,” I said with conviction.

“So would anything be off limits?” Dave asked me.

I thought about it for a few minutes to carefully consider the question.

“I sense that limits might make the interaction strange,” I said. “Each guy should have the same access and be an equal partner in the lovemaking. There may be some situations that would need restrictions, but I can’t think of any.”

“Would you want to kiss him?” Dave asked.

“Yeah, that’s part of having sex, and I can’t imagine not kissing my partner,” I responded. “Would you want to kiss me after I have had his cock down my throat?

Dave let our nervous laugh and said, “Yes, with possible exceptions.”

“You mean after he cums in my mouth?” I said.

“Right, not sure if that would be a barrier for me,” Dave said. “I will cross that bridge when it comes.”

“How about his younger age? Would that be threatening?” I asked.

“No, seeing you with a younger guy would be fun,” he said. “I may have trouble keeping up, but that might be a fun challenge.

All this talk about double-teaming me was getting me ready for round two. We were both snuggled under the covers and still naked. I reached over and started stroking Dave’s cock. It sprang into action immediately. The discussion had stimulated him.

I moved on top of Dave and straddled his stiff cock. I was still wet, and I slid onto him with ease. He grabbed my ass and gripped it hard. He loves it when I ride him. I couldn’t help but think of riding another man in the same way. Would Dave want to see that?

We fucked hard for about ten minutes. Dave released his load into me after I had a nice little vaginal orgasm. Now, I could feel his cock shrinking, and the cum was starting to slide out. I kissed him deeply, and he returned the passion. It was a fun night of fantasy mixed with reality.