My wife and I just had our first threesome with another man. (Chapter 1 and, I'm sorry, it's a long read) It was a great experience, but not exactly what I expected. The man we met, Chris, took on a dominant role, over my wife and me! It was still fun and fabulous, but I didn't think dominant or submissive roles would be part of it. Nonetheless, it was the first time in over fifteen years that Gwen and I had indulged in something so racy.

After we got home from the afternoon of sex with Chris, we showered and plopped down on the sofa to relax.

"Well, that was successful, I would say," I joked with Gwen.

"Successful is an odd word to use. I would say crazy hot and satisfying. But okay, successful works," she shot back.

"It was amazing watching you. I always loved watching you have sex. So hot." I said sincerely, looking into her eyes.

"Well, I'm glad, because you definitely saw me have sex today! And I got to see you do some things I didn't expect," she mentioned, dangling that sentiment out there.

She was referring to me giving oral sex to another man. And not just putting him in my mouth for a little while. He had me fully servicing his cock and balls while she watched. She had seen my mouth on a man's dick once in the past, but only for a few seconds. This wasn't like that at all, though.

I needed to know her reaction about watching me suck another guy, and even be submissive to him. I'm pretty much an alpha male, and I'm sure that's how she's always seen me. But, I'm also very sexual and open to new things. I don't want her to think I like men, because I don't. I only like women. I have never kissed a man and don't even like the thought of that. I also don't like body contact with a man. I just like playing with a cock sometimes. It's taboo and sexy.

"Yeah, that got pretty wild. But you've seen me do that before, back when we fooled around with Darren and Alicia. Remember?" I tried to downplay it, not using words like 'suck' or 'cock'.

"You did?" She thought for a bit. "Oh yeah, that's right. We wanted to see if we could get you guys to go down on each other. I think just to test the power that we had over you guys when we were naked. Did you finish him off?"

"No, not even close. He did it first, for probably less than a minute. Then we switched and I sucked him. After watching for just a few seconds, you and Alicia tore us apart and jumped on us!" I reminded her. "I guess it really turned y'all on watching us. Or now I know it was really just knowing you had the power to make us do whatever you asked us to do," I added, hoping the idea of me doing that still turned her on.

"Okay, that sounds familiar. Did Alicia jump on you or Darren?" she asked.

"Darren, actually. And you jumped on me. It was one of the few times we actually fucked our own wives when we hooked up with them." I joked.

"Yes, those were crazy times. We were... different back then," she reminisced.

"I don't know. Today felt a lot like those times. A brand new experience. And I liked it. I hope we keep doing fun stuff like we did today. Do you?" I skeptically asked.

"I don't know. I guess it's just a timing thing for me. I don't want to have to say yes right now," she paused and thought about it. "But it was super intense, amazing sex. Okay sure, I'd do it again!" she laughed.

She never addressed how she felt about me sucking Chris, though. It looked like I would have to ask her directly about her watching me sucking a man's cock. I needed to know if it made her feel differently about me or not. I was getting really horny just talking about it though, and didn't want to ruin the chance of getting laid again, so I decided to postpone asking her about it.

"This is all making me really horny babe." I started rubbing my hands on her bare legs. "A sexual rendezvous like that needs more than one orgasm."

"I agree! I had... oh my gosh, I don't even know how many I had," she pondered.

"You came a lot, that's for sure. And it was so hot watching you have them. But, I need one more," my hand traveled further up her thigh.

"I know, you probably do. But I'm pretty tender and sore down there right now. He was big and that was more sex than we usually have," she said, hoping it wouldn't hurt my feelings.

"I kind of figured that. How about this, let's go in the bedroom and get some lube. A handjob while I look at my freshly fucked hot wife sounds pretty hot right now." I offered.

We both got up and headed to the bedroom. She took off her clothes and got on the bed. I retrieved a towel and a bottle of lube.

"You can sit on me, or I can be on top of you." I gave her the choice.

"I'll lie down and you can sit on my legs. I was on my knees a lot today already. I bet you want to cum all over me anyway," she said.

She was right about me wanting to see my cum on her. I was hoping she would say that. I love sitting on her while she strokes me off.

I sit on her legs so my dick is placed where it would be if she had her own penis. This makes for a much better handjob than when a girl lays beside a guy, having to hold her arm up in the air for a long time. And when I cum from this position, it lands on her belly, or boobs, or sometimes all the way to her neck and face depending on how long she edges me.

I climbed my naked body on top and gently sat on her upper thighs. She held her hand out, and I squeezed some lube in her palm. My dick was already swelling.

As she started stroking me, I began talking about the threesome from just a few hours before.

"That feels good. Chris had a nice big cock, didn't he," I started, hoping she would engage in some dirty talk with me. I thought reminding her of Chris might get her engine revved up a little. It's not like giving a handjob to her husband of twenty-something years gets a woman's juices flowing.

"He did. He's a big guy!" she responded, not taking the hint I wanted to hear her talk dirty. I wanted her to tell me how much she liked him fucking her, or how good the orgasms were with a new person. Something! I was going to have to ask more questions.

"Did you like it? Being with a bigger guy? I mean, not his dick. His body... that had to feel different, right?" I asked.

"It was. I don't think I've even been with a guy that large before. Your body is my type though, trim and in shape," she complimented me, or at least that's what it felt like.

"Thank you, I'm glad. But did you like trying something different? Having such a big guy... hold you... and fuck you?" I said, my breaths already causing pauses in my speech.

"Yes, it was nice. It was different and new. You know, new is always exciting," she started opening up.

"What about his cock? Did you like how big it was? Did he fill you up? How did it feel?" I pressed her to talk more.

"Do you want to hear about this? All the details? Hear me saying how good it was?" she questioned.

"Yes. It turns me on hearing you talk about it. I love it when you talk dirty." I begged.

"Okay. His cock was amazing. Thick and long. My pussy was stretched just to take him inside me. It was touching every part of me in there," she started with. I wanted her to tell me more.

"Not that yours doesn't, though. That's not what I'm saying," she digressed.

"It's okay, I know he was bigger and that must have felt good. Tell me, tell me more. I want to hear it. Hear what it felt like to you. How much you liked it. Liked touching it. And sucking it. Did you like sucking it?" I encouraged her.

"Ok. I did like touching it. In the shower, when you put the soap in my hand, I really liked stroking it and feeling how big it was getting. That made me really excited to feel it inside me. Did you like stroking him with me in the shower? I thought that was pretty hot," she answered. She had caught on that I wanted, no I needed, to hear her talk dirty about it.

"Yes. I did like touching him with you. The things we did together, like stroking his cock in the shower... with both of our hands. I liked that a lot!" I told her.

"We almost made in cum in the shower. I guess we're good at jacking off a big cock together, honey," she joked a little. "He made us stop, remember?"

"Of course. Must have felt amazing with two hands, and getting to look at and touch your wet, naked body during." I responded between breaths, trying not to cum too quickly.

"And I did like sucking him too. But not as much as him fucking me. When he was on top, the weight on his body pounding against me and the size of cock... it was amazing," she described.

"What about when I fucked you from behind and he was holding you down? Did you like that? What was he whispering to you?" I begged for more.

"Yes, that was hot. He totally controlled my body. He said dirty stuff in my ear and made me agree to what he said," she told me, withholding his exact words. At the time, I didn't care, but later it made me wonder why she didn't tell me.

"What else? Tell me more." I pleaded, trying to keep from coming.

"I liked when we both licked his cock, and I watched you suck him." She was opening my own Pandora's box. I finally got to suck a cock with her, something I fantasized about for many years. I wouldn't last long if we kept talking about this.

"I really liked that too," I paused, unsure if I should admit what I wanted to say. But I was getting so swept up in the heat of the moment and just kept talking. "I've thought about it so many times. Sucking a guy's cock with you. I'm glad we finally did it. I loved licking and sucking him with you. I hope we do it more."

I said it. It was out there. I told my wife I fantasized about sucking cock with her. Once I admitted it, I worried that I'd said too much.

"Really? You've wanted to do that before? For how long? I wish you would have told me," she said, slowing her strokes on my cock.

I worried it might have freaked her out knowing that fantasy. Knowing I thought about another man in any sexual way. Why else would she stop stroking me if it didn't freak her out? I was getting so close.

Then her hand that was stroking me slid down under my legs and went to my balls. She rubbed and pulled on the sack, knowing how much I liked that.

So, maybe she wasn't freaked about me sharing that fantasy. Maybe she was just edging me longer.

"I don't know. Since we were with Darren and Alicia, I guess?" I admitted.

"Really?! That was like, over twenty years ago, babe. We could have totally done it back then. I'm sorry you didn't tell me," she said in a sad, little girl voice. Her other hand handed me the bottle of lube, then laid her palm open.

I clicked the bottle open, holding over her free hand, awaiting the slippery substance. I covered her palm in the clear liquid, which she immediately wrapped around the head of my cock and started stroking. With one hand working my balls and the other stroking my very wet cock, I was in heaven.

"Oh yes, that's good! I just... didn't know... how to tell you. Or what you... what you might think. You know?" I tried to make coherent sentences, but my heart was pounding through my body with emotion and sexual excitement. A hidden sexual secret of twenty years was finally revealed to Gwen, and she seemed turned on, not disappointed.

"Too bad you didn't tell me before. Think of all the nice big cocks we could have sucked together, and then you could have watched them fuck your wife's tight little pussy." It was like she was pulling my most sexually charged fantasy directly from my brain. It was too much. I was done.

"Oh! Fuck! Fuck yeah!" I yelled out. My first eruption was a geyser that shot high in the air and left a long stripe of white cum from her neck down between her boobs. My head tilted to the ceiling, and my eyes squeezed closed, my mouth gaped open as I continued screaming.

"Yes, baby, give it to me," she urged on. I kept shooting like I hadn't in forever. Especially considering it was my second orgasm in the past few hours. I was painting her belly with my cum.

As the last few jolts were firing through my body, I felt something push through my parted lips. I opened my eyes and realized Gwen's fingers were pressing into my open mouth. I had sucked on her fingers and even her toes in the past, so I instinctively opened my mouth to let them in. Her fingers were wet and I suddenly sensed the unmistakable taste of cum on my tongue.

"Take it. Suck them like a cock," she said quietly, inserting two cum-covered fingers into my mouth. I closed my mouth around her now phallic fingers, cleaning them completely. My eyes finally opened to the wanting face of my beautiful wife, staring directly into my eyes. Her head shook up and down in approval.

There was cum all over her belly, and the long river of my seed lying between her breasts proved how powerful my climax was. My eyes were glued there, between her boobs.

She reached both hands up to my face. They were covered in either lube or cum or both, but we didn't care. She pulled my face down to her chest, ensuring my mouth landed on the prize left on her beautiful skin. I knew what she wanted. I licked the narrow pool up into my mouth and looked up at her. I was about to swallow when she pulled me hard up toward her mouth and we kissed, sharing the forbidden act between us. Gwen never swallows my cum. This might be the first time she's ever tasted it.

I finally pulled away and dropped down beside her.

"Wow, that was... something," was all my brain could form into words.

"Yes, it was. Seemed like a big one," she commented.

"Oh, it was!" I said, still at a loss for words.

"We might need another shower," Gwen giggled, looking at the mess I left on her body and the lube on my face and hair.

"Yeah, I guess we do. Come on, together this time," I said, pulling her off the bed.