Josh McKenzie, our neighbour’s son, stood on the porch of our house. I was at work but the camera I recently installed detected him and sent an alert to my phone. We’d had some trouble with porch pirates, so I installed the cam to watch for deliveries that came for my wife’s home-based business. However, it picked up just about any activity on the porch or front walk, even the odd animal or bird. And, of course, anyone coming to the door; delivery, pirate, or otherwise.

I frowned as I gazed at Josh’s image and wondered why he was at our door. Josh came over occasionally on errands, most often to deliver mail that had been put in his parents’ box by mistake. This time, though, he had nothing in his hands to suggest something like that. The door opened. Josh smiled, said something, then went inside.

Now, I was really puzzled. Why was Josh visiting my wife? The idea of Wendy having an affair with the young man passed through my head but I brushed it off. I could not see my fifty-four-year-old wife fucking a college kid. Josh was, after all, even younger than our two children.

Curious, I left the phone on my desk with the app open. Nearly two hours later, I saw Josh leave. What had he been doing in our house for that long? Wendy had never mentioned employing Josh for her business. I could not think of anything else he would be doing for her. The thought of an affair crossed my mind again. I brushed it off a second time but the idea lingered.

I did not say anything to Wendy when I got home, hoping my wife would just drop something that explained Josh’s presence. However, as I cleaned up before bed and put on my pyjamas, I still knew nothing more. Wendy talked about a lot of things that evening, but never anything related to our neighbour’s visit.

When I threw out a disposable razor after shaving, my eye spotted something half-buried in the trash. I bent low for a closer look. My heart jumped a little, then started to beat faster. The item was a used condom.

My wife and I did not use condoms. I had a vasectomy after our second child’s birth and Wendy was entering menopause. Another pregnancy was not something we worried about. In any case, we had not had sex since I last emptied the bathroom garbage.

I said nothing to Wendy at that point. My plan was to wait and see if more evidence turned up. After thirty years together, I found the idea of my wife cheating a bit incredible. Still, our somewhat moribund sex life of late was weighing on me and could be on her, too. Had it reached the point where Wendy would find the young man next door an appealing option?

A week later, with no further sightings of Josh on the porch cam, I noticed a condom in the trash again. Wendy must have clued in about the camera and brought her lover in through the back door.

“Bought that cam because of porch pirates,” I mused, “But I never expected to find a ‘porch pirate’ in my bed.”

It occurred to me that my wife was being careless. The condoms could be flushed. She could have used the back door from the start of the affair. Was she not thinking clearly? Was she consciously or subconsciously cluing me in to what was happening?

That did not seem entirely like Wendy. My wife was a fairly rational, methodical person. She would likely plan an affair carefully. If she wanted me to find out, Wendy would be more direct than just leaving traces for me to find. Or would she? Maybe lusty feelings and desires were addling her faculties.

In any case, events took a turn a couple weeks later as Wendy and I walked in Mitchell Creek Park on Thanksgiving Day. As we sat on a bench by the creek for a break, Wendy looked at me with a nervous, sad expression on her face. I could have sworn she was about to cry.

“Tyler, I’m ... I’m having an affair,” my wife confessed in a soft voice.

I was taken aback, not expecting an unprompted confession. After a deep breath, I decided to tell my wife what I already knew.

“I know. Or at least I suspected it,” I told her, “I found condoms in the trash a couple times. And I saw Josh Mackenzie on the porch cam one afternoon. Is it him?”

Wendy hung her head and answered, “It is, Ty. We’ve been fucking for three months.”

“Why?” I asked, “He’s only twenty, Wendy. What’s the appeal of a guy that age for someone your age?”

My wife sighed and looked thoughtful for a moment, then answered, “He’s young, he’s handsome, he’s… I don’t know. I just wanted him. To my surprise, he was open to my advances. I think being wanted sexually by a hot young guy just stoked my own desire.”

“How did it start?”

My wife sighed, then began, “We met in the park by the school when I was out for a walk one afternoon in July. Josh was sitting on a bench, upset about losing a girl he liked to another guy. We talked for a while.

“As we sat there chatting, I noticed him stealing glances at my body. I was braless and in a thin, low-cut top, so it was obvious what he was interested in. I asked Josh point-blank if he liked looking at my body. He was really nervous but said he did. He told me that he found me really attractive, maybe more so than girls his own age. I invited him home and when we got there, I took off my top to give him a better view. You know where it went from there.”

“And you’ve been meeting him ever since?” I asked, heart sinking fast.

“Well, obviously not when his family were away in August but otherwise, yes,” she confirmed, “A couple times a week as long as we could manage it discreetly. That time you caught him on camera was a slip by me. The cam was still new, so I forgot about it. Big oops with the condoms, though. I usually flushed them, but I guess he sometimes forgot and put them in the trash.”

I smiled and took my wife’s hand.

“You know, I kind of get it. I had to work pretty hard to resist when an intern at work flirted with me last Spring. She wasn’t much older than Josh. Having a younger person see you as appealing is … well, kind of thrilling. Strokes your ego. Boosts your confidence.”

“So, you’re not mad?” Wendy asked, looking surprised.

I sighed and told her, “I am furious inside. However, I think I understand why it happened. There but for the grace of God and all that. And I’m grateful that you came clean rather than me having to confront you.”

“I am grateful that you’re taking this pretty well. Um, there is one more thing.”

“Sure, what?” I asked, suddenly dreading where this might go next.

“As you and I do in bed, Josh and I shared our fantasies. He, um, expressed interest in having another man join us. You already know that being with two guys is one of my fantasies. And I know that you are bi-curious, which I guess Josh is as well.”

I pondered that for a moment, realizing where this was leading.

“You want your lover to join us in bed? And have sex with both of us? A threesome?” I asked.

“That’s kind of my thought, yes,” Wendy answered, “If that’s too weird for you, I can let it slide. He doesn’t know that I’m broaching this with you, so nothing lost if we don’t do it.”

I was really unsure about this. Josh combined a toned, fit body from being a star high school and college athlete with male model good looks. Finally, indulging my gay fantasies with a hot guy like Josh could be exciting. The fantasy of seeing the young man fuck Wendy added to that excitement. Given how this was coming about, though, I had doubts.

“I need to think about this, honey,” I told Wendy after some thought, “Living out our fantasies would be fun. But he is the guy you’ve been cheating with. That has me concerned about going this route with him.”

“I get it,” Wendy responded, “Take your time. There’s no hurry.”

We got up from the bench. Wendy hugged me, then we kissed.

“You know, just thinking about the idea of a threesome is turning me on something fierce,” she whispered.

I chuckled and shook my head. Wendy was not the horniest woman I had known, but when the mood took her, my wife could be insatiable.

“Me, too, to be honest,” I agreed, “Let’s head home so we can, um, deal with it.”

Once in the door, we wasted no time. Wendy and I shed our jackets, rapidly followed by sweaters, pants, and underwear. I pinned Wendy to the wall of the entry and kissed her long and hard. My hands slid over her torso, finally settling on her large, soft tits. I squeezed them roughly and rubbed her big nips with my thumbs. Wendy reached down to take my cock in hand, stroking it lovingly while caressing my hair and back with the other hand. In no time, I was rock hard.

I stepped back from Wendy and put my hands on her shoulders, urging my wife to her knees. Wendy sank down, knowing what I was after. My stiff prick was soon between her lips. Wendy’s tongue caressed the swollen head as she sucked. I ran my fingers through my wife’s long, dark hair, then held her head steady as I gently fucked her mouth.

Feeling my climax looming, I pulled my cock out. I helped Wendy to her feet, turned her to the wall and made her lean against it. Then I slid into my wife from behind, pounding her pussy with fast, hard thrusts.

We’d had spontaneous, almost frantic, sex like this before, but that had been a long time ago. Clearly, the idea of a three-way with Josh had triggered something. Maybe this was partly rage sex, too, as their affair lingered in the back of my mind.

“Oh shit, yes,” I groaned, my climax hit, flooding Wendy with my cum.

Expended, I slid out. She turned around and we engaged in another frantic kiss. I slid my left hand between Wendy’s legs and massaged her clit. My cum was seeping out of her, dripping onto the floor. I didn’t care. We could clean up later.

Soon, Wendy was quivering and crying in my arms. I rubbed her clit with vigour, keeping her climax going until she could stand it no longer. We kissed again, then retreated to the bathroom to clean up.

That heated moment in the hall seemed to seal the deal. Wendy and I decided soon after that we wanted to try the threesome. However, we were not sure how to play it with Josh. Having me “catch” them could be a fun game for the two of us, but it might scare Josh.

We decided that it was better to get him together with the two of us for some frank discussion. That discussion would include telling Josh that I knew about their affair but also that we wanted to move past that and explore the fantasy of sex among the three of us. But how would we do that?

As it turned out, an opportunity came up the following weekend. We were out raking leaves in our yard and noticed Josh doing the same. He seemed to be working alone, which gave me an idea. I edged over to Wendy.

“We’re almost done. Let’s offer to help Josh, then invite him for a drink and a snack. Might open doors,” I said in a hushed voice.

My wife smiled and nodded. Her green eyes went wide with excitement at the suggestion.

“Hey Josh,” I said as I wandered over, “You doing this all by your lonesome? That’s a lot of leaves for one guy.”

The young man looked up and smiled. Almost immediately, I understood Wendy’s attraction to him. He was quite handsome. I suddenly wanted Josh badly, if only to know what my wife had experienced with him.

“Mom and Dad are away for the weekend,” Josh explained, “The leaves were really piling up, so I figured I’d surprise them by getting on top of it.”

I smiled.

“Dang, wish my kids had been like you when they were at home. Want some help? Wendy and I are almost done.”

He shrugged.

“I’m good, but the company would be nice. Maybe I’ll help you finish, and then we can do mine together?”

“Perfect,” I responded.

After an hour, the three of us had both yards done. We were all a bit winded, too. Wendy suggested Josh come in for hot chocolate and a slice of the pumpkin pie she made the previous day. After demolishing half the pie in the kitchen, we took our hot chocolate to the rec room and crashed on the couch and comfy chairs. I glanced at Wendy, who flashed me a wink and a smile.

“Josh, I am going to tell you something that might alarm you, but it’s okay. Nobody is mad at you or anything,” Wendy began in a soft, level voice, “My husband knows about our affair. I’m sorry. I confessed because I wanted to tell him about the fantasies you and I shared. One of your fantasies fits very well with one that my husband and I have talked about. As it turned out, he already knew about us from evidence he found.”

“And?” Josh responded, trepidation in his voice. The youth seemed uncertain, but not upset or scared.

“We would like to try some of those fantasies, Josh,” I said, “Wendy said you may be bi-curious, which I am as well. And she would like to try having a threesome with you and me.”

Josh looked pensive, as if he were mulling things over. He took a couple long sips of hot chocolate.

“I really like that idea,” he finally said, “Mr. Travers, your wife was my first lover. I was a virgin when we hooked up the first time. So that’s a fantasy she’s fulfilled already. But to fulfil another, wilder one with both of you … like, wow. I never imagined. So, you’re really okay with this?”

“I am,” I confirmed, “It’s a loosening of our marriage that I think I can live with. And I get to explore some of my fantasies, too.”

“That’s cool. I always figured you finding out would get us in trouble. I did not expect this at all. So, you also think about sex with other men, Mr. Travers?”

“I do. I fooled around with a friend in college, back before I met Wendy. Nothing big, just masturbating together and then jerking each other off.”

Wendy’s eyes went wide. I had never actually told her about that experience before.

“Some people at school think I’m gay since I haven’t really had a steady girl yet,” Josh said, voice turning sad, “That’s why losing my virginity with Mrs. Travers was a big thing for me. At least now I know women turn me on.”

“But maybe they are half-right?” my wife suggested with a sly smile.

“Yeah, I suppose, Mrs. Travers. I do have fantasies and wet dreams about men.”

I chuckled and suggested, “Josh, you can use first names. If we are going to be having sex, I think it’s okay to be casual in how we address each other. I am Tyler and my wife, as you probably already know, is Wendy.”

“Of course, Tyler,” he answered, sounding a bit uncomfortable using my first name.

“Relax, Josh. This is going to be fun,” said Wendy, “I’m a bit aroused already. Since your folks are away, what are you doing for supper?”

“I was just going to order takeout from the Chinese place at the end of the street.”

“Join us for supper,” Wendy said, her voice cheery, “I’ve got a big casserole ready to go in the oven that can easily feed three. Then we’ve got the whole rest of the day together. You could even spend the night if you want.”

I noticed then that Wendy had removed her sweater. She now wore only a whisper-thin tank top. Her large nipples were erect and quite visible. If you looked long and hard, you could almost see her aureoles through the fabric. A glance at Josh suggested he had noticed, too. The young man looked excited, if also a bit surprised.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

“It does,” my wife purred, voice turning sultry.

Wendy moved down the couch to sit next to Josh. She caressed the young man’s face, then leaned in to kiss him full on the lips. I realized that my wife had made the decision to go ahead. My own doubts melted away as I watched them. Josh glanced nervously my way.

“Go ahead,” I said, “I’ll just enjoy the show to start.”

Josh turned back to my wife and returned the kiss. His hand cupped her right breast through her top, massaging it as they shared a long kiss.

Smiling, my wife stood up. She stripped off her top, then undid her jeans and let them drop to her ankles. Once she stepped clear of them, my wife had only tiny bikini briefs on. Josh and I both stared at her with a mix of wonder and lust. I was perpetually amazed at how hot Wendy still was.

Josh stood and shed the long-sleeved t-shirt he wore. Then he undid his jeans and slid them down, taking his underpants with them. My eyes went from my wife to the young man. Our neighbour had a lean, muscular body without much hair. It was even hotter than I had pictured. His cock was probably a bit longer and thicker than mine though it was hard to tell since it was still soft. Our neighbour had to be one of the sexiest men that I had seen nude.

Realizing I was now a bit overdressed, I stood and began stripping. Meanwhile, Josh took Wendy in his arms and kissed her with incredible passion. His hands roamed freely over my wife’s nude body. Clearly, their months-long affair had given Josh a fair bit of confidence in lovemaking.

The idea of just watching them rather than joining in crossed my mind. I had never really considered a cuckold fantasy before. However, the image of another man enjoying my wife was turning me on something fierce.

When I was naked, I settled back into my chair and played with my cock as they made out. Noticing me, Wendy released Josh and led him over to my chair.

“Josh, do you want to learn how to suck a cock?” she asked, “My husband loves getting oral.”

The young man nodded eagerly, grinning as he eyed my cock.

“Let’s get down, then,” Wendy suggested, “I’ll go first so I can show you my technique.”

My wife and her lover knelt in front of me. I was sprawled in the big armchair, legs open and cock already partly erect. Wendy took my cock in her mouth while Josh watched. My wife’s expert lips and tongue worked diligently on me for a few minutes; then she released me. Our lover was clearly turned on by what was happening, his own cock soon sticking out straight.

“Your turn, Joshie,” Wendy said, smiling at our guest.

I wondered if that was her usual term of endearment for her lover.

Josh took her place in front of me. He placed his lips around my cock, then gave a few tentative sucks and licks. Wendy guided him and gave a few pointers. I also noted her hand was down between the youth’s legs playing with his cock.

“That’s good,” I said, “Keep going. Suck harder.”

He took more of my cock in, then began to suck me in earnest. The guy was a fast learner, though I guess he had picked up some ideas on how to fellate a cock from his encounters with Wendy.

My wife stood, moving beside my chair. She bent over and we kissed. I caught a soft, dangling breast in my hand and fondled it, then reached down and rubbed her pussy through her panties. The crotch was already damp, making it clear how aroused Wendy was becoming.

“Let’s get someplace more comfortable,” I suggested.

Josh released my cock, looking a bit reluctant to do so. He stood and helped me out of the chair, then we all headed to the master bedroom. Wendy and I stripped the bed, then beckoned Josh to lie down.

“My turn for some sausage,” I quipped.

Getting down between the young man’s legs, I took his cock in my mouth and went to work. While I had no real prior experience, I could emulate what Wendy did to my cock. That seemed to work pretty well. After seeing that I was doing well, my wife ditched her briefs and mounted Josh’s face. He eagerly went to work eating her pussy. Clearly, this was not the first time Josh had Wendy on his face.

When Josh was rock hard and leaking precum, I let him go and got up.

“Hon, I want to see this boy fuck you. Take him for a ride,” I told her.

Wendy turned to flash me a grin. She moved down Josh’s body until she was straddling his hips. Then my wife guided his stiff prick to her opening and slid down onto it. Josh gasped, then smiled as my wife began sliding up and down his pole.

I sat alongside them, watching with delight at the sight of my wife with another man’s cock inside her. Soon, I shifted position and began masturbating as I watched. Josh noticed and smiled at me.

“Let me,” he said, taking my cock in his hand.

I must have been close to cumming. Or maybe the excitement of this whole scenario had me on a hair trigger. Whatever the reason, I came quickly, showering Josh with thick, white cream. He giggled and grinned with delight as he kept stroking me. When my cum slowed to a trickle, Josh got some on a finger and licked it off.

“Tasty?” I asked between gasps as I recovered.

“Quite,” Josh answered.

I moved my face down to where the young man’s cock was buried in my wife’s pussy. As Wendy moved atop Josh, I began lapping at her clit. I think they came almost simultaneously. Josh arched his back and groaned. Wendy let out a cry a split second later. As cum leaked out around Josh’s cock, I lapped some up. Then I got up and kissed Wendy.

My wife dismounted and we lay down on either side of our young lover. For a few minutes, we lay still and caught our breath. Then Wendy sat up, a big grin on her face.

“How was that?” she asked.

“Wow,” said Josh, “That was crazy. Hot, but crazy.”

“Amen,” I agreed.

Somewhere within, I was thinking that maybe it was too crazy. After all, my wife and I had not just shared any man, but the man she had cheated with. Though in some ways, that backdrop made it all the hotter.

Wendy stretched, then got out of bed.

“I need another hot chocolate and a bite to eat,” she told us.

I glanced at the clock and responded, “Me, too. It’s close to dinner time. We can probably get that casserole in the oven. Josh, I probably have a robe you can borrow.”

We all donned robes, then went down and had dinner together. Afterwards, Wendy and Josh retreated to the family room while I took a few minutes to load the dishwasher and wipe down the table.

By the time I joined my wife and Josh, things were heating up again. My wife had her robe undone and her thighs spread. Josh was on his knees between her legs. I watched with rapt interest as the young man began lapping at Wendy’s pussy. Finally, he buried his face between my wife’s thighs to hungrily devour her. Wendy leaned her head back and moaned softly.

I watched them for a few minutes, my cock swelling as I took in the scene. Then I shed my robe and knelt behind Josh. He was on all fours as he devoured my wife’s pussy, his toned ass thrust out slightly.

I ran a finger along the crack of the young man’s ass, massaged his puckered hole a little, then continued down to his dangling balls. Getting down on all fours behind Josh, I pressed my face into his behind and used my tongue to rim his back opening. At the same time, I used a hand to massage his cock and balls. He was getting hard and so was I.

With my face buried in our lover’s ass, I could not really see Wendy, but I could hear her moans getting louder. Clearly, Josh was pushing the right buttons with his lips and tongue.

“Fuck, yes,” she finally cried, “Oh wow, Joshie, that’s perfect. More, please. Keep going!”

The young man was happy to oblige, sending my wife into overdrive with his attentive cunnilingus.

I shifted my position to laying on my back with my face underneath Josh’s stiff prick. I stroked it with my fingers, then put my lips around it and began sucking. With one hand, I massaged his balls, then rimmed his anus with a finger. I used the other hand to caress his lower back and ass cheeks. While this was my first real gay sex, I felt strangely comfortable with a cock in my mouth and playing with Josh’s ass.

“Oh crap, that’s enough,” Wendy said between gasps, “You have gotten so good at that, Josh.”

I got out from under Josh, and he moved from between my wife’s legs. The young man turned to face me, a hunger in his eyes. Realizing what he probably wanted, I moved in close. For the first time, I kissed another man. We began stroking each other’s cock as we made out. Wendy watched from the chair, a puddle between her thighs showing just how Josh’s oral had affected her.

“You guys want to try fucking?” she asked, getting up, “I can fetch some condoms and lube.”

Josh and I looked at each other.

“Do you?” I asked.

“I do. You can top me, if that’s okay. I’ve always wanted to feel a cock inside me.”

“Deal. Next time, though, we switch. I want to feel that, too.”

I kissed the youth again, then he got down in front of me and sucked my cock until Wendy returned. By this point, I was rock hard and oozing precum. The thought of being in a man’s ass was arousing me incredibly.

Josh turned around, presenting me with that beautiful bum of his. Wendy got a load of lube on her finger, then inserted it into the boy’s anus. Soon, she added a second, fucking him with her slick fingers. As my wife prepped Josh, I put on a condom and lubed it thoroughly. I had fucked Wendy’s ass a few times in our younger, hornier days, so I kind of knew what was needed.

“Are you ready, Joshie?” Wendy whispered, stroking his ass with a greasy finger, “Do you want my husband inside you?”

“Fuck me, Tyler. I want it,” Josh answered, voice tense with anticipation.

I moved into position and Wendy guided my cock, placing the tip against the young man’s hole.

“Here it comes, Joshie,” she said in a sweet, sultry voice.

I took it slow, pushing my head in first. Josh gasped but did not seem to be in distress, so I went in further. The boy had a nice, tight bum that held my cock firmly in its grip.

“How’s that, Joshie?” my wife said.

Wendy’s hand disappeared underneath Josh. I realized that she was masturbating his stiff cock.

“Good. I like it. Fuck me, Tyler. Fuck me hard,” he said, sounding quite excited now.

Holding Josh’s ass steady, I began to fuck him. I took it slow at first, but gradually increased my pace as my lust took hold.

Wendy got down under Josh, face below his cock. She lubed her right hand, then began sliding it along his erect shaft as I slid my cock back and forth in his ass. Josh was quivering and moaning with the double attention, clearly aroused to a high degree by the two of us.

Josh came hard, spraying my wife with cum as he yelled, “Oh wow!”

The feeling of his ass spasming around my cock was like a tight massage. That sent me over the edge. I pounded Josh’s ass until I saw stars as waves of pleasure raced outwards from my cock.

When I pulled out and sank back on my haunches to rest, Wendy had already come out from under Josh. She was covered in his cream and smiling. We stared at each other for a moment. Wendy came over and gave me a kiss, then I began licking Josh’s seed from her body.

Josh turned and sat on the floor, watching us with a lusty light in his eyes. Wendy went over to kiss him and let him have a taste of his own cum. I made a quick dash to the main floor bathroom to deal with my full condom, then returned to join the others in a three-way post-coital makeout session.

“What are you thinking, Ty?” Wendy asked that evening as she shed her robe and joined me in bed.

Josh had gone home. He said he had friends coming the next day. I sensed that maybe he needed some time alone to think about what happened.

“That was the hottest, horniest sex that we have had in a long time. Probably ever,” I answered.

Wendy must have sensed something in the tone of my voice or facial expression.

“But you’re not totally happy?”

“You still cheated,” I said bluntly, surprised to hear a sob in my voice, “You fucked Josh for months before telling me. This doesn’t change that. Great sex does not restore trust.”

Wendy's face fell.

“I know, Ty,” she answered, voice barely above a whisper, “I just kind of hoped that seeing this as a chance to explore our fantasies would help make up for what I did. Guess I was wrong.”

“Maybe. Look, I love you, Wendy. I don’t want it to end this way. Exploring our fantasies is fine, but we need to do it together, or with mutual agreement on what’s allowed.”

“And I went off on my own. I really fucked up this relationship, didn’t I?” my wife finished for me, tears starting to run down her cheeks, “I’m so sorry, Ty. What happens now, then?”

I took Wendy’s hand and smiled at her.

“We take this a day at a time and see where it leads us. Your affair is not bygone and never will be. It’s there lingering in our relationship, maybe for good. But today suggests that maybe we can make something more of it, use it to enrich our sex life and share some new experiences. But it always has to be us doing it together now. No more solo action. Okay?”

My wife’s face brightened, and she wiped away a tear.

“Yes. I hear you loud and clear, Ty. Thank you. I do love you very much.”

“I love you, Wendy. And I forgive you. But we have to do better going forward. Let’s leave the porch pirates on the porch.”

My wife giggled. I kissed her, then we snuggled under the covers until sleep overtook us both.