My first threesome experience, with my wife and her friend

Each of us has fantasies that, at some point, we would love to turn into reality. I was convinced that one of mine would always remain nothing more than a figment of my imagination. Life, however, had other plans. This story took place a few years ago. My wife’s best friend, Emma, and her family own three vacation rental apartments on the beach. We used to go there at the end of every summer for a few days of relaxation, never suspecting that one of those vacations would turn out to be completely different from all the others. 

Every year, we followed the same ritual: heading to the sea side for the weekend and spending two or three days in Emma’s apartment. But that year, everything had changed. She had recently divorced, and her behavior betrayed a woman rediscovering her freedom and the pleasure of being desired.

There had long been a tension between us that we both pretended not to notice. I would tease her with jokes and cheeky remarks, she would laugh, yet respond with glances that lingered on me a moment too long. She would lightly bite her lip, let her eyes wander over my body, and then look away as if nothing had happened. Whenever she did this, my imagination would run completely wild. I found myself thinking about her for hours, picturing what it would be like if..just for once… we cast all boundaries aside. That fantasy haunted me so often that it became impossible to ignore. 

Emma was always the kind of woman who stayed in your mind. Petite, with an incredibly well-proportioned body, she reminded me of Kylie Minogue. She seemed to have blossomed after her divorce. She wore bikinis so skimpy they left little to the imagination, and the way she strolled along the beach, fully aware of all the eyes fixed on her, was simply hypnotic. Whenever I saw her stretching out on a sunbed or emerging from the water, I found it increasingly difficult to hide just how attracted I was to her.

When we got back to the apartment, my wife and I stepped into the shower together. The warm water cascaded over us, and she had clearly noticed how my eyes had been following Emma all day long. Instead of getting angry, she began to tease and provoke me. My wife teased me about wanting to fuck Emma while she was riding me in the shower. As she rode me, she’d say things like, "Are you thinking about how Emma would ride you?" and "Do you want to fuck her tonight?" When she said that, she was giving me an incredible handjob, and I ejaculated the largest amount of sperm I’ve produced in a long time. My wife even commented on the volume as it dripped over her hand and fingers.  

As for me, I was nearly 50 that year and in pretty good physical shape. I don’t have the biggest penis, but it’s 18 cm long with a thick head. My wife says she loves the "popping champagne" sound it makes when I move in and out. I have brown and gray hair, typical for someone nearing 50, and I really enjoy sex. I like pushing my limits and am not afraid to try new things. 

That evening, we were sitting over a glass of wine, laughing and chatting, while the kids played around the apartment. When it got late, they came up with the idea of ​​all sleeping in the same room. I agreed, and they excitedly ran off to bed.

I joked that, since they had taken over one bedroom, I’d be forced to sleep in the same bed as my wife and Emma, between them. Everyone laughed, though I was convinced I’d end up on the couch, as usual. As I was adjusting my pillow, my phone vibrated. It was a message from my wife: "Come into the bedroom for a sec." I walked in, unsuspecting. I looked at her, and the smile she wore told me immediately she was up to something. She explained that they felt it was unfair for me to sleep alone on the couch and asked if I wanted to share the bed with them. I was speechless for a few seconds. Before I could answer, she laughed and told me not to get any wild ideas, just to get into bed.

I slipped in beside her, with my wife between Emma and me, trying to appear relaxed, even though my pulse was racing. We started chatting about this and that, and at one point, Emma confessed that she missed the feeling of falling asleep next to someone. Not necessarily the sex, but the little things: a hug, a hand on her back, a massage after a long day. My wife smiled immediately and told her I was great at massages, asking if she wanted a demonstration. Emma laughed, looking a bit flustered, but agreed. Then my wife turned to me and, with a casualness that left me dumbfounded, told me to move to the middle so I could massage both of them. At that moment, I felt all the blood in my body rushing elsewhere. It was impossible to hide how aroused the situation had made me, and both of them noticed my reaction immediately. They burst out laughing, and I could only shrug and say, "Seriously now... what did you expect?" 

Emma asked me if it was truly a fantasy of mine and what kind of things I liked. My wife said, "Go on, honey, tell her." I started describing how much I love licking her pussy, it’s one of my favorite things to do. My wife had already told Emma how much I enjoy it and how good I am at it. While I was describing it, my wife stood up and asked if I wanted to do more than just talk about it. Then she said we could spend the night together, no strings attached, but that I couldn't ask for it again. I asked both of them if this was really what they wanted, because I was genuinely shocked. They both said yes and mentioned they had discussed it earlier that day. My wife added that there were two conditions: first, I couldn't expect or ask them to do anything sexual with each other, and second, I had to keep my wife involved the whole time. With that settled, we got undressed and got down to business.

First, I had them lie down next to each other and started licking them in turn. Emma orgasmed within minutes, and she tasted damn good. With the taste of her orgasm still on my lips and tongue, I leaned up to kiss her so she could taste her own juices. After bringing my wife to orgasm, I lay back so they could both suck my cock. My wife is good, but Emma was on a whole other level, she took my entire cock into her mouth, and I could feel the head sliding all the way to the back of her throat. After a few minutes, she said my pre-cum tasted so sweet and wanted to taste it. I had never cared about such little things, so when I said it was fine, Emma returned the kiss, just as I had done to her. 

From there, I started fucking both of them in every position we could think of. Doggy, but also with them sitting between my legs, my favourite position, and Emma’s favourite, where she lay on her side with one leg bent while I straddled the other. I was able to go so deep I could have sworn I was pushing against her cervix. I made each of them orgasm at least three or four times. As I've gotten older, I've developed delayed ejaculation, and I used it to my advantage.

Emma had such an intense orgasm while I was inside her that it finally pushed me to the edge. I told my wife to move quickly so I could finish with her, but she refused and said she wanted me to finish in Emma’s mouth. Inside, I was ecstatic, that had always been another one of my fantasies. Emma started sucking me, and I came even harder than I had earlier in the shower. Afterwards, I went down on both of them again, and then the three of us lay together in bed and drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning, we woke up and heard the children talking in the living room. The three of us came out of the bedroom and pretended that everything was normal. Since then, my wife has invited Valentina to play with us several times.