Threesome

My company put me at the Wentworth Hotel for my class, very nice of them I thought. My class was just around the corner, twenty of us being introduced to a new computer program that was supposed to be the best in the world at that time. The majority of my peers were simply not my kind their lives seemed to revolve around their work, I enjoyed my work but I had other interests. By the end of the first week, I was missing Peter my husband, I was also missing sex being highly sexual that was something I found difficult to do without. Saturday I spent a little shopping and visiting, one thing I didn’t want to do was hang out with the rest of the class crew. That night, I put on a new dress that I bought that day, black, low waist, short and she tied me like another skin. I didn’t bother with the stockings my tan looked pretty good all by itself, just a few nice high-heeled court shoes to finish the look. I had dinner at the hotel restaurant before moving into the cocktail bar, it must have been popular because it was quite crowded. I sat at the bar and ordered a Daiquiri, looking around the room, I noticed one or two attractive guys who quite seduced me. There was also one or two other wives, well dressed obviously with their husband or boyfriend, I seemed to be the only one on their own. I was thinking about finishing my drink and leaving when the bartender put another Daiquiri in front of me.

My husband has always been naughty in the room and wants to try new things. We lived in Germany when he was in the army and had watched many different types of sex movies. One night in the bedroom after watching videos, we lay down on the bed… He started eating my pussy. It was great as usual, but he suggested something totally out of the wall-he asked me if I thought I’d like 2 guys doing me at the same time. It sounded so far from the wall that I hit him, and I told him, “No, you’re out of your mind… but deep in my mind, it kind of excited me. He stopped talking about it from there and we just did our thing… sex as usual.

Sitting in my garden, drinking a cold beer, the door rings. I get up, I answer only to find a shimmering blonde with sparkling green eyes, standing in my door. I feel a climb in my pants!

“Is the lady of the house there?” she said softly.

“No, but what can I do for you?” I’m answering.

“My name is Fawn, I’m the new Avon Lady, I just wanted to introduce myself.”

Leslie and I had a party after the pub for some friends. Leslie is 24, 5'9" slim but shape, very sexy with long blonde hair bright blue eyes and 34B perky tits and fantastic legs and ass. She often shows her tits after a few drinks and we even had a threesome with my friend Steve recently, when we fucked her for hours. She felt a little guilty in the cold light of the day, but she quickly recovered when I assured her.

When I was 19, my father took us to Connecticut to attend my cousins’ wedding. I haven’t seen the family since I was five. The wedding went well. After the reception, everyone went back to my uncles to continue the party. At the reception, I met other cousins I never met. Kathy, Kevin and I stole a bottle of wine and we started drinking. We found an empty room and started our own party.

The following happened when I was 25. At the time, I was teaching in a Catholic school; I was a nun. I have long brown hair, and quite thin hair, and I’ve been told I have very beautiful breasts and a pierced ass. I’ve seen a lot of men look at my butt, even when I’m dressed in my nun’s habit. I’m also tall enough… 5 feet 10 inches.

On the day of this story, I escorted a few dozen children from my school on a visit to the National Gallery of Art in downtown Washington DC. We were visiting out of town, and we arrived the night before. We arrived early… after waiting for the opening of the museum, we proceeded to what I always considered the “start” of art - the exhibition of medieval art, followed by Renaissance art. The portraits of the Virgin, Christ, apostles or saints were my inspiration for childhood.

We sat at McDonalds’ to talk while she was eating her double cheese burger. We talked about everything, the George Straight and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a security guard, the things we all lived through. He was a perfect gentleman, complimenting her to get her towels for catching up with her burger. Finally, after a while, he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she quickly answered yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.

I knew very soon that I didn’t make her happy. Our sex drives seemed out of sync. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, she wanted sex. When I was rested and ready, she was less and less in the mood.

When I left school and worked full time (two jobs), and she finished school, our social life was very different. My social life revolved around emails to my friends and family, 2,000 miles away. My day off was spent with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent the evening with her friends, supposed to be the “sensitive” as they drank and pursued men. She also spent many weekends out of town with her school clubs and visited her mother.

Mable offered to help his friends Jake and Dean paint their house. She had chosen a very nice purple shade to help them. She arrived early on Saturday morning and noticed that they had already started opening the door.

Mable enters the living room and sees them paint. They were both wearing T-shirts and shorts. She admired the bodies while they shook sweat. Dean talked and told him to take a brush and start. Mable decided she’d better get rid of what she thought. She had been with Jake several times, but never Dean. She wondered how he was, but she had to help get their house together and not think about sex.

I love my husband. He’s a good father to my kids, he’s attractive, and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we like to be together. Our sex life is wonderful. I never thought I’d deceive him, but sometimes things “come.”

Keith has to travel often, in his work. During such a trip, the children were no longer in school and since I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, several of my colleagues decided to go to a local bar for an hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was not familiar with the area, so I offered to take him. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian about it.