There's many firsts when we invite another man into our marital relationships - we could develop a pretty good list. After that first erotic kiss, there comes the moment when our wives invite a new BF to our home, or the first time she asks him "can you spend the night." One first that's always been high on my list of "special firsts" is when the three of us were in bed together for the first time (my wife had invited him join us for "cocktails" on a weekday afternoon). The real meaning of which was: We are going to have a threesome. Soon enough the moment came when she said to us (her BF and myself): "I need to be fucked, who is going to take care of me?" As I lay back and watched, she opened her legs a bit and urged/pulled her new BF on top of her and made it easy for him to enter her. The look on her face as he slid into her was priceless and the moment was a dream come true for him as well - he'd wanted her for years. Our "threesome" was no longer a threesome. There was no camcorder, no tv blaring the background. The sounds of pleasure filled our bedroom as I caressed her as best I could from beside her. Soon enough, she didn't even know I existed. That was what I wanted, - for my wife to enjoy an afternoon of great sex with another man.