I’m trying to keep this short, but it’s difficult with a relationship and marriages that are still intact 30 years later. Here’s the abridged story.
My wife Linda and I evolved into a highly sexual marriage while the two of us were in our prime reproductive years and a bit after. We knew before we married that we’d have other men in our bed with us for threesomes and Linda actually wanted to invite a small group of men to spend the night with her, in our home or a hotel depending on circumstances. I remember how impatient I was – like most husbands, I wanted it all to happen faster but it doesn’t work that way. It takes time to find the right guys to bring into the marital bed and even more time actually getting them there for anything but a “quickie.”
We’d been married once before and each of had experienced threesomes (mfm) at one time or another. For me, it was before I married the first time with my girlfriend and my roommate’s girlfriends. Sometimes it was mfm, and sometimes it was fmf. It’s all good! Linda had rented a room in a home where two men were also renting rooms. All of them traveled and it was rare for all 3 of them to be home at once so they made the most of their time and enjoyed threesomes and DP as often as they could. Linda still says DP is the best orgasm a woman can have.
I knew Linda wasn’t experiencing orgasm with me in her, and when the topic of extra-marital sex came up in bed one afternoon she readily agreed it would be something she’d like to explore. As we talked, it became apparent that she wanted to re-establish a relationship with a married black co-worker that she had been in before we met. “I thought I might be pregnant with him,” she said. Now I know she said that intentionally to see what my reaction would be. I was erect. As we talked, it became apparent that Linda might still be seeing him, although I didn’t pursue the issue right away as I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and discourage her. And….it might lead to some sexy experiences for the three of us - the thought that my wife was still having sex with him was keeping me erect even though I didn’t know for sure. She noticed and quickly asked me how I’d feel about her rekindling that relationship. “Can you handle it,” she asked me. “Should I call him.”
Linda’s lover Larry lived about 200 miles from us, in a town my wife stayed at once every three weeks when she was working at that division office of her employer. That’s also where Larry lived, and so it was easy, two months later, for Linda to simply ask Larry to dinner then ask him to stop by her room before he went home. We used the intervening weeks to discuss how each of us would want her relationship with Larry to go and what we felt comfortable with. I wanted her to have sex with him frequently in our own bed, and have orgasms with him while I watched or joined in and took “seconds” with her as Larry recovered. She wanted a real relationship with him as sex as often as possible with work, family, and life in general. “I need an emotional connection” to get the most out of sex, she said. I was a little scared by that, but thinking that women approach sex a lot different than us guys do, I agreed. And for some reason, the idea that Linda would be making love to Larry turned me on.
And so it began. One Monday afternoon as Linda prepared to leave for her stay in Larry’s town, she let me know that “it could happen tonight. He’s free after work and we are going to have dinner and drinks. I’m going to ask him to come up to my room afterwards.” Once again, I felt an erection forming, and was breathless – could barely utter the words “sounds hot.” I asked her to please give me an update – at least let me know what was happening.
Later that night, about 10 pm, Linda called and said she could only talk for a minute and said “you wanted this to happen and tonight’s your lucky night, my panties are already off.”
Me: “sounds sexy”
Linda: “I probably won’t call again until tomorrow morning, so don’t wait up.”
Me: “I’ll be hard all night!”
Linda: “We won’t be using condoms as I already know Larry and would never ask him to wear a condom. Besides, I want to feel all of him.”
And so it was. My fertile wife was going to be in bed with a man she’d already had sex with and had strong feelings for, with nothing between them except his hard penis. She didn’t need BC pills as I’d had a vasectomy before we married.
That’s how it started, and so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when I found her crying in bed one day. I asked her what was wrong and she said “I have feelings for him, you know and I don’t want to lose you.” I assured her I loved her and wasn’t going anywhere, and she said she “could love two men, and it wasn’t fair that she could be enjoying all this good sex and seldom having sex with you.” I guess I should have known this was coming as Linda and I had been flirting with the idea in our pillow talk, although she and I were only having sex once or twice a month by this time, a full year into her new relationship with Larry. And when it became clear to me that my wife was only having sex with me out of a sense of loyalty and love and Larry was her primary sex partner, I began having fewer firm erections and I was ejaculating more quickly.
Linda: “It would probably be better if you weren’t in my any more. Larry is asking me to be exclusive to him, to not have sex with you or any other men, and I feel so sexy when his sperm is in me. And you said you love it when I get home and you know I’m still full of his sperm.”
Me: (again, getting an erection): “Sounds interesting, how do you feel about it – sounds like you want this!?”
Linda: “I’d really like it, and I can take care of you other ways. I just feel so good after I have sex with him, and I want to feel that way more often. I orgasm with minutes after he’s in me.”
On that day, we agreed I wouldn’t be in her any more but that we could change the arrangement any time either of us wanted. When Linda, Larry and I entered this stage of our relationship there was no "cages" or male chastity devices around. We just did what married couples do when this kind of relationship is taking place. When I tried to enter her when we were in bed together, she just pushed me back and reminded me that Larry was the only man in her vagina. It was frustrating and arousing at the same time - a strange mix of feelings. Addictive feelings. I wanted to hear her say those words to me. My whole being was churning with a mix of emotions: frustration, desire, need, love, everything!
Larry never came to our home, Linda always traveled to meet him as she didn’t want to disrupt his marriage. We both understood that keeping Larry’s marriage on a good footing was the key to Linda’s continuing relationship with him. Protecting his marriage was an art and his wife quickly found out, but to our surprise, was supportive. At least, until Linda conceived with Larry.
My wife Linda and I evolved into a highly sexual marriage while the two of us were in our prime reproductive years and a bit after. We knew before we married that we’d have other men in our bed with us for threesomes and Linda actually wanted to invite a small group of men to spend the night with her, in our home or a hotel depending on circumstances. I remember how impatient I was – like most husbands, I wanted it all to happen faster but it doesn’t work that way. It takes time to find the right guys to bring into the marital bed and even more time actually getting them there for anything but a “quickie.”
We’d been married once before and each of had experienced threesomes (mfm) at one time or another. For me, it was before I married the first time with my girlfriend and my roommate’s girlfriends. Sometimes it was mfm, and sometimes it was fmf. It’s all good! Linda had rented a room in a home where two men were also renting rooms. All of them traveled and it was rare for all 3 of them to be home at once so they made the most of their time and enjoyed threesomes and DP as often as they could. Linda still says DP is the best orgasm a woman can have.
I knew Linda wasn’t experiencing orgasm with me in her, and when the topic of extra-marital sex came up in bed one afternoon she readily agreed it would be something she’d like to explore. As we talked, it became apparent that she wanted to re-establish a relationship with a married black co-worker that she had been in before we met. “I thought I might be pregnant with him,” she said. Now I know she said that intentionally to see what my reaction would be. I was erect. As we talked, it became apparent that Linda might still be seeing him, although I didn’t pursue the issue right away as I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and discourage her. And….it might lead to some sexy experiences for the three of us - the thought that my wife was still having sex with him was keeping me erect even though I didn’t know for sure. She noticed and quickly asked me how I’d feel about her rekindling that relationship. “Can you handle it,” she asked me. “Should I call him.”
Linda’s lover Larry lived about 200 miles from us, in a town my wife stayed at once every three weeks when she was working at that division office of her employer. That’s also where Larry lived, and so it was easy, two months later, for Linda to simply ask Larry to dinner then ask him to stop by her room before he went home. We used the intervening weeks to discuss how each of us would want her relationship with Larry to go and what we felt comfortable with. I wanted her to have sex with him frequently in our own bed, and have orgasms with him while I watched or joined in and took “seconds” with her as Larry recovered. She wanted a real relationship with him as sex as often as possible with work, family, and life in general. “I need an emotional connection” to get the most out of sex, she said. I was a little scared by that, but thinking that women approach sex a lot different than us guys do, I agreed. And for some reason, the idea that Linda would be making love to Larry turned me on.
And so it began. One Monday afternoon as Linda prepared to leave for her stay in Larry’s town, she let me know that “it could happen tonight. He’s free after work and we are going to have dinner and drinks. I’m going to ask him to come up to my room afterwards.” Once again, I felt an erection forming, and was breathless – could barely utter the words “sounds hot.” I asked her to please give me an update – at least let me know what was happening.
Later that night, about 10 pm, Linda called and said she could only talk for a minute and said “you wanted this to happen and tonight’s your lucky night, my panties are already off.”
Me: “sounds sexy”
Linda: “I probably won’t call again until tomorrow morning, so don’t wait up.”
Me: “I’ll be hard all night!”
Linda: “We won’t be using condoms as I already know Larry and would never ask him to wear a condom. Besides, I want to feel all of him.”
And so it was. My fertile wife was going to be in bed with a man she’d already had sex with and had strong feelings for, with nothing between them except his hard penis. She didn’t need BC pills as I’d had a vasectomy before we married.
That’s how it started, and so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when I found her crying in bed one day. I asked her what was wrong and she said “I have feelings for him, you know and I don’t want to lose you.” I assured her I loved her and wasn’t going anywhere, and she said she “could love two men, and it wasn’t fair that she could be enjoying all this good sex and seldom having sex with you.” I guess I should have known this was coming as Linda and I had been flirting with the idea in our pillow talk, although she and I were only having sex once or twice a month by this time, a full year into her new relationship with Larry. And when it became clear to me that my wife was only having sex with me out of a sense of loyalty and love and Larry was her primary sex partner, I began having fewer firm erections and I was ejaculating more quickly.
Linda: “It would probably be better if you weren’t in my any more. Larry is asking me to be exclusive to him, to not have sex with you or any other men, and I feel so sexy when his sperm is in me. And you said you love it when I get home and you know I’m still full of his sperm.”
Me: (again, getting an erection): “Sounds interesting, how do you feel about it – sounds like you want this!?”
Linda: “I’d really like it, and I can take care of you other ways. I just feel so good after I have sex with him, and I want to feel that way more often. I orgasm with minutes after he’s in me.”
On that day, we agreed I wouldn’t be in her any more but that we could change the arrangement any time either of us wanted. When Linda, Larry and I entered this stage of our relationship there was no "cages" or male chastity devices around. We just did what married couples do when this kind of relationship is taking place. When I tried to enter her when we were in bed together, she just pushed me back and reminded me that Larry was the only man in her vagina. It was frustrating and arousing at the same time - a strange mix of feelings. Addictive feelings. I wanted to hear her say those words to me. My whole being was churning with a mix of emotions: frustration, desire, need, love, everything!
Larry never came to our home, Linda always traveled to meet him as she didn’t want to disrupt his marriage. We both understood that keeping Larry’s marriage on a good footing was the key to Linda’s continuing relationship with him. Protecting his marriage was an art and his wife quickly found out, but to our surprise, was supportive. At least, until Linda conceived with Larry.
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