Threesome Erotica
"The Eight-Year Itch" a sex story by C.R. Harris
We had been married for eight years. The years were happy ones, yet somewhat sexually uneventful. Truth be told, we fell in love young and planned to live happily ever after. So far, so good, but still...
Going out with friends, I couldn't help but envy their stories of bringing two women back to their apartment for a threesome, about tag teaming a gorgeous blonde while your buddy gets the blowjob of his life on the other end, about filming an orgy in the tiny living room between a bunch of your fraternity buddies and their respective sorority conquests.
Threesomes, orgies, and anything else remotely out of the ordinary seemed to have been an aspect of my life that I had missed out on completely, and would likely never experience. Though the tradeoff was well worth it, there lingered an empty place in my loins that longed to have a wild experience to remember fondly for years to come.
"Aren't you happy with things as they are?" Karen asked me one night when I opened up about this longing.
"Of course! I just wanted to share with you that there are certain desires that were just never met. In fact, I didn't really even know I had them until recently, but there they are."
She contemplated the thought and shrugged. "I'm happy. Don't you think we have great sex?"
"Absolutely." Truth be told, our sex life was well above average. We kept in great shape, and made love at least three or four times per week. Still...
"All I'm suggesting," I continued "is that we think up some fun fantasies. Let's think of different scenarios that get our imaginations running. We can share the ideas and use the thoughts as fuel to push the sex into an even better realm. What's wrong with that?"
"Well, I guess there's no problem." She smiled and laughed. "Just don't be bringing your friends over for a gang bang or anything. I'm not really up for anything kinky here. Let's just keep it in our minds, deal?"
"Deal!"
A few nights later, I presented her with a set of fantasies that I had downloaded off the internet. These were purported to be the "Top Ten Female Sex Fantasies." My guess is that the writer of the list simply got a bunch of her girlfriends together over cosmopolitans and collected a bunch of random ideas. Still, it seemed as good a place to start as any.
"So, what do you want me to do with these?"
"Simple. Just read through them all, visualize them for a minute, and list your top three favorites in terms of what seems arousing to you."
What seemed like an eternity later, she finally had narrowed it down to her finalists. Before showing me though, she asked me to take a guess as to which would be her picks. I perused the list and quickly came up with:
1) A handsome stranger in the night seduces and pleases you wordlessly and leaves mysteriously with only memories of the intense passion that was shared.
2) Being the star of a pornographic movie.
3) Working for a night as a stripper in a high class gentlemen's club.
She looked at my picks and nodded and smiled. "You got one right. The other two really don't have any appeal. The "stranger in the night" scenario is pretty hot though, that's my first pick."
"Okay, so what are numbers two and three then?"
She handed me her list, and I noticed "threesome with another man" and "threesome with another woman" checked off. After a moment, I responded "you're not imagining me doing anything with the other guy are you?"
She laughed, "Oh god no! Nope, he's all for me."
I smiled, "well the threesome with another woman is a very generous fantasy. I take it she's all for me?"
Karen's smile then took on a bit of a guilty and embarrassed look. "Well, not really."
"What?"
She shrugged and didn't respond.
"Are we to share her then?"
After a moment she shook her head no. Almost as an afterthought she added, "You can be in the room with us."
I was honestly dumfounded at this new revelation. She had never before expressed an interest in other women.
"Have you always felt this way?"
"I think so. I just never acted on it or even thought to, since I definitely prefer men. Still, there's something about the idea that really gets me going."
"Wow, that's pretty cool. You do know that this is like THE top fantasy for any guy, right? To watch his wife with another woman?"
"Yeah, so I've heard."
"So?"
"So, what do you want me to do? Start randomly soliciting women to have girl/girl sex with me while my husband watches and drools?"
"I promise to wear a bib."
"Sorry babe. I just don't see it happening. I'm fine with that too. It definitely is appealing, but it's not some burning desire. I'm not really up for risking my reputation in town here just to fulfill a curiosity. Sorry."
I shrugged. As frustrating as this was, I couldn't blame her for being hesitant.
About a month later we were on a getaway in New York City looking for something fun to do. It was about 11:00 at night and we were debating whether to stay out or to just go back to the hotel and get it on. As we went over our options, we happened to walk by a gentlemen's club that looked to be on the classier side. I noticed her checking it out.
"Do you want to go in there?" I asked.
She seemed really flustered and embarrassed. "I don't know." She responded as she looked at the ground.
I sensed this to be one of those moments when she needed a bit of a nudge. I just grabbed her by the hand and said, "Well I do!"
I pulled her in behind me as I paid the door charge and walked her inside the club before she even had a chance to object. As we took in the surroundings, we both immediately relaxed. There were several other couples there, but the patrons were definitely mainly men. We found a bit of a secluded spot and sat down to watch the various dancers making their way around. Sensing a bit of an opportunity, I asked her if she thought any of the dancers were appealing.
She looked frustrated. "Actually the only one who I think is kind of hot is the bartender." The bartender was a gorgeous brunette with a killer body, but she was fully clothed and clearly there to bartend.
After hanging out for a while and shooing away a few dancers who came looking for tips, she said "I have to use the ladies room, and then let's get going."
"Alright," I responded.
She came back from the bathroom a few minutes later and I stood up ready to leave. Instead, she pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "There was a woman in the bathroom doing her makeup. I think she's a dancer."
"So? Don't you think the dancers need to use the ladies room from time to time too?"
"No, you don't understand. I mean, she's really hot!"
Realization dawned on me. "Oh, you found one!"
She smiled broadly, "YES."
"Well, did you say anything to her?"
"No. What was I supposed to say?"
"How about, wanna come give me a private lap dance?"
She rolled her eyes. "That's not exactly a phrase I'm used to uttering."
"Okay, well where is she? Let's bring her over here."
"She was wearing a leopard print dress."
We scanned the room and I spotted a spicy Latina beauty wearing exactly that type of dress. I motioned toward her and asked "Her?"
She nodded and stared at the woman, seeming to forget I was even there.
I walked over and approached the dancer while she was talking to the bartender. I tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around to face me. She smiled broadly before running a finger down my chest and saying "Hello there. My name is Bianca. Can I help you in some way?"
I smiled, "Actually yes." I took her hand off me and pointed toward my wife who was just catching up to us. "This is my wife Karen, and I'm John. My wife thinks you're quite beautiful."
She looked at my wife and her smile grew even bigger. "Would your wife like a dance?"
Karen then looked around and asked, "Is there anyplace with a little privacy?"
Bianca explained that the Champagne room was empty right now, and for a ridiculously huge amount of money, we could rent it for an hour. This immediately became my most costly impulse buy ever.
The dance began slowly enough with Bianca pulling her dress off and rubbing her bare breasts up against Karen. Karen was clearly both flustered and aroused as her breathing became heavier and she gripped the couch cushions with her hands. I was rock hard instantly. Unfortunately, another sensation was also building down below. I had to use the bathroom. DAMN! I thought. This is NOT the time for a piss break. When I couldn't hold it any longer, I explained that I'd be back as quickly as was humanly possible. Though I'm sure I garnered a few confused glances as I ran full speed through the club to the men's room, I really didn't care.
Upon my return, I noticed a few changes. There was now a man in the opposite side of the room with his own dancer, and my wife was no longer keeping her hands on the couch. The pretense of a "dance" was shed and the two women were making out passionately. Deep kissing and breast sucking were now the highlights of the show, and I sat down mesmerized by the whole thing.
Soon enough, Bianca actually coaxed my normally modest wife out of her own shirt so that she too could have access to breasts. My wife was now only in a pair of slacks, while Bianca wore nothing but a g-string. The deep kissing and heavy groping continued endlessly and I sat there entranced as if nothing else in the world mattered. I didn't even notice the three other men who had entered the room with their own dancers, nor did I notice that my wife's experience had become the center of attention for the whole room.
Soon, temptation got the best of Karen and she slid her fingers into the front of Bianca's g-string. She later told me that she expected Bianca to pull her hand back out. Instead, she sighed audibly and moaned at the clitoral massage Karen was giving her. Soon the favor was repaid as Bianca unzipped the front of Karen's pants and pulled them down just enough to have access. Her right hand was quickly down the front of Karen's panties and moved furiously inside as Karen arched her back in delight. The wet sounds from both ladies were audible and I feared that I might actually climax in my own pants just from the sight of it all.
Soon enough, both ladies simply pulled off the remainder of their clothing and Bianca laid Karen out on the couch while kissing her way from the neck to her breasts, to her stomach, then to her pussy as she began to lick furiously. Karen climaxed almost immediately. My own experience has been that her first orgasm only warms things up, and this instance was no different. She pulled Bianca's face to hers and kissed her again deeply. She then pushed her onto her back and with almost no hesitation, went in for her first taste of another woman.
As this scene unfolded in front of my eyes, there were now about ten other people, patrons and dancers alike who had simply forgotten everything but the show that the two women were putting on. Neither I nor Karen noticed this at all. She and her new best friend were soon in a 69 position as they licked each other in what appeared to be a contest to see who could make the other come faster and harder. They tied as they both squealed in delight to the amazement of the entire audience that had now formed.
Karen then turned her body around and lay face to face on top of Bianca. They kissed deeply and caressed each other as they both gradually came back to reality. Bianca broke the silence.
"I think your husband enjoyed the show."
In surprise, Karen looked up at me and said "Oh, right. Hi honey!"
I smiled and gave her that knowing grin that says: we now have something between us that will only be ours.
After a moment, to our surprise we heard a few claps that quickly turned into applause. Shocked, the three of us looked up to see that everybody had been paying attention to the show. I quickly grew concerned for Karen, as I know she didn't intend to be the center of attention like this. I went to help her cover up as she dressed, but she just shooed me away and took Bianca by the hand to stand and take a bow. The two ladies in their birthday suits with a strong afterglow of sex was quite a sight to see. They smiled with guilt, pleasure and extreme satisfaction as they bowed and acknowledged the adoration of their new fans.
As Karen got dressed, Bianca sat right next to me and whispered in my ear. "You're supposed to pay me for using the room here. Don't pay me now. I'll tell the manager that you have. Just meet me outside in ten minutes."
Sensing something amiss, I became concerned and hesitated to follow her instructions. Not being familiar with the setup, we went along with it and waited outside for a few minutes. Bianca soon came out with a huge smile on her face and walked with us down the street. "I just got fired." She informed us.
"What?!" we both exclaimed.
She laughed. "I've wanted this for a while now, don't feel bad. The manager is a real jerk and has been treating us all like shit for years. I just finished my degree in accounting and I got a great job that starts next week. I've been trying to figure out how to get fired and tonight you two gave me the best opportunity I could have imagined!"
"Why didn't you just quit?"
"I was going to, but this was much more fun. See, technically we're not supposed to actually have sex in the back room, y'know?"
We laughed at the obviousness of this. "What about paying for the room?"
Acting offended, she responded. "What do you think I am, a prostitute?"
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Copyright September 2007, C.R. Harris
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Originally published September 2007 - "Saucy September"