Doug had been joking about a threesome with me and my wife for ages.

I thought at first it was just that — a joke. However, as time wore on, I realized he was serious. Bold, honest, and serious.

I called my wife from the bar where Doug and I were drinking one night. “So, Doug wants to have a threesome with us. How do you feel about that?”

Dead silence.

“Janet?”

“For real?”

“I think so. He’s been talking about it since we started playing softball together. I thought it was just talk. But he seems serious, and I wasn’t sure…” I let the sentence trail off.

“You’re willing to have a threeway with another guy?” I could picture her, one eyebrow raised, hip cocked.

“If you are. I mean… yeah. Unless that weirds you out.”

“Weirds me out? It turns me the fuck on. I just figured if we ever went there you’d insist on me and another chick.”

“I’m an open-minded, modern man,” I said. I drained my beer and set it on the bar.

Doug was making his way back through the crowd. I patiently waited for my wife’s response, hoping for a yes.

“I’m in. I’m in, and then I’m in some more. Is this the Doug in the pics from the championship game you showed me?”

“It is.”

“Then, yes. I’m definitely in.”

“You thought he was that hot?” I asked, laughing.

“I think seeing him suck your cock for my viewing pleasure would be that hot, yes.”

“What if he wants me to suck his cock?”

“Even hotter,” she said. Then she hung up.

Doug took his seat, and I turned to him. “You know that thing… with me and Janet you’ve been talking about for months?”

“The fucking?” he asked, waving his finger toward the bartender for another round.

“That. Yeah.”

“Yep. What about it?”

“What if I said it was on? That Janet was a go?”

“I’d ask you this: When?”

“How’s Saturday?”

“Great.”

“Fucking first,” I said, feeling my nerves creep up a little. “Then food and drinks around the fire pit if you want to stay.”

Doug nodded. “Sounds good.”

“And when you say threeway… you mean her and you, me and her, you and me? Or am I misreading this?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Anything goes. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

I nodded. “Good.”

“Good, why?”

“Because it seems my wife is utterly down with watching someone suck someone’s cock. And she doesn’t mean her.”

He grinned. “Tell her we can accommodate her wishes.”

Saturday seemed to take forever to arrive. But when the doorbell rang, I felt like I’d been electrocuted. Not Janet, though. Janet was happy and eager. “He’s here!” she said, clapping. She grabbed my hand and led me to the door. When she threw it open, she let out a little gasp. “You’re here. Excellent. Can I get you a drink?”

“No drink,” I said. Then added, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be rude.”

Doug came in and hung his jacket on the hook by the front door. “Nice to meet you, Janet. I’d love a drink, but maybe afterward. I think your husband would feel better if we got right down to business. He’s impatient at work. Is he the same here?”

Doug was joking with us, teasing me the way he did at the office, which put me at ease. I studied my friend as if I’d never seen him before. I tried to picture myself with his dick in my mouth. Or mine in his. I’d thought imagining either act would be impossible, but it wasn’t. Probably because it was all Janet had talked about. She’d gone over the different scenarios multiple times, while fucking me and masturbating and in between sucking my cock. I knew the thought turned her on, and I wanted to give her that in real life. In that moment, I realized I was in 100 percent.

Upstairs, Doug and I stood, watching my wife slowly take her clothes off, revealing bits of pale skin, pink nipples, the neatly trimmed triangle of her mound. She sat at the top of the bed, splayed her legs slightly and smiled. “Now, you two.”

We disrobed with a lot less elegance than Janet. I looked at Doug, and he looked at me. My glance strayed toward my wife, and I knew exactly what direction she was hoping this would take. So I gave it to her. I dropped to my knees and took hold of Doug’s erect cock. His dick was smooth and hard — exactly the way mine felt. Then I put him in my mouth. I heard her sharp intake of air. A small shuddery sigh. In my peripheral vision, I could see her touching herself, and excitement leapt through my veins.

Doug held my head and thrust forward. His motions were controlled, so as not to overwhelm me. I did all the things I like when Janet gives me head. I sucked, I swirled my tongue, brushed my lips across his cockhead.

“Come to the bed,” she whispered.

I got up, and she arranged us like two personal dolls in a 69 position, pausing every so often to swipe a fingertip over her clit. She shuddered, cheeks flushed, and nodded. “Go.”

We went — sucking each other, cupping balls, moving like two writhing eels on the mattress. When I shivered and said, “Stop, stop, I don’t want to come yet,” she climaxed with a sharp cry.

“What do you want, Janet?” Doug asked.

She didn’t need to think and answered instantly, “I want you to fuck me while my husband fucks you.”

In her initial imaginings, she’d wanted me to be the bottom in this scenario. Now, she wanted me to take Doug. The thought seemed to make my cock harder — if that was even possible.

She splayed herself on the bed, legs wide, pussy wet and ripe. He moved between her legs, playing the tip of his cock over her clit until she bucked. I grabbed some lube from the nightstand, slickened up my dick and spread his asscheeks so I could see his hole. I’d never thought I’d be here or be so excited to be doing this. But I was, and I was grateful for her shared fantasy.

After readying him with a pair of well-lubed fingers, I pushed the tip of my cock to his ass as he plunged into her pussy. I let him get in my wife all the way, and when he paused, I pushed forward, slow but steady, until his ass relaxed and totally accepted my cock.

Janet craned her neck, looking over his shoulder so she could see me. Then she groaned. “Move. Fuck him. Every time you fuck him, he fucks me.”

My thoughts were wiped clean, and I was simply in the sensory moment — listening to her groans, his moans, my own harsh breath and the luxurious feeling of his ass accepting my dick.

I held his hips, fucking him hard now that my path was eased. Every driving motion pushed him into Janet’s slick cunt. I reached around him and touched her hand. She squeezed mine and then dropped it as she started to buck wildly. Her orgasm was swift and brutal. She made sweet sounds of ecstasy, and I heard Doug chant, “Fuck… fuck…”

He was close, and I was a millimeter away from losing it. I held his hips, my rhythm desperate at that point, I pulled him to me even as I forced into him. When he barked out and bucked beneath me, I knew he’d climaxed. His twitching ass was full of me, and his cock was buried in my wife’s slick heat. I lost it then, pulling free and shooting my load all over his butt.

My mind had already started to play out other scenarios for the three of us. When I moved to the edge of the bed and looked Janet in the eye, I could see she was doing the same.

“So drink, food, and fire pit?” I asked Doug as I found my jeans.

“Only if you want me to stay,” he said, grinning.

“Oh, we want you to stay,” Janet said. “I’m starving, but after dinner I might want something sweet again.”

Doug chuckled. “Something sweet sounds good.”

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