The question: how does a girl introduce her boyfriend of a couple of months to her husband? Some would say the answer is over drinks - after all, the alcohol will serve as a lubricant. My answer was to do it over me and for lubricant? Well...ditto. We decided to meet at the club where I first met the Boyfriend, the hope being that the evening would click so that a threeway would ensue...and so the Husband and I became sex tourists of a sort and went on a little road trip.
The Husband and I were already sitting at the bar when I looked up and saw the Boyfriend walking towards us, giggling to myself when I noted he was wearing a shirt oddly similar to one the Husband was wearing. I introduced them, they shook hands and we made a little polite conversation. So far, so good.
After a little while I relaxed: it wasn't cosy like old friends over dinner, but it was working: the Husband was fine, the Boyfriend seemed fine, I didn't want to throw myself off the roof. Spectacular win. Eventually conversation among the three of us turned to conversation among a number of couples, particularly one - a hot blonde who might well be a kindred spirit (yes, another slutty blonde with an eye for the gentlemen) and her very hot husband. I think that seeing the normalcy of it all was a good thing for the Husband - this was his first foray into a new world and he was quite enjoying meeting people and being able to talk freely about this interesting new journey on which we find ourselves.
Initially I stuck next to the Husband: holding hands, being affectionate, demonstrating to him that I was there with him. But as the Husband immersed himself more in conversation with the hot blonde's hot husband I engaged a little more with the Boyfriend... moving closer, touching him little while talking to others in the group, a light kiss, a stoke on the leg - wanting to say hello a little, but also wanting to give the Husband a bit of a preview and judge his reaction. Hubby didn't break stride.
After some time spent mingling I checked in with the Husband and a few minutes later with the Boyfriend: shall we adjourn to the back?
And they both said...yes. Well, well, well.
We went back to the locker room to disrobe, a situation I suspect was less uncomfortable for me than for them , and we went back to one of the private rooms with a nice big bed, shutting the door for a little privacy. So, now what?
Wearing nothing but a towel and my wedding ring I sat down on the bed with the Boyfriend. I gestured to the Husband to join us but he declined - partially testing the emotional waters I suspect, but also fulfilling a fantasy of watching his slutty little wife in action (I know, what a pervert!).
I leaned in to kiss the Boyfriend slowly and softly - rushing was not the order of the day. The Husband told me later he was surprised that we did not touch each other more aggressively at first. (My response: "its called foreplay". His response: a really dirty look).
At first we just kissed: just two lovers enjoying each other...um, you know, two lovers, in a sex club, with her husband watching. Cognisant of the audience, we started slowly touching each other - I ran my hands over his arms and he brought his fingers up to my nipples. I looked over at the Husband to check in - he nodded that he was ok...and so I moved forward. I kissed the Boyfriend's shoulders, his neck, his chest and I began to work my way down...
Now the Husband has often said that he wants to watch me suck cock, but imagining a porny scene while wanking and seeing the mouth that kisses your kids good night with a strange cock in it are two very different things. With that in mind as I kissed my way progressively lower on the Boyfriend I looked over at the Husband with a question in my eyes and he, I kid you not, gave me a thumbs up. Have I told you I adore my husband?
That was a clear enough sign for me, clearly we didn't need to discuss, and so I moved forward, sliding the Boyfriend's delightful cock in my mouth and listening to those oh so lovely noises he makes when I do. He let me have my way with him for a few minutes but then he switched it up - moving me onto my back and lowering his face between my legs, licking me softly - with my husband watching with delight. I mean, really, does it get better for me? My two best guys naked and at my disposal? Win/win.
With that in mind: enough with the watching. I patted the bed beside me: husband come here. And the Husband did just that: kissing my neck and working his way down to take my nipple in his mouth. There I was, a man with a delightful tongue on either side of me, being licked and touched and biting my own lip in delight and anticipation, looking forward to what was to come...and then...well then, darlings, there was a knock on the door...





