You Should Leave

Then one night, when we were settling in for the evening on our bed, Janet had control of the tablet to pick the porn to cast on our large TV screen. We were both naked, and I was feeling her boobs as she scrolled through the potential scenes to view.

"What do you want to watch tonight?" she asked, as she flipped through the categories.

"I don't know," I responded, rolling her nipples between my fingers and thumbs, feeling them getting thick and firm. "You pick."

"How about a threesome?" Janet asked, trying to control her breathing as I teased her nipples.

"Sure," I replied. I didn't care at this point. I was horny and wanted to fuck. It didn't matter to me what was on the screen.

The video started out with a couple, naked and playing on a messy looking bed. They appeared to be a married couple. Both looked to be in their mid-to-late thirties, white and overweight, just like us. It was an amateur video, which was our favorite. They even looked similar to us, so it helped our fantasy. We would pretend to be them and act out in our bed what they were doing in the video.

The woman on screen was between her husband's legs, sucking on his cock. His dick was about the same size as mine. Janet emulated the woman, similarly sucking me. I was holding her head, pushing it down just like the man on the screen.

The pictured momentarily jiggled like someone had moved the camera. Then, another naked man walked into the scene from the right.

"Ah, Janet," I spoke up, "I think you picked an MMF threesome."

She pulled her mouth off my cock, "Yeah, I did."

"Why? You know I don't want to see two men play with each other. It's gross." I said as I could feel my arousal dropping.

"Oh, come on," she challenged me, "You make me watch girl on girl porn and FFM threesomes and you know I have no interest in women. I never complain. Plus this doesn't have any bi-male action. It is all about pleasing the woman."

"Oh, it is?" I asked, still feeling uncomfortable, but willing to humor her.

"Yeah, is it ok this one time?" she asked, stroking my cock back to life, "Please?"

I mean, how could I say no?

I didn't answer I just lay back and let her resume sucking me, like the woman on the screen. The second man had climbed up to kneel on the bed next to the couple, facing the camera. His cock was easily nine inches and very thick, much more massive than both the husband in the video and me. The on-screen wife pulled her mouth off of her husband's cock and wrapped it around the newcomer's.

Janet let out a little moan, then pulled her mouth off my cock, stroking it slowly. She said, "Hang on a second," then dug around in the nightstand retrieving a large, realistic-looking dildo. Janet held it to the side facing her and started sucking on it, like the girl in the video. She needed her hands free, so I held it in place for her. That way she could stroke the dildo and my cock in unison as she worked her mouth on the fake cock.

When the wife in the video switched back to her husband, Janet likewise took my cock back into her mouth and began deep throating me. I was feeling great, as I watched her act out the video. It was turning me on, a lot.

The wife went back to the newcomer's cock. He grabbed her head and started fucking her face, hard and fast, shoving his cock into her throat. Janet looked at me and raised her eyebrows, then opened her mouth around the head of the rubber dick. I pushed it in deeply, but she gagged. I waited for her to recover and tried again. She gagged again. After a few tries, she was able to get it past her gag reflex, and I fucked her face and mouth with the dildo hard.

Janet was emulating the sounds of the slut-wife on the screen as she sucked the big cock. The woman on TV suddenly stopped sucking the stranger's dick and scampered up to straddle her husband, taking his cock into her pussy quickly. She began to rock her hips grinding the cock inside her.

Janet giggled and followed suit. I held the shaft of my cock as she worked me inside her pussy.

"You want him to fuck you in the ass baby?" asked the on-screen husband.

I looked into Janet's eyes and saw a burning need there. I repeated the question to her, "Do you want him to fuck you in the ass?"

"Yes," the woman on TV and Janet answered at almost the same moment.

The stranger moved behind her and Janet took the dildo from me. He rubbed the head of his dick against her asshole. Janet did the same with the dildo.

"Say please," the stranger said.

"Please fuck my ass," Janet replied.

He pushed forward, and with a shudder, Janet felt her ass opening as the stranger's cock started sliding inside her tight sphincter. "Oh fuck, yes!" she shouted.

I thrust up into her pussy, and she let out a gasp. The stranger started fucking her ass slowly, pulling out almost all the way, then ramming his length deeper and deeper inside her. She fell forward onto my chest, and I kissed her passionately.

The husband and stranger began fucking the wife hard. The stranger would drive his cock into her ass as the husband pulled back. Then, the husband would push deep into her hungry cunt as the stranger let his cock slide almost out of her ass. They repeated this alternating pattern of in the ass then pussy ass then pussy.

Janet began to shake uncontrollably. "Oh god yes, fuck me in both holes! Use me!"

I started fucking her pussy faster, and the stranger did the same in her ass. We did what she asked for and used her body, pounding her pussy and ass together.

The blonde slut on the video screamed out and began to cum at the exact moment that Janet cried out wailing, "I'm cumming, oohhhhhhhhh." I felt her body shake, and her juices flow out all around my cock, soaking me and drenching our bed. It felt so good that I couldn't hold on any longer.

"I'm cumming baby," I shouted. I felt my cock grow even bigger inside her pussy, and then it started spraying my seed into her hot little cunt, over and over. The stranger cried out and filled her ass with his hot sperm, causing her to cum again.

I stopped the video as we lay back, rolling out of the substantial wet spot, and hugged my wife tightly. "Fuck, that was intense, " I said.

"Oh my god, yes," Janet agreed, "I came so hard, baby. I started squirting, and it wouldn't stop."

"Damn," I said, kissing her lovingly, "I think you liked that more than the two girl threesomes."

"Oh god yes," she breathed out. "That was all about the wife, all for her pleasure."

I dragged my fingertips across Janet's ass cheeks and her lower back. She suddenly clenched her legs, tensed her body and cried out, "Oh my god!" then started cumming again.

Holy fuck! All I did was brush my finger against her skin, and she came. I let her finish and waited for her head to clear a bit. That's when I asked the question I would come to regret.

"Would you ever want to invite someone over to do that kind of threesome?" I asked.

She didn't answer. A few minutes later, she was asleep in my arms. I lay awake for quite a while thinking about what we had just done and how strongly it had affected Janet. I had liked it too, but could I handle letting another man touch her? Let him fuck her? The horny part of me said yes, but the rest of me screamed: "Fuck no!"

I should have listened to the majority.

The next day we were at the kitchen table eating a leisurely breakfast. I was thinking about the sex the night before, but I was not about to bring it up. I didn't have to.

"God, I came so hard last night, baby," she cooed as she sipped her coffee. "You were a beast. I'm so lucky to have you."

"No," I replied, "I'm the lucky one. I don't deserve you."

"Well that's true," she said, laughing. "But, you keep making me cum like that, I may keep you around."

"How much of it was me and how much was the other guy?" I asked, playing into our roleplay from last night. She played right along.

"Hmmm," she thought out loud, "Maybe equal parts. I mean you're always good, baby, but his cock was just so big and, mmmm, he knew how to use it."

I smiled, "I'm glad, honey."

"You aren't jealous?" she asked, fixing me with her best gaming stare.

"Of course not," I said, returning her gaze, "I know you love me and you would never leave me for him. It was just sex."

She raised her eyebrows. "Delicious sex, " she corrected me.

"Something you want to do again?" I asked, playfully.

She nodded, "Uh-huh, I do."

"Something you want to try with a real stranger?" I asked, feeling nervous energy coursing through me.

"Would you be ok if I did?" she asked, suddenly completely serious.

"It would depend, " I said.

"On what?" she asked.

"Well, it would have to be someone that wouldn't try to steal you. Someone who couldn't steal you from me." I explained.

She giggled, then said, "Well, that's everybody because nobody will ever steal me from you, Dave. I love you and only you."

I smiled.

"Well, it would have to be with someone that I knew would treat you with respect and not hurt you."

"Awww," she replied, sweetly, "that's nice of you."

"And," I added, "I think it would just have to happen. Nothing planned. Just spur of the moment, when we're both in the mood and the situation is right. Who knows."

She nodded. "Right, I mean we're just hypothesizing. We're not seriously planning anything. It's just 'what if,' right?"

"Exactly," I said.

She pushed away from the table, walked over to me and straddled me. She kissed me passionately, and I kissed her back. She pulled her t-shirt off over her head and threw it to the floor, rubbing her breasts on my face.

"So, hypothetically speaking," she said as she reached into my boxers for my cock, "I want you to fuck me."

So, over the next couple of months, we repeated our fantasy of two men and one woman threesomes several times. Each time we'd watch a video and act it out. Each time she would have massive, epic orgasms. I was growing more and more turned on by the idea of someone else fucking her. I thought about it often. I could be at work, and suddenly I would relive one of our fantasy sessions in my mind.

Nights were the hardest. Many times, I'd wake up and lay in bed staring at her and imagining her fucking some other man. I'd get so turned on I would jerk off in bed, thinking about it. I'd jump up and run to the bathroom to cum into the toilet, pretending I was having IBS or an urgent need to pee. Finally, I would have a towel on the nightstand for me to shoot my sperm into so I wouldn't wake her by running to the toilet.

It was about three months after that first MMF fantasy that we were celebrating our anniversary. We invited Josh, his partner Ricky, Danny and Maggie over to our new house to celebrate it with us. After all, they were with us when we met and were kind of responsible for how we started dating.

The evening went well. Janet spent the whole day making Beef Wellington and risotto with scallops. She'd spent way too much time binge-watching Hells Kitchen and was obsessed with trying to make these dishes. She nailed them all. The food was fantastic, and the wine was flowing. After dinner, we cleared the table, and I broke out the latest edition of the silly card game we had played on the night we met.

The first couple of rounds were just for fun as we all got used to the rules and game mechanism. After that, the competitive claws came out, and things started getting cutthroat. The game allowed players to make deals, lie, cheat and steal. You could get away with whatever the players permitted. I was way in the lead, but then Danny tricked me into a deal, only to backstab me so that Janet could win the round.

Asshole.

Then Josh and Maggie teamed to take down the power couple of Janet and Danny, leaving all four of them weakened. That left Ricky and me, and he was no match for my superior strategy. I dominated.

That's when things got a bit more interesting.

"We need more skin in the game," Janet said, her words slightly slurred from all the wine.

"What, it's not risky enough for you?" asked Maggie. "You want to put some money in the pot?"

Janet laughed, "Not exactly, it's like this. You know how the game has special commodities on the cards that we try to trade and collect to get monopolies?"

Danny shook his head, "Yeah, like we trade the amounts that are on the cards, you want to pick a commodity and use real money to trade instead of just the cards?"

Ricky joined in, "Yeah, so like we would submit an offer for five bags of wheat, then what we'd have to put in five bucks?"

"Oh, I get it, so then as we counter bid, we put in real money, then whoever wins that hand, gets the money?"

Janet laughed, "You guys get the idea, but I wasn't thinking money. I said we need more skin in the game; I meant real skin. I was thinking anytime you lose a trade, you lose an item of clothing."

"Oh, that's way easier to keep track of," replied Maggie.

"Yeah, so the banker keeps all the clothes or do you get to win clothes back that you can put on?" Josh asked.

Janet thought about it, then answered, "I guess the winner of the trade wins the clothes from that transaction and can put on whatever he wants."

"Wow, I bet Josh will look funny wearing my bra," laughed Maggie.

With that everyone laughed and we started playing with the new house rules. I had stayed out of the conversation. I was mostly in shock that Janet had suggested it, plus I wanted to see where it would go.

We started a new game and designated which of the trade goods in the game represented clothing. It started out slowly. Maggie was the first to lose some clothes. She pulled her top off and tossed it on the table along with two shoes. Ricky countered her bid by throwing in his shirt, jeans and both shoes. Maggie had no comeback, and just before Ricky picked up the whole pile, Josh came to his girlfriend's rescue and slipped her his t-shirt and shoes in support. She tossed them onto the table. When Ricky couldn't outbid her, she scooped up the clothes and got dressed.

It was my turn, I considered passing, but you're only allowed to pass three times. Instead, I put out a conservative offer of just my t-shirt. Josh, Ricky, and Danny all passed. When it came to Janet, she blocked me by putting her shirt up too. Play went to Maggie who tried to bully us, by tossing five items of clothing on the table.

Now, I had to either match her offer to block her or exceed it for a chance to win the pot. I passed. It passed around to Maggie again. Josh, Ricky, and Danny had used two passes. Janet stood up, pulled off her socks and her shorts. She was standing there in just her bra and panties. Janet had put in six to Maggie's five and my one. I could tell she was thinking about putting in more, but she just smiled and sat back down. I couldn't help but notice Danny staring at her intently.

Maggie unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the table. She didn't even try to cover up her tits. Her nipples were hard as large rubber erasers. I glanced at Janet who was blushing. So Maggie had six in to match Janet's offer. It was to me with my one item offer. I passed a 2nd time.

Josh, Ricky, and Danny all three passed and were out for the round and could not get back in. Janet leaned forward in her chair and looked around the room.

"Why do I get the feeling you guys orchestrated this to get Maggie and I naked?" she said, laughing.

I laughed back, "Weren't you the one wanting to put more skin in the game?"

With that, Janet lifted up in her seat and slipped her panties down an off, then dropped them on the table. Danny was openly gawking at her, but couldn't get a clear view. Ricky and Josh were laughing, but couldn't have cared less.

"That's one more to you, Maggie," Janet taunted. Unfortunately, Janet had miscounted and had forgotten that Maggie had two more items than she did, from her first-round win. Maggie dropped them both on the pile, then stood up and slid out of her panties and tossed them on the collection too. That gave her a 2 item lead, with Janet out of clothes. It also gave me an unobstructed view of her ass and pussy.

"Ha!," Maggie gloated as she reached to scoop up all the clothes.

"Hang on," I said, "I haven't gone yet."

"What?" Maggie asked. "I thought you passed."

"I did, but only twice." I countered.

"Well," said Janet, "You don't have enough clothes left to win. You could, however, pass all your remaining clothes to me, my dear husband. Then I'll win. I'll make it worth your while."

"Hey, that's not fair! Then, I'll get all of Danny's clothes," Maggie argued.

"Or, I have a better idea," I said with a grin. Maybe Danny should give me all his clothes so that I win and you two ladies have to play the rest of the game naked."

Danny's eyes widened, and he stood up and started stripping. Each item he took off he tossed to me.

"Awww, come on," Janet piped in. "That's cheating! He's already out!"

"No, no," I countered. "Danny is out of the round, not out of the game and he's allowed to give an assist as long as he has cards."

"Dammit!" shouted Maggie, "I knew this was a setup."

Danny pulled off his boxers, exposing his semi-erect cock to the room. He was blushing and tried his best to cover it up before it was too obvious. Everyone saw it, so hiding it did nothing. His cock was significantly longer and thicker than mine. I glanced at Janet. She smiled at me and winked.

"Looks like Danny likes this game," Ricky said with a slight snicker.

Josh stood up, trying to get a better look. "Well, hell," he said, "if I had known his dick was that big, I would have stolen Danny from you long ago, Maggie."

"Not a chance," Maggie fired back, "he's all about the boobs."

"Oh no," I chimed in, "Janet's in trouble then. She has tiggle bitties."

Everyone laughed, but Ricky had a scowl on his face. "I don't get it. What are tiggle bitties?"

"Oh, sorry," I apologized. "It's what people where I grew up call them when a girl has a pair of big old titties."

Ricky stared at me blankly.

"Big ol' titties. Biggle titties. Tiggle bitties."

Suddenly the light of comprehension dawned, and he smiled, "Oh," he said laughing, "I get it. Tiggle bitties!"

Janet spoke up, "You do know I am sitting right here."

Ricky laughed even louder, "Of course, we can't miss your tiggle bitties!"

She gave him a dirty look, then sat up straight and shook her boobs, "You mean these?"

Danny watched her closely. I couldn't see his cock from where I was. I was confident that got harder.

We continued the game. I won that round. Maggie won the next one and got most of her clothes back and me down to my boxers. The booze continued to flow freely, but interest in the game started to wane. At the end of the round, Josh announced that he and Ricky were going to go home and have "obscenely non-heterosexual intercourse" and pass out.

Maggie and Janet were both pretty drunk. They handled it very differently. Maggie became quiet and kept nodding off. After a few minutes, she crawled onto the loveseat and fell asleep. Janet, on the other hand, seemed to become energized.

"I want to dance," she declared, still completely naked.

I went to the stereo and put on some dance tunes then lowered the lights. While I was doing that, Janet pulled Danny out of his chair. He was naked, too, and resisted her unsuccessfully.

"You should dance with your husband," he argued as she got him to his feet. I tried not to stare at his raging boner that stood out from his pelvis, pointing at my wife's naked pussy.

I pretended to be much drunker than I was and staggered unsteadily. "Shit," I explained, "if I dance, I'll fall down. Dance with her. I'm going to go lay down."

I drifted toward the hall and as I passed Janet our eyes locked and I winked. She smiled in response and knew this was the perfect storm of events we had described. She gave me a little nod, then blew me a kiss.