Reminiscing

My late wife, Anne, had strong sexual needs, and it was not long into our marriage that I knew I would need help to fully satisfy her.

One day, when I came home from work, there was a strange guy in the living room. Anne volunteered at a rehab center, and the guy had just been released with nowhere to go. He, John, needed to earn enough money for a bus ticket home to Birmingham (we lived in Delray Beach, Florida) so Anne offered him a job doing yard work and invited him to stay with us for a few nights until he finished.

He was a younger fella, early twenties, with a muscular build. He seemed like a decent dude, clean after 3 months sober, and polite, so I made him welcome to stay. Anne was always a caring soul for strays.

We ate and talked, and after supper, Anne went to wash the dishes. John offered to help, and I went into the living room to watch TV. When I went into the kitchen to get a beer, Anne and John were at the sink, side by side, hips pressed against each other, talking softly. I walked in, and they jumped apart. The flush on Anne's neck told me that she felt embarrassed about being startled. I said that I was just getting a beer, and Anne hollered, "What?"

I realized immediately that it might be uncool to drink in front of a newly recovering alcoholic, and I apologized, put the beer back in the fridge, and got the iced tea pitcher instead. I sat at the kitchen counter while Anne and John finished the dishes, and we watched some TV for a while before going to bed. John was in the spare bedroom that was next to our room.

When we got into bed, Anne was all over me. I haven't seen her that horny in a long time. We were sucking and licking and fucking, and Anne was getting louder and wilder by the minute. I told her to keep it down because John was sleeping right on the other side of the wall. That got her even hotter. She asked me if I didn't think it was sexy to fuck with another guy listening, and I was so horned up that the idea actually DID sound hot. Anne approved by pushing me on my back, straddling my cock, and riding me like she was in a rodeo. In the midst of this, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and before I could react, Anne yelled, "Come in."

Now I don't know if this was what he and Anne were whispering about, or if it was just a coincidence in the heat of the moment, but John came in wearing a pair of boxers with a huge boner poking out against the fabric.
John looked at Anne and me and said that he just wanted to say how much he appreciated our hospitality. Anne just smiled and looked at me with lust burning in her eyes. Can he stay, she asked while clenching my throbbing cock with her pussy. I was so far gone with horniness that I could not refuse. Anne humped me even harder and motioned John to come over. She was about to provide him with even more hospitality than I could have imagined.

John was ecstatic. In two seconds, he dropped his boxers and came over to the side of the bed, near my head. His dick was angled straight up towards his belly. He was a little bigger than I was, full of youthful vigor, and hard enough to drive nails. I think that I was almost as turned on as Anne was. She wrapped her fingers around John's thick, veiny shaft and leaned toward him to suck his cock while alternately bouncing up and down on my dick and rocking back and forth. I have never seen her this wild, and I have seen her pretty wild before. Drool ran down her chin, pussy cream coated my balls and thighs. She was moaning and slurping and fucking and started talking dirty. She asked me if I liked watching her suck John's cock, and I lustfully moaned my enjoyment. Do you want to see him fuck me, she asked, and again, I enthusiastically agreed to the idea, punctuating my endorsement with a flood of cum, deep inside Anne. The whole scene drove me over the edge, much to Anne's delight.
She raised herself off me, my softening dick flopping wetly on my thigh, and a dollop of cum plopped on my stomach. Anne was still stroking and sucking on John, and I rolled to the side to give her some space. She pulled her mouth off John's cock long enough to ask him if he wanted some pussy. What a rhetorical question. Anne directed me to lie under her so she had access to my flaccid cock while she presented her bountiful bottom and soaked pussy to John, who had climbed into bed behind her. I had a close-up view of Anne's pussy and John's slick cock as he slammed himself all the way inside her and started pistoning in and out of Anne's cum-filled, swollen pussy. His big, mushroom-like head spread her swollen lips and pulled cum onto my chin. The view was incredible, the vibe was supercharged, and my dick started to harden under Anne's attention. I raised my head to bring my tongue into contact with Anne's pussy, while John's cock was driving in and out, inches from my nose. Now and then, his balls would bang against my face, and I think he liked the idea that his dick was right above my mouth because he'd moan and slam into Anne with increased vigor. It wasn't long before he drove himself tight against Anne, and every muscle in his body tightened, and he moaned loudly as he shot his load into my wife's pussy. When he pulled out, he left a thick strand of cum as his dick slid across my face. John rolled over on his side, panting like he had run a marathon, and from the jackhammer fucking he inflicted, he probably worked as hard. I was horned up again, and I didn't need any encouragement to clamp my mouth down on Anne's freshly fucked pussy and eat her out until she begged me to stop. She rolled off, between John and me, sighing contentedly, and lazily playing with her soaked pussy.

As the passion died down, I guess it got a little awkward, so John thanked us again for our special hospitality and headed to the bathroom. Anne was on cloud nine. She kept asking if I had a good time, if I was mad, if I liked watching another man fuck her. If I thought John had a nice dick. If I liked eating his cum out of her pussy. She went on about how she had never been fucked so good and never came so many times. Can we do this again, she asked finally. My answers that I had a really good time and I was not mad at all made her happy. I told her how fucking horny it made me to watch her suck John's cock, and that I loved watching her getting fucked so hard and deep. Anne wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. So, can we do this again, she prodded. I was thinking about Anne and John alone at the house tomorrow, and what they might do. I guess it might have been jealousy, but I told her that we could absolutely let John fuck her, but only when I'm there.

That was the first time that Anne and I had a threesome, and it started a long journey.