If I had to rate my life on a scale of 0 to 10, I'd probably say it was very close to 10.
I, Simon, grew up in a well to do family with enough money to cover the debt of a small country. As the only child, I got spoiled and had everything I wanted. In college, I was a straight A student. At 6'2", 195 pounds, I was on the swimming and tennis teams. In addition, I was told I looked good, and girls flocked to me.
By the age of 27, I was an application specialist and chief consultant for a big medical instrument maker based in the Midwest. I traveled a lot, and since I was unmarried, the job suited me perfectly. By then, I bedded more than 100 ladies of all ages and races. In fact, there wasn't a female who refused my advances.
On one of my trips to Iowa, I met Tess. I saw her at a party that was organized by the institution which I helped them install 3 new ultrasound machines. She worked there as a nurse. I was smitten by her the first moment I saw her. Tess was very pretty, around 5'5", 125 pounds, and had a fantastic figure that was emphasized by her tight skirt. I invited her to dance, and she agreed. Later, we sat together at the table and chatted. The more we talked, the more I became attracted to her. I found out she liked cooking, photography, and romantic comedies.
We started dating soon after. It was clear she liked me: We spent a lot of time together going to movies and strolling in parks. However, I found out soon enough she was very conservative about the issue of sex before marriage. As I said before, I never had a girl refusing sex with me, especially one I was dating, so it puzzled me I could not convince her to go to bed.
The first evening I met her parents, I began understanding Tess's attitude toward sex. Her father was a conservative evangelist who believed in what he called 'purity before god.' Her mother admired her husband and taught Tess, her only daughter, accordingly. Both were very nice and educated people but very conservative.
Since I fell in love with Tess, I accepted the rules, and until we got engaged, we did not have sex. We kissed, fondled, and even got naked twice, but no intercourse. The evening we got engaged, she whispered to me she was ready. During our first sexual experience, she felt some pain when she lost her virginity, but I was very gentle, and the way she described it later, it was mild pain but a lot of pleasure.
After our first time, 50% of our time together was spent in my bedroom. We both loved our newly discovered intimacy. My love for Tess increased exponentially, and we got married 6 months later. We were very happy and celebrated our honeymoon in Hawaii.
We found the weather and overall atmosphere over there to be very sensual. Our sexual escapades extended from the basic missionary and oral to doggy-style, cowgirl, and even anal. One day, I raised the possibility of a threesome. She refused, saying this was her red line. Once, I saw her eyes following a young, tan guy and reminded her it could be a nice new experience. She chuckled, "Honey, when I see a nice dress in a store, I don't buy it unless I do not have the clothes I need at home. With you, I have all the sex I crave." I understood her point and did not push again.
Shortly after the wedding, my best friend from college, Travis, moved back to town with his wife, Emma. In college, Travis and I were buddies. I was taller, more attractive to the opposite gender, a better sportsman, had better scores on tests, and by all criteria, a better in everything. However, I loved his quiet admiration, his loyalty, and his sincerity, and we became good friends.
I introduced Tess to Emma and Travis, and soon after, the 4 of us started to spend long hours together. Both Tess and I found Emma and Travis to be a great match. We went to restaurants and shows together, but most of the time, we stayed at their or our house to chat or watch TV. The more time we spent with them, the closer we became. Tess and Emma went to Starbucks, shopping, and yoga together. Travis and I loved to discuss politics, sports, and future travels. I liked Emma too. She was a joker, and, like Tess, she loved to cook. She often brought us delicious meals to try. I used to complain Tess refused to feed me unless I did certain chores, and asked Travis to switch wives. Travis did something similar: He was hugging his wife and asked Tess if she'd marry him so he could dump Emma on me. Everything was done in good spirits, and nobody took these talks seriously.
Everything changed 2 years later. Emma felt a lump in her breast when she was supposed to go for her annual mammogram. The test was suspicious for a tumor. She underwent a series of imaging exams and a breast biopsy. The end result was the worst that could happen. She had metastatic, triple negative, breast cancer. They went to the Mayo Clinic to try new drugs, but nothing worked. We watched her getting emaciated by the day, and a month later, she began suffering from severe pain. Initially, they treated her pains in the hospital, and later she continued with increasing doses at home. She died 3 months later.
It was an unbelievable ordeal. It was good her suffering was over, but Travis was beside himself. Tess and I invited him every evening to visit us. I tried to interest him in sports, going to movies, getting drunk together, you name it. He politely declined most of my suggestions but agreed to join us for dinner once in a while.
When I asked him why he refused to go out with me, he winked, "Because I love Tess more than you."
As time passed, Tess and I noticed that instead of getting better, he was becoming more uptight. His patience and concentration declined steadily. One day, I asked him what was going on and whether I could help him.
He laughed bitterly, "I don't think so. Every day, I recall the fun I had with Emma. We used to start the day with great sex that, on occasions, lasted too long, and we didn't have time for breakfast. My body and mind got used to this routine, and my memories are killing me. And, of course, I miss the action as well."
"Travis, you are only 30 years old and look good. Why don't you go online? I bet in a month, you'll get 10 positive messages."
He stared at me embarrassingly, "Simon, you were the gold standard for success with girls. I never was. I was fortunate with Emma, but god punished us for enjoying our life too much."
"Tess and I can have a party and introduce you to available girls."
"I never felt comfortable chatting with a girl I had not met before. Emma was the one who initiated our first meeting. She did most of the talking, and we formed a connection immediately. Before her, every girl I met, my tongue froze, and the meeting ended with great disappointment."
I pitied him and blurted, "Let me think about it and see if I can come up with something."
The same evening, I had a long talk with Tess. I asked her if she had an idea how to help him. She answered, "If he feels uncomfortable meeting other ladies, we can invite him to our house more often. At times, he can even sleep in our guestroom and feel at home, like we are a happy family."
"I'll ask him how he feels about it."
I met him again 2 days later and told him what Tess suggested. He smiled, "Simon, I love Tess and you and appreciate the generous offer, but the last thing I want is to impose myself on my best friends."
"Travis, don't be ridiculous. You are like family to us. We'd love to have you at home with us."
"I think it's your idea. Tess likes me, but being a guest for too long is a burden."
"It was Tess's idea, not mine. I'll ask her to talk to you. She is nicer; perhaps she'll be able to persuade you."
That evening, I told Tess about my talk with Travis. In my presence, she called his number, and I heard her say, "Buddy, we love your company, and if you like crushing here for a day or two at times, we'll be happy."
"Tess, are you sure it's not going to interfere with your life?"
"Not at all. Come here and feel at home."
So Travis began frequenting our house more often and stayed 2-3 nights each time. He became less depressed, and for Tess and me, it was fun to have him with us. We joked, played, and chatted about everything. Tess liked him a lot and treated him like a brother.
There was only one thing that we weren't sure how to deal with. Tess was a screamer during sex. Whenever Travis was around, she felt uncomfortable about him hearing it. And then, twice, I caught Travis ogling Tess when she walked from the bedroom to take a shower, having on only her underwear.
Knowing Travis did not have sex for weeks, if not more, I raised the subject with Tess.
She stared at me, "Simon, what are you implying?"
"I did not try to imply anything. I am asking if you can think of helping him."
"Look, if you raise again your old idea of a three-way, I think it's not a good one and even dangerous."
"I didn't suggest a threesome, although, unlike you, I think it's not such a bad thing."
"A much better idea is to help him find a nice lady who will make him forget about Emma."
Within two weeks, we introduced Travis to 2 young girls, ages 23 and 27, respectively. We knew them quite well from before. Both were cute, attractive, and had pleasant characters. However, Travis froze when he met them. It was puzzling, since with us he was talkative, cheerful, and a happy person.
His birthday was a week away. I discussed with Tess what gift we could give him. She suggested a stationary bike to exercise at home. I knew what would make him happier: Seeing Tess in sexy clothes.
I told her, and she chuckled, "He already saw me in my underwear. What is sexier than that?"
"We can have his favorite chocolate cake with 30 candles, and you'll serve him a glass of champagne wearing sheer lingerie..."
"Honey, I like Travis and will be happy to do it, but he may get the wrong idea, and we'll regret it later."
"I disagree. Seeing your fantastic body will make his day and give him an erotic subject to use while masturbating later. And you and I will have great sex knowing we made his day."
"If I only knew it didn't get out of hand..."
"Tess, Travis is a good guy. I have never heard or seen him showing aggressive behavior toward women."
"Simon, I hope you are right."
I informed Travis that, unless he had other plans, we wished to celebrate his birthday Saturday evening at 8 o'clock at our house. He laughed, "You guys are too nice. Thank you. I'll be there."
Saturday at 7:30 pm, everything was ready. The cake was on the table with 30 candles ready to be lit, snacks, beers, and white wine. I left the Champagne bottle in a bucket of ice, but ensured it was easy to open. Then I dimmed the lights and put lit candles in strategic places. In the background, the radio played soft music.
Tess was supposed to make her entrance once Travis was sitting on the sofa. She was nervous and I let her have a glass of Chardonnay in the bedroom when we waited his arrival.
Travis rang the bell right on time. He brought a bouquet of white and pink roses for Tess and a bottle of rose wine for me. I thanked him and led him to the living room.
He grinned, "That is very romantic. And I see my favorite cake with all the candles. You shouldn't have. By the way, where is your lovely wife? I need to give her the flowers."
"She'll be here soon. You know women, they take forever to dress up."
I had only seconds to chat with Travis before the bedroom door opened, and Tess showed up. Both Travis and I gasped. Tess came out wearing the baby doll I bought for her a year earlier when we had only sex on our minds. It was a transparent pink lingerie that left very little to the imagination. She exited and said, "Travis, thank you for accepting our invitation. Here, let me pour Champagne for your 30th birthday."
She bent to open the bottle, and her D-cup tits became fully exposed to his eyes. Tess gave him the glass and saw his wandering eyes. She chuckled, "Travis, I am sorry, but all my usual clothes are in the laundry. If you think it's inappropriate, I'll wait in the laundry room until it's done, and be back dressed differently."
His tongue must have stuck because he handed her the flowers but could not talk.
I giggled, "Travis, if you don't like Tess's attire, you better tell her now. Otherwise, she'll sit by you like that."
He regained his speaking ability, "No, Tess. Please don't. You look amazing. I saw you a couple of times before in your underwear, but only now I can see how gorgeous you are."
I said cheers, and everybody chugged the Champagne. I refilled the empty glasses, and soon enough, the bottle was empty. I noticed Tess and the birthday boy became more chatty and giggly after half an hour. I drank only one glass and let them do most of the talking.
Tess sat by Travis and let him ogle her assets while stretching her arms up. Her action lifted the short lingerie's hem, and now it barely covered her bare cunt. Travis licked his lips, looking unabashedly at her glorious breasts. He mumbled, "I envy Simon."
Tess chortled, "And why is that?"
"Because he can have this body whenever he feels like it."
She stared at the big tent that formed in his pants and whispered, "Dear Traavis, it's your birthday. What present woould you like to get?"
"There is something I'd love to get, but if I say it, you'll never want to see me again in your house."
"Hooney, we'll neever do such aa thing to yoou."
Tess's slurred speech suggested she was already under the influence. I guessed Travis was, too. I wondered what would happen next.
Travis whispered, "I'd love to see and touch your marvelous tits."
"Is it aaall you waant? Juust to watch and toouch them?"
"May I?"
"OK."
He gazed at me. I nodded yes. He moved closer to Tess, who watched him with her eyes half closed, and cupped her heavy boobs.
She grinned, "Yoour palms aare warm aand feel gooood."
He caressed the breasts with both hands, and her nipples hardened. She glanced at the growing bulge in his pants and mumbled, "Traavis, I seee you haave a prooblem down theere."
"I'll adjust my penis, and it will feel better."
"Doo you waant me too help youu?"
Travis looked at me again, not knowing how to answer. I hinted, 'yes.'
"Will you, please?"
She giggled, clearly drunk, and fumbled with his zipper. Eventually, she managed to lower it all the way. She gave him a triumphant smile and grasped his briefs-covered erect pecker.
She stuttered, "Doo you waant me too help wiith my haand or mouuth?"
He didn't believe his ears and then recovered and said, "Your lips are very pretty..."
Tess was cheerful, "Yees, Simon thinks sooo too, that's why hee likes my ooral job. Take ooff your paants and underweaar."
"Tess, are you sure you want to do it?"
"Traavis, don't beee a baby. I want to proove to you how goood my blowjob feeeels."
He watched my face desperately, "Your wife will kill me when she recovers from her drunkenness."
"Travis, you didn't have sex for too long. Try to enjoy the opportunity, since it's your birthday. I'll deal with Tess later."
"But I really love her and do not want her to wake up tomorrow and hate my guts."
"She won't. She will blame herself and me, but not you."
Tess looked seductively at Travis, "Aare you scaared I'll bite youu? I like you aand would noot, I promise!"
Travis reluctantly lowered his pants and briefs, showing his stiff cock. I've seen it before when we were in the showers in college. It was an inch shorter and slightly thinner than mine during erection, but that didn't bother Tess a bit, "That iis a nice one. I seeee it wants too park iin my mouth."
Tess enveloped it with her luscious lips. I knew her expert mouth would leave Travis no chance. He came in 40 seconds, filling her mouth with his spunk.
She swallowed it and smiled, "Travis, you must haave been very hoorny. You came faast, but now I aam aroused, tooo. Can I get heelp around heere?"
My dream of menages a trois was about to be accomplished!
I hinted to Travis to follow me, and I led Tess by the hand into our bedroom.
She lifted her arms up and grinned, "Will one of yoou do me the hoonors?"
I pulled the sheer thingy above her head, exposing Tess's perfect body. Travis's eyes explored it up and down with his mouth wide open. I let him absorb the sexy view for a moment, then helped Tess lay on her back and spread her legs.
I signaled to Travis to move between her thighs as I placed my half hard pole on her lips and began tweaking her tits. She giggled and latched to my cock, milking it.
Despite cumming just a few minutes before, Travis was still easily arousable. Watching Tess giving me a BJ was enough to start extending his cock again. He took Tess's hand and placed it around his growing penis, and soon he was ready for round 2.
I touched Tess's cunt - She was moist and set for Travis's invasion.
He began gingerly, but she pulled his ass cheeks toward her, giving him the sign to get on faster. He was happy to oblige, and his cock rammed into her pussy in a commendable speed.
Tess began shivering after a short time as Travis was driving into her cunt, and I was fucking her face simultaneously. It was the first time Tess had experienced a threesome, and judging by the way her body was shaking wildly, she loved every minute of it. Yes, the alcohol let her loose, but even if her gray matter was less aware of the situation, the rest of her body loved it!
Travis climaxed 5 minutes later, spasming and dumping his goo inside her vagina, while howling loudly. I lasted another 10 minutes, ejaculating my seed in her hot mouth. She was still trembling but managed to swallow my stuff. After a 15 minute recovery, I saw Travis raise his head, checking Tess's figure.
I said, "I loved the action tonight. You did great. Happy birthday again. I suggest you go home now. I'll let Tess sleep and explain to her what happened in the morning, when she wakes up. I'll update you on the subject later."
The following day, Tess woke up after me with a hangover. She saw me coming with a cup of hot coffee for her and asked, "What happened last night? The last thing I recall is Travis and I flirting."
"Well, you seemed more flirtatious than usual. In fact, you saw how horny you made Travis with your sheer negligee and offered to help him."
She stared at me, "Continue."
"You sucked him."
"Did you try to stop us?"
"You ignored me and seemed to enjoy the interaction with Travis, so I did not interrupt you two."
"Did he leave when he was done?"
"Not exactly. You claimed sucking him made you horny and encouraged us to join you in the bedroom."
"Let me guess; you let him fuck me, and when you saw me orgasm, you climaxed in my mouth. Am I right?"
"I see you do remember what happened..."
"I don't. However, I recall you wanted us to have a three-way before. When I refused, you waited for an opportunity to do it anyway. Travis was lonely, depressed, and hadn't had sex in months. Using his birthday to get me drunk was your perfect opportunity. I even guessed you used my mouth because Travis used it earlier. Did you guys enjoy raping a vulnerable, defenseless woman?"
"Honey, we never pushed you to do anything. You initiated everything that happened, and at the time, you enjoyed it immensely."
She gazed into my eyes for a long moment and asked, "How do you see my interaction with Travis from now on?"
I blushed, "Tess, you are angry and can demand never to see him again. However, I do not think it was his fault. He didn't plan it and even asked you several times if you were sure you wanted to continue everything that happened. Each time, you mocked him for being a coward and a baby. He was literally dragged into the game, although he did not suffer a bit. He loved to ogle your breathtaking body and have sex with you. If anybody is to blame, it's me. I didn't know how drunk you were until you saw the tent in his pants and offered to suck his prick. I didn't see it as a big deal because it was a wonderful gesture on your part for his birthday. You did a stupendous job, and I became horny too. So when you suggested continuing in the bedroom, I saw it as our only chance at a three-way. You were right; it was a fantasy of mine for a long time. I let it happen, and in the end, I was relieved all 3 of us climaxed and had a good time."
"Simon, judging retrospectively that having a good time was worth what you guys did to me when I wasn't conscious at the time does not count, and you know it. Anyway, how do you wish me to talk to Travis when I see him?"
"As I said. You can refuse to see him ever again, which in my opinion is a bad idea. Another option is to ignore what happened. You can pretend you didn't ask me about last night and thought everything was as usual, so Travis will continue being a friend like before. It's not optimal because all 3 of us will know what the truth was, and the relationship will suffer. The 3rd option I see as the best one, but I am afraid you'll disagree."
"What is it?"
"You heard from me the whole story about last night, and rather than being upset, you accepted it as a new beginning. Instead of belonging exclusively to me as your husband, the 3 of us will be free to explore ourselves as an extended family."
She smirked, "Do I understand you correctly: You wish for us to continue having threesomes?"
"Honey, last night, during the action, when your thinking brain was out, your body felt pleasure. You like Travis, and he loves you. Why not?"
"Because your idea is sickening."
"I told you you'd hate it. So you decide what you want to do in the future, and in the meantime, I will not invite Travis to our house."
For 3 days, I didn't hear from Tess about Travis or things that happened that evening. We hardly talked and did not have sex. I knew I had to let HER make the decision on how to move forward.
On the 4th evening, when we entered the bed, she moved to me and hugged my chest. I kissed her forehead and waited for her to speak.
She said, "Travis started as YOUR friend, and later, with Emma, he became OUR friend. He is in a bad place now, and I do not see a reason why he should suffer because of OUR dumb behavior. I agree that to pretend nothing happened sounds silly. I was considering telling him that what happened was a bad mistake and should never happen again. However, it wouldn't solve HIS problem. Before I agreed to go out with you, I heard YOU got every girl you wanted, but Travis looks less impressive and, unless he knows the person well, he is very shy. If we don't help him, nobody will. So, after agonizing over these choices, I'll go with yours. It's completely against my upbringing and values, but I'll do it for Travis. However, I want him to apologize before I'd agree to let him in our bed."
I murmured, "Honey, I love you!..." She looked at my face and said nothing.
The sex that night was the most tender we ever had.
The following day, I phoned Travis and gave him the news - He was invited back into our house, and if he asked for Tess's forgiveness, he would be allowed to have sex with Tess."
He arrived the same evening carrying a huge bouquet of ruby red roses. I opened the door and let him in. Tess stood silently near the table and looked at him.
Travis placed the flowers aside, knelt on one knee, and said, "Tess dear, I am so sorry I took advantage of your inebriated status. I should have known better. I may have been under the influence too, but it does not justify my terrible behavior. Please forgive me. I..., I love you..."
Tess watched his face, "Did you mean to say you like me?"
"...no. I love you with all my heart. I had feelings for you when Emma was alive, but I would have never divulged it if she was still alive."
Tess grinned, "Travis dear, I forgive you. Will you kiss me, please?"
Travis was confused by the turn of events and glanced at me for a clue.
I said, "Travis, I told Tess our future relationships were up to her. I see she forgave you. Hopefully, in her heart, one day, she'll forgive me too. It's no longer Tess and I together while you are our guest. Tess asking for a kiss tells you you are an integral part of US now."
Travis approached Tess hesitantly, as if scared she'd change her mind. She smiled at him and hugged his chest. She lifted her face to him, closed her eyes, and waited for his kiss. He kissed her lips. It was the tenderest I've ever seen.
She continued clutching to his body, and her head leaned on his chest. She whispered, "Travis, I think I am falling for you as well..."
I saw his expression slowly changes: Initially, he seemed bewildered, then happy, and lastly, he blushed profusely and whispered, "Sorry, Tess, but..."
She giggled, "Shut up, big boy. That's natural. Simon has been married to me for years now, and often, he has a similar reaction." I looked at his groin and noticed the bulge.
Tess continued hugging him and arched her back, pushing her massive tits deeper into him. She asked seductively, "Travis, honey, are you in the mood to check your new privileges?"
I laughed, "Travis, I bet you never dreamt the day would be like that."
He mumbled, "I still don't believe it."
Tess smirked, "This time, alcohol cannot be blamed. Guys, I am going to bed. If any of you cares to join me, better do it before I fall asleep."
Tess stood by the door frame and watched Travis and I undress. Then she removed her clothes and inspected our faces. I was used to seeing her sensational body, and still, my dick began climbing. Travis's cock, that was already half hard before she began undressing, shot up as she finished undressing.
Tess directed us, "Travis, lie on your back. I like to ride you. I want you in my pussy. Simon was a worse guy that evening, and this time, I'll let him use only my mouth. Any complaints?" Travis and I grinned at each other.
I waited for him to penetrate her vagina and let the both of them set the pace before kneeling in front of her face and sticking my member between her lips. Travis got a hold of her left orb, and I played with the right one. Tess must have been extremely aroused because she milked my pole like never before. Five minutes into our sex, Tess's torso shook, and her orgasm started. I looked at Travis. He tensed soon after and erupted in her cunt with a growl. Tess's Hoover-like mouth worked miracles on my pecker, and my hot lava streamed down her throat minutes later.
We rested on the bed, quiet but happy. We each went to the bathroom in his/her turn.
That night I slept with Tess, and Travis moved to the guest room, but in the days and weeks that followed, we alternated, and occasionally, the 3 of us slept in the same bed.
Time passed slowly. We got used to live as a family of 3. Each one's job hours was different, and often only 2 of us met each other during the day. Tess was a nurse and she alternated between morning and evening shifts. Travis was a drug representative, and traveled from site to site in our area. And I, as a senior application specialist, sometimes left the house for a week at a time to help set new machines in the east coast.
One day, I was supposed to fly to Boston for a week. Travis asked me if it was OK for Tess and him to continue the intimacy when I was away. I laughed, "Buddy, but of course. You are one of us now."
I left and was too busy the whole time. I worked from 7:30 am till 9 pm, and when I was back at the hotel, I just showered and fell asleep until the next morning. I didn't call Tess the whole week.
When I returned, something had changed. I couldn't put my finger on it, but for some reason, I sensed Travis and Tess behaved differently. I ignored it.
Two weeks later, on an evening when us 3 were at home, Travis told me he got an offer for a promotion. It was to be the main drug rep in England with double his salary.
I said, "It's great news. You are a hard worker and deserve it!"
He looked at Tess. She was quiet for a couple of minutes and then blurted, "Simon, I heard about Travis's plan when you were in Boston. To cut the story short, I decided to divorce you, marry Travis, and move with him to England."
I watched their faces before reacting, "That's a shock. Tess, why do you wish to leave me?"
"I love both Travis and you the same. However, Travis NEEDS me, and you don't. You probably love me, but unlike Travis, it won't take you much time to find a decent replacement."
"That's not fair..."
"Honey, life is not fair, but as I said, if you needed me more than Travis, I'd stay with you. I promise we'll visit as much as we can and see how you are doing."
Tess and I divorced 3 months later. We divided our property half and half and ended up friends.
We never called, but now and then we e-mailed to each other, writing mostly about our work successes and reminisce our past together.
A year and a half later, I got a phone call from Tess, "Hi Simon. How are you doing these days? Do you have a new girlfriend?"
"I got a raise lately, and I am about to surpass Elon Mask as the richest man alive. And no, I do not have a girlfriend at the moment. What is new with you guys?"
"We are planning to come visit for 2 weeks and hope to see you."
"That will be great. You can stay at my house, and we'll renew our three's company fun."
Tess chuckled, "Sorry, Simon, but no. You see, unlike you, Travis never fantasized about a threesome. The only reason he participated in a three-way with us was because he was in love with me, and YOU were my husband. Now that HE is my official man, he'd rather we'll be loyal to each other without an involvement of a third person. Frankly, I always felt the same. I tried to tell you that multiple times, but you wouldn't listen..."
