Confessions of a Threesome Pt. 01

"Thank you for being so good at it," I replied. We giggled tiredly, and she nestled into my body as we watched the Husband observe us.

"You two together are literally the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he told us.

I frowned as an unpleasant thought hit me. "Oh, no!" I said to the Wife. "You didn't come!" To be honest, the prospect of having to see to another person's release just then made my head swim. I was completely and utterly exhausted by my satiation. Maybe it would be enough if I just used my hand?

"Oh, don't worry," she assured me. "I was fingering myself the whole time. I came after you did."

Eventually, I was able to gather enough strength to sit up and look for my clothes. The comforter beneath us was drenched, and they laughed at my mortification. "Not the first time, won't be the last!" the Husband said gleefully. They helped me back into my clothes before they donned their own tops again.

Noting my exhaustion, the Husband insisted he drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway, he parked the SUV and let it idle. He seemed to take a moment to gather his thoughts before he turned to me. "Cameron, are you really O.K.?" he asked. I went to answer, and he put a finger to my lips. "Think about it for a second. We've been married for some time, and we're used to this. You're not."

I did think about it. I knew I wasn't in love with them and that they weren't with me, but I never felt like they were using me. If anything, it came closest to a *friends with benefits* type of relationship, and I was fine with that. I had no regrets, certainly not for the hottest sex of my entire life, and I told him that.

The corners of his lips turned up in a faint smile. He observed me for several moments. "You're incredible," he said at last. "We've both never met anyone like you. All the times we fantasized together about what the sexy dog walker was really like, we had no idea it was someone so open-hearted, fun, inquisitive and caring. Hot as fuck, well, we already knew that," he finished with a laugh. I blushed under his praise, and his gaze darkened. His eyes were also blue, but whereas his wife's were like berries in the summertime, his were the cool, pale blue of ice covering a glacial lake in winter. It made me think upon first impression that he'd be cold in personality as well, but I had discovered so many facets to this man: humor, intensity, dominance, care and power. "Kiss me," he commanded now.

I glanced around in panic. "We're right in front of my house!" I squeaked. "Someone could see us!" It was an unspoken thing between us that this was our little secret. While we weren't technically doing anything wrong, I could only imagine how my uptight, conservative parents would flip if they knew what I was doing with the neighbors down the street. And it would only take a careless word to the wrong person before the entire neighborhood would soon malign and judge them.

"Darkened windows," he said softly. "No one can see from the outside. Now, you heard me."

I shivered at the authority he always seemed to command in me and leaned across the console to kiss him. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer to him, his mouth hard and demanding against mine. I opened to let him in with a sigh, and his tongue swept inside to caress and conquer mine. I whimpered against him in submission, letting him know he could take it all, he could have all of me. The knowledge that we were doing this practically in view of my parents or any neighbors sent an illicit thrill through me, and my pussy clenched in response. Suddenly, my arms went around his shoulders, and my kiss returned his demands. He murmured in appreciation before releasing my mouth.

"Yeah, honey," he said, breathing heavily, "you're definitely one of a kind."

***

Now, I can safely say this stage was the longest of our relationship. What was once two or three times a week became four or five. I had to have been their only third at the time because I never walked in on them with anyone else. I didn't seem to bother or interrupt them as long as I showed up after the Husband got home from work, around five or so. I even stopped walking the dog, as the weather was starting to warm, and they'd just let him out into the back yard. I'd enter their house (it was always unlocked), and they'd both greet me like they hadn't seen me in years. There would be a flurry of kisses as they undressed me, and they'd usher me naked to the couch where the Wife would eagerly go down on me until I came while the Husband would watch from several feet away. After, I'd get dressed again, and we three would snuggle and kiss while watching T.V. I did feel guilty that I was the only one getting proper release, but they never pressured me in any way to reciprocate. Besides, they were married. I knew they had wild fuckathons the minute I left their house. No one had blue ball-itis there.

They weren't all I thought about in my waking hours, but they were about 90%. I still ate meals with my parents, still studied, still talked to and occasionally hung out with my friends, but if it came down to a choice between those things or a blisteringly hot orgasm? I mean, come on!

I was accepted to my first two choices of colleges, and my neighbors were ecstatic for me. They wanted to take me to dinner and said we could go anywhere I wanted. I shyly brought up an idea I'd had for the last few weeks, and after a moment of hesitation, they agreed. So one Saturday, after I told my parents I was going to a friend's house for the day, the Husband drove the Wife and me in his sleek SUV to the state capital two hours away, and the three of us spent the day kissing and holding hands out in the open. The city was large, so the danger of recognition was slight. And while a few people shot us dirty looks for our *aberrant* lifestyle, most people didn't even notice, and we spent the day seeing the city, the Husband pointing out landmarks to his ladies with the enthusiasm of a little boy followed by a chilly lunch in a sprawling park in its first thaw of the year and ending with a romantic candlelit dinner at the Wife's favorite Italian restaurant. I had the most incredible dessert when they each used a hand to graze up my skirt and meet at the seam of my thighs. While we nonchalantly ate the homemade tiramisu, they worked in tandem to stroke my pussy until I was at a fever pitch. The Husband's eyes shone in the reflected candlelight. "Don't you dare," he ordered. I knew what he was demanding from me without having to finish the sentence. *Don't you dare make a noise when we make you come.* Unfortunately, the waiter chose that inopportune moment to check in on us, and though I didn't make a peep when my orgasm crested over me, I noticed my rigid body and glassy eyes gave him pause. "Good girl," the Wife said after he left. The Husband returned both hands to the table and surreptitiously licked the fingers of the one that had been buried in my twat moments before, his lips curling up as he got his first taste of me. "The sweetest part of dessert," he told me with a wink.

The next time his wife made love to me with her mouth, the Husband knelt by my head and asked if it was all right if he kissed me. It happened to be the exact moment her tongue was spearing my tight channel. I helplessly nodded yes and hung onto him during the onslaught like he was a life preserver in a storm. He then graduated to licking and sucking on my tits while having me tell him exactly what his wife was doing between my legs. After that day in the city, we'd sometimes get in the pool, them in swimsuits and me naked. It's like once they saw me fully nude, they never wanted me wearing clothes around them again. They'd kiss me and each other while their hands roamed my body freely, usually ending with one manipulating my clit while the other fingered my tight pussy until I came wantonly crying my pleasure into their mouths so their neighbors wouldn't hear. That was the other reason their eight-foot-high privacy fence was so practical.

They also indulged my kink for dirty talk and for the first time started talking in detail about further progression while servicing me.

"I bet you can't wait to feel this pussy, huh?" the Wife asked her husband while she massaged my G-spot with two fingers crooked. My hips undulated with her rhythm as my arm rested against my forehead and I moaned. "This sweet, teenaged pussy? Think it's ready for that big cock of yours?"

"It will be," the Husband grunted as his hand moved up and down in his pants. "I'm gonna fuck her sweet pussy and then fuck that perfect mouth of yours, angel," he'd say.

"Oh, yeah, I'd love to feel that cock," I panted. "It's so fucking big, it'll feel sooo good slamming into my tight cunt." All inhibitions and pretenses were gone. Even though the Husband had only fingered me at that point, we knew the inevitable would happen. I didn't feel nervous returning their filthy words with my own because we were secure in the knowledge that it wouldn't be that day, but it would happen when I was completely ready. And that day was coming soon.

***

And it did. I thought we'd ratchet up more steps before reaching the pinnacle, sort of like I had more levels to clear before I could battle the final boss, but it didn't work out that way.

I went to their house, and just like any other day, they met me effusively at the entrance to the living room, kissing me and pulling off my coat.

"Wait!" I stepped away from their embrace and held out my hands in a *stop* gesture. They looked puzzled but stayed where they were. "I have a request."

They exchanged that silent, knowing look that spouses share where it almost seems like they're communicating telepathically. "Our teenager has a request," the Husband said wryly. I could see a flash of humor in his features.

"We'd better hear her out," the Wife said seriously. "I've heard they can get moody." They turned to me with simultaneous expressions of expectation, and I couldn't keep from bursting into laughter.

"You guys are the worst!" I said while shaking my head. I thought about what I wanted to ask, and I could feel my face starting to flush. I bit my lip and looked down.

"Ah, sweetie, we were just joking," the Wife said. She approached me and put her arm reassuringly around my shoulders. "You can ask us anything."

"Especially when you get that shy look like you have right now. God, that gets me so hard," the Husband added in a tone of appreciation. I glanced at his crotch and saw that he indeed spoke the truth.

I lifted my head and stated freely, emboldened by their words, "It's just that you both have been so incredible to me, always seeing to my satisfaction without ever asking anything in return. So lately, I've been thinking about doing something different, something where it's not just about me -- "

"Honey, you know you don't have to -- " the Husband began.

"I KNOW I don't have to. I WANT to," I interrupted. "I keep coming to the same idea over and over. I want to watch you two together."

My words dropped into the room like stones and left stillness in their wake. The Husband and Wife looked at each other in silent commune again.

The Wife stepped back a little to study me. "That's something you really want?" she asked. There was no disapproval or skepticism in her voice, just curiosity.

"It is."

"Does the thought turn you on?" the Husband asked in a low voice. I met his gaze, and for once it was challenging and not meek.

"It does," I confessed.

He shrugged. "O.K." Wow, that was easy.

The Husband and Wife each took one of my hands, and for the first time in all the months I'd been going there, they led me upstairs to their bedroom. My heart rate sped up at the thought of finally being allowed access to something that had been denied to me up until that point. They may not have seen it that way, but it was how I felt.

They pushed open the door and stood inside. I stopped at the threshold and looked in. The room was spacious, with floor to floor soft beige carpeting and furniture in a rich, dark cherry wood. The bed dominated the space. It seemed massive to me, but I had never seen a king-sized bed before. It was high off the floor, had four posters in the same cherry wood and was absolutely swarming with thick, fluffy comforters and pillows haphazardly strewn about. If I was having sex as often as these two were, I wouldn't bother making my bed either. There were full-length mirrors placed strategically around the room, and I noticed with surprise that there was even one on the ceiling.

"There's a catch," the Husband said after I got a good look at the room's layout.

I rolled my eyes. Of course there was. "Which is?" I drawled.

"You have to be naked." Ha. That was old hat to me by then. I dutifully started to lift my shirt before something occurred to me.

"Hang on. I have a condition as well."

"Intriguing," the Wife said as she leaned against her husband.

I met their looks square on. "It has to be like what you both do when I'm not here. When you're completely alone with each other."

The Wife cocked her head. "That a big ask. You're asking to witness spousal intimacy." I started getting nervous that I had gone too far, but then she continued. "But I think we can accommodate your request. What do you think?" She swiveled her head to look up at her husband.

He pursed his lips in thought before nodding slowly. "Yeah, it can be done. I suppose I'm willing." That was the exact moment I realized they were fucking with me. I grabbed a pillow from the chair next to me by the door and threw it at his head. He caught it with a laugh and lobbed it back to me.

After that, we all three got undressed. I made sure to fold my clothes neatly and place them on the floor next to the chair before I sat down. When I focused back on the scene before me, I drew my breath sharply. I had never seen either the Husband or the Wife completely naked before. She was a slender yet curvy column of alabaster punctuated by bright accents of color: near black for the hair on her head and the narrow strip between her legs, royal blue for her eyes, pink for her lips and nipples (cherry for the former and champagne for the latter). As for the Husband, he was magnificent, very nearly the epitome of male perfection with his broad shoulders, lean hips and muscled thighs. His cock sprang proudly from his body. I admit I salivated at the sight. It was huge to my young eyes (and probably older eyes as well, come to think of it), long and straight with just a hint of an upward curve and flushed red. His balls hung heavy in a nest of well-trimmed dark blond hair. I felt like I could drink the sight of those two people in forever.

The Wife climbed onto their bed and knelt on all fours while presenting her ass tantalizingly to the Husband. She looked over her shoulder at him with a coquettish grin, and he padded over to her, as stealthy and dangerous as a lion. He seemed absorbed by her ass. He studied it and cupped it in his hands, squeezing each cheek as though he was comparing produce. "God, I love this ass," he groaned.

"Have you seen hers?" she asked. "Puts mine to shame. I've grabbed it while eating her out. I've never seen an ass so firm that can still jiggle like that."

I must have made a noise at that point because they both turned to me as though noticing me for the first time. "Come on, guys," I scoffed. "This is supposed to be what it's like when you're alone. Don't put on a show for me."

"We're not," the Husband said with a frown. "This is what we do after you leave. We talk about you like this."

"O.K., but surely not all the time."

"Not EVERY time," the Wife said. "But more often than not."

I found it difficult to swallow. "For how long?"

She looked back quizzically at her husband. "Probably since... maybe after Halloween?" He nodded in confirmation.

I went a little light-headed at the revelation. The knowledge that I, unassuming, unimportant Cameron, had that kind of power over these two people, that they couldn't help but fantasize about me while fucking each other all these months, was overwhelming. Six months ago, I wouldn't have been able to handle it. Now, I felt a little flush of delight.

The Husband searched my face. "Do you want us to go on?"

I bit back a smile. "Yes. I'm sorry. I won't interrupt again."

"Good." He turned back to the Wife and without warning smacked her right cheek with the palm of his hand. She jerked forward and unleashed a cry of pleasure. "Yeah, I saw it," he told her. "Yours is still my favorite, but my God, what I wouldn't love to do to that ass of hers." He issued a sharp smack on her left cheek and then massaged the globes of her butt to soothe away the sting.

She arched her back and leaned into the caress. "She's so close." Her voice went deeper with desire. "I can't wait to see you fuck that teenaged cunt. Just try not to split her in half."

"No promises," he murmured as he placed a kiss at the top of her ass crack. I shivered at their dark words. He reached his hand between her legs. "Ohhh, yeah, I love how turned on you get by her. Just the thought makes you wet, huh?" She practically purred in satisfaction. "Play with your clit, angel," he directed. "Imagine it's her."

I could see her reach to part her pussy lips with her fingers and begin to play with herself. Like I said, she didn't have muscle tone, so the arm bracing her up soon began to shake, and with a moan, she went down on her elbow. Of course this had the beneficial effect of thrusting her ass even higher for the Husband's entertainment, and he took advantage of it by sliding his dick between her thighs. They started rocking together in a well-practiced rhythm, and once he coated his cock in her arousal, he pulled away. She took that as her cue and rested her forehead on the mattress so she could reach both hands behind her to spread herself open for him. From the angle, I could just barely see the deep pink entrance to her cunt and the trickle of juice leaking out. He pressed the fat, spongy head of his dick against the hole and then withdrew. She whimpered in frustration, and he did it again. And again and again.

"Please!" she plaintively wailed. "Don't tease me!" She moved one of her hands back to the front and began rubbing her clit again.

"Fuck, you're so hot!" As though he could no longer help himself, he gripped his cock at the base and angled himself into her waiting depths. Once he was completely sheathed, they sighed together in relief. She continued to manipulate her clit but brought her other arm forward to brace at the elbow so she could rest her head on her forearm.

"Ohhhh. Oh, yeahhh. So full," she groaned. He grabbed her hips firmly and began to piston himself in and out of her, his ass flexing with each thrust. He grunted like a pig in heat each time he bottomed out, and soon they were desperately fucking as she rocked back to meet him with every plunge. Sweat ran down his chest and landed on her back. He fisted her hair into a ponytail and tugged on it to lift her head up.

Without warning, he put his hands under her arms and lifted her into a kneeling position identical to his behind her. I could see both of them clearly then. Her mouth was hanging open as her high-pitched cries escaped. Her eyes were half-closed, but she was looking straight ahead, and I realized there was a mirror on the wall further down from me. If there's one thing I knew from our rendezvous, it was that the Wife absolutely loved eye contact. Thanks to the mirror, she was locked onto her husband's face.

His was strained into a grimace with his effort. He held her up under her arms in bicep curls and his pelvis continued to slam against her ass as his cock kept working her. He repositioned his arms so that he could reach and pinch her nipples hard while still holding her up. Her cries went guttural at that, and her hand continued to helplessly rub circles on her juicy clit.