Turnabout

I think we were about three months into our first threesome and I couldn't help but be amazed at how well everything was working out. What I thought was going to be a one off thing... an MMF with my wife and best friend, had gone so well that it wound up blending into a part of our every day lives. David would come over on a Friday night. We'd make these well intentioned attempts at trying to be normal. Talk about food and music and politics and make these pathetic little plans to go out for dinner. Maybe a movie. It never got that far. Sitting on the couch with my wife Lisa in between us I'd light up a joint. A few tokes and minutes later, we'd surrender to the giddy temptation of spreading her legs apart. Take turns rubbing her pussy, pull her panties aside and feel how warm and wet and sweet she was.

Every weekend we'd push our limits just a little farther. At first the guys were pretty careful about not coming close to touching each other. That guard rail dropped about the third or forth time we got together. My wife was going down on him and noticed me staring... I couldn't help it. Watching her wrap her her lips around his cock was about the hottest thing that I'd ever seen. When she did that and made eye contact with me I'd feel these little electric shocks radiating from my cock to my brain. Maybe to tease me, she pulled it out of her mouth and dangled it in front of me, probably sure that it would just be a tease and end there. What I saw was her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the head glistening with precum and saliva. As she jerked him off, he seemed to get bigger and harder and closer to my mouth. Suddenly, sucking his cock was something that was impossible to pass up.

It felt so damned wrong. And right. And filthy. And incredibly hot. I was going to burn in hell for this. I didn't give a fuck. The taste of his precum. The hungry, astounded look on my wife's face. The pounding feeling in my balls and cock. I don't think I'd ever been so completely turned on in my life.

It's worth mentioning that until then, guys had never even remotely been a source of attraction for me. The stigmas about anything same sex had been pounded into me early on and for all my adolescence and adulthood, I'd never for a moment considered doing anything remotely gay. At the time, the concept of "bisexual" was still years away from being fleshed out. In the small part of my brain whose job it was to figure things like this out, there was a small riot going on. Straight, gay, bi? Come on motherfucker, just pick a side!

My best guess was that I was just some kind of sick, undefined pervert as my wife jerked off my best friend's cock into my open mouth. Was my relationship with her going to survive this? The two of them looked every bit as aroused as I was. Whatever the new definition of my sexuality was going to be, it would have to wait. For now, just keep jerking him off onto my face.

We took turns. I wrapped her hair into a ball at the base of her neck and guided her mouth onto his stiff cock and used her face to stroke it back and forth. She's a petite, little thing. Normally, I was always mindful of being too forceful with anything we did. Somehow this was different. At that moment, she seemed to be enjoying the experience of being a slut and it seemed to fall to me to help her keep that up. David looked down at the two of us. I could tell this was something unexpected for him too. I pulled her face off his cock just long enough to watch it throb, glistening in a layer of shiny, foamy spit. If I had to guess he was probably making this little calculation of which one of us would be next in line to suck him off.

After that pretty much anything went. Lisa, who like most wives can be a major pain the ass, would have a major character shift every time the three of us were together. She seemed to like being treated like a whore, submissive and happy to do whatever she could to help push the envelope. I loved having her transformed into my free use slut, eager to deal with whatever depraved things we could come up with.

I should mention that a big part of our mutual attraction has been that we seem to have been blessed with complementary kinks. Somewhere along the line, I developed this fetish for showing her off. I'd bend her over my lap so I could pull her panties down and spread her ass apart, stretch her asshole wide open for David to fuck and jerk off on. Remarkably, that dovetailed with her own need to be used and shared. Most couples might crash and burn at the prospect of so much depravity. It just made me love her more knowing that she was that one in a million that would be content, even happy to help me live out all the crazy, depraved stuff I could come up with.

Three months in and David now had a spot reserved in our bathroom for his toothbrush and deodorant and contact lens cleaner. What had started out as a weekend stay over grew to a few days a week, then pretty much full time. I didn't mind. I wasn't the jealous type and the two of us seemed to be pretty compatible. I actually liked having a "brother" to share my wife with. After being with her for almost 10 years our own sex life had settled down to something good but formulaic. We had a script. After dinner and dishes and episodes of Dynasty we could go at it and fall asleep happy. By comparison, when David was over, we were in a full out rut. We'd fuck until exhausted and pass out, then wake up in the middle of the night, sleepy and semi conscious and just go at it again. I got used to and addicted to the aftertaste of his cock and my wife's pussy always in my mouth.

At some point I started to come to the realization that this wasn't just a simple threesome anymore. We'd stumbled into something polyamorous. Unfortunately this also happened at a point in our lives when there were these major decisions to be made about careers and school and relationships. I had no role models. I didn't know anyone in a poly relationship, not even in fiction. I tried to imagine what life would be like as part of a triad. How was I going to explain this to my hard core Italian Catholic family? And for the first time in my life, I was having sex with a guy. This was Manhattan in the 70's... there were tons of gay men in my social circles but I didn't identify with any of them. Try as I might, it didn't feel like a community I could fit in with. I loved sucking David's cock but my wife being there was always the catalyst that made it crazy hot. Absent the label for bisexual I just assumed I was a pervert.

As time went on and more inhibitions dropped off we became less mindful of the "equal time provision". Let me explain. It was as if there was this unseen scoreboard that kept track of blowjobs, handjobs, orgasms and the number of times we each fucked her. It seemed important at the time to be fair and make sure everyone had an equal turn. Maybe it was me who needed the assurance that as much as my wife liked him she still had me set aside as her primary partner and needed some safeguards to not be neglected.

One night we got home late after a concert. Fill in the blanks for your favorite 70's band for who we saw. Fleetwood Mac. The Allman Brothers. Commander Cody. One of those guys. For some reason my memory blanks out on that particular detail. I do recall that the drugs of choice that night were liberal amounts of marijuana and hashish. Stumbling through the door, the three of us crashed on the living room couch. I was blissfully passed out in a smoke induced haze when I woke up and found the two of them making out like teenagers. Not to be left out, I unzipped his fly and partially pulled down his jeans. He was wearing some crazy multicolored underwear that his mother must have bought on sale at Alexanders. I fished his cock out. It was tiny, cherubic. Shocked me a bit... I'd never seen him not aroused. I started to suck it, unused to the sensation of something that small and soft in my mouth. Moments later, it started to throb and swell. A few minutes after that and he was as hard and stiff as cast iron. I had this giddy feeling of pride. I'd gotten his cock hard, just me and my mouth.

My wife was wearing a denim miniskirt with pink cotton panties. I pulled them down as the two of them kept making out. Spread her legs wide apart and tasted the wet, creamy mess oozing from her pussy. I had the passing thought that she wouldn't need as much prep time as David did. Not to be disappointed I watched as she climbed on top of him. I made it my job to put his now swollen cock into her cunt. I sucked it one more time to get it wet and slick and guided him into her. She let out a quiet swoon as she lowered herself onto his shaft and felt it fill her up. My guess is that there are relatively few humans that have ever had the privilege of watching people fuck from up close. Sure there's porn but most of the time the action happens so fast that it's all a blur. It turns out that women have this amazing, almost translucent membrane of skin around their vulvas. When there's a cock inside them it stretches around it to form an airtight seal. As I watched her ass rise and fall I couldn't help but notice that small miracle of anatomy doing it's part in making babies or at least, sex possible.

Did I feel left out? Not in the least. The closest approximation of what we were doing probably falls under the category of being a cuckold. In modern porn those poor bastards are usually depicted as being pathetic, humiliated, powerless stooges. Something to be played with, undervalued and abused. For hard core cucks, the humiliation is the point, the more intense the better.

I felt the complete opposite of that. First off, I loved what I was doing. It felt like it was something that I was somehow meant to do. Far from being powerless, I was in complete control. My best friend was fucking my wife and while I hoped they were enjoying themselves, I couldn't help but think that this was something I'd subconsciously wanted and arranged for my own benefit. I called the shots. At one point, worried that it was going to be over too soon, I ordered them to stop... just freeze in place. I could almost feel David's cock throbbing as he did his best to hold and stop from cumming too soon. The tableau of my wife getting fucked by another guy searing it's way into my long term memory.

Later, I was ecstatic to be able to rest my head on her soft, pillowy ass and watch as he fucked her. Every minute or so, he'd pull his cock out, soaked and dripping with my wife's essence and fuck my face for a few strokes before plunging it back in. The reptile parts of our brains were calling the shots now. This mad mix of cock and pussy and semen. Precum and vaginal secretions, swirling together and hijacking every neuron in my brain.

It's a fair question to ask, would you know you're happy if and when you actually were? This whole thing was terrifying. I couldn't shake the feeling that somehow my marriage was on the line. My wife and I had been together for 10 years and even though I trusted her implicitly it doesn't take an genius to know that there aren't any guarantees in this kind of thing. People aren't machines. They get all sort of complicated feelings that can turn logic on its head. And what was I to make that for the first time in my life my sexual identity was up for grabs?

Still, I had to weigh that against the fact that one of my filthiest fantasies was now my waking reality. Just to see my beautiful wife, bare assed and naked (...we pretty much insisted that her clothes stay off as much as possible) as she went around her day. David was fond of pulling out his cock and randomly jerking off at the sight of her. Lisa got to be aware of the power that her bare skin had over us. She appreciated the attention. When she wasn't pressed for time, she'd kneel down between us to suck our cocks to finish us off, giggling at the streams of cum dripping off her face.

When Thanksgiving rolled around, she had a commitment to fly out to West to visit some family. I was swamped with deadlines at work and had to bail on going with her. As usual, David dropped in Friday, for the first time without my wife being around. We had the same lame conversation about what to do. With just the two of us, it hadn't actually occurred to me that there'd be anything sexual going on. He did bring some porn tapes. At that point in time, VCRs and porn on demand were still a new experience. Once he mentioned that he'd brought them it seemed a pity to waste the chance to watch.

Seventies porn has been described as its golden age. Peroxide blondes and fake tits for the ladies. Huge cocks and too much body hair for the guys. Still, it was probably the first time in human history that someone other than a monarch could watch people fucking at will. The supreme court had declared that pornography was OK as long as it had some socially redeeming content. For that reason I guess, most of the videos had some layer of a narrative. The buxom hitchhiker gets picked up and has sex with everyone in the family. A comment on the role of women in society. Something for a lawyer to grab on to as a hedge against future arguments in court.

Two joints and a tape later, our pants were off. We'd been fucking for months at that point so it didn't seem weird at all. We were having a pretty good time jerking off to the action on screen. Seemed kind of funny in a way. We seemed to react the same at all the same trigger points. At one point my cock was ridiculously hard and stiff and oozing precum. He knelt in front of me and wrapped his mouth around my cock.

"Let me help you with that..."

Well this was new. The first time I'd ever had sex with a guy without Lisa being there. The first thing I noticed was that our roles changed completely. With the three of us, I was privileged to be the "helper". I loved sucking his cock and licking her pussy as a prelude to getting them ready to fuck. Now he was there for me and unlike the tentative, almost careful moves we'd do as a threesome, this was more like a cross between fucking and a wrestling match.

I had the impulse to grab his head and without any consideration to holding back, just fuck his face. One look told me he was mine to do with as I wanted. Back then I could cum about a half dozen times a day... I'd usually do it once just to reduce the sensitivity so I wouldn't have to worry about a premature orgasm. I decided to make the first one fast and easy. It took about three minutes of hard slamming into his mouth before I started to spurt streams of hot semen onto his waiting face.

"Wow... that was so fucking hot!"

I may have been thinking precisely that but it was David who said it out loud. And who was I to disagree? His lips were wet and swollen and an unspecified amount of my cum all over his face. I knew what he looked like when he was flooded with endorphins and his body relaxed into bliss. There was a time maybe only weeks before when I would have panicked at the prospect of this being too gay. Now I just didn't give a fuck. In my head, the bigger question was trying to reconcile how different our roles were. In our threesomes, I was happy to be the go between. The guy who's job it was to make sure everyone was happy. It was a role I loved, felt like I was born for. Now with just the two of us, there was no holding back. Maybe some of it was subconscious resentment... having watched him fuck my wife for months now it was my chance to turn the tables.

I knew in the first 30 seconds that he was going to be my bitch.