Chapter 2: Becoming a Throuple

It’s time for me to tell you about Debra’s husband. There have been thoughts, hints of having Jim sleep with us...

Honestly, Jim is a hunk – 6’2” about 185 pounds, with a well toned muscular body, not a body builder but lean and in excellent shape at 42 years old. He has shortish styled hair, going gracefully gray, no facial hair unless he skips shaving and he has rugged good looks, a combination of rugged and sexy. He is very desirable looking. Very.

Jim has been around us for years, actually, laughing, joking, cuddling. He thought our sleepovers were innocent in the beginning until one day we told him we took a shower together. It was a casual comment and light, again to him just girl stuff but a bit more serious.

So we began cuddling and touching in the open, kisses good bye, snoozing in each other’s laps, wearing less clothing, braless, painting each others toenails and on.

Jim would just sit with us and we loved having him. He is smart and funny and realized that “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!” So over time, like a year, we hung out. He gave us space but enjoyed being with us. Two beautiful women, what guy wouldn’t?

So pats on the thigh turned to touches and squeezes, we sat closer together. A few weeks ago a couple light kisses from Jim and big full long kisses from Debra that Jim had never seen. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies, something else he had never seen. Jim was always close on the couch and I felt his hands on my body, testing the waters. One time I put my hand on his while he was touching me and he thought I was trying to stop him so he withdrew. I firmly put his hand back on my thigh and lightly rubbed the back if his hand, a signal that it was OK.

One morning, after a night of intimacy between Deb and me, we were drinking coffee together, sitting hip to hip on the couch. We invited Jim to sit with us, “don’t be a stranger!” So he did and we had fun chatting. He wanted to know if we “slept well” and being truthful, honest and coy we told him we did. We told him that our sleepovers are always fun! I was sitting in the middle on the couch between them and my legs were crossed. I was wearing a light nightshirt that was falling open a bit every time I reached for my coffee, my legs more exposed. The buttons were unbuttoned – so every time I leaned to reach for my coffee the nightshirt fell open a bit more and Jim had a completely unobstructed view of my breasts. I made no effort to cover myself up.

Jim had to leave so he patted me on my bare thigh and held it there a bit. He slid his hand the length of my thigh twice, the second time it disappeared under my nightshirt, so very close to my womanhood. I was instantly on fire between my legs and quite wet as well. He gave me a quick kiss on my lips, got up and gave Deb a longer hug and kiss before he left.

Deb and I moved closer on the couch and I said “well, that was breathtaking!” Deb said “I know he likes you.” I had put myself back together when we moved closer on the couch, my nightshirt covered my breasts and legs again. Deb put her hand on my thigh and slipped it under the material, saying “ He did this to you, didn’t he?” as her hand moved up my thigh almost touching my labia.

“Does that mean he wants me?” I asked. I know I was being a totally uninhibited exhibitionist, wearing the nightshirt, moving, making no effort to cover myself up. I wanted him to want me, honestly. And it was working. Jim was attracted to me sexually and showed it; even in front of his wife he was making advances. My thoughts of Deb, Jim and me were coming to fruition, my fantasies of sleeping with both of them may soon become reality.

Over the next few weeks Deb and I had a couple sleepovers and we spent a lot of time together. Jim was around, he made sure to be with us during our quiet times on the couch. We bantered, touched and hugged. I got kisses but they were just pecks with a few lingering smooches. “I love kissing” I whispered one day and he gave me a longer one, our mouths open, our tongues intertwining. His hand slid down my arm to my lap, the top of my thigh near my pussy, and back up my side inside my arm and he held the side of my breast. I felt a flood of wetness between my legs and my breathing was labored. We broke off our kiss, and with our lips just touching I whispered “that was nice”. His hand was still between my arm and my breast and he kept it there for a minute then gently took it away.

It is pretty clear that Debra is OK with all of this. Her reaction after he moved his hand to my lap close to my pussy showed no signs of concern of any kind. She was also there one time when I ran my index finger along the length of his penis through his slacks. He felt, umm, adequate!

She was also there the time soon after that he put his hand inside my robe and held my breast. I just about melted. We were kissing. My robe was open by then and his fingers slipped between my thighs. I opened for him and he touched me. I wasn’t sure what Debra was thinking or whether she had any idea of the effect he was having on me so I broke off the kiss and got close to Debra. She kissed me sweetly, companionably, yet intensely and seemed fine with all of it.

But I needed to be sure. Debra means the world to me. She is the greatest love of my life so far, my longest intimate relationship a couple of times over. I talked to Debra to clear things up. I asked her if she knew the effect he had on me when he put his hand on my pussy. I felt like a virgin in some ways, a virgin who had done a lot of sex play but was now ready to go all the way. He took my breath away when he put his hand inside my robe, I flooded between my legs, more intense than with other men, matched only by what Debra could do to me. I remember my head back on the couch as he kissed me. There was no way I had the power to stop it. She said she knew and watched, she said it felt natural to watch us and she could sense how I felt. I did break his kiss and go to Debra which was a good move in that I needed her approval – which I got in the form of a long kiss from her.

“Would you be okay if we went further?” I asked. She said yes. She wanted us to sleep together the next weekend, when my husband will be away.

“Sex?”

“If we sleep together that will most likely happen, whatever happens happens.”

I love Debra dearly. That love means more to me than my marriage because of the length of our relationship and some of the ups and downs we have endured. Sleeping with Debra has always been special, I have never taken it for granted. I have sex with my husband and it’s fine, it’s good, great sometimes but nothing like what Debra does to me. For a long time I have hugged Jim, kissed him on the cheek, we have set next to each other, thighs touching. But over the last couple of weeks things have gotten overtly sexual. The idea of being in bed nude with the two of them, feeling their bodies, taking Jim inside me makes me crawl the walls with desire. I am a normal woman most of the time but with Debra things change. Yes I am oversexed but I am at that age of youth and experience so I am going to use it the best I can. And I love her, I thought I might fall in love with Jim too, who knows? This wouldn’t happen with anyone else.

Yes my orgasms are stronger with Debra than with any man I’ve ever been with, even a past few sexy flings that I thought were good. (Stronger even than the couple of thrilling times I’ve experienced double penetration with two men, which is definitely another story, I promise!) To mix that with Jim I would hope that we can give Debra the love and attention that she craves too. And Jim! What a lucky guy with two women he cares for! Part of me is as thrilled for him as I am for myself!

So now I’m at home. It’s Saturday morning – the day that Debra and I have talked about and planned for. It’s 7:45 and I am on the couch having coffee, waiting for my husband to leave for a couple of days. He is rattling around upstairs. I will say good bye then begin my weekend as a single gal, at least I feel that way! Debra and I have been texting, I will go over for late morning and we will just relax. Maybe a walk, a couple errands. Jim will be home later in the afternoon. Debra and I never get tired of each other, we have never needed “space.” She is my rock, a little older than me and in my mind, wiser. In a different life we could be together as husband and wife or as wife and wife, I would and I do love and cherish her...

Jim sees us together more than my husband does and has come to understand and accept us. He knows Debra loves him and that bond will never be broken. But he also realizes that we have a bond too that is different but very real. There was a time when he was resentful of me and was cold with me when I was around – cold with Debra too. They started having problems in bed together too, as his resentment of me and her love of me began to get in the way. But he is a smart man and soon came around to accepting Debra’s relationship because the alternative was to break up their marriage. When that developed, Debra also changed, realizing what a good guy he is and finding that the core of her love for him was unaffected by her feelings for me.

My husband, on the other hand, just doesn’t know, and would be hurt if he did. He knows we are close friends, he sees me text her all the time. But he has no idea that our closeness includes sexual intimacy.

Jim never touched me intimately until last weekend, though for several weeks his hands have roamed over other parts of my body. He did rub the side of my breast that one time a couple of weeks ago. It’s pretty clear now that all of this was with Debra’s permission and approval. I think they’ve talked about it and planned it. Jim has been careful and moved slowly, I believe, so that they and I could test things at each step and checked on everyone’s comfort level.

I kind of figured out last week that all of us want Jim and me to get closer. Debra and I openly touched in front of Jim, our hands finding all the erotic spots on each other’s bodies. I was in the middle on the couch and that is when Jim turned to me and kissed me. A long kiss, tongues intertwining, his hand was roaming my front and found its way inside my nightshirt. Like I said before, when he touched me I just melted, I felt a flood between my legs and when his hand dropped to my lap I opened for him. He touched me, soaking wet, he felt my wet twisted hairs. His finger slipped inside my slit and moved up to my clitoris, rubbed me a bit and took his hand away. My head was back on the couch, we were kissing and his hand was between my legs. I thought OMG! and pulled away, broke the kiss and turned to Debra. I was terrified it wasn’t OK. She set me at ease by kissing me and sliding her hand inside my nightshirt. She told me she loved me right in front of Jim and I told her I love her too.

Jim knows it’s different and there is love in different ways, different people. My husband would not understand that. My husband is structured, he is an engineer and it shows in the way that he thinks. I do love him but I love Debra more and am starting to love Jim too. I am a Gemini, the twins, and I can separate our relationships without guilt... (I hope).

I have been writing this and texting Debra, walking around the house with my phone, nude. I was thinking about shaving but decided not to. If we want that we can shave in the shower together. Shorts and a nice T shirt, pale pink underwear I picked out. It’s warm and a bit humid, hopefully things will get warmer later!

I get wet just thinking about this, the anticipation is excruciating but I love long foreplay. This is over the top!

I got to Debra’s house around 10:30. She’s a realtor and has an enormous house that she got at a bargain price during the last downturn. She has the big open floor plan, designer kitchen, three car garage, killer appliances, etc. We have our own bedroom, and we do call it ours, it’s a guest room.

Debra is so simple and down to earth and the house doesn’t really fit her personality but a bargain is a bargain!

I’ve been thinking back to what you said when we first started talking – about being polyamorous, I never put a label on it. I guess it can branch out to different people? I will be intimate with Debra and Jim today (I hope), I am intimate with my husband. You and I have a very intimate relationship in words. You and I have both had solo sex thinking about each other, you like my pictures. That is so flattering to me, it sounds trivial but it’s not. I think of you dominating me, using your talents to please me, myself being submissive to your touch but being aggressive when I want to please you. So I have orgasms with you, usually in bed before my shower. They are strong and I have the opportunity to go to the edge, to bring myself to ... almost. I can do that a couple times before I surrender to the thought of you, give up and let myself cum.

So as today progresses I will be thinking about you! You are the person who helped me understand that it’s OK to enjoy different partners, everyone is different. To me having just one partner is kind of boring and you taught me that having more than one is OK. It’s almost as if you guided me, mentored me, to help me learn to love beyond the bounds of conventionality, to do what I hope will happen today.

Debra and I are never at a loss for words, we had some wine and things got a bit quiet. “I am kind of nervous” she said, and I said I was too, but a good nervous. So Debra and I relaxed for a while, gave back rubs and stuff. Things were getting intimate and we decided to wait for Jim – kind of a self induced torture as we waited. We didn’t want to jump him the minute he came home either. We talked about him, I asked the questions, “What does he sound like? How big is he? He’s not circumcised? Oh yum! I like that!”

And I do! I like to play with the foreskin, pull it back and stuff. My husband isn’t either but it disappears when he is hard. You would never know when he is hard.

I gave Debra a big hug and our lips met and we kissed. A long passionate kiss, the only sound was our breathing and some low moans. My hand slid under her shirt and held her breast. Mmmmm! I felt her hand inside my shirt too.

I did ask Debra one more time if we were OK and we are. So we’re ready to go. Debra has also told Jim it’s okay, so he will do what comes naturally. We will start in the living room and then probably carry over into the bedroom, I hope. I really want this now.

I will tell Debra you envy Jim! He will probably be a lucky guy later today! And if he is, I will be lucky too!

Jim came home and after a bit we relaxed on the couch and things heated up. We began kissing and we basically picked up where we left off the previous weekend. That was a first for all of us because each of us saw the other two kissing and touching intimately. It was the final trial run before the big moment – and all of us were fine with it, ready to go on from there!

We were all wearing shorts and T shirts and we had wine on the couch. We chatted about the previous weekend and how close we got to intimacy. I brought up that we all chatted about our boundaries and Debra laughed “there aren’t any!” Between them I laid back on the couch and rolled my head to Jim. I rested my head on his shoulder and touched his arm, lightly running my hand up and down. He smelled manly and I could sense that he was going to make a move and he did. My arms around his neck I felt his hand slip under my T shirt and hold my breast. Still kissing I moaned at his touch. I felt Debra’s hand on my thigh, she slid her hand inside my shorts and her fingers touched between my legs. “You are wet” she whispered. “Oh God” was all I could mumble. I kissed Debra while Jim rubbed both of us, I found she was as wet between her legs as I was and whispered “I am not the only one!”

I turned back to Jim and we kissed again. My hand dropped to his lap and I felt his penis. He had removed his underwear when he got home and I felt the distinct shape of his shaft and the head. He was super hard. He drew a breath when I touched him and he let out a moan and a sigh. His shorts were loose enough that I could get my hand inside and touch him. He was large, I did not know how large at that time but I whispered “I can work with that!” Debra, who had her head on my shoulder while rubbing my back was watching and started laughing.

Jim was wet at the tip, pre cum. He was hard and nicely thick, I felt a bush of pubic hair. We kissed again and he told me to lift my hips. I did and he pulled my shorts and underwear off in one smooth pull. I was ready. I was wet with anticipation, nude from the waist down. My puss was engorged and on display, my puss lips were wide open and inviting and he touched me. I moaned out loud when he touched me, his middle finger rubbed my labia and slipped between the lips and found my opening. My legs were WIDE open and his finger played, he ran the length of my slit and touched my clitoris then back to my hole. He pushed his finger inside and I moaned, pushed against him and came with a gush, a flood of cum on his hand, slurping sounds as he moved his hand and fingers between my legs. I was hyperventilating, I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt dizzy. I dug my head into his shoulder and held on. He wasn’t stopping and his finger circled my clit. My breathing was getting normal but I had an electric sensation between my legs. He was rubbing my clit and he was hitting the right spots. “Oh my God, you are as good as Debra!”

I was still holding his penis and it was definitely more wet than before. “Did you cum too?” I didn’t realize I was effectively jerking him off as I held him, he was as aroused as me and there was cum in my hand. I took his cum and smeared it on my puss as he was circling and rubbing my clit. Knowing his cum was there, mixing with mine, working its way inside me as our hands were touching, put me over the edge and I moaned, pushed against his hand and came again in another gush. I collapsed in his arms. Debra was rubbing my back still, her hand inside my shirt. She had my bra unfastened and was holding, rubbing, squeezing my breasts. Her shorts were gone, on the floor and she had her finger buried in her own puss rubbing herself to an orgasm as she watched Jim and me.

We were a heap of bodies, clothes on the floor, the aroma of sex, sticky and still horny. Jim peeled off his shirt and I admired his body. “God Debra, you have one hunk of a husband!”

It was kind of funny, when we decided to go to the bedroom there were our three half full wine glasses still sitting on the coffee table. In one motion we all picked up our glasses and downed them, entirely in sync, before we got up.

We had a wonderful night! I think it was everything we had hoped for, maybe beyond our expectations, which weren’t that high. We are certainly not swingers, just regular people who were trying something new and wanting everything to be okay for everybody.

Their bedroom is really nice, a queen bed and a chair, the windows let in natural light but the sun was going down. It was cozy. Jim turned on a table lamp in the far corner so we would have some light when the sun set.

“Don’t we look proper!” exclaimed Debra. “I guess so!” Debra and I had no bottoms on and Jim had peeled off his shirt in the living room.

Debra had already unsnapped my bra on the couch so my breasts were hanging. I went first and took off my T shirt and let my bra slip off my shoulders. I stood nude in front of Jim for the first time. He gasped.

For those who missed or forgot, Bob, my email buddy and co author here described my body in the opening for these stories – you can see my picture there too. I was blessed with a beautiful body in the zaftig category – 36D-28-40, 5’4”, 135 pounds. My hair is dirty blond, curly and long, halfway down my back. I have pouty lips and usually a serious determined look but I do smile!!!!

So I stood in front of Jim completely nude and I smiled. “Do you like?” I asked – but I knew he did! My hair cascaded over my shoulders and my nipples were erect. I was breathing short breaths of excitement and anticipation. Debra stood near me and was checking out his reaction. Jim’s eyes moved from my face to my breasts to my abdomen to my hips and between my legs. I have short trimmed naturally medium brown pubic hair framing my vulva and his eyes stopped there. I shifted my stance, opening my legs a bit and he gasped “YES!”

He took two steps to me and touched my shoulders and my hair. His fingers traced my shoulders down to my breasts. He held my breasts and pressed his thumbs against my nipples. He touched my waist and my hips, his hands moving to my rear and he pulled me close. He kissed me and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I broke our kiss and knelt in front of him and pulled his shorts to the floor. He was totally erect. He is beautiful, almost 7” and a good bit thicker than most men, with a prominent head. He was twitching slightly. Seizing the opportunity, I held it for a moment, then took him in my mouth. He had a manly musky scent and I could taste his sperm from our previous encounter on the couch. He moaned and groaned as my tongue swirled around his head and I took him deep in my mouth, his head pushing past my gag reflex and into my throat. I had taken him in as far as I could, and there was still more than inch left. I took him out of my mouth and stood up, wrapped my arms around his neck again and kissed him. “Taste good?” he asked. Still kissing the side of his mouth, I just smiled.