I think this story begins like so many others you'll find on here. I got married in my 20s, and as the two of us got to know each other, we naturally talked about our fantasies. E, my wife, admitted she was turned on by the thought of a threesome, though she was a little unsure about going all the way.
Cutting a very long story - which developed as we fucked and fantasised our way through the summer of 1992 - we settled on adding an old college friend of mine, G, into our relationship - at first by way of a soft swing. To get him interested, we turned the conversation towards sexy photographs when he was over one night. We could see he was getting turned on, so E offered to show him our private album: he jumped at the chance! Well, he certainly appreciated a book full of polaroids of her stripping, masturbating with a vibrator, and being fucked by me. Seeing the tent in his jeans, we held hands and asked him if he'd like to watch us make love: again, he jumped at the chance.
Wan
