How my wife and I went for Lust for Life and brought another guy back home from town
My wife and I went out to see a concert in town the other day. It was a special concert because the first song I sent to my then wife-to-be was one of the hits by this artist. Lust for Life by Iggy Pop.
The concert was amazing and we were having a great evening — so energised by the show and totally high on the experience. After leaving the concert hall, we found ourselves in the streets, not at all ready to go home. Not least because we had managed to leave our youngest child with the grandparents — so no babysitter to rush home and relieve. Coming from a hot and tense concert hall with a lot of people and getting out in the streets and feeling the chilling air made me feel so alive, so lusting for life.
We discussed different places to go but quickly decided to go downtown to an area with lots of nice bars. Arived at a bar one of us — probably me — suggested to call a guy my wife has been seeing a some time back and ask him to join us for drinks. It wasn’t something we had been talking about in advance. There was no plan for what the encounter might lead to, no plot, no expectations. Just the idea of having him joining us for a few drinks. The idea was there, agreed upon and so I texted him. Soon after, he arrived to our bar.
We ordered cocktails and downed the first two rounds to take the edge of the tension. I could feel his attention for my wife by the way he looked at her, discretely brushed her arms when he spoke to her and was an allround gentleman in her presence. I could see her reaction to his attention. She blushed almost invisibly, laughed at his jokes and radiated happiness.
I experienced her stunning beauty through the eyes of this man, and I felt so much love and lust for her.
We moved to a sofa where the three of us could barely fit. She placed herself in the middle of us. We talked, laughed, drank, flirted. The bar eventually closed and we found ourselves in the streets. I suggested we should all go to our house to get a last drink. After a short stroll, we locked ourselves into our home. My beautiful wife, this man and myself.
I invited the man to join me for a beer in the sofa while my wife went upstairs. She said she had something she wanted to show us. While she was gone, I asked the guy how he felt about the situation. It was never said what the situation was, but we had drinks together, he had been flirting hardcore with my wife — and we had brought him home to our house. So… He admitted to be a bit nervous but otherwise cool, but I ensured him that everything was fantastic and I was just happy he accepted our invitation.
After a while, my wife came down the stairs wearing a diminutive black latex dress, fishnet stockings and her Louboutin stilettos. She stood a bit shy in front os us. I could sense the reaction in this guy and I felt my own reaction, too. She joined us in the sofa — again in the middle — and since it was quite obvious what was going to happen, we spend some time discussing what we would all be comfortable with. We agreed on all three of us being involved at the same time, but with her as the center of our attention and protection, of course (duh!). We also agreed to check in with each other throughout the play to make sure everyone was enjoying the fun.
I don’t know how detailed I should describe our play, but it was a amazing experience where the three of us just dissolved into play and gave in to our lust.
She kicked off the play kneeling in front of us, unzipping our pants and taking turns taking us in her mouth. She then stood up between us and we pressed ourselves against her from front and back. We both kissed her, and our hands went exploring her trembling body. I touched her gently between her legs and I met the other guys fingers doing the same. She was trapped between us and just surrendered. She had her front towards me and while we kissed, I grabbed her butt cheeks and parted them slightly. The other guy took a firm grip around her hips and pressed himself slowly up in her from behind. As he picked up thrust, I could feel his punding through her body. After a while, I turned her and we swapped positions with me taking her from behind while he held her fixed and kissed her. There was a lot of kissing, hands all over her body and our dicks penetrating her.
We spent a long time touching, kissing, fucking and some hours later, we all finally collapsed in the sofa. We decided to call it a night. He thanked us both for the invitation, put back on his clothes, kissed my wife goodnight as he left.
What I really want to talk about is how easy and flow-like it can feel when everything is not planned out in advance. How easy we got from the two of us feeling happy and alive after an amazing concert and ended up in a hot ménage à trois by just following what felt right minute after minute.
Nothing was planned and no one expected anyting. No one were set up to achieve anything and there was no end goal. No one had expectations to be disappointed and everyone had beautiful experiences to gain.
We took it step by step and communicated well underway to make sure everyone was enjoying the act and not feeling left out or having borders overstepped. We all surrendered to our lust and to each other and went into this beautiful state of sexual and sensual flow where one thing just led to the next until the three os us had exhausted all our energy.
