We are a 30-something couple who have been together for many years already. My wife Julie is a lovely, exotic and pretty perfectly proportioned beauty from the Caribbean islands, and I suppose I’m your average Swedish Joe (a lucky one at that, to have her by my side). We have always enjoyed a very active sex-life even though Julie comes from what I’d consider a very old-fashioned family and a conservative middle-class culture & religious views. Living in Sweden, a different culture from her own, has really made her much more open-minded which is a good thing I think. Despite of our pretty liberal views, we had never experimented with partner-swapping or swinging…until now, that is.
Our first real threesome experience had its beginnings in the many conversations about sex, sexuality and physical pleasure that Julie and I used to have in the evenings when we were cuddled up together in bed, just lying there all relaxed. We “pillow-talked” many times together about how sex and passion intermixed with the feelings of love and emotions, what felt good etc.
Now Julie definitely still has her personal hang-ups regarding sexuality and she is sometimes a bit reserved, finding it difficult at times to admit to certain things and practices she enjoys during our bedroom playtimes. For example she would always insist that she absolutely would not be able to enjoy sex with a stranger or any person for whom she didn't have any deeper emotions for. I argued with her that good sex didn’t necessarily need love and deeper emotions to go with it: If the mood was right and someone would turn her on and give her enough pleasure physically, she would give in to the heat of sexual stimulation and physical passion in no time. Her own body would seduce her mind as long as she would otherwise feel comfortable, safe and all good.
I pointed out to her how easily visual stimulus alone aroused her so much she would crave for sexual satisfaction. Julie actually loved to watch porn movies in her own time and they totally turned her on, even purely lesbian sex scenes (another touchy topic for her). Every time she watched blue movies alone or with me, I knew that my horny babe got this sexy, intense look on her face, then quickly slip her busy little fingers into her panties and start to finger herself, totally mesmerized by the sexual acts shown on the screen. We’d always end up fucking like bunnies afterwards if we watched porn movies together. When she was alone at home, she sometimes entertained herself for hours, masturbating herself to orgasm time after time.
“When you get aroused enough, your mind will just shut down and your body will urge you on. It will betray you in seconds! All your nerves will start to respond to the sexual stimulus just like always, regardless of who would be giving the feelings to you”, I said to her while she shook her head adamantly.
“Well, as long as the person is nice looking and treats you well of course” I added laughingly.
“Then, my sweetie, when you are totally turned on, I bet you a million bucks you would give in to the good feelings and ride that sexual high that we both know you get during sex” I continued to elaborate on the topic, painting in my mind a sexy image of my honey being ravished by a stranger. Julie stared at me, saying nothing.
“Yup darling, I think you would just be a good little slut and go with the flow of it once you got started”, I teased her while I hugged her, kissing her neck and fondling her gorgeous ample boobs through her think nightie.
Her warm body’s beautiful brown curves felt ever so soft to touch, making my cock rock hard in turn. The perfume she wore had an extremely feminine and seductive scent, adding to the mood. God I loved to touch and caress her sexy body!
The word “Slut” was a keyword that I had used on purpose: I knew it turned her on very much during sex. I was pretty damn sure her pussy was getting very wet right about now and her mind was filling with sexual toughts underneath that seemingly calm presence of hers.
Julie relaxed, lying down on our bed, still not agreeing to what I was saying. I kept touching her nipple region softly with my fingers while listening to her words. She stated that in a situation like that, she would feel just way too nervous to enjoy anything and that she would not allow herself to get aroused like that ever.
While she talked to me, I noticed one of her hands had slipped underneath the blanket and started to wonder towards her pussy.
“It’s just like you to deny it could happen to you” I told her. “I think that in the right circumstances you’d be curious enough to try it. Who knows, you might just like it enough to want to make it a regular habit”, I teased her on with a naughty twinkle in my eye.
I made a comparison to her addiction with masturbation: Ever since Julie had first tried playing with herself, she had become pretty obsessed with the pleasure she got from her activity. She had told me a few times how back then as a teen she had tried several times stopping masturbation all together because it scared her to be so addicted to sex. No matter how hard she had tried, eventually she had slipped right back to her old habits of self-pleasuring. After a while she had just surrendered to the fact that she loved the pleasure way too much to stop.
I must admit, listening to her vivid tales of erotic experiments had been a huge turn-on for me. I knew she was a very sensual woman, but my imagination raced when I thought of just how much of a pleasure addict I had found in my sweet Julie babe.
Since hearing the stories, apart from spending much of my time fucking her silly I always played the devil’s advocate and took every chance to encourage and fuel her pleasurable little habits. I bought her many different kinds and sizes of vibrators and actively encouraged her to experiment with them, taking part in the games as much as I could.
We got a massaging shower head that literally blasted her into mind-shattering orgasms. I even sometimes assigned her playfully “homework” of how many orgasms she should try and achieve in a day in the days she had a day off and I was at work.
Another game we played was that whenever she took a bath, she would have to masturbate, whether she was originally horny or not. She wondered why but my guess proved right: Even if she wasn’t horny when she started the shower on her pussy, after 3 minutes it felt so good she didn’t want to stop any more without having an orgasm or two.
I absolutely loved the clear effects all this sex-play had on her, she was getting to be one extremely horny housewife.! In a few months of “bathtime homework” she actually told me that just thinking of having a bath made her horny as anything, so strongly she had grown to associate bath and sexual play.
As we now lay in bed talking about sex, I reminded her of the facts of her own masturbation experiences.
“You should not have such hang-ups about her own sexuality, not then and not now”, I stated to her.
“I have noticed that when we watch porn, talk about orgies or threesomes, bisexuality or even wilder fantasies, your initial response is always to insist that they don’t turn you on. It’s so funny to listen to the comments when I can see clear as day with my own eyes the effects just watching a porn flick has on you Julie”. I continued.
“We always end up fucking furiously afterwards”.
Julie didn’t respond, but she had closed her eyes and was definitely now rubbing her sweet parts underneath the blanket slowly.
As we live in a fairly remote Northern part of the country where the vast majority of people are more or less blonde and blue-eyed, I enjoyed teasing Julie regularly by describing to her what would happen to her if we would ever go to a swingers club. This was a good opportunity to continue along the line..
“If we took a trip down to the city and went to a swinger’s meeting, all the guys and girls too would want to play with you honey…You look so different and exotic”, I softly half-whispered to her.
“Your different looks and amazing body, I think you would be the queen slut of the party. You’d end up having so much sex with so many people”.
Julie was now breathing heavily and moaning a bit while one of her hand was rubbing her pussy and the other was squeezing her nipple. I was hard myself, watching her pleasing herself.
I went to great lengths in telling her in every detail how she would give in and probably end up as a totally depraved swinger-chick, fucking and sucking day in day out, having sex with men and women alike. The flushed look on her face was a sign that Julie was getting dangerously close to an orgasm. Her hands worked her body under the blanket rhythmically.
“Mmm….Your addiction to masturbation would be nothing compared to what all those group sex sessions would do to you sweetie!!” I said, laughing openly. “Those swingers would literally fuck your little brains out!!”
Julie opened her eyes to give me a darting look, muttering with a voice coarse from excitement.
“That is such bullshit man, now stop talking mister and come and fuck me already!! You’re making me so damn horny again!” She said, gasping between the sentences.
Just as I expected! Her immediate response was always a total denial, but clearly the thoughts turned her on as she had worked herself into a frenzy and now needed sexual gratification. Hmm, my little fuck-bunny just couldn’t help herself, I thought smiling!
I stopped talking and removed the blanket that was covering her. She was already coming, groaning alound, her gorgeous body writhing in the throws of orgasm as I slipped my cock into her and started fucking her wet pussy. I must have done something really good in my past life to deserve this, I thought to myself while enjoying the sensations of my cock sliding in and out of this exotic beauty who was giving herself to me, urging me to fuck her harder. Amazing.
We continued to enjoy each other for the next hour or so until falling ***** sweaty and satisfied. Just as a approached sleep I noticed that Julie was still masturbating herself: She wanted one more orgasm! What a wanton little nymphomaniac!
All participants are at least 18 years of age.