Well it all happened a while ago - about 16 years ago when I was 26. For some time I had been feeling unattractive, no matter how much my hubby tried to re-assure me. He asked did I not see the other men eyeing me up? I did not believe they found me at all attractive.
When we were making love hubby (Gordon) would complement me on my body, saying how lucky he was and how other guys would love to be touching, kissing and doing all the things he was doing to me, I doubted it, he mentioned a number of the guys we both knew as friends and collegeages and how he saw them making admiring glances at me. This developed into Role play over some time and seemed to help our sex lives (it was a turn on and he seemed to be getting off on this big time too). Gordon would talk whilst we had sex, saying how one of our acquantices would love to be doing what he was doing, describing how they would be exploring and enjoying me. This had been going on regularly for over 6 months.
Now to cut a long story short, Gordon had been out of town, back to the city where we used to once live and had invited a mutual friend to stay with us in our new home as a base to visit London from as an inexpensive holiday for him.
It turns out that during the 8 hour drive back home together they had got talking and our friend (lets call him Ken). Ken is a nice guy, similar ages to myself and Gordon, but has had more of a rough tough lifestyle, we did like him as a friend. It seems that Ken had mentioned about a MFM threesome he had been lucky enough to enjoy, which Gordon said sounded really hot and he had told Ken that he would love to have tha chance to try that one day with my me! But he doubted that I would ever go for that as he knew how bad I felt about my image to consider that anyone could be remotely interested in me. Ken apparently was very quick to say that I was hot and given a chance he would love to get with me and give me a good fucking, to which Gordon had responded that he doubted he would get the chance but would love it to happen and left the conversation there. Not that I knew anything about this conversation until much later after all this had happened.
Gordon arrived back with Ken early evening, we ate and spent a pleasant evening exchanging stories, then our friend was shown to the guest room and we all went to bed. After his time away Gordon and I were soon getting it on and as usual he started to talk sexy, saying how our guest was eyeing me up. As usual I doubted him and told him not to be stupid. He was telling me that Ken had been very complimentary and said that he thought I was hot and how he would love to get his hands on me - “like this” - as he started to act this out, telling me to imaginge it was Ken's hands on me and Ken's mouth suckling my breasts, it felt good and I became very sensitive as he played with me, but I said I did not think he would want to touch me. Gordon kept saying how much Ken would love to be the one doing this and that when we they had been driving Ken had said as much! - It seemed so naughty for him to be saying this with Ken probably lying awake just along the hall from us in his room. I denied it would be true.
Gordon persevered with his hands and mouth pleasuring me as he pretended to be Ken discovering me for the first time, this playing did turn me on and I allowed my self to occassionally imagine it was Ken.
Now things got turned up a notch when Gordon said I'll tie you up here and let him come run his hands over you for real! - I laughed at him but he took that as assent and tied me (giggling with half hearted protests) spreadeagled to the bed with some hastily improvised restraints - two bathrobe towling belts and number of old neck ties tied together and continued the role play, telling how it could now be Ken feeling me all over as he played the part as if Ken was having a first encounter with me unable to resist like that.
I have to admit I was getting very turned on by all this as Gordon reverted to pretending to be Ken. He also started to tease me saying “now you are tied like that there is nothing you can do, I can go get him and let him come enjoy.”
I part laughed part groaned saying “you can't do that” (not angerly or "don't you dare" or “let me out now” or anything like that). He teased me more in response – getting turned on by my helplessness, then feigned going out the bedroom door a couple of times, more playful than serious, but I guess also testing me, coming back from the door doing a little bit more of the role play. Being restrained was quite fun, I devolved of any responsibilities (the belts and ties were not merely symbolic, Gordon knew his knots, I could strain against them and they held). Gordon would climb onto me, feel me all over feverishly, use his mouth up and down my body as I squirmed against the ties, then slip his dick into my (by now) very wet pussy just stay there, doing nothing else, for a moment or two, then pulling out and pretend to go get Ken, actually opening the bedroom door and stepping out for a second or two before returning and doing it all again.
This was quiet fun, a little scarey not being able to do a thing, but it was a game so I was not freaking out when Gordon played the game of going to get Ken. Each time he built it up higher saying he was actually going to do it unless I told him not to. Gordon said he needed to nip to the toilet (which was right by out guest room) and told me he'd bring Ken back with him and feigned moving to the door once again - I did not explicitly say NO, playing along with this fun game, but did say "don't go waking him up" emploring him to not disturb our guest as he went to the toilet.
I did not think he would actually go do that, I was expecting this to be a further extention of the game and Gordn would go into the toilet (next to where Ken was) and pretend to come back with him. He left the bedroom and took a few steps then returned, looked at me tied there spread eagled and completely exposed and said "I'm going to do it", I raised my head up as far as I could from the bed and hissed threateningly "don't you wake him". The reply came back "I won't wake him, if he is awake I'll invite him" . With a huff of exasperation I flopped resignedly back down, getting a little weary of this on going sherade.
A few minutes later Gordon stepped into the bedroom and stood for a second admiring his handy work of my complete helplessness, it seemed to please him as he dranking in the sight, then got on the bed beside me, without a word starts to suck on one of my nipples before moving up and kissing me hard while running his hands up me, when he broke the kiss and moved his head, there, to my suprise was Ken (for real) bleary eyed at the foot of the bed by the door contemplating what lay before him, he stood there in just some tracksuit bottoms. I did not have a chance to really comprehend this when Gordon leant back in and kissed me hard again. I must have jolted during our kiss, as I could now feel Ken's hand on me, (oh my god! But I know can do nothing – I cannot move even if I tried so I don't even try) Gordon moved down and took my right nipple back into his mouth as he lay at my side giving Ken good access to my whole exposed body. Ken moves onto the bed with us, as I lie there dumbfounded, Ken's hands now snaking up my body as I lay there spreadeagled under him. Ken cups my other breast moving up to join Gordon who is still suckling my other nipple. My mind was not taking in what was going on, swimming with the sensations and gasping slightly, looking up at the ceiling not really beleiving what was going on. Gordon must have broken off as Ken then cupped the other now vacated breast and took a good taste of it too, (whilst pushing down his tracksuit bottoms with his right hand as he lay between my legs I presume). I lay there my head arched back, eyes open, breathing heavily, Gordon took my hand. I felt Ken push forward, I fely his cock against my pussy then my head jerked as I felt him enter me. I feel Gordon squeeze my hand - he must know – then Ken pushes himself right into me, Ken kissed my neck – I don't respond - and few gentle yet self induldgent strokes later Ken asks me softly "are you ok with this?" (nicely done, he had enjoyed having me before risking asking - not that there was much I could do or say now his dick was already deep inside me - but this was asking for permisson to continue) I let out a barely audible sound that may have been an ah-ha, certainly not a no; so Ken takes that as a yes and starts to fuck me. Gordon leans in and kisses me again, weird but very horny kissing Gordon whilst being fucked as my body responded and reacted to the good solid strokes Ken was now giving me, I loved the reaction from Gordon and feeling Ken fuck me as we kiss, but Gordon steps back (to enjoy the sight?) and to give Ken some space, he was clearly enjoying fucking me (thankfully so no doubts about that now) and I have accepted it and was enjoying too. Trying to move my hands but they are still restrained, Ken is a gentleman spots this and unties my wrist and together we release my other wrist, then embrace as we continue to fuck together (whilst Gordon releases my ankles), until Ken comes deep in me.
Gordon took a turn after that, he said I felt wonderful, I have never been so turned on as Ken and Gordon made me that night. Thet took turns during the rest of the night, and it all went very well with the only brief off moment being when they tried DP, as I do not like anal – obviously the boys had not discussed before! In retrospect we should have gone for DV that would have been more feasible (having a love of the large toys I later played with).
Since then I have enjoyed a number of MFM 3 somes and also enjoyed playing with the other guys after i had been introduced to them, but was never the first to make any move or express interest – Gordon instigated them all.