Our polyamory life - part 1 - Sex Stories

Our polyamory life - part 1

This is a true story. My wife, Carol, and I met at work. We hit it off immediately. We worked in a large company. It was a technology company staffed with young people with eccentric ideas. Sex was everywhere. My wife loved to flirt with everyone. She wore scandalous clothes, short skirts, short dresses halter tops and sheer gauze blouses. When we got married she wore a mini dress and we spent our honeymoon in a sex motel complete with pornographic TV, stacks of sex magazines, tubes of oils and mirrors everywhere, including the ceiling . One summer there was a risqué game played at work. Single men would take married women on a lunch date. My wife went to lunch with a particularly good looking young man, John. She had a great time. That fueled some semi innocent sex talking fantasies. While we were making love I would whisper to her "Would you like to fuck him?" This would get us excited and we'd have wild sex. We invited John to dinner at our place. Carol wore a gauze halter top that was completely transparent. She found numerous reasons to touch him and lean into him. We were making small talk and I mentioned to John that I had a photography project titled "Carol 29." The point of the project was to take pictures of her while she was at her physical peak. I showed John some of the pictures I had already taken. One picture in particular was of Carol in a silky strapless nightgown. Her nipples were prominent in that picture. I asked John if he wanted to help with the ...

... project. Of course he said yes. Over the next couple of weeks he and I took numerous pictures of Carol. Some were sexually overt. This put a lot of sexual tension in the air. It got Carol and I hot and we'd have great sex. Soon we were spending evenings at his apartment, at restaurants, movies and out dancing. The sexual tension grew. Carol and I started going to his house right after work. She told John she didn't want to get her work clothes all wrinkled. John lent her a T shirt to wear. She wore it like a very short dress over her skimpy underwear. Carol would sit on his couch cross legged, knees spread wide. He sat in a chair looking at her and making small talk. I'd sit beside Carol and rub her legs. John had a stuffed dog on his couch. Carol would casually move it back and forth suggestively between her legs. We could see her sexy underpants. At home we kept up our fantasy talk about her fucking him. We often stayed very late at his place. Carol would still be wearing the T shirt and by now had taken her bra off. One early morning after we'd had some wine and smoked some pot, I said, "We all need to go to bed." We went into his bedroom. We got in bed, Carol in between us. I said to Carol "Go ahead and kiss him, you know you want to." She turned to John and gave him a hot tongue kiss and a tight embrace. Without talking all of us got undressed. Carol looked incredible, Firm breasts, a great ass and a body built for sex. John was tall and thin. His cock was hard and pointing ...