Sharing Rachel - the future - Sex Stories

Sharing Rachel - the future

... process.&#034 &#034I think I know a guy who would be perfect,&#034 I said. Rachel looked surprised. &#034I'm all ears.&#034 &#034You remember Tim Fagan?&#034 &#034Tim Fagan?&#034 She frowned, thinking for a moment. &#034Yeah, I remember him. He was at John and Martha's engagement party. You went to grad school with him.&#034 She paused for a moment, bringing up his mental picture. &#034Cute guy. Very cute guy. Nice wife, too. So, um, why him?&#034 Tim and his wife Tracy, I explained, were experienced swingers. Although Tim teaches at a college upstate about two hours away, we kept in touch. The last time I saw him was a few months before at a professional conference. Over drinks at the hotel bar he revealed to me he and Tracy had been swinging for a few years. He also mentioned how they tried a few threesomes with other gentlemen as part of their experimentation. He described the experience as &#034mind-blowing&#034. &#034He's perfect,&#034 Rachel said. &#034He's cool with the concept. You're comfortable with him, or you wouldn't bring him up. I think he's hot. So, go set it up.&#034 It felt weird calling him up that afternoon, asking him if he would join me in fucking my wife. He listened as I outlined the situation in detail. He asked me a lot of questions and shared more of his own experiences sharing his wife. The conversation went on for more than an hour. He offered a lot of advice and also wanted to make sure I was ready for what I was getting myself into. &#034So ...

... when do you want me there?&#034 he asked. &#034Uh.&#034 I hadn't thought about that yet. &#034When's good for you?&#034 &#034Tracy 's away on business next weekend so I don't have anything going on,&#034 he said. &#034How's next Saturday?&#034 &#034Perfect.&#034 We hung up and I went and told Rachel. She was reading in the living room. &#034Next Saturday,&#034 I announced. &#034Next Saturday? Wow. Okay.&#034 The following week was one of the slowest of my life. We fucked on both Wednesday and Thursday nights, both of us a tangle of erotic tension thinking about the upcoming Saturday. After we finished on Thursday night, we lay cuddling. &#034I think there should be no more sex until Tim comes over,&#034 she said. &#034And that includes jerking off, mister. I want that cock rested and ready. Tim, too. Can you let him know?&#034 &#034I'm sure he already knows.&#034 Somehow the workweek ended and Saturday arrived. I was a bundle of nerves and went for a long bike ride in the morning to calm myself. I rode for over three hours, going way down the coast and feeling a little less anxious by the time I got back. Rachel seemed relaxed the whole day, going for her usual run in the morning and then laying on the couch reading for hours. Around three she got up and went off to the bathroom to clean-up. Tim pulled into our driveway right on time at four. I walked out to greet him. He looked good, fit and youthful. His hair was still cut short and he was clean-shaven. He wore a blue t-shirt ...