Continuing Our Exploration
I have recently been reading a few of these confessions, and I am not sure if they are real or if they are just peoples' fantasies. Mine is one hundred percent true and happened last New Year's Eve. Let me preface the story by first saying my wife and I have talked several times about doing it with another couple in a foursome. We have not only talked about it while having sex, but sober during the day as well. We had not talked about it recently before New Year's Eve, but we were at a casino in Atlantic City for a huge New Year's Eve celebration. It was one of those $150.00 per couple events. While at the concert portion of the evening, we met a couple of similar age that drove down from New York City. We had come from the suburbs of Philadelphia. The husband and I were the exact same age, thirty-four. His wife was thirty, and mine was thirty-two. His wife was super hot with a very big chest. Our wives really hit it off, acting like they were friends for ten years. He seemed like a pretty cool guy, very mellow, and was into many of the same things as us. Later, at the bar, we were all sitting around a big, round table. My wife and I took a drink order and went to the bar to get some drinks. I said to her, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She just laughed and called me a pig, but I know she was thinking the same thing as me — foursome. His wife was very flirty with me all night, so I told my wife she should be flirty with him as well. She just called me a pig again, and back we went to the table with four margaritas. By 1:00 AM, we were all very drunk, and his wife was barley able to form a complete sentence. I could feel my awesome fantasy night fading away with every additional shot his wife did. Eventually, his wife was barely able to keep her head upright, and he had to take her away. I told him we were going to hang out a bit more, so after he put her to bed he should come look for us. Then we gave him our cell numbers. After they left, my wife and I ordered one more drink. Just when we had decided we were going to call it a night, my cell rang. It was him. He said she had puked and passed out, but he still wanted to hang. I said okay. This is where I knew things might get interesting because as soon as I told that to my wife, she really perked up and almost looked happy he was coming back. I said, "Who's the pig now?" She just laughed. We had never really talked about a threesome before, and I didn't know what she was thinking or what to do next. We only had one more drink because it was then 2:00 AM, and the bars were closing. I suggested we all hop in a cab and go to an after hours club. But then my wife perked up and suggested we could all go back to our room and hit the mini bar. I said to him, "What do you want to do?" He said, "I'm down with your wife's idea." I said, "Okay!" Now, I knew he was into it as well as her! I found myself really getting excited. We got to the room, and I was way too excited to pour more drinks and keep up the charade. I felt we all knew what we were there for, and I wanted to start as quickly as possible. He was sitting on the other side of the room at one of those little tables by the window, and my wife and I were on the total opposite end of the room near the bathroom and the closet. I whispered to her, "Do you want to have a threesome?" She whispered, "Maybe after a few more drinks." I immediately pulled her into me and started kissing her. To my surprise, she went right down my pants, unzipped them, and pulled my package out. Although her back was to him, she obviously knew he was watching! With my right arm, I motioned him to come over, and he did. He came up behind her and immediately pulled her skirt down. She turned around, dropped to her knees, and took out his package. She started doing him right in front of me only two feet away. I have never been so turned on in my life! We soon made it to the bed and changed positions fifty times each. He left at about 7:00 AM, and we decided we would have lunch with him and his wife later that day. As it turns out, she was still puking the next morning, so they headed back to New York City. My wife decided she loved the experience and wants to continue our exploration. I have his card, and we have exchanged emails a few times. We are supposed to head back to Atlantic City soon. Maybe his wife will stay sober this time. I'll let you know if anything comes of it.
— Michael, 34