The Debrief: Our First Threesome - His Perspective, Part II

Erotic massage quickly turns into a soft threesome

It was a Sunday morning. We had woken up early and, after working out, decided to take the car to get to our 10 am appointment with H in the city center.

Out of nervousness, we must have arrived about 45 minutes early for our appointment, so we went for a short walk around the building where H has her apartment. During the walk, we talked about what the experience would be like, imagining only a small part of what was about to happen.

Nervously, we rang the building's doorbell, waiting for a response. H, on the other side, opened the door and asked us to take the elevator to the top floor, where she was waiting to receive us.

The first glimpse of H was spectacular. She was wearing a dark green silk robe and had a smile that was half-innocent, half-mischievous. We greeted each other with two kisses and a warm gesture with her arm. I remember the smell of spring coming from her neck as she leaned forward to greet me.

H escorted us to the room, where there was a huge bed and quiet chill-out music was playing. The half-closed blinds allowed a soft ray of light to enter. H asked us to make ourselves comfortable while she went to get a bottle of water.

My wife and I were left alone in the room for a moment. The level of excitement between us was enormous. So much so that we couldn't resist the temptation to start kissing while one's hands slowly undressed the other and vice versa.

"Knock, knock - can I come in, guys?" H asked from outside the room.

When she entered with that green silk robe that subtly revealed her defined figure as she walked, my penis couldn't help but start to get hard.

What surprised me was when, as a result of the good vibe we had previously built with H in our first conversation, what should have started as a massage, perhaps with my wife lying on the bed while H and I explored her body with our hands, turned into something else.

H and my wife became entangled in a whirlwind of French kissing that drove me completely crazy. Until that moment, I had been the one carrying the weight of the initiative. So much so that the margin of doubt about whether my wife would be as eager to do this as I was wasn't resolved until the moment this whirlwind began before my eyes.

I wasn't prepared for something like this. As I said, the idea of an "erotic massage" as a couple, with a third person present, sounded like a bold and sensual step, but my mind had imagined a more controlled, more... sequential scenario.

What I was witnessing was a spontaneous eruption of desire between my wife and H, a whirlwind of French kissing that drove me completely crazy, and not in a bad way. Until that moment, I had been the one who had carried the weight of the initiative, the planning, the initial proposal. I had shouldered the uncertainty, the margin of doubt about whether my wife would be as eager to do this as I was. That doubt, which had been latent in me for weeks, months even, was not resolved until the moment this whirlwind began before my eyes.

Seeing my wife surrender with such passion, with such an ardent curiosity, to another woman was something I hadn't anticipated. A mixture of astonishment and immense excitement washed over me. My own thoughts dissolved into the sound of their kisses, the brush of their bodies, the intensity of that first moment. I felt like a privileged observer, a fortunate spectator of a revelation. It was clear that not only was I experiencing something new and liberating; my wife was also exploring a part of herself that had perhaps been dormant.

H, with her professionalism and natural connection, had managed to create a space of safety and permissiveness where my wife felt free to be herself, to explore her desire without reservation. Her hands slid down my wife's back, up and down, while their lips joined in a passionate dance. I couldn't look away. It was a hypnotic dance, a pure manifestation of the sexual curiosity that, according to my own graphs, inevitably grows with time.

The smell of spring that I had noticed on H's neck when I greeted her now mixed with the familiar scent of my wife, creating an intoxicating fragrance in the room. The chill-out music continued to play in the background, a perfect soundscape for the scene unfolding before me. I realized that my penis, which had already gotten hard upon seeing H enter, was now throbbing with an uncontrollable energy. It was an excitement that came not only from physical desire, but from the emotion of seeing my wife so free, so happy, so… herself.

“Don’t just stand there, handsome”

Suddenly, H pulled away from my wife and, with a mischievous smile, extended a hand towards me. "Don't just stand there, handsome," she said in a soft voice, inviting me to join the dance. Without a second thought, I approached, feeling the invisible barrier that had kept me as an observer dissolve. It was time to fully immerse myself in this experience, to let myself be carried away by the current of desire and connection that filled the room. This wasn't just an "erotic massage"; it was the beginning of an adventure that promised to redefine our relationship, a first step on a path of sexual exploration and freedom that was just beginning.

As soon as I approached, the atmosphere intensified. The observer's barrier dissolved completely, and I found myself in the center of their embrace. H took me by the hand and guided me gently to the bed, where my wife was already waiting for us, her eyes shining with excitement and a smile that told me the real journey was just beginning. The three of us settled onto the mattress, our bodies intertwining naturally, as if we had rehearsed this moment a thousand times.

The chill-out music continued to play, a rhythmic pulse that accompanied every movement. H, with a gentleness that surprised me, leaned towards me. Her eyes met mine for an instant, a look that promised the deepest pleasure. Then, with expert delicacy, her lips and tongue began to travel the length of my penis, which was already throbbing with a life of its own. It was a sensation of warmth and wetness that spread throughout my body, a pleasure that multiplied with every touch.

While H surrendered me to that experience, I felt the closeness of my wife. She had moved closer, her soft, wet lips finding mine in a sweet, deep kiss. Her hands caressed my chest, then moved down my abdomen, drawing slow, sensual circles. The contrast was exquisite: the intensity and skill of H below, and the tenderness and intimacy of my wife's kisses above. It was as if I were experiencing two worlds of pleasure at the same time, connected by my own body.

The room filled with soft sighs and moans. My senses were on high alert. I could feel H's warm breath on my skin, the softness of my wife's lips on mine, the brush of her hair against my cheek. The scents of their bodies, mixed with H's spring perfume, created an intoxicating atmosphere. Every second was an explosion of sensations, a confirmation that we had been right to open ourselves to this new dimension of our sexuality. My wife, beside me, looked at me with an adoration and desire that made me feel like the luckiest man in the world. This was a moment of deep connection, of limitless exploration, of shared pleasure that united the three of us in a completely new and exciting way.

The temperature ratches up even higher

The atmosphere in the room reached a new climax. As I caught my breath, my wife and H moved with an almost choreographed grace. H positioned herself over my wife, their bodies now more intimately intertwined. The kisses, once sweet and exploratory, became deeper, more urgent, a whirlwind of mouths and tongues that left no doubt about the passion flowing between them.

And then, I saw H's hand slide gently down my wife's body, moving with clear intent. Her expert fingers found their way, beginning a rhythmic and sensual massage that elicited a guttural moan from my wife.

It was a symphony of pleasure, each touch, each pressure, each sigh, another note in that melody of desire.

I watched them, completely dumbfounded. My penis, already at its maximum capacity, throbbed with an almost painful force. Every movement of H, every expression of ecstasy on my wife's face, fueled my own excitement.

It was a mixture of awe, adoration, and an uncontrollable desire. I saw them, immersed in their own world of sensations, and my body responded with an overwhelming urgency.

I felt my semen accumulating, an intense pressure crying out to be released. The desire to empty myself, to merge with my wife in that moment of pure surrender, became almost unbearable. It was a hypnotic scene, a spectacle of sensuality and vulnerability that completely captivated me. My mind was blank, only desire existed, the vision of these two women given over to pleasure, and the imperious need to be part of that final explosion, to pour all of my being inside my wife, culminating this experience that had brought the three of us to the limits of desire.

We unite our bodies

The moment I had longed for finally arrived. With my wife lying on her back, her eyes half-closed in pleasure and H to one side, witnessing every moment, I moved in to join her. The connection between us was palpable, a mixture of love, desire, and the thrill of the new. With a gentle movement, I joined my wife, feeling the warmth and wetness that welcomed me. It was the ecstasy of penetration, a perfect end to this symphony of sensations.

As we moved to the rhythm of pleasure, I turned my face towards H, who was watching us with an enigmatic smile. My left hand, with astonishing naturalness, found her thigh and slid smoothly, beginning to caress her intimacy. I kissed her, a soft kiss at first, which intensified with the heat of the moment. And with every brush of our lips, with every caress, I noticed my wife moaning, her sounds of pleasure growing louder, more urgent. Her body arched slightly, a testament to the excitement that engulfed her, an excitement that, I realized, was magnified by seeing my hand exploring H.

It was in that instant that a revelation struck me. It wasn't just the physical pleasure that made her moan like that; it was the sight, the awareness that I was interacting sexually with another woman. A hidden fetish, another layer of her sexuality that I had been unaware of, was revealing itself to me: it drove her completely crazy to see me in that intimacy with H, with my hand giving her pleasure while I penetrated her. It was another confirmation that this journey was just beginning, that we had opened a door to a universe of desires and explorations that promised to be even deeper and more exciting.

This first time, with H, was a sublime discovery of kisses and a blowjob, and now also the revelation of an unexpected fetish, an unbeatable beginning. But we knew, and now I more than ever, that this was just the start.

Climax

The climax of our shared journey was upon us, a crescendo of intertwined bodies and unleashed desires. As I continued to move within my wife, her moans becoming a fervent rhythm, H's touch on her clitoris grew more insistent, more passionate. My wife's hips began to buck, her breath catching in quick gasps. I felt her muscles tighten around me, a powerful clenching that signaled her impending release.

"Oh... oh God... yes!" she cried out, her voice raw with ecstasy. Her body trembled beneath mine, and a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, radiating outwards.

At that very moment, H, with a masterful stroke, brought herself to her own precipice. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her fingers clenched around my wife's clitoris for a final, exquisite squeeze. I felt her slight tremor, a silent signal of her own delicious surrender.

And then, it was my turn. The sight of my wife's raptured face, the feel of her body contracting around me, the knowledge that H was experiencing her own climax at the same time, shattered any remaining restraint. With a primal groan, I pushed deeper, pouring all of myself into my wife, a torrent of pure, unbridled sensation. My vision blurred with the intensity, my senses overwhelmed by the symphony of our shared release.

We collapsed together, a tangled heap of limbs and satisfied sighs. The room, once filled with the escalating sounds of desire, now held only the soft echoes of our spent breaths. We lay there, three bodies entwined, a silent testament to the extraordinary journey we had just completed. It was a release unlike any I had ever known, magnified by the collective pleasure, a bond forged not just through sex, but through the shared adventure of ultimate vulnerability and boundless exploration.

This was more than just a soft threesome; it was a revelation, a testament to the intoxicating power of shared desire and the endless depths of our sexuality.