How I got my wife into threesomes.

This story is about the eagerness and ingenuity that can emerge in a person with the sole purpose of forcing situations to fulfill morbidities and fantasies. I wanted to play a game. As my mother used to say, in war and sex everything goes. I don't agree much with the phrase but I understand what it's trying to express.

My wife is beautiful, we're 30 years old, she has lovely legs, small but round breasts with nipples that I love sucking. Her ass takes the prize, she's ready to be taken all day. But I'm human and it's not enough for me. I have other fantasies.

One of my unfulfilled fantasies was quite simple: to make a threesome with my wife, whether man or woman. She never mentioned anything about it nor showed interest in this topic, but sometimes just a little push is needed.

I didn't want to make this request to my wife in the traditional way. My ways have never been direct, always the ant work gave me results, I have the necessary patience to lead a situation to the point I desire. I feel more comfortable in this role. Without a doubt she already knows me and is aware of my manipulative delusions, but there's always an opening to enter that innocent place where everything seems real and fortuitous and not part of a plan. I decided that the best option was to start by trying to set up a threesome with another man and take her between us. Later on, if everything went well, there would be time for a woman.

At first, I started planting ideas in her head, like subliminal messages but more direct. I made sure when we were having sex and she was in a moment of great excitement to make discreet, disimulated but very hot small mentions of how necessary it would be to have a second cock. It's a psychological exercise that I didn't always do when we had sex (medium-term relationship), otherwise my desire to introduce a third person into bed would have been very evident and I didn't want her to think that I had a fantasy that she couldn't fulfill for me, perhaps it would be frustrating. The idea is that she feels the need and desire to enter that game. To be honest, I wanted her to ask me. I wanted her to ask me for another cock while we're having sex. That way I'd be the one who accesses a fantasy that she thinks is hers but is actually mine. So I'd owe her one, and when I want to fulfill another (woman) I couldn't refuse by just returning favors. This way I'd fulfill two fantasies, she thinks we're even, but in reality I'd win 2-0.

In situations where she was being put on top of me while I was lying on the bed, I would exclaim if she wouldn't like it at that moment to have a cock in her mouth, and affirm excitedly and moaning, possibly licking just imagining what I proposed. When I was reclining and she was on top of me, I'd invite her to imagine being taken by her waist with one hand and gently but firmly pulling her hair with the other, and then putting it up her ass while I'm having sex with her and sucking those beautiful tits. It has a greater effect when you apply mentions during climax. At that moment you can mention that you want her to be screwed by an elephant and she'll say the elephant's cock is beautiful.

Moving in another direction in the story, I started with the objective. First, I'd comment on how contractured I felt for some days and how well a massage would come to me. Then my generosity would emerge and I'd invite her to be part of the massage too, as she had many knots and it would surely do her good. After several weeks, she felt the need for a massage. And that's exactly where I'd direct my fantasy.

The exciting thing was starting, setting up the whole scene and imagining the ending got me very hot. I opted to search for a male masseur on a escorts website. I found what I was looking for. It was a boy with red hair but almost shaved, pierced in his ear, tall, and very good physique, with a large tattoo on his back that curved to the pelvis. According to his info, he was slightly more gifted than me (not much). He was aesthetically the person I was looking for.

We initially contacted each other through WhatsApp and I gave him a summary of what I needed from his services. The game consisted of my wife going there thinking he was a traditional masseur. He had to perform a relaxing massage on her entire body, never forcing any situation. The idea was that he would get her so hot she'd want him to screw her. I explained this was all part of a fantasy and he responded that it wasn't necessary to clarify, as he was quite used to dealing with situations like this and often received much more unusual proposals. Very professional.

Later, I called him to request one last requirement, which obviously cost me extra money, and it was that the whole thing be filmed with a hidden camera. He agreed after making me promise a thousand times not to divulge the video and that any problem he had with my wife as a result would be mine to deal with. He even threatened me smilingly to find him if this action brought consequences. In short, the extra money I offered was the key to his acceptance and the closing of the deal. I reminded him again not to force any situation, that everything should happen naturally, and that if it didn't, no problem, as it was all part of a game. We arranged the day and time for my wife to go and we kept in touch.

Now I had to take care of the massage from my wife's perspective. I commented that I'd been investigating but hadn't decided anything yet. I opened an apocryphal Twitter account and designed a brochure with a promotion for a free first massage that I made Arrive at my real Twitter account. I showed her the promotion and insisted that she should be the one to go, and if the massage was good later I would go. She accepted after a light insistence. She asked me to call before and make sure everything was correct with the place and person. The next day I commented that I had called and it was a boy who was starting out in the theme, that he was attending at his house because he was setting up a salon, and gave me references for clients to call and ensure the quality of his work. All this left my wife more than satisfied. I clarified the day and time she should go.

The expected day arrives. I arrive in the afternoon after work and she is taking a bath to get ready to leave for her massage. I mention that she should wear comfortable clothes. The weather was warm. I let her know that they would probably give her a robe or cover her with something, so she shouldn't be embarrassed and bring as little clothing as possible. She listened, put on a white muscle shirt, a tiny thong (I wonder what she wore underneath), a cowboy short, and boots. I took her purse and she left for the appointment.

I sent a message to the masseur and informed him that she should prepare. He gave me the okay.

After almost two hours, I returned. I kissed her warmly as always, asked about the massage, and she said it was fine but not excellent. She could definitely find someone better elsewhere. I told her at least it had been free, so we didn't lose anything. I had ordered some pizzas that arrived just when we were talking about it and they interrupted us. While I went to receive them, she said she would take a quick shower because she smelled of oils. I returned and prepared everything, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. I took a beer from the fridge and served myself a glass. As I was drinking, I could hear the sound of the shower, so I ventured to take another one. the cellular and sent a message to the massage therapist asking if everything had gone well. More than well was his response, and I could retrieve the video when I wanted. I deleted the message due to doubts and stayed watching TV and drinking beer until I finished showering, then went to the room and returned to the table with only a thong and her bra on. I didn't want to delve into the topic because I knew it could make her feel uncomfortable. We ate while watching a movie.

After finishing dinner, we went out to the patio and smoked some cigarettes. I remained silent, contemplating the stars, and she was also silent, thinking. We entered again and I told her I was going to take a bath and go to bed. She replied that she would wait for me in bed. I got out of the bathroom completely naked, and she was lying down with her phone. I lay down, put her phone on the nightstand, knelt on the bed, and started to lower it until it was in my mouth. I sucked her perfectly. It lasted about 10 minutes without stopping for a second. By the time she got on top of me, I was completely wet. I was touching her and making her run fluid all over her ass, my finger glided in smoothly. Practically, she didn't let me do anything; she grabbed me like she wanted to. She did everything herself. She was very, very hot. To close a beautiful screw, she asked me to fill her face with cum, which I obviously didn't refuse, and made her lie down, then got on top of her face, rubbing myself while stroking her lips and filling her whole face with it. She swallowed as much as she could. At no point did I mention the things I was used to saying about someone else who screwed me along with me. End of an emotional day.

The next day, I couldn't wait to get out of work to go find the video. I arrived at the massage therapist's house and he received me quickly because, according to him, he was with a client. He brought me a pendrive and clarified that the video was there, and that I could leave the pen, generously. He made some hasty comments saying what happened where the conclusion was that everything had gone according to what was agreed upon. We clapped hands, he thanked me, I thanked him, and I left. I arrived at my house and told them that I had had a delay at work but that everything was solved. He offered to make some mates before going out to do some errands at the supermarket. I told him not to worry and to go so as not to be late. (there was nothing in the world I would have liked more than to stay alone to watch the video). Took something from the money and left. Waited a few seconds, making sure he didn't come back for any reason and turned on the PC and put the pendrive. Just like the masseur had mentioned, it contained the video. 57 minutes that I will try to summarize without leaving out any details. To clarify, both the audio and video exceeded my expectations. The location of the camera was ideal. It offered a transverse angle from the right side of his body, from his feet, rising diagonally to his head. The masseur always positioned himself on the opposite side, offering me a perfect view of all the details. Very good work done, recommended! The video begins, and only a traditional bed is seen. Not those that have a hole where the head fits, leaving the view downwards. Only the bed and a table with some bottles. The smoke from an incense stick was visible in the background. Next, he enters the shot and the masseuse starts talking to him, turning his head to one side. She enters the focus and they stand still. They continue talking. He invites her to sit on the bed. She does so while giving him her purse for him to put it somewhere that can't be seen. He talks to her for one or two minutes explaining what the massage consisted of. He asks her to get comfortable and start taking off her clothes, and he exits the camera. She never hesitated and began taking off her cowboy shorts before her sneakers, leaving a thread she had put on. On the massage table. He undoes and takes off her short socks and some short stockings she was wearing. She leaves the socks under the massage table and removes the muscular part that also supports it next to the short. She leaves her black bra on. He returns to the scene and brings a box for her clothes and a completely white towel with which she wraps her body. He exits again, and she ties up her hair making a bun. He returns and asks her to lie down face down, releasing the towel but leaving it covering her entire back and butt. He takes some oil, says something, lowers the towel slightly, and unfastens the clasp of her bra. He walks backwards, raises the towel slightly, and pours oil into his hand that starts dripping onto her ankles with both hands, rising to just before her butt. He performs the same procedure on both legs, massaging them for a minute each. Then he lowers the towel again to her knee crease. He advances and takes the top of it and lowers it to her waist, letting the oil drop this time in her lower back, not in his hands, and starts massaging the area going from the lower part almost to the shoulder, then lowering and repeating until the neck and then the other shoulder. He makes circular movements in the middle of her back and goes down slowly. He explained why each movement to her, and she nodded with a smile. The background music was faint.

He continued massaging her back for a few more minutes, which I liked because she loves having her back rubbed. She turns around and changes position to massage. She positions herself on top of the massage table, leaving her cock at the height of her head, which was lying down looking forward using both arms as a pillow. No more than 25 or 30 cm separated her bulge from my wife's mouth. I continued massaging her back from that position, opening both arms and passing them discreetly, every time I could, along the sides of her breasts that were left uncovered, since the straps fell one on each side. I couldn't see her face, but I imagined her licking herself for lowering her jogging and starting to suck it. She was in the ideal position.

He walked towards the middle, rubbing his hands together, stopped and asked her to turn around. He held the towel while she took him by the front of his shirt with one hand and leaned on the other to turn around. The way he held the shirt didn't prevent both breasts from being seen almost entirely when she turned. He dropped the towel and let it fall over her to adjust her position. First, at the bottom, lifting her up almost to the height of her pussy, then up, taking the strap of his shirt discreetly that was sticking out from under the towel that covered her, and leaving it in the box where the clothes were. I reached until half of her breasts were left uncovered.

I went back to her legs again, but this time on the front of them. I massaged from her feet to her groin with both hands, making the towel rise higher each time, until I could see the part of the thong that covered her pussy. I continued the same procedure on the other leg. Each comment he made was met with a brief response accompanied by a smile.

He took another step forward and raised his towel so it only covered her breasts, nothing more. This way, he started to oil her abdomen. He caressed her entire surface with both hands, lowering until he stopped in small movements in that area. She had her head tilted to the left and wasn't moving at all. She was probably already getting wet.

After finishing that part of her body, he located himself again at the height of her head. He took oil and poured it into one hand, then let it fall over her chest, between her breasts and her neck. He started massaging in that area with both hands. They were filtering more and more under the towel and pressing against her tits. With every movement I made, I got my cock as close to her head as possible, constantly rubbing against it. The situation was unique, she was almost naked in a stranger's house, being lubricated from all sides, being touched everywhere, already caressing her tits and putting my cock next to her face.

I had already forgotten about her chest and only emphasized grabbing her tits. She was looking up at me with her head, probably making eye contact with me above her. I took a bold step and ran the towel completely off without saying a word, leaving her tits completely exposed. She didn't even flinch. I grabbed one with each hand and passed them smoothly, causing the erect nipples to hit these and sink back out when I removed them.

I dropped some oil from the bottle onto her two tits and started caressing them one by one with both hands.

I walked back to the middle of the bed, asked him to turn around again and stay on his back. This time she stood up, covering herself in front and leaving her whole ass exposed. She lay down without covering herself, leaving the towel under her. I took the oil again and this time let it fall in the middle of her ass, like someone who is finished and lets the cum sink deep. She was already looking agitated and waiting to be fucked.

He started grabbing her ass with that small thong that seemed lost and didn't seem to have anything on. His hands made pressure on her cheeks over and over again, passing his pinky finger along the seam every time he could. He lowered himself to her groin and brought his hand as close as possible to her pussy. She started moving her back and her hands. I noticed it and did what had to be done. I took her thong with both hands, one from each side, and started pulling it down while she was making it easy for me. lifting first his belt and then his legs. Once naked, she takes him by the belt to make her turn around, she does it without losing sight of him. She reclines and he begins to masturbate her with his right hand, and with his left hand, he lowers the jogging pants enough for his cock to come out hard as a rock, he approaches her so that she can start sucking it. She was desperate, taking him by the ass with one hand and seemed to want to swallow his cock. He leaves everything and takes off his sweater, socks, and then his pants. He gets on the bed, takes her legs making her knees end up at each extremity of his head, and with all her ass lifted, he puts it in her pussy and starts fucking her strongly. He hit every time he moved back and forth. She moaned and screamed like a slut. He makes her get down on all fours and continues to fuck her opening her ass with his hands. He pushes her until she ends up lying on her back with him on top of her, putting it in her with all his strength, she moves her legs all around. He gets up and starts sucking her ass while she's still lying there. She then stands up, leans on her breasts and head on the bed, giving him her whole ass and he cums in her while manhandling all her breasts and she comes too. He fills her ass with cum. Finally, she asks to go to the bathroom a few seconds later, he stays sitting on the bed naked. She returns without saying anything and starts changing. I think he wanted more, but she finally takes his wallet and leaves without even greeting him. He looks at the camera, smiles, shrugs his shoulders, approaches and cuts off the filming. I could see the complete video. I took out the pendrive and put it away in a place where no one will find it, a false bottom in my lamp table where I keep some bills for personal expenses.

She returns and everything goes back to normal. At night, already getting along and she very hot, I whisper if she wouldn't like it, just at that moment What was she doing to me in four, having a cock inserted into her mouth. She tells me how much she'd love another cock in her mouth. I start giving it to her harder and harder, telling her how much I'm getting turned on when she says she wants another one, and starts saying that if I get turned on, she'll get two cocks for us. I take out my cock and throw it all over her back, then spread it around like oil and massage her back. I imagine what must have gone through her head.

The next day, I send a message to the masseuse. This time, telling him that the intention was for me to go, with her accompanying me, and so on, we'll get it done. She accepts without thinking. I propose it as an opportunity in such a way that he seems like the beneficiary, and it works. She agrees to do it without charging.

That same night, I tell my wife that the next day, when she gets out of work, I'm going to stop by her place for a bath and then want to get a massage at the same place where she had attended. I ask her to come with me. At first, she refuses and invents excuses for a long time. But finally, I convince her. I imagine how uncomfortable it must have been for her! She didn't know it could go that far!

The next day, I do everything just like that, take a bath, and tell her we're going to the masseuse's place together. We arrive, ring the doorbell, and she receives us. Pay attention to her face when she sees him, and it's as if they don't know each other. I greet her as I would, and invite us to sit down and wait a minute until everything is ready. At that moment, another idea occurred to me.

Just as the masseuse finishes setting up his things and returns, I tell her that she'll get another massage first, and then I will. She can't believe what I said and refuses. I try to make her understand that days ago, she told me how much she relaxed with the massage and that it's good for us both to do one since we're already there. take her to the massage table, now she's dilitative. My partner enters into action and starts insisting on it, we were already two. We won by exhaustion. She agreed and I took her to the massage table. This time she was taking off her clothes with modesty, knowing that I was observing calmly again. She wrapped herself completely in a towel and started working as a masseuse again just like the first time, although with some changes in routine. She started on her back this time, already lowering the towel and unbuttoning the entrance buckle. Once she finished the massage on that part of the body, she went down to her legs, and without any covers, she lifted it up as much as possible until she touched her ass. She wasn't looking at me, and I was expectant. At one point, the masseuse gave me an opening, called me over and invited me to stand next to him and appreciate how he was doing the massage so that I could learn some techniques. He lifted his hands from her ankles, applying pressure, until he rubbed her pussy. She turned her head in my direction. I encouraged him to try it with the other leg, and we both started doing it. We rubbed her pussy with the outer part of our hand when we reached the top and massaged her pubic area. He started massaging her shoulders while asking me to keep the same movements. After a few seconds, I ventured to remove the towel and leave her ass exposed. She didn't refuse, she made no comment or movement. I started moving my hand towards her ass until it touched it, getting closer every time like it wasn't just a massage. I lifted my hand up to her lower back and slid it under her thong, lifting it all the time. He positioned himself in front of her, where his cock rubbed against her face while he continued massaging her back and lowering her down the sides towards her breasts. She started having involuntary movements. She was getting hot. I leaned over, took off her thong, and started pulling it down. She whimpered timidly. I pulled it all the way down and started licking her ass, passing through all the... language and lowering it to its use the word: pussy everything that allowed my position. I was already completely wet. She stretched her arms and unbuttoned the masseuse's cowboy, put her hand inside, pulled out the cock and started sucking it. While she touched me, I started to change positions and he did the same. She was already naked. We held her for an hour and a half. She was going crazy sucking both cocks at the same time, didn't know which one to put in her mouth, sometimes tried to suck them together. Recumbent on the massage table, she had me on top of hers while the masseuse broke her ass. She loved it, told me that moment she lacked a cock in her mouth and smiled complicitly. We alternated roles and then my ass was mine. She got tired of sucking our cocks, we took her every possible way, kissed her all over. She didn't get tired of telling me how nice it was to be screwed by two cocks. There was no clean place to throw more cum. They say if sex is good, it's always dirty, so I imagine we were well. End of the day of the best screw of my life, and for her too, without a doubt.

Days later, I get a message on WhatsApp while I'm working. It's her writing:

_when two cocks are back?_

I respond: _it was you already, now we have to find the second pussy!!!_

_good... it's just. She says._

I respond by sending her a smiling face with glasses, and I'm already thinking about how to convince her to bring a friend from work who is super screwable.