A handful of secret encounters with three other married dads over the past year and a half has convinced me to square off with a concern I had right before I first crossed that line: I would crave more.

Nursing the firm head of guy’s tool and slurping fresh cum from my fingers certainly stirs a new twist of excitement that cannot compare on equal footing to the intimate and explosive sex I have enjoyed with my wife of over 20 years.  When I began to tick along into my thirties, I became aware that I had fantasies of sucking cock.  The desire became so dominating that I finally took action and stepped into a new level of sexual satisfaction.

I began to drop comments to suggest that it would be fun to invite a guest into our bedroom but my wife's body language made it clear that the idea repulsed her.  One evening while we were looking at some mild fetish wear, I wandered over to the strapon page and raised my eyebrows with a smirk.  A cold, wet blanket killed the notion that this was going anywhere.

Unfairly, the thought of a MMF threesome would not leave my obsessive mind but I was pretty certain that the odds of a 40 year old married guy with average everything being accepted into a couple’s bedroom -- who just happened to be sane and who just happened to be at least as average as me and who just happened to be disease free -- was a monstrous -- no, near-impossible -- long shot.  But then there was Hope.

Hope is a friend my wife and I have known since gradeskool.  I even dated her a long, long time ago for a few weeks.  She has always been a heavy flirt and even made some moves on me about 15 years ago that did not really go anywhere except for both of us knowing that we both still had the goods to get some action on the side if it was desired.  As with many of our contemporaries, Hope picked up about 40 pounds to her petite frame after getting married and having a girl and boy but then after turning 40 last winter, she had enough and through regular trips to the gym and a change in diet, dropped 25 pounds and was looking quite tasty again.

My wife and I hosted a cookie exchange in December for our friends and Hope was among them.  She was brimming with a confidence I had not seen in years.  She made it a point to get in close to see whatever I was reading or doodling on and would pause with nicely average breast against my arm.  My wife commented that Hope had not seen my recent handywork I kept in the basement.  What a gift!  We both went downstairs and went through the motions of being interested in my hobbies but the real event was the electric charges going off between us as she leaned past me to pick up something I made.  A few more times, a breast was against my arm and our lips only inches away.  A noise upstairs spared an awkward moment and we adjourned with only guilty hearts planted with adulterous seeds.

That night as I lay in bed reviewing the episode, I could not turn off the idea that bloomed wildly in my imagination: would Hope be fired up -- or horrified -- with a threesome involving a couple of bi-men?  Her husband would likely vomit involuntarily all over his man-cave at the suggestion but that did not rule her out in my mind....