Fulfilling Her Dreams © 2023 by David Lee
After going out for dinner to celebrate their 5th anniversary, two lovers shared their bodies and reminisced about how wonderful their life was together. They knew it would never have turned out that way had they not been willing to engage in something many of their friends would consider scandalous.
Jeff and Beth had married entirely too young. They weren't really mature enough to make a lifetime commitment. Perhaps, if they'd grown up in another time or place, things would have been different. Jeff's mother, Vera, was hyper-religious, the type who would have joined "Moms for Liberty" the moment the organization came into being, had she not died several years before its inception. She considered herself to be a warrior in the "culture wars," espousing all their core beliefs. According to her, those liberals needed to be stopped from allowing children access to books she deemed harmful. Kids needed to be sheltered from anything which taught tolerance for gays and lesbians.
Her husband, George, had a more live-and-let-live philosophy. He didn't share Vera's notion that everyone should be forced to conform to what she thought was right. However, he let her set the tone with how their kids were reared. It was the path of least resistance and he tended to avoid conflict.
Jeff followed his mother's rules closely - his sister, Cathy, not so much. When she got pregnant at 17, Vera pushed her into a hasty unhappy marriage which was bound to fail.
Because of Vera's pressure, Jeff remained a virgin throughout his high school days. From the time he had reached puberty, his mother had drummed into his head that he was not supposed to engage in any sexual activity before being legally wed. This was especially difficult since their church taught against any form of self-gratification as well. Of course, there were times when he couldn't keep his vow not to masturbate. The pressure would build up and then he'd pound his swollen appendage until it spewed. With the sensation of relief came a sense of guilt. Many times in his teens, he suffered from self-loathing.
Then, he went off to get his degree at Liberty University because Vera was an ardent follower of televangelist Jerry Falwell who had turned a small Baptist college into a larger school with the help of his minions. Even though his son, Jerry, Jr. was not the religious fireball his father was when he became president, the original rules still prevailed. In that environment, the repression continued.
Not having an adequate outlet for his sexual needs, Jeff was eager to get married as quickly as possible so he could experience what movies and TV hyped as the most exciting thing in the universe.
Elizabeth Porter (Beth) had been bought up in a similar religious atmosphere, but she didn't buy into it to the extent that Jeff did. She would have done the deed with him, soon after they began dating in college, if he'd tried to pressure her. However, she knew better than to take the lead lest she get labeled as a harlot, whom her perspective mother-in-law would surely shun.
When at last the two were legally wed, sex wasn't as great for either of them as they'd expected it to be. Jeff had avoided books on the subject and hadn't even looked on the `net for articles which might have made him a better lover. Being well-hung, he definitely had the equipment, but he lacked the background knowledge to make the best use of it.
The good thing they had going for them in this situation was the ability to communicate. They honestly shared their frustrations.
"Honey, I'm sorry that I'm not a better lover," Jeff said sadly. "I'm trying to do the best I can to make you happy."
"Perhaps that's part of the problem. Maybe you're trying too hard. I mean, sex is supposed to be fun, not a duty. You certainly have the "hard" part taken care of. That's a big wand in your pants!"
"Thanks. Is it too big to be comfortable?"
"No, I love it! I think maybe I need more of, you know, like warming up before you stick it in me. We can work on that. Maybe we should consider having a little wine to loosen us up before we start."
Taking Beth's advice, Jeff went to the grocery store to purchase a mild white wine. This was a liberating venture for him because his mother had never allowed any form of alcohol in the house, not even cooking wine! This was his first conscious act of going against the wishes of his deceased parent. Doing so brought him a kind of guilty pleasure.
The Reisling he had chosen went will with the German cuisine which Beth had prepared that evening. They both enjoyed the taste and the relaxation which accompanied it. They were, however, careful not to over indulge in either food or drink so that they wouldn't be uncomfortable for what they planned to do later.
Being more at ease helped Jeff take a laid-back approach. He concentrated on the feelings they were experiencing instead of the need to have an orgasm. As a result, sex was more intense for both of them.
Their sex life improved, but Beth still wanted more, and Jeff felt like something was missing too. In confiding in some of her close girlfriends, Beth discovered that they used toys to heighten the intensity of their orgasms. She discussed it with Jeff and he went to the adult shop in the next town over so that none of their acquaintances would see him entering a place like that.
He browsed the shelves checking out the vast array of "marital aids." Some of them impressed him to the point that he began to throw wood. He selected a dildo vibrator for Beth and a sleeve-type one for himself. He was confident that he'd done this without being seen by anyone he knew until a colleague from work sidled up to him with a recommendation about the products he was about to purchase.
"If I were you, I'd opt for the Fleshlight®. It's better than that sleeve and costs only a few bucks more and that other dildo has a wider range of speeds than the one you've chosen."
"Oh, do you speak from experience?" Jeff asked before he realized who he was talking to. Then he blushed deeply.
"I had a sleeve and it didn't last very long before the vibrating unit failed.
"And by the way, we're `total strangers' who don't know each other." Steve grinned.
"Thanks. My wife thought we should, um try some toys to spice things up, if you know what I mean."
"You don't owe me an explanation. I don't judge anyone for exploring their sexuality in any way they choose."
"Thanks! I'm so embarrassed."
"I couldn't tell. I thought crimson was your natural color," Steve joked.
After Jeff got over his self-consciousness, the two of them continued to talk about the benefits of toys and videos as ways of heating things up. They even went into a booth together to watch a little porn. Then, they stopped for coffee before heading back to their homes.
"What took you so long?" Beth asked when Jeff returned.
"You won't believe this, but I ran into Steve Haas from work at the adult shop. He made some recommendations about toys. We even watched a bit of porn together. We both got a wet spot in our jeans."
"Ooh! That's kinky. He's the guy with the beautiful blue eyes, right?"
"Yeah, that's the one. He's really quite nice. We stopped at Starbucks to chat a little bit. So, that put me behind schedule."
"Well, it was all for a good cause. I've been getting a wet spot in my undies waiting for you. Let's get in the shower to get squeaky clean, and then we can try out those goodies you bought!"
Beth thought it would be cool to watch Jeff get off with his new toy. She used it on him to make him cum. Then, she wanted him to do the same for her with the vibrating dildo. She got off big-time. Having him see her in the throes of a great orgasm made her all the hotter. Something about the voyeuristic nature turned her on more than usual. This led them into a discussion of possibly including another person in their playtime.
Jeff was skeptical. He wasn't certain that their relationship would survive a threesome. He was concerned that Beth might like how another male made love to her better than what he did. He knew he'd grown up without having any experience and he didn't feel self-confident.
Seeing his reticence, Beth didn't push the subject. She would wait until he'd had a chance to get accustomed to the possibility before she brought it up again. In time, she was convinced that he would agree to it.
The subject of threesomes came up about a month later when news broke of a scandal involving Jerry Falwell, Jr. and his wife Becki. It included a pool boy named Giancarlo Granda they'd met at the Fontainebleau Hotel in Florida. According to reports, Becki and Giancarlo had sex while Jerry got drunk and looked on. There were other rumors about what the three of them had done together as well as stories of Becki giving head to a student who was a friend of her son Trey at Liberty University where Jerry was president.
In the fallout that ensued, Jerry got ousted from his position and other family members lost their jobs at the school. He tried unsuccessfully to sue the university for defamation of character. Liberty University, in turn, sued him over his drunken behavior and the scandal which they claimed led to a drop in enrollment and loss of funding from donors.
"See, even the leader of our alma matter has tried sex with other people. According to what I read, Becki and Jerry are still together. Evidently, it didn't mess up their relationship," Beth pointed out when she showed Jeff the articles on the web.
"No, but he still lost a lucrative position and any respect people had for him in the past."
"But you and I aren't in that kind of situation. We're not high profile. We would just have to find someone who could keep his mouth shut, unlike that Granda dude."
"You said his' and not her' so I assume you want to do this with another guy. That doesn't do a lot for my ego."
"I wouldn't expect to have intercourse with him. Perhaps he could go down on me while you stimulated my nipples. I might even enjoy watching the two of you jack each other off. I know you missed out on what a lot of boys do growing up. We were both deprived because of the repression of our churches. Maybe I could play around with another woman sometime and you could watch or even join in. We deserve to have fun to compensate for how we were brought up!"
Jeff found himself warming to the idea of engaging in a menage a trois -- a term which sounded sexier to him than "threesome." It did gall him that the president of his alma mater had been in some way involved in this kind of behavior along with drinking excessively while students were prohibited from participating in either. Beth and he now enjoyed an occasional drink as part of their rebellion against the university's strict moral code. Perhaps engaging in some kind of taboo sexual behavior would prove to be the ultimate freeing experience.
Once he accepted the idea, the next thing was to find a suitable person to join them. Beth still seemed to want it to be a male. As Jeff thought about it, he decided that was okay. He would feel awkward about having sex with another woman. In fact, he wasn't turned on at all by the scent of a woman.
The opportunity to find that person came unexpectedly at the 4th of July picnic his company sponsored. Everyone brought side dishes or chips and watermelon while the business provided brats and burgers in plentiful supply. The boss manned the grill, cooking everything to perfection. He loved being able to mingle with his employees in an informal atmosphere. It was even more conducive to camaraderie because of the ice cold keg and variety of wines.
If it hadn't been for the ample supply of food, the crowd might have become too oiled to drive home. As it was, most people either paced themselves or left the driving to a spouse or partner who was sober.
"Old blue-eyes" Steve was among the guests, of course. After he'd had a little beer to remove his inhibitions, he sidled up to Beth and Jeff.
"So, how's everything in your lives? Are you having fun?"
"We are!" Beth exclaimed. "I understand you had a hand in making it happen and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart."
"I'm always happy to `lend a hand' to increase the pleasure of my friends," Steve said in a way that Jeff took as a lead-in to some kind of tryst.
"Have you considered lending more than your hand?" Jeff asked, getting into the inuendo.
"I would certainly consider it with the right couple," Steve grinned.
"We have a new hot tub in our backyard. If you don't have something else going on tonight we could share it with you," Beth said.
"That would be great, but I don't happen to have a swimsuit in my car."
"There's a tall privacy fence, so we simply go in our birthday suits," Jeff smiled. "So, after the fireworks, we might set off a couple of Roman candles or something."
Beth could tell that the men were interested by the bulges in their shorts. This could be a hot evening in more ways than one!
The party broke up shortly after the end of the fireworks display, which had begun as soon as it was dusk. Therefore, quite a bit of the evening remained before bedtime. Steve followed his colleague's car to their home. Once there, Jeff opened the doors on their three-stall garage so Steve could park inside also. Always conscious that someone might wonder about a strange car in the drive, Jeff liked to be discreet.
Steve admired the interior of their home. On the way through the kitchen, Beth filled three goblets with Chardonnay to drink on the patio by the hot tub. The three of them got comfortable as the men shed their shirts and Beth removed her tank top.
"You must be hot with your bra on," Steve said. "Let me help you out of it. Women have a right to go topless too."
As he said that, he deftly undid the hooks and freed her pert breasts. Then, he cupped them in his hands. Beth practically purred. She loved the attention.
"Why don't we all cool off under the shower before we get into the spa?" she suggested. "The water temperature is set at a comfortable level so we shouldn't warm up a lot once we're in there."
The three of them stripped completely and gathered around the showerhead. Once they were wet, Beth passed around a bottle of shower gel which they applied to each other's bodies. This entailed a lot of intimate touching which made the men firm up rapidly. Beth took a washcloth and made sure she cleansed all the private places on both of them. Then, she invited them to do the same for her. Being soaped up from in front and behind at the same time increased her libido as well.
In the hot tub, Beth sat at an angle near a jet which she knew would be stimulating. The men knelt on each side of her and licked her nipples. She moaned in appreciation.
"I wish one of you could use the dildo on me, but I fear it may not be waterproof."
"We can fix that," Steve insisted. "Do you have any condoms?"
"Yes, I'll go get both," Jeff offered.
While he was gone, Steve continued to nuzzle Beth's tits while fingering her clitoris. She was nearing an orgasm when her husband returned with the vibrator sealed inside a condom with a knot to keep it dry. He handed it to Steve who turned it on medium and gently inserted it in her vagina. Then both men turned their attention to her nipples again.
In a matter of a few minutes, Beth was gasping in the throes of a climax which went beyond anything she'd ever experienced in the past. She kissed them in turn, starting with Jeff.
"Oh Guys, I saw better fireworks just now than they had at the party! That was awesome. I see two big Roman candles that need attention. Please lie on your backs and one of you put your legs over the other with your balls touching so I can treat them equally."
Pulling the pads from two loungers, the guys quickly got into position. Jeff couldn't believe how good it felt to have Steve's gonads rubbing against his. He was on fire even before he sensed Beth's tongue between their dripping phalluses. She managed to get her lips around both, but she couldn't get them into her mouth at the same time because of their girth. Therefore, she took them in one at a time, trying to give each the same amount of attention.
When both men began to whimper, she rubbed the slippery heads together which stimulated their sensitive frenula. The friction created a sensation verging on pain, but it sent shockwaves through their systems causing simultaneous eruptions worthy of the fireworks Beth had alluded to. Both men saw stars!
The guys wanted nothing more than to kiss in the heat of the moment, but they held off, intimidated by Beth's presence.
The three of them relaxed for a time in the hot tub and then showered together once more, but they didn't dress. Beth made popcorn which they enjoyed on the patio under the stars.
Steve began to dress to go home, but his hosts prevailed upon him to sleep over with them in their king-sized bed.
In the morning, Steve went home after breakfast with an invitation to spend the following weekend together. He readily accepted.
Steve arrived after lunch on Saturday. The trio again played in the hot tub with the men getting Beth off with their tongues and the vibrating dildo. She was soon satisfied, but they were not. After they'd rested a bit, Beth said she wanted to watch them masturbate together. In fact, she'd like to see them give one another a helping hand. Her voyeuristic side was beginning to show again.
Jeff was excited and a bit apprehensive. He was beginning to feel an attachment to Steve -- something he hadn't anticipated. Through his repressive childhood, he'd never bonded with another male. He'd seen articles on the web about bromances and wondered if this was what he was experiencing. Could he be bisexual?
Doing something which had been prohibited for most of his life made Jeff about as horny as he could remember. Holding his friends hot, hard cock in his hand sent a thrill through his body.
They began with slow sensual strokes which made the precum flow freely. Beth watched with fascination. She knew about the natural lube produced by the Cowper's gland, but she'd never seen it happen because it had been dark when she had licked them before. She touched her index finger into the combined pool and stuck it into her mouth. She enjoyed the taste again and licked both of them clean. The feeling of her tongue on their glans increased their lust. Moments later, they produced gushers which she licked up and swallowed.
The weekend wasn't one long session of sex, however. They cooked dinner together on the grill and even played cards before sleeping again in the big bed.
Visits by relatives and other obligations meant a hiatus in their joint relationship. Beth's desire for a threesome seemed to have cooled down and she was content with what the two of them did in their bed. Jeff didn't enjoy it as much but pretended to for her sake.
At work, Steve and he became closer friends. They got in the habit of taking their lunches and breaks together. It didn't appear out of place to their boss or colleagues since they were constantly collaborating in their job duties.
Since Beth didn't seem to be as hot for participating in a threesome as she had in the beginning, Jeff assumed that he might not be sharing any sexual interludes with Steve as he had been. The thought made him sad, but he knew it wasn't realistic to hope it would last forever.
Steve also appeared to be disappointed that things had cooled down. On a Friday when they were alone in the restroom, he voiced his feelings.
"Um, are we on for anything this weekend?"
"No threesome, if that's what you mean. It's that time of the month for her and she's also attending a bachelorette party which involves an overnight. The girls are meeting for lunch tomorrow and then going shopping. I think they have a male stripper on tap for entertainment in a private room at the Hilton. They're all staying over so they don't have to worry about anyone having too much to drive safely. Since the wedding is a week later, I suspect they might party pretty hard."
"Does that leave you free? Would you care to spend the night at my place or would that be cheating?"
"Do we have to give it a label? I think it would be awesome."
Jeff met Steve for lunch at a little café not far from Steve's condo. Jeff had told Beth that the two of them planned to hang out together and she didn't say anything negative. She had joked when she left for her lunch that he shouldn't do anything she wouldn't. He, in reply, said that left him a lot of options.
After eating, the guys went to Steve's place. It was in a good neighborhood and had several amenities, including a very private hot tub. Since the three of them always went bare-assed at Jeff's house, there was no question about what they should wear.
After they'd soaked for about 10 minutes, Steve took the initiative and pulled Jeff into an embrace. Then, for the first time in their relationship, he kissed Jeff on the mouth. Jeff kissed back. Before long, they were exploring one another's dental work.
When they came up for air, both grinned.
"I've wanted to do that for a very long time," Steve sighed.
"Me too.
Their new closeness was liberating. They were soon licking and nibbling on other parts of their bodies. When they ended up mouth to crotch, it was Jeff who took the initiative this time. He licked the end of Steve's throbbing cock and then took it into his mouth. Steve followed suit without being prompted.
They spent some time licking each other's balls before sucking in earnest. Given the excitement of these new adventures, each was soon rewarded with a large warm load. With gasps and moans of appreciation, the guys kissed again and swallowed their blended nectar. In the afterglow, they embraced and expressed their joy.
On the following Saturday afternoon, Steve found himself naked in the backyard with his friends again. This time, Beth had another fantasy she wanted to try -- that of making a video of the men engaged in frottage while she directed their moves. Before it stated, she showed the men a video she'd found online. It was of two blond guys outdoors by a creek who licked and kissed and eventually rubbed off on each other. The sight of it made the guys hard and dripping even before engaging in this new behavior.
Beth had them begin with a sensual shower in which she asked them to spend a lot of time soaping one another's body and then grinding their crotches together. It wasn't long before their instincts took over and they were experiencing a sexual high which they'd never known in the past. They hungeringly ravished one another's mouth while rubbing their cocks together between them. Steve came first, spewing his cum on their taut abs. Jeff slipped his big phallus between Steve's legs while the latter pushed them tightly together to provide more friction. Suddenly, Jeff's cock exploded sending gobs of jizz down Steve's legs. After they both came, the kept nuzzling and kissing in the afterglow.
Beth recorded all the action, including the cum-shots. Suddenly, she realized what she'd done by including a third person in their relationship. She hadn't fallen in love with Steve, but her husband had.
Their divorce was amicable and neither felt they'd been taken advantage of. Beth bought out Jeff's interest in their condo and that gave him the funds to buy into Steve's.
One of the girls from the bachelorette party moved in with Beth after things were settled. The two of them married as soon as the divorce decree was issued.
Jeff and Steve didn't rush to the altar. However, after three years of living together, they went to the courthouse to make it official.
Interestingly, neither Beth nor Jeff ever suggested to their partners that they'd like to have a threesome. They seemed to be satisfied with the love and companionship they'd found.
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Author's notes: This story is entirely fictional, but it was inspired by a reader who met his partner because his wife was interested in having a threesome. Little did she know that she was introducing him to the guy who would fulfill his dreams. Thank you, "Jeff!"