First Threesome: Wheelchair, Wife’s Skirt, and Table Tennis Tension
Our living room table, cluttered with empty beer bottles from the ping-pong match. Heart hammering. I’d wheeled down to the cellar with Gregory, elevator humming like my nerves. ‘What do you think of my wife?’ Sweat beaded. He shrugged, polite. ‘She’s hot, but you’re my friend.’ Boom. ‘Wanna fuck her?’ His eyes widened. Stunned silence. ‘Sure, if you mean it.’ No turning back. Back upstairs, pretending normal. Beers flowed. Wife tipsy, skirt hugging thighs—I hate pants on women. Matches done, I blurt, ‘Last drink at home?’ She nods, buzzed. Gregory fidgets, anxious yes.
Home. Pear liqueurs poured. She’s still in that skirt I dislike. ‘Change,’ I snap. She hesitates. ‘Why?’ ‘Just do it.’ She vanishes. Gregory and I sip, chat nonsense, tension thick. Door creaks. Miniskirt black, button-front, white blouse. Stunning. Heart races. ‘Isn’t she gorgeous?’ Gregory nods, throat dry. ‘Even better without clothes.’ She fetches smokes—forgot what. Back, I pull her waist, kiss deep. Hand slides to skirt hem, under. She startles, pulls back. ‘We’re not alone.’ ‘So? He’s a buddy. You like him, right?’ Air electric. Fear. Desire. Pulse thuds.
The Approach
Eyes locked, fingers unbutton miniskirt slow. No resistance. Falls to ankles. White lace thong peeks. Full kiss now, unbuttoning blouse. Off it goes. Bra matches, body flawless. She’s flushing, embarrassed. Gregory frozen, watching. ‘Don’t leave him hanging.’ She drifts to him. They kiss. I guide her hand under his shirt—off. Unhook her bra. He grabs tits. I unzip him. She turns, kisses me. I peel thong down. Ass bare for him. She drops his pants, kneels. Slip down. Cock springs, thick. Looks at me—nod. Sucks natural, hungry.
The Instant
‘On the table, back.’ Pussy soaked, first time seeing her this wild. I lick brief. Then him. He dives in. She moans real. I fade back. Couch next—fucking starts. Awkward, they shift to guest room. My presence kills it. I wheel to bed, fake sleep. She joins later, spent. Silence.
Morning, normal. No words. Fidelity cracked. I’d pushed, fearing she’d cheat secret. Now, open. Innocence gone—mine too. Heart still echoes that elevator ask. Raw, scary thrill. Opened doors we couldn’t close. First step into chaos, pulse never same.
