Can a woman share an intimate relationship with two men?
What happens when a happily married woman falls in love with another man? It's possible for two men to share a meaningful relationship with the same woman.
My Life
After twenty-eight years of marriage and raising a family, my husband and I were happy and ready to enjoy our time together.
We purchased a camper in the summer of 2012 and enjoyed traveling together. We hired a young man we knew to care for our house while we were away. He mowed the lawn and checked the mail while balancing his regular full-time job. It was an ideal arrangement that worked well for both parties.
After storing the RV that fall, we found ourselves in a unique situation. The gentleman looking after our house during the summer faced a difficult divorce. When he was suddenly forced to leave his home, we felt it was only right to invite him to move in with us. We had developed a strong bond, and the camaraderie we shared made it a natural and supportive choice for all of us. Embracing friendship in difficult times can create a haven for everyone involved.
Throughout that winter, our relationship and friendship continued to grow and flourish. Dave and my husband quickly became best friends while I found myself experiencing an undeniable attraction and sexual energy toward Dave that I tried to ignore. I acted as though it wasn’t there.
An awakening
I found myself dreaming about Dave at night; my dreams were sordid, filled with passion and hot, forbidden sexual encounters that woke me up in a state of arousal. Despite my best intentions, I tried to repress these feelings and dreams, but my mind would be filled with improper reflections and images of hot, wild sex in exotic places with our friend Dave.
When we talked, Dave and I became more flirtatious, and I began to feel like a teenager with her first crush. While my stomach was filled with butterflies and my body quickly became aroused around Dave, I felt guilty deep inside and worried about my husband's reaction if he were to notice the affection between me and our house guest.
I began to notice Dave's physique, and my mind would daydream, wondering what he looked like when he was undressed. One evening, I was sitting on the couch in our family room when Dave walked in wearing a loose-fitting pair of basketball shorts without a T-shirt. When he sat on the sofa beside me, I could see the front of his shorts dip, exposing the top of his thick, curly, black pubic hair. I swore I could see a bulge forming in the front of his shorts that looked immense; my mind was racing, wondering what it would be like to pull the front of his shorts down and expose his penis to my gaze.
Despite it being early in the evening, I could not stand it, and I quickly excused myself, saying I was going to go to bed and read before turning in. Once in bed, my nipples were as hard as diamonds, and my vagina was swollen and moist with excitement. I lay in the dark, touching myself, but wanted more. I needed more. I got up, put on my bathrobe, and returned to the family room. I told my husband to come back to the bedroom with me.
I ripped his clothes off him and mounted him before he knew what was happening. The sex was incredible, and once we were done, we lay in bed, and my husband commented that he had not seen me so horny and aroused since we were married and began having a family.
I thought I had hidden my desire and lust for our friend, but after making love to my husband that night, he commented that Dave had put a spark in my eye. He wasn't mad or upset but held me tightly and told me how much he enjoyed seeing me so vibrant. I tried to play it down and deny my feelings and desire, but my husband could see my awakened passion.
Realization
I had laid all my cards on the table when it came to my husband; he knew all about my intense crush on Dave. To my surprise, he wasn’t upset or filled with jealousy. Instead, he practically encouraged it! He found it amusing to see me transform into a lovestruck schoolgirl, lighting up the room whenever Dave was around. I tried to brush it off, but he insisted it was perfectly fine—my own body seemed to echo his observations. My voice took on a playful lilt, and I couldn't help but flirt a little more. Plus, he noticed a shift in my style around the house ever since Dave moved in. It was like a spark ignited in me, igniting a whirlwind of excitement every time I caught a glimpse of him!
My husband playfully nudged me to cozy up to Dave during our gatherings, creating a sense of intimacy among us all. He also made a cheeky suggestion about my evening attire, encouraging me to embrace a bit more daring outfits.
While Dave might have enjoyed the attention I gave him, my husband truly thrived from my newfound sex drive. Dave would retreat to his private bedroom each night while my husband and I confidently claimed our master suite. The exhilaration of the evening intensified my desire, much to my husband’s satisfaction.
First Date
As the months passed, our comfort level grew, and Dave became a vital part of our household. Sharing a living space and spending quality time together fostered a deep familiarity that enriched our daily lives. Dave and I enjoyed flirting and teasing, and the playful sexual undertones and innuendos became a regular part of our interactions.
After seven months of Dave living with us and sharing our home, our Saturday evening dinners out had become routine. We all enjoyed each other's company, so it was no big deal or special that night.
My husband playfully teased that he was our chaperone since it was Dave and my weekly "date night." It was the first time we talked about or teased about a date, and it was all in good spirits. At dinner, I found myself sitting next to Dave, with my husband across from us. It was not by design, but an innocent turn of events as a large group had moved to a table beside us, prompting us to reposition around our table.
As we wrapped up our meals, our server returned to clear the empty plates and offered us drink refills. After checking in with my husband, he turned to Dave and me, asking if Dave needed anything for himself or his lovely wife. Seizing the moment, I leaned in closer, gently placing my hand on his, and with a sensual smile, I asked, "Could I please have another glass of wine, darling?"
I saw Dave blush as he replied with a yes while moving his hand and placing it on my upper thigh near my hip. To my surprise, he leaned over and gave me a kiss before saying, "Anything for you, sweetie." Now, I felt my face flush, and it felt like jolts of electricity pulsed through my body. It vividly reminded me of my first kiss back in High School.
I was unsure how to respond. Things had moved further than I had anticipated, and I wanted more, but I was unsure what my husband's response would be at this turn of events. I took my hand off Dave's and realized that Dave now had his left hand firmly pressed between my legs, where I am sure he could feel the heat emanating from my pussy which felt like it was on fire under my dress and panties.
Dave's hand was reassuringly steady as I savored my glass of wine, a silent testament to our shared moment. After settling the check, we stepped out into the chilly evening, where a gentle mist began falling. The weather was far from inviting, so my husband gallantly went to fetch our car from a nearby city lot while Dave and I remained inside the restaurant's warmth, cherishing the new physical connection we shared and waiting for him to return.
As my husband parked at the curb, the restaurant hostess quickly opened the back door for us. Instead of getting into the front seat as usual, Dave joined me in the back. Noticing that I was shivering from the cold, Dave wrapped me in a tight hug just as my husband drove away from the curb. He commented that we looked cozy snuggled together in the backseat. He then laughed, telling us he hoped I did not get pregnant in the backseat on the way home.
I was feeling slightly tipsy and giggly, fully enjoying the warmth of Dave's embrace. I told him that his warm body felt good against mine, and I remarked that I couldn't believe he kissed me back in the restaurant. Dave said he acted instinctually and asked if I was okay with it. I confidently responded that I absolutely was and that I thoroughly enjoyed his kiss. There was a moment of silence, and I leaned into him and asked him if he wanted to kiss me again.
At that moment, as our lips met, desire ignited a fire within. My mouth opened, and my eyes closed as we started a passionate makeout session in the backseat of my husband's car while driving down the street. The last time I made out with a man in the backseat of a car was with my husband years before we began our family.
I lost track of time as our hands freely roamed over each other's bodies through our clothes. We were still embracing and making out when my husband pulled inside our garage at home and shut off the car.
Taking things to the limit
Entering the house from the garage, we stood in the kitchen, talking as if nothing unusual had occurred. I poured a glass of wine, and we chatted about the crowd at the restaurant and made small talk. My mind was racing, and it was all I could do not to blurt out that I wanted Dave to fuck me. I was so turned on and aroused that it was difficult to control the vocalization of my desires.
As I filled my second glass with the deep red wine, my husband leaned closer, his voice warm and inviting. "How about we head back to the bedroom I can help you out of that clingy damp dress. We’re all three damp and wet from the rain" The evening was still alive with possibilities, yet a cautionary voice nestled in my mind urged me to tread carefully. I hesitated, unwilling to let this enchanting night fizzle out, but a flicker of concern crept in—one that whispered of the guilt I already felt for the kiss I’d shared with Dave in the car. I knew I had to be mindful of my choices, wary of stepping into territory that could jeopardize my marriage.
As we strolled out of the kitchen and into the softly lit hallway, my husband turned to Dave with a friendly nod, encouraging him to join us. I stepped into the cozy embrace of our bedroom, the scent of fresh linens lingering in the air. I pulled back the covers, revealing the plush comfort of the bed, and settled myself onto the soft mattress, a glass of red wine cradled in my hand, its rich color catching the light. My husband and Dave lingered nearby, their presence a mix of curiosity and camaraderie. Glancing at my husband, I broke the momentary silence and asked, "How does this work?"
My heart was beating a million beats per minute, and I felt flushed as I lay back on the bed after kissing my husband and telling him I loved him. Dave stood nearby, smiling at what was unfolding in front of him. Slowly, my husband began to pull the hem of my dress upward over my hips, revealing my white lace thong panty as I lifted my hips from the mattress to give him unlimited access.
I lay on the bed with my dress pulled up and my panties showing as the guys stopped and admired the view in front of them. It was a surreal moment, and I desired what was about to happen as much as Dave.
My husband did not rush things; he took his time in slowly undressing me, only revealing small parts of me to our houseguest and friend. It was a slow seduction of me and Dave both.
My mind raced as a flood of emotions overwhelmed me. I never imagined I would experience a moment like this. I married at 19, and my husband was the only man I had ever shared intimacy with. Just a few months ago, I celebrated my 29th wedding anniversary. Until tonight, only my husband and doctors had seen me without clothes. Yet here I was, feeling a sense of comfort and relaxation that I hadn't anticipated. At that moment, I craved this connection more than anything else.
My husband reached and slowly began to pull the top hem of my dress downward to reveal my breasts. I had not worn a bra under my dress, so my small boobs popped out into view with little effort and no resistance from me.
Any reservation I may have held was long gone; I wondered how far my husband would take this now. Would he allow Dave to see my body and then stop anything from happening?
Dave continued to stand near my husband without saying a word. He was fully dressed but seemed to be enjoying the display before him. He and I would make eye contact and exchange smiles, but we had no physical contact.
As my husband began gently taking off my dress, I drew him in closer and kissed him deeply. With a tender whisper, he confessed his love for me. I looked into his eyes and asked, “Are you absolutely sure about this? “I have to admit, once we start, I may not want to stop. This is something I desire with all my heart.”
My dress was effortlessly removed and tossed to the floor, leaving me lying on the queen-size bed in only my lace panties.
My husband told me he and Dave would be right back. They wanted to grab a drink, so I asked them to refill my wine. I could hear them talking down the hallway, but I could not hear what they were saying. I lay in the silence and stillness of the room, wondering what Dave thought about my body: would he desire me and want me? I reached down and touched myself. I was incredibly wet with lubrication, and the touch of my fingers sent jolts of pleasure through my body; I wanted so badly to masturbate, but I withdrew my hand and waited for the men to return in the hope of feeling Dave inside me.
As Dave stepped into the room behind my husband, his eyes widened, and he gasped, “Holy shit, that is hot!” The moment his words hung in the air, a warm thrill coursed through me, igniting a flutter in my heart. Hearing the raw desire in his voice made me feel undeniably alluring, like a spark that transformed me from the routine of wife and mother to the vibrant woman I once was. In that instant, I reveled in the sensations of being wanted, cherished, and seen in a way I hadn’t felt in years.
As Dave admired my appearance, I felt a rush of confidence wash over me, making me stand a little taller. My husband had thoughtfully placed my glass of wine on the nightstand, which was positioned tantalizingly on the far side of the bed, away from where he and Dave were standing. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I got onto my hands and knees, stretching toward the wine. In doing so, I intentionally exposed my backside, the soft fabric of my delicate lace panties hugging my curves gracefully while the dim light in the room added a warm glow to the moment.
