My wife wanted me to bottom in our first threesome

All characters are above the age of 18

Ginnie had been hinting at it for weeks, but one night after a few glasses of wine she finally said it outright.

“I want a threesome with a guy,” she told me, her eyes sparkling with that mix of excitement and nerves. “If you commit to that, then I’ll give you one with a girl afterward. Whatever you want.”

I was Wesley, her husband of five years, and the idea hit hard. I’d never been with a man. Sharing her with another guy stirred jealousy, curiosity, and a dark little thrill I wasn’t ready to admit.

We talked late into the night. I was reluctant at first. Ginnie stayed patient, her hand on my chest. “It’ll be okay,” she promised. “Just fun. No strings. And you’ll get your turn with a girl after.”

That promise made me say yes.

We started searching together. After sifting through messages, we found Brody. Early thirties, fit, dark hair, trimmed beard, confident without being arrogant. We video chatted. The chemistry with both of us was immediate. We really clicked.

The only thing he was clear about: he was a top. He liked to take charge.

Ginnie’s response was instant. “That works for us.”

Later, in bed, I made a weak protest. “I’m not sure about… being on the receiving end.”

She rolled on top of me, kissed my throat, and smiled against my skin. “Live a little, baby. It’ll be hot. I want to see it. We’ll go slow. Trust me.”

I trusted her.

We trained in the bedroom for the next few weeks. It started with small plugs. Ginnie would lube me up, work them in while she stroked my cock and whispered how good I was being. The vulnerability turned into something addictive. We moved up to a slim dildo. She’d fuck me with it while we made out or while she rode me. Every session left me shaking and coming harder than usual. By the time we set the date with Brody, I could take it comfortably. The idea of the real thing still made my stomach flip but now it was anticipation more than fear.

The night of the meetup, Ginnie made sure I stayed in the right headspace. Before we left for the bar she bent me over the bed, worked the medium plug into me, and gave my ass a light slap.

“Keep it in until I take it out,” she said, voice sweet but firm. “No touching yourself. You’re going to stay desperate for us.”

The drive was torture. Every bump pressed the plug deeper. I was hard the whole way, cock trapped against my jeans, trying not to squirm. Ginnie kept glancing over with that knowing little smile, her hand high on my thigh.

At the bar we took a booth in the back. I nursed a beer and tried to act normal while the plug made every shift a reminder. My face felt hot. I kept adjusting my posture, clenching without meaning to. Ginnie’s hand rested on my leg under the table. Once she leaned in and murmured, “Still feeling it? Good. Don’t you dare come.”

Brody arrived looking even better in person tall, broad, black button up stretched across his chest. He hugged Ginnie, shook my hand with a firm grip that lingered, and slid into the booth. Conversation flowed easily with drinks, but the undercurrent was thick. Every time I moved, the plug reminded me why we were here. Brody caught my eye a few times with a calm, knowing look.

After the second round Ginnie leaned forward. “Want to take this somewhere private?”

Brody looked at me, then her. “Your call.”

I swallowed. “Yeah. Our place.”

The ride home was quiet and charged. The second the front door closed, Ginnie’s voice changed lower, more commanding.

“Clothes off. Both of you. Wesley, on your knees. Now.”

My hands shook as I stripped. Brody did the same, revealing a thick, already hard cock. Ginnie stayed in her dress for the moment and stepped behind me, one hand sliding into my hair.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered. “Show Brody how badly you want his cock.”

I leaned forward and took him between my lips. Brody’s hand rested on the back of my head, fingers tightening just enough to guide. Ginnie’s grip in my hair was firmer.

“Deeper,” she said. “That’s it. Look up at him while you suck. Good boy.”

Brody groaned, hips rocking forward in small thrusts. “Fuck, he’s eager.”

Ginnie smiled. “He’s been training for you. Haven’t you, baby?”

I moaned around Brody’s cock in answer.

She let me suck him for a minute longer, then tugged my hair. “Bedroom. Now.”

We moved to the bedroom. Ginnie finally stripped, beautiful and flushed, and lay back against the pillows. She spread her legs and pointed.

“Get me ready while Brody gets you ready.”

I crawled between her thighs and started licking her slow, thorough strokes the way she liked. Behind me, Brody pulled the plug out carefully, then replaced it with two thick fingers, working my ass while he drizzled more lube. The contrast of Ginnie’s soft wetness on my tongue and Brody’s fingers working me open made me moan into her.

Ginnie’s hand stayed in my hair, holding me in place. “That’s it. Get me nice and wet for later. Brody’s going to fuck you first.”

Brody added more lube, curling his fingers until I jerked and whined against Ginnie’s pussy. He chuckled low. “He’s ready. Tight, but he opens up nice.”

Ginnie tugged my head up so I had to look at her. Her eyes were dark and commanding.

“Ask him,” she said. “Nicely.”

I swallowed, voice rough. “Please… fuck me.”

Brody’s hand came down on the back of my neck, firm and steady. “Say it again. Louder.”

“Please fuck me,” I repeated, cheeks burning.

He lined up behind me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my hole. Ginnie kept my face turned toward her, watching every reaction.

“Push back on him,” she ordered.

I did. Brody sank in slowly, stretching me wider than the toys ever had. The burn was intense, then melted into a deep, overwhelming fullness. I gasped, eyes fluttering.

“Look at me,” Ginnie said sharply. “Eyes on me while he fills you.”

I forced my eyes open. Brody bottomed out with a low groan, hips flush against my ass. For a moment he stayed still, letting me adjust, one big hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.

Then he started moving.

Long, deep thrusts that dragged over every sensitive spot inside me. Each one punched a moan out of my throat. Ginnie kept my head up, watching my face while she touched herself with her free hand.

“Fuck, you’re taking him so well,” she breathed. “Look at you. My husband getting fucked like he was made for it.”

Brody’s pace picked up. He gripped both my hips now, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. I could feel every inch of him, thick and relentless.

Ginnie shifted so she was sitting in front of me, legs spread. “Mouth on me again. Don’t stop until I come.”

I buried my face between her thighs while Brody fucked me harder. Every thrust pushed me forward into her. She held my head with both hands now, rocking against my tongue, moaning encouragement.

“That’s it right there. Good boy. Take his cock and eat my pussy like the desperate little husband you are.”

Brody’s hand slid up my back and pressed between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest lower so my ass was higher for him. The new angle made him hit deeper. I cried out against Ginnie’s clit.

“Fuck, he’s squeezing me so tight,” Brody growled. “You like being used like this, Wesley? Right in front of your wife?”

I could only moan in answer.

Ginnie came first sudden and sharp, thighs clamping around my head as she ground against my mouth. She held me there through it, panting, then finally let go and pulled my head up again.

Brody didn’t slow down. He flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing, pushed my legs up and apart, and sank back into me in one smooth thrust. The new position let him go even deeper. He braced one hand beside my head and used the other to pin my wrist to the mattress.

Ginnie knelt beside us, one hand stroking my leaking cock in slow, teasing pulls never enough to let me come.

“Don’t you dare finish yet,” she warned. “You come when I say.”

Brody fucked me with purpose now hard, steady strokes that made the bed creak. Every thrust dragged a broken sound out of me. Ginnie leaned down and kissed me, then turned and kissed Brody over my body, her tongue sliding against his while he kept pounding into me. The sight of them kissing while I was split open on Brody’s cock almost broke me.

After a minute Brody pulled out. I whined at the sudden emptiness. He manhandled me onto my hands and knees again, but this time Ginnie slid underneath me on her back. She guided my cock into her in one smooth motion while Brody moved back into position behind me.

The moment he pushed back inside, I was trapped between them fucking Ginnie while Brody fucked me. The rhythm was intense. Every time Brody thrust forward he drove me deeper into Ginnie. She wrapped her legs around both of us, one hand on my face, the other reaching past me to grip Brody’s hip.

“Harder,” she told him. “I want to feel it.”

Brody gave it to her. His thrusts turned rougher, more possessive. One hand stayed on my hip; the other reached around to grip my throat not choking, just holding, controlling. The pressure made my head swim in the best way.

“Look at you two. My perfect little toys.” He growled

Ginnie was moaning steadily beneath me, eyes locked on mine. “You feel him? That’s what you’ve been training for. Take it. Take every inch.”

I was gone lost in the stretch, the fullness, the way Ginnie’s pussy clenched around me while Brody used my ass. My cock was leaking steadily inside her. I was so close it hurt.

Ginnie reached between us and squeezed the base of my cock. “Not yet.”

Brody’s rhythm started to falter. His grip on my hip turned bruising. “Gonna come,” he warned.

“Do it,” Ginnie said. “Fill him up.”

Brody slammed in deep and stayed there, cock pulsing hard as he came inside me. The hot rush and the way he groaned my name pushed me right to the edge again. Ginnie finally released her grip on my cock and stroked me fast.

“Come for us,” she ordered. “Right now.”

I came with a broken cry, spilling inside Ginnie in long, shaking pulses while Brody was still buried in me. The orgasm ripped through me so hard my arms almost gave out. Ginnie followed seconds later, clenching around me, nails digging into my back.

For a long minute we stayed locked together, breathing hard. Brody was the first to move. He pulled out slowly, careful, and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss between my shoulder blades before rolling to the side.

Ginnie pulled me down on top of her, then rolled us so I was between them. She kissed my forehead, my cheek, my mouth.

“You were perfect,” she whispered. “So fucking perfect.”

Brody’s hand rested on my stomach, warm and heavy. “You took that like you were made for it,” he said, voice low and satisfied. “Proud of you.”

I was still shaking a little, floating. The ache in my ass was deep and satisfying. Ginnie’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest.

After a while Brody got up to grab water and a warm cloth. He cleaned me gently, checking in with soft questions. Ginnie stayed curled against my side the whole time.

When Brody finally left us alone for a bit, Ginnie kissed my shoulder and smiled against my skin.

“How do you feel?”

I thought about it the plug at the bar, the way she’d taken control, the way Brody had used me while she watched and praised and demanded. The way I’d surrendered and how good it had felt.

“Really good,” I admitted. “Better than I thought possible.”

She grinned. “Good. Because I still owe you that threesome with a girl. And after tonight…” Her hand slid lower, possessive. “I have some very specific ideas about how we’re going to find her. And what we’re going to do with her.”

She looked at me with serious eyes and I was beginning to think that she had something else in mind…….