Laura's Threesome

“I think I’d like to try a threesome.”

It was on a Sunday afternoon and we were lying cuddled up in bed bathed in the slightly sweaty, warm afterglow that follows good sex with someone you love when my wife of twenty-seven monogamous years said those words. It came as something of a shock to hear them as, apart from the occasional romp in the woods and in the back of the car when were much younger, our sex life had been pretty routine – when we had one at all – three nosy kids in the house limits your options.

They say that life begins when the dog dies and the kids leave home, which was the happy state of affairs that we had reached although we were still getting over the ’empty-nest syndrome’. There was a time, not so long ago, when our week-ends were dedicated to collecting the kids from sleep-overs, ferrying them to soccer or baseball games and nagging them to finish assignments that should have been handed in a week ago. Now we were beginning to take in the fact that there’s a big world out there and we were still young enough to enjoy it; our sex life was certainly improving, but a threesome?

We’d fallen into a pleasant routine on a Sunday, reading the papers in the morning, a couple of drinks over lunch and then to bed… we’d even taken to watching porno movies to spice things up. And todays film had figured a middle-aged Dutch couple seducing a younger woman which, I assumed, had led to this highly unusual request.

“That would be nice sweetheart” I said cautiously, wondering if this was just a movie induced fantasy or if she was serious.

Laura propped herself up on an elbow, brushed a few damp strands of hair from her eyes and said “Steve, I’m serious. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about having sex with another person? I’m forty-eight, if we don’t do this now I’ll be a wrinkled old hag and no-one will want me.”

I grinned, I wanted to say ‘don’t be ridiculous, you look fantastic’ however there are times when you keep your thoughts to yourself, even complimentary ones. But Laura did look great; sure, motherhood had left stretch marks and a few grey hairs but she had worked hard to get her figure back after the children and it had paid off, in a swimsuit she still received admiring glances from all the men. And, like all husbands, if she was on a diet and working out then, like it or not, I was too. So I’m not in bad shape for a guy pushing fifty.

“Okay… this threesome, another guy or a woman?” I asked warily, not entirely sure if I wanted to encourage this train of thought. I may have fantasised about watching Laura with another man but it was just that, a fantasy, I was not at all sure I needed to see some young stud’s 10″ cock thrusting between my wife’s open legs.

After a few moments consideration she said “I think, a woman” which came as something of a relief. “That movie we just watched, when the blonde girl was undressing the wife, it really got me hot. I don’t think I’m gay but the thought of having another woman touch my breasts of kiss my pussy makes me tingle.”

Unconsciously Laura’s hand had stolen between her legs and her thighs were clenched together, pressing her fingers deep into her twat. Her aureole were flushing a deeper pink and the nipples were becoming hard as she talked. I looked at my wife with mixed feelings, we’d been married twenty-seven years but this was the first suggestion that she liked women, what else had I missed?

I was still uncertain if this was a kind of sex-game or something that Laura was going to follow through on but decided to play along.

“Do you have anyone in mind?” I asked, “or were you thinking of checking out some of the ads you see on the internet?” Laura made a face “No way, you never know who you might end up with, I think it should be someone we already know.” And so we happily spent the next twenty minutes discussing the physical attractions and sexual orientation of possible candidates, only to come to the sad conclusion that most of our friends were just as boring as we were. Yes, there were one or two ‘maybes’ and one ‘racing certainty’ unfortunately they all had husbands who would not take kindly to being cuckolded and we have to live in this town.

“How about your PA? Tina whats-her-name?”

“Tina Rogers” I supplied, Laura thought for moment “wasn’t she the girl that brought over some paperwork when you were laid up with your back?” I nodded “that’s her, and you’ll have seen her at the ‘Take Your Kids to Work’ day when you brought Jim to the office.” Laura stretched herself sinuously across the bed like a big, sexy cat “Mmmm, yes, she was rather dishy, do you think she might like to play?” she was practically purring.

I admit I was becoming interested in this idea, Tina was in her early thirties, nice figure and good-looking without being cover-girl material. She was unhappily married to ‘Larry the Loser’ (as he was widely known in the office) and there were no children. She had been with the firm since leaving college and my PA for the last eight years, she probably knew more about the business than I did. More than once I had got the distinct impression that, if asked, she was prepared to take down a lot more than just dictation.

Yes, I’d been tempted but had never taken her up on the implied offer, I rationalised my reluctance by telling myself that I was happily married and wanted to stay that way. But mostly I remembered what happened to Geoff Cooper, he had an affair with his secretary and his wife found out; she got the house, the car and a big slice of his pay-check, Geoff got to see his kids every other week-end. Call it cowardice or caution but I wasn.t going to risk that. However, if Laura wanted Tina as part of a threesome then I wouldn’t I be getting inside Tina’s pants with Laura’s blessing?

Slight problem, I had absolutely no idea of Tina’s sexual orientation other than she was married to Larry.

We left things there and got on with our day but Laura had not forgotten about it and, on Monday evening, casually asked if I’d approached Tina about her idea? I said no, I was waiting for the right moment. I don’t know if there is a God of Sex but He must have been listening because next day a tearful Tina knocked on the door of my office.

She was in bad way, her eyes were red from crying and she kept her hands clenched to stop them shaking. “Mr… Mr… P… Peters… I..” she was too upset to even talk without stammering.

I could see interested heads were already being raised in the outer office so I got up, took Tina by the arm and said “let’s get ourselves a coffee.” I collected our coats on the way out and guided her across the street to Starbucks, which was quiet at this time of day. I put a coffee in front of Tina, sat across the table and waited for the storm of sobbing to subside. Her hands were still shaking and she needed both of them to lift the coffee cup without spilling but the caffeine obviously helped and she managed a weak smile.

“I’m so sorry” she said “you must think I’m stupid.” I said something about having known her for eight years and had never once thought that. Finally, screwing up her courage she said “could I ask for an advance on my salary? No, it’s worse than that, could you loan me some money?”

“What’s the problem?” I asked, Tina hung her head “It’s Larry, he’s been gambling again. He didn’t come home on Monday night and when I tried to get cash out of the ATM I discovered he’s cleaned out the account.” I made encouraging noises but Tina shook her head, “there’s more, a man came to the house last night, he said he had Larry’s IOU’s and that if I didn’t pay them he’s throw a petrol bomb through the window.”

“Jesus” I said, “I didn’t think the Golden Horseshoe played that rough.”

“No, it wasn’t the casino, I wrote to the Gaming Board and Larry was banned from there, I don’t know where he was gambling.” That made more sense, I knew a few guys who’d gotten in too deep at the Horseshoe, they had been offered an easy-plan repayment on the condition they attended meetings of Gamblers Anonymous.

“How much does he owe?” I asked. “Three thousand dollars” replied Tina. I shook my head, “no-one threatens to firebomb your house for a lousy three grand, come on Tina, how much does he really owe?”

Tina looked as if she were about to burst into tears again but got a hold of herself “Five… Oh God… Seven thousand four hundred dollars.”

“Okay, this is what I’ll do, I’ll make you an interest-free loan of ten thousand” I held my hand up to forestall any protest “you give this guy the money he wants, make sure you get those IOU’s and if he asks for interest tell him to find Larry and take it out of his hide, okay?” Tina nodded mutely “Larry cleaned you out and you’ve got rent to pay, groceries to buy and bills you haven’t had time to think of yet. Now, I’ll go and cut you a cheque, meantime finish your coffee, wash your face and take a walk around the park for an hour, take the rest of the day off if you need to.”

“Thank you Mr Peters” she just about managed a smile, it was a bit tearful but she was back from whatever God-awful place Larry had sent her.

“You’ll never know what this means to me, I owe you so much, I’ll never forget it” I’m ashamed to say that for a moment I thought of Laura and wondered if ‘I owe you so much’ covered a threesome with the boss and his wife? I put the idea out of my head, yes, if I asked, Tina probably would get into bed with us but would lie there immobile, hating what was happening, hating us and worse, hating herself. I’d put her gratitude ‘in the bank’ so to speak and try to think of a way for this threesome to be a fun, friendly night that we’d all enjoy.

Tina came in to work next morning looking happier than she had for weeks and I asked how things had gone? “Better than I’d expected” she replied “the guy came round for his money and I paid him, actually I don’t think he expected to get the cash back, or at least, not all of it. He didn’t ask for interest and I made sure he gave me those IOU’s, I burned them along with all Larry’s clothes in the incinerator last night” there was a note of grim satisfaction in her voice at this last part.