Threesomes: Book One

By Reese Cantwell

Book One of my Threesomes series contains four spicy tales of three people doing what the love to do. Featured are four independent stories: Aroused and Awakened, Invited Home, Fun With My Son’s Friends, and Watching Terry. These erotic stories are perfect for reading and enjoying the way you like most. Have fun with them.

The first story, Aroused and Awakened, is a tale of a fifty-something wife that meets a man half her age who can give her what her husband no longer seems to be able to do. She begins an affair but then, guilt-ridden, breaks it off and talks with her husband about seeing his doctor. When he presents her with his new erection, he also presents her with an offer: Would she like to have him find another young man to join them. Oh, fun.

Next is Invited Home which tells of an older couple who befriends a young woman, new to their city, and invites her home after taking her to dinner for her to become their dessert which they both enjoy.

Then, Fun With My Son’s Friends, is a tale of a couple’s beginning the swapping lifestyle as she offers herself to her son’s two college friends. They’re just what she needs. Just what you need, as well.

Watching Terry, our final story, concerns a husband who asks his wife about her early sexual experiences and decides to share her with another man. And with us as well. Enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reese Cantwell
• Release date: May 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301786909

Reese Cantwell

I know why we all love to read naughty stories and I write them just so you can have that special intellectual, emotional, and, yes, physical pleasure that is its own special reward from reading stories that arouse and excite.I have now listed over 450 of my books that have gained 4- or 5-star reviews from my readers from my sales sites and Goodreads to help you easily find them (https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/47898). Of course, there remain a great number of my books, though, that have gone unreviewed so there are certain to be many others which are waiting to be discovered. Happy reading.You can share your experience with the author at [e-mail] can follow my blog at: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7266932.Reese_Cantwell/blog

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Threesomes

Four Stories of Threesome Sex

Book One

by

Reese Cantwell

Copyright 2013 Reese Cantwell

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Table of Contents

Story One: Aroused and Awakened

Story Two: Invited Home

Story Three: Fun With My Son’s Friends

Story Four: Watching Terry

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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Story One

Aroused and Awakened

After years of marriage, our sex life was zero. Then it got a boost from a man half my age which led to where I am today, in bed with my husband and another man half his age. It may be fun for you to read but it was lots more fun for me to do.

Chapter 1

I really can't believe how much my life has changed in the past three months. You just don't expect that at my age.

Let me explain.

I'll start with who I am. My name is Debby, I'm fifty-seven years old, yes, it's been a while since my high school prom, I'm married, happily married, actually, to Brian; he just turned sixty. We're reasonably well-off, have two children, now grown and out on their own, and we live a happy and contented life.

Actually, our sex life, like many couples married as long as we have, well, there's been some slippage over the years. Even though I've always believed that you either use it or you lose it, over the last few years intercourse has become a less frequent occurrence, and, recently, the past six to eight months, basically absent from our marriage.

It really began with Brian seeming less interested in sex, not initiating it like he used to. Oh, when were dating and first married, he was an 'every day' kind of guy. That was fine with me, I've always loved sex ever since the first time.

That was with Ozzie Malone. We were both in high school and, while he wasn't the first boy to press me for sex, it was Ozzie that I yielded to. We were at my house after school and we had all our clothes off, something that had started about two months before, we kept things oral up to that point, and he told me he had gotten some condoms.

Well, the words went right to that wondrous place between my legs and the decision was made. We did it that very afternoon. We were smart enough to put some old towels down, there was some blood and a good bit of pain but, as Nature intends, the pain was soon followed by bliss. I've loved fucking ever since.

So, now that Brian not only seemed less interested, he also, even when we got naked and started trying, had trouble getting an erection. So, my sex life has become solo, I've started masturbating whenever I'm alone, it's just not something I feel comfortable doing around Brian, I just don't want him to think he's let me down.

We love one another, we just no longer make love to one another. Well, nothing's perfect and I had, frankly, resigned myself to it and had purchased a few vibrators from the bewildering variety now sold these days.

I remember once, Brian taking me into a sex shop years ago in Europe, it was in Heidelberg, near the Old Bridge, it was oddly called, 'Sex Shoppe,' and there were a number of items that seemed amazing at the time but, today, well, they sell thousands of items for every single thing you would ever want to do to yourself or anyone else. Recently, when I wanted a vibrator, I went online and was just overwhelmed. But I now have three or four that do the job very nicely.

My life, especially my sex life, had changed somewhat and was due for another, even more dramatic change a few months ago when I reconnected with an old college friend, finding each other and reconnecting over the internet.

Ruby and I had been roommates during our freshman year at University of Colorado and we met at a local restaurant, one that Brian and I particularly like, for a few drinks to reconnect after all these years.

We met in the bar, a large, oval bar, and were well into our first drink when I began to notice a man across from us paying particular attention to me. At first, I thought it was my imagination, I was almost sixty, he looked to be maybe thirty. Maybe.

Now, I'm not an old grandmotherly-looking babe, I still get my share of looks but I must admit not many from the twenties and thirties set. And I had on a short leather skirt that showed-off my second best asset, my legs. I was also showing a bit of my prime asset, my breasts, with just a bit of cleavage visible. I was wearing a push-up bra that really did make me look good.

Just so you know, I even look good without a bra. When I turned forty, Brian's present to me, and to himself, of course, was an boob job just to firm things up nicely. I didn't want big 'Dolly Parton' boobs, just something appropriate to my body size. And they turned out really well. For several months, Brian wouldn't let me wear a top or bra around the house after the initial healing time and his hands and lips were on them all the time. Not that I ever complained, I loved how I looked. I bought a whole closet of dresses and tops. And a few bras and bikinis that always got Brian's attention as soon as I put one on. Any way, back to the night in question.

After a while, there was no doubt that he was, well, checking me out. Finally, our eyes met together and we smiled, then I was sure he was flirting with me.

No, I'm not one of these women who think every guy on earth is making goo-goo eyes at her, but his interest seemed certain. I knew for sure it was when the bartender came over and leaned toward me to ask if the gentleman across the bar might buy me a drink.

Though I was thirty years away from the dating and bar scene, I knew enough that I had a guy interested in me. Well, well.

I told the bartender that I would accept his kind offer and Ruby leaned over to me and whispered, "I don't think you've lost an ounce of