first threesome

Note: This story was originally written as “Kim’s First Extramarital Sex” and has been published previously on other sites. The Title “Brooke’s First Extramarital Sex, Ch. 01,” would not in the space allocated here. I felt the name change was desirable because I had just posted another short series here on Literotica.com using the name “Kim” for the lead character. My apologies are extended to previous readers from other sites. The story has also been given a good editing “scrub” and a number of minor improvements and corrections were made. The story has been one of my most popular writings. I hope you enjoy it.



Brooke Beyond Innocence by Chad Sanders a.k.a. Feverman




Chapter 1



I called my wife again and told her I was still sitting in the same spot. “This traffic hasn’t moved one inch in an hour and worse yet, I’m still stuck on this bridge. I don’t have any idea when I’ll get home. Go ahead to the party and I’ll join you there as soon as this mess breaks up.”



This would be the fourth of our friend Mark’s parties we had attended. He had started having monthly parties at his private estate back in March, each one with a loosely enforced theme. The first had been, “Bring some Irish beer. It’s going to be St. Patrick’s Day sometime soon.” For the June party, the theme was, “Women wear something lacy.” There were usually fifty or more very interesting people at the well-catered events with a lot of eye-candy. Brooke and I had made a number of new friends the previous three times we had partied at Mark’s place, although most of the people we had befriended were on vacation at the time and wouldn’t be at this particular party.



Brooke told me, “I’ll wait for you, honey. I don’t want to go to Mark’s place without you. I’m dressed a bit too… well, I bought a new outfit to wear for you, one like you… [Bleep]!” The loud bleep was followed by… nothing, total silence.



My freaking-piece-of-shit cell phone battery died, and I had just taken it off the charger at the office as I left work. The timing couldn’t have been worse. It was Friday afternoon. My beautiful and very sexy, but ultra-conservative wife had finally decided to loosen up a bit and I was stuck on a bridge in a traffic snarl miles long with a dead cell phone. I was pissed beyond words.



I was so frustrated that I got out of my car, walked around behind it and slammed the phone into the concrete safety railing of the bridge. Not totally satisfied, I kicked the pieces into a convenient drain hole.



“Hell, I need a new phone anyway,” I mumbled in disgust.



It must have been quite a show I put on. I heard a woman’s almost uncontrolled laughter and looked up. A delightfully attractive brunette was laughing at me from the driver’s seat of a Toyota 4 x 4 truck just behind me. For whatever reason, the combination of trashing my phone and the pretty woman laughing at me having a temper fit relieved some of the tension I was feeling. I started laughing at my own bizarre behavior too.



After a good laugh and an exchange of smiles, I got back into my car and leaned my head back into the headrest. I considered my misfortunes for a few brief moments and fell asleep, which fortunately didn’t carry a single one of the dangers usually associated with falling asleep in traffic. A tap came on the window and I lowered it.



“I didn’t want to honk and wake you so rudely, but you can move up some now. I’d like to get off this bridge. It makes me nervous,” the lovely brunette told me. She followed her request with a heart-warming smile.



“Sure,” I told her and returned her warm, friendly, facial expression. I pulled up the hundred yards or so that had opened up in front of me. The move got us off the bridge and I noticed a dirt road almost skirting the highway we were on. Darkness was closing in on us quickly. The idea hit me that I could just park my car on the shoulder and we might get out of there on the dirt road in her truck if she was agreeable. I plotted a visual path through the trees and saw that we could easily make it.



I walked back and proposed my idea to the stunning brunette. Five minutes later Janice and I we were navigating a paved country road and on our way around the massive wreck which she had heard earlier on the radio was the source of the traffic stoppage. As I drove, I asked Janice about her life. She revealed that she was single and had no kids. She went on to share a number of details about her life, including that she lost her husband in a boating accident. Driving her husband’s truck to work once or twice a month was something she did just for the memories. Her husband had died over a year earlier and she hadn’t dated even once since his death, saying she just couldn’t go out to bars and such looking for men, and that dating men from work was not something she would ever do, although she had received numerous offers.



It took all my moral fiber to keep myself from attempting to get more familiar with her (and cheating on Brooke). Damn! She was pretty, very friendly, vulnerable and smelled wonderful. Somehow my higher self took over and I heard myself telling her, “I am really late to pick up my wife and go to a party. There should be several eligible bachelors there. Want to go with us?”



She considered my offer for a moment. “Okay. Thank you. I’d love to meet your wife and do something different for a change,” she said and added another one of her beautiful smiles.



After a brief stop by the house where I discovered a note from Brooke, Janice and I headed on to Mark’s place and the party. The note from Brooke had read, “Waited and waited. See you there. Love you bunches, Brooke.” It had a little drawing of a woman in a short, pleated skirt and a lacy, see-through top.



The little drawing was eye-catching, something I couldn’t have drawn even while looking at a photo of the image. Brooke was such a talented artist. Even her simple, doodling illustrations are awesome. I could hardly wait to see her lithe, lean figure in her sexy, new outfit. Brooke teaches dance which allows her to stay in tip-top shape. Her choreography talents are amazing too. I love just to watch her move, dancing, walking, working out new movements, or whatever. Her sexy-little-sketch had my imagination running wild. I was beyond anxious to see her wearing her lacy outfit in a group of people. This was a big first for her wearing something so sexy out in public and I was missing the show!



I looked at the clock in the kitchen as we walked into the party. It read 9:24 p.m. I was almost two and a half hours late getting there. I introduced Janice to a few people just inside the door and got us each a drink. I left her talking with Charles, a very eligible bachelor. He was a nice looking man who was flush with spending money because he had just sold a large furniture business.



I searched for Brooke or for Mark, our host, to see if he had seen her. They were not in the house, but I found them both in the Jacuzzi along with a group of other guys and gals.



The Jacuzzi was jammed full of people. Several of the women had to sit on men’s laps to allow other couples a place inside. Brooke was sitting across Mark’s lap facing away from me. I didn’t think much of it a first, but before I got close Brooke turned around to look across the Jacuzzi and listen to someone on the other side. Her lacy white top was wet and completely see through, revealing her full, awesomely-beautiful tits about as clearly as they could possibly be viewed with something on. Her dark, erect nipple on the breast I could see stood out in clear contrast to the pearly-white skin of her breast, making it almost impossible not to stare. Shocked to my core, I stopped in my tracks. I felt my dick involuntarily swell and push out against the front of my pants as a wave of sexual arousal swept over me.



Brooke began laughing as did the whole group, apparently at the punch line of a joke. I moved to the side, away from her and Mark’s potential line of sight, and merged into the crowd of people talking and dancing on the patio. I sipped on my drink and watched as Brooke took over the conversation and told a story.



She was very animated wiggling on Mark’s lap and waving her hands as she shared her tale with a very attentive audience. Her nearly naked tit (the one I could see) bounced playfully on her chest. Her hard nipple poked out the front of her skimpy top and danced around atop her beautiful mound as she talked. For all practical purposes Brooke might as well have been topless. Her behavior was as unlike her as anything I’d ever seen or could have imagined.



Mark, the horny bastard he always is, took the liberty to steal a few feels of her tits as she was preoccupied talking. That didn’t surprise me one bit, but what shocked me was that Brooke wasn’t doing anything to discourage his aggressive, overtly-sexual behavior, at least nothing I could detect.



You need to understand that Mark adores Brooke. He had been trying to get in her shorts since we met him over a year earlier. He had tried to worm his way into her favor every time we saw him. Brooke had never given him even a hint he could get fresh with her and keep his face in one piece. Every little display of his obvious desire or any suggestive invitation he pushed her way was either ignored or brushed away immediately. Mark often looked at me with hopeless envy written on his face and called me a “lucky fucker” for having such a beautiful and loyal wife. He was single after a divorce some years earlier. Mark was always looking for quality, female companionship, especially encounters of a sexual nature.



As I watched Brooke I was getting more and more aroused, and more and more amazed at her dramatic change of behavior. Even though we had shared a few threesome fantasies with her letting other men seduce and fuck her in sexual dreamland, she had been insistent that no man other than me was ever going to touch her in more intimate ways in real life. Yet, there she was in full, living-color, allowing Mark to play around with her almost naked tits in a crowd of people at a party. It seemed utterly impossible to me.



I continued watching as Mark reached up and rolled one of her nipples between his finger and thumb a couple of times, kind of tweaking her nipples lightly for the men on the other side of the Jacuzzi to see. The second or third time he tweaked her, Brooke brushed his hand away like it was a minor annoyance, but just kept talking until she finished her story. It must have been a good story she told because the group burst into extended laughter at the end. As they all laughed, Mark pulled her back onto his chest with each of his hands firmly planted on a healthy tit. He hugged her that way holding her breasts in his hands and kissed her neck as he talked to her and laughed with her for the next minute or so. I couldn’t believe my eyes. After way too long a time with his hands clearly massaging her tits to the obvious enjoyment of Mark and everyone watching, Brooke pushed his hands off her tits and told him to stop. I couldn’t hear her words, but it was apparent she was telling him to back off.



So old, aggressive Mark then went for her pussy, or ass, or something under the water instead. I knew that because Brooke suddenly jerked and her hands dove under the water to try to get control of his. After a brief struggle and some exchange of words between Brooke and Mark, he gave up. He pulled his arms up out of the water and stretched them out behind the couples on both sides of them.



Apparently his gesture of surrender was only a compromise. Brooke started gently rocking back and forth on his lap, rubbing her naked (I shortly learned) butt cheeks on his crotch. I had no doubt that Mark was naked and hard as a rock beneath the water. It looked like she was fucking him slowly. I briefly wondered if she might be before the realization hit me that she wouldn’t be, not in a million years, not in a group of people like that. I decided that Brooke was just teasing Mark and giving him some sense of pleasure from her newfound willingness to open up a little. In any case, it was wildly erotic for me to watch. My dick was throbbing hard in my pants and I was almost ready to lose a load without any direct stimulation.



I shook my head a couple of times trying to make sure what I was seeing was real. As they listened to someone else tell a story, Brooke continued to slowly wiggle and grind on Mark’s lap until I guess he couldn’t take it any more. He reached back under the water and went for the goodies again. Brooke stood up and pulled away from him. She was almost out of the Jacuzzi when Mark caught her by the arm. He pulled her back to him and whipped her around. Before she could do anything to stop him, he pulled her to him and gripped her head firmly in his hands. Mark’s fingers locked together pressed against the back of her head, preventing her from pulling away. He held her head immobile and her captive while he kissed her lustfully on her mouth, right in front of everyone.



Brooke struggled to free her mouth from his, but Mark held her firmly in his grasp. I wondered if she would knee him in the balls or punch him there, but after struggling a bit more, she relaxed. Then, to my astonishment, she began kissing him back. Her attitude suddenly changed from reluctant to willing. Her submission was obvious when she began rubbing his arms and shoulders as she kissed him in return. They stood in the middle of the hot tub and kissed with Mark’s very healthy and very naked dick pressed against my wife’s belly. Brooke’s bare ass was totally exposed in the lacy thong-teddy she was wearing. One of the other men brazenly took the liberty of rubbing her butt cheeks while she kissed Mark.



When their long, passionate, and seemingly totally-willing, kiss ended, Brooke wheeled around and quickly stepped up and out of the Jacuzzi in one fast, continuous motion. Mark and another guy each gave her a smack on one of her bare ass cheeks as she retreated from the assault. She grabbed a pleated, lace skirt that matched her teddy off a nearby chair. As she wrapped herself in the skirt, Mark and several of the other guys made loud comments.



“Come back soon, love,” Mark said, and laughed and grinned at her.



Another guy said, “Nice body, Brooke; loved your stories… and your nice tits and butt too.”



“You guys are hopeless, horny animals!” Brooke said to them, half grinning as well and with no real distress or noticeable aggravation in her voice.



I met her as she reached the doorway going back into the house and asked, “What got into you tonight?”



Brooke looked shocked to see me, but composed herself quickly and said, “I tried to warn you about wearing things like this. These men have been trying to feel my ass cheeks and tits ever since I got here. I had to act like I was with someone to keep them at bay. I hooked up with Mark hoping he would protect me. Wrong! He was worse than the others. When did you get here?”



“I’ve been watching you and Mark in the Jacuzzi for ten minutes or so. I have to say, it looked like you were having fun and not doing much to keep his hands off your beautiful and very exposed tits,” I told her.



“I tried, honey, but he was very persistent. I let him get a few feels, hoping he would be satisfied with that, but was I ever wrong. That just made things worse. The more I let him do, the more aggressive he became. God I am glad to see you,” she said and gave me a big hug and kiss.



I slipped my hands under her lacy skirt and onto her bare ass cheeks. “What’s with this new outfit?” I asked, but before she could answer I added, “I would have bet the farm you wouldn’t go out to a party wearing only a revealing, white, lace teddy and that little, matching, lace skirt. Does it excite you wearing something so sexy?”



“Remember the invitation? It said, ‘Women wear something lacy.’ So, I got something to show off my body a bit more for you, like you have been pushing me to do,” she said. She paused and added, “Yes, I do feel sexy wearing this. It definitely grabs the attention of every male around. And yes, I have enjoyed the attention. I like that the men find me attractive wearing it, but, apparently it’s just too much of an invitation for them to grope me. It is almost like wearing a sign saying, ‘I’m available for sex.’”



I shared my approval and pumped her for more details. “This is all so different for you, Brooke, wearing something so revealing. You do realize that white lace is completely see-through when it’s wet, don’t you? I love that you wore it. It’s very sexy and bold. I’m aroused and very excited about this new side of you. You have me totally turned on now, girl.”



She was looking down at her hard, extended nipples to see how obvious they looked when I continued. “Tell me this: Did you get excited by the men trying to feel your body and with what Mark was doing… how about when Mark kissed you?”



Brooke sighed and took a deep breath. She thought for a second. I think she was considering just how much detail of her frisky behavior was safe to share with me. She suddenly noticed my erection pushing out my pants and said, “Oh god, it turned you on to watch me kiss Mark, didn’t it?” she asked. Then she admitted, “Well, truthfully, I am just about as aroused as that erection of yours shows you are. I had no idea all this attention from men would be so stimulating, but it has been. I’m kinda worked up too.”



With a note of sarcasm in her voice, she added, “This is all on you for pushing me to wear something so stimulating to other men. Well, I finally did it for you. I wore something so sexy and inviting that they just can’t keep their hands off me. I hope you’re happy now. Is this what you really wanted?”



I seized the opportunity to see if she was willing to step further into sexual adventure, to fulfill my favorite fantasy of watching her make love to another man. I told her plainly, “What I really want is to watch you fuck Mark.”



“That is so sick! I can’t believe you said that!” Brooke told me, frowning in disgusted disbelief. She tried to stare me down with her disapproving look.



I stepped into her personal space with my eyes ablaze with determination. Brooke retreated backward until the wall stopped her. With her trapped in front of me I came back hard by telling her, “Call it sick if you want, love, but that is exactly what I want to see. You know what I want. We have acted this out so many times in fantasy sex that it can’t be a surprise to you. I want to see you come again and again with Mark’s big dick pounding your sweet, tight, little pussy. I want to watch you work your body into a burning, sweating, orgasmic, bundle of pleasure fucking him and hear you cry out from the lustful joy you feel from having his big dick thrusting in and out of you. I want to watch you suck his big, fat cock and swallow his cum too. I’m not kidding about any of this.”



“No freaking way! I can’t do that! It is so wrong, so, so, wrong. Get me a drink and something else to smoke,” she said.



“Are you high already?” I asked.



“Not high enough to do that!” she answered.



On the way to the bar, I introduced Brooke to Janice and she had met Charles at several earlier parties. I explained to Brooke that Janice had given me a lift and why. Janice was charming and nice and they talked for a few minutes as I got us a round of drinks at the bar just a few steps away. I rejoined them with our drinks and we talked and smoked a joint until Charles asked Janice to slow dance to one of his favorite romantic songs.



As Brooke and I sipped our drinks and watched couples dancing, I tried to think what would push my loving wife over the edge and make her want to fuck Mark for me. I considered begging, and then bartering, but suddenly I got the idea to shock Brooke and make her jealous enough to fuck Mark out of spite. The more I though about it, the better it sounded to me. So, I went for it. I told her a whopping big lie. I announced, “I have a confession, Brooke.”

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