MilkFountain
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Since my wife and I have shared her with friends--from time to time enjoyed dinners with men we like for her, this last summer we started doing something similar on camping trips, hikes, and any kind of outdoors weekend: tenting, barbecuing, climbing, visiting isolated natural hot pools, lake and river swimming, kayaking . . . with a male friend, Geoff.
Although Geoff was younger than I, and way bigger, he was quiet and respectful. More than once his presence caused my wife to refer to him as the "gentle giant."
My wife and I always settle on someone we are both comfortable with, such as Geoff, our first invitee. As with the others since, once I'd seen that Geoff was smitten with my wife and that there was chemistry both ways--I talked, first with her, and then with him. I wanted to make clear to him what was expected and what was not. He and I had often talked by phone before, so it was natural when I invited him for a beer. I told him I wanted to discuss something in private.
I called Geoff because he was a colleague, a fellow student in my karate dojo. With embarrassed starts and stops he finally admitted that yes, he did find her very attractive. I proposed he spend Saturday and Sunday hiking with us. When he reassured me that he had his own tent, I told him not to bother, that he could stay in ours, that I'd appreciate his carrying the tent half the hike into the hot pool we planned on visiting. He and I could take turns carrying the tent and he could spend the night in it with us.
To my surprise, he said he might not be comfortable staying in our tent.
It was hard for me to get him to explain the reason for his reluctance: he said he "woke a couple of times in the night." Red-faced, he finally told me that he had no control over his almost nightly wet dreams, espcially after a lot of exercise--like, he pointed out, hiking a long way. I asked him if the proximity of my wife in our tent, especially since I knew he liked her, would make the situation more difficult for him. He was silent. Then, he nodded yes.
I told him not to worry, not to think of his "tumescence," as I put it, as a negative, that my life would take it as a compliment.
I saw in his face that the moment I said, "tumescence," he was gob-smacked into silence. I could read in his eyes the sudden realizations her reported interest promised.
I watched him think that. Then, I went on, hinting how much she would enjoy his company, and that he didn't have to invite along someone else, that she would enjoy being the center of attention of two men. He nodded. "Seriously, you'll have to tell her," I said, "about your nocturnal emissions." (Although at that moment in our private conversation between him and me, he was silent, listening, when on the ride to where we left the car to begin our hike, my wife asked about his "nightly interrupted sleep," he finally got around to laughing at himself as he told the two of us about his initial embarrassment in his early teens--sneaking to the bathroom to change his pajamas or underwear, and his mom's curiosity one morning about a large number of soiled underwear in the wash recently. As he spoke, my wife kept laughing, punctuated by frequent exclamations of "Wonderful," and a clap of her hands.
In the evening, by the time we'd reached the edge of the hot pool where we raised our tent, I'd caught our friend several times eyeing my wif's tits and ass. Close on his heels and he right behind my wife in the steady climb up the mountain trail, I noticed as he speculatively eyed her bottom--often at his eye-level and two, sometimes three feet away. (Privately, I thought his meditation on her ass--always a magnet for stares and comments on our walks in town--was good preparation for the evening in close quarters in our tent.
Days later, she told me that twice she'd suddenly turned to offer some of her trail mix, and caught his eyes as they shot up to meet hers.
In our initial phone conversation--finally curious, intrigued, and confused--he asked questions. That freed me to elaborate on her feelings for him, and that he should "relax with that," that my wife would enjoy "another man's interest." As he asked more questions, I sensed he was getting aroused. But when I finally suggested he bring along condoms, he grew quiet again. Later, when I was in bed with my wife, I asked if she'd be comfortable with our friend, Geoff, hiking with us on the coming weekend. She thought about it, then surprised me, commenting what, to seasoned campers like us, should have been obvious, "We can't go if the weather's bad."
I thought I'd slid one by her. Her being one step ahead of me was confirmed when she asked, "Where will he sleep?" I said that I knew he didn't have a tent. She blinked, snuggled in the crook of my arm, and said nothing more. That was the beginning.
Has anybody else done anything, anything remotely like this?
Although Geoff was younger than I, and way bigger, he was quiet and respectful. More than once his presence caused my wife to refer to him as the "gentle giant."
My wife and I always settle on someone we are both comfortable with, such as Geoff, our first invitee. As with the others since, once I'd seen that Geoff was smitten with my wife and that there was chemistry both ways--I talked, first with her, and then with him. I wanted to make clear to him what was expected and what was not. He and I had often talked by phone before, so it was natural when I invited him for a beer. I told him I wanted to discuss something in private.
I called Geoff because he was a colleague, a fellow student in my karate dojo. With embarrassed starts and stops he finally admitted that yes, he did find her very attractive. I proposed he spend Saturday and Sunday hiking with us. When he reassured me that he had his own tent, I told him not to bother, that he could stay in ours, that I'd appreciate his carrying the tent half the hike into the hot pool we planned on visiting. He and I could take turns carrying the tent and he could spend the night in it with us.
To my surprise, he said he might not be comfortable staying in our tent.
It was hard for me to get him to explain the reason for his reluctance: he said he "woke a couple of times in the night." Red-faced, he finally told me that he had no control over his almost nightly wet dreams, espcially after a lot of exercise--like, he pointed out, hiking a long way. I asked him if the proximity of my wife in our tent, especially since I knew he liked her, would make the situation more difficult for him. He was silent. Then, he nodded yes.
I told him not to worry, not to think of his "tumescence," as I put it, as a negative, that my life would take it as a compliment.
I saw in his face that the moment I said, "tumescence," he was gob-smacked into silence. I could read in his eyes the sudden realizations her reported interest promised.
I watched him think that. Then, I went on, hinting how much she would enjoy his company, and that he didn't have to invite along someone else, that she would enjoy being the center of attention of two men. He nodded. "Seriously, you'll have to tell her," I said, "about your nocturnal emissions." (Although at that moment in our private conversation between him and me, he was silent, listening, when on the ride to where we left the car to begin our hike, my wife asked about his "nightly interrupted sleep," he finally got around to laughing at himself as he told the two of us about his initial embarrassment in his early teens--sneaking to the bathroom to change his pajamas or underwear, and his mom's curiosity one morning about a large number of soiled underwear in the wash recently. As he spoke, my wife kept laughing, punctuated by frequent exclamations of "Wonderful," and a clap of her hands.
In the evening, by the time we'd reached the edge of the hot pool where we raised our tent, I'd caught our friend several times eyeing my wif's tits and ass. Close on his heels and he right behind my wife in the steady climb up the mountain trail, I noticed as he speculatively eyed her bottom--often at his eye-level and two, sometimes three feet away. (Privately, I thought his meditation on her ass--always a magnet for stares and comments on our walks in town--was good preparation for the evening in close quarters in our tent.
Days later, she told me that twice she'd suddenly turned to offer some of her trail mix, and caught his eyes as they shot up to meet hers.
In our initial phone conversation--finally curious, intrigued, and confused--he asked questions. That freed me to elaborate on her feelings for him, and that he should "relax with that," that my wife would enjoy "another man's interest." As he asked more questions, I sensed he was getting aroused. But when I finally suggested he bring along condoms, he grew quiet again. Later, when I was in bed with my wife, I asked if she'd be comfortable with our friend, Geoff, hiking with us on the coming weekend. She thought about it, then surprised me, commenting what, to seasoned campers like us, should have been obvious, "We can't go if the weather's bad."
I thought I'd slid one by her. Her being one step ahead of me was confirmed when she asked, "Where will he sleep?" I said that I knew he didn't have a tent. She blinked, snuggled in the crook of my arm, and said nothing more. That was the beginning.
Has anybody else done anything, anything remotely like this?
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