Three Make a Splash

Mary and I have been married for over 30 years now, but we married young and occasionally that has made us feel we might have missed out a bit. From quite an early stage in our marriage we took to allowing ourselves a little freedom now and again. Occasionally, this has meant one of us having sex with somebody else, and very occasionally a threesome or foursome. By "very occasionally" I mean about every two or three years. These adventures don't threaten our marriage, but they do give us some exciting memories which most people who married later probably have anyway.

As a general rule we avoid having these adventures with people we know. We've always been afraid that it might lead to embarrassment, either at the time or when we met them again later. But there have been a few exceptions, and many years ago our weekend with Jonathan was one. I had known him since we had been at college together nearly 10 years before. Mary and I had no children back then, and sometimes we were able to take off for a touring holiday. On one of these occasions we had arranged to stay over with Jonathan on our way out from home, and again on our way back.

Jonathan had broken up with a girlfriend a few months before, and we knew that he had taken it badly. He had found that she had been playing around with someone else, and then found that she seemed to have made a habit of this with previous boyfriends too. It was a pretty disillusioning experience, and he had been feeling down for some time. He hadn't had the heart to go out looking for anyone else, so he was on his own. He had a good job, and his own house, and generally lived pretty well. Mary had known him for almost as long as I had, but although she liked him there had never been any suggestion of anything else. He certainly liked her, and like most men who met her probably lusted after her somewhat. She has always had a good figure, and dresses to show it off in a tasteful kind of way.

On this occasion we arrived at Jonathan's place in the early evening and the three of us went out for a meal. We had a few drinks, and had fun catching up. When we got back to Jonathan's house he put us in the guest room, which was on the third storey. It had an ensuite bathroom with a shower, although we didn't make much use of it before falling into bed, tired and slightly boozy. In the morning, Mary was first out of bed and was soon in the ensuite, monopolising the shower. Jonathan had said that there was a second bathroom on the middle floor, and if one of us wanted to use that it would be fine so long as he wasn't in there himself. We had heard him get up earlier and assumed that he had gone down to the kitchen. I decided to leave Mary to it and, throwing a light dressing gown on, I nipped downstairs to use the other bathroom.

Unfortunately, I caught Jonathan completely unawares. He was standing naked in front of the wash basin and as I open the door he turned with a start. From the sideways view that I had I could see that he had a considerable erection in his hand, and had clearly been masturbating. Worse, from his point of view, he had reached the climactic moment just as I threw the door open. Unable to stop himself, he began shooting sperm across the bathroom uncontrollably. The bath was next to the wash basin, and his cum fountained across the gap, hitting the tiles on the other side and dribbling down the wall. I was impressed: the poor man was intensely embarrassed and turned bright red, but he had a hell of a powerful ejaculation.

"Rant," he said, "I'm so sorry. I should have locked the door. I told you could come in here. I'm really sorry you caught me like this."

I have to say I actually thought it was quite funny, but another thought was also coming unbidden into my mind. He grabbed a towel and tried to disguise the erection, which was a bit futile with his sperm still dripping down the wall about three feet away.

"It's okay, Jonathan," I said. "We've all done it. Don't worry about it."

"No, but what if it had been Mary?"

I laughed. "She'd probably have enjoyed it! It's a bit of a turn-on of hers, watching a man cum."

"Even so."

I assured him it was fine with me, and I went back upstairs to find Mary coming out of the ensuite. I just told her that Jonathan had been in the downstairs bathroom so I would follow her through and meet them for breakfast. But that unbidden thought returned. The fact was that Mary had told me how much she enjoyed feeling a very powerful ejaculation inside her. I had never given much thought to it before then, but assumed that women didn't really feel it. Mary had assured me that this was not true, at least for her. She could feel the splash of sperm deep inside her, and it added to her excitement, particularly if she was just being launched on an orgasm herself.

We all had breakfast, and Mary announced that she wanted to pop down the road to a shop she had noticed there. She would only be a few minutes. Jonathan and I cleared the breakfast things, talking as we went. He apologised again for the incident çukurambar escort in the bathroom, and something prompted me to tell him of my unbidden thought.

"You know, mate, I was really impressed with your power-ejaculation across the bathroom. Lost in admiration. I couldn't help thinking that it's one of the things Mary really enjoys during sex. She would really love to experience that."

"Mary? Listen, Rant, Mary is your wife. You know I'd never make a move on a friend's wife."

"I'm sure you wouldn't. That is, not unless we both agreed with the idea."

His face lit up. Suddenly he didn't seem so embarrassed anymore.

"Agreed? What exactly are you saying here?"

So I had to explain a little about the philosophy of marriage that Mary and I share. Jonathan was certainly very taken aback, and said he would never have dreamed that we would get up to "that sort of thing". However, he didn't sound as if he disapproved. In fact, if he thought there was any chance of getting Mary's panties off I was damn sure he wouldn't. Within a couple of minutes, he was telling me that he'd never had a threesome before, but it had always been a fantasy of his. Him and millions of others!

"Listen," I said, "it's Saturday today. We're supposed to be spending next Friday night here on our way back home. Why don't you let me broach the subject gently with Mary and see how she feels? I'll phone you in a couple of days and let you know how things look."

At that point we heard Mary at the door. We shook hands silently, and pretended to be busy with the washing up. Mary and I left about an hour later, and headed for the coast, and ultimately the B