Write a story about my wife getting DPed by me and my friend "Jon"

 

What is her name?

 

Dawn

 

Bump

 

Another of her

 

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Don't have time right now because I'm finishing up a chapter on Potential, then I have one short story to write for a contest, but if you keep bugging me, I'll take care of your lovely Dawn and your friend Jon. Does she like anal or should one at each end?

 

One at each end, or both at one end

 

Bump

 

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I have your story finished. I was thinking that I'd post it with the actual title and put a link to that thread here and in the story thread put a link back to this thread. What do you think? I guess I could just post it right here, but it won't look like a story so people might ignore it. Your call, it's your story.

 

It is regrettable that it took me four months to finally get this written, but below is the requested story. I will also post it in a new thread with the actual name of the story.

A Dinner Surprise for Three

by bistander​

Dawn looked away from her computer screen and blew out a long breath, then she stood up, reached under her skirt and pulled her drenched panties away from her pussy. This was a terrible idea, she thought and got mad at her husband all over again. But Nate hadn't forced her hand when she decided to click on that link. Curiosity had gotten the better of her.

At the time, Dawn had agreed to it, assuming nothing would come of it. After all, it was pure fantasy. Why not let her husband request a story be written? Neither of them had ever been overly adventurous, but recently she discovered how much she liked having her asshole played with. It would be a lie to say the idea hadn't floated through her mind occasionally while they were in a heated lovemaking session.

Although, when Dawn found out her husband had posted pictures of her tits for the would-be author's inspiration, she was furious. Random men around the world were looking at her and having thoughts that she was sure she didn't want to hear. Nate told her he couldn't take them down himself, and the site was run by people who rarely did anything, so it might take a while.

That night, while her husband was sleeping, Dawn had learned something about herself. She wasn't as prudent as she supposed. What would be the harm in knowing what someone other than Nate thought about her body? The truth was, Dawn was scared. She always thought her breasts might be too soft and her nipples too big. They are complete strangers who you'll never meet, she told herself and opened the thread with her images.

After thirty minutes, Dawn had gotten in bed and woke her husband up. “What, ah, what are—” Nate stopped trying to speak and continued to stare at her while she finished sucking him off. Giving head was something she had always been passionate about, but that night, she gave Nate the best blowjob of his life.

Now, after months of empty promises and excuses, bistander had finally finished writing the story. Dawn had expected it to be some incoherent teenager's dribble. Maybe, she had hope that's what it would be. If she had known it wasn't, would she have read it?

Dawn scrolled back to the top of, A Dinner Surprise for Three, and started reading again. Her panties were flooded and soaking through her pants, but she refused to take them off. If she got caught fingering herself while reading a threesome story, written about her, Nate would assume she wanted one. Dawn didn't. She was smart enough to know it could lead to problems. Her husband might get jealous. He might be disturbed if she went wild the way the author had depicted her in his story. What if he loved it and wanted her to keep acting like a horny girl, exploring every aspect of her sexuality?

After Dawn's third reading of bistander's fantasy, she knew a few things. Bistander thought she was cute and sexy, and she felt like she could picture him. She saw him sitting behind a keyboard, staring at her images, creating an imaginary person. Was it possible for someone to look at a picture of her and read her hidden thoughts? Of course not, Dawn told herself. She didn't want to believe anything like that existed inside her mind. That fuckin' author had planted those bad thoughts in her head. She was a good girl and a faithful wife, not a wild woman who needed to experience two cocks at the same time. No, she didn't want to suck a dick while another cock was stuffed in her pussy. She certainly didn't want to see the look on her husband's face when he saw her rubbing her face on another man's groin.

Dawn bumped twenty threads so A Dinner Surprise for Three would fall into the abyss of the story section. Nate couldn't see it, not yet, not until she figured out how to make it come true without blowing up their marriage or a friendship.


It took a week of secretly peeking at the thread, she now thought of as hers, before Dawn was convinced the author hadn't impregnated her brain with those ideas. He had mined them from that place deep within every human, and Dawn had embraced the darkness. Bistander had laid out a diabolical scheme that would shield her from serious repercussions. There was no doubt in her mind that Nate would go along with it; after all, this started out as his idea. The only thing left for her to do was make dinner for three, and invite Jon. That was the scary part for her.


When the day came for Dawn to invite their friend, Jon, to dinner, she practiced her speech repeatedly in her head before making the call. Of course, Jon wanted to come over for dinner; he loved the way she cooked. The rest of their conversation hadn't been as agreeable, though. Jon couldn't believe she was asking him to do something that sounded like a porn movie.

“I promise, Jon, it's going to work. All you have to do is follow my leads. Nate will love it.”

“Or, he might beat my ass out the front door,” Jon said.

“That isn't going to happen. I promise he wants this. It's an early birthday present, something we have talked about for years. I'd never do it with anybody except you. I've always thought you were handsome, and I'm pretty sure I caught you checking me out, a few hundred times.”

“I'll swear it's not true if you repeat this, but I think you're one of the sexiest women I've ever known. Nate's a lucky guy.”

“Thank you, that's sweet,” Dawn said. “Now, if you'll agree to my plan, Nate will be even luckier, and you'll get lucky, too.”

“Why don't we talk about it and all agree, then—”

“No, that will make it uncomfortable. They'll be so much pressure and nervousness that it will be hard to enjoy ourselves. Plus, if it doesn't happen for some reason, then Nate won't be disappointed if he never knew.”

“Alright, I'll go along with it, but he better not punch me,” Jon said. “Oh, and Dawn, I'm surprised. I never thought of you as someone who would do something like this.”

“Nobody is more surprised than me,” Dawn said, and that was the truth. The lies that had preceded it, though, they had flowed with an ease that made her uncomfortable. Of course, they could have talked it over and agreed to have a threesome, but bistander's ideas were rich with suspense, surprise, and erotic adventure. If she planted some seeds, took steps towards damage control, and followed his plan, it would be the most erotic, sexual adventure of her life.


In the days that followed, Dawn communicated with Jon several times, assuring him that there would be no repercussions for him. All he had to do was follow her leads and act like he was enjoying himself. He assured her that if she did any of the things she had alluded to, he would do more than enjoy himself.


A dinner for three was something Dawn could whip up without breaking a sweat, but that Friday, she didn't go to work. It would take the whole day to prepare the what she planned to serve her husband and Jon.

The first order of business was wardrobe. The dress needed to be just right. It would be short enough to show off her thick, shapely thighs; cut low enough to display the deep cleavage her new bra would push into the gap, and sheer enough to be provocative, but not cause alarm. When her large nipples stiffened with excitement, she wanted the men to notice. It would also have to allow her to Salsa dance. Mm, that's when the fun would begin, she thought.


Dawn got the wine and food next, then she cleaned house, or maybe it was better said, staged the house. Once things got going, everything had to go off according to plan, so she made sure anything needed would be at her fingertips.

Before showering and dressing, Dawn prepared and positioned all that she could to simplify the cooking process, then, to fortify her courage, she reread her story. It took her to that place in her mind where fantasy touched reality. She needed that.


Nate and Jon would be there in a matter of minutes. The steaks were marinading, and the wine was chilled, and Dawn's stomach was twisting with anticipation and fear. When her husband walked into the kitchen and saw her in that seductive, red dressed and heels, he'd know something was going on. It would be her job to gauge his reaction, then decide how to proceed. If necessary, she could still abort the mission at that point, but if they made it to the living room after dinner, that was the point of no return.

“Honey, I'm home,” Nate called out from the foyer. “Something smells good.”

Dawn inhaled the scent of the sexiest perfume she had and smiled. “I'm in here,” she said and opened the refrigerator, then waited.

When she heard the men's shoes on the linoleum, she tightened her leg muscles and leaned forward far enough to peak their interest. Every man hoped to catch a peek of an unsuspecting woman's butt when her dress lifted. Nate told her that.

The moment of truth had arrived. She grabbed the marinading steaks and turned around. Both men were staring at her, but her husband's eyes were wide with surprise. It was too soon to know if he was pleasantly surprised or shocked that she was dressed to kill. What he did next would tell Dawn if there were a chance of A Dinner Surprise for Three happening. She set the steaks on the counter.

Nate looked at Jon, then he walked toward her. "You look great," he said and slipped his hands around her waist. She saw curiosity and desire in his eyes. “Hot, you're hot,” he whispered and started kissing her. It wasn't the kind of kiss that was appropriate in front of company.

Dawn felt one of his hands drifting down her back. The intensity of his kissing increased and he palmed her ass cheek. At that point, her husband would expect her to be embarrassed and repel his advance, instead, she raked her teeth over his lip and welcomed the fingers fondling her ass. Nate shoved his groin against her. Dawn felt empowered, but her arousal was quickly approaching a state she wasn't familiar with. Fiction could intersect reality without issue, but only in someone's mind. Dawn felt herself rushing toward loss of control. She needed to stop before she chanced blowing the whole thing before it started.

"I'm feeling left out," Jon said.

Dawn stepped back and straightened her dress. "Sorry, Jon," she said. "Nate, why don't you go kiss Jon while I cook." She was panting.

Nate smiled. "Baby, you look so good, I'd say you're already cooking."

"I agree," Jon said. "You look like you're ready to go out dancing."

"Dancing, yeah, but we're not going anywhere," Dawn said. "There's beer and wine. Why don't you two go relax while I finished dinner." They were staring at her like she was dinner, and she liked it.

Nate and Jon looked at each other. Nate said, "We'll sit, but I don't think I'll be able to relax," and opened the refrigerator. "Beer?"

Jon said, "Sure."

She winked at Jon while Nate was looking in the refrigerator. Jon's face flushed.


The meal was served and compliments flowed freely, as did the wine. Dawn metered her intake. She wanted to appear tipsy, not get drunk. Not on wine, anyway. She was high as a kite on brain chemicals. The control she had over the men's eyes, the attention, the praise, and the anticipate had her in a place that could only be compared to an approaching climax. Not just any though, it would be one of those blackout orgasms, the kind that was easy to get addicted to.

After dinner, the trio relaxed in the living room. Their conversation wasn't coarse, but had been liberated by the wine, and it was rich with suggestive innuendoes. Dawn's confidence had waned like an actress about to step on stage, afraid she'd forget her lines. Jon appeared nervous earlier, but he had doused his nerves with alcohol. He would be putty in her hands.

“Boys, I gotta go,” Dawn said and stood up, too quickly. She needed a moment to steady herself, then she looked at Jon. “I'll be right back, be ready to dance.”

Jon looked at Nate and Nate looked at Dawn, then he shrugged. She walked across the living room like a woman who wanted to be watched, but also one who might be intoxicated. It took all of her willpower not to look back and catch them staring. She closed the bathroom door and exhaled like someone who had just successfully cut the correct wire, and the bomb didn't explode.

So far, a dinner for three had gone well, according to plan, but it was time to add the surprise. Dawn freshened up, got what she needed and removed what she didn't need anymore—her panties—then she spun, watching herself in the mirror. It had to be the perfect speed because she only wanted Nate to think he saw something, or in this case, nothing. She couldn't do the Cha-cha like the lady on YouTube, but her dance with Jon would get her husband hard. Hopefully, Jon had watched the video she sent and practiced.

Dawn put her hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath. What happened next would either add the surprise bistander wrote about, or she'd feel like a stripper jumping out of the cake at the wrong party. A bunch of nuns would be staring at her. She released the knob, reached under her dress and pushed a finger deep in her pussy. She was hot and moist, and now she felt like a bad girl.

When Dawn reached the living room, she went straight to her husband, leaned forward to kiss him. Her tits threatened to burst from her dress. She slipped him a small piece of paper, then backed up with her finger across her lips. "Shh." She turned toward the stereo, pushed the play button and pointed at Jon with the same finger that she'd stuffed in her pussy. "Jon, let's dance."

Jon seemed nervous but eager. He jumped up without looking at Nate, and his body started moving to the beat of the music. Dawn pumped her arms, swung her hips and shuffled forward. "Cha-cha." She saw her husband staring at the note, but not making a sound. That meant this was going to work. Nate's birthday wasn't for another month, but the note read:

Don't say a word!

Play along and you'll get your

surprise birthday present.

Shh, not a word.

Jon and Dawn joined hands at the end of their outstretched arms, fingers intertwined. He spread his arms, pulling Dawn forward, then he thrust them straight up. Dawn had to get on her toes. Her chest pressed against Jon's. He shoved his thigh between her legs and lifted it into her crotch. Her body rolled like a wave and ground her burning pussy on him. She wanted to turn around and see the look on her husband's face, but that wasn't in the script, not yet.

Dawn started backing up with her ass shoved out, wiggling. When she reached the limit of her arms she bent over and took two more steps. Her ass was only a few feet from Nate, and it had to be testing the length of her dress. Jon yanked her forward, stepped aside and spun her. The coolness on her hot pussy told her she had twirled too fast. Her husband must have seen her bare bottom. She swished and found her way back to Jon. This time her thigh was between his legs. Their bodies moved together like streamers in a gentle breeze. She rubbed her leg on his growing cock. He whipped her around and she spun away, Jon turned with her and forcefully brought her back against him, then he shimmied down her body. Once he was on one knee like he was proposing, she put her hands on his head, tempted to shove his face between her legs. She threw a leg up and turned on the other foot. Her calf passed over Jon's head, giving him a good view of her crotch.

360° later, Jon climbed back up her body, his swaying to the beat. Her cheek slid across his as they circled. She thrust her arms out, flipped her head side-to-side, then put her hands on Jon's shoulders. She left them there while she snaked down his body, stopping when her face was against his groin. She turned her head and pressed her cheek against his erection, then rhythmically brought her hands down his body.

Their timing had been perfect, and the song ended when her hands reached his hips. In the video she had practiced to, at that point, the audience went wild with cheers, but that wasn't how it ended in bistander's story.

Jon was looking down at her, and their audience of one, Nate, was looking at his wife. She was on her knees with her face in another man's crotch. She took a deep breath and moved her hand seductively up and down Jon's legs, then stopped with one on each side of his erection. It was a nice long cock. She rubbed up and down the length of it, then pinched the zipper tab between her fingers. "Nate, I think he likes the way I dance." She pulled Jon zipper down and leaned back, trying to see her husband behind her.

Nate's upside down image made Dawn dizzy. He was standing behind her, looking down. She couldn't read his expression, but his words shocked her, "You got him excited, better suck him off."

When Dawn glanced up at Jon, he was pushing his cock down towards her face. His hairless balls were hanging over the V at the bottom of the zipper. Her husband had just told her to suck off their friend. Even though this had been her plan, instinct told Dawn to say, what the fuck. Nate had gone off script. She savored the first taste of Jon's cock head. He was as long as Nate, but not as fat, which meant she might be able to take all of him.

Nate held her head and encouraged her. She knew she loved sucking cock, but she hadn't known how much she liked being watched while she did it. Jon's balls were smooth and cool on her forehead. She rubbed them all over her face, then kissed them, licked them and sucked them in, then batted them with her tongue.

Jon moaned and pulled his family jewels free. "I need to sit before I fall."

That worked for Dawn. It was easier on her neck not having to look up while she blew him. Jon removed his pants and sat on the couch. She crawled between his legs. Nate had somehow already undressed and was watching her with an amazingly stiff dick. He obviously hadn't read the story, but she was willing to go with the flow.

Dawn took Jon in her mouth and worked him deep into her throat. Her watering eyes strained to the left. She wanted to see the look on her husband's face when all of their friend's cock was stuffed down her throat.

Nate's expression was one that seemed to match how she felt. They were both erotically charged beyond anything they knew, and they were nervous.

Nate stepped out of her view and Dawn immediately knew where he went. A cool draft swept across her crotch and a finger poked her asshole. Her moan was muffled by a mouth full of cock. Nate grabbed her pussy and squeezed it.

"Ah, yeah." Nate was licking her pussy and asshole. "Fuck me baby, fuck me, please."

When she felt her husband's cock head trolling for her hole, she said, "Do me hard...fast and hard," then she slammed her face down the length of Jon's cock. Nate's groin slapped against her ass. Mm, she had all of them in her. Bistander was right, she was a horny girl who wanted a cock stuffed in both ends. It was a little scary that a stranger knew her better than she knew herself.

When Nate rammed in and forced her forward, Dawn took all of Jon's cock in her mouth, then Nate would pull her back. She seesawed between them, sucking and getting fucked. "Come together, I want to feel both of you squirting in me at the same time," she said in a voice that didn't sound like hers.

It only took a few minutes before Jon grabbed her head and thrust his bloated dick to the hilt. Her nose was smashed on his groin, cutting off her air supply. Nate's fingertips dug into her hips, and he pounded her pussy. She knew he was close, but could she hold her breath that long?

"Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck," Jon moaned. His cock swelled in her throat and fired a burst of hot juice into her stomach. The frantic need to breathe surged adrenaline through Dawn's body while her husband stiffened and released his cum, blasting her cervix. She was pinned between two squirting dicks, without air, and Dawn climaxed wildly without trying to free herself. Her vision blurred.

When Jon pushed Dawn's head away she gasped like someone being waterboarded. Another orgasm rocked her, and she went limp.

Dawn regained her senses after Nate and Jon helped her on the couch. They were both smiling. Nate said, "Let's get rid of this," and started pulling the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms. "Don't want to hide your beautiful tits."

That was when Dawn noticed neither of them was completely limp. She unhooked her bra, saving Nate the embarrassment of not being able to, then wobbled her feet and watched her husband remove her dress. She was naked and for a second she thought she should cross her arms over her bulging nipples. She didn't, but Jon pinched one and started sucking the other one. "Man, I've always loved your wife's tits."

"I've noticed. Seen you staring at her nipples when they get hard, which they do often," Nate said and started sucking on her other tit.

What was happening, Dawn wondered. She was standing in their living room, naked, while two men sucked on her nipples. Both of them were getting hard again. Bistander hadn't counted on this and neither had she.

Nate nibbled on her nipple and slipped a finger inside her flooded pussy. His sperm was leaking out and coated her pussy lips. Jon's hand came in from the back. His wrist pushed between her ass cheeks as his fingers found her juicy slit. Both men started fingering her pussy hole. "Um, what—Never mind," Dawn said.

Jon dragged her juices into the groove of her ass and circled her puckered anus. "Ahhh." She lifted her foot to the couch and grabbed the globes of her butt, pulling them apart. Jon took the hint and pushed a finger through the tight ring. She moaned but didn't open her mouth because she was afraid she might say what she was thinking.

Nate was sliding two fingers in and out of her, making sure her clit was crushed under his palm. Jon sat and pumped the length of his middle finger into her ass tube.

"Oh, my, God, I can't believe I'm going to say this.” Dawn trembled. “Fuck me, both of you at the same time."

Nate grinned. "Our pleasure."

When Jon was on the floor holding his erection up, Dawn stood over him. His smirk was telling. Nate was at her back, hunching and rubbing his boner on her ass. He held her waist and started easing her down. She squatted over the cock pointing at her crotch. Jon worked the bulb through her sloppy channel, and she dropped down when it was in position. "Oh yeah." She took all of him at once, then got on her knees and leaned forward. Her husband had her ass in his hands, and he was bouncing her like a basketball on Jon's cock.

"I wanna feel you in me...in my ass," she said.

Dawn was surprised how slippery Nate was when his dick head pancaked on her butt hole. He teased it, rubbing around in circles. Jon was hunching, gently slid in and out of her. She got impatient and pushed back. "Ouch, fuck!" Half of Nate's cock was stuffed up her ass. "Easy."

"You did that, not me," Nate said and immediately started fucking her ass.

It took a minute, but once the trio found a rhythm, the two cocks pistoned her holes, and a string of orgasms started rolling through her. Each one intensified, as did the punishment the two men were giving her. The room was filled with the smell of nasty, raw sex and the sound of flesh slapping, and moans and groans. She couldn't wait to feel the two cocks injecting her with ball juice. "Hurry, please hurry I can't take much more."

That was the wrong thing to say in Dawn's position. They both sped up and pounded her violently. Their cocks swelled and the most powerful orgasm made her wail. Her words would embarrass her later when they replayed in her mind, but she yelled, "Yes, yes, oh yes, fill me with your cum. Fill both of my holes with your hot cum.”

Nate launched first, his creamy load making him slide with ease through her anal tube. Then Jon cried out and injected her with his sperm juice. Dawn held her breath and focused on the two dicks, pulsing and jerking inside her body. That author had no idea how bad she really was.

Once the post orgasm fog lifted, Nate rolled off Dawn's back, and she rolled off Jon. Her ass and pussy tingled with lingering pleasure. Both of her holes leaked cum and her stomach contained Jon's first load. The three of them laid there on their backs without saying anything. Dawn suspected the men felt the awkwardness she did. She smiled and said, "Help me up."

Nate and Jon pulled Dawn to her feet. She took three steps and flopped on the couch. Nate sat next to her and kissed her ear. "Thank you. You're amazing." He pulled her naked body against his.

Dawn felt like she should thank them, but she said, "You're welcome."

Jon gulped some wine and started getting dressed, avoiding direct eye contact. "Thank you, ah, thank you for dinner and, um, everything. It was wonderful. I'm gonna get going."

She could tell it was awkward for him now that they weren't all involved, and she completely understood, so she didn't try and convince him to stay longer. "Thank you for coming," she said and giggled when her words replayed in her mind.

Nate put his boxers on and got Dawn's bathrobe for her. They said their goodbyes to Jon, without discussing what had just happened. Dawn hoped things wouldn't get more uncomfortable later when the reality really sank in.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Dawn went to the bedroom and found Nate passed out. "Figures," she said and headed for the shower. It still felt like a dream.

Dawn came out of the shower, spent, but she didn't go straight to bed. She turned on the computer and logged into XN, instead. He was a complete stranger, but Dawn felt enough of a connect to bistander to update the story thread so he'd know how it went. Double penetration wasn't according to his script, but the alternate ending hadn't been disappointing.

The story wasn't on the first two pages of the stories section, so Dawn searched for: A Dinner Surprise for Three, by user bistander.

Two results appeared, A Dinner Surprise for Three and A Big Dinner Surprise. Dawn squinted an eye, feeling confused, or maybe too tired to think clearly. She didn't remember bistander having any other stories on the forum. She chose A Big Dinner Surprise and scanned down through the text. It was the same story. The plan, the dress, the dinner, then her heart started racing. She stopped scanning and started reading carefully. Her jaw dropped and she wanted to be mad. Bistander had written another version of the story for Nate.

In the alternate version, Jon confided in Nate, and the two of them came up with a different plan. They took Viagra, and there was the second double penetration scene. It all made more sense now.

Dawn considered waking her husband up and yelling at him, but what would she say, You jerk, you tricked me into doing something I wanted to do? No, she had a better idea and started a private conversation with bistander:

Thank you for the great story. Everything went according to plan.

I have this friend, Julia, and I was wondering if you're any good at writing girl-girl sex, that might turn into another threesome?

Just wondering.

Sore and grateful, Dawn.