The Threesome With My Ex

I walked in the front door and my husband greeted me with a kiss. I set my shopping bags down. I had something I needed to ask him.

“Hey. Do you wanna fuck me with my ex?”

Will’s eyes widened and he swallowed. “Um…which one?”

I grinned. “My ex from high school.”

“David?”

“Yeah, David. I just ran into him at the supermarket. He’s looking pretty good, and he’s single. I got his number, and—“

“You got your ex’s number?”

“Yeah, and I was smiling like an idiot the whole time. He must have had some inkling of what’s up. There’s definitely still some chemistry there…I think if I asked him, he would say yes.”

Will thought about it for a minute and smiled. My husband was a madman.

“Fuck yeah, let’s do it.”

He was in a sex frenzy, sharing me in the most depraved ways. I knew he’d take the bait.

Really, I just wanted a chance to fuck David again. I was more than a little curious. I had lost my virginity to him, and I grew to look back fondly on my fumbling first attempts at a blowjob. He was more of a man now, too. Finally, we could actually show each other a good time.

Our chance encounter at the store was a sign that this was meant to be. At any other time in my marriage, it would have been nothing more than a brief, polite conversation followed by a fond trip down memory lane. David was only in town for a week. The stars had aligned.