Threesome

"He said he wants to do a threesome," my wife said, to my shock and surprise.

"You're serious?" I gasped.

"He thinks I'd enjoy it, four hands on me, two sets of lips kissing me, seeing me with my mouth and my pussy both filled."

"When did he say this?" I asked.

"Last...last month," she said.

"And you waited till now to say something?" I said. "My god, I...I think that's...I mean..."

"Yes?" she asked.

"Yes, of course yes," I said. "W...when?"

"Tonight," she said.

"Tonight?" I repeated, eyes wide open.

"Tonight. He said he'll be here in an hour."

"An hour...you...you should get ready, I...I should shower. I, my...I don't know what to wear," I said.

She shrugged.

As the hour approached, I sat naked, a raging erection, as she finished with her bra and panties, stockings, heels. I heard the doorbell ring and suddenly felt nervous.

"I...I'm nervous," I said.

"Shhhh," she said, kissing me softly. "It will be fine, you'll enjoy it so much, I know."

"I hope," I said, wondering how it would work.

"Why don't you go let them in," she suggested, "I'll be down in a minute."

"T...them," I whispered.

"Drew and his friend," she said.

"His...his friend?"

"Paul...I think you met him at that golf outing last year."

"P...Paul? He...he's not...I'm not..."

She got a look on her face. "Hon, you didn't think he meant a threesome with me and him and you, right?"

Of course that's what I thought, but I didn't want to admit it, didn't want to look foolish. "N...no, I...I just thought..." I felt my penis shrinking, going flaccid as it always did when I was around Drew. No matter how exciting it was for my wife to have a lover, in the moment, when confronted with him, I always shrank, like I was acknowledging a superior man was present. "I...I'll let them in," I said.

"Sweetie," she said as I was about to walk out of the room.

"Yes?"

"You're forgetting something."

I looked at her, saw where her eyes were. "Honey, p...please," I begged when I realized she was looking at a pink bra and panty set sitting on her dresser.

She narrowed her eyes. "We talked about this," she said.

"I...I said I...I didn't think it was a good idea," I said.

"And listened and thought about it and Drew and I think differently," she said.

"But..."

"Go on," she said.

"But...but I...I know Paul," I said, "he...he's in my...he's in my golf circle."

"Is he?" she asked. "Even better."

"Better?"

"He'll understand the pecking order," she said.

A minute later, I was downstairs, answered the door. I kept my eyes down, couldn't look at either of them, especially Paul. 

"Guess you weren't kidding," Paul said with a laugh.

"Told you," Drew said when they walked it.

"Can...may I get you drinks," I asked softly, "she'll be down in a few minutes."

"You know my preference," Drew said to me. 

Paul chuckled. "Bourbon," he said. 

"Yes, Sir," I said, afraid to misbehave, afraid to be sent away, horrified to be here, dying to watch.