When a Wish Comes True

"Please, shut the door," Vicky's tone is urgent and imploring. She and her husband, Mike, are in the bedroom indulging in an extended afternoon sex session, not so much 'me' time as 'we' time, when interrupted by the doorbell.

"Stay there," he instructs, and goes to answer it, leaving his highly aroused wife momentarily disappointed and frustrated, knelt bottom up on the bed, thighs provocatively wide apart, and knickers nowhere to be seen. To dispel any ambiguity as to why she's so lewdly posed, Vicky is wearing racy lingerie, nylons and heels, her delectable derriere rosy from a recent spanking.

The master bedroom of their generously proportioned 1930s flat opens directly onto an entrance hall, and in her semi-naked state, Vicky is scarcely two metres from whoever is at the door. What if an unexpected visitor should walk in and look to the right? On the other hand, thinks Vicky, wickedly, the idea of a voyeur does add a thrilling frisson to their adult playtime. And what if the watcher were to join in? A ridiculous thought, obviously.

On the doorstep, Mike is laughing, no doubt enjoying her risk of exposure while exchanging words with someone delivering a parcel. Eventually, the front door closes.

"Good job you got rid of them," Vicky, "My pussy needs some urgent attention."

"Er, they've not exactly gone," confesses Mike.

"Hi, Mrs Green, don't get up on my account." Bloody hell, that sounds like young Callum, the temporary postman. Shocked and confused, Vicky scrambles upright in a futile attempt to preserve her modesty and sits blushing on the bed.

"Happy birthday," continues Callum brightly, "there's a pile of cards in the hall."

"What the..." Vicky gives Mike an accusatory look, no inkling of what he's covertly arranged, suspicious all the same.

"You said you wanted a threesome for your birthday," he shrugs.

"I was joking, we'd had a few drinks." She glares at him and then looks anew at Callum, an easy on the eye, suntanned young man with muscular legs in ubiquitous Post Office shorts. It dawns on her that getting to know him intimately is not the worst idea. After all, it wouldn't be the first time they had frolickeda trois, admits Vicky, albeit silently.

There was that holiday in Greece when she and Mike met a pretty and unconventional French woman in a small island bar. Since they knew no one, and more importantly, no one knew them, hooking up was no risk to anyone's reputation. One thing led to another, a threesome ensued, and after the two women had fucked Mike into an exhausted sleep, Vicky spent a very erotic and educational few hours getting to know the Gallic girl better. Probably not tactful to say so right this moment, but for her, the highlight of the holiday.

Vicky shakes her head to dismiss the happy memory and focus on the present. The two men are looking on expectantly, what happens next is her choice.

"So," Vicky says, trying to quell the nervous butterflies fluttering in her midriff, "if - and at the moment it's only if - we three were to have sex, how might it work? Do we take it in turns? Do you guys want to make out as well?"

"No," they reply, immediately and in unison. No ambiguity there, bisexuality may pique her interest, but not the guy's.

"I was thinking," Mike ventures, "both of us at the same time."

"In my pussy, you'd ruin me!" There follows a pause while the two prudently let Vicky work it out for herself. The penny drops.

"You mean..." Vicky lets the wicked notion hang in the air.

"Maybe Callum from the front and me from behind," suggests Mike cautiously, aware it's a big ask. "Again, not the first time," he adds quietly. Indeed, Vicky isn't an anal virgin, albeit it's more a special treat than a regular part of the couple's extensive sexual repertoire. Their new friend appears unshocked at this revelation.

"How about," adds her husband, "we start slowly and see where things go? You can stop us at any time."

To Callum, Vicky has thus far been simply Mrs G, who lights his day with casual conversation whenever she chances upon him delivering mail. Mrs G, who, in the confusion of Callum's unexpected appearance, has quickly donned a fetching silk kimono which, fortunately, conceals little of her abundant mature charms. Mrs G, emphatically a desirable woman in her prime, beneath her wrap inadvertently flashing enticing glimpses of a depilated pussy, the sight instantly making Callum stiffen.

As each eagerly anticipates how events might pan out, Mike recalls his part in orchestrating this unlikely moment. Answering his question as to what she wanted for her birthday, Vicky revealed a long-cherished fantasy.

"A threesome," she announced boldly, "two blokes please since it's my turn to choose." Mike briefly wondered if she was serious or even sure, then decided this was an opportunity not to be missed. Who could he ask to join them? Clearly not anyone local, a close friend or social acquaintance, consequently, a stranger, in which case, who to trust? A light bulb moment. Callum, the young guy spending the summer delivering mail, with whom he is already on friendly terms and sure Vicky will find physically attractive.

Callum is officially on a gap year with a guaranteed place at a prestigious university. However, having travelled for a few months before taking on this job to replenish his coffers, has recently decided, unknown to his parents, on a gap life instead. Why incur student debt running into five figures to be replaced by AI or end up yet another barista with a degree? Better to earn some cash, grab his backpack and explore the world.

Mike carefully broached the threesome idea when discussing Vicky's impending birthday, and Callum, more worldly wise than many of his generation, who apparently eschew sex, drugs and booze - all the things Mike had sampled at that age, was immediately on board.

This is all moving a bit fast, cautions the sensible side of Vicky's brain. Grab the chance of an adventure with your lovely husband and a new lover in a safe place, responds her spontaneous self. Anyway, you inadvertently initiated this encounter.

"Condoms, gentlemen, please," announces Vicky decisively, mind made up. Callum closes in for a kiss, tongue darting between her lips and she responds avidly. Meanwhile, Mike is squeezing and fondling her tits, always a catalyst to Vicky's desire. They hold and caress her body, kissing her neck and nipples, fingers exploring her soaking slot. She gives herself up to their embrace, undulating her hips sensuously, the smell of sex and perfume in the air. Arousal accelerating exponentially, she is unexpectedly overtaken by a quivering orgasm.

"Oh, wow, now that's a welcome surprise," gasps Vicky, who has never come so quickly before. "You've got me so worked up, I need you two inside my pussy, right now. How about I start by going cowgirl on Callum?" She unfastens his shorts, gives silent thanks to Eros for the size of the impressive erection which springs into view and pushes the mailman, who clearly can't believe his luck, onto the bed. As Mike looks on, freeing and stroking his own cock, Vicky straddles Callum and lowers herself carefully onto his straining member until fully impaled. "Oh yes," she groans appreciatively, "fill me up."

Vicky begins to rock her hips, sensuously rotating her pelvis while Callum times his upthrusts with hers, relaxing into a steady rhythm. As she rides his cock, he reaches to rub her swollen clit, and she moans sweetly in reaction to his touch. Her new lover pulls Vicky forward, kissing her passionately, and Mike seizes the moment to massage lube around her peeking rosebud.

While Callum continues to lustily shaft her pussy, Vicky feels the insistent force of Mike's erection easing into her tight arse, struggles to control her breathing and adjust to the initial discomfort. Callum's cock in her soaked pussy provides an exquisite counterpoint to the ecstatic sensations Mike is creating as he pumps her pulsing anus and Vicky revels in the lewd excitement of being fucked by two fit men.

Callum reverently strokes her silky thighs, his first time with a woman wearing stockings; this could be the start of a beautiful fetish. Mike's safe hands steady her hips as he takes her from behind. Although at different angles, they continue thrusting in and out of her body, only centimetres apart.

"Guys," says Vicky, already breathlessly in thrall to sublime sensations, "please slow and easy, fuck me gently. I've a lot more cock stretching me than any woman has a right to expect."

Vicky can only take so much penetration and knows a conclusion must - literally - come soon. Not least because, possessed of enviable stamina, the young postman seems as if he might continue forever. To get them to finish at the same time will take all her erotic ingenuity. Internal muscles clenching, grinding down on the base of Callum's cock, Vicky ups the ante.

"Go on, fuck me senseless," she implores, dirty talk to encourage her husband, who she instinctively guesses will ejaculate first. The intense pleasure of being doubly shafted is all consuming. Vicky begins to lose it, crying out and shuddering in the throes of ecstasy. Unable to hold back, Mike comes and Vicky surrenders to a series of trembling orgasms. Taken to her limit and beyond, she bucks desperately against Callum, who thankfully climaxes too.

The three lie silently in a satiated, post-orgasmic haze. Limp cocks slip from Vicky's consummately fucked orifices. Callum is ready to go again within minutes, but Vicky has enjoyed enough afternoon delight.

In a trance-like state, Mike goes in search of beer; his wife never ceases to amaze him, who would have thought such sex possible?

"I thought you guys always came twice?" Vicky playfully teases the postman.

"James M Cain has much to answer for," he smiles, instantly getting the literary reference.

She'd like to widen Callum's horizons - surely what a gap year is intended for? Mike is conveniently away on a lad's mountain biking break this weekend and won't mind if Vicky gives her protege further love lessons, so long as she shares the details with him afterwards. Vicky imagines sucking on that lovely cock and daydreams of being fucked tirelessly by Callum, his rigid rod sunk deep in her pussy, her ankles around his waist.

Mike returns with drinks, and the three toast a unique birthday celebration before Vicky steps contentedly, if rather stiffly, towards the shower and Callum belatedly recalls people are awaiting their mail delivery. What an experience! As the adage has it, be careful what you wish for. Perhaps a less strenuous yet equally inventive and sexy present next year?