Dear M,

We’ve never done anything like this before, so please forgive any awkwardness. I’m Eleanor, and my husband Richard and I have been married for 27 years. We’re in our late fifties, professionals in finance and law respectively, and we’ve recently found ourselves… curious. We’ve talked at length and decided we’d like to explore a threesome, specifically with another man. We’re unsure how to proceed, but we know what we want—something intimate, intense, respectful yet uninhibited.

We stumbled upon your profile (you sound like such a good fit for what we are looking for), and we’d like to hear your thoughts. What would you suggest for a couple like us, dipping our toes into this for the first time? We’re nervous but excited to read your response.

Warm regards,
Eleanor & Richard

Hi Eleanor and Richard,

I’m thrilled you reached out. I can feel the mix of nerves and excitement in your words. I’ve got a little experience with another couple. I know how to make this intimate and intense, just as you crave. Let’s ease into it, build that anticipation.

Picture this: the three of us in a dimly lit hotel suite, soft music playing, a bottle of wine half-empty on the table. Eleanor, I see you in something sleek—a black silk dress clinging to your slim frame, your dark hair falling over your shoulders. Richard, you’re in a crisp shirt, sleeves rolled up, grey hair catching the light as you watch her with that hungry look. I’d start slow, sitting close to Eleanor, my hand brushing her thigh, feeling the heat through the fabric, while I lock eyes with you, Richard, making sure you’re in on every moment. I’d lean in, whisper in her ear, “Tell me what you want me to do to you, right here, with him watching.” What would you say, Eleanor? And Richard, how does it feel to imagine her trembling under my touch while you’re right there?

Tell me what’s running through your minds reading this. I want to hear every detail of how it hits you. Let’s keep this going—I’ve got more ideas if you’re ready.

Looking forward to your reply,

M

Dear M,

God, we weren’t expecting to feel this way just from an email. Eleanor here—I read your message aloud to Richard last night in bed, and I could barely get through it without my voice shaking. That image of the hotel suite, the silk dress, your hand on my thigh… I felt a heat I haven’t in years. I kept imagining your whisper in my ear, and I told Richard I’d say, “Touch me everywhere, let him see how I react.” My heart was pounding just admitting that.

Richard’s turn—your words hit me hard. Seeing Eleanor described like that, knowing you’d be looking at me while touching her, it’s got me restless in ways I can’t explain. I had to put the laptop down and pull her close after reading. We didn’t sleep much, let’s just say. I’m picturing her trembling, like you said, and I’m aching to see it in real life.

We’re both turned on, more than we thought possible from just words. Please, tell us more. What happens next in that hotel room? We’re hanging on every detail.

Eagerly,
Eleanor & Richard

Hi guys,

I’m so glad to hear how much that got under your skin. Knowing I’ve got you both restless and aching just from a few words is exactly what I wanted. Let’s push it further.

Back in that hotel suite, after Eleanor whispers she wants to be touched everywhere, I’d slide my hand higher up her thigh, under that silk dress, feeling the lace of her lingerie—if she’s wearing any. I’d look at you, Richard, and say, “Should I keep going, or do you want a turn to feel how warm she is?” I’d watch your eyes darken as Eleanor shifts closer to me, her breath hitching, her dark hair brushing my shoulder. My fingers would trace slow circles, teasing, until she’s squirming, and I’d murmur to her, “Tell him how this feels, let him hear it from you.”

Then I’d stand, pulling her up with me, guiding her to face you, Richard, while I stand behind her. I’d ease the straps of her dress down, exposing her shoulders, kissing the nape of her neck while my hands roam her slim curves. I’d say to you, “Come closer, help me undress her. Let’s see every inch together.” I want her caught between us, feeling both our hands, our breaths, building that tension until none of us can hold back.

How’s this playing out in your heads? Eleanor, what are you feeling imagining my lips on your neck? Richard, what’s it like thinking of peeling that dress off her with me? I’m dying to know how this is hitting you both—every fucking detail.

Can’t wait to hear back,
M

Hi,

Eleanor here first. Reading your email, I couldn’t sit still. That image of you behind me, kissing my neck, your hands on me while Richard watches and joins in, my skin was on fire. I felt a shiver down my spine just thinking of your voice saying those words, telling him to come closer. I read it to Richard over breakfast, and I had to stop halfway because my hands were trembling. We ended up back in bed, my fingers gripping the sheets while he touched me, both of us picturing you there with us. I kept whispering, “I want to feel both of you,” and it drove us wild.

Richard now, I’m still reeling. The thought of standing there, helping you undress Eleanor, seeing her caught between us, it’s got me hard just typing this. After she read your message, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I kept imagining her dress sliding down, exposing her pale skin, and me stepping in close, feeling her heat with you right there. We were both panting by the end, talking about how it’d feel to share her like that. I’ve never been this worked up over a fantasy.

We’re desperate for more. What happens when the dress is off? How do we cross that final line together? We’re checking our inbox constantly now, needing your next words.

Completely hooked,
Eleanor & Richard

Hey Eleanor and Richard,

Damn, your replies are getting me as worked up as you are. Knowing I’ve got you trembling over breakfast, gripping sheets, and craving more, fuck, that’s hot. Let’s take this all the way.

In that hotel suite, with Eleanor’s dress pooled at her feet, she’s standing between us in just her lingerie—black lace, barely covering her slim frame. I’m behind her, hands on her hips, grinding against her ass so she feels how hard I am. I look at you, Richard, over her shoulder and say, “Take off her bra, man. Let’s see her completely bare for us.” As you unhook it, I slide her panties down, slow, letting my fingers brush her inner thighs, feeling how wet she already is. She’s quivering, caught in the heat of both our gazes.

I’d guide her to the bed, laying her down, her dark hair spilling across the sheets. I’d kneel between her legs, spreading her open, looking up at you as I say, “Watch how she reacts when I taste her.” I’d drag my tongue over her, slow at first, savoring every gasp, while you stand there, your hands itching to touch. Then I’d pull back, smirking, and tell you, “Your turn, Richard. Take over while I watch her face.” I’d move up, kissing her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips, while you take my place, driving her wild.

We’d build her up like that, trading off, until she’s begging for more. I’d strip down then, letting her see what she’s in for, and say, “Tell us who you want inside you first, Eleanor. We’re both ready.” And Richard, I’d look at you and add, “Or maybe we take turns, keep her filled until she can’t take it anymore.”

How’s this hitting you? Eleanor, what’s running through your mind imagining us trading off like that? Richard, how does it feel to picture her begging between us? Give me every raw thought, I’m eating this up as much as you are.

Waiting for you,

M

Hi M,

Eleanor here first. I’m sitting here with my hands shaking as I type, still reeling from your words. Imagining myself on that bed, spread out between the two of you, your tongue on me, then Richard’s,it’s got my pulse racing so hard I can barely think straight. When you wrote about kissing me, letting me taste myself on your lips, I felt this jolt straight through me. And then asking who I want inside me first? God, I whispered to Richard, “I’d pick you first, just to feel both of you take turns.” We didn’t even make it out of the bedroom after reading this. I was on him, desperate, picturing every second of it.

Richard now. Mate, your email fucking destroyed me. Seeing Eleanor described like that, bare and begging on the bed, and you telling me to take over, my cock was throbbing just reading it. I’m picturing her face as I’d go down on her, knowing you’re watching, kissing her. And when you said we’d take turns filling her up, I nearly lost it. After she read that part aloud, we fucked like we haven’t in years, both of us groaning about how it’d feel with you there. I kept saying, “Tell him you want us both, El,” and she did, over and over, till we were spent.

We’re obsessed now. What happens when we take turns? How does it feel for her, caught between us like that? Paint that scene, don’t hold back. We’re refreshing our inbox like addicts waiting for your next hit.

Burning for more,
Eleanor & Richard

Hey Eleanor and Richard,

Fuck, knowing I’ve got you both this worked up, fucking like animals over my words, is getting me hard just typing this. Let’s dive deeper into that hotel suite and see how it feels when we really cross that line.

Eleanor’s on the bed, naked, her slim body flushed and trembling from our mouths on her, her dark hair a mess across the pillow. She’s just said she’d pick me first, her voice shaky but sure, and I’m grinning at you, Richard, as I position myself between her thighs. “Watch close” I say, gripping my cock and guiding it to her entrance, pushing in slow, inch by inch, letting her stretch around me. She gasps, her nails digging into the sheets, and I groan, “Fuck, El, you’re so tight.” I start thrusting, deep and steady, making her moan with every move, her tits bouncing slightly as I pick up the pace.

I look over at you, Richard, standing there, your eyes dark with lust, your own cock hard and ready. “She’s fucking loving this,” I tell you, pulling her legs wider so you can see every detail, how wet she is, how she takes me. “Tell him, El. Tell him how it feels with me inside you.”

While she pants out her answer, I slow down, not ready to finish yet, and pull out, slick and glistening. “Your turn, mate,” I say to you, moving aside, sitting back to watch. “Fuck her good. Let me hear her scream for you.” I stroke myself slowly, keeping the edge, as I watch you climb onto her, your grey hair falling into your eyes as you line up and drive in, making her arch off the bed. I lean in close to her face, murmuring, “You’re taking us both so well. You want more, don’t you?”

How’s this hitting you now? Eleanor, what’s it like imagining me fucking you first, then passing you to Richard? Richard, how does it feel to slide into her right after me, knowing I’ve just been there? Give me every raw, dirty thought running through your heads. I’m fucking loving this exchange.

Waiting to hear,
M

Hi,

Eleanor here. I’m a mess after reading that. Picturing you pushing into me, slow and deep, telling Richard to watch—it sent this heat straight to my core. I could almost feel it, your cock stretching me, my body reacting with every thrust. When you said to tell him how it feels, I read that part to Richard and just blurted out, “It feels so fucking good, I can’t stop shaking.” We were on each other instantly, my legs wrapped around him, pretending it was you for a second, then him. I came so hard just thinking of being passed between you, hearing you say I’m taking you both so well. I’m soaked just typing this.

Richard now. Bloody hell, mate, I’ve never been this turned on by words. Seeing you describe fucking her, pulling out, then telling me to take my turn, I was gripping the chair reading it. I kept picturing sliding into her, feeling how slick she is from you, her arching under me like that. I growled to El, “He’s right, you’re loving this, aren’t you?” and she just moaned, nodding, as we fucked on the couch, not even making it to the bed this time. I’m dying to know how it escalates. What happens when we’re both so close, when she can’t take any more?

We’re beyond hooked. Tell us how this builds, how we finish her together. Every detail. We’re craving it.

Desperate,
Eleanor & Richard