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Our First Threesome
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Our First Threesome It was a day that started unlike any other day. The hotel reservation was made, early check-in was requested, the champagne was chilled, new box of condoms, some light wrist and ankle restraints were packed and B had bought some new lingerie and the time to meet was set. Even though we would only be a few miles away and gone for a few hours, the care in packing was more than for some of our weekend vacations. Even though B was very interested in the adventure, she very nervous and when we made cell phone contact with Mr. P to confirm that everything was on-track, she said, “I really wished that he backed out … oh well … here we go.” We checked into the room and a few minutes later I met Mr. P in the hotel lobby. As we walked to the room, I told him that she was extremely nervous, far more nervous about this than I had originally thought she would be. But she was still willing to proceed with the understanding that the likely minimum activity would be us giving her a four-handed body massage and then us giving him a four-handed body massage in return. She would decide if and how much further things actually went. I had packed a special bottle of some champagne, purchased during a vacation we had taken over the summer, some grapes and strawberries. When Mr. P and I arrived in the room, B was fully dressed, as expected, and sitting in the far corner of the half-sized couch with the coffee table covered with snacks in front of her. Mr. P then sat on the other side of the couch and I took a chair across from them. The next 45 minutes was taken up in both small-talk, relationship talk and past sexual experiences that somehow seemed relevant to bring-up. It was a pleasant and relaxing visit. About the time that I was planning to suggest beginning the massage session, B excused herself to go to the powder room. Upon her return, she had removed her sweater and jeans and was in her new black camisole and black underpants. She returned to the couch and there was more talk, although the tension in the room had changed dramatically. I was greatly relieved because B was relaxed enough to do this and the signs for any next steps were positive. I excused myself to go take a shower thinking that they would continue talking. When I was drying off, I heard some sounds that were not the typically sounds of conversation. When I came out, Mr. P’s pants were down around his knees and B ’s head was going up and down and sideways in his lap. Apparently, Mr. P had kissed B and asked what would I think if I returned to the room with her sucking on his cock. She had replied, “He’d love it” and proceeded to do this unselfish act, solely for my benefit. Mr. P then stood up and B continued to suck. I got on my knees behind her and put my head on her shoulder for a better view of this momentous event. When his cock slipped out of her mouth, it would slide along the side of her cheek and I would stick out my tongue to try to touch it. Finally, Mr. P asked B to “let to poor man have a taste” … and so I got my first taste and feel of a cock. Smooth and slippery is what I remember. After that, as they moved to the bed everything begins to blur into scenes of hands, feet arms and other body parts. One of the first things that I remember happening is watching them kiss. It was not just a kiss, but B was writhing around as she kissed and making passionate sounds. I loved it ... to see my beautiful wife in the throes of ecstasy was so satisfying to me. There must be some wires crosses in my gray matter … but this was just wonderful! We had talked and wondered how I (actually how both of us) would react to her kissing another man. Shiver-me-timbers! Because as far as I was concerned this was all about her ecstasy, I kept a low profile and spent a lot of time hovering around the bed. I would join in touching them, occasionally laying down next to them and kissing her, sucking on her ear, licking on her cheeks and telling her I loved here. I would eat her pussy if it were temporally available, lick the balls and cock that my wife was going to soon have slide into her beautiful cunt. I would bring them wine and refill their glasses when asked. I found that I spent a lot of time massaging any one of the four feet and associated toes while they continued their activities. I heard many more that once, “Wow … I’m in his wife and he’s rubbing my feet it can’t get any better than this!” I asked B later if it was distracting for me to do this and she said “No ... I knew you were there and that was really, really nice, but I wasn’t thinking about you touching me … there were other things that I was occupied with.” During our post-event talking about our adventure, B said that having me there, having me behave in a supportive, enabling role and being the condom enforcer allowed her to let go of the self-censoring of her behavior. After all, she was doing this for me … for my fantasy … she might as well go all out … and show me what I wanted to see. She said there was safety with me there, without which the encounter would have been more restrained and less of a thrill … When he was laying on top of her with his cock mostly inside (did I say he was large) I loved to hear him ask and then to hear her reply: "Do you want to suck my cock every day ... every day ... I mean every day? Do you want me to fuck you every day … every day? " This was followed by a throaty, panting "yes ... Yes ... Every Day." I really loved the kissing and his sucking on her breasts ... Wow. About 2 and a half hours after my shower, Mr. P had to begin to leave. I ended up the last half hour laying on the side of the bed with ankle restraints, wrists lashed to my side and a blindfold while they continued to touch, play and stroke each other. He laid on top of me in a 69 position while B alternated between sucking on me and kissing him. He placed himself over my lips and made sure that I sucked on him for good measure. While I couldn’t see anything, both of them reported that Mr. P had actually taken the opportunity to suck on his first cock and he said that it was not a turn-on for him. I was glad that he was comfortable enough with us to have reciprocated … I never intended for that to be that to be a significant part of the afternoon’s activities. Just before Mr. P left he got up, stood on the side of the bed and ejaculated onto B ’s face, breasts and shoulders. I felt some drops of hot cum land on my restrained hand and it was a wonderfully surprising sensation. After he leaves, I am still restrained and blindfolded with B laying on me. We work together so that I can clean up her chest, neck and face. A salty taste that blended with her pheromones was sensually delightful. Unfortunately, our schedules will keep us from an “every day .. every day ...” repeat adventure. She thinks that I am obsessed with all of this ... which I am ... but the twinkle in her eyes says even more. We have not yet talked about an actual follow-up visit, but the talk we talk … wow! |
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1/1/2006 10:06 am |
Now That's HOT!!!
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Great story. The tone is one of respect, and love and committment. It's exactly like a threesome I want to be a part of.
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my god that was hot!! its the kind of expierence i have always dreamed of.i can only hope that someday it can become a reality. mike
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1/26/2008 7:57 pm |
And think, it's only just begun!
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3/4/2009 9:37 pm |
very hot
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