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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The intro to the intro! We thought of editing this, not posting at all, but thought better of it in the end. It is a very honest account of the highs and lows of our first threesome together. The highs were nuts, the lows devastating, and now we are somewhere in the middle.
If there are any of you out there that relate to this we'd love to hear we are not the only ones to go through such extremeties...
Hi all, this is my first time on here. For anything in our relationship my partner is the researcher – so of course when we decided to visit a sex club for the first time to try and arrange an MFM threesome she found her way to this site!
We haven’t done it yet, but we have booked in for a weekend away at the start of November. However the idea has so overcome us that we simply cannot wait and decided to organise one at my home – which is due to happen tonight.
This will be a long thread. If you don’t like long threads, don’t read it! Just move on! But I thought for some of you it might bring back memories of the incredibly charge of your first group sexual experience, the overwhelming excitement so that you simply cannot think of anything else. It invades your life. I have a high level job – I cannot do a bloody thing! All I can think of is watching a long, wet cock, glistening in the candlelight, as it slides into my partner, and as it disappears into that darkness I see the arch in her back and the curl of her toes and the groan… How am I meant to work??
See – I cannot even concentrate on this thread!
But I thought our journey might be interesting to some. Nostalgic. Arousing. And there must be others out there going through the same thing as us, or will in the future, and maybe this will help them or at least strike a chord.
So… where did it start?
I’m divorced after a long and fairly sexless marriage. I met my partner (who has chosen the odd name of Cleopatra for this forum! So “Cleo” it is!) and she is just the most amazing thing. We have been together for a few years now. She is gorgeous for a start. Sensual? Oh my God! Her body is just sex metamorphosed into a woman – everything. It’s like Eros decided to turn wanton, crazed sexual lust into a person, asked Zeus and Apollo for a bit of help and Hey! Presto! Cleo. But of course if they had then they would have been overcome and, Gods though they are, fucked her there and then. But as she says I’m the best she’s ever had I’m presuming she’s never really been fucked by a God. Anyway… I diverge!
The way she holds herself, the way she walks – she even has a natural swing to her hips that she isn’t even aware of (hadn’t mentioned that to you before Honey!). And I’ll be blunt and brave here – there is no pussy in the world that is as sweet or well-lubricated or well-fitting as hers! We have tried all sorts of things in there – it accommodates them and immediately springs back into it’s perfect-fitting shape the minute the object is removed! Rather remarkable really. Also, she loves penetration. Just pure penetration. She comes frequently just being fucked and it’s great. Great for her, makes me horny as Hell, and great for my ego too!
But apart from that she is just the most incredible person. Kind, witty (an utterly wicked sense of humour), laughs so easily, she’s smart, methodical… the list goes on. And devoted. She loves me so completely. I know she is completely mine. Completely.
So what the Hell is wrong with me?? Why do I want to see her fucked stupid by another man? Why would I want to share her? Why do I want to see a huge engorged cock sliding into that perfect pussy, my perfect pussy, and see her arching her back and quivering on that cock? Orgasming? Him feeling her pulsing spasms! Her spasms squeeze him to orgasm as he shudders deep into her or pulls out and cums all over her breasts…
I’m clearly sick and need help. However Cleo (!) and I are so secure that I can tell her anything. Our sex life is so good that I am convinced I never had sex before I met her. I am not sure what it was but it was nothing like being with her. So I was a 40 year old virgin. And once we started we just didn’t stop. Then we started experimenting. This was new for both of us. But she always said she would try anything with me – and she does. It’s awesome. We’ve used all sorts of toys, tried and she loves anal (although logistically difficult to achieve!) and all sorts of things that neither of us had ever tried before. So we are completely sexually fulfilled…
Then I started having these images. Another man fucking her. Her loving it. Me watching. So of course I told her about it. At first she was shocked and couldn’t really believe why I would want that. We’ve talked about it a lot. I think I know.
I’ve read lots of other explanations, but there is one that is strongest for me and I haven’t seen elsewhere. I utterly adore her so much that I want her to have everything. Everything. The best of everything. Chocolate, wine, holidays … men! The way I feel is that if it is possible for her to have more arousing and satisfying and mind-blowing sexual experiences, I want her to have them. If I can facilitate that, if I can overcome my jealousy or selfishness, then it’s an incredible gift I could give her. And I feel so secure, I don’t feel jealous at the thought, at all.
But by nature she will admit (you’d never believe it from this thread but it’s true) she is a bit of a prude! However, deep down I suspect that she, like all women, have an unfulfilled desire to fuck. Just like men. There are obviously lots of social and moral contextual elements that complicate this desire, but I think it’s there. Maybe not all the time, but some of the time (for her a lot more!). She wants to enjoy some huge cock just impaling her, but only in a secure environment.
Of course she could go out and get laid every night of the week, but that’s not the same. D*unken sex with a random stranger, one on one, has never been memorable for me. But in a different environment, where she feels safe and secure to explore these desires, she might have those experiences that I was alluding to. So I want her to have them.
Initially I thought if I'm involved or not is not hugely important, but as she wants me to be then that’s fine. More than fine of course! But I’m not bi or homo-sexual by nature so it’s a bit of an odd idea, however I’m not prudish and in this context suspect I will be happy enough to have him rubbing near me or take his cock in my hand to guide into her or finish him off etc. Not really an issue I think. However the more this idea has developed, the more I want to be involved rather than a passive onlooker.
Anyway, this motivation has convinced her. Apart from this she is just so amazing I almost think it’s unfair to keep her all to myself for the rest of our lives – especially if she can have pleasure from it. The main thing is that she comes back to me after it's done!
So once I had put the seed in her mind she started fantasizing about the same things. She wouldn’t admit it at first, but just recently has told me everything… Goodness! She’s surpassing my boring fantasies in that respect! Not only does she want a threesome, she wants to try everything with it. Double penetration, she wants to suck his cock while I pillage her from behind, she wants me to finish him off across her breasts and wants him to suck her juices off my cock. She even wants me to fuck him while he fucks her! Some of this is a bit far for me, but she’s clearly taken to the idea.
So we talked about it and decided What the Hell! One life, let’s give it a go. We’re secure enough… but how?
Remembering we had no idea where to start, we started where everyone does with anything – Google. What do you search for? Sex clubs? What happens there? I had seen a documentary on Fun4Two which gave us a start. As I said, she is the researcher. So off she went, diligently, found all sorts of clubs, websites, forums, advice… And so we are here.
But when it comes to organising it, it’s me that has to bite the bullet – I don’t think she ever would. So I rang the club to book us in. Well, as I said, that is a month away, and once we realised that it really will happen we just got too horny to wait.
I guess you all know what it’s like – but I never did. Neither of us can function. We can hardly talk. We go to open our mouths and the words fuck and cock and cum just want to leap out. I can’t concentrate at work… she spends her time reading on forums like this. Our sex life just went through the roof again, so much so that I’m completely worn out. Long sessions at night being followed by wakey-waky! Sex and then dash-home-for-lunch sex, followed by fucking in the single sofa chair in my office in the afternoon, only to go home for more. But we still want more.
One way to cure this? Bring the date forward. Not easy – we have children and jobs and all of that. So we cannot go away. So we decided on a male escort!
Now that’s a great idea! Photos of bodies and cocks and stats and just choose and order! So we’ve done that, and he’s coming around tonight.
That’s where we are. The breath before the plunge. She has worked out the first half of the night in every detail and it will all be about pleasuring her. And towards the end of the night it will degenerate into a fuckfest. I cannot wait to watch the gentle and ecstatic strain on her face as he first slides into her. For her, she wants a sensual overload. Candles, champagne, blindfold, tied up, start with lots of touching and stroking and kissing, with our heads alternating in her pussy quite early on just to get her relaxed! And assuming he agrees we’ll be making our own video of the experience for us to relive. It will be so surreal I’d imagine it will be hard to get in touch with it again.
Of course if we love it then it won’t be the last. She’s already found an escort that catches her eye for a weekend away, a man with a cock so big that we’re not sure it will even fit! But in the right environment we’d love to try.
Now before any of you horny single guys out there bother, we really aren’t interested in being contacted - certainly not by single men. So don’t! I wouldn’t let anything less than a demi-God fuck her, and from what we’ve read there are complications in developing relationships with third parties. We don’t want anyone else at this stage, or anyone to complicate or jeopardise our relationship. Partner-swapping? Well we're not sure - certainly not yet. She’s doesn’t want to see me fuck another woman (she says "yet") so full-blown swinging is not for us. In this regard male escorts works perfectly – if a little expensive! We would like to hear from couples and their experiences as this is all so weird and new that some pointers and general bench-marking would be reassuring.
Anyway, back on track; yesterday Cleo asked if she could write about the experiences after the event on this forum. I said of course! But then I was thinking…this has been so intense, even if tonight never happened, it would be worth recording. Someone may enjoy reading it. And it would be interesting to see the difference after the event! So instead of working… I’ve banged (Oh God! That was the wrong word) … knocked (wrong again!) .. belted (ooh!) … See??? It’s pathetic!
We both think we are going to die from horniness. We hope tonight is all we want … but if there is anyone still reading here we can tell you tomorrow!
Cleo is going to write her experiences and thoughts here too – I’ll be interested to see how they differ from mine!
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My side of the story.
If you have read my partner’s post then you already know that tonight is the night we embark on a whole new sexual journey together. I can think of nothing else. I have reached a level of sheer horniness that I never even knew existed, constantly wet with an almost painful ache in my entire groin. It’s agony. It’s ecstasy. It’s torture. It’s pure bliss. I am surging with hormones and feel scared, excited, and nervous and every now and then I think ‘What the hell am I doing?’!!
My partner John (!) has mentioned to me on several occasions how he would love to see another man’s cock sliding deep into my aching pussy. Now, for me that was just a bit weird. It was more than weird. 3 years ago when we met, I couldn’t even write or say the words ‘cock, fuck, pussy’ or anything else remotely erotic. I didn’t even really like sex that much either. Sure I wanted it sometimes and got it sometimes but it was always rather an anti climax. I am a complete prude. I have never liked to be naked and exposed; I have never liked my body or considered that I am sexy. I found anything even slightly erotic disgusting (porn, strip clubs, sex clubs etc etc), I even have a complete disgust for naked saunas (the non sexual ones)! So you can see he’s right, I am by nature and nurture a massive prude and a woman who doesn’t or didn’t value her own body and sexuality.
Very slowly and gently (really those words have me squirming in my chair as I type), John has changed me. Not because he wants me to be different, he has changed me by showing me that he loves me more than I ever thought possible. He loves me entirely and loves all the things about me that I hate. He constantly tells me how beautiful I am, how much he adores me, how amazing my body is. He worships my body and it’s made me look at myself in a different way. Made me want to explore the pleasures that this body has hidden away that are longing to get out. I stand naked in front of a mirror and admire myself now, taking in the curve of my ass that he loves so much, the stretch marks on my tummy (my Mummy marks), my breasts (I still don’t like them but we can’t have everything!). It’s nice to see yourself like that and not be repulsed. To see what he sees. He has taught me to love myself which is a truly unique and priceless gift that I can never ever thank him enough for. (I’ve never told you that either Baby, so we are level there!). And I love every inch of this incredible man. He is the most trusting, caring, gentle, loving person I have ever known. We just fit. In and out of bed, we just fit together as a whole. I won’t go on as I will have you feeling nauseous!
He brought me out of the shy and reserved shell I had hidden in for years, and we have the most incredible sex life together. Highly charged erotic, fun and exhausting! I love it! And I have never ever wanted anything more than that. But, John mentions again and again usually in bed about watching another man fuck me. The seed is planted (so to speak) and there I am being thoroughly fucked by John’s gorgeous cock, when suddenly in my head I see him and another faceless man! What the hell is this?? I try and force the image out of my head, but the more I do the clearer it is and my head is seeing visions of John guiding ‘him’ into my pussy, and imagining how it feels to be fucked by another man, and John is watching the entire thing with his cock firmly fucking my mouth. Oh. My. God. And I am beginning to think, wow it would be amazing, and he wants me to. How many women are given the opportunity to live out a sexual desire like this?
So last weekend we are out having a few drinks and enjoying each others company and he suggests it again. Outside of the bedroom his suggestion seems more real. Although I know he is always horny, we are dressed, in public and he cannot have me right now so I know this isn’t just a fantasy. He’s being serious. He suggests a sex club. Being a rather jealous person my immediate answer was no, but I could feel my pussy getting damp just at the thought of being surrounded by naked bodies all being pleasured. Due to my insecurities, I couldn’t stand the thought of him touching another woman, but he assures me that he’s not interested in that, and he just wants to see me at the height of ecstasy. The look of surprise on his face when I said ok let’s do it, was totally priceless!!! He’s then becoming visibly aroused, and literally from then we have done nothing but fuck like rabbits, anywhere we can. It’s been incredible!
We have talked long and hard (oh dear, squirm…) about this, we have set rules, a safe word, made agreements and been more open with each other than ever before. We have planned our first swinger’s club trip down to the finest detail, even with a plan B just in case one or both of us chokes at the last minute. I have done nothing all week other than fuck, research, fuck, ask questions, fuck, read some amazing and some not so amazing experiences, and fuck some more just for good measure. My poor man is worn out!! And the more and more I look into this, and John and I discuss it, the more aroused I am, honestly it is constant, the more I think of all the things I want and want for him. It’s as though I have been magically transformed from a shy, prude little thing who can’t even wear a bikini, into a wanton, sex crazed nymphomaniac who wants to be completely naked and covered in cum! I am wondering if he will ever sit down at some point when he’s not feeling horny (rarely) and be struck by fear. Because he has unleashed something in me that must have been there all this time lying dormant, and now, well I want everything. Everything. I want girl/girl, man/man, man/man/man/man/girl, girl/girl/man the list goes on….
But, we are not there yet. Baby steps my love! However, if tonight is as amazing as I anticipate, then you better be prepared.
So as he already said, he decided he just couldn’t wait until our little planned getaway and would I let him find a suitable Guy for Friday! Yikes!! This is happening fast, but Hell Yes!!! And Thank You God!!
If anyone reading this has never embarked on a threesome but is considering it, my advice is just go ahead and organise something, even if you don’t actually go through with it. Because from my experience so far (which isn’t much I know), just talking about it, making the arrangements, planning what to wear, what not to wear, the anticipation, the openness (squirm..) and honesty between you and your partner, and most of all the fact that someone loves you so much and is so secure with you, that they want you to have this amazing experience, it just changes something. In you, your partner and your relationship. It’s like adding an extra layer of cement to a perfectly stable brick wall. It doesn’t need it, but it’s now stronger than ever and looks all new and fresh!
So tonight it is. And I am so unbelievably horny that I can’t even remember my own name. Clock watching, wishing I was cock watching, specifically my man’s gorgeous cock being sucked clean of my pussy juices. (I seriously cannot believe that is even me, thinking or writing those words). I am not even worried about it going wrong, because it doesn’t even matter. Even if he doesn’t show, who cares? John and I will still have the most incredible night together! But please please make him show………
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Fuck what a disaster. We had intended doing a blog on this as it has been such an overwhelming experience, and we were so positive it would work out. We were so excited and certain that we thought it couldn't go very wrong.
Now it's 7am the following day - she went to sleep on 2 hours ago but I cannot - and after a fucking disastrous encounter I don't know if we will post these at all. Part of me wants to as we could probably do with some advice from some experienced swingers. Although after last night we might give up on the entire thing, which would be a shame.
Effectively about 2 hours into the sex my gorgeous incredible partner went into the bathroom. She spent some time in there so I went to check on her, and she was in tears. I then asked the escort to leave as it had all gone wrong. She went into the shower and nearly scrubbed her skin off.
Probably best to explain through the narrative I suppose.
Everything was prepared - over-prepared! We had decided to get in the mood we would talk about it and watch some porn over champagne. The house was lit with candles, the bedroom was ready and I had thought of everything. We had a very clear plan - Cleo had been explicit about her fantasies and what she wanted. So I had written a checklist to go through with when the escort arrived to make sure he knew what the score was.
All the normal things - no means no for a start. He should follow my lead. She had thought that she wanted just some hard fucking - intimate fucking was for us, Cleo said. But actually she isn't like that and I knew that any sexual experience she had would be intimate. I would be fine with that however as I love to see her like this - it's her. She wanted a sensual overload. She wanted to be naked on the bed, exposed, her hands tied above her, blindfolded. We were to enter the room, undress in silence, climb on either side of her and start to stroke her gorgeous body. She wanted everything touched, slowly, sensuously. Then we were to pay attention to her pussy and both kiss it and lick it for a while, alternating as the other slowly fucked her mouth. When she couldn't hold on one of us was to make her cum with our mouth. Then we were to untie her but to keep the blindfold on, turn her over and give her a massage with her favourite oil, then finally one of us would enter her. From behind - or if I preferred as she knew I would like to watch, missionary. Then she wanted to be fucked alternately til dawn. He could cum on her belly or breasts, condom at all times etc. Well thought-out plan.
He was due to arrive at 930 but Cleo was late arriving so we only had an hour to prepare. She wasn't ready. At the appointed hour I took her upstairs and tied her down. She was incredibly nervous - too much so. Fortunately he then rang to say he would be 45 minutes late. This reprieve was perfect. I untied her, we went back downstairs and had more to drink and chilled. By the time he did arrive she was totally ready.
The doorbell rang. I had chosen this guy from a photo, faceless, with an incredible body and all the right stats. But the guy at the door wasn't what I expected, but then I wasn't sure what to expect. He was shorter than me, but very stocky - clearly muscular - but wearing a few layers of clothes so it was hard to tell. He was Italian so he was dark - which I knew - but he looked a bit rugged and brutish. I wasn't sure but didn't know what to do with my doubts, but he had a pleasant smile and easy manner so I brought him in to talk. He reassured me immediately and I thought it would be ok. Cleo had said that if he wasn't hot she would keep the blindfold on, only half-joking as we knew there was a chance she wouldn't find his face attractive. Then later she had said she would keep it on anyway, so I thought it was probably ok. Also I remembered the photo of his incredible body and thought he'd look pretty awesome in the bedroom. And Cleo finds some unusual looking men attractive so all in all thought we should go ahead with it. Besides, she was so up for this I think there was no going back. I went upstairs to tie her up, but when she asked I couldn't reassure her that he was handsome, and I was a bit worried about it. She just said she would keep the blindfold on.
Once she was ready - and she was, looking incredibly fuckable - I went and got him. We came upstairs, into the room, she was stretched out on the bed - in disbelief I think that it was actually happening. We undressed and I saw the rest of him. He was quite dark for a start, and although shaven was naturally hairy. Also, he'd either put on some weight or the photo wasn't him. He was muscular, but not near as lean as the photo. However I'm a bit too caught up on appearances sometimes and quelled my doubts; Cleo was on the bed gagging for us. He had a nice thick cock which I knew she would enjoy, already standing to attention! We haven't had any performance issues in 3 years, or none to speak of, so although I wasn't ready to go I didn't think it would be a problem.
We climbed on to the bed and it went just as Cleo had hoped. We stroked her gently and she was writhing. He was hard as a rock - I wasn't there yet, unfortunately, but this was all about her so I wasn't too worried, and she has no reason to doubt my performance in bed, so only slightly uncomfortable we continued to pleasure her. I was going to be disappointed if I didn't get hard, and the pressure was building, but my main thought was that this was about her having a stranger's cock in her, rather than mine.
He didn't know how to touch her. I love to explore Cleo, every inch, whereas he was just stroking her and looking for her reaction. I knew she would have known exactly who was who. A bit too early he went for her pussy, but she totally responded so it seemed she was ready after all. Before long he had his head between her legs and she was loving it. He didn't look very good at that either, I thought, or not how she likes it. But the experience was clearly overwhelming Cleo so it was ok. I kissed her and she told me she loved me. She asked if I was ok - which I was. So on we went. She gave some instructions to pass on - more finger-action in her pussy please! And he complied.
I swapped with him and put my head in her pussy. She was incredibly wet and open and tasted wonderful - although it was odd to taste a little of him there too. I indicated to him to put his cock in her mouth, as per the instructions. He did this. I saw his swollen head for a moment against her lips, then she opened them up and with very impressive technique began to suck the length of his cock quite eagerly. I couldn't see as well as I would have liked as my vision was obscured by Cleo's gorgeous pussy! But I could see it was going on and she was totally in to it. That was good as I thought the cock-in-mouth was a dangerous moment. But she totally took to it.
After about 5 minutes caressing her clitoris with my tongue she came in a wonderful back-arching, writhing orgasm, and we were able to go to stage two. I untied her and we rolled her over. Almost immediately - a very reassuring moment - was when fairly early on she reached out to grab his hard, swollen cock. She clearly wanted to feel what was in store for her. I grabbed the lubricant and squirted some on him and very soon she was sliding her hand very professionally up and down his thick erection. So far so good. She grabbed my cock which was embarrasingly only halfway there, but as I said this was much more about her and his cock so I still wasn't too worried. She really enjoyed stroking his lubed cock and it looked fit to burst. She started to relax and make comments - one about how fantastic to have a cock in each hand! She was happy, horny and relaxed so things seemed good.
We covered her in oil and began massaging. Again we were quickly to her pussy. We spent only about ten minutes on this and I don't think she could wait any longer. She whipped off her blindfold and didn't flinch when she saw him. That was a relief! I still had no inclination to go near him myself though, and the fact that he was big and hard and I was struggling wasn't helping. She went for his cock and started to give a very good blowjob - I mean really! She doesn't do this very often, so I suspect she doesn't like it much. But we had talked about how to do it prior to his arrival and she was doing a damn good job. Both hand and mouth sliding up and down, working on the head, it was an amazing sight to see.
I was hard enough to slip into her now, which I did, but still not like a rock. She had wanted us to take her from behind while she sucked the other's cock, so we did this. She was definitely enjoying the entire experience. His cock was so hard though, and very thick, that I thought she would want it inside her as soon as possible. So I swapped with him. This was another important moment. I love to see Cleo in ecstasy, so I wanted to watch her face during that first moment as he slipped into her. My cock was only 50% there and I was starting to feel a bit embarrassed. She stroked me while he put a condom on. Finally he worked up to her and she felt his cock against her wet pussy that her arching back was presenting to him, and a look of surprise crossed her face for a moment. We had talked a little, she was asking if I were ok which I reassured her I was. I asked her and she responded "Are you kidding?" or something like that. It was wonderful to see her enjoying herself so much, I was just sorry I couldn't join in more!
Well he slipped into her and she utterly loved it. She was sucking my cock at this stage and, although she is normally very good at multi-tasking in bed, his cock in her was so overwhelming she just kept forgetting I was there! This was fine by me as it was a very good sign that she was enjoying it. She put her cheek on my groin and just groaned and groaned, kept saying Oh My God! Oh my Fucking God!, which is what she does with us when she is just overwhelmed with pleasure. He fucked her hard - a bit too hard at times I worried - and she did ask him to slow down. But as she enjoyed it more she didn't protest any more, and was totally lost in someone fucking her hard from behind. And it was a pounding! He was big and strong and had a strong hold on her. But she would tell me if she didn't like it, and she clearly was. He even grabbed her by the hair at one stage and pulled her head back roughly as he fucked her, and I nearly intervened. But she showed no sign of displeasure at all - quite the opposite - so I waited a minute and he let go of her hair anyway.
I think this is where I made a huge mistake. I didn't swap with him. Because she was enjoying it so much, and he was big and hard and I was in a not so impressive state, I thought I would leave it to him. She writhed in ecstasy and I had a silly smile on my face to watch her in so much pleasure. One time when he eased off she totally backed up on to him twice, on to the full length of his cock, so there was no question about her wanting it. She was struggling to orgasm though, which is unusual for her, and asked me to help. So I lay beside her and started stroking her clitoris. He fucked her harder and harder, she groaned and grunted more and more, but didn't seem to quite be able to cum. This probably went on for 20 minutes or so and I wasn't sure if she had a result! But it was clearly ecstasy!
After a while he stopped and we all lay down for a bit and she wanted missionary. He kissed her pussy for a while again while I kissed her lips. I swear she enjoyed this, and she totally seemed to come in one of her awesome writhing orgasms that nearly bucks you off, but she later denied it. Anyway, I then indicated for him to come up for missionary. Well she nearly disappeared! His huge broad back covered her and there really was no space for me in this. It was one moment I didn't really like, as he disappeared under her. His shoulder came right into my face so I moved where I could see her face. The look on her face when he entered her was unbelievable - I love seeing that expression. And her knees rose high, right up to his shoulders, and she wrapped her legs around him, crossing her feet over, eyes closed and brow furrowed and turned to the side, mouth slack in ecstasy; sometimes her foot slipped down to his buttocks to pull him into her. Her arms were around him or on the headboard, gripping it with white-knuckles, and he fucked her and fucked her. We had wanted to take photos which he was ok with, but I hadn't managed to this stage. So as I was out of the action, and she was looking like she was in heaven, I took several. I had to use the flash, but it didn't seem to worry them. And I have some fantastic shots of her in this position, her face screwed up in pleasure and her fingers clawing his butt! All very horny stuff.
He kept trying to kiss her in this position, and she kept turning her face to give him her neck. But apart from that she was totally into it and the sight of her like that was just fucking awesome!
They probably stayed like that for 15 or 20 minutes. Then I unintentionally interrupted things - I suddenly got a blood nose! Weird! I had to dash to the bathroom leaving them there. When I came back in they were just lying there, him on the edge of the bed looking uncomfortable and stroking his cock to keep it up. She said she needed to go to the bathroom. She still looked fine even as she said that. Off she went and we were left awkwardly on the bed. It was then that I noticed that he had kept his sports socks on during the entire thing! Who does that? Quite odd and not very sexy! It shouldn't have been awkward with him, but as I hadn't been involved much and was all exposed there with my frustrating half-mongrel I thought he must be thinking I'm not much of a man for such an erotic, sensual, fuckable woman. Had he been attractive to me and Cleo present I probably would have liked to stroke his cock, just as she had wanted, but I couldn't envisage doing anything sexual with him so we small-talked for a bit, waiting for her.
When she was quite some time I went to the bathroom to check - her eyes were red with tears and my heart just broke. She said she didn't want to go on and I went out and asked him to go. It had been a couple of hours in bed anyway, and to be honest I wanted some time with her myself.
When he was gone she cried and cried and said she felt dirty. She couldn't really explain it - I guess she will try. She said she didn't enjoy any of it because it just wasn't me. It just wasn't me.
I could understand, I guess, and it was flattering of course, but I wasn't sure what had gone wrong. She had clearly physically enjoyed it intensely, seemed to have been completely comfortable throughout, but was denying it. I think she feels guilty for having enjoyed it.
She didn't want to talk about it. We just held each other and drank more champagne and fucked and cried and made love (my performance issues suddenly abated!) for 3 or 4 hours. Today we still haven't talked about it so I'm not sure exactly what went wrong.
But it did. Totally wrong.
At first I thought it was just that she doesn't want to be with anyone but me, which is sort of true, and that this was the only possible outcome for this meeting. That no matter what we had done it wouldn't have worked out any differently. Perhaps she is just by nature monogomous.
But actually we were very prepared for this - you can see from her entry above. She was absolutely gagging for two of us to fuck her. So she clearly has those desires, but somehow it didn't feel right for her, and her natural guilt overcame her. She did really well though, absolutely threw herself into it. She was forward and active and relaxed and she was fucked stupid. Physically the sensations must have been all that she wanted. And she didn't seem to think the guy was the wrong choice. So I at first I couldn't see that we did anything wrong.
But now I do. He wasn't what I wanted for her at all. I wanted an Adonis. She likes lean, muscular, pale, hairless men. Instead she got a dark, hulking, hairy man (well-groomed though!). But she didn't baulk at him and I still don't know what she thought. She seemed comfortable with him. She certainly enjoyed him sexually. But I suppose the fact that I wasn't comfortable with him really affected this. Whether it was just stage fright or intimidation or whatever, I had the very rare experience of performance problems but at the worst possible time. But this meant that I couldn't be that involved. She was probably worried that these problems were because I had second thoughts. I didn't - as long as she enjoyed herself that is all I wanted. And she did. But I guess our fantasies pre-event were a little different. Her fantasy was to be fucked by two men, one of them me. My original fantasy was to see her in ecstasy with someone else and possibly (which developed into probably or almost certainly) join in. So when I couldn't, I didn't make enough effort. I stayed with her to make sure she knew I was there and approving all the time, but at the end it was a matter of her being fucked - and fucked well, he had good stamina and tried to do what we asked or indicated - but she was being fucked by a guy while I watched. I didn't interfere too much as she was enjoying it and I didn't want to break that momentum. But this was much less of a couple's experience I suppose, than what she had in mind. Had we shared her equally, taken it in turns like she wanted, and had we been able to interract together like she also wanted, maybe the chemistry would have been different, and the entire feeling of the experience. More of a shared experience than it turned out to be. Instead I think she felt like she indulged in carnal lusts almost without me, as if she were cheating on me.
So I don't know what happens from here. I suspect nothing but we'll see. I would like some opinions from experienced people. Does it sound like this is just not for us? Or did we just get it all wrong? Did I make some huge errors that I wasn't even aware of? Or do all couples go through this at some stage?
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Well, 2 days later and things have changed yet again.
Saturday was terrible. She had been really upset, and when we got up the next day her eyes were still red and occasionally she was in tears. I was much worse. I just kept breaking down and sobbing. What really upset me was the thought that our experience had affected her self-esteem. She is such an amazing person, so special, but her esteem is fragile. She has had too many (but not that many! Don't get the wrong idea!) that never saw how incredible she is, and made themselves big by trying to keep her in her place, put her down. Now she seemed ashamed or degraded by what we had done. It was just heart-wrenching to me and her silence and refusal to talk just confirmed my fears.
But it still didn't make sense to me. She had been in ecstasy. She had initiated almost every step through, but suddenly the whole thing fell apart. I thought maybe it was guilt - she is a very loyal thing. Maybe she felt ashamed for enjoying it all so much.
Well it took some time to talk. She started admitting there were some things she didn't like. She didn't like the feel of him, the feel of his hair. She didn't like his smell - she told me to go get a shower as well as she could smell him on me. She had noticed he was hairy - although this didn't affect her engagement with him! She didn't like his breath. She said the worst thing was when I left the room, and she was in there, my bedroom, our space, with a strange man. She felt terrible about that and suddenly couldn't go on.
Initially there was nothing positive she had to say. I thought there must be some. We talked about her concerns. Maybe he was the wrong guy - had she opened her eyes to a David Beckham or, better still, Andy Whitfield (played Spartacus) it might have been different. She said it might have been. A whole number of her concerns wouldn't have existed. So some of it seemed to be to do with him. First lesson. You need to be so careful to get the right guy! It was such a trap. The way we had done it, without being sure the guy was right. The agency photo was completely wrong and the way we arranged it didn't allow for backing out (couldn't see the package until we were undressed with her naked and waiting on the bed!). Never do that again.
Also, she said it was wrong to use "our" space. I totally agree with that. It should have been somewhere neutral. I changed things around the next day to try and make itmore comfortable for her. We won't do that again.
But slowly she started to admit that there were bits she really enjoyed. She liked the feel of his cock. She liked him from behind - he was very good at what he did, she said. I asked about the hair-pulling - she said "No, that was quite hot!" I started to realise there were positive things she wasn't telling me. I never knew she liked it quite that rough!! We've talked a lot since and slowly it's come out. Of course a lot of the sex was great, but sex is more than rhythm and strength and all the rest. It's atmosphere and sensations and attraction and being comfortable. There were bits he wasn't good at - she said she faked the oral orgasm just to get him out of there! And didn't like the missionary much (although the photos would refute that!) But certainly there was enough good in it, and enough that we could improve on, that it would be worth trying again.
So we are still booked in for the sex club in November, but we intend to go for the two nights with no intention of getting with anyone else, but to fuck in that environment, and see what happens. It's hard because it is very complicated. I'm worried about her. I'm worried about her worrying about me. She worries about me. She says it's not fair that she is fucking someone and I'm not - much as I try to reassure her.
So we will see. Not the infallible high we hoped, but still an incredible experience and one that could be a lot better. Hot. Great for our sex life. Wonderful memories for me - and her I expect. And if anyone is thinking they will see the person they love so much fucked for the first time by a stranger and it not be complicated, they're probably a bit deluded! Like we were in the lead-up to this.
The experiences were amazing and we'd love to hear those of others. I'm sure much of what we went through has been experienced by most couples who explore their fantasies, and there is a lot to learn that doesn't have to be done through trial and error!
We had planned everything, down to the tiniest detail and I spent the best part of the afternoon and evening in a state of panic and disbelief coupled with feeling horny. By the time I turned up to Ant’s place I was starting to worry. I was concerned that I might not like it, that I may feel ashamed or dirty. I was more worried that Ant would suddenly have a fit of jealousy but not say anything if I was enjoying it, and that he might think badly of me afterwards. We talked all of this through whilst drinking champagne and watching some porn(!) and we both agreed that if either of us at any point were uncomfortable, we would stop.
The time was fast approaching, and I was trying to get a couple of glasses of champagne into me to ease my nerves a bit, or there was every chance I was jumping out of the bedroom window. Ant led me upstairs, undressed me and tied my hands to the bed (at my request) and blindfolded me. I wanted sensual overload and had instructed him that he wasn’t to touch me before he arrives, I wanted my skin to be aching for their hands on me. Ant is teasing me and I want more of him but there I am, listening for the doorbell ringing, all sorts of things going through my head, when Ant’s phone rings and it’s ‘him’, he’s going to be late. Halleluiah!! A reprieve. I felt the tension ease off along with the horniness, and we went back downstairs and had another drink. In hindsight, perhaps I should have called it off then at that point. Shouldn’t I have been disappointed rather than relieved that I now had to wait almost an hour?
Anyway, by the time it came to Ant leading me up the stairs for the second time, the champagne had begun to work its bubbly magic and I was feeling nicely chilled and less likely to bolt off down the street dragging the bed I was tied to with me. We had just got into the bedroom when the phone rings again. Ant disappears down stairs and I am sat wondering what’s going on. I hadn’t heard the door, couldn’t hear anyone in the house so called down to him. He responded ‘He’s here; I’ll be up in a minute’. Shit, shit, shit!!!! What do I do now?? Down another glass of champagne, probably not the best idea I’ve ever had! I’m sitting there waiting; I can now make out voices but can’t understand what they are talking about. I know Ant will be going through the rules with him, making sure he keeps me safe. I’m getting more and more nervous sat there alone, but the excitement has also started to creep back in ever so slightly. I’m wondering how Ant is feeling sat there with a man who is about to fuck me. Then I think how weird that sounds! Then Ant is in the room, laying me down, tying my hands and blindfolding me. He is talking to me, and I to him but I cannot remember at all what we said to each other. I remember I could hear nerves in his voice, but what he actually vocalised, I have no idea. I imagine he told me he loves me, but that’s only what I imagine he said.
Then he’s gone again. Footsteps on the stairs, two sets. Oh My God this is really going to happen. My pussy floods, the ache in my groin returns and my head is ever so slightly fuzzy. I hear them come into the room, neither of them speaks, I hear them undress and climb on to the bed either side of me. My heart is racing. Hands on me, two pairs. Immediately I know which ones belong to Ant, and I can’t help smiling. I am trying my best to recall this 3 days after the event, so it may be vague, disjointed or slightly hazy in places but this is what I remember:
I am being touched, stroked, kissed, licked from my head down to my toes. Someone has a feather and I really like that. I feel Ant’s expert hands touching me the way I love him to touch me. He sets my skin on fire with every stroke of his finger or flick of his tongue. I also feel strange hands that aren’t exciting me, they are clumsy and rough (to feel). But the fact that there are 2 pairs of hands is pretty damned hot so I focus on the electric sensations that I know are Ant’s doing and start to really enjoy myself. I can’t remember how, or what happened first but I remember my legs being eased farther apart and I feel hot breath on my pussy which sends a huge wave of ecstasy through me, and I know it’s Ant before he’s even touched me I know that’s his breath. Which means the cock nudging at my mouth is not his. Oh my word….. I have my man’s mouth buried in my pussy working his magic (I cannot tell you how amazing he is at it, he must have been a lesbian in a previous life because seriously once he starts, I never want him to stop!), and I have a rather large cock working it’s way into my mouth, and I suddenly realise that this is another man’s cock. It suddenly seems to dawn on me at that moment, that this is my fantasy right here beginning to play out. He has a nice cock I think, it feels nice, thick, not massive which is good, I can’t see it. I am enjoying it in my mouth and Ant had given me tips earlier in the evening on how to do it (it’s not something I do often), and with my new found skill I go to work and he seems to be enjoying it, he is rock hard and saying ‘fuck’ every now and then. I’ve always thought I am not very good at blow jobs, so that was quite a boost! I can feel Ant’s eyes on me, his tongue and fingers expertly probing my pussy and I can’t believe this is really happening. I can take all of his cock in my mouth and do occasionally, but stay around the head as advised by my man! All the while I can feel my body about to explode, and with one movement of his fingers inside me I’m lost! My thighs try to clench around his head I remove the cock from my mouth as I tend to bite down, and have the most amazing, shuddering orgasm.
I always need recovery time, so I am rolled over on to my tummy and covered in massage oil. I think I might have removed my blindfold at this point, I’m not sure. I don’t remember being massaged. Which is odd as I am sure it happened. I just remember Ant’s fingers in my pussy and other fingers and it was awesome. Two sets of hands all over me, hungry for me. I think I probably grabbed both cocks because I remember saying how good it felt to have two, and it did! I was desperate for a cock inside me, and I was rewarded with my man’s gorgeous cock sliding into me from behind whilst I explored ‘his’ more with my mouth. My blindfold definitely wasn’t on now as I remember looking at ‘his’ cock and thinking he had dark skin and a nice thick cock. Hairy thighs which was slightly disturbing but I can get past that. Besides, I have Ant’s cock in me and he’s fucking me from behind and then I have ‘his’ cock in me fucking my mouth at the same time. I am still in disbelief but I am bloody loving this and thinking hell yeah, this is something I can see us doing more!! They swap over, Ant comes to my head, I have laid down on to my tummy and he says ‘lift your ass up for him baby’, so of course I obliged! Ant is there in front of me and I take his cock in my hand and mouth as I feel ‘his’ cock nudging against my pussy. I clearly remember the ridiculous grin on Ant’s face, he was loving this, and this was the moment he and I had been waiting for.
I think I held Ant’s hand with my free hand, and gripped tighter as ‘his’ cock slid into me. It did feel so good, to be looking at my man while a cock is pushed into me! I remember thinking and maybe I said aloud that it was weird! I can’t think of a better way to describe that moment. It was weird, I have a cock filling me up but Ant is right there in front of me grinning, so I know it’s not him. I can feel my pussy stretching as ‘his’ thick cock pushes into me. It is nice and thick, and it feels good inside me as I am holding Ant’s cock and putting it in my mouth. ‘He’ starts off slow, but soon he is pounding me hard and fast. Too much, I ask Ant to tell him to slow down. He does. Ant is having trouble getting hard and I am starting to worry that he is feeling jealous, or he is uncomfortable but doesn’t want to say as he can clearly see by my face that I am loving having another cock inside me. I ask if he is ok. I tell him I love him and he assures me he is better than fine. I want him hard as I want him to fuck me again. I have him in my mouth, and then ‘he’ starts pounding again but not so fast and it’s fucking awesome. I lose grip on Ant and resort to burying my face into him, his thigh or chest I can’t remember, my nails digging into his skin as I am fucked. I know I won’t orgasm. He isn’t hitting the right places and it’s too weird for me to totally clear my head and let myself go completely. I ask Ant to help and he graciously obliges expertly rubbing my clit exactly the way I like. With his hands on me and another cock in me, I am back in my fantasy again and can feel my orgasm building. I push back hard onto ‘him’ and he responds by grabbing my hair, pulling my head back and fucking me harder, whist Ant is rubbing me harder as I push my pussy back toward them both. I finally orgasm, it’s good (what orgasm isn’t) but not earth shuddering. Just kind of nice I guess, but still it’s hot.
I think I am turned over again now. I see ‘him’, he is dark skinned and hairy which is a bit of a turn off. Ant is lying beside me and ‘his’ head is between my legs. I don’t like him there, so for the first time ever in my sex life with Ant, I fake an orgasm. I figure Ant won’t be able tell because he isn’t the one with his fingers and tongue in my pussy, and ‘he’ won’t be able to tell as doesn’t know my body well enough. So I conjure up my best acting skills just to get him the hell out of there! It works, I want Ant to fuck me again but he still isn’t ready and I keep thinking that he just isn’t enjoying it at all. But then he gestures to ‘him’ to fuck me missionary. ‘He’ positions himself between my legs, pushes his cock into me and then lies over me. He is close, too close and he’s huge! He almost smothers me. I don’t like how he feels on me. I don’t like his skin, I don’t like his smell and his breath is on me and I don’t like that either. Ant is gone, and I panic but then see him taking pictures. I am half enjoying this cock inside me and half wanting to get out from under him. He tries to kiss me and I can cringe and turn my head away. He keeps trying to kiss me and I keep turning away. He stops and rolls off me. I think maybe he could tell I wasn’t liking this too much. I wanted to smell Ant on me, his skin touching me, his breath, his lips, his cock. I just wanted him, and I think and I said that to him a couple of times. But he suddenly jumped up and left the room, he got a nosebleed! So there I am feeling really awkward with this strange Guy. I think I can’t just lie here so I try and take his cock in my mouth but I just can’t do it. For the first time I see him properly. Not his face, but the rest of him. His cock is the only nice thing I see but still I can’t put it in my mouth, and I know I am done, I can’t go on any more with this. Ant seems to take forever, I am worried about him. Is he upset or jealous? Guilt starts to creep in as Ant comes back into the room. We have a chat, and i forget that ‘he’ is there. I make an excuse and go the bathroom and as soon as I shut the door the tears fall and i know there is no way I can go back in that room.
Ant comes to check on me to find me in tears and he looks shattered. He says nothing, gets rid of ‘him’ then comes and holds me and just lets me cry and cry. I felt disgusting. Like I had just cheated on him. I went to the bathroom and showered, crying and scrubbing my skin until it hurt. I wanted to get rid of any trace of that man. I came out and Ant tried to hold me but I could smell ‘him’ and told him to shower. Poor Ant looked bewildered. He couldn’t understand what went wrong, neither could i really but I just felt dirty and ashamed. I didn’t want to talk to him about it because that meant I would have to remember it all. So he didn’t push, he let me cry and we drank champagne and I wanted him. On me, in me, holding me and loving me. And so we spent at least the next two hours making love and fucking and making love. It was incredible. This was what I wanted, just us. Ant knows me, every inch of me inside and out. Feeling him on me, in me, his skin, his hands, his cock, his mouth, his hair, everything is the most amazing thing. I had orgasm after orgasm and told him I didn’t want to that again. I kept saying sorry to him. Partly for ruining the night but most of all because I felt like I had hurt him. I was so scared that he would be as disgusted with me as I was.
The following morning (just a couple of hours later) I woke up and remembered and felt sick. Ant wanted to talk about it, he had been up for hours. I just couldn’t. We spoke a bit about it but I just didn’t want to remember. We just held each other. I felt really confused. I hadn’t cheated on him as this was something we had both consented to. I had enjoyed it to start with, I mean really enjoyed it. Yet I felt totally disgusted. Every time I thought of it, or the image of ‘him’ popped in to my head I cringed and shuddered. It has taken me 5 days to get this written down. The details may be a bit vague as I am struggling to remember, and unfortunately I have an amazing ability to only remember negative things. So they are the bits that really stick in my head. But I have forced myself to remember the good stuff too. And it was good. It was really bloody good at first. Two men totally wanting me, what is there not to like about that?
So what went wrong? I think lots of things. First of all I think we made a huge mistake by doing this in Ant’s house. In our most intimate space. It seemed a good idea at the time as we thought a safe, familiar environment would be the best thing. But in hindsight, we should have gone somewhere neutral that meant nothing to either of us. Then ‘him’, he wasn’t right. He was too dark, too big, too hairy and he kept his socks on throughout. What the hell is that all about?? It’s not cool!! If I could choose a perfect man to live out my threesome fantasy properly, he would be a clone of Ant. Seriously. One of my man is just amazing. Give me two of him? Oh my God!!! I know that’s impossible and I don’t want or need anyone else but him so that’s fine. I think we planned it too much! We got so carried away with the whole thing that we had planned down to the last second. Perhaps this gave us too much expectation, we should have had rules, but then just let things happen naturally. We set ourselves up for a fall in some respects. I know that Ant wasn’t involved enough. His orginal idea had been to watch me with someone, but I wanted him involved completely. His lack of involvement certainly made it feel like it was just me fucking another Guy and not something we were doing as a couple. Missionary. Huge huge mistake. Missionary would have been ok I think if he hadn’t been so close almost claustrophobic. I should have kept my blindfold on. But it was our first time, there were bound to be mistakes.
5 days on, and I think I really want to try again but rectifying all the things we did wrong. If we do that and it still isn’t right, then it just isn’t right. It seems strange to think that I could put us through that again, as reading this back, it sounds like an awful experience. But actually it wasn’t. The right man, the right setting and more of Ant has the potential to be everything we imagined it to be. If I forget how ‘he’ looked, smelled etc, the feeling of having two men all over me, devouring me, savouring me, fucking me was just so unbelievably hot. A strange pair of hands, a strange cock mixed with the perfection of the familiar hands and cock I love was almost what I had fantasised about. I say almost, because in my head it is perfect. Ant doesn’t have stage fright, ‘he’ is lean and tall and knows how to touch me. Ant wants ‘him’ and he wants Ant and I want them both in every way possible! We need a beautiful man like my Ant. Someone he finds attractive too so I can watch them enjoying each other. Maybe he doesn’t exist, and if not that’s fine because I have the real thing with me in my bed every night. But if you’re out there, give us a call! Bring your partner and let’s have some fun!!
It’s so bizarre. What an emotional rollercoaster we have been on for the past week! I have felt every emotion possible in a very short space of time. Ant has been the same I think. I still feel guilty, not because I enjoyed the experience to begin with, but just because I actually had another man inside me. I don’t feel dirty any more. If I just remember how it felt I get horny all over again. I know I have no reason to feel guilty, I haven’t done anything wrong. Perhaps had it all been perfect or as close as possible, then the guilt wouldn’t rear its head at all. But that is only an assumption, and I won’t know unless we try again, so I guess we will have to just try again and put my theory to the test... Oh Damn! I think the most surprising thing for me is just how much closer we are. We have very complicated and demanding lives, and despite loving each other entirely, for me there has always been a feeling that we are very separate. With separate lives, desires and ambitions that fit together somewhere along the way. Hard to explain, but like a forked path. You meander along meeting on the same path at particular junctions, before carrying on along our own paths although they run parallel to each other. However, since embarking on this weird and wonderful adventure together, we have merged on to the same path. Walking side by side, hand in hand, not just avoiding the obstacles, but tackling them together and stopping almost every third step for a bloody good fuck!! We have talked about things we (sorry, that should say I) would never have spoken out loud to another living soul. I have made myself completely vulnerable to him which doesn’t come easy to me. If you knew me, you would understand. I have put my trust in him. We love each other entirely, and we were already two halves of a whole. Now, well, we have fallen in love all over again. Is that possible? It’s the only way to describe it. We are not two halves of a whole anymore, we are one.
I am looking forward to our Swinger Club experience in a couple of weeks. We have made no plans. We have no expectations, other than we will enjoy the environment and each other. I guess anything else will be an added bonus. I am just sitting here getting incredibly hot and wet just thinking about being there with my beautiful man. Can I really ‘expose’ myself like that in front of all those people? I guess I will let you know in a few weeks time.
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