Last Friday night, within the comfort and secrecy of our hotel room, L and I embarked on what I believe was either our seventh or eighth threesome. It has been enough over the last year and a half that I have lost count somewhat, though I know for certain this was the third one with this particular gentleman.
Not having the other male be an unknown entity helps, somewhat, with the nervousness of the situation, in particular for L. She confessed the day before everything was to go down that she did not feel at all nervous this time, and, as always, would do whatever pleased me.
We ended up with a room with a spa suite, and little did we realize at the time we checked in how prominent of a role the hot tub would play in the evening's events. As was the case with the previous threesomes, I had a vision in my head of how things were going to go down and what exactly would happen. I approached it like a director would with a carefully crafted script, down to the blocking, but the thing is with threesomes, when everything starts going, it turns into improvisational theater.
The evening started off with a dinner out between L and I, both of us dressed quite well and feeling quite good about ourselves. It was a celebratory evening of sorts, as L had just been offered a job that day, after a year of not working. The evening air was crisp, the sky was blue, and the trees had already turned golden. All was right with the world as we dined and enjoyed each other's company, and our conversation was void of anything that would be happening later.
After dinner, back at the hotel, and a bottle of champagne popped open. We decided to try out the hot tub as we still had over an hour before he was scheduled to appear. One thing led to another, and though we were planning on nothing sexual until he arrived, sexual things did happen. L was on top of me at one point, riding me in the water, and then this led to me sitting on the edge of the tub while she sucked on me.
"You should just come now," she said, looking up at me, her hand massaging my balls. "That way you won't be pressured to hold off later."
Then she was back on my cock with her mouth, and I decided that was some damn good advice, and allowed myself to come. Quite the cock reader, she sensed my orgasm and withdrew her mouth at the last second, and I erupted on her hand and into the hot tub.
After the hot tub we got out and dried off, and L put on a sexy purple negligee set. The champagne had settled in, and she was feeling even more at ease. We spent the remaining time before he arrived engaging in a light BDSM session, with L kneeled before me most of the time, professing her love to me and how much she wanted to please me.
10:45 p.m. and a knock on the door. L sat in a chair in the middle of the room, blindfolded, while I let him in. Little was said between the two of us as I led him into the room, where L sat quietly ready to serve the two of us. We stood on either side of her, both undressed, and began mauling at her, pulling and smacking at her tits and fingering her cunt. She was already a dripping mess at that point, and with two erect cocks inches from her face, it was time to move on.
First him, then me. We guided her head between the two of us..."passed me around like a joint at a party" L joked the next day...taking advantage of her mouth and all that it had to offer. From there I led her over the bed and had her bend over. Our friend entered her from behind while I moved up to her mouth. We switched back and forth a couple of times, and on the next go around with him fucking her, L urged him to come.
"Go ahead," I said. "But fuck her hard. That's how she likes it."
And so he did, albeit briefly, before he came, pounding L from behind while she was sucking on my cock. After he withdrew from her and went to sit down to catch his breath and regroup, L excused herself to go and use the bathroom, leaving us in somewhat awkward silence while "Pulp Fiction" played on the television. What does one say in that situation? Two naked men, sitting there, while the focus of our attention was in the other room.
L came back out after a few minutes and we went back to work on her again, but the break in action had also led to a break in our erections, despite her best efforts.
"I think we should all take a break and take a hot tub," L suggested, apparently comfortable in having some say in the evenings actions as opposed to being reduced to nothing more than a fucktoy.
And the thing is, it was a good idea. I ran the water again in the hot tub. By this point L had removed her blindfold so she could see our gentleman for the first time. With the tub full and the jets on, L climbed in first and I got in next to her, and then he joined us. It was a tight fit. L positioned her feet into each of our laps. I don't recall us talking too much; at first we just sat there and enjoyed the relaxation.
L was then on my lap and she leaned in and gave me a deep kiss. "I love you," she said.
"I love you too," I replied, kissing her back, and making out with her while our friend watched.
"You don't want me to kiss him, right?" she asked me.
"It's fine," I said. "I don't mind."
L then got off my lap and crawled over to his lap, and then, facing him, draped her arms around his back and leaned in and kissed him in the same manner she had just kissed me. Afterwards the got back on my lap to kiss me, this time kissing at my neck and earlobe, and then did the same for him.
We have talked about that moment a few times since then. It is one thing to allow another man to fuck the woman that you love, and to watch her suck his cock, and so forth...but quite another to watch something this intimate. Later that evening L expressed her concern that I would be angry with her, that she knew there was no way she could watch me do the same with another woman, and the truth of the matter....well, the truth of the matter is that since Friday night, as I have replayed the evening in my head, that particular moment, watching my beloved L make out with another man, has always aroused me more than anything else that took place that night.
It certainly aroused me at the moment, as I was fully erect again, and I sat up on the edge of the tub to give L access to me. She sat back on my lap, facing him, and I eased my cock inside of her and she started rocking back and forth on me. Our friend lifted himself out of the water slightly so she could suck on him. It was a scene straight out of erotica, a threesome in the hot tub, and within a small amount of time, with L's cunt squeezing at me, I came for the second time that night.
After that we got out of the hot tub and dried off. "I am done for now," I told L. "But you need to take care of our friend still."
I watched as he fucked her from behind, holding L's head. L's moans and pantings got more and more louder, and soon she was asking permission to come, and I allowed her. He kept fucking away, and as her first orgasm subsided, a second one was right behind and she came again.
Our friend confessed to being done for the evening, and after getting dressed and some awkward small talk about what the rest of the weekend had in store, he departed. I got in bed with L who had curled up in the fetal position and held her and told her how much I loved her. It was at that point that she was worried about me being mad at her, and she started talking about how she would never ever do anything to upset me or mess things up with us.
"It's ok baby," I said. "Everything was ok. This was all my idea, remember?"
We ended up having sex two more times that night, and again the second we woke up in the morning before checking out. We did not leave the hotel with any type of awkwardness between the two of us; what we have discovered is that we tend to feel closer after these threesome sessions, this one perhaps even more so.
It was our seventh or eighth threesome. it won't be our last. Eventually, we will work an MFF threesome into the mix, and lately we have been talking to a couple of other couples about getting together for an evening of watching and being watched. We talk about those things, at night, with the bedroom door locked, discuss fantasies, offer explicit descriptions of sexual acts, and then we fuck ourselves silly.
This venture into the taboo, this exploration of what for so many is an unfulfilled fantasy, draws us in as a couple, especially in regards to our D/s dynamics. That we emerge from these sessions closer is, I believe, a testament to the strength we have as a couple.
