[M]y [f]irst [f]or real threesome (continued) | 2016

No big intro, just a quick note to say this is a follow up to another post, which you can read here. Some people asked for more of the story and so here it is.

I'm picking up the story right where the previous post left off, and my girlfriend, Rose and I are lying in bed after our first go-round. (oh, and before diving right into it, another quick note to say I'm getting tired of writing "my girlfriend", so take note that her name is Jane and that's how I'll refer to her sometimes in an effort to make my writing somewhat less stiff and monotonous)

So Jane is snuggling against me and her head is on my shoulder, the way we usually lie after sex. It feels good, sweet, and she's giving off vibes of peace and satisfaction that make me feel kinda fuzzy inside.

Plus, her hand's tracing lazy circles around my junk and that feels pretty nice too.

She knows I haven't come and she's very slowly building up the energy to get me off. It's working too, and my cock is now swelling, bobbing up and down to the rhythm of her hand.

It all feels very nice, but I can't help but feel a little bad for Rose, who's lying on the other side of the bed with my girlfriend's back between us. I thought we'd all shared a moment, but right now it feels again like it's me and my girlfriend, and Rose is in this awkward position of being the third wheel or the casual observer once more.

Perhaps feeling the same thing, she gets up to go get us more drinks and to go the bathroom. My girlfriend also gets up and puts her lacy underwear back on. Rose comes back with the drinks, and for a while the three of us sit in bed sipping our wine.

So at this point you're probably feeling like this has turned into the most fucking boring threesome ever. And you're not wrong. I mean, the intensity that was there just a few minutes ago is now way down. There's still something here, there are unspoken possibilities, but some of the awkwardness from the start of the night is starting to come back.

A lot of it has to do with the fact that this wasn't supposed to be a threesome. We didn't plan this and we didn't discuss it ahead of time. So yes, we can feel all these unspoken possibilities, but there's no clear path forward from here to there. Everyone's a bit shy, nobody's talking much or taking the lead and we all sit in bed for a while sipping our drinks.

And as I said, I'm starting to feel a bit bad for Rose, who's slowly reverting back to the role of sidelined observer. I've got my arm around my girlfriend's shoulders and she's got her hand resting on my upper thigh, tracing patterns with the tip of her fingers, but Rose is on her own on the other side of the bed (my girlfriend's in the middle). I wish Rose was more a part of it. This is in part because I genuinely feel a bit bad about her being left out, but let's be frank, there are also primitive instincts at work here. I love my girlfriend and would never cheat on her, but having a semi-naked chick in her underwear lying in my bed kind of makes me want to fuck her, you know? I always tell my girlfriend I only have eyes for her, but this a whole new level of self-restraint we're talking about. I feel like I should at least wrap an arm around her shoulders or something.

So in my head the gears are turning (and again, sorry for all the introspection but I'm afraid that's very much what I do all the time). There are three people here, what are the possibilities? Me and Rose? Jane always told me she would not want to share me with anyone. This was always said in the very hypothetical context of me having an affair or something, we weren't talking about a threesome with her there, but still. In my mind not sharing kind of includes me not sticking my dick in one of her friends.

What about Jane and Rose? As far as I know, my girlfriend isn't into girl-on-girl. I do know that she's had one lesbian experience (back when she was an undergrad I think), but she has never seemed interested in doing that again in the time I've known her. And here I must ask you to forgive me again while I put in yet another side note. This may sound odd to some people, but I've never enquired about my girlfriend's sexual history. It just never seemed important. As far as I know, she had the regular boyfriend or two, same as most people and there's nothing there out of the ordinary that was worth enquiring about. The detail of how often they did it or in what position, it never seemed worth the trouble to ask. It just brings up issues and insecurities and comparisons and feeling like I must live up to what some other guy did, and I always imagine things were way hotter than they really were. So the less I know the better. I don't want to picture her with one of her exes while we're intimate.

The lesbian thing did make me curious though. It's something she's mentioned once, very casually, before quickly changing the subject. When I tried to bring it up again some time later, she was very dismissive, saying something along the lines of "It was a mistake" or "It didn't go very well" with a clear meaning of "Don't ask me about that". So I never did. If I wasn't asking her about her boyfriends, it just seemed crass to insist on getting the details of the one night she was with a girl. But now I'm sitting here wondering: is it that she really doesn't like girls (I know I really don't like guys, so I could relate) or is it that particular experience that was bad? I mean, she does seem way more comfortable being naked around her friends that I am. Personally, I don't even want to imagine another guy naked. But she knows all the details of her friends' sex lives, she's been naked around them, and once she described to me how getting waxed, by a girl, was an almost erotic experience. There's more of that kind of stuff too, but you get the idea. She's just way more open to female sexuality than I am to male sexuality. But isn't this just what girls do? Aren't they just naturally more open to their sexuality? But how does it all relate to this situation, with Rose half naked in our bed?

These are all the things spinning around in my head as I'm sitting here drinking wine. I drain my cup, but that just makes the things spin more. We're sitting here, three people, each with our own wants and desires and questions and interrogations spinning in our heads, but right now these three inner worlds are islands with nothing connecting them. What are they thinking? What do they want?

Jane's the one who reached out first. She put her glass down and turned toward me. Her energy was back and she started kissing my neck, then my chest. She pulled the blanket off me, exposing my cock, and took it in her hand. I was the only one naked since I figured the blanket was enough to cover me. Now though, I feel very exposed and my cock gets hard pretty much instantly. She bends down and wraps her lips around it, moistening the tip with her tongue.

Her mouth moving up and down my shaft made my cock throb, and I took a deep breath to settle myself down. My heart was beating heavily and I reclined a bit more against the pillows. It all felt very good. In fact, it all felt a bit too good. I turned toward Rose and saw her smiling at me while taking a sip of wine. I think by this point I could pretty confidently tell that she was into it.

So if you're a guy, you probably know what's going on in my head at this point. I mean sure, this blowjob feels great, and coming would be great, but if I do, that's it. I've got one bullet, two if I'm lucky. But even that would take some time to recharge first. I know I'm not the only guy like this. Whenever I come, my whole sex drive will come crashing down. That's why I almost always make sure my girlfriend comes first. If I'm the one who comes first, then I feel like I still have to make her come but my heart just isn't into it. It's way more fun holding it in for a while and playing with the anticipation of release.

Now, perhaps this night might be different. Maybe having two girls here would mean that my sex drive wouldn't go away. Maybe I could even get it up again after just a few minutes and just a bit more wine. But I didn't feel like risking it. So again, going over in my head everything my girlfriend told me about sharing and about her sexuality, but also taking into consideration the fact that less than thirty minutes ago Rose's fingers where pruny from her wetness, I figured I wasn't taking too big a risk by trying to steer this boat towards another shore. So I asked.

"That feels great, but shouldn't Rose have a turn?"

It took her a second to react. For a second she kept twisting her tongue over the head of my cock. And for a second I got a bit nervous again, wondering what her reaction would be. But this was the last second of nervousness and awkwardness of the night. She lifted her head and glanced at me. And the look she gave me read something like "oh, is that what you want". But immediately after it was replaced by a "yeah, wouldn't that be naughty... let's do it". And with this really wicked smile, she turned toward Rose.

"Would you like to?" And I guess Rose's answer wasn't the sexiest thing anyone has ever said, but it got me worked up just the same. She put down her drink and just said "Sure". But man, the sound of that "sure" is going to stay with me for a while. That simple sound, these four letters held promise man, they opened up possibilities. And at that time it hit my wicked mind in just the right way and fit right in with my impulses and my fantasies. At that moment that "sure" probably got me going more than just about any sexy thing anyone's ever whispered in my ear.

"I think we should tie her down". It was Jane's idea and I wasn't about to argue. I reached over to grab the same silky scarf I had used on her. Jane put the blindfold over Rose's eyes and removed her bra and I tied her wrists to the head of the bed.

Now, if you've never tied your SO down, let me just say I strongly recommend it. Especially if you're trying something new and you feel a bit unsure, having the person totally exposed and vulnerable is a great way to get rid of any inhibitions. You know how they say alcohol is a great social lubricant? In that it makes you less shy and makes conversation easier? Well, having someone tied up all at your mercy, to have their body open to whatever you want to do, to any kind of kissing and pinching and probing and caressing, well that's a great sexual lubricant. There's no fear of being judged, the blindfold makes even so much as a disapproving gaze impossible. It's open bar man, and Rose is now telling us to drink our fill of whatever we want, however we want.

So it was great to see Jane in this position and she really took advantage of it. I'm usually the one tying her down but this time she was the one on top and I could feel how she wanted to make the most of it. She dove right in and started gently biting Rose's stomach, then her breasts. I joined in, first squeezing and pinching the nipple to get it hard and fully erect. Rose's breasts are tiny compared to my girlfriend's, and her hair is cut short, so lying down like that she looked almost boyish. I bent down to gently pull the nipple between my teeth while my tongue went around in circles over the tip.

Rose was clearly enjoying the attention the two of us were paying to her breasts. She was moaning and breathing heavily, and when I ran my hand between her legs her juices had run through the lace of her panties and there was now a huge wet spot at the front. I rubbed hard over it and Rose squeaked and gasped.

When Jane saw what I was doing, she moved down and pulled Rose's panties off. Slowly she started to tease her lips, grabbing them between two fingers and pulling. I stopped my kissing so I could sit back a bit and enjoy the show. With her other hand Jane was reaching inside Rose, her fingers coming out wet and sticky. She would then glide her fingers up, moistening the top of the outer lips. She'd tease Rose that way, moving oh so close to the clit but without actually touching it. Only when Rose was good and ready did she relent, and started very gently rubbing small circles over the sensitive spot.

The way Rose jerked and twitched each time Jane's finger touched her at just the right place is one of the hottest things I've ever seen. (Call me a hopeless romantic, but I'd put the first time I made my girlfriend come up there too--that visual stayed with me for weeks afterwards). Part of what made it so hot is that under this layer of hot physical stuff, I could feel the psychological dynamic taking place.

I mean, you could plainly see what Jane was doing. She wasn't caressing Rose in a sweet romantic manner. She was nibbling and teasing in a kind of sexual power play. She was asserting her control over her friend, taking full advantage of her weakened position to bring her pleasure and take her close to the edge, but then pulling back. This was her house, her bed, her boyfriend and she was in charge.

I've never seen her like that before, ever. It was fucking hot.

The other thing going on was a kind of one-upmanship. A whatever-you-did-to-me-I'll-go-even-further-with-you kind of thing. Somehow that was tied in with the power play thing, like Jane felt in competition with Rose and wanted to show her that she's the one who would dare to go further. If these were guys I'd almost have expected a pissing contest. Heck, if these were guys I might have felt bad for the poor girl stuck in the middle.

But there was no pissing contest. Rose seemed happy in her role and docilely yielded to Jane's touch and just got it into it and enjoyed it. As to me, well at this point my girlfriend was on all four between Rose's legs with her ass up in the air and I had a raging hard on and was more than ready to do something about it. I reached my hand inside her panties and my fingers went to her lips as I started to pull the lace down.

That's when she told me "Stop. I want you to fuck her."

By now my bloodstream was flooded with hormones and wine and my cock was hard and purple and any rational thought was out the door. I've got these two chicks going at it in front of me and my brain's on leave and I've been edging for a while now and my whole body's just tingling of sex and I need release.

So I wasn't going to argue.

I untied Rose and told her to get on all fours because that's my favorite position and I never get more sensation in my cock than when I pound a girl from behind. And if I'm going to do this then by God I'm going to make sure it feels the best it can possibly feel. So I get her in position and grab her by the hips and I just ram it in. She's so wet it's like butter and I get in to the hilt and slam hard into her. She squeals and moans and drops her head into the pillow as I pound her over and over. I spread her cheeks and her asshole is hairless and pink and inviting and I just want to fuck her in there too. But I still have an ounce of restraint left in me so instead I rub my hand back and forth over the open crack and press her hole hard with the edge of my hand. I can feel her clench every time my hand runs over it and it just makes me so close to coming. But I edge some more, take my hand out from between her cheek and slide it up. I grab her by her boyish short hair, I squeeze her tiny tits hard, I close my hand around her neck.

That's when she comes. She's rubbing her clit as I slide in and out deep and slow and I can feel her clench tightly around me, over and over again. When the waves subside I pick up the pace, grab her hips and pound hard one, two, three times and I come too. I let out a moan as my cum comes gushing out.

She collapses on the bed and I collapse over her. I give her a kiss on the shoulder before rolling over onto my back beside her. My girlfriend grabs my cock and squeezes out the last few drops of cum and my god that almost feels as good as the orgasm itself. Then she snuggles up against me with her head on my shoulder.

"You guys were really hot. Did you like it?"

Yeah, of course I liked it. But my brain's slowly coming back online so I won't just blurt out how great it was. I'm afraid of the jealousy and of this visual coming back to her weeks or months into the future when we're having some stupid argument about something insignificant like how I don't spend enough time with her family. I can imagine her telling me how I don't really love her because when I fucked her friend it was so much more intense than when I fuck her. Which of course isn't true: we've had plenty of hot, sweaty, I-can't-believe-what-just-happened-and-how-good-it-was sex of our own. And I love her and always will.

So I mumble something non-committal about it being nice but without making it sound too good either. And somehow I get away with it and she's happy with my answer and she hugs me a bit more tightly and sighs happily. And my hand reaches out and finds Rose's and the three of us share this moment together.

The night went on for a bit more after that. I made sure my girlfriend came once more so that her last memory of the night was of us kissing and not of me with her friend. But this post is now way, way, way too long so I'll leave that part out. It's just a regular sex thing anyway.

The next morning we had breakfast and Rose left fairly early. My girlfriend has talked to her this week but I haven't talked or seen her since that night. At this point it's not clear whether this is something we'll do again or if this was a one time thing, though if we do do it again, it's probably not going to be any time soon. We probably all need some time to let it all sink in and process it and figure out where we want this to go. Though of course I may be wrong.

The one thing I learned from this is that something like a threesome happens when that's what all parties involved want. If all three people have the same idea floating in their head, the same kind of fantasy, then it's really a question of somehow opening up the communication lines so everyone knows what everyone else wants. That's the difficult part. Once the three of us figured out that we all wanted the same thing, things like awkwardness and insecurities just worked themselves out. Things that may seem like big obstacles just dissolve when the other person's into it and wants the same thing you do. It's all a bit more complicated when there's three people instead of two, but somehow lust finds a way.