Threesomes from another era.

(I wrote this in March of 2012 after a complicated and super hot threesome with my husband and my dominant Mr.J. Re-reading it now makes me glad I wrote it down, so many of these details were lost in the drama of what came next for us. The memory is nice regardless.)

It had been 6 months since we’d last sat together in a room knowing it would end with us naked.

J brought brownies and my favourite butter toffee treats, we sipped drinks, my husband played guitar. It was comfortable, but I was anxious.

When J left the room my husband was quick to level with me. “Hey nervous bunny, you gonna make a move here or are you waiting for me to get it started as usual?” I stuttered some kind of response, I could hear J’s footsteps coming back toward the living room, “Make it happen baby, be brave,” he said said sternly, knowing I needed a push.

It’s always like this for me, not just with sex, with anything daunting, the anticipation kills me. I fret over the first step, I make myself crazy with angst, but once I’m in motion everything is fine.

We talked some more, shared some laughs. Eventually my husband got up to refresh his drink. I leaned in to kiss J. “Nope,” he said, leaning away. I was confused. “If you’re gonna kiss me you have to do it in front of him.” I pouted. He shook his head. “Be brave, Heart.”

I hate it and love it when they’re on the same page.

My husband returned and sat down on the couch next to J and I with a knowing grin. “So, what’s the plan babe?” he asked, teasing me with his expression.

And so I was brave.

*****

I felt sexy and vulnerable at the same time. We were still in the living room and I was on the couch between them, my tongue alternating between their mouths, their hands wandering.

I slid onto my knees on the floor in front of the couch, looking up at both of them, eyes wide and dimples showing since I couldn’t wipe the grin off of my face. I was definitely feeling brave now that their hands were on me. I started undoing both of their belts at the same time, one in each hand. I felt powerful.

While I was going down on one of them, the other would hold my hair back so they could both see my face. I love it when they work together.

“Baby, could you pour us a shot?” my husband asked. I took the cock out of my mouth and sure enough on the coffee table behind me sat the bottle of Jack Daniels and the two shot glasses from their toast earlier. They both snickered a little at the audacity of the request, but I liked it.

I happily poured and passed them each a shot of amber whiskey and smiled while they clinked glasses and said cheers with matching mischievous grins.

*****

For the next little while when someone says “find your happy place” my mind will wander to memories of J going down on me while my husband teases my mouth with his cock.

*****

We moved to the bedroom and I was lost in sensations. They worked so swiftly together, so well. I heard them whisper something to each other and suddenly there was a purple satin blindfold.

I have this issue with control, I don’t like to give it up. I fussed as they brought it closer to my face. “No no no no, let’s not, we don’t need to, no, I just, you guyyyyyys.” And with that it was slipped over my eyes. “Shh. Stop whining. Be a good girl,” J said shortly as he adjusted the blindfold.

I could feel them moving around me on the bed, switching places to disorient me a little. All I could see was darkness, all I could hear was their breath, all I could think about was the throbbing between my legs. This was torture for a girl like me.

I could feel both of their hands settle on my thighs, fingers stroking my slippery places, slipping inside of me. They were quiet so they didn’t give away who was where. Hands grabbed my face and lifted my mouth a little. I was frustrated that I didn’t know what was coming. I was expecting hardness but my husband's lips pressed against mine, unmistakably his, and I moaned against his mouth as he kissed me. As soon as he found me he let me go. I whimpered. When his face was against mine I had a sense of who was where, I felt anchored, but as he pulled away I felt lost again. “Please take it off, I can’t be useful like this,” I tried to bargain.

“Shh,” someone replied quickly.

I took a deep breath and tried to quiet my mind and sink into the mattress. It was thrilling, not knowing where the pleasure was coming from. Trying to make sense of the limbs and strokes and hands against me. One thought was incessant though, nagging at me while I struggled to just enjoy the moment; “Which one of them thought of this?”

*****

Eventually I asked to take the blindfold off enough times that my husband took pity on me. It’s challenging, being submissive with two partners at the same time. It’s a strange balance. J likes me vulnerable. If I’m begging him to take off the blindfold because I feel defenceless then he’s happy. That’s exactly where he wants me to be. Struggling with myself, turned on but pushing my comfort zone. My husband, on the other hand, is sympathetic to me. His instincts are to pull me close, to take care of me, not to leave me out on a limb.

“Please can I take it off now?” I asked again. I knew it was his hands that pulled it off before I saw his face. He kissed me, comforted me. “Sorry baby, I thought you’d like it.” I immediately felt bad for whining. I should have just been brave and shut my mouth, not been so dramatic about it. I did like it. I did. It turned me on so much to feel disoriented and used that way. It was just unexpected and uncomfortable, and I guess my fussing was my way of showing them that it wasn’t easy. But I didn’t want it to end, necessarily. I just wanted reassurance. Praise. I know how to get that from each of them individually, but it’s hard to ask them both at the same time, and I was surprised.

While I was busy worrying about it the boys had already moved on. J grabbed me by the hair and shoved my mouth down onto my husband's hard cock. I could hear them both groan at once. The best way to handle an over-thinker is to give her something else to think about.

****

We were all breathless, sprawled out on the bed, limbs tangled, taking a break.

Usually when my husband fucks my ass I cum in under 5 minutes. I rub my clit to help me relax and next thing you know I’m losing my mind from the intensity of my orgasm.

“I’m surprised you didn’t cum,” he said, perplexed, he’d been giving it to me for a while. “It’s because J was rubbing my clit instead of me doing it myself, and he kept stopping when I came close.” I had assumed it was because I was sucking his cock at the time and he was unfocused. I relished in making boys lose their focus.

“Well…” J started quietly, in his own defence, “you told me once that when he’s fucking your ass you always make him stop after you cum. Because it’s too sensitive and you’re too tense…”

My jaw dropped a little.

“I was just trying to make it last,” he said.

Sometimes I hate him for being such a good listener.

*****

The hottest part of the night was when I was on top of my husband, our faces only inches away. His hands were on my hips and he was lifting me slowly, steadily so that my clit was grinding against his hard shaft as he pushed himself into me.

J pressed the head of his cock against my ass. I felt my body give way and they were both inside of me, slowly, rhythmically.

My husband’s eyes were locked on mine, our foreheads almost touching. He kissed me softly, sweetly, our mouths open and our breath on each others lips.

My eyes were wide, the pace was devastatingly slow.

I wasn’t thinking about the dynamics, or how my stomach looked, or if everyone was enjoying themselves. I wasn’t thinking about what to do next, or how early I had to be up in the morning. I wasn’t thinking.

All I could do was breathe.

****

I have this game I really love, when a guy is trying to hold off and wait before he cums I like to try and push him over the edge. I try to think of the perfect thing to say that would drive him wild and cause him to rut against me shamelessly and blow his load without a second thought.

This game is almost impossible to play with my husband because he has a cock of steel and the wits to match. It’s very rare that I can make him lose his focus and give me what I want.

He was talking dirty to me while he fucked me and I could tell he was close. I’d asked him to cum all over me, because I like it when he makes a mess out of me, but he was teasing me, telling me he was going to cum deep in my pussy instead.

I waited for just the right moment, when I could hear his breath quicken and his feel his cock swelling and I said “That’s a good idea baby, cum in my pussy and then I’ll make J lick it all out.”

And that was it, I felt him lose control. I felt him buckle. “Fuck you,” he laughed as he said it, cumming deep inside of me, sweat dripping down his face, his smile so wide. I pulled him close, giggling at my triumph, and covered him in kisses while he shook from the intensity of his orgasm.

And then J did as he was told.

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