I discovered this handy primer on group sex positions today on a really cool blog called More is Merrier. Complete with photos, this post gives you ideas on threesomes, foursomes and moresomes that you may have never even thought of. I know some of them were completely new to me. What’s more, there’s even a website called Groupsexpics.com if you need a visual guide. I know Rick and I will be referring to it from time to time for inspiration…
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Lauren was aroused from her slumber to feel her bed shaking ever so slightly. She opened one eye and looked over to see Layla straddling her husband, straining to ride up and down his cock without shaking the bed and awakening Lauren. Lauren opened both eyes without moving and was instantly taken with the sight of her friend starting the day by fucking Frank. His eyes were closed as his hands ran up and down Layla’s breasts, stopping occasionally to play with her nipples. Layla’s lips were pressed together, as though she were struggling to keep from saying anything. She took Frank’s hands in her own, holding onto them to maintain her balance. Both partners were breathing heavily and Lauren could see beads of sweat collect on Layla’s forehead. Her breasts were already glistening with a light glaze, a sign to Lauren that they had been at this for some time.
Lauren didn’t want to spoil the mood. She wanted Frank and Layla to come to orgasm so she lay there motionless as though she were still asleep. She could tell they were both close. Layla began to gasp and arched her back as waves of climax rolled through her body. Frank suddenly gripped Layla’s hips and lurched forward.
“Ah-h-h-h,” he grimaced as shot his morning load into Layla. She kept rocking on his cock as her pussy clenched around his cock. She exhaled deeply, opened her eyes and collapsed on top of Frank, still trying to catch his breath. She rolled off of him so he could take off the condom he was wearing.
“Well, good morning you two,” Lauren said quietly.
“Oh!” Layla replied, seemingly startled. “Did we wake you up?”
“Yeah, but it’s ok. I’ve enjoyed watching you two,” Lauren said. “Very sexy.”
“We tried not to wake you, babe,” Frank chimed in. “I woke up hard as a rock and started rubbing both of you. You were dead to the world, but Layla woke up soaking wet, so we thought we’d give it a go,”
Lauren chuckled. “I see,” She started to sit up, but the pounding in her head forced her back into the pillow.
“Ugh, I have a headache,” she said. “Did we drink all the booze last night?”
“Probably,” Layla answered. “Let me get you something for that.” And with that, she got up, put Frank’s red t-shirt back on, located her purse on the floor and rummaged through it to find an aspirin.
Layla filled a nearby glass with tap water and walked back over to Lauren. She handed her the pills and the glass. She sat up to drink it as Frank rubbed her back.
“I’m surprised you’re even awake,” Frank said. “You were crazy last night. Both of you were.”
Lauren struggled to remember, but as she swallowed the water, the memories returned. After Layla gave Frank a blow job in the shower, they took a snack break and discussed the swinger’s retreat they were scheduled to attend. It was already noon and they faced a two-hour drive. The more they talked and laughed and drank, the less they wanted to drive. Frank was perfectly content to stay home and give these ladies some additional attention. After a quick text to some friends to say they were staying in this weekend, the trio called the pizza man and moved out to the backyard pool.
Taking off what little clothes they had on, they jumped in. The water was refreshingly cool and had they played with each other’s asses, tits and one very happy cock. Layla stepped out of the pool and lay down on her stomach along the edge. Lauren swam over to her and started chatting. Frank then swam up behind his wife and ran his hands up her stomach, stopping them to cup her breasts. Then he slid his right hand back down to her pussy. She willingly spread her legs apart as Frank’s fingers tickled his wife’s clit.
Lauren tried to hold her focus on what she was saying to Layla, but Frank’s expert knowledge of his wife’s pussy kept the conversation to a minimum. Layla smiled and closed her eyes, soaking up the warmth of the setting sun. Lauren gripped the side of the pool as Frank continued massaging her clit as he positioned one leg on each side of the pool jet.
She braced herself with her legs and leaned back against Frank’s chest. He massaged her clit as the pool jets vibrated against her pussy lips. Frank would take his finger off her clit for a second so she could feel the jets right on her clit, then he’d put his finger back to continue massaging. She started rocking her hips back and forth as her moans grew increasingly louder. Her back stiffened against Frank and he moved his hand down so he could insert two fingers into her pussy. As he did, he felt her hips buck against his as her pussy contracted over and over. Layla got up and wrapped a towel around her. Right after she stood up, she heard a doorbell ring.
“Pizza man is here,” she said to no one in particular.
“My wallet is on the counter,” Frank replied. “Get some cash out of there.” Lauren was still pressed up against him with her eyes closed and mouth open.
Layla grabbed some cash and answered the door. She opened the door and stuck her hand out to offer the cash to the driver. With a sly smile he traded the cash for the pizza and thanked her as her towel fell off.
Stunned, all Pizza Man could say was, “d-d-do you need change?”
“Nah,” she said as she picked up the towel. “Have a nice evening.”
She shut the door, put the pizza boxes on the kitchen counter and returned outside. Lauren was lying on one of the chaise lounges, wrapped in a towel. Frank wrapped another towel around his waist.
“Let’s eat,” he said. “I’m starving.”
They ate their lunch and Frank went out front to get Layla’s bag out of her car. When he brought it back inside, Lauren was in the shower. Frank pointed Layla to the guest bathroom and told her to make herself at home. She went in to shower and change.
Frank joined Lauren in their shower. “Wow, honey,” he said. “This is amazing. Can we keep her for the weekend?” he asked playfully.
Lauren laughed. “Well, she’s not a Redbox rental, but I think she was planning to hang out with us for the weekend. I take it you’re enjoying yourself?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“Hell yes, I’m enjoying myself,” he answered as he began soaping his wife’s back.
Lauren reached around and began stroking his cock.
“Let’s have a proper three-way,” she suggested.
“Damn, woman, you read my mind,” he replied.
They got out and dried off. Lauren suggested they just let Layla take her time getting ready, whatever form that took. They got dressed and went back into the kitchen and heard a hair dryer.
Layla soon emerged from the bathroom wearing a sundress. Her straight blonde hair hung past her shoulders.
“Feel better?” Lauren asked.
“Much better. Just what the doctor ordered,” she answered as she came over to the kitchen island to pour herself some iced tea.
“You know, I was thinking,” she began. “I’d really love to see you two together. I love to watch couples who are into each other. It’s so sexy.”
Frank and Lauren looked at each other. Frank smiled and said, “Well sure, we can do that. But we’d like for you to eventually join us.”
“I think I can manage that,” Layla smiled back.
With Frank leading the way, the trio took their glasses and walked back into the bedroom. Layla set hers down on the dresser then climbed on the bed. “Alrighty, I’m ready for the show,” she said. “Go slow, please, just as if I weren’t here,” she added.
Frank and Lauren stood at the end of the bed and began kissing. Slowly they parted each others’ lips and explored each other with their tongues. Frank ran his hands down Lauren’s back and squeezed her ass. Lauren pulled Frank’s shirt over his head, and Frank reciprocated by loosening the tie around Lauren’s robe. He then dropped his shorts to reveal a throbbing hardon. Lauren wrapped her hands around it and stroked softly. Frank started kissing her neck before working his way down to her nipples.
Layla began playing with her own clit as she watched.
Frank turned Lauren around and set her on the bed. He gently nudged her backward so she was lying on her back with her legs spread. Frank got on his knees and pulled Lauren to the end of the bed so he could have easy access to her pussy. He began sucking on her clit and fingering her pussy. Lauren moaned and squirmed. Frank continued sucking on her clit and inserted a finger in her ass. Lauren began gasping for breath and before long she came, squirting her pussy juices rhythmically on Frank’s face.
Frank backed off, picking up his shirt off the floor and wiping his face before standing up to mount his wife. Lauren was still moaning and Frank wasn’t even sure she was coherent when he motioned Layla to come over and straddle his wife.
Layla eagerly came over and straddled Lauren. She bent down and started kissing her neck and nipples. Frank thrust a few times in his wife then pulled out and entered Layla, which surprised her, but she didn’t object. In fact, her pussy was every bit as wet as Lauren’s. He fucked Layla for a bit, then went back to Lauren. He continued the rhythm for a few minutes until Lauren decided she wanted to go down on Layla again. They stopped so the women could switch places. Frank fucked Lauren doggy style while she ate Layla’s pussy.
Soon Frank felt Lauren come hard around his cock. That sent him over the edge and dumped his load into her pussy. He kept thrusting until Layla moaned through her climax. Spent, the three collapsed on the bed to collectively catch their breath. As he lay there, Frank couldn’t help but wonder if the ladies were missing out on the fun at the swingers’ resort.
“Are you two glad we stayed home and didn’t go to the retreat?” he asked them.
“Retreat?” the ladies asked in unison. “What retreat?”
Video credit: A Lady Looks Up
As Frank felt the jet’s wheels touch down on the runway, he felt a surge of energy through his veins. He had been on the road for four days, overseeing the installation of a client’s IT network. But on this Thursday evening, Frank’s mind wandered toward the weekend; he and his wife Lauren were headed to a weekend swinger’s retreat on a ranch outside of town. It had been months since they had gotten away for some fun. Their kids were finally out of the house and now their careers had taken priority. Lauren’s career as a realtor was surging ahead and times were good. He and Lauren had been in and out of the swinger lifestyle for years and they had decided weeks ago to jump back into the fun.
After claiming his luggage and getting his car, Frank’s mind continued to wander about the upcoming weekend. He found himself really looking forward to seeing Lauren get ravished by both men and women. Frank loved her curves and long, silky chestnut hair. He loved watching heads turn when she entered a room. Lauren’s sexy and playful nature, combined with her skillset acquired from years of experience, made her a favorite among their swinger friends.
As he pulled into the driveway at home, he noticed a strange car parked in front of the house. That’s odd, he thought. He didn’t remember Lauren saying there would be someone at the house when he got home. He thought it must belong to some friend of hers who had stopped by.
He walked in the house, leaving his suitcase in the entry. “Lauren?” he called. No response. He walked through the living room to the kitchen and saw nothing. He decided to head upstairs to the bedroom. Maybe she’s sleeping, he thought.
As he approached the door to the master bedroom, he heard a breathless “Yes!” come from a female whose voice he didn’t recognize. Frank’s heart pounded through his chest. Is she cheating on me? he thought. He walked faster toward the door and opened it quietly, peering inside. He saw a young blonde whose eyes were closed and lips parted as she heaved with excitement. She had lovely, firm breasts and the longest legs he’d ever seen – spread wide with what appeared to be his wife’s head bobbing between those legs, eating this girl’s pussy with reckless abandon.
The blonde opened her eyes and gasped. Lauren stopped to look up at her. Seeing the shocked look on her face, she turned around to see her husband, standing in the doorway looking shocked, but with a smile on his face.
“Frank!” she exclaimed as she jumped up and hurried toward him. “I guess I lost track of time,” she said nervously. “This is my friend Layla,” she gestured toward the girl. “We work together,” she added.
Frank waved to Layla. She gestured back. Lauren reached for Frank’s hand, “I invited Layla to come with us this weekend. We decided to have a little fun beforehand, and we hoped you would join us when you got home. So…what do you think?” she asked with a sexy smile.
He found himself speechless at first. He certainly didn’t expect a threesome right now, but he certainly wasn’t going to turn this down. Fuck no, he thought. I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive.
“Let me hop in the shower real quick,” he said. I feel grimy from traveling.
He kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket on the back of a nearby chair, taking a quick glance of the womens’ bras and panties scattered on the floor. He turned on the shower and got undressed as he waited for the water to get warm. He stepped inside and let the water run down his head, face and back, trying to process what had just happened. He was lost in his fantasy as he felt a soft hand sliding up and down the shaft of his growing cock.
He opened his eyes and saw Layla smiling at him. She stroked his cock slowly.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked.
“N-n-no. Not at all,” he uncharacteristically stuttered.
He moved over to let her share the warm water. He noticed her nipples hardening as the water ran down on them. He reached up and cupped one breast as she stepped closer to him and began kissing him. She was damn near the same height as he was and they could look each other in the eye. Lauren was a good six inches shorter, he figured.
His cock raged harder and Layla turned him around to face the back of the shower. She moved in front of him to sit down on the tile bench. He moved the shower head away from her so she could breathe. He knew what she was going to do. She looked up at him, big blue eyes framed with slightly smudged eyeliner. She took his full erection in her mouth, slowly sliding his cock to the back of her throat.
Frank braced himself against the shower wall. Layla showed herself to be quite proficient at giving head. As she licked the head and stroked the shaft, she ran her finger along the crack of his ass. Frank spread his legs wider. Layla played with his asshole then gently slipped a finger inside, moving toward his prostate.
Oh, Christ, he thought. He wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. But damn, this girl is good. His breath quickened as she probed his ass. He wasn’t going to hold on much longer. He hadn’t jacked off in days due to sheer fatigue from working, and he could feel his climax build stronger.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he released his load in her mouth. She swallowed and stroked as he worked through his orgasm before slowing down and finally releasing his cock.
“Yummy,” was all she said as she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her nipples still hard against his chest. He hugged her back and let his hands fall down to grab her ass.
“Mind if I clean up?” she asked.
“Not at all,” he answered. “That was fucking amazing,” he added.
“Yeah, it was. Lauren and I have known each other for a while,” she said. “We get along so well and we’ve been talking a little during lunch breaks and such and it just sort of came out that we were both swingers,” she added.
“That’s right,” Lauren said as she walked in the bathroom, holding three empty wine glasses and a bottle of Chianti. She poured the wine into each glass as Frank wrapped a towel around himself and Layla examined the shampoo bottles in the shower.
“I hope you don’t mind that I brought her home for the weekend,” Lauren said coyly.
“Hell, no, I don’t mind,” he replied.
Layla finished rinsing her hair and stepped out of the shower to towel off. As he sipped his wine, he took some time to admire his wife’s hot friend. He guessed her to be about 35, although there was no way in hell he was going to ask her. She had a great ass and those legs…Frank had to ask.
“How tall are you?”
“Five-eleven,” she replied. “How ‘bout you?”
“Do you have a t-shirt or something I could borrow?” she asked sheepishly. “My weekend bag is still in the car, and Lauren and I kind of got carried away before I could bring anything in.”
“I’ll say,” he grinned. “Here you go,” he said as he handed her a t-shirt.
She pulled it over her wet ringlets and followed Frank, who was still wearing a towel, to the living room where they found Lauren in the kitchen, wearing a negligee and cutting up some fruit.
“I thought you two might need re-hydrating,” she said with a laugh. “How are you feeling?” she asked, seemingly to no one in particular.
“I think we’re good,” he said as he smiled knowingly at Layla. He caught a quick glance of her ass cheeks peeking out from underneath the red t-shirt he loaned her. She looks better in that thing than I do, he thought.
The trio talked and laughed as they enjoyed their wine and fruit. Frank learned that Layla had recently received her realtor’s license. Lauren was assigned to be her mentor and the two just hit it off. After hearing a couple of stories about Layla’s recent clients from hell, and how Lauren stepped in to help save the deal, Frank remembered Lauren telling him about her. He just didn’t realize how…close…they had become.
“We went to a happy hour about two weeks ago,” Lauren began. “Everyone else had left and it was just the two of us still talking. I guess I just let my guard down and asked Layla if she was dating anyone, and what she liked in bed. Guess my filter just fell off,” she continued. “I’m so glad I did because then I would have missed this.” She walked over to Layla and began kissing her.
“God, you taste great on both ends,” she said.
Lauren reached out her arm and drew Frank into their embrace. She started kissing him while Layla kissed Frank’s neck. His hand slid down Layla’s back and reached underneath that t-shirt and grabbed her ass. His cock grew hard and he wanted to fuck Layla bad. He wanted to fuck his wife too, but he was really hoping to get between Layla’s long legs.
(To be continued)
Swingers say the darndest things. A few months ago when Rick and I were in Las Vegas, we played with another couple we’d contacted on a swinger site, and who were staying at the same hotel as we were. What a convenient coincidence! Their names escape me (I swear), so we’ll call them Carrie and Ned. They were on vacation from New York. We met at the pool and chatted for a couple of hours in the hot tub until we were kicked out so a crew could do some cleaning. Carrie and Ned went back to their room to change and get some booze before coming over to our room.
When they arrived we chatted some more before moving to the balcony to start some play. It was an amazing spring night in Vegas. Low humidity made the temperature so pleasant and there was a privacy screen on each balcony (not that we cared).
Anyhoo, after some blowjobs and nipple play, we decided to take it to the bedroom. RIck and Carrie claimed the bed and took turns going down on each other. Ned said he wanted to be on the bed too, so he could watch his wife go down on Rick. I agreed and Ned soon went down on me with a tongue much more aggressive than I was accustomed to. I discovered right away that I liked his voracious approach and he soon drew several loud orgasms out of me. Rick reported similar results from Carrie. Yay.
But soon thereafter I tumbled down from that orgasmic high when Ned kissed his way up my stomach and breasts and whispered in my ear in his sexiest Brooklyn accent…
“Youse taste nice.”
I had to bite my cheek and tongue to keep from laughing.
Last Saturday Rick and I visited an offsite swinger’s bar here in town. It’s a favorite of Rick’s because there’s a sexy young bartender whom he’d love to have his way with. Sadly, she’s not a swinger (or says she’s not) and engaged to be married to a non-swinger (or so she says). Blondie wasn’t working on Saturday but we sat with a lovely couple named Molly and Bill. They are veteran swingers and it was fun to swap stories. Since it’s an offsite club, we went with no expectations of play, but rather to make some new friends and have fun.
At one point, I got up to use the bathroom. I came out of the stall to wash my hands, and as I did so, a girl came into the bathroom, slapped me on the ass and said, “You have a great ass. Wish mine were that big. I want to see you shake that big ass on the dance floor.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so I just smiled and said, “Thank you.”
Then I went out and shook my ass on the dance floor.
If you’re lucky enough to eavesdrop on a conversation among swingers, you’re likely to hear the subject of unicorns discussed sooner or later. A threesome encounter (or two or 300) is typically high on a swinger’s bucket list. But finding an unattached female, or an attached one with an open-minded boyfriend/husband, is often difficult.
Today Rick and I spent some time reflecting on the two amazing unicorns we’ve enjoyed over the last couple of years. I’ve written about both of them – Angelina and Maddy. Our reflection soon turned into a discussion about “What makes a perfect unicorn?”
We decided that our perfect swinging and/or poly unicorn would have to have the following characteristics:
- She needs to be truly bi (or an overriding willingness to learn, as Rick says). Not a pillow princess who isn’t willing to reciprocate orally.
- She needs to be attracted to both of us. The attraction doesn’t have to be perfectly equal, but as I wrote in my last post, threesomes don’t work if all parties aren’t willing to touch and please each other (unless the ladies agree that there won’t be any interaction between the two of them, or unless the man is willing to just observe). Both Angelina and Maddy are really, really good at giving us balanced attention and never making one of us feel left out of the fun. Sadly, we haven’t seen Angelina in a while, but Maddy and I keep in touch regularly. And you know you have an amazing unicorn when she sends you a message that reads, “The excitement and energy I feel between the three of us is unique and something new for me. I love it.”
- She needs to respect our relationship. Unicorns are a fun addendum to a couple’s sex life. She isn’t there to replace anyone.
- A GREAT unicorn will realize that her friendship with the wife is key to receiving a return invite to the couple’s bedroom. Women rule the swing lifestyle, so keeping honest, sincere and friendly communication and respect with the wife will go a long way.
- She needs to have her own life outside of ours. We want our unicorn to have her own boyfriends (if she wanted them), her own regular friends, her own hobbies, her own pursuits. Of course if we were dating a woman, we would pursue some shared interests with her, but we would not want her to give up the things she enjoyed before meeting us. Again, swinging and poly are supposed to be mutually-agreed addenda to a relationship, not something to be taken away from an existing one.
Most of us in the swing lifestyle think that if you find a unicorn, you should catch it and donate it to a museum so it can be studied and hopefully replicated. That is a joke, but you get the idea. Unicorns are a rare treat to be enjoyed. Handle with care.
Couples, what is your definition of a “perfect unicorn”?
We did some of this…
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March came in like a lion and went out…like a lion. Some days it was hard to comprehend just how much sexy fun we were having. Our bracket was full!
Kicking things off was a weekend visit from Madeline, who is just the sweetest thing. She flew in for a quick visit and we made the most of it. I stopped by her hotel room after work for some play time. She suckled me for a while before we dozed off. There is something incredibly relaxing about nursing. I guess I had forgotten what it was like when I had my own babies years ago – somehow I don’t remember it being that relaxing. LOL Sweet and bonding, yes, but not relaxing.
After we woke up I got dressed and went home where Rick was waiting. I changed then we went back to the hotel to pick up Maddie, initially to hit another strip club, but after more playtime as a threesome, we decided to just eat dinner across from the hotel then go back for more play. It’s such fun for me to watch the two of them interact. He gets a kick out of her playfulness and she is so willing to try new things. In between nursing sessions, which are only about 15-20 minutes, we would take turns sucking his cock, sitting on his face, eating each others’ wet pussies, making out, riding his cock, you name it. After several hours of fun he and I went back home, and I returned the next morning for more girl-girl playtime before her flight. We had breakfast together, went back to the room for a repeat of the night before, then as she was ‘saying goodbye’ to my breasts, she began massaging them lightly. Just caressing them, one then the other, then back again. Her tiny hands felt like feathers as she would take my breast in both hands and run her fingers around the sides then up to my areolas then back around the sides again. I was so taken by how good it felt that I must have zoned out for a couple of hours . When I came to, we finally said goodbye, and I got dressed and returned home.
Next weekend we decided to organize a little party in honor of my birthday and St. Patrick’s Day, so we invited several couples to join us at our local swinger’s club. One couple and one-half of another couple, a beautiful lady named Tricia. I met Tricia online, along with Pam, who brought her husband, Jeff. I’d met Pam online several months back. We’d since met for lunch and they joined us a couple of months ago for a poly group event, so we thought they’d be a fun addition.
The club was full that night, with lots of sexy Lassies dressed in various green outfits. Ireland would be so proud. After several rounds of dancing and drinks, Tricia and I decided to play together in one of the rooms. She was only interested in playing with me, but I wanted Rick to be part of it too, so we invited him in. I soon learned that threesomes only work if all three parties are interested in playing with each other. That seems so obvious now, but I thought that I could play with Tricia and Rick, even if she had no interest in playing with him. It didn’t quite work out that way, though. If Rick so much as caressed Tricia’s arm, she’d chastise him with ‘no touching’. I tried to interact with each one individually but it became more of a frustration to Rick, so he got up and left the room so we could continue our play.
After he left, we focused on each other. I have to say, Tricia knows how to eat pussy. She teased me with her tongue ever so nicely that I enjoyed several orgasms. We got into 69 position with me on top and she said afterward my pussy juices dripped on her face. Very hot. She was delicious. We continued licking each other’s pussies until I climbed off and gave her some focused attention by sucking her clit as I worked her G-spot. She came hard and soaked my hand, wrist and face.
Spent, we rested for a minute before dressing and going back to the group. I didn’t realize how long we’d been gone, and I saw Rick going toward a room with Pam and her husband, saying he was going to play with them. I was kind of surprised, as he had not played with another couple without me, but I was fine with it. Tricia and I went back to our table, had another drink and chatted for a while. I really wanted to watch Rick with another woman so I told Tricia I was going to go find him. She went with me and we found Pam’s husband standing guard at one of the playroom doors and I told him I was going in to watch. He stepped aside and I went inside. Pam was lying on her back with Rick inside her, kneeling, and I think she was right in the middle of a climax. She howled pretty loud and long and I could see that Rick was enjoying it. He told her to turn over after she came down and she obliged. She is in pretty good shape and has a nicely shaped ass. Rick began pounding her doggy-style and he motioned for me to come over and kiss him, which I did. Shortly after, he shot his wad inside her. I left to get some air, as the room was hot and steamy. We decided to leave after they dressed and came out. He said he really enjoyed playing with her because she was so enthusiastic about fucking him. (Not that that’s an unusual occurrence).
All in all, it was a fun way to celebrate my birthday. And we were only halfway through the month. We had two more weekends of fun coming up. Which I’ll post next time. Stay tuned!
Rick and I have been exploring a lot of new things lately. I’ve been exploring a growing interest in adult nursing relationships (ANR) and Rick and I each had our first dates with other people as we dip our toes into polyamory.
We also decided to have some fun last weekend by inviting my friend Madeline to spend some time with both of us. Madeline loves suckling. It may be a fetish, or it may be just a hobby; only she knows for sure. But I thought it would be fun to take her out for some fun on the town then maybe spend some time suckling me, and, if we were lucky, she’d be up for a little threesome action.
But I’m jumping ahead of myself. I met Madeline online about a year ago. She reached out to me through an ANR website, and after some chatting, we finally met. She has a great job that allows her a flexible schedule, generous time off and flying privileges. She isn’t married and doesn’t have kids, so she can travel at the drop of a hat, although she lives several states away.
Our first experience was when I was traveling myself, and she met me while I was out of town at a conference. Our first nursing experience wasn’t bad; my nipples just weren’t accustomed to having that much attention after not having had that kind of treatment for at least a decade. But despite the soreness over the next few days, we continued to stay in touch and my interest in pursuing ANR grew as well.
A few months later we met up again, this time while she had a long layover during another trip to see other friends. We spontaneously decided to meet up at a local hotel. We spent some time talking before getting down to business and this time it was so sexy and gentle and sensual and tender. Madeline has no interest in lactating herself, but instead enjoys the closeness that suckling affords. She soon discovered that breast play and suckling gets me very wet, hot and bothered. She asked if she could touch me “there” and I said yes. Her tiny, dainty hands traveled south to my soaking wet pussy, found my throbbing clit and softly massaged me until my back arched and fell back into the soft folds of the mattress as my pussy covered her hand with juices. As I caught my breath she moved her hand back to my left nipple as her mouth found my right nipple and began suckling. She lightly tugged at my left nipple, which drove me wild and caused me to ask her if she minded if I used my vibrator while she suckled.
She said, ‘no’, so I got my Hitachi and rubbed it on my clit, causing me to cum even harder, moaning and convulsing all at once.
After resting for a minute, I told her I’d like to return the favor and she quickly flipped over, spreading her legs to reveal a beautifully shaven pussy. Her tiny clit was as hard as rock as I flicked it back and forth, inserting a finger inside her tight pussy, finding her g-spot, and massaging it till her pussy walls clamped down on my finger. I looked up and saw her in a trance-like state, totally lost in the moment as she climaxed. Her thick nipples stood at attention like good little soldiers. I ran my tongue around each one of them as she came back down to earth.
We relaxed by watching a little TV. Madeline decided to suckle again so she moved over to my left breast for a few more minutes before I had to leave. We kissed for a little while before I got up to get dressed.
We left each other very satiated with promises to get together again soon.
That didn’t happen…for nine months. But we’d been talking about it off and on, about having her come for a visit so that Rick could meet her, so we could have another nursing session, and to just see what else our friendship could lead to.
This time, we played the good host, meeting at her hotel room, which was a very nice, spacious suite with plenty of room for us to move around. We picked her up and took her to one of the nicest strip clubs in town, which seemed natural for a breast girl. After arriving at the club, we got a table close to the stage so Madeline could see it all.
We ordered drinks and some food and enjoyed the first dancer on stage. I am slow to go to the stage to tip dancers (I have no idea why, but I AM getting better about that). Rick got plenty of singles to last a while. We eventually got up to tip some of the cuter ones, and Madeline was having the time of her life. She had never been to a club before and was thoroughly enjoying the entertainment. We were thoroughly enjoying her reaction to it all.
After several hours, we decided to go back to the room for some suckling time. I told Madeline at the club, while Rick was in the bathroom, that if she wanted to play with him in the room, I would be fine with it. I have grown to love watching Rick with other women. I love to watch how they react to him, and vice versa. I took off my clothes and got into bed. Rick sat on the sofa and took off his shoes. Madeline followed our lead, albeit slowly.
After Madeline undressed, she climbed into bed with me and took my nipple in her mouth. She began suckling and it felt amazing. Her latch was perfect, and her suction was just right. Her eyes began to roll back into her head as she put her tiny hand on my massive breast and went to her happy place. Rick got undressed and climbed in bed next to me. He caressed both of us as she continued nursing. Eventually I switched nipples with her. Rick got up and went to the other side of the bed so Madeline was in the middle.
Rick caressed Madeline silky skin and firm little ass as I moaned obliviously. He fingered her and commented on how wet her pussy was. He continued until I came out of my trance and suggested we give Rick some attention. We switched so he was lying on his back as Madeline and I took turns sucking his cock and balls. Then she sat on his face while I mounted his cock, then we did the “Eiffel Tower” and made out. Rick marveled at Madeline’s pussy, which was shaved clean and smooth as a baby’s bottom. I played with her thick nipples and she kept her hands on my tits.
We played in that position for a while, then he got up and we got on the bed. She started suckling me again as Rick fucked me. I was in heaven! I came hard and fast then he pulled out. We rolled a condom on his cock which was still rock hard, then I guided her to sit down on it. This was so much fun for me to watch. It was fascinating, sexy and fun to watch him fuck her and to watch her facial expressions. He commented repeatedly on how tight her pussy was. After a few minutes of her riding him cowgirl, she pulled off and he finished by cumming all over my tits and her belly. Then she snuggled down between us to suckle; I offered her my nipple and we spent the next 20-30 minutes just quietly relaxing. Rick and I would look at each other across Madeline as she hungrily sucked my nipple like a starving baby. We commented on how soft her skin was and what a great little ass she had, almost like she wasn’t even there.
But she was there, and reached back to stroke Rick’s cock as we talked. She spread her legs wider so he could finger her pussy. He said how wet she was and, as if on cue, she got up on all fours to show she was ready to be mounted. All while her mouth was full of my tit. Rick got behind, spread her legs and entered her from behind. He thrust firmly as she suckled. I held her tight as Rick fucked her and pulled out to cum all over her ass.
As we recovered, the compersion started to flow. Rick got off to clean himself up and Madeline snuggled up next to me to continue suckling. I stroked her cheek and her hair and kissed her forehead. She is so sweet and when she suckles, the feelings of tenderness just start to bubble forth. Rick was smiling from ear to ear as he watched Madeline and I in our element, sharing ourselves with each other; me offering my breast to fulfill her need, her suckling me to fulfill my need. And Rick getting to have some threesome fun.
After randomly tuning into NPR’s “Fresh Air” one night last fall as I was driving, I heard Terry Gross interviewing the author of a book titled “The Secret History of Wonder Woman”. The teaser before the break was “come back to hear about the person who created the Wonder Woman comic strip, and how he had a much more interesting life than the icon he created.”
Well that piqued my attention, so I stayed tuned.
The guest was the book’s author, Jill Lepore. She and Terry discussed the book, and what made the author’s life so interesting; William Moulton Marston, Wonder Woman’s creator, was polyamorous.
Well ok, then. NOW I’m really interested.
As the interview went on, the two women giggled like schoolgirls as Ms. Lepore discussed how Marston met his wife, Elizabeth when the two were in elementary school in the 1900s. They grew up together, got married, and lived a yuppie life of him teaching at a university and her working at a life insurance company. Things were hunky dory until one day, Marston informed his wife that he’d fallen in love with one of his students (more giggles) and wanted to bring her home to live with them (even MORE giggles), and Elizabeth’s initial reaction (LOTS MORE giggling here – and I’m not going to spoil this review by revealing what that reaction was).
I was feeling somewhat irritated at all the damn giggling and yet becoming insanely curious about how these three could pull off polyamory at a time when women weren’t allowed to vote or use birth control, among other things. The two giggled throughout the interview until the end, but they had achieved their desired outcome: using my phone, I bought the book before I even made it home.
It would be an understatement to say this book was painstaking researched by Ms. Lepore. At 410 pages, it’s roughly divided into four parts: Part One is the backstory of William and Elizabeth’s childhood and education, and ends when William meets Olive Byrne, one of his students, and falls in love. Part Two is the most interesting; how the three of them negotiate their relationship as a polyamorous triad. Their very unconventional approaches to sex, childbearing and childrearing make this section an excellent read. Later on a fourth female appears, Marjorie Huntley, and lives with the triad off and on as William Marston’s occasional lover. It is assumed, but never directly revealed, that the women engaged in sex with each other. Readers will also be in awe of the things that Olive Byrne gave up in order to live her life as Marston’s lover.
Part Three covers the evolution of Wonder Woman, from concept to completion, and Part Four is a blow-by-blow listing of references, annotations and attributions. The entire story is set against the backdrop of the Women’s Suffrage movement; a time of great political, social and economic change. Marston himself was influenced by early suffragists and feminists, and argued that Wonder Woman was the missing link in the history of the struggle for women’s rights.
What makes this such an interesting book is the irony in their stories. Marston and Byrne wrote a regular column for Family Circle magazine in the 1930s, celebrating conventional family life as they themselves pursued lives of extraordinary nonconformity. Marston was also an internationally recognized expert on truth – he invented the lie-detector test. But he himself lived a life of secrets, only to subliminally and subtly spill them later on the pages of Wonder Woman.
If you were a Wonder Woman fan, like history and are intrigued by how early polyamorous lovers survived against the stigma of ethical non-monogamy, this book is for you.
Hope your Valentine’s Day was sexy! I took this picture yesterday, but was so busy with my own V-day plans I forgot to post it:
I may be one of the four people on the planet who did NOT see 50 Shades of Grey this weekend. It’s ok though; I never read the book either…