Once upon a Threesome

I had been out for an evening with a lover enjoying a few drinks, dinner, and a lot of flirtation.  By the time we returned to our hotel room we were hungry for each other

As the hotel room door closed behind us our lips were already locked and our bodies a mass of intertwining limbs.  We fumbled and tugged desperately at each other’s clothing.  He led me across the room in this clumsy dance, carelessly discarding garments as we moved

He pushed back the balcony door – the warm night air licking at my naked body, the sound of the ocean rocking my senses.  I closed my eyes as he bent me over the balcony, both of us lost in the need for him to be inside me

The whole evening had been our foreplay, I needed nothing more and he knew it.  He plunged his throbbing cock straight in to me, finding me as wet and ready as he expected.  I moaned at the delicious feeling of finally being stretched and filled

I clutched at the balcony rail as he thrust more powerfully into me.  I could feel my body starting to spasm around him.  My cries whipped away on the ocean breeze as my first climax approached, threatening to crash over me like the waves

And then I heard a slight noise from the next balcony, someone adjusting their position slightly.  My eyes flicked open and my cheeks flamed red as I saw a man standing, watching, just a few steps away from us.  I squealed, removed myself from the impaled cock(!) and ran inside, embarrassment burning through me as I curled up on the bed

I waited for my lover to follow.  And I waited.  And I heard voices from the balcony.  I squirmed at what they could possibly be discussing.  I silently screamed that this was not the moment for polite conversation

Subsequently, I learned the details of that conversation

It began with my lover apologising for our activities 

Man 2 replied “Don’t apologise, I was enjoying the view”

Lover “Would you like to give me a hand with her?”

Finally, my lover re-entered the room.  “I’ve invited him to join us” he asserted.  Now, he was well aware that the prospect of two men is a huge turn on for me.  But it had only ever been the content of whispered naughty fantasies

“What?” I gasped as he pulled on a towel and wrapped it around himself

He ignored my reaction and lay me down on the bed, my nudity on full display and he slipped a blindfold over my eyes

“He will be here any moment”

I knew he was just teasing me, playing to my fantasy.  Nonetheless it was working, my whole body felt on fire with desire.  I writhed on the bed, rubbing my thighs together at the surge of arousal

I heard a knock on the door.  I swallowed a giggle at the image of my lover knocking on the inside of the door to fuel my fantasy.  In my head I applauded him for playing this out so well.  It was driving me wild despite knowing he was just playing with my mind

The door opened and I heard my lover’s welcoming words.  And then I heard a response in a foreign accent, a voice I had never heard before.  Adrenaline coursed through me as I realised this was no joke, I felt my pussy respond, getting even slicker with my juices.  I bit my lower lip to stifle an audible gasp

I lay there, so completely aware of my totally exposed body.  The exposure thrilled me

The men began a conversation (I know – another one!!!)

I wriggled on the bed, intoxicated by the situation

Neither of them spoke to me at all.  They discussed all the sensible stuff – ground rules, safe words, consent, safe sex 

I felt utterly objectified and incredibly powerful

My breathing was becoming ragged and neither had even touched me

Eventually they turned to me, I could sense their full focus on my naked body

My lover invited Man 2 to touch me, to use his hands to explore my body

His first caress was exquisite, it took my breathe away

I felt like a complete whore and a beautiful goddess

As he started to stroke me, I could not help but purr with pleasure.  The feeling of a stranger’s hands on me.  My mind cast back to the glimpse I caught of him on the balcony.  I could not describe him to you, just a vague recollection of a dark and attractive man.  Over the course of the night I used my hands to learn how he looked based on touch alone

And then a second pair of hands joined in, the more familiar touch of my lover.  Yet my senses often struggled to comprehend which hand belonged to whom as four hands roamed over my body

They were everywhere – a gently stroke of my face, a caress of my neck, exploring my curves, feeling my legs, working up to my inner thighs, feather light touches across my stomach, until hands started to move to my breasts and between my legs.  I moaned at the exquisite touches

I bucked my hips and arched my back, pushing my body up wantonly, wanting their hands on my most sensitive parts.  “Please” wavered on my lips.  I was so incredibly aroused, ready to beg for my release

A mouth closed on my nipple and a hand found my clit.  I grabbed at the bed sheets, I screamed, I bucked, I writhed.  My body was on fire.  My climax so incredibly intense

And so the evening continued, a delicious mix of hands and mouths all over me, caressing me, licking me, biting my soft flesh.  I came over and over, lost in the sound of the waves outside the window and delicious orgasms crashing over me

Fingers, tongues, cocks explored every inch of me.  I learnt how girthy Man 2’s cock was as it pushed into my mouth.  I believe the men also explored each other a little as well, such was the atmosphere of debauchery

It was decadent and intoxicating

I do have a rather endless ability to orgasm (blushing just writing that) and I recall Man 2 saying to my lover.  “Does she ever stop, she is like the Duracell Bunny, just keeps going and going?”.  You can imagine the effect of being objectified and talked about like that had on me!!!

Sadly, eventually the delicious naughtiness had to come to an end.  The men held me and stroked me as I recovered.  Eventually they sat me up and lifted the blindfold, and I saw Man 2 properly for the first time.  I drank in the sight of him.  He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply and then said good-bye.  And then he left

My lover held me in his arms, and we were heady with the excitement of what had happened.  We discussed every detail in thrilling fashion.  But we wanted more.  We plotted how this could happen and Man 2 awoke to a note under his door

“Thank you so much for a wonderful night.  Feel free to return when you wake, we would love to continue”

As the sunlight pressed through the curtains and intruded on our sleep, we found a responding note under our door

“The pleasure was all mine!  I can’t this morning, but let’s continue this evening”

I have never wanted to cancel a flight more.  I wanted to return to that heady and intoxicating pleasure.  But the next day we had to depart.  It had been such an incredible night

I wish we could have had a second night.  But I also wonder if it could possibly have been as special.  Maybe the one-off nature of it added to it.  Not getting to check if the second night would have been as good is one of my few regrets!

In hindsight, we were incredibly lucky it worked out as well as it did.  Both men were grown up men, confident in their own skin and of their own abilities.  They were not competitive with one another, there was no sense of showing off, they worked together, laughed together and bought me the most immense pleasure together

If Man 2 is ever back in town, I would love to relive that fantasy evening

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