the Hotwife….the 180 turn!

Part 1 and Part 2 to be read if you haven’t done so already!

On our knees, me and Anette, in this house, with our husbands. Only we were not with Anette´s husband. Only with mine. My naked husband with the huge erection.

We took turns working our oral skills on his erection as one of us removed one garment at a time from the other´s body.  As I removed Anette´s bra I gently nibbled at her nipples. A teasingly bite, just to explore if that turned her on as it does on me. Yes, a shiver through her body.

I placed her now naked body on the bed. Lying on her back she looked at me and my darling. We were kissing and he was behind me, playing with my breasts and urging me to move forward to Anettes body. So we did, in a joint motion we came close to her. Both of us standing on all four above her. Touching her body with our lips ans tongues. It was now our turn to share her body, and her pussy. We kissed and caressed her body in between us. Stopping once in a while to kiss or watch the other. Slowly moving towards her pussy. Our tongues met as they were swirling against the top of her clitoris. Our lips pulled each of her outer labias at the same time and we were looking at each other almost all of the time. Like Anette really wasn’t there, but just us two and this female body.

As we came to a stop we rose up and started to kiss each other, hugging close, hands and fingers exploring all parts of these familiar bodies, but now in a more hungrily way than before. A touch of pleasure as Anette had moved underneath us and was now using her mouth, lips and tongue to pleasure me. I moaned and saw that one of her hands were working on my husbands erection. She looked up at me as a way of asking if it was ok, should she continue with pleasuring us both. I nodded towards her and kissed my man hungrily again.

A sharp knock on the door and in came Jaan. Along with some of the other members of the club. They casually sat down on the sofa with their drinks and coffees. All except Jaan. He came towards us with a black, rather large bag. He dropped it on the floor next to the bed. Took his jacket off and pulled out a camera from the bag.

The three of us on the bed had come to a stop and were sitting together, naked on the bed. My husband behind me, me leaning on him and between my legs Anette huddled in and we wrapped our arms around each other all three. She looked at me and gave me a kiss. She had seen this bag before. She was not surprised to all the things that Jaan took out. He put some toys, bottles with lubrication and condoms on the bed next to us.

One of the toys made my body shiver. I leaned back to get strength from my husbands breathing as well as to find his mouth to kiss him. And then I whispered in his ear.

”- I see a strap-on. I need to put it on me. I feel a need to fuck Anette with you. Will you join me in this for a while? Than I will definitely need to be well fucked by you. Are you in for that too?”

I moved closer to Anette and kissed her neck as I at the same time watched the expressions on my husbands face. Jaan was taking pictures of it all. Anette was shivering in our arms, trembling and giving slight moans. She was touching me, my breasts, her fingers close to my pussy. She whispered in my ear that she wanted me. That she wanted my body.

I stood up, looked at all the men sitting along the walls in the room. Reached for the strap-on and adjusted it to fit my body. My husband was standing on his knees on the bed. Caressing Anette who had eyes only for me. She lay back on the bed, eyes on me, spreading her legs. Head close to my husband and she asked me if she could suck my husband. I nodded. She asked me if I could please fuck her at the same time. I nodded again and put a condom on the large, pink dildo attached to the strap-on.

She sucked his balls. He pulled his erection. I eased up towards her pussy, and found my way into her pussy with the strap-on like I had done it before. She gazed at me through her half-open eyes asking for more. I pushed myself all the way in. It was beautiful. I could never had imagined that this was an experience I wanted to have. To be fully present. To be fucking another woman. A woman that by now also was sucking my husbands cock.

I asked her to come up on all fours. Standing with her behind towards me and her head towards my husband. Still sucking him , still banged by me. I felt powerful. I felt erotic. The looks on the menus faces around the room told me that this was not a turn they had expected. Jaan was snapping away with the camera as he was sending little words of love and encouragement towards Anette.

My husband removed himself from Anette and came beside me. Anette was facing the men now. I gave my husband a condom and showed him how to share a woman. We took turns, caressing her back, her breasts, her neck, her ass. And we took turns in short periods to bang her from behind. She was arching her back and ass up towards us and it sure was a beautiful sight.

Standing there behind her, together with my husband, I felt waves of emotions coming at me, moving through me, coming back, once, twice and then slowly ebbing off. He looked at me and took me in his arms. Removed the condom from his cock. Removed the strap-on from me. Lay me down on the bed next to Anette who was lying on her side by now. Big, grateful smile on her face. She kissed me. I kissed her back. My husband joined in and again we met all three in a kiss.

Jaan sat down next to Anette. His fingers ran along her back, up and down, rhythmically. My husband pulled me closer to him, we were now lying sideways with my back towards him and he let his big cock enter my pussy. I was being watched by everyone in the room. Except for my husband who likes to close his eyes in this position. Anette still teased and played with me. Touching my breast, nipples, lips, hair and neck. All while I was being fucked by my man.

”- Come ride me, ” he said. And turned to lay on his back. I went down on him first. Swallowed his cock with pussy juice and all. Deep throating. Yet another event the men wasn’t expecting to see. My husband pulled my pussy towards his mouth and we were giving each other oral pleasure for a while.

As I decided to ride him, and I decided to made the scene a bit bigger.
I left the bed. Walked around it in my nakedness. Jaan was saving all of this he kept clicking away with his camera. Zooming in on us both he and Anette stood up next to the bed and all the other men joined in too. I sat down on my husband, ready to ride him and every one started to touch me. Just small touches, but still powerful enough to send burst of energetic orgasmic powers shooting through my body.

Anette joined in behind me. She sat down behind me on my husbands thighs, allowing me to relax and lean to her for comfort. My feet went forward. The men continued to touch me on my arms, shoulders and breasts. My husbands firm hands on my hips, pulling me down onto his cock. Anette helping me relax. Anette´s hand holding on to my pubic mound, gently pushing in the same rhythm as my husband.

Sounds from me and my husband as we were reaching yet another climax. And another. Riding the waves together. As he ejaculated inside me my whole body exploded and I could no longer sense where my body ended and his began.

Seconds later Anette started to shiver behind me. The energies came through to her too. We shivered in synchronicity for what felt like minutes. Her lips close to my ear. Her whispers of gratefulness from her to me. From her to us.


 

The sexual evening ended somewhere then. We had a few good laughs, a glass of wine and some slow talk before we all left the house. My husband and I in a taxi to the hotel. Some of the others joined Jaan and Anette to their home. But not us. The adventure ended there for us.

Late breakfast Sunday, a last stroll in the neighbourhood around the hotel, morning sex before all of this of course. Our arousal still in the highs. Arriving at the airport. Boarding the flight home.

As I open the glossy airline magazine a familiar face appears. Two actually. Jaan and Anette smiles at us again. They are featured in an article about Jaan´s upcoming photo exhibition. In September. We read it together, smiling and holding hands. My husband reads faster than me and kiss me on my neck, on the exact right spot. You know which one. I shiver in my body as I read the last line where Jaan is explaining that he is finishing off his exhibition with a photo session of his wife exploring lust and sex.

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No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

The Hot wife doing a 180

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This, the above pic, was exactly what I thought I was going to experience. What I was hoping for. That my husband would encourage me to set up my account on Ashley Madison. Becoming a Hotwife. His Hotwife. But I was so wrong.

The story I am about to tell you is a few years old. It happened when we still lived in New York. The kids were 8,10 and 12. All of my life was care taking. Of the family. Of the kids. Of the house. Of our social events. Of the relatives. Of holidays.
I desperately needed to be seen as the sex goddess I am. My husband didn’t see me. I was in need for attention and appreciation. And desperately in need for a feeling like the pic above.

Setting up an account as a Hotwife on AM is not difficult at all. Starting dating is not difficult, just a bit of nervousness. The next part, that is when it becomes difficult. Really difficult. When the ghosting starts. When they are too gross. When they cannot flirt with my brain. When they are not what they had described themselves to be. When I feel lonely, when I feel ashamed, when I feel not wanted, not attractive.

That is what happened to me

My husband figured out that something was not right with me and us. So he asked me when we were as we drove to get the kids after one of their mini-camps.
We were sitting in the car on our own for three hours. Plenty of time to talk.
He asked, and asked, and asked. I told hm about how I felt, what I had done and tried and that this was all for him. How I tried to become his Hotwife, taking my first steps on my own. And how it had made me feel the opposite of what I had hoped and aimed for. I showed him the picture. Being totally honest and open with my request that I now felt safe enough to tell him. That I wanted to feel like the woman in the picture. I want a man to have that power over me. Not any man. But him. And how I wanted him to control me. Telling me who to fuck – like I was his Hotwife.

I was so scared when I said these words in the car. I felt vulnerable, transparent and in stress. Would he leave me know or when we got home? That question went through my head and body at least a thousand times per second.
Guess what, he didn’t.
He took me by surprise. He was actually happy that I had tried this on my own.
He was grateful that I opened up to him like this. At that moment I knew things between us could only get better.

The trip to Europe

About a year later, a work trip brings us to Europe. As we arrived in Amsterdam I get a message on kik. Strange….no one of my friend use kik. I had no idea who it was from. And when I opened it I was stressed. And nervous. And excited. I showed the message to my husband. He smiled.

It appeared that my profile on AM still existed. In the European version. And it also contained a kik-profile to me. As we arrived here in Amsterdam we showed up in a new range of people whom hadn’t seen me before. The message? It was from a man. Looking for a lady for his wife. And I had naughtily written Bi-curious on my profile so he found me that way. Nervous, stressed and yes, excited too.

We started chatting on our way to the hotel. We exchanged a few pictures and he was super thrilled to find our that we were actually a couple. He wanted to create a night with sex and pleasures soon as a surprise for his wife if we were up for it. We started to feel like we really wanted to do this both of us. Whatever it turned out to be. We had never really discussed something like this, but when opportunity comes right at you, we couldn’t duck anymore. We said YES, PLEASE!

The work trip started on the Wednesday, we had Thursday to attend work meetings. Then we did a bit of tourist walks and just smiled at each other every time we got the chance. Feeling tremendously naughty. Need I say we had tremendous sex all of Thursday night and Friday morning?

Getting closer

Come Friday lunch. We had arranged for a discreet and secret meeting with the man, Jaan, and his wife, Anette. She was not to know that we had spoken previously. So we kept it a secret. The husband had made reservations at a restaurant – and he managed to make it look like it was a mistake by the staff that we had to share a table, the four of us. And she believed him. We smiled and opened up as the American tourists so she had absolutely no idea who we were. She sat next to me in the sofa and our men in front of each wife. All smiles and exchanging stories of our trip so far, what we liked about Amsterdam and so on. Could they perhaps recommend anything extra, off the tourist path?

The wife had no clue. She was just being very happy, friendly and loving towards her husband and us – as strangers she would never meet again. Or so she thought. My husband and I were turned on by the situation. And by the woman. She had curves, both ass and boobs. Her smile always reached her eyes and we really like that.
Lunch went on and we came to an end. We decided to say good bye and we hugged. I let my hand gently fall along her back as I hugged her close. Letting it linger on her lower back a while. My husband nestled himself in to a hug just as we let go, so for a split second the three of us were hugging. As we hugged Jaan he whispered in our ears that he was very pleased and would send further instructions very soon.

Leaving the restaurant we giggled and kissed. Hungrily for each other. Walking a few steps towards our hotel, then stopping for closeness and snogging. We didn’t care what other people thought when they saw us. We were horny, and wanted each other badly. In the elevator at the hotel I kneeled down and unzipped his trousers and took my husbands big cock head in my mouth. I was soaking wet all through my panties. As I left the elevator my husband stopped me against the wall and put his hand up under my skirt and pulled my panties down. Put them in his pocket and pulled me along the corridor to our hotel room.

I felt the feeling I had been longing to feel for so long.
I felt wanted, I felt treasured, I felt hot and so damn horny!

To be continued….

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No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

early weekend morning fantasies

An arm reaching out for me. Hands on my body. Whispers in my ear. Whisperings of a fantasy of inviting the third person to bed with us. This time the man. A chosen man. The whispering continues as the hands touch all corners and curves of my body. We make out. A lot. I love it. Tongues deep into each other. Suddenly you are on your knees showing your big erection asking me to suck you.

Of course, I love sucking you’re cock. At the same time you keep telling me the fantasy. Inviting the chosen man into this sex right now. I can feel him too. If I close my eyes we are all there. The three of us. Making out. Sucking cocks. Licking pussy. Pinching nipples.

Touching and teasing.

Asking for penetration the fantasy continues. Not of just one cock, but of two. Sucking one, fucking one. Taking turns. And then suddenly all relaxed and open and you my darling spread my legs. Wide open. Both of you enter me. Slowly and teasingly at first, letting me feel all sensations like in slow-motion. Then I increase my rhythm to meet you both. I am in your arms. And in the chosen man’s arms.

I feel safe. I feel treasured. I am pleasure!

After my energetic full body orgasms – I open my eyes and kiss you. I thank you for inviting mr chosen to this morning. It feels really good to start doing a threesome like this where you are in charge whispering and taking commands of positions. And this weekend it actually feels like we have had a threesome every morning.

So this fantasy….it soon needs to be taken into reality. It is a wish of mine now.

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Stella´s story of the threesome


The e-mail below I found hidden away in my spam folder. An old message from Stella to me. I now know that Stella and Stuart have been in that house a few times more. Where more daring fantasies have taken place. 

I hope you will enjoy this story of Stella´s as much as me. 
/Thelma


”Bye girls, see you next week!”  I shouted as I left the weekly dance class heading for the door. I had just read the message from Stuart saying he was picking me up in the car and was waiting eagerly outside the entrance. His message ended – ”I hope you haven’t changed from your dance attires, let me help you undress…”

I took the stairs with half the amount of steps needed in the highest heels I could dance in, and pulled my coat around my body as I walked passed the young boy in the reception. He did not need to know that I was only half-dressed.

Outside it was still a bit chilly and icy on the ground.  I carefully looked down to see where to place my feet so I wouldn´t slip on my way to the car. I met Stuarts eyes through the glass of the passenger seat´s door before I opened it and jumped in. He pulled me close and kissed me.

”Thanks for picking me up.” I said and buckled up. As my left hand put the seatbelt into the slot, my hand was caressed by someone else. Someone sitting in the seat right behind me. Mr X. He kept his fingers on my hand and then all along my sleeve up to my neck and hair. Pulled his fingers through my hair and gently placed a kiss on my neck. And another one.

Stuart drove us out of town. I understood where he was taking me. Us. All three of us. And I had no idea this was going to happen today. I had been saying it was time for us to meet an extra man, but like this – I was not prepared, and yet I was as prepared as I could be. In less then 10 minutes we parked on the drive way and walked up to the house. Not our house. Just a house that we had the opportunity to use for dates like these. And the owners had left it in our hands just because they wanted us to explore more.

Holding on to one man in each hand I stepped out of the car, let my coat open itself up as the wind touched my body and we walked to the house. Stuart unlocked and I was kissed by mr X as we waited. My coat was thrown off right inside the door. Stuart took my hand and pulled me towards him. His hands all over me and he kissed me deep. At the same time fingers running up and down the seams on my stockings. A well as all along the edge of my sassy dance shorts. Around each thigh. Slow and teasing. Just the way I like it.

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I smiled at Stuart and managed to ask him if he had given mr X any instructions for the afternoon.

”Did I mention slow and teasing to our guest, you mean?” 
Stuart laughed and kissed me again. Then he took us both by the hands and walked us to the bedroom downstairs. It was still not dark outside, but no close neighbours so we let the big windows be open to let the last of the daylight in to the bed. Where I by now had been placed by mr X. He was walking around the bed watching me. Taking in every bit of me. Me, dressed like this. Like half naked. And then something else underneath, that he might still be unaware of. Maybe Stuart hadn’t mentioned the whole fantasy?

Meanwhile Stuart put on a vary familiar song. One of our recent favourites.
”Disco tits” by Tove Lo. 
I stood up and started to move to the song. Mr X and Stuart sat down on the bench at the foot of the bed. Their eyes encouraging me to keep doing what I did, so my body took me through all the moves of the song that I had practised just a little while ago at the dance class. And soon most of my clothes had come off. But not all. I put my right stiletto heel between Stuarts thighs and he assisted in taking it off. The left one met the same procedure between the thighs of mr X. The two men knelt on the floor and offered me the bench. As I sat down they removed my garters and rolled down my stockings as they simultaneously placed kisses from my thighs down to my toes. I leaned back onto the bed in pleasure.

The teasing in slow-motion as they took turns kissing me and undressing the last items were not far from unbearable and maddening. My pussy had a hard on and they still hadn’t touched her. I was in yearning. But no. Still not getting what I wanted. First they had other plans. My part was to play along with them, they assured me that if I just waited and enjoyed the teasing and the slowness my pleasure would be my treasure.

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A good two hours later we got dressed and stopped to kiss and hug all together and two and two. And all together again. Stuart took us by our hands and led us to the corner or the room, hugged us tighter and pointed at the small camera overlooking the room.

”Chris and Charlie – I hope you are pleased with our afternoon show. Thanks again for letting us use your house today. We will come back.”

Mr X started laughing and I giggled as I blushed. We had no idea the owners of the house were watching us. It gave the afternoon session an extra lift. And a few more fantasies starting playing in my naughty mind.

/hugs from me,
Stella


No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

Mischievous Lilly

I saw her in the corner of my eye. Her curly hair in a loose knot, with some unruly curls surrounding her pretty face. Lips in bright red lipstick and that smile that can make anyone melt. She was on her way to the dance floor, hand in hand with a woman almost as tall as Lilly herself. They smiled and held hands on the dance floor and I could see that they really enjoyed dancing together. On a bar stool close to the dance floor I saw Lilly´s husband. Mr Tall. I saw his smile and how he was flirting with his love, Lilly. I saw him treasure this moment and a thought came to my mind. A naughty thought.

I sent a new message to my husband asking him to join me shortly at the bar. An emoji was the reply that came back. Plus a note saying: ”Yes, mrs Pleasure!”

I went out to to the dance floor and let my body move to the rhythms. Quite soon a smile was on my lips too and my eyes searched for mr Tall´s gaze. As soon as I found his eyes checking out my curves I slowly walked to him in the bar. He had no clue who I was. I took a few dance steps right in front of him and leaned over the bar and ordered a drink. I could feel his eyes lingering on my body.  Shortly after I felt a hand on my ass. Someone stroke me along my back up to my curls. As I turned around with a smile I met Mr Tall´s eyes first, and then my husband’s eyes.

I kissed my husband and then introduced me and mr S to Mr Tall. The two men started talking so I took off for the dance floor again. Moving myself closer and closer to Lilly and her mysterious woman. Their moves on the floor brought more happy eyes and smiles than just mine and the two men I just left at the bar. Lilly was teasing the woman with all her body parts, and kissed her right there. In the middle of the dance floor. She looked up, saw me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug and kisses on the cheeks. She then leaned over to the woman and whispered in her ear.

The other quite tall woman smiled at me and said hello as she took my hand and kissed it. Still dancing. Not letting the rhythms out of her body. I let myself be pulled in between them. Lilly dancing just behind me and the other woman in front of me. And it was a very erotic experience. Sometimes we were all moving as one, and sometimes we met each others eyes. Kisses were extended and long strokes of gentle fingers up and down our backs, along our hips and carefully from the hips and upwards passing the outside of the breasts, just having a feeling of how they would feel like to touch naked.
Her name was Eva. Or so she said.

The three of us reluctantly left the dance floor to get some drinks. And to meet up with the men still sitting in the bar watching our erotic show. Mr Tall kissed Lilly, who kissed Eva, while I kissed mr S and looked at the four very handsome and horny persons in front of me. Mr S, Mr Tall, Lilly and Eva.
I leaned forward and asked them all if they would like to go somewhere not so crowded.
Mr S knew immediately and took up the key to our suite at the hotel close by and dangled it in from of us all. Eva was first to say yes. Then Lilly and mr Tall nodded.

As we walked the short distance to our hotel room I whispered to mr S:
”- I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams that we would meet someone we knew while on this weekend trip to Prague. That the drink we would have in a bar would end up dancing, drinking and getting horny and turned on by two other women. Not in my wildest dreams even”, I said.
He laughed and answered:
” – And the night is still young, and this is our first night here, with two more to go. I love you, let’s get you all wild and crazy!”

Pretty soon we were all naked in our room. We were all kissing again, touching each other. Moaning and giggling. Laughing and teasing. Every one on every one. Until I asked if I could initiate an evening where we all took turns in pleasing one at a time. All four on  one person at a time. Mr S took our blindfold and carefully put it on Eva first.

We spent at least 30 minutes of undivided attention to all participants. By undivided I mean that the rest of us only used all our energies towards the person with the blindfold. No fingering, touching, kissing or anything on anyone else during the undivided attention. And I was last to get the attention. We had now been playing for more than 2 hours and my body was all vibrating as usual. It was so filled with energies that mr S ordered me to lay on top of him and that the rest would let my kundalini loose by stroking from my ass up to my curls along my back. The orgasm that started then and there kept going for the rest of the night. I was in bliss. Hands all over me. Fingers and tongues teasing me. Hands being a bit rougher at times and then softer. Back and forth. As if the orgasms and the touches were synchronised like waves reaching the shore and pulling back.

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If the night was over after that? No, that’s just when the fucking started.
Two well equipped men with great stamina and lust, and three hot and horny women not getting enough of each other. Licking, sucking, fingering, penetrating, doubling, moaning, giggling and then sleeping.

Mr S woke up happy.  He saw all our clothes all over the floor and arm chairs, he also saw me smiling in my dreams beside him. On the other side of the room in the comfy sofa bed he could spot three heads. He took out the blindfolds again. Three of them. Put them carefully on the three sleeping women. Gently woke up mr Tall and told him about the plan (the original plan that was about to unfold) as he went to the door to let the new guests arrive.

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No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

How hard can it be? To have a hard on…

Stella and Stuart met for lunch before they had a session with Thelma. Yes, they had postponed the session for a few weeks and they were eager to get their heads around the learning that was luring from them since their last sex date at the hotel.

The sex date with an extra man. A tall man. An athletic man. With a decent cock head and cock size. Or that was at least what had been communicated through pictures and chatting before the undressed date.

Stuart ordered lunch for them both, and Stella took a table in the far end of the café near the square. The room was not crowded, but Stella wanted to talk about explicit details with Stuart so she wanted some privacy. For that reason the far end was perfect. She sat down in the sofa in her short skirt and the new stockings that was a Christmas gift from Stuart. She smiled as she remembered the holidays around Christmas and New Years. Plenty of horniness and plenty of oral sex. Teasing each other during the days and eating each other during the nights. Hungrily.

Stuart sat down in the sofa too and smiled at Stella. He put a curl of her hair behind her ear, a gesture he made at least once a day. And then he rested his hand on her thigh, just by the skirt. He even slid a few fingers up under the skirt, only his thumb and index finger were visible.

”- Alright, I´ll start”, said Stella. ”We need to talk about all our sex dates where other men have been involved. Both the ones where we have had an extra man with the two of us, and also when we have met couples. I believe we have things to learn from all of them. And it is painful to talk about this for me, because it makes me feel so rejected. Not by you, but by the other men. They are all so chatty and proud of their cock-sizes and confident that they are excellent lovers. Or at least that is the picture they are trying to persuade us to believe. And when we get to the moment of sex and you get all excited about having two women in the room when we are with a couple, it seems as if the other man has a really hard time. A hard time getting a hard on and a turn on. Am I really not hot at all? My last question is a new one. It just dawned on me that they have all written in their profiles or while chatting that they are so good giving oral sex. Is that a way to get around not getting a hard on? I am not ok with that. I want to be a pillow princess with access to hard cocks. ”

Stella blinked as tears filled her eyes. She was not planning on crying here. She wasn’t even sad. Just angry. With the other men. With Stuart and with herself.

A waitress came along with their lunches and they ate a while in silence. Stuart was trying to find the right words, but then he just gave in and spoke the ones that came to him.

” – I believe they are scared of your confidence. That you seem to know what you want. That you have high standards and that they are afraid they might not even make it near them. We must learn more from this. I know now that I will never again make a move to penetrate another woman until the other man has proven to me and you that he is hard and willing to fuck you, if you want him of course. I will not leave you alone like that when we meet other couples or more people.” 

Stuart looked towards the door as a group of men entered and sat down not too far away from their table. They were a mixed group, maybe colleagues or other friendship between them, he pondered. Some in their late thirties, and at least one of them closer to 60. All fit and well built. And all of them laughing. He felt happier taking in their laughter and continued talking to Stella.

”- And this last event with the extra man, I don’t know why we were even trying so long for. I kept telling you to go for his cock and suck him so that he would get a hard on, so you would experience two big cocks. A wish that we both have. I want to see you in that pleasure. I feel both awful and helpless for not yet having fulfilled that wish for you. We have tried with a few, extra, single men and non of them has arisen to the moment. And by God you have been tremendously hot on all occasions. They have all praised you for your delicious curves, and looks, and for your beautiful body. Yet not being able to produce any kind of erect and hard cocks. I believe that we need to make an earlier move. Like if the extra men cannot get a hard on when they are near you, then you shouldn’t even have to get naked, we should thank them and dismiss them earlier. That is what I believe and the strategy we need to establish.”

Stuarts hand had slid all the way up under the skirt while he was talking. It had gone up and down the thigh, stroking the inside and the front. It had also hitched the skirt higher and higher up. Leaving the crotchless stockings in full view from the table of men near by.

Stella had hardly been listening as she had seen what had happened. She heard Stuarts words, but she didn’t listen. Yet she heard it all. At the same time she held eye contact with 6 men around the near by table. Meeting their eyes one at a time. And they did not look away. They met her gaze, looked at her body, and saw everything that happened under the table as Stuart was stroking her thigh. She was wearing both crotchless stockings as well as crotchless panties. Both a gift from Stuart of course. And their routine after a session at Thelmas the first Friday every month was to stay at a specific hotel bar on the way home, having sex in the bathroom, so this outfit was for him. Now though, the outfit was for these men too.

Stella moved her left thigh closer to Stuart and he responded by letting his fingers slide down to her swollen lips. He carefully tugged and pulled the lips and spread them apart. Making sure he took his time before he let one of his finger inside her. Stella kept eye contact with all the men. And smiled. They all smiled back and nodded approval towards them both. Stuart slid his finger out from the pussy and up over the clitoris head, kissed Stella and walked over to the table near by. Left his business card with the oldest member of the team of men, then nodded to Stella. It was time to go to Thelma for their session.

On the back of the card was a handwritten note. An address for a hotel. And a time.
The team of men had precisely 3 hours before the invitation commenced.


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An extra man

”We are sexting with a man. A man with an open mind. A man who think we are a very hot couple. I keep an open mind too. He asks us for inspiration before our upcoming sex date. I send him some of the pictures below. He had to take the rest of the day off work. Couldn’t focus ;-). I wonder what would have happened had I dared to send a few more pictures. Pictures of the men also enjoying each others bodies?

See you next month Thelma, 
all the best,
Stuart”


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To be a queen or not to be a queen

Stella and Stuart arrived a few minutes early to their session. I had left the door open to them and gone to the kitchen. I saw them come in through the door, he took her coat and put it on a hanger for her. She took his face in her hands and kissed him gently as a thank you. As they walked to the sofa they held hands. They hadn’t noticed me. And yet they were all quiet and still together. A calmness around them that was new to me. It intrigued me and made me hurry up with the glasses and a jug of cold water. 

As we said our hello and hugged for a moment I could also sense the calmness. Which made me jump right into the conversation. 

”- So who wants to start telling me what is happening in your lives at the moment? I can both see and feel a new sensation of calmness around you. Tell me what decisions you have made these past days or weeks.” I leaned back into my chair as Stella started to speak.

”- Oh, nothing of importance really, I´d say.” Stella was a bit hesitant. Last time we hade a session, it was only her and me present. Not Stuart. She bit her lip and fiddled with her wedding ring. 
Stuart broke the short silence instead.
”- Oh, come on, Stella. A lot has happened.  I believe that these past 4 weeks have been a huge learning phase for us. For each of us as individuals, and for us and we, as a team. We have had a few experiences that we should tell you about I guess”, he added. ”First we decided upon going to a sex party here in the city. It was organized by a few people whom we have met briefly at a club once and they were keen to have us as guests at this masquerade with +80 guests. Then we also decided to ask our friend Jessica, our unicorn, to come along. Everyone was keen to do so.  As we got nearer to the actual party date, Jessica asked for a lunch date on her own with Stella. So that they could talk about costumes etc. What really happened was that Jessica was nervous that things hadn´t ended well last time, so she wanted to see if everything was ok between her and Stella. Which I thought was perfect because Stella has had an issue with Jessica since last time. At the lunch date it turned out that they very briefly touched that subject. And then spent time sharing photos and ideas for the costumes that Stella was going to make.” Stuart moved closer to Stella and took a pause. 

”-When I was sitting there in the restaurant I had no feelings at all inside me. Not a single thing to give me any information from within. It was not like I was numb to feelings. They were not just there at all. A signal I read as a ”go ahead”-signal. ”Let’s go ahead with the costumes and the other preparations for the party.” So I did. I had a week of joy and felt really happy to make all three costumes. I sent pictures of the progress. I was really in a good mood. Maybe because Jessica had an idea that I would dress like the queen and she and Stuart as my slaves. So we did. Other guests admired us and I felt safe and secure as the queen. I left Jessica alone with Stuart upon arrival as I had to go to the ladies room. I felt nothing but brave and happy seeing them hug. Seeing Stuart holding on to Jessica as she appeared to be a bit shy. It was more an act of kindness and generosity from me to her.” She stopped and looked at Stuart. 

He continued. 
”- I could see the love in your eyes towards us both.It made me happy, just as the week had. It made me feel like I was your king, not your slave.When you returned to us and we found the little sofa it felt so nice to have you in the middle of us, your slaves on each side. You were the most beautiful woman in the room. I felt like we were all three of us really magnificent together. As we started touching each other and kissing each other, things started to heat up.Jessica was first to start moaning. Then I remember you asked me if I wanted to sit in the middle. I don’t know why I didn’t jump at your question and made it happen. ”

”- Shortly after I asked you that question, Jessica leaned over and looked at your erection. Telling me that someone needs to sit on it. My response was ”No, not yet.”, but Jessica would not listen. She kept asking me a few more times, then she started to move towards you. She asked you to get a condom and off you went. She sat down on your place in the sofa and asked me again if she could ride you and why I couldn’t let her be penetrated by you. She would just like to sit on your cock she said. She was nowhere near listening to me. The only thing she sensed was that I was not ok with it at the moment. And she barely promised that she would ride you for a short while. So when you came back with the condom already on, I held on to you and told you too that this was only going to happen for a very short while. Before you had a chance to respond I was kissing you, holding you tight and she mounted the cock. 
At that moment everything went dead. Inside me. Nothing felt erotic or sexy or a tiny bit exciting. Just a big, fucking nothingness inside me. Not even a sting of jealousy.
Then an anger appeared – I had used my voice. I had said NO. Yet here we were. And I didn’t like it. You felt it and I have no clue if Jessica did. She rode you shortly, and then left to meet up with the guy next to us. A new friend of ours. Thank god he was there to take care of her horniness the rest of the evening. The three of us got together two more times during the party. And the first time I spoke and told Jessica of my fears. But I didn’t tell her of my anger of her not accepting my NO, nor did I tell her about my experience of the nothingness. 

Looking back at the party and all preparations before and everything. I am really happy we went, I wouldn’t have wanted to miss all of this. My only regret is that I was not listened to. And that situation needs to be talked about before we can even plan a new undressed date. I am not ok with meeting her if she cannot listen and accept others. Everybody else at the party know that it is the slowest person you need to wait upon. You cannot rush sex. Yet she did. And the saddest thing might be that she is totally unaware of this. Not at all intelligent in relations between persons.” Stella looks at me and asks:
”- Jessica is constantly showing up in my thoughts, and I have not invited her to come. I do not want her there cause she takes so much energy from me. Energy I want to use for me and us, the we, me and Stuart. I am trying to ”park” her somewhere around the corner in my mind so that she will not pop up. But it is so hard. Please Thelma, help me with some good advice on this.”

Stuart is hugging Stella close as she leans back into his arms. He is strong and at the same time perplexed. I can see that he believes that the best he can do is hug Stella and make her feel safe that way. He seems like he hasn’t got a clue what to say and when. I decide that my advice will include them both.

The advice for Stella is to write about everything that has happened. Also to keep writing whenever Jessica comes visiting her thoughts. Write it down as a way to ”park” her out of her system.
The advice for Stuart is twofold –
1. to let Stella know that he can see and hear that she is in a difficult situation that is tough for her while still using the hugs as a way to calm Stella´s nervous system.
2. to give Stella new experiences and memories that themselves take place in her system and thereby eases the grip of the amount of thoughts of Jessica that can show up. 

My last advice is to them both. 
Plan a meeting or a dinner with Jessica within three months. Not sooner than 2 months nor later than 3 months. Create a distance to the event, yet not too far away. 

I bid them goodbye and leave for the kitchen. Again leaving them on their own a while before leaving my session. I believe that the calmness they came with can return to them while I leave them. Seeing them through the doorway a few minutes later, I can sense their calmness returning. Slowly.

 

 


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the blow job dream

Waking up from last nights dream, a dream of finding mr S in a bar, sitting on a bar stool. All dressed up and smiling at me at he catches my eye. Mr S sitting in the bar together with a bunch of other men. All of them sitting on bar stools, leaning back onto the bar and smiling. All of them.

As a walk closer and turn the corner of the bar I see why they are smiling. Kneeling before them each is a woman giving them oral pleasure. Blow jobs.

The women are dressed in short sexy skirts and from what I can see they are working hard at the cocks. Moaning from the men and mr S as he reaches for my hand to pull me closer. I giggle and laugh at the unexpected scene.

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I kiss him and grip his hard cock around the shaft. The woman at his cock looks up at me and we smile at each other. I bend over and join her in the sucking of mr S´s big cock. I feel hands on my ass, and someone helps mr S pulling my panties down from under my skirt.

The man sitting next to us gently touches the inside of my thighs as mr S pulls me up to kiss me. I climb up onto mr S´s hard on and starts riding him there in the bar. In front of all the other men and women giving or receiving blow jobs.

I ride him slow and fast, then slow again. The speed gets faster and faster as my moaning increases and soon I am in orgasm heaven. Again. Mr S reaches climax when I reach my third orgasm and we kiss and laugh together.

Cheers, rounds of applause and smiles all over as we make our way out of the bar.


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a year of magical fucks

Last year, almost exactly on this day, mr S created an account for us on an adult site. BC or Body contact or the Boat club as some users refer it too. Most of the accounts are based in Sweden. And some additional from neighboring countries.

The last year we have also started having our daily magical fucks. Yes daily. The last 379 days we have had at least one magical fuck a day.
We are not including 4 days when we’ve been apart from each other. 
At least one magical fuck a day – yes that is how it has been. Some days we have had a lot more sex than one fuck. And other days have had ”just” one.

Sex for us is always some penetration of one of us and at least one of us has an orgasm. Mostly me, Thelma. And I do not mind them at all. The fucks and the orgasms.

As I write this I want to thank all the contacts we have met from BC. Every meeting has been special. Both the meeting as well as the process before and after. Thank you all for being who you are!

At the moment I also want to share that we have a lot going on….trying on costumes for an upcoming sex-event with approx 60 participants, chatting with a few single, bisexual men. And Thelma is having a lunch date with one of the unicorns on her own later this week.

Do you want to be like Thelma and mr S?
Then all you have to be is more of yourself!

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