(table)sex tennis – multiple players

Imagine this…

6 women
12 men
Each of the women is a part of a couple, and the couples each bring their favourite, sexiest extra man to the event.
Double men vs women.

Picture this…

No table tennis table, instead a big, round, soft mattress – a round bed.
6 women naked on the bed with blindfolds.
Standing on all four with bare pussies to the edge of the bed.
The women have bodily contact and support by the ”sister” next to them.
A sisterhood circle. A bond. A trust.

12 men naked.
Approaching the women.
Standing in a circle.
Taking turns.
Touching her. Legs. Torso. Breast. Pussy. Fingering. Licking. Sucking.
The ones who wait hold their hands on the women´s lower back to raise the kundalini energy.

Imagine this….

The women form a new position.
Gently moved by two men each to a long, open sofa.
The new position is still on all fours. Still with blindfolds.
But every other woman has her head towards the room, and every other her ass towards the room.
Still having physical contact.
Still a sisterhood of trust and bonding.
Wet pussies glistening in the candle lit room.

The men approaching with their erect cocks.
A condom on the cocks approaching the pussies.
A bare cock approaching the mouths.
Each woman to be penetrated in pussy as she is sucking a cock.
1 minute. Then move to the right. Next woman to fuck or to be sucked by.

For starters…

Men wearing blindfolds.
Women undressing them and creating a sisterhood circle as they undress each woman at a time. One sister at a time.
Kissing all the women together. 2 men kissing one woman in a threesome kiss. Then move on to then next. And the next. And the next.
The men put the blindfolds on each woman.

For dessert…

The participants divide into 3 groups.
Each couple get back together and bring their extra man.
They team up with another threesome to form groups of 6 persons.
The two women in each group will get the gift of having 5 pair of hands on her body for 10 minutes.
Caressing, Cherishing, Appreciating, Teasing hands and other Worshipping body parts. Kissing, Licking, Sucking.

Let the game begin…

Three women

Constantly following us. Our every step. Of the way. Three women. Or at least their names.

Consider this.
You find a beautiful, authentic unicorn via your fav-dating site. She is up for a three-some with you and your husband. And most interested in trying to have sex with a woman. Although she does enjoy your husband too. You all agree to meet, get undressed and have a great time in bed. And for all of the involved this is your first encounter with either the same sex, and or a three-some. Her name? Charlotte.

Next consider this.
Yes, the first encounter with a unicorn gave you a sweet tooth and you want to try it again. Back to your fav-dating site and kaboom. There she appears. And in no time at all, you have met for a date and have booked yet another threesome. This time the invited unicorn do have some previous experience, although be it many moons ago. The date goes so, so. Ok at the time, but not all the time. And afterwards a downhill slope for you (ie the wife in the couple). You still meet not once but twice again. Once for lunch and talk among women. And once to go to a sexparty together. Where a NO is trespassed and we never meet again. Her name? Isabel.

Then this. I mean consider this too.
Time passes and you both start to look again. Maybe it will be better with anther woman? This time she comes to you. Via another date with her fuck-buddy, where we pick her phone number and organise a date of our own. Fingers crossed everything will be better. A lot of explaining of what is ok and not ok. And taking it slowly at the sex-date. All three taking it slowly. And yes, we are still all three rookies at both threesomes, and sex with same sex. We say something about maybe seeing each other again. But no, that will probably not happen with this unicorn either. Her name? Kathryn.

Ok. You have now considered the short description of each woman. Each unicorn. And you have seen that among the three, we are not to keen to meet the last two. The first one however is still on our wish-list…or at least was. Anyhow…

Yes, anyhow.
What are the odds that these names will meet us again wherever we go into new sexploration or any situations?
Because that is what has happened.
1. Visits to other sex parties. Boom, there is a Kathryn, an Isabel and a Charlotte present.
2. Among my relatives, more precisely my sisters-in-law (yes they were there before). Boom, of course three of them are called these names.
3. Visits to a friends little get together. Boom of course three of their friends are called these names too.

So, it seems like we have to remember all three of these women very clearly and over and over again until the universe understands that we are moving on.

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….continues

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!

The instructions

The sex we had was in no way near enough for us, it just made us more and more horny. Lusting and longing for more eroticism. More naughtiness. We lay on our bed. Naked. Me on my tummy, resting between my husbands legs. My chin and mouth very near his hard on. A signal from my phone and he read it as I stayed put between his legs.

As he read the instructions I felt even more horny and went back to cherishing his beautiful cock. I heard him read out loud, but couldn’t really hear what he said. A few strings of words were all that came through.
An address, instructions of a word to mention to the hostess, that the apartment was ours for three (3) hours, that he, Jaan, would be staying in the library at the apartment. With the other men.

What? Other men? Apartment? What was this place? But not much more information in the instructions. Straight into the shower for us both. Then into the erotic attire that we had treasured ourselves with in some of Amsterdam´s finest erotic boutiques. On the outside? My husband in his black tight jeans and black shirt. Me in a dark blue short dress and probably the highest blue heels I had ever worn. Off into the night in a taxi toward the apartment with 20 mins to go before she would arrive.

The apartment and Anette

The hostess met us on the street outside just as our taxi pulled up along the canal. The house was an ordinary Amsterdam type of house. In the middle of the city. Big windows in the front. And we could see the library on the second floor. We saw lots of men, all dressed in suits, walking around and as if they were mingling.
The hostess knew instantly who we were, as the word was produced, she immediately took us up along the stairs to the third floor. Anette was sitting in the sofa waiting. Still having no idea of her surprise.

A big smile on her face as she saw us and she rose to hug us and told us that she was waiting here for Jaan. That this was his gentleman club and this was the first time she’d been invited. Our hostess let us through another door into an apartment at the top floor of the building. A huge corridor, with at least 4 rooms to left and right and another one at the end of the corridor. Which appeared to be a kitchen as we saw a waitress exiting with a tray. Drinks for us. The hostess took us to the rooms to the left and explained that we had full access to these four rooms and that the rooms to the right were occupied and booked by another couple.

Anette blushed and asked us about Jaan. Had we seen him? And why were we at this club? I don’t know if I will ever know where my courage came from. In that moment, when she asked us, sipping her drink, standing in the first of the four rooms, all in soft, reddish, dark colours, I went very close to her and asked if I could kiss her. She nodded and looked up at me. I kissed her. Pulled her close, ran my fingers through her hair, the other hand along her back. Then felt my husband behind me, having his arms around us both.  I leaned back and kissed him. He leaned forward and kisses Anette. We somehow managed to kiss all three of us at the same time. So erotic.

My dress was off in room one, so was Anette´s, and husband´s shirt. In the next room we managed to tell Anette that we had a wish of a threesome. And that Jaan had set this surprise up for all of us. We hoped that she would stay and participate in all aspects that felt true, real and what she wanted to explore with us. Her reply came in kisses. back to kissing all three of us. Me in the middle. My husband behind me. Anette in front of me.

As we approached the third room dim lights went on and we saw Jaan sitting on a big bed. He was wearing a tuxedo and looked really smart. He smiled as he saw us and kissed his Anette long and lovingly before whispering that he would come back to watch. ”But for now – go on play – explore – dive into eroticism and pleasure, I have som business to do first. I´ll return before you know it. ”
And he was off. Anette who stood close to the bed, sat down and patted for me to sit down beside her. I kneeled before her and took her shoes of. Then urged her to lay further up on the bed. I went behind my husband. Fixed my eyes upon Anette and started to undress my man. My beautiful treasure whom I would share with her tonight. He has the most beautiful cock and a huge hard on, as was the case this evening too.

I kissed him and caressed his naked body. Went down on my knees to suck his cock. Told Anette to come join me in sharing this. I had a firm grip of his shaft and showed clearly how to share, we took turns, and we were both all over his body with our hands. And he was in pure pleasure. Holding his hands upon each of our heads. Making sure we wouldn’t stop sucking and teasing his cock with our tongues and mouths.

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To be continued….with more pleasure…just teasing you a bit for now 😉


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. 

 

överraskningen = en trekant med mig

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”Jag lutade mig mot bänken utanför det gröna huset. Snart var HON på väg nerför trapporna och ut till sin cykel. Hennes make hade skickat ett meddelande till henne och jag hade fått läsa det. Och det var såklart på engelska – deras sexspråk.

En hel del känslor och tankar yrde omkring i mig när jag väntade. Nyss hade jag mött mannen i paret lobbyn på det närliggande hotellet. Där hade JAG fått uppdraget att hämta HENNE och se till att hon följde med mig till honom och mig. För en kommande avklädd date. Med oss tre. Hon, han och jag. 

Hon log och kom emot mig. Gav mig en stor kram. Jag kände en nervositet, bestämde mig för att ta befälet över situationen och log tillbaka. Kramades tillbaka. Tog jag henne med mig och vi började gå mot hotellet. Troligen kunde hon ana vart vi skulle. Men hon sa inget. om det. Bara log och pratade på om några av sina kollegor. Om sina skor. Om sin cykel. Och log. 

Jag pekade in mot lobbyn där hennes man satt. Snyggingen i kostym. Kram och kyss mellan dem. En fråga från mannen om hon ville stanna i baren en stund. Ett tydligt skakande på huvudet och ett leende. Nej, vi åker direkt upp var hennes ord. En skakning kändes i mig också. Shit, det här går lite snabbt hann jag tänka när vi klev in i hissen. 

Rummet var fixat av mannen. Massageljus, musik, leksaker, oljor, mm, allt som kanske behövdes för en stund av njutning. Han och jag slog oss ner i soffan och lät henne vara i vårt blickfång. Hon gillade det. Klädde långsamt av sig till musiken. Plagg efter plagg föll. Ändå fanns flera kvar. Fnitter och skratt och leenden från oss alla.

Plötsligt står vi alla tre tillsammans vid soffan. Hon emellan oss. Skjortor och kavajer åker av oss män. Han är vältränad. Och snygg. Hon är sexig. Och vacker.
I mig känner jag att går det lite för snabbt. Jag hänger inte riktigt med.
Vi dansar och klär av oss de återstående plaggen. Hon går ner på knä på golvet och tittar upp på oss med varsin kuk i handen. Hans är stor. Min vill ännu inte riktigt leverera som jag vill. Hon suger ömsom honom och ömsom mig. Fram och tillbaka. Jag går in i njutningen. 

Vi befinner oss senare nära sängen. Jag vet inte riktigt vad vi har gjort hittills. Som om jag inte haft koll på vad som skett när. I vilken ordning, och det spelar inte heller någon roll. Han känns kåt, otålig och snabb. Slickar, smeker, fingerpullar henne, tränger in i henne. Han njuter av henne. Hon njuter av honom och av situationen. Jag njuter av att se dem. Ändå vågar jag inte riktigt ta för mig som jag brukar. Vad är jag så här nervös för?
Vad kan det vara som ”spökar” i mig?

Plötsligt kommer stunden. En av dem jag väntat på. Hon och jag är i jämnhöjd med våra huvuden och hans vackra kuk är där i samma höjd. Jag frågar om vi ska dela och får en tydlig nick och ett leende tillbaka av henne. Ett ok från snyggingen som står likväl.
Jag håller runt hans skaft och vi suger och slickar. Först jag, sen hon, sen vi båda. Lite kyssar emellan oss och mer sug. Han har ett välformat kukhuvud och stor och bred kuk. Hon lägger sig ner på rygg efter en stund och  jag får se när hon tar honom djupt ner i halsen och samtidigt når hon orgasmer.

Andra stunder under kvällen som kommer i mitt minne. Smekningar. Oralsex. Mannen som tar henne bakifrån när hon suger mig. Jag som tar henne bakifrån när hon suger mannen. Mannen som tränger in i hennes anus när hon rider mig. Alla hennes orgasmer. Min orgasm. Och alla dessa leenden.

Hångel och kyssar i mängder under kvällen mellan henne och mig. Mysigt, nära och härliga kyssar. Honom vågade jag inte närma mig för en kyss, men nog hade jag velat när jag såg dem hångla passionerat med närhet och hetta mellan dem.

Plötsligt dags för mig att gå kände jag. 
Ett snabbt avslut och tack och hej från mig till dem för att hinna hem till min partner för jag vill dela denna energi med henne också. Berätta för henne det hon vill veta. Knulla henne och känna att det är hon och jag igen. 

På vägen hem plingar mobilen till och det kommer en bild från dem. Heta och vackra. Jag känner tacksamheten flöda genom mig. Nervositeten har släppt. Kvar finns en dröjande känsla av otillräcklighet. En känsla av att inte kunna leverera exakt det hon ville ha. En större kuk. En kuk som inte vandrade mellan erektion och slakhet. En kuk som hjälpte till att fylla henne. 

Och idag ett par dagar efteråt är jag fortfarande i tacksamhet. En tacksamhet och glädje av att ha fått ge denna överraskning. Tillika att ha fått vara en överraskning.
Och så får jag denna länk av min partner. Kanske ska jag börja träna mer….”

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@iamtheman – det var länge sedan som vi hördes av och jag blev förvånad över att få texten ovan. I vår chatt har jag hunnit fråga honom om det är maratonkvinnan som han fortfarande är tillsammans med. Som han kallar sin partner. Jo, det är det.

Och jag har hunnit berätta att jag är glad att han är tillbaka i samtal med mig. Och förstås en glädje i att han fortfarande är nyfiken och utforskande i sig och sin relation med sin partner och med andra.

Största leendet? Det fick jag när jag fick höra om lyckan hos kvinnan som fick överraskningen. En sådan överraskning kan jag själv tänka mig att få uppleva.


Ingen person, relation eller annat kom till skada då denna berättelse delades.
Vare sig före, under eller efteråt. Om det är fantasi, verklighet eller annat är irrelevant.
Vad texten gör för dig och din relation är det viktiga. 

 

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. 

Searching for those who listens

As we walked back to our car from the concert we were both fully in awe. In awe of the interplay between the musicians. How one of them fully and totally just immersed with the music and how the other paid full attention, really listened and gave all her music as a gift back to the other woman. Her sincere smiles ensured us both that this was pure pleasure for her too. Listening, giving and interplaying with notes, frequencies and resonance.

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I broke the silence and said longingly:

”- I wish that we can meet a woman that can be present, enjoy interplay,  who listens, who enjoys being a part of something, not the centrepiece, who is the opposite of tone deaf. I would like that. I would like to fully emerge and to let go into bliss and pleasure, to be sure that I was being listened to, to be sure that what was needed to be given to me, was given to me.”

”- I don´t understand”, you said.

I took your hand, smiled at you and replied:

” – You don´t have to. You do not need to understand. I understand. That is enough. I know what we are looking for. 

– Oh, I change my mind, I wish this for all people we meet. Not just another woman. Any person who wishes to play with us. All of them. Like this. ”

We drove back home through the cold night and made love before sleeping. Drowsing into sleep you murmured into my ear:

”- It´s been more than 40 minutes since I told you that I love you. I still do. ”

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.


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. 

 

3 unicorns in one day

So, we were a bit sad yet happy that the last of our unicorn found their mr Love. Happy for their sake, sad for the team of us.

Things always turn around for the best though. Or very often we would say.

So less then 10 days after we’ve received the sad (yet happy) news, I am up and running 3 conversations in on day with 3 different unicorns.

We are lucky indeed.

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