Threesomes can work.
If you're like my boyfriend James and I, who routinely call out other people's names during sex, on purpose. I have him recall old girlfriends, and get him to fuck me exactly how he used to fuck them. All while riding his cock, I ask him if he misses making their pussies come over his cock (I only come from clitoral/anal stimulation), I tell him to show me how he used to do it. I ask him, "who are you fucking, baby?" And demand that he tell me; as apprehensive as he pretends to be about it, I make him call her name out as he comes. At least once a week he writes me a sexy text that he wants me to think of a stranger, or two, fucking me when I jerk off next. And I do.
We've had much better luck with tipsy straight or "bi-curious" girls, rather than bi or lesbian women, so to the local college bar we go. Both of us are attracted to women, which also is essential in the threesome; that one of you are bisexual. Also a must, is that the couple are either in love, and there is little danger of leaving each other for the third partner, or, are extremely casual and have little emotional attachment to each other at all. For example, James and I are in a committed relationship, but he has assured me, that the fact he gets off on my talking about other girls during sex, is purely for kinky and taboo reasons; and he wouldn't want to leave me for anyone in the world. And though I am strongly attracted to women, I have found that I have little desire to enter into a relationship with them. Also, I'm crazy about him. He's the sweetest, most honest, fun person I've ever met. We both are aroused by watching the other with a woman, and it provides us with a kinky experience that ignites our sex life long afterwards, but that's it.
James lets me take the lead at the bar, challenging a couple of girls to a game of pool. One has her hair in a pixie cut, and I have my eye on her. She's tiny and fairy like, with big eyes, and lovely skin. Marcie. I tell her I like her hair, and she agrees to a game.
Marcie is feisty, and competitive. Taking her as the playful type, I poke fun at her. With James and I taking the lead in the game, I tease, "I feel like I should throw it, or Marcie will be crawling into our bedroom to kill us in our sleep!"
She laughs, "maybe I will!" She initiates touching, by giving me a little shove each time I razz her. James buys us another round of drinks, and is quick to jump to Marcie's side, literally, with his arm around her.
"I bet this little firecracker could take you in a fight any day, babe!"
"What?! We'll see. I might challenge you to an arm wrestle later, Marce! Lemme see you flex!" Luckily, her friend wants to go after last call (not receiving enough attention, perhaps), but Marcie is still having fun. I suggest we get another drink elsewhere. After we walk by a couple bars that seem to be closing as well, I suggest we just go back to our place for a nightcap. Because, "Its right around the block."
She laughs, "maybe I will!" She initiates touching, by giving me a little shove each time I razz her. James buys us another round of drinks, and is quick to jump to Marcie's side, literally, with his arm around her.
"I bet this little firecracker could take you in a fight any day, babe!"
"What?! We'll see. I might challenge you to an arm wrestle later, Marce! Lemme see you flex!" Luckily, her friend wants to go after last call (not receiving enough attention, perhaps), but Marcie is still having fun. I suggest we get another drink elsewhere. After we walk by a couple bars that seem to be closing as well, I suggest we just go back to our place for a nightcap. Because, "Its right around the block."
James pours us another round, chooses some music, sets the lighting. It's very cozy. Marcia express relief to be out of her shoes, so I convince her into a foot rub, claiming that "I'm really good at it."
To which James replies, "That's not the only thing she's good at! Right baby?" We kiss in front of her. We give her a tour, leaving the bedroom for last. We sit on the bed, James stands. I tell her again that I like her hair. I tuck a wayward piece behind her ear, and let my hand drift to the back of her hairline, her neck. I give her a little massage.
"I'm good at this, too," I say into her ear. She closes her eyes.
"Mmm ... you are ..." I lean forward and nibble on her ear, her neck. She exposes more of it for me, encouraging me, tilting her chin the other way to reveal more. I unbutton her shirt, letting my lips and tongue follow where my fingers leave off. When it lays open, I kiss her on the mouth, while peeling it over her shoulders. James sits down, and kisses her, while I unbutton her bra and remove my own shirt, and pants. I touch her breasts, her shoulders, her back. Her skin is exquisite. Small, lovely breasts. I lick her nipples, and lay her back. Lay beside her and kiss her. James is watching, and undressing. It always works best for us both to focus on pleasing one person at a time, at least at first. Taking turns, two on one, making each other come. We are both unselfish lovers, and really enjoy this part. I grind on her hip, she turns towards me, and presses herself agaisnt me while we kiss. I get on top, undo the button on her jeans.
"So, how do u want to come tonight, Marcie?" I lean forward, licking what I've just exposed. She lifts her hips, and I pull off her pants. James takes his place beside her, plays with her nipples.
"I don't know," she stalls, probably a little overwhelmed. James kisses her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asks, sweetly, almost polite. She smiles broadly, "yes! Is that ok?" She turns to me.
I laugh, "yes!" I remove her underwear, lick her pussy for a while. I relish doing it, as it happens so rarely. James licks her nipples, massages her breasts while I do it. After she's good and wet, we trade places. I reach up, grabbing her breasts, come on top of her, kissing her. James moves below her, straightening her legs into the air, kissing and licking them, removing his boxers at the same time. I move beside her, and watch his cock find her. To this day, I find the act of watching someone have sex, right in front of you, so intensely arousing, it's almost shocking. She let's out a gutteral sound, that a mix of pleasure, relief, perhaps a little pain. She's small, and James has a big cock. He goes slowly, while I kiss her, soothing her, reaching down to rub her clit. Inside her, he lets his cock touch the front wall of her pussy, massaging her g-spot, back and forth, thrusting his cock slowly and carefully. She likes it; I almost have to hold her down, she's squirming so much. I touch her legs, encouraging her to spread them a little further. I lick her nipples, lick my fingers to keep her clit nice and wet. I look at James while I'm on her breasts, he looks at me with a big smile on his face. I want to laugh, but don't want to break her concentration. Almost as soon as I think it, she stops all movement, I look at James, telepathically telling him not to stop what he's doing. But he knows it, she's going to come. She arches her back and lets out a huge cry, then erupts in uncontrollable laughter.
I lay beside her, laughing, "you're crazy!" James removes himself, collapses on the bed with us, maybe a little too drunk to continue.
After the laughter subsides, Marcie says, "It's late. I better go. You guys good?"
"We're great," I reply. "We'll see you around."
To which James replies, "That's not the only thing she's good at! Right baby?" We kiss in front of her. We give her a tour, leaving the bedroom for last. We sit on the bed, James stands. I tell her again that I like her hair. I tuck a wayward piece behind her ear, and let my hand drift to the back of her hairline, her neck. I give her a little massage.
"I'm good at this, too," I say into her ear. She closes her eyes.
"Mmm ... you are ..." I lean forward and nibble on her ear, her neck. She exposes more of it for me, encouraging me, tilting her chin the other way to reveal more. I unbutton her shirt, letting my lips and tongue follow where my fingers leave off. When it lays open, I kiss her on the mouth, while peeling it over her shoulders. James sits down, and kisses her, while I unbutton her bra and remove my own shirt, and pants. I touch her breasts, her shoulders, her back. Her skin is exquisite. Small, lovely breasts. I lick her nipples, and lay her back. Lay beside her and kiss her. James is watching, and undressing. It always works best for us both to focus on pleasing one person at a time, at least at first. Taking turns, two on one, making each other come. We are both unselfish lovers, and really enjoy this part. I grind on her hip, she turns towards me, and presses herself agaisnt me while we kiss. I get on top, undo the button on her jeans.
"So, how do u want to come tonight, Marcie?" I lean forward, licking what I've just exposed. She lifts her hips, and I pull off her pants. James takes his place beside her, plays with her nipples.
"I don't know," she stalls, probably a little overwhelmed. James kisses her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asks, sweetly, almost polite. She smiles broadly, "yes! Is that ok?" She turns to me.
I laugh, "yes!" I remove her underwear, lick her pussy for a while. I relish doing it, as it happens so rarely. James licks her nipples, massages her breasts while I do it. After she's good and wet, we trade places. I reach up, grabbing her breasts, come on top of her, kissing her. James moves below her, straightening her legs into the air, kissing and licking them, removing his boxers at the same time. I move beside her, and watch his cock find her. To this day, I find the act of watching someone have sex, right in front of you, so intensely arousing, it's almost shocking. She let's out a gutteral sound, that a mix of pleasure, relief, perhaps a little pain. She's small, and James has a big cock. He goes slowly, while I kiss her, soothing her, reaching down to rub her clit. Inside her, he lets his cock touch the front wall of her pussy, massaging her g-spot, back and forth, thrusting his cock slowly and carefully. She likes it; I almost have to hold her down, she's squirming so much. I touch her legs, encouraging her to spread them a little further. I lick her nipples, lick my fingers to keep her clit nice and wet. I look at James while I'm on her breasts, he looks at me with a big smile on his face. I want to laugh, but don't want to break her concentration. Almost as soon as I think it, she stops all movement, I look at James, telepathically telling him not to stop what he's doing. But he knows it, she's going to come. She arches her back and lets out a huge cry, then erupts in uncontrollable laughter.
I lay beside her, laughing, "you're crazy!" James removes himself, collapses on the bed with us, maybe a little too drunk to continue.
After the laughter subsides, Marcie says, "It's late. I better go. You guys good?"
"We're great," I reply. "We'll see you around."
And it's just the two of us again. We take a cool shower together, and fall asleep in each other's arms. He holds me all night long, like he always does.
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