The other night one of my lovers asked me to meet him and his favorite female partner for drinks so she and I could decide if we’d like to play with him in a threesome. Since I enjoy group play I was happy to meet. This particular lover has the lofty goal of a threesome a months. I giggled at him when he first told me this 
and replied most men would be satisfied with “A” threesome!
But he seems confident he can achieve it as several of his lovers are actually open to doing it. Me, being one of them. Of course, I have an ulterior motive. I’ve been on the prowl to find a like-minded female willing to provide this lovely fantasy to MY lovers. So whenever one man suggests this I’m happy to meet his lovelies to see if I can steal them away from him. If I can find one, maybe two, fun women to play I might be able to host an orgy!
Anyway, so I went to his house and met his favorite. They’d been dating about a year. She’s 25 and he’s 35, she’s an Aries like I and he’s a Scorpio like Sex God. She’s more experienced sexually than I was at 25 but in the way of many partners. Yet despite that and the lack of baggage about sex being only a “love” thing and the fact she has a 3 year old son, she was an amazingly immature 25. But it wasn’t the type of immaturity associated with “arrested development” as much as the type of immaturity that seemed to come part and parcel with today’s “extended childhood” generation. Raised as an only child without a father mostly by her grandparents who gave out the confusing signals of grandparent doting-give-you-everything and parenting we’ve-also-gotta-discipline-you she has an exaggerated sense of “HEAR ME” complex. Constantly interrupting, ADHD in her energy level and an almost Turrettes need to say ALL and EVERY thought that comes into her head.
He, in an opposite spectrum, is an ambitious young man, but in a way that will never step on another to achieve his goals. Class is a very good description of him, but in an old school almost Southern way. His Alpha Male attitudes are subtle but you can see it in a certain dominance side that comes out sexually. And a certain close-mindedness about gender roles that bespeaks older values. Strong males can be fun, but you can’t really dom a dom so when he tries that with me I tend to turn the tables a bit. We have fun 🙂
After the initial introductions we went to dinner and ended up at a BJ’s where I watched a bit of the Clippers lose because Chris Paul’s out with an injury. (Agony to see my team struggle to play without the amazing captain that holds them together.) But the dinner was delicious and the conversation entertaining. I did find that I slipped into a quieter role, though. Don’t be too shocked! Before I was an outspoken, bold woman I was a very shy-don’t-see-me girl. And I can easily step out of “entertainer-mode” and drape that old self over me should the mood strike.
And her personality dominated the dinner. He kept saying she’s nervous but what I was seeing wasn’t shy at all. Maybe its those nervous types that talk and talk and talk when nervous. At one point I realized I think I had many moments at 25 when I did the exact same thing. Talked and talked and talked when I was super excited. Kind of an attempt to subtly scream KNOW ME! Silently whispering, “like me.”
When we finally got back to his apartment it was agreed I’d stay and play. I was pleasantly buzzed since I didn’t drive and while it seemed to take a while for us all to get naked (she was nervous remember) we eventually got down to some fun. I let my lover be dominant as this was his night. So he started with me as she was taking her own sweet time in the bathroom. She eventually joined in a little with some lovely touching and kissing. Then he had me suck him while he kissed her. I suggested he lie down and let us play which he quickly complied. It was fun, but this lover doesn’t have many sensitive spots on his body and its really not that easy to try and share cock sucking. Sometimes giving a man a fantasy ends up more of a “performance” and less of an “enjoyable encounter.”
He moved to fucking her since he’s already satisfied me in that department by then. Remember I’m really easy to please 🙂 And I got to play with her ample breasts, seeing if I could add to her enjoyment. The first time in a threesome its difficult to figure out what works or doesn’t work on a person. I ended up using my fingernails to trace patterns on the skin of her breasts and tummy and sides. She told me she liked that.
Normally on the blog I don’t go into so much detail but its been requested of some of my newer readers/cubs and since its password protected, why not. lol
He did eventually focus on her enough to bring her to orgasm but she’s not had the years of heightening your own sexuality that I’ve had and it took, well I’ll be honest, it took her forever to reach that level. He asked me to explain how I do that, the heightening and I tried but she didn’t feel she could focus enough to achieve any change. And to be honest can any one person’s technique BE taught to another? Lord knows I’ve tried to get Tongue God to teach Sex God what the hell he does with his tongue to torment my clit the way he does, but he cannot seem to replicate it! Something you just naturally do might not actually be ABLE to be taught. Although maybe they need more practice teaching and trying hahahaha…. we’ll see since Tongue God will be joining my Sex God with me for Coachella.
Anyway, he got exhausted before he could orgasm (really, people, unless its two bi-sexual males, a threesome is often just WORK!) and we stopped for a bit and that little bit turned into a long, long couples therapy discussion of their relationship.
Now let me clarify real quick. This wasn’t two people bringing up issues about having a third in their bed. She was thrilled I was joining them. I probably didn’t live up to some of her expectations as I’m not very skilled in any way in bringing a woman pleasure. No, the conversations were more about her expectations of the relationship’s path and his desire she NOT have any expectations. Me… I ended up being the mediator. Doing a lot of, “I think what she’s trying to say is this….” and “Perhaps he needs you to hear that he can’t do this….” or “Now to be fair….”
In retrospect it was hilarious as I’m GOOD at this kind of stuff. I’m good at reading people and I’m often a relaxed personality which tends to put others at their ease. I’m also an expert word-smith and can “translate” one persons outbursts to another. Situations like this often get me rather Zen-calm and I can interrupt if things seem to get heated. And sometimes my instincts always seem to be insightful to the situation. At least that’s what people tell me.
But for me it was a little exhausting. After almost 2 hours of it I called a halt, announcing I was tired and “couples therapy” was over. He fucked her again to try and cum since he’d not achieved his own release and I lay in the bed trying to doze off. God she was work and I swear it makes me glad I’m not a lesbian and that my bi-curious tendencies are mostly about touching. I think he went at her for 30 minutes in which she moaned very softly about once every 4 minutes or so. Sheesh with that little feedback I’m surprised any man would keep at it! In 30 minutes of fucking I could get an ORGASM out every 4 minutes if I wanted to!
Anyway… about a week later I get a text from my cub that he’d finally called it quits in that relationship and broke it off completely. It had been 18 months of a crazy roller coaster of her emotions and while he loved her more than he’d loved anyone and she him it was a crazy relationship. One that probably wasn’t good for either of them. He sent her a letter telling her it was over knowing she’d react badly so he couldn’t do it in public. She did… he told me she went to his apartment, broke in and was going to set fire to it and kill herself there. Cops were called and she ended up in a mental ward for 3 days.
Needless to say, THIS woman I won’t be bothering with again. That ALMOST tops the story I heard from Tongue God of the woman so obsessed/angered at him that not only did she barge into his house, she then called the cops from there demanding they come over and help her find the pictures he’d taken of them in coitus. Oh they came alright and told her he had the right to charge her with trespassing since she admitted to giving him permission to take the pictures.
If Bitches be this crazy I’m starting to wonder if I even WANT one to play with! lol