So my current bf was divorced a few years before i met him. And after his divorce he decided to have some much needed, and terribly missed-out-on, f-u-n. (And yes, by "fun", i mean, sex with many girls... random and not random) He was (mostly) faithful in his marriage of over a decade, and felt he deserved to make up for all that time when the marriage was over. Most guys (and gals) do this when they divorce, to some degree. I did too, just not as much as bf did.
He's shared with me some stories of his 'fun' times over the years before i met him, and about some of the girls. And we've had the 'have you ever...' discussion before as well. I knew he had done alot of things, that i had/have never done, and was intrigued to hear of the different situations leading up to those type of experiences. Some of his experiences occured over seas when he was in the military, before marriage, so it's easier to grasp. But one story shocked me a bit.
I knew he had been in a threesome before, 2 males/1 female... but i didn't know there was more than one time. And i was even more surprised to hear that the second time, was after the divorce, during the 'fun days', and with a couple that i actually knew. BF is good friends with this couple (obviously), and they have been his neighbors for over a decade. The neighbors had wanted to double date with us a few times, and always seemed anxious to go out together once he and i were dating longer than 5 months. (think the longest he 'dated' anyone during those years was about 6 months, although he claims they never actually dated, just had sex).
I never would've guessed of their little secret. They just didn't seem like the type, not that i knew them all that well. I knew they were close to him, but just hadn't imagined how close. I'm sure some of my inital shock, comes from being raised in a very traditional home, with traditional values, and not being exposed to many outside influences or other people outside our families circle of friends (who were all similar to my family). I didn't get to experiment much growing up, either, as i went from living with mommy and daddy, straight to my first marriage apartment. (i got married fresh out of highschool to my highschool sweetheart).
My shock worried bf to some degree for a bit, but as i got used to the thought, it settled down. Of course, since i had never been in that situation, or anything remotely close to it, i had to ask how it came about. Its not like you walk into your friend's home and say 'hey, lets have a threesome'! He did tell me how it happened, how they were all drinking and pretty wasted, and how the events unfolded. And he admitted it happened more than once, but it hadn't happened in years, and wasn't currently happening.
One thing about me, is when i have a hard time dealing with something, i often make it into a joke to hide my discomfort. And that's what i did. So i would bring it up in a joking manner when it fit just to give him a hard time. I would tie him up, tease him sexually, and joke about inviting the neighbors over to join us... stuff like that. It was all in good fun, and a way to hide my current dislike of my newfound knowledge. Why didn't i like it?... i'll explain that later in another post...
Well, my effort to act like i had accepted this part of his past, backfired a bit. A few months ago, i got a text from bf. I was to meet him at his place that night for our weekly 'date night' AKA romp. He asked if i'd like to make a deal... if i were to be his sex slave that night, do anything he wanted, then he would do something for me when i wanted. 'Sex slave night' wasn't a new concept for us, as i had lost a few bets before, so i figured why not? I'm in. He had me dress in a vinyl corset and black boots i had bought for his birthday earlier in the year... and took out his handcuffs (the real kind, not the sweet feather kind that come unlocked with a button)... he locked my hands behind my back (again, nothing new for us), and blindfolded me.
He started his fun by forcing me to suck on his already hard cock (not that he ever has to force me to do that, but damn, do i love when he gets rough with me)... he liked grabbing my hair and using my mouth as he wanted while i couldn't see anything. i was on my knees for a bit, before he then picked me up, and turned me to face the bed. He bent me over and pushed my chest on the bed, my ass sticking in the air, my pussy wet and ready for him. And as he was pounding me, as i was moaning loudly, as he was talking to me "you like that cock in you, baby?" "you like it when i fuck you hard?"... he takes off my blindfold. It took me a minute before i even bothered to open my eyes, but when i did.... i had a hard time focusing.
I remember opening them, and thinking i saw a man's face smiling at me from across the room. First i thought it was bf looking at me, but i knew it couldn't be as his cock was slamming into me at that very minute with great force. It was only a split second of complete confusion in my head, but it seemed like minutes passed, before my eyes focused enough for me to see that it was the neighbor-man, smiling at me. And 2 seconds later i realize neighbor-gal is naked, laying on the giant bean bag chair underneath him. Neighbor-man was on his knees, fucking his wife and she turns her head towards me and just says "hi" with a big smile.
I didn't know how to react. I have never had anyone knowingly watch me before. I'm sure i've been watched, but it was by strangers, and i didn't really know they were watching. Thats the thrill of sneaking sex in public places. If i remember correctly, i just closed my eyes again, and turned my head the other direction while bf continued thrusting, just to try and process all this information in my head... "what the hell?... oh, god, that feels sooo good... wait, they are IN HERE with us? ... mmm.. yes, fuck me harder... how did they get in here?.... damn that cock against my gspot is making it hard for me to breathe... how long have they been here?.... yeah, spank my ass, baby... Am i dreaming???" He turned me over, and we kept fucking for a while longer, before we both came, all the while, i avoided looking at the other couple doing their thing. Bf had a huge smile on his face the whole time, but i was in a state of shock. (i actually only remember bf looking over their way once or twice, quickly. maybe he didn't look much for my benefit, i'm not sure) When done, he grabbed his drink, and gave me mine (which i needed desperately in hopes of softening the shock factor), and i sat up on the bed, and watched them for a few minutes. Bf was walking around, drinking, putting things back in place (still not really watching them), i was sitting there, staring, like you do a bad car wreck. What was i supposed to do? watch? not watch? watch a little then look away? I may have been wrong, but they all knew that we were going to have sex in the same room, so what's the point of that, if you are not being watched, right? so i watched them finish. (i had tried to catch a glimpse of neighbor-man's cock, but he still had his tshirt on, and my view was obstructed, dammit) Then everyone got up, put clothes on, and left the bedroom. Something was said about getting some drinks, so i threw bf's teeshirt on and followed them into the living room.
It was an odd experience. Not one i'd like to repeat, honestly. Not that i wouldn't have sex with someone watching or watch someone have sex in the same room again, but i don't like to be surprised with that one. When it comes to sex, i'd much rather know and choose what i'm getting into. Bf took a chance (a BIG chance) and did ok in the fact that i didn't run off mad never to see him again, since i'm pretty laid back... but he knows that it wasn't the thrill he had hoped for. All it would've taken, was having drinks with them at home, getting me buzzed, and bf could've just started playing with me. Doesnt take much to get me started, and i probably wouldn't have stopped him... and things would've just happened from there. Instead, i felt like the 'third wheel' again, and i'm more convinced than ever that neighbor-gal is waiting for the chance to fuck my bf again. (maybe neighbor-man's dick is small, or maybe its the fact that while i watched them having sex, it seemed like they were both bored)
So moral of this story?... never trust bf... he never did follow through on his end of the deal, yet. he owes me big still. Oh, and no more joking about the neighbors... he seemed to think that meant it was ok to bring them into the bedroom.
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