A unfinished work in progress. A fantasy. Other than, yes, I am married, yes, Facebook has been used by old boyfriends to contact me and yes I have pm'd back and forth, this is purely fantasy. This living arrangement is purely imagination.
Like many times in my life, I found myself contemplating. Contemplating how I arrived in this situation. What brought me here, not in a geographic sense, but emotionally. Mentally. You physically go places, but mentally you are drawn, coaxed, by events, thoughts. Knowledge. As you peel away the onion skins more is revealed.
My present question, how did we all reach this conclusion? Decide this is the thing to do, the right thing for all parties.
Many would call it a predicament. If it got out of hand, yes, predicament would be the best way to describe it. Jealousy may rear even roar it we don't monitor the situation.
Facebook has the potential to reunite old friends, unite groups of people, reconnect, but it also has the potential to destroy relationships or one with think. The day Lion sent me a private message on Facebook my stomach flipped, my bowels turned to liquid, my skin sweaty and clammy. We never officially ended our relationship, I moved out of state. But, it was just a message and nothing else. Why the visceral reaction? Responding or not was my choice.
Just thinking about the possibilities, about him, my clit throbbed.
My god, it had been over 20 years.
The how and the why are not important, but I did respond. Polyamorous relationships were a topic of discussion in our home, so I finally told my husband about the pm. We had talked at considerable length, perhaps adding a female, his idea, not mine. I'm not the jealous type, but am not interested in any part of the female anatomy unless it is mine. So when I brought up the subject of an old boyfriend, one who I trusted, and one where there was no ugly breakup.
A 3 to 6 month trial tri relationship was agreed upon.
Conditions set, no male male, strictly male-female or male- female- male. Equal nights, sexual nights where decided with wiggle room. There were nights the three of us would partake together, at least once per week. I could refuse sex, but they had to stay within the schedule. Lion couldn't take me without my husband's knowledge and visa versa. It was scheduled one on one or the three of us together.
I have a germ of an idea for a sex fantasy but I can't seem to put it together.
In my mind, my old bf, lover sneaks into my marital bed and starts diddling with me. I try to protest but do not want to wake my husband up. The boyfriend keeps whispering it will be alright, just keep still while he molests my nipples, my clit. He ignores my whimpers, my protests go unheeded. His hands find purchase on my breasts and vagina and i am stymied. I love coercion stories, where the female is 'forced' to comply, embarrassed that she likes it, but knows (thinks) it is wrong, but given no choice.
The bf in my fantasy is s real man, and is big, 6'1", my husband is really 6'3". So I am stuck between them and this big guy wants to have his way with me. Hopefully it will grow into a little erotic story.
His fingers slid down my belly, finding my slit, swollen and damp, hot mouth gently sucking on my earlobe.
Still feeling the euphoria of the session, my husband, and my lover taking over my body. Filling every orifice with their body parts. Tongues in my ass, my pussy, my mouth. I felt battered, my mouth taking their cocks, my jaw now tired, sore. My front and back holes swollen, stretched, used. Repeatedly pounded every way imaginable. Sliding his cock in my slit while the other fucked my face. Then my ass. The ultimate was my husband standing, holding me, carrying me, impaled on his member, while Lion approached me from the rear. Slipping his tool in my very used ass. Suspended as they held me off the ground between them and penetrated me front and back, my own body weight only helping them to impale me deeper than I thought possible. Trapped between two huge men. Each over 6 feet tall, strong, with no escape.
But for now nestled between two very warm, very large bodies, I think about the day before me, really the night. How my body will be used. Teased, probed, caressed, molested.
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