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Authors: Mona Darling, Lauren Fleming, Lynn Lacroix, Tizz Wall, Penny Barber, Hopper James, Elis Bradshaw, Delilah Night, Kate Anon, Nina Potts
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never felt so much sexual tension. I was nineteen, terribly inexperienced, and very shy, so there was no way I was making a move or even letting on how much I wanted him.
Sometime in the next year he got a Prince Albert and afterwards felt the need to pull it out frequently just to make me blush. Finally after several years of flirting my boyfriend decided his friend and I should have sex. I never knew or wanted to know what their conversation arranging this entailed. It was a Saturday afternoon and my boyfriend left for the afternoon and left us alone, making it clear we should have fun. We did. We then hooked up on a few other occasions before he moved four hours away.
After not seeing him for over two years he moved back and needed a place to stay so my boyfriend let him stay there. The day he got in to town my boyfriend was gone, having to entertain some people from work who'd come to visit, so I was there to let him in. From the moment he arrived it was clear the sexual attraction was to pick up right where we left off. After flirting all afternoon he finally kissed me. He'd decided that we shouldn't have sex since he was living there. That didn't stop him from getting me off almost daily for the next few months. He ended up moving again but would return in a couple of months when my boyfriend and I got married.
Because of the way we'd left things it just made sense that we'd somehow hook up when he was here for the wedding. After the wedding we came back to our house as we weren't leaving town until the next day. He was staying there too. There were lots of drinks so I'm not clear how it came about but I think we'd gone to bed and my new husband went and asked him to join us. This was all new territory for all of us. I made out with him while my husband fondled me. My husband then fucked me while he watched me suck his friend's dick. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Sadly, I never got off that night. I'm not sure why. Nerves, maybe? One of the ironies of my ‘wedding night’ being a threesome? My mom had bought me a white sequined nightgown, complete with bed jacket that she thought was perfect for a bride on her wedding night.
My boyfriend/fiancé's friend wasn't my only indiscretion. During grad school I ran into an old high school crush who happened to be working at the copy center near campus. He was fascinated by my feminist theory coursework and eager to get together to talk about books (yeah, I think we both knew that was BS). He called me late that night and we talked a while and at some point he told me he gave a great vulva massage (I couldn't make that up if I tried). We got together the following night and talking led to him giving me a foot massage (he admitted to a foot fetish), which led to massaging everywhere, which quickly led to making out in our underwear. This night was and still is the most turned on I've ever been. He slid his hand down my panties, barely touching me, and I immediately came. It was late and I went home soon afterward. I was dying to fuck him but being a good southern girl I felt that would be slutty.
He was one of those artsy creative types who are very attentive sexually. We got together pretty regularly for a while over the summer before I got married (yes, I was also fooling around with my fiancé's friend at the same time). My fiancé was extremely turned on by the thought of me being with someone else so on nights I'd go see my high school crush I'd then go to his house because he loved to fuck me knowing I was so wet because of what someone else had done. I didn't enjoy that part. I liked pleasing him but I felt that what I was doing with anyone else was mine to be enjoyed by only me. Retelling what I'd done earlier with someone else just made me feel dirty and whore-ish.
This pattern would carry over into the first two years of our marriage. We'd agreed at the time that we both wanted to be with other people in addition to each other. I went on to have a
Sometime in the next year he got a Prince Albert and afterwards felt the need to pull it out frequently just to make me blush. Finally after several years of flirting my boyfriend decided his friend and I should have sex. I never knew or wanted to know what their conversation arranging this entailed. It was a Saturday afternoon and my boyfriend left for the afternoon and left us alone, making it clear we should have fun. We did. We then hooked up on a few other occasions before he moved four hours away.
After not seeing him for over two years he moved back and needed a place to stay so my boyfriend let him stay there. The day he got in to town my boyfriend was gone, having to entertain some people from work who'd come to visit, so I was there to let him in. From the moment he arrived it was clear the sexual attraction was to pick up right where we left off. After flirting all afternoon he finally kissed me. He'd decided that we shouldn't have sex since he was living there. That didn't stop him from getting me off almost daily for the next few months. He ended up moving again but would return in a couple of months when my boyfriend and I got married.
Because of the way we'd left things it just made sense that we'd somehow hook up when he was here for the wedding. After the wedding we came back to our house as we weren't leaving town until the next day. He was staying there too. There were lots of drinks so I'm not clear how it came about but I think we'd gone to bed and my new husband went and asked him to join us. This was all new territory for all of us. I made out with him while my husband fondled me. My husband then fucked me while he watched me suck his friend's dick. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Sadly, I never got off that night. I'm not sure why. Nerves, maybe? One of the ironies of my ‘wedding night’ being a threesome? My mom had bought me a white sequined nightgown, complete with bed jacket that she thought was perfect for a bride on her wedding night.
My boyfriend/fiancé's friend wasn't my only indiscretion. During grad school I ran into an old high school crush who happened to be working at the copy center near campus. He was fascinated by my feminist theory coursework and eager to get together to talk about books (yeah, I think we both knew that was BS). He called me late that night and we talked a while and at some point he told me he gave a great vulva massage (I couldn't make that up if I tried). We got together the following night and talking led to him giving me a foot massage (he admitted to a foot fetish), which led to massaging everywhere, which quickly led to making out in our underwear. This night was and still is the most turned on I've ever been. He slid his hand down my panties, barely touching me, and I immediately came. It was late and I went home soon afterward. I was dying to fuck him but being a good southern girl I felt that would be slutty.
He was one of those artsy creative types who are very attentive sexually. We got together pretty regularly for a while over the summer before I got married (yes, I was also fooling around with my fiancé's friend at the same time). My fiancé was extremely turned on by the thought of me being with someone else so on nights I'd go see my high school crush I'd then go to his house because he loved to fuck me knowing I was so wet because of what someone else had done. I didn't enjoy that part. I liked pleasing him but I felt that what I was doing with anyone else was mine to be enjoyed by only me. Retelling what I'd done earlier with someone else just made me feel dirty and whore-ish.
This pattern would carry over into the first two years of our marriage. We'd agreed at the time that we both wanted to be with other people in addition to each other. I went on to have a
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