Group sex relationship dynamics.

I find the dynamics of group sex fascinating, especially when some of the participants have ongoing “relationships”. 

Lewis continues to be an excellent source of hot lovers. I’ve never really known men like him – he genuinely seems to have zero jealousy or possessiveness. Granted, while he and I have some level of affection for each other, it is 90% a sexual relationship. 

But even then, in the same conditions – regular lovers over a two year period – I know few men who would willingly and continually share someone when that sharing is quite literally in their face.

But Lewis gets off on it. 

Regardless, in multiples situations I have always treated him as my primary lover and I expect the same in return. So when Todd and I met and forged a strong intellectual and emotional connection, we were careful to shield Lewis from it. He knows we have seen each other when I’ve travelled to New York, but he doesn’t know about the times Todd has stayed with me when he’s been in my city. He doesn’t know we have a steady whatsapp conversation. 

Granted, Lewis may not care. But ever the diplomat, I’m careful to not hurt his feelings. 

So Todd and I were both careful during the MFMFM to not demonstrate too much emotional connection or familiarity. But my discomfort with the evening meant I clearly made a bad call on a few fronts. Not establishing myself as primary with Lewis. Not talking to Todd in advance about how to navigate the night. And maybe, spending time solo with Charles early on wasn’t a good call either.

Todd slept over as planned and the next morning we talked about how the night went down. I told him how it felt to see him with Bobbie in my kitchen and how I wanted to have that kind of sex with him too. I also shared my dissatisfaction with not feeling like I got the same level of attention as she did. He said he understood and since he knew he was going to see more of me, he deliberately spent more time with her. We agreed it was a mistake on his part.

When I told him Charles and I talked about seeing each other again he admitted he felt a pang when he saw Charles’s business card on my fridge. I said “this from the married guy?” and we had a good laugh about it. I suppose Todd is fine with me fucking other men but he also cherishes the emotional connection we have. That’s harder to share or put at risk.

Charles and I haven’t seen each other or set a date. He is an entrepreneur with no set schedule so he’s difficult to pin down and he doesn’t plan in advance. I also get the sense that dating isn’t a priority for him. I’d love to see him again but recognize it could make our next group sex night even more complicated as I have to negotiate three relationships.

Not like I’m not busy enough as it is.

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Part 2 of my MFMFM

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Lewis was the next to arrive. He said despite waiting for Bobbie at his place, turns out she needed to come separately. She was parking her car.

When she arrived, I could tell she was nervous. She complimented me on my house and I got her a wine glass for the white she brought. I left her in my kitchen with Lewis and Charles and I went to talk to Todd on my balcony. Continue reading

MFMFM group sex

Just another MFMFM

If you told me 5 years ago I would have a night like last night, I would have said you’re insane.

I had anal sex for the first time at 18 (but never again for many years). I had two threesomes by my last year of College. My ex husband was the first to fist me, at 25. So while I’m not sure it’s all that rare (surveys about sex are notoriously unreliable) my point is I wasn’t entirely vanilla before my split.

But this seems to be a whole other level. 

Lewis introduced me to Todd the first time for a threesome. For last night’s adventure, Lewis brought a woman he’s played with twice. Todd invited another male friend, Charles.

Three very tall, very fit, handsome and hung black men. All happened to wear head-to-toe black. There was a lot of muscle and gorgeousness in my kitchen at the same time.

Due to Todd’s delayed flight and Lewis waiting for Bobbie, Charles was the first to arrive. I was completely disarmed by his handsomeness. So much so, I was giddy. I’m usually pretty chill but there was just something about him that set me off-balance. It was similar to when I first met Todd. Charles had a warm smile, an easygoing vibe, and was ridiculously easy on the eyes.

We got drinks and went outside to talk. He asked how I met Clark and Todd. He told me the only reason he said yes to Todd’s invitation was that both he and Clark spoke very highly of me, said I was awesome and had a “great energy”. He was big into that.

I told him I liked his energy too.

I said: “Ummm… before ‘all this’ starts I was hoping to ask if we could, um…”

He interjected “…Can you kiss me?” 

“Ah, no, that’s not what I was going to ask. But I like that idea… erm… I was going to ask if you’d like to see each other again?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

He gave me his business card and I put it on my fridge then went back outside to join him.

“Can I kiss you now?” I asked with a huge smile?

He answered by stepping forward, wrapping his arms around me and leaning in to touch his lips to mine.

And holy hannah, it was electric.

Whatever I had expected – a blunt instrument, for lack of a better term – turned out to be the precision of a Stradivarius. 

It was slow. The moment our lips touched we paused. There was no movement, only delicious anticipation, then an ever so slight increase of pressure. A small movement so more of our lips touched. A sigh. 

I was shocked. This was not the kiss of a guy focused solely on getting laid. 

We broke apart and both said “wow”. I may have giggled and asked to do it again. We did, and it could have been 5 minutes or 20.

“Yo A!” came the shout from my kitchen. It was Todd, making his presence known. Charles and I broke apart again and bounced (literally) into the house to give Todd a kiss.

It had begun.

3 nights of 2am (Part 1)

I wrote about Lewis and Todd last week. I was smitten and smiling randomly the next day – I always find the dichotomy of being a mom and corporate suit as well as the woman who has threesomes pretty amusing.

I told Lewis I would love a repeat before Todd went back home. The text reply that made me smile even more?

How about tomorrow night, 8:30?

FUCK, YES.

It was on. I had trouble focusing at work if I let my mind wander for even a few seconds. But it was all good. Continue reading

Back on the Tony ride; trying to walk the tightrope

And yes, I know I’m mixing my ride and show metaphors. But just work with me, k?

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During the chaos of being sick and Hy & Shenanigans, all I really wanted was for Tony to come over. He was already at home in bed when I finally managed to get my phone from my kitchen, walking by naked couch sex in progress. But he said he’d come over early. I woke up at 5am and unlocked my door, then sent him a text telling him it was open.

It wasn’t until a few hours later that he texted to ask if I was up; I told him I was, but felt like death, and he said he’d bring lattes. I asked him to get four since Hy’s dude was still around. I wasn’t about to tell Tony that Hy’s guy was actually my guy. No need. Continue reading

Arranging a threesome with my boyfriend. 

No, that’s not fraught with danger.

When I finally agreed to be exclusive with Fox (we had the exclusivity conversation twice), I had one condition: that he be open to occasionally playing with others, together. He accepted that condition with some reservations.

He was worried first about how often I might want it. When I reassured him it was probably a once every couple of months thing, if that, he felt better.

But then, a more serious issue surfaced – what if he tried it and couldn’t perform, or it really bothered him? He was (is?) worried I may not want to continue dating him. Continue reading

I have my priorities straight: sex before food.

Part One

Although Fox and I couldn’t quite get the angle right to really get me going (something I didn’t tell him – all in good time), the kitchen sex was damn hot. We changed things up a few times and I ended up sitting on him as he was on the sturdy bar chair.

At the point when my legs were cramping I needed a change of scenery. We went upstairs to my bedroom, still without having the customary date-starting-drink.

More sex was had. Lots, actually. He takes direction well. He’s learning what I like and I confess I’m soaking in all the attention and will soon need to return the favor.  Continue reading

A unicorn walks into a swingers club…5 & Final

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

I think it was another first. Not just a new partner, but a completely anonymous partner. I didn’t get his name. He didn’t ask mine. He pounded away while I simultaneously orgasmed and thought that the edge of the platform was going to leave a nasty bruise on my legs (it did: several).

Dale and Jason were watching me, as were others. Jason said later he particularly liked the contrast between his dark skin, and my light.

Two funny things happened. While I don’t think he came, he just decided we were done after one of my orgasms. Perhaps he didn’t care that I could keep going – but to be fair, he would have been waiting a long time. He wandered off and I commented to Dale, Lisa, and the others, that “I guess we’re finished”.

Later, he came back to ask if he could fuck me again.

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A unicorn walks into a swingers club…4

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

I went to my locker to get changed. Not into the dress and heels I brought, but a dress – if you could call it that – given to me by someone at the club. It was essentially a bunch of string woven into a cool and very revealing pattern.

While I am definitely into sex, and feeling sexy, I have never been one to wear anything particularly revealing or what could be called slutty. This “dress” was the epitome of slutty. And I mean that in a very positive way.

So getting dressed was a rather quick affair. Arrange the outfit over my body. Ignore my underwear and shoes. Leave. Continue reading

A unicorn walks into a swingers club…3

Part One | Part Two

Dale helped me get situated by the deck. It was the three of us and one other couple. Everyone else has taken a break to go eat, before the real party started. One couple left saying they were going to try out the swing in the dungeon. Advice was shared on which end to put your ass.

I was mesmerized by Lisa’s breasts – also enhanced – as they bobbed as she talked. I didn’t find her particularly attractive overall (and yes, I have found a few women attractive over the years) but in some ways, it helped me be more comfortable. I wasn’t intimidated at all. She was, overall, rather normal.

I was constantly struck by the incongruous situation. The two naked couples were talking about their favourite camping spots, and we could have been anywhere. But given where we were, and the fact that everyone was naked (except me, with my boring black bathing suit bottom) the discussion turned to some questions on the practical challenges of being “in the lifestyle” and having sex in a camper. Because, of course, camper walls are paper thin and the whole thing moves when you are having sex.

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