Some Fantasies Come in Threes
Warren was out of the house for the day, and since I’d gotten the chores done in record time, I decided to treat myself to a little self-pleasure. Off to the bedroom, then.
Once there, I popped open our bottle of lube, and began to stroke myself to thoughts of the last time we’d fucked. It hadn’t been just the two of us “ we’d had a third, this time, a special treat that was rather uncommon for us, rather rare. We’d picked him up at a local club, and he was barely over twenty-one, which added to the “treat a bit. Nothing like a hot young stud to enliven things between two partners, as we’d learned from previous entries into the world of not-two-but-three. And this time had been particularly lovely, as not only was he hot and generously musculed, he was also a wee bit, shall we say, adventurous. After agreeing upon a safeword, we were off, he and I topping Warren, who was tied to the bed, completely and utterly helpless. Ah, how lovely…
We started with the feather, running trails up and down my boyfriend’s body, a little tease to get him warmed up, a tease that certainly worked, because his dick rose with each brush of the feather, each brush getting closer and closer to it, until Tim, our third, gently ran the feather up the length of Warren’s dick, causing Warren to strain just a little against the restraints. And then, then he strained some more, because next the strap came out, and we took turns again, first light smacks, then harder, each one landing squarely on a nipple “ left, right, we didn’t care, and I think one of them must have gotten far more abuse, from the way he gritted his teeth a little more from attacks on one of his nipples in particular. I made it the left in my fantasy, because I couldn’t remember. I could remember the sounds he made, though, lovely, animalistic grunts and growls.
And then, when we moved the strap down to his dick, and his balls, he said some rather unkind things about the two of us, calling us “sadists (well, that was kind of obvious), “pricks, “facists, and worse. But that didn’t stop us “ oh, fuck no. Each smack did nothing to how hard his dick was, so it was beyond obvious that despite the pain, he was certainly getting something out of it. This went without question in my head, and from the way Tim was grinning, I could tell it was obvious to him, too, because every once in awhile, Warren would even grin, a clear sign that, despite the rude names, he was having a grand old time.
And then came the biting “ not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to draw loud, decidedly unmanly and quite high pitched shrieks. My boyfriend has never liked getting bitten, but he likes obeying me more than anything, and underneath his dislike, his distaste towards each bite we gave him, there was a strong undercurrent of submission, a strong interest in allowing me to do as I pleased. Besides, he almost never wants me to stop, because I know exactly how hard to push him, even giving direction on exactly how hard Tim should bite him, because I wanted to keep my man happy throughout this scene.
And then, because he’d been so, so very good, I had Tim ride my boyfriend’s dick until Warren came, because I’m just that good to him.
And soon, remembering how incredibly, intensely hot that part had been, soon, I was coming too, coming almost as hard as I had in Tim’s mouth. Oh, the night hadn’t ended there, but there’s only so long I can hold off, only so hot a fantasy can get before I come. And besides, Warren would be home in a few hours, and he’d owe me a “thank you for doing his laundry. Again. Hopefully, sometime in the near future, he would get as good at cleaning the house as he was at getting me off. A man can fantasize, after all.