Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

ELust #93

Elust 93

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Welcome to Elust 93

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

A dress to die for

Pushing Past

Necessary.

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Kink lite, Kink life
Disturbance

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

The Contract

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Erotic Fiction

The Contract
Speaking Truth to a Submissive Heart
Thunder
Subjugate U

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Jerking off to be banned under Texas bill
That Time Steve Bannon Destroyed Me
How to program a sex robot

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Effortless Connections & Harmonious Energy
Cialis
Playlist…

Poetry

A Love Affair, From A to Z: “A” – Always
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Scouting: A Lusty Limericks

Erotic Non-Fiction

Conflict(ed) part 2
It’s All About The Feet
TEASE
Oral Birthday Fun ~ The Glorious Sixty-Ninth!
I Will Do…
The subtle threesome

Events

Eroticon 2017 – I Herd U Lieks It

Body Talk and Sexual Health

photo shoots past and future
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Remembering the Good Times

Wow, another great video memory that I can add to my growing collection of personal porn movies. The movies help me remember and feed my hunger during the long absences that, for better worse, define our relationship. We’ve always shared our deepest fantasies and desires. I recall the earliest video moment he shared with me. A very simple solo wanking session in the shower. Simple, but for me that movie always held a special place in the development of our relationship. Its lucky that I live in the digital age otherwise I’d have worn the tape out by now given how many times I’ve revisited that scene.

It was wonderful to see each other again after such a long wait. I love  that we were able to give the gift of ourselves to each other again. There are so many things left on both our lists, but we celebrate and cherish each one as we achieve it as if its the most important thing in the world to us at that point in time. The celebration serves to ensure a re-commitment to our friendship that was forged all those years ago when this type of connection wasn’t possible and keeps it fresh when we are apart. 

Our play that morning started out fairly tame. I was still recovering from the spanking session the night before and we were both a bit worn down. Only seeing each other a few times a year leaves us pouncing on each other from the time we get off the plane until we have a tearful goodbye. After the intensity of the night before, I wasn’t expecting more than a cuddle and maybe some gentle fucking. And that’s how we started off, but as it is often the case we just can’t accept vanilla. We always need to be doing something new, exploring our sexuality and trying things we haven’t been able to with other partners.

I’d taken top position this morning, gently rocking backwards and forwards. Slowly impaling myself deliciously onto his cock with repeated moans. All he had to do was lie there and enjoy it. Well, he did do a bit more and my nipples were thankful for the tongue and teeth action. After a few minutes he whispered in my ear to turn around and ride him reverse cowgirl. He’d always wanted to watch his cock enter my pussy from that angle. He had also mentioned that it provided the perfect platform for some anal fun.

As always, I was happy to oblige. Spinning around quickly I resumed my back and forth rocking action. I heard appreciative sighs and comments from him as I went about my business. I was soon moaning myself as the angle hit my g-spot with precision. Then I felt his hands on my butt cheeks. He started a slow circular motion with his hands, opening my cunt and ass to his gaze.

By this time I was getting aroused and my wetness was dripping down my thighs. He next reached out and scoped up some of the wetness on to his fingers which he then applied to my anus. He went back a few more times and when he felt my ass was lubed enough he slowly inserted a finger into my ass. His pace was maddening slow but I could sense his awe and fascination in what he was doing. After a while he added a finger from his opposite hand. In tandem he used them to pry me open. From his breathing he was clearly enjoying what he was doing. And so was I. My wetness grew as did the urgency of my rocking. A minute later we were slamming into each other, the noise of slapping flesh reverberating around the room.

As our excitement grew, our motions increased in urgency. With a guttural cry he released my ass and grabbed my hips. He pulled me down hard and held me there as he pumped his load of cum into my quivering vagina. I collapsed forward, keeping him inside me. I could feel him slowly softening.

Just before I was going to hop off and swing around for a cuddle I felt him pulling me backwards, wanting me to back up his body. It took me a second to realize what he wanted and when I did I was eager to take this opportunity. I had often spoken about having someone lick their cum from me after they fucked me. As most of my other partners were either dominant or vanilla no one has been inclined to do so. I tried to hold his cum inside of me as I positioned myself with my knees either side of his head. Leaning forward and supporting myself on my arms I positioned my open pussy just above his mouth.

He reached up with both hands and gentle pulled my labia apart. Lifting his head he gave me a quick lick before lying back. Encouraging me to push his cum out of my pussy I strained and pushed as hard as I could. Initially I couldn’t feel anything but after a short while I could feel his cum slowly sliding down my inner labia. His obvious excitement at this was evidenced in his heavy breathing and occasional gasps. The first drip was quite small, but the second one was much larger. He managed to get both drops straight into his mouth. Swallowing deeply I could sense his savoring of the mix of juices and tastes of both of us.

He then set upon my open pussy devouring it like a starving man. He couldn’t get enough of me. Licking and sucking. The occasional finger seeking out any remaining cum. He kept at this for a long while and my excitement grew once more. Sensing this he went at my clit with his tongue. Bring me to a second  and third shuddering orgasm.

After coming down from the climax I  spun around and gave him the biggest, sloppiest kiss I could give. We hugged and cuddled for awhile, but eventually needed some food. Begrudgingly, we rose from the bed and had a soapy handsy shower together.

As I hit the stop button I mused that it would have been good to have captured the shower scene as well. Instead I roll the video back to the beginning and hit play again. Oh well, there is always next time.

Elust #90

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Welcome to Elust 90

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Conflicted part 1

Glow

Happy Endings

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Please You to Please Me

How to suck my cock – part 1 (attitude)

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Visions of Sugarplums

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Writing About Writing

The Curious Case of Trigger Warnings
Writing About It All

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

PLEASING THE MISTRESS
Reader Q&A: Dominant women struggle, turn-ons
Chastity Questions
Not every hole is a goal

Erotic Non-Fiction

A Picture is Worth…
Morning Stretch
Lovemaking Almost Too Brilliant To Describe
The GP
I Want
Indescribable Pleasure
Humiliating an ex-Nazi: Raylene’s 2nd dozen
Preparation
I love big, fat dicks

Erotic Fiction

Dude, You’re Wet!
When Love Becomes a Weakness
On a Silver Platter
The Silent Treatment
A Seasonal Affair
Three in a Stall
Schoolgirl Uniform
The New Principal 4: Escape

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Anal Retentive Or Just OCD?

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

BuzzFeed Femdom

Poetry

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Mistletoe: A Lusty Limerick

 

Elust 88

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Welcome to Elust 89

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

When the Tears Finally Came

The pure and simple truth

One Down

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Disabilities & Submission, Part 2: I Say No

UnRepentant Darkness

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Hoar Frost…

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Hold me down
Keeping me chaste
Say My Name
The Little Things
Struggle…
Learning To Truss
A New Use
My Mania is My Drug
Life as a Laissez-Faire Domme

Erotic Fiction

Watching
Candy, Caned
Jax and Rickie’s First Kiss
New Collar

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Why You Should Make a Sex Tape
And the winner is…doggy style!
Pleasantville: The Promise of Trump’s America
Bdsm reasons for not hitting children
An Open Letter to MrHankeysToys.com

Erotic Non-Fiction

The Fun Of Being Stripped Of Wet Running Kit!
I want to lick your pussy some more
KIDNAP – a story of fear, pain and sex
Sybian
Well, that’s new…
Objectionable Hair – A Lady’s Taboo

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

UnPartnered
The Cub
I still have hope
A Baker’s Dozen #fucketlist

Poetry

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Elust #87

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

On Secret Identities

Dividing lines…

Ember and Ash

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Bdsm: Our pleasures are our obligations

Southpaw

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Change your Cookbook: a monogamuggle’s guide to cookin’ with poly folk

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

When Love is not enough.
the fantasy and reality of my arrival

Blogging

Shine a Light

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

When You’re Bad
How Women Use Their Sexuality As A Weapon
Dear Fans: Quit Kinkbashing

Erotic Fiction

Big Daddy
(Re)Verse
The Front to Back Challenge
Pretty
GAME OF TWO HALVES – role shift
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Erotic Non-Fiction

He’s Cumming
Washing up
Chew Toy
So many friends with benefits

Poetry

One Stroke
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Early Morning Haikus

 

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California Memories

Rye giving oral sex to Jill
Elusive Anal – ‘Always leave them wanting more’

I got up on my hands and knees as I grabbed the Doxy and Jack grabbed the lube. We had both pumped up the importance of anal as Sir and he had discussed it beforehand. I think he even ripped open the condom as the front door opened. Jill had come home. I’m still not sure about the miscommunication. I think we thought she was going to her hair appointment before heading home. Not that it was a secret what we were doing, obviously, but we still didn’t want to rub it in her face after her long day at work. She didn’t seem to mind, but we both felt bad. We chose to get dressed and keep her company until she left.

In order to have the maximum amount of time all together in the evening, we chose to grab dinner early. I ran through the shower and Jack took me out a group of yummy food trucks.

I cook (food truck dinner) – ‘Don’t worry, I have a cover story.’

Jack had bought lunch. In order to keep things fair I wanted to buy him dinner. I really wanted to get something for Jill too, but she declined. We walked through all the options and came to rest on a cheesesteak truck that he likes. The one I got had roasted garlic and roasted mushrooms on it; it was amazing. We ate next to the lake and talked about passer-bys.

I’ll admit I kept my eye open for someone to recognize us. Well, not me, but Jack. He spoke often of his frustration of having so much local family and struggling to be poly with so much potential judgment. So, I had come up with several cover stories. Several involving being a mom from his daughter’s school. A few also included visiting for my job as a consultant. I’m not sure either would have gone down with his relatives, but I don’t think either of us really cared. Honestly, the possibility of seeing relatives did keep me from touching him as much as I wanted.

After we finished our sandwiches we walked along the man-made lake. I think we talked about he and Jill’s upcoming trip to see their secondary couple. I remember the pang of jealousy. Knowing that I was going to be leaving the following morning made me want to soak up as much as I could. The drive home was quiet.

Going down on Jill – ‘So…Sir wants a video.’

Jill came home looking fantastic. Not that she need to do anything to her hair, but it did look great. I felt comfortable enough to ask for a drink and the other two joined me. It was nice to chat about Jill’s day. We filled her in on the call from Jack’s mom at lunch. The phrase, ‘she bought her more crap’ was mentioned at least twice. We made our way down the hall to the bedroom laughing at all the junk our children seem to collect and how most of it is our parents’ fault.

When we made it to the bedroom, the tension rose. Jack lovingly helped Jill and I undress. I quickly found my way to Jill’s nipples as Jack knelt between her legs. After several orgasms he announced that it was my turn. Sir had asked that I be told to go down on Jill and that video evidence be provided. I was happy to oblige, but felt it completely unfair that Jack got to go first. He knows her body so well. This would be the first time I would ever play with a pussy that wasn’t my own, I needed all the help I could get.

Jill was lovely. I could feel her body relax as massaged her clit. Her folds were so soft and warm. She responded with moans and twitches as I explored her body. She tasted sweet, though having cum so many times for Jack may have been part of this. I rubbed her legs as she began sucking Jack’s cock. I considered fingering her, but as I hadn’t trimmed my nails I decided against it. The last thing I wanted was to hurt or cut her while trying to make her cum.

Jack was watch us and encouraging me. He would react to her twitches with, ‘looks like she liked that’, and ‘you’re going to make her cum if you keep that up’. And, in his all knowing way, he was right. I was almost more proud of making her cum than I was of his four multiples earlier in the day. We curled up to get ready for bed and I felt like quite an accomplished sub. Sir would be so proud of his loan. The only thing that dampened it was that I didn’t want to have to leave the next morning.

Classic train station goodbye – ‘I will see you again.’

Jill had to get up even earlier than normal for work. But she said goodbye before she left. It was so nice to spend time with her. And we decided that on my next visit she would have to take a day off to play. Jack and I curled back up in bed after she left. We both need to have one last connection before I had to leave. It was pretty epic as I recall; another set of sheets to wash. I sipped coffee from a Beauty and the Beast coffee cup (classic!) and packed my last few things into my suitcase. Jack copied all of the 2,000+ photos on my SD card and we wheeled my luggage down to the car.

We drove to the train station, talking and laughing. Pretending that nothing was wrong or off as we pulled into an employee parking space. “We’ll only be here for a bit”. Conversation passed through topics of weekend plans and how we were possibly going to write out the events of the past few days. We completely ignored random passer-bys as we made-out. As the time to leave got closer, we both shared how much we had enjoyed the time. How much we didn’t want to go. He grabbed my leg while we talked; just wanting to keep that closeness as long as possible. He drove me around to the drop-off and helped get my bag out of the trunk. Our kisses and hugs took on this classic 50’s film goodbye for me.

I watched him pull away and half considered chasing after him just for the effect. Though I really wanted one last hug as well. Once I got settled on my way down to L.A. I felt the rush of every emotion over the last days flood my system. All the lovely memories and moments. But mostly, fear. Fear that I would never see him again. Fear that he would forget me and our time together wouldn’t affect him. I’m not sure why I thought that, and I felt bad for even considering that he would treat me that way. But I think I did because of the overarching concern flood my brain. I cared about him. I cared about him a lot. And I wanted him to care about me.

Epilogue – ‘You will never be just some woman I fucked.’

Everything I knew (or thought I knew) about non-monogamy in general led me to believe that love (or strong feelings in general) wasn’t involved. A poly-amorous person would have live-in lovers and be in multiple committed relationships, but I didn’t pull the same definition for non-monogamy. Specifically as it pertained to he and his wife’s arrangement. He likes to fuck. He wants to fuck as many people as possible. And while I certainly don’t judge him for that, that’s not the way I tend to work. My connections run very deep and form very fast. This probably explains why I’ve only slept with six people (including him and his wife). I always saw non-monogamy as a more casual sex arrangement.

I think I just really want him to like me. And I don’t know why, when he says he does, I can’t just take it at face value? I don’t know what I expect. The next day I saw a gift, while shopping with my cousin, that I thought would be perfect for him. I didn’t buy it because I was worried that would be too forward. I think it’s just sheer confusion about how to approach this. We are both married, with young children. We both have jobs, responsibilities, and live on opposite sides of the country.

But I want to see him again. I want to see him again soon. Like suddenly I’m back in a long-distance relationship. But I’m smitten and I don’t know when we might to get to be together again. I’m going to have to go back to work and see friends. And I cannot tell anyone about the portion of my trip that meant the most to me. This experience has been more amazing than I could have imagined.

Elust #85

Elust 85

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Use
Hot
The Case of the Purloined Panties

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

The Inspection Zone
Date with prey

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Voyeur

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Erotic Fiction

Alleyway
After Dark
Night World Flash Fiction
THE PUNISHMENT ROOMS
HELPLESS, BOUND AND SUBJECT – Part 1
Temper temper
How to Start Super Sex
Nobody Comes Looking For Me
it was time to play

Erotic Non-Fiction

Cunnilingus. The Most Special Intimate Kiss
Nastya is nasty
“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” A Memoir
Humiliation: Raylene’s caning 2

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Come as you are…
A Case for Good Men
Changing Labels
10 Commandments of Courteous Casual Sex
The Aftermath
I miss you

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Formative Kink: “Tanya, the Lotus Eater”
At his feet
Consent In Gorean Culture

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Manicured

 

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Creating a New Way

“It’s not going to fit.” I wish I had been joking. Just fluffing his ego or something; but I wasn’t. “There’s not way; I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it will fit, maybe not today. But by the time I get back down for a visit, mark my words. I’ll fit.”

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That was two weeks ago. Two days after he left I got a package from a lovely sex shop in London he had taken me to once or twice before. In it were three progressively larger butt plugs. Each was a plain, stainless steel tear drop shape. The smallest had a red ‘X’ on the end of the stopper, the next a black ‘X’, and the largest has a pretty emerald colored jewel. There was a note with them:

X = 3 days, at least 2 total hours/day

X = 4 days, at least 2 total hours/day

Gemstone = 7 days, at least 2 total hours/day, work up to 1 hour blocks of time

See you in two weeks cunt. xoxo

The first day was rough. Even the smallest plug was larger than any I currently owned. I found if I came once, and put my clit vibrator to high, I could relax enough to get it in. I tried to wear it as long as I could, but I ended up with several short spurts to equal my two hours.

The next few days weren’t so bad. Even moving up to the black ‘X’ size wasn’t as difficult as I had feared. Sir texted and told me to take a picture. He has colored the ends so he could tell which one I was wearing; I had wondered why they all didn’t look the same. He was happy with my progress, but warned me that the last size jump would be hard. His vote of confidence that I would be good to go when he saw me was not longer reassuring.

The day I first put the largest plug in I cried. And considering that I didn’t cry when I broke three fingers slamming my hand in the car door, that’s saying something. Even post-orgasm with the vibrator on it’s highest setting, it took me nearly ten minutes to put it in. I only wore it for another ten. There was blood. I called Sir bawling.

“I told you this was going to be difficult, but I wouldn’t ask you to do anything you weren’t capable of. Relax and give yourself an hour or so and try again.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

An hour and a half later it still hurt, a lot. But after getting it in place I was able to leave it for an hour. My body adjusted quickly after the initial pain.

The next few days didn’t help as I continued to struggled, but once in I could leave it with little pain as I went about my chores and regular work. I could feel it, but only insertion and removal were painful. My anxiety grew, however, as it was not his intention to very slowly put his cock in me and then stay perfectly still. I was worried how anything rough or even just regular movement would feel. The last thing I wanted was to safeword after all the work I had done.

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I wore the plug as he arrived on Friday evening. I had dinner prepared and his drink waiting for him. He had me bend over and present myself to him before we ate.

“I am happy you are wearing the plug to dinner, cunt. I appreciate your commitment to my pleasure.”

He snapped his fingers and I sat down on the floor next to him. All that I laid out for myself was a napkin. Tonight he decided to feed me rather than give me a plate. It was a welcome gesture as I’m sure he could feel my nervousness.

He decided to wait on dessert, so I put the cheesecake in the fridge and we went upstairs. He told me to remove the plug. When I reentered the bedroom his dress shirt and tie were on the chaise and he was throwing his socks in my hamper. I would wash them in the morning.

He pulled the large bottle of lube from the drawer in my bedside table. I was ordered to grab a vibrator and get into position on the bed. With a mixture of excitement and dread I just wanted it over. I wanted to be everything he wanted. My mind was racing so much I opened the wrong drawer twice trying to get my vibrator.

When I climbed on the bed I shaking. He rubbed my breasts and arms as he turned me around and pushed me out into the bed. He pulled me arms around my back and told me to hold myself open for him. The lube was cold and it felt like he was using half the bottle. I was going to make a snarky comment, but then I felt the pressure of his cock against my skin. I knew there wouldn’t be the slow entries that I had given myself with the plugs. All I could do was relax as much as possible as he grabbed my hips. I took a sharp intake of breath as he pushed his tip in an squeezed my hips with both hands.

“There’s a good girl. See, what did I tell you? If there’s no way, create one.”

Wicked Wednesday for post Stockpiled Cravings

Spoiled in the Sun

“Take off your pants.”

I think I mumbled a ‘Yes, Sir’ as I fumbled with my sweatpants drawstring and crawled into bed.

“You left your underwear on.”

“Oh, sorry Sir.” My underwear came off with more of a struggle than I want to admit. My knee high socks stayed on. I flopped (yes, that is the correct verb) on the bed and sighed at the comfort of our flannel sheets. One of the things I love about winter is flannel in all it’s forms. I sighed again as he covered me up with my lovely aftercare blanket. I caressed it like the the security blanket it was. Smelling the previous night’s scene immediately made my muscles relax. Sir crawled up on the bed and began massaging my legs. After shoveling snow for an hour this morning and two hours this afternoon I was sore and exhausted. His kisses and gentle rubbing up my legs were bliss after my time out in the cold.

“I will pick up the kids. I will sort out something for dinner. I will move the laundry. If, and only if, you go to your happy place right now (I have a rough life). Close your eyes. You are laying outside in the sun. You are nice and warm on your oversize sofa with your blanket. You stretch out as the sun’s rays hit every inch of your gorgeous naked body.”

I was so busy listening to his calming mantra that I wasn’t paying attention to his movements. His tongue flicked my clit and I practically sat straight up. Quickly returning to my happy place I sank into the sheets. His rhythm was slow and steady as I stretched up into each lick. My body arched into his hands as they caressed my nipples and stroked my stomach. My first orgasm was quick, though I tried to hold off. Luckily, my orgasms were the point of the exercise, so only a small amount of begging was required.  After that first rush, I settled into his sensual pace. He found a motion and a nipple pinch pressure that I would have happily suffered for hours. The perfect mixture of torture and calm. I came several more times before he left me completely spent. I curled up as he tucked me in with the duvet. I cuddled with my security blanket like a teddy bear and faded out of consciousness.

Waking up thirty minutes later after a glorious power nap made my day. Nothing is so beautiful as waking up in the middle of the afternoon wearing nothing buy knee high socks and cuddling with the dog and your aftercare blanket. The focus of his attentions making the cold and sore of my morning labors entirely worth it.

Soft Lips

They are both there to pick me up from the airport. We have been chatting for months, and they know my real name. But I enter the luggage claim I immediately see them holding a sign that just says, ‘Rye’. All the nervousness I felt on the plane just melted away. I want to run into his arms, but I contain my excitement as I wheel my suitcase over. Jack and Jill’s smiles match my own as I get close.

As soon as ‘hi’s and hugs are exchanged we all begin to feel the radiating sexual energy between us. There is a lot you can’t feel until you stand next to a person, and we were feeling it all at once. The three of us actually just stand in silence for a few moments as we acclimate to the rush. I think each of us were undressing the other and wondering if anyone in the baggage claim would notice if we jumped one another right there. Jill was the first to break as she rubbed her hand down Jack’s chest.

“As much as we are both eager to get you home, you must be starving. There is a great cafe near the house.” She grabs my arm and he takes my suitcase.

“Thanks, that sounds wonderful. I had a soda on the plane, but honestly, I was too nervous to eat.”

“We are just glad you could come visit for a few days. And even though Jack is planning a nice dinner, I have a feeling we will be distracting him for awhile before he starts cooking, so we can’t have you hungry.” She grinned at me as she gave me a quick peck on the cheek. After my nerves of the morning, I was surprised how calm the kiss made me. So calm that I stopped and grabbed her hand. The other caught her neck as I pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. Her lips are as soft as I imagined them. I want to sink into them and let them keep me warm for the entirety of my three day stay.

I let out a little moan as she pulls back and squeezes my hand. Her eyes practically twinkle as she gives me an adorable smirk.

Jack wraps his arms around both our waists. “Let’s get you some food and get you home. If you keep that up we won’t even make it to the car.”

Lunch is amazing. I have no clue what I ordered, but it’s yummy. We talk about kids and jobs. Living on near opposite sides of the country and how cold it is back home. We talk about Sir and how amazing he is for letting me do this. It’s a big step for us and having his blessing is essential. I know they respect that. We inhale our food as we talk. Trying not to rush too obviously, but I think the waitress is worried we will dine and dash. As she processes the checks we just stare at one another. Letting that sexual energy build again like it had in the airport. My body tingles the short drive to the house. And I feel like a school girl running up to your front door. Jill walks sultrily behind me, such grace in her obvious sexuality. Jack has my suitcase and laughs at the two of us. Completely different in many ways and exactly the same in others.

After the rush to get in the door, things calm as we grab a drink. I need to change out of my traveling clothes as they smell of airport. Jack shows me to their bedroom and their master bath. He sets my suitcase next to the bed; no question about where I’ll be sleeping then. I try to refresh my face with a splash of cool water, and I use the opportunity to change into something a lot sexier and slightly less comfortable. I reach into my suitcase to pull out a beautiful purple bra and thong set I bought especially for the trip. Next to the set is a message from Sir. He’s proud of me for being honest about my needs. He wants me to have great time and he loves me.

It is exactly what I needed to hear from him. I put on my sexy underthings with renewed confidence. Determined to enjoy this trip and whatever comes of it.

I walk into the kitchen in my new ‘outfit’. Jack and Jill are kissing up against the sink, apparently a break from getting the wine glasses out of the cupboard. I walk up behind them and kiss the back of Jill’s neck. Her surprise at this new set of lips is minimal. She reaches behind to rub my stomach and pull me into her. When she realizes that I don’t have a shirt on she stops to turn around and look at me. Both she and Jack smile when they see my change of clothes.

“That bra makes your tits look amazing”.

“I bought it just for you”.

“Love that color on you. Too bad it won’t stay on much longer”.

And then we are a mass. Just pure sexual energy. We quickly move to the den and a leather sectional. I am not the only one with gorgeous underwear as I remove Jill’s shirt to find a turquoise bra. I want to remove it to release her luscious breasts, but I also want to steal it as I want my boobs to look that good too. Our eyes connect as we help each other remove clothes and we continue to touch one another as we turn to Jack. His smile grows as we move toward him together. She begins to unbutton his pants and I kiss my way up his neck. He pulls me up to his face and holds my hair as I melt into him. His moans let me know that Jill has relieved him of his clothes. I kiss slowly down his chest to join her. Our tongues connect randomly as we both lick and suck his enormous cock. His hands rub our backs as he watches us. Soon, his legs stiffen and he has to move or have the first orgasm of the day. He chooses the former and moves behind Jill. She pulls me in front of her. We keep kissing as he slams into her. Our teeth click and we moan together. She kisses down my chest, stopping to suck on my nipples and move my legs so that I straddle her. I watch Jack’s face as fucks her and grabs her hair. Soon Jill makes her way down to my throbbing clit. Her tongue is soft and the ramming force from Jack’s thrusts quickly bring me to orgasm. She continues to softly lick and kiss my clit as she and Jack cum together. Their simultaneous moans make me smile.

As the only one who can walk, Jack quickly returns from the kitchen with the abandoned wine glasses. The couch becomes a puddle of cuddles and clinking glasses. We continue kissing and holding each other. I feel so comfortable with them; I had worried about being awkward or self-conscious. They are so loving and comfortable though, it all melts away. The afternoon continues with more cuddles and enough orgasms to satiate even me. After a lovely shower together Jack starts dinner while Jill and I curl up on the couch.

“What do you want to watch?”

“I’m not picky, and my plan is to make out with you, so I’m not sure my opinion should matter. I’m yours for the next few days.”

“And we do intend to take full advantage of that. How about some Doctor Who? You haven’t seen the most recent episode have you? If you have, don’t tell me what happens.”

“Ummm, I have a confession to make. I’ve never actually seen an episode of Doctor Who.”

“Wait, what? Ever? The most recent doctor, or any of them?”

“Any of them. Please don’t send me home.”

“JACK!” Jack ran in. He’s naked except for an apron around his waist and even that doesn’t hide his already recovering erection. “Hon, we have an emergency. She has never seen Doctor Who. We have three days to educate this tragically deprived woman.”

“Sex and Doctor Who marathon, got it.” He turns to walk back into the kitchen, showing off his bare ass as he goes.

Jill walks over and give me a slow deep kiss like I gave her at the airport. “We will take care of you, my lover. You will leave on Sunday a new woman in more ways than one.”