Double (triple) Dare

Cuddled up in bed one night we talked about the wildest things we’d done before we met. He’d had a threesome with his ex and a mutual friend. He described the scene as he left his friend to take his ex…more of a sharing and possession thing. He didn’t stay to watch.

My only threesome experience had been a little surreal. The man I was with asked me one evening if I would be interested in the experience. Whether it was the wine talking or some deep desire to try I don’t know…but I agreed. Since we had met through an online dating site, we agreed to try to pick some of the men on there and see if we could find any. It really wasn’t hard. We searched for men online within 10 miles, messaged about 6 and quickly got someone who agreed to come and join us. The guy in question turned up and I answered the flat door wearing a basque, hold-ups and stilettos. He undressed and joined us in my partner’s bed. He was clearly aroused…and my partner offered him first or second in a kind of matey way…he chose first…and fucked me quickly, coming within minutes, while my partner held me from behind. Then, he rolled over and muttered

‘Well if you don’t mind you two seem pretty into each other, so I’ll go now’

And dressed without washing, walked out into the night. Not quite the erotic experience we’d expected, though the anticipation was in itself enough.

So, this time we agreed it was to be a more planned event. I was to find someone through the internet, but to set a date rather than look for immediate fulfilment. The idea was that I had control over who to ask, but that I was not allowed to speak to the person in question or to see a photograph of them.

The man I found chatted to me on the internet. He told me that he was a regular at some of the London swingers clubs, that he had a partner who enjoyed that lifestyle and that they both enjoyed playing with other people when it suited them. He offered to call me and he offered to send me a photograph but I declined both. I wanted the thrill of the unexpected. I did have a description and I knew from his chat that he was reasonably articulate and could at least spell. That was enough.

The venue was to be my flat in West London, a high ceilinged Victorian mock gothic affair. My living room was dramatic with floor to ceiling red velvet curtains and a gold brocade covered chaise lounge. My bedroom small but private, with a large double bed taking up much of the room. I made sure the bed had fresh white bed linen, the living room had red roses on the table and white lilies in front of the fireplace. I lit scented candles so that the entire flat smelt of lavender and musk.

I bathed and prepared myself, rubbing body lotion on my arms and legs and baby oil onto my breasts and cunt. I put on make-up, strong red lipstick, mascara and black kohled eyes and dressed as suggested by my partner. Black hold-ups, a very short black leather skirt, a black basque, stiletto heels, a small silver choker round my neck. Then I poured myself a glass of champagne. I heard my partner returning and poured a glass for him too.

We had about half an hour to ourselves and played gently…no fucking, just fingers teasing and tormenting each other, lips playing and arousing each other, sipping champagne, nibbling on flesh. No fucking. I don’t know which of us was more nervous, which more excited.

The door bell rang; I hesitated before going to answer. Our guest was slightly built, clean and well dressed. He smelt faintly of fresh sweat, an honest clean smell. I offered him champagne but he refused…though he looked approvingly at me. I can’t remember how it started but I found myself kneeling on the chaise lounge sucking my partner…while our guest was fingering me. I was fucked. I remember being fucked with one man in my mouth, trying my best to concentrate on him, while becoming increasingly distracted by the cock in my cunt. I remember a swap at a certain point, cum spilling down my face and over my breasts. I remember one man pushing his cock into my arse. I don’t remember how it ended or how many times they came or how many times I came. It wasn’t like that - it was seamless, continuous and endless. I loved it.

Afterwards our guest showered and thanked us both. He offered to take us with him to the swingers clubs he used. He offered to take us both or me alone. But, something about that seemed tacky at the time. When he had left, my partner ran a bath for me and washed me gently, dried me and put me into the unused bed. Then bathed himself before joining me in bed. We held each other and slept.