Threesome

When we lived in Indiana, we were pretty involved in our local kink community. It wasn’t just something we attended occasionally. It was woven into our social life, our friendships, and honestly into the evolution of our dynamic. We had people. We had places. We had connection.

When we moved here five and a half years ago, as I’ve mentioned before, life shifted in all the expected ways. New jobs, new routines, kids getting older, responsibilities multiplying. Somewhere in that transition, finding a new community quietly slipped to the back burner. It wasn’t intentional, and it wasn’t dramatic. It just… happened.

And then recently, we finally decided to change that.

We found a local meet up and stopped making whatever excuses we were for not being able to make it and the three of us went… together. It turned out to be a group of people that were welcoming and inviting. We felt accepted and it was wonderful.  We told ourselves we would go and see how it was, maybe stay a couple of hours at most. We would be social, say hi and meet some people and head home at a reasonable time. The meet up started at 9pm, which already felt like a bold decision at this stage of life. If you’re over 45, you totally understand what I’m talking about! There was no scenario in my mind where we were closing anything down.

And yet, that is exactly what happened.

We ended up staying until the lights came on and the staff was clearly ready to lock the doors. What was supposed to be a quick pop in, turned into hours of easy conversation, laughter, and that familiar comfort that comes from being around people who just get it. There is something powerful about not having to over explain your dynamic or soften the edges of who you are.

We met so many genuinely great people. It felt natural and unforced. Like stepping back into a version of ourselves that had been waiting patiently for us to circle back.

And just to make the night even more interesting, we left with a couple’s phone number. Apparently we are the kind of people who say we will be home by eleven and instead walk out at closing time with new connections in our pockets. 😁 Who am I kidding? I know that’s exactly who I am! I’m bold enough to ask for someone’s phone number when she tells me she wants marks on her ass! 

We came home a little tipsy and completely exhausted, laughed about how late it was, and crashed hard. For a brief moment I thought that was the end of the story.

It was not. 😜

We woke up early, before anyone else in the house was stirring, still carrying that buzz of connection and excitement. Maybe slightly hungover and running on very little sleep, we somehow found the energy to enjoy each other before the rest of the world woke up. There is something about feeling seen and energized socially that spills over into everything else. There is something special about morning sex. Our warm skin touching, especially feeling it from all over. Soft voices in your ear. Those good morning kisses. Soft kisses down my body, over my ass. A nice gentle tongue slipping between my cheeks to just tickle my asshole enough to make my squirm and giggle. “Dirty little fucker” I called him. I told him he was making me want a big hard cock in my pussy and if he wanted one there too he was going to have to make it hard so it could fill me up. So once we roused Jon and got him interested, he asked to taste me and if he could get my pussy ready. Of course I had to allow him. When his mouth eventually landed on my clit, I was already warm and ready to be filled up with his big cock. He was allowed to stay there for only a few moments and get some enjoyment. I know how much he loves to taste me and be covered in my juices. 

Once I made him stop, because it was my fucking turn, already! 😁 John and I pushed him over onto his back, next to me, and we both played with and stroked his cock to get him hard while John slid his fingers ever so slowly inside my silky warmth. Once Jon was good and ready, I climbed on top of him and rode his cock and talked to him all about how dirty of a slut John was because he was going to lick my asshole and tongue fuck my asshole while I had Jon’s big cock filling my pussy. At one point Jon even reached back and spread my ass for him so he could feel his cock sliding inside me with his tongue. As I rode Jon, I don’t recall much other than him whimpering something over and over about me stopping because he was going to cum. All I know is I rode his cock until he was about to cum and then pulled right up to the tippy top of his dick so he could cum at the now used opening to my pussy, then just out enough to slide it up to my asshole so John had plenty of mess to clean up. It was pretty amazing! 

The three of us laid on the bed, breathing heavy, saying things like “oh my god that felt so good when…” and “fuck that was nice” and making sure to ask each other, “are you good?” We laid there talking and calming down together with some aftercare for a little while. We all know how important aftercare is and the checking in. 

Finding a community again didn’t seem that important at first but after going this past weekend, I can say, it feels pretty important. After five and a half years, it feels really good to say we might finally be finding our place here.

I hope our friendships continue to grow. 

Michele

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I recently had another opportunity to experience being the cuckold. I am the boyfriend and I was cuckolded by the husband. Isn’t that the way this is supposed to work? In our relationship it is, at least some of the time. The reality is that neither Jon or I are “Bulls,” we are both submissive to Michele and we do what she wants. On this particular day she wanted to be filled by a big cock. So, I got to be the one to get everyone ready and clean up after.

Michele and Jon were on the bed naked, I was not only locked in my steelheart but I stayed clothed, there was no need for me to be naked. I wasn’t being used for anything more than a tool in their desire. It started by Michele instructing me to lick her pussy, while I stroked Jon’s cock, getting them both ready for the sex we were all eagerly awaiting. I quickly got into position between Michele’s legs and started licking her pussy. It didn’t take long at all to get her nice and wet. The hardest part for me was stopping. I love licking her pussy so much and want to give her an orgasm so badly but that is not what I was there for either. While I was licking Michele’s pussy, I was stroking Jon’s cock with my right hand. I don’t know if it was my hand on his cock or just the thrill of watching us but it was pretty hard when Michele was ready. I used my mouth to gently wet the tip of his cock with my tongue as my lips were wrapped around the tip. Jon was definitely ready to go after that.

They were both ready, so I helped guide Jon’s cock into Michele’s wet, waiting pussy. I say I guided it but, really, they were both very ready so it didn’t take much. Then, I sat to the side quietly where I had a good view of what was happening and watched as Michele had a nice orgasm and came on Jon’s big, hard cock.

Once Michele was satisfied she told Jon to fill her pussy with cum. She said she wanted to feel him cum deep inside her. Jon was happy to oblige and quickly filled her with a large load of hot cum. Jon hadn’t been allowed to orgasm in quite some time so his balls were very full of cum. As he pulled out, I positioned myself for my turn. I moved to a kneeling position at the foot of the bed. His cock was covered with cum, his and Michele’s. She can really cum a lot and I could tell that she did. I took a minute to clean Jon off first. I started by licking the cum off the shaft of his cock, starting near the base and ending with my tongue on the tip of his cock. Then I wrapped my hand around the base and pulled towards the tip. A nice big drop of cum came out of the tip of his dick. It was actually more than just a drop, it was enough that it was about to drip off the end. I couldn’t let that happen so I quickly licked the cum off the tip and wrapped my lips around the head of his still hard, very large cock. With my tongue just resting on his frenulum, I again used my hand to pull any remaining cum that was in his cock out onto my tongue and into my mouth. I gently sucked as I pulled my lips from around the head of his cock to make sure nothing was left behind. It’s possible that I was also trying to give Jon one last little bit of pleasure before he was done. I’m pretty sure he was left wanting a little more.

I wanted a little more too. A lot more actually, so I turned to Michele who was laying on her back now near the end of the bed. Michele wanted more, too and had enough waiting, she told me it was time to take care of her. I started, as I often do, by using my tongue to take nice long licks starting below the opening of her pussy and working up to her clit. I widened my tongue out and took gentle but firm licks to make sure I got any cum that might be trying to drip down and escape my reach. After that was under control I moved my attention up to her clit, licking and gently sucking making sure I got any cum that might still be there. I usually try to make sure to focus there since it is so enjoyable. Then I moved back down to the opening of her pussy, covered her opening with my mouth and tried to lick the cum out of her hole. At this point, Michele pushed all the sex out of her pussy into my waiting mouth covering my tongue with a mixture of her cum and his. I’m pretty sure we both enjoyed this very much.

Once Michele was cleaned up I tried to continue to lick her pussy for as long as she would let me. Sometimes she will cum on my tongue again, giving me even more to clean up and the incredible satisfaction of bringing her pleasure. Other times she will simply tell me I’ve been a “good boy” and it’s “time to be done” because I am, after all, her cum slut and there to clean up. 

After we were done, they got dressed, and we all went and sat on the couch in the living room to relax and recover. I basked in the wonderful sub space I was in. I am sure I had a big smile the rest of the day.

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John

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Sitting here, enjoying the morning, listening to my wife having sex with her boyfriend in the next room, my mind drifts back to memories of John’s last visit…

Michele had been hinting throughout the day Saturday that she might be interested in “spending some time with John and me” before bed. The excitement only grew when she had us close the door as we entered the bedroom (we’re parents & we’re careful 😂). And when Michele took out the key to John’s cage, we both got excited.

Very often, sex with the three of us consists of Michele having sex with me, and John following up on cleanup duty. But this time, Michele made it clear that she wanted to have both of us that night. “You can get me ready for Jon’s big thick cock… ” Michele said to John; turning to me, she continued, “… and you can use my boyfriend’s cum as lube to fuck my pussy.”

My hard cock twitched in her hand, confirming my excitement.

Michele’s pussy was near dripping wet as John took his position above her. Looking at me, she said, “Can you help my boyfriend get his cock into my pussy?” Without hesitation, I snuck my hand in between the two of them, wrapping my hand around the base of John’s cock. After giving him a few gentle strokes, I helped line up his cock with Michele’s glistening opening. He slid in easily, and the back of my hand got soaked as I helped push him balls deep within her.

It didn’t take him long to start moaning and trembling – Michele’s pussy does feel really good, after all (something I’m definitely going to miss over the next few months… months?!?). My hand stayed wrapped around the base of his cock as he thrusted into her, the back of my hand quickly becoming wet with Michele’s pussy juice. Michele was talking dirty to John, but I wasn’t really focusing on it – I wanted to feel his cock cum inside her.

John started to moan louder, and I felt his cock pulse in my hand as he filled my wife’s pussy with his cum. I could tell Michele was squeezing him, milking his cock with her muscles. He got up after a few moments, leaving her pussy a cum filled mess. “OK, big boy,” she said to me as she patted me on the back. “Your turn to fill me up.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

My cock slid into her easier than usual – the combo of John’s cock opening her up and his cum lubing up my shaft did wonders, but she was still tight around me. As I slowly fucked her, she looked at John and told him that I was still stretching her, even after he had taken his turn. He seemed to be liking the mild humiliation, as I could swear I saw his cock twitch and start to harden again.

It also didn’t take me long to get close to cumming – as I said before, Michele’s pussy feels really good. I asked if I was allowed to cum, and she said, “of course… make a nice mess for my boyfriend to clean up.” My orgasm arrived within moments, adding a second load of cum to her already filled pussy.

After I got up, Michele directed John to her pussy. He nearly dove in, feasting on the combined sex of the three of us. His cum, my cum, and her pussy must have mixed to make the richest of tastes – you’ll have to ask in the comments for him to describe it 😉 He eagerly licked Michele’s pussy as I kissed her and let my hands roam over her body. The intensity of the situation built up so much for her that she came, trembling as she pulled John’s head into her pussy and me deeper into a kiss with her.

So, as you can see, we’ve come a very long way from our first encounters that the three of us described. It wasn’t easy, and there were certainly some bumps in the road, but we were able to get this far by focusing on openness and communication. There’s no way we could make this work without it.

Well, I would love to write more and describe some other things that happened that weekend… but I think I hear my name being called. 😁

Being long distance means staying connected in our kinky dynamic can be a challenge at times. One of the ways we manage that is through a group chat. Most days it is light and sporadic. Some casual conversation, a bit of kinky talk, and sometimes a small task for one of us subs. Other times it is simply checking in and staying present with one another.

Then there are nights like last night. Hours of nonstop conversation. Much of it kinky, and some of it very kinky. We use this time to talk openly about our wants and desires. Part of that includes revisiting memories of things we have already experienced together, usually focusing on one or two moments at a time.

It gives us space to share what we especially enjoyed or what left us craving to experience it again. Pictures often get exchanged, and quite frequently some are taken in real time to show just how strongly one of us, or all of us, are reacting to the conversation.

Clearly one of us was enjoying the conversation

We also spend time talking through fantasies. Sometimes we build on ones that are already part of our regular dynamic.

This often includes the person who first imagined the fantasy expanding it based on real life experience, while the others add their own perspectives. I particularly love discovering new things about myself through the fantasies of others. Just when I think I have a solid understanding of my own desires, I realize they were only the beginning. I love learning about myself and the people I care about, and I cannot think of a more intimate way to do that than through shared desire, honest conversation, and genuine care for one another. The opportunity to understand ourselves and each other more deeply is a beautiful thing.

As much fun as it is to relive past experiences, these conversations are also a space to share new fantasies. Some are ones we have never spoken out loud before, while others form naturally as the discussion unfolds.

As excitement builds, we encourage each other to explore and lean into those desires. It almost always leads to the same question by the end of the night.

How soon are you going to be here again?

Thank you for allowing me to share. As always we love feedback, please leave a comment or send us an email

John

Both M and John described their experiences of the first time the three of us were together. While I won’t repeat all of the details they covered (hey…. I gotta milk you for the cross clicks, don’t I🤣), I did want to share some of the thoughts and feelings I was having during that first time.

One of the interesting things was how strange and weird it felt to have another person involved with M and me during sex…. but also how normal and natural it was. Over the last handful of years, I’ve tried to adopt the “if it turns you on, then why not” philosophy; this definitely fell into that category. And, from the way M was reacting to the attention from both of us, she was very turned on.

There was some initial unavoidable awkwardness – M was clear that she didn’t have much interest in John and I having contact with each other, and it took a little extra effort to negotiate our way around the bed. But all of that faded away once my cock started sliding into M’s pussy. It felt so good, and knowing that I was going to get to cum for the first time in what had to have been months most likely – I was just supremely happy to get that release. It was also very interesting to see how excited M got when John was licking the cum out of her pussy – i definitely gave him plenty to lap up, as you have seen from the pictures in the previous posts!

The bottom line for me was that it worked out okay: to be fair, it wasn’t a mind blowing sexual experience; but it was better than expected considering the newness of it all. And I was also glad that it wasn’t a huge mess of things…

The only mess involved was my cum and M’s pussy juice, but John took care of cleaning that up 😉

This is my perspective Of Madam Allure’s post So This Is What “What If” Looks Like

First off we did a lot of talking leading up to this. Mostly via group chats in the weeks (months, maybe) before we were actually together. Then we talked more in person. We wanted to make sure that each one of us felt safe. That we all knew that we had an “out,” essentially, we had a safeword that stopped everything if any of us felt at all uncomfortable with what that was happening. There was also discusion about limits, so we had a good understanding of what each other was willing, and wanting, to do.

We’ve mentioned before about the importance of expectations so that was another thing we talked a lot about.  One of these expectations was that we knew, M was dominant and she was in charge, I was submissive to M, and cagedmonkey was submissive to M. There was no direct interaction between cagedmonkey and me.

The most important expectation was that there was no expectation. Unless it felt right, and was organic, nothing was going to happen at all. Even though we had ideas of what we would like there was no “scene” and no script. Which was good because it would have been broken as soon as we started. Instead we followed M’s lead and we did what felt right, what felt good. And it felt really good!

I can remember that first night when we went to bed. At first this wasn’t about anything sexual, it was just the process of getting in bed. I remember that feeling of being the outsider (we were in their room, in their house) so I don’t know the “normal” routine, if anything is normal at this point. Anyway, we are all in the room, cagedmonkey was standing near his side of the bed, M was standing near her side of the bed. I was standing near the foot of the bed on M‘s side. M got undressed and was standing there naked. Then cagedmonkey got undressed and was standing there naked, except for his Jailbird of course. So there I was thinking isn’t this an unusual position to be in. To them this was perfectly normal. For me, well, not so much. So, I did what seemed appropriate. I got undressed.

And there we were, all three of us standing together naked getting in to the same bed, cagedmonkey on his side, M in the middle, and me on what would normally be M’s side. Normal, right? Well, oddly, it was normal. It just felt right. I have used a lot of words to describe this but I think it is important. The fact that it felt normal and comfortable is what allowed everything that followed to just flow so well. And it has ever since. I feel that we were very fortunate to have established a solid foundation from the beginning, something that we could continue to build on.

M did a great job of describing the sex that we shared that night. I would like to expand on how one of my biggest fantasies was fulfilled. I have fantasized about being “the cleanup boy” for as long as I can remember. I’ve been around a while so this has been a very deep desire of mine for possibly 40 years, maybe longer. It was amazing to watch M get her pussy filled with a very large cock. I was laying beside them and holding M as she came on that really nice big cock. I could feel the excitement of knowing what was coming next. Knowing that this has gone beyond a fantasy, I could briefly savor the reality of what was happening. Now I am watching as that big cock was sliding in and out of an already very wet pussy and I could tell that very soon he too would be cumming hard. I could feel as her pussy was filled with cum. And a lot of it. Cagedmonkey had not been allowed to cum for a long time before this and he emptied his very full balls in to her.

It was time for my fantasy to be fulfilled. Cagedmonkey pulled out and M directed me to clean up her messy pussy. This was the ultimate for me. To be told (instructed?, allowed?) to lick her freshly fucked pussy until every drop of sex was cleaned up. Hers, his, mine – all of it. And there was a lot. I could see how wet M was, and I could see cum dripping from her pussy. I didn’t waste any time getting started with big long licks so I would catch every drop before it dripped down and was lost. Then I was able to spend some time really enjoying having my face in M’s pussy. It was during this time that she pushed the cum that was in her pussy out and on to my tongue and in to my eagerly waiting mouth. Eventually I had to stop, most likely told to stop. I didn’t want it to end. I had been in subspace from the beginning but now I was in even deeper. I felt like I was floating having had such an amazing fantasy made real. I absolutely love that when I think of this now rather than a fantasy it is a memory of a very real, very amazing event.

After we were done we all checked in with each other. Individually and as group. And as we all came down out of our “space” we continued to check in. We spent time immediately after and over the next several days doing the very important work of caring for each other and understanding how we all felt.

So what’s next? Well a lot. I am looking forward to sharing so many fantasies that we each had and how we have been going about fulfilling them.

I hope you have enjoyed hearing another point of view. Please comment or email if you have questions or would like to know more.

John

I wanted to chat about the first time the three of us were together, sexually… Mostly because I know a lot of you want to hear the juicy deets! (do people still say that word.? Lol) I do think it’s important for you to hear about how we got to that point. You know we like to keep the “real life” aspect of this blog so that’s what you all will get. In real life you don’t just hop in bed with two men for the first time and do all kinds of sexy stuff.
Since you all are blessed with having all three of us write on this blog, I’m hoping the guys will come and give their thoughts on this, as well. I can only give you my point of view, obviously!


When we started all this I remember the three of us talking a lot. You guys know how much we have talked in the past about the importance of communication. It really is the most basic and fundamental part of any relationship, even one like this. Of course our conversations took a turn to a sexual nature, how could they not? I can remember talking (I guess you could call it fantasizing) about cuckolding – in a lot of different ways. We talked about forced voyeurism, where we would tie cagedmonkey to a chair and force him to watch, while John and I had sex. I started telling the boys about a fantasy I wanted to fulfill. I had always thought about having sex doggy style, over top of someone’s face. The thought of our sex dripping down onto and being rubbed onto someone’s face while they eagerly waited to clean up the mess that was inevitable. Ok, writing this is getting me thinking about it and  it’s making me quiver.

Anyway, I know you’re waiting to hear how the three of us ran immediately to the bedroom, stripped naked and got in position, right? You’re thinking John standing behind my big beautiful round ass and my husband waiting beneath the two of us… Just watching as his cock about to slide in my wet, waiting pussy. Ok well I hate to break it to you but it wasn’t really like that. Yes, at some point we went to bed, all in the same bed, and yes the three of us all got naked.

However, nothing happened immediately. We talked some, I  touched them some and we talked more. I got out my keys, for both guys, and let them both out so we could play, freely, if it felt right. We talked about things we COULD do and things that sounded hot. Mostly we talked about how we would all feel if one or the other were to be having sex with me in front of the other? We talked about how I was going to need to be worked up and made ready for sex. So… I had each of the guys take turns licking my pussy which was very new for me and yes kinda awkward! We made sure to check in to see if we were still all ok, throughout.

After a bit more talking, I guided cagedmonkey up on top of me, missionary, and allowed him to slide his big cock inside me. One of the other things we had talked about in general was having a “clean up toy” or basically someone to clean up the sex, and that’s exactly what happened that night. Hubby and I had sex, John basically watched, he and I kissed, touched, I stroked his cock and then as a reward for being so good he got to clean up the mess. It felt awesome, amazing, insane, scary, and even nervewracking all at once!

None of it was perfect like you’d see in a porn film. In fact it was probably pretty awkward to watch lol. I know I was very worried that I made a mistake with both guys and they both would be upset with me. Oh I had so much going through my head after… That can be another post about mental health on its own but in the moment it felt all kinds of things but good trumped them all. We all did good aftercare, we checked in with each other as a group and individually, multiple times.

The most important thing to remember here is that this all may not go exactly as anyone plans but you really do just need to communicate and things can still turn out good.


If you made it this far, I can’t wait to tell you how much things have changed and how some things haven’t!


Until then, thanks for reading!