M ~ Mr. Ménage à Trois

threesome
Dear Mr. Ménage à Trois,

You transformed a potentially awkward situation into a highly erotic one. I remember how familiar it felt to hang out with you and your friend. It must have been pretty clear to him that we were about to hook up; your hand just a little too high on my thigh, my legs thrown across your lap, your lips often in my neck. It was obvious. Yet it wasn’t obvious to me that he was planning on joining us.

Your careful touches became greedy as soon as he left to go home. Before I knew it, I was stripped of my pants, your lips on my sex. I’d been fantasizing about the hard metal of your tongue stud on my clit all night, and finally got to experience the foreign feel. Still half dressed, my back arched in pleasure, the sound of the door opening startled me. Your friend was stood in the door opening, looking at me: half naked, frozen mid arch and mid moan. Panting, my heart pounding of arousal and embarrassment, I waited for him to leave. Or you to stop. But neither happened. Slowly I started to realize what was happening as he locked eyes with me, walked over to us and after I gave a slight nod of consent removed the remainder of my clothes. It was the first time I indulged in the bliss of having four hands touching me, two mouths exploring me, and feeling two men desire me.

I was astounded when some of my female friends responded to this adventure as if I had been taken advantage of. Exploited even. Apparently the image of me with two men conjures up a rather pornographic image. As if erotic desire is reserved only for twosomes. As if three naked bodies entwined with each other couldn’t possibly convey sensuality. Admittedly, it wasn’t all soft, sensuous and considerate. It wasn’t just my heart pounding that night. The raw lust, nails digging in flesh, moans smothered by kisses, and touches I couldn’t tell were initiated by whom, consumed me. But not a second did you make me feel like I was being used. When my lips weren’t expressing ecstasy, they formed a smile. And they still do whenever my mind wanders back to that night.

A kiss to both of you,

Ms. Alphabet

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