The Triad Continued…

As we navigate our way through this relationship, I’m grasping better the roles that each of us play in this dynamic.  Our foreplay doesn’t always happen in the bedroom.  It’s as much an intellectual pursuit as it is sexual.  I’m also learning  I’m the facilitator in many regards.  I bring a clarity to the differences in this relationship and I manage to steer all of us in directions that we may not realize we need to go.  It’s not one of manipulation but of seeing things from an objective viewpoint and helping all of us comprehend the complexity and beauty of a triad relationship.  Maybe there’s something that pushes a button of someone else or a misunderstanding of intent or desire.  In some ways, I’m the glue that holds the triad together, at other times, the “Swiss army knife”, finding that correct tool to make things work or to fix a minor problem before it becomes a large one.  We all possess something in this though.  For “N”, it’s an intellectual insight into a life that we have not been involved in many years.  For “E”, it’s managing the expectations; desires, sexual, physical, intellectual and emotional.  We all have a place in this and have learned that frequent communication, especially after an intense night of sexual contact or possibly a mild tiff, is the absolute key to making this work.  Our communication may be a bit methodical, but it’s consistent and deep.  Our contact is consistent.  Either we’ll show up on a Friday and leave on a Monday or she’ll show Friday evening and leave Sunday afternoon.  Regardless, each morning, we’ve built a somewhat consistent routine of breakfast and an “after action report”, talking about what we did the night before, what we loved, what turned us on, our plans for the day, the next evening or whatever may work it’s way into our relationship.  We continue to find our discussion afterwards as intense as the sexual component the night before.  And more often than not, that serves as the foreplay for the next afternoon and evening.

Sex is a major part of this triad.  It’s not the only thing but it’s the component that binds us in so many ways.  We share a man and in turn, he does his best to sexually pleasure us.  Maybe individually, maybe together. it may seem hedonistic and in many regards, it certainly can be.  But there’s an element of intellectual sexuality, where the mind plays a starring role and we find ourselves motivated by the curiosity, the passion, the security and the comfort as much as the orgasm.

We’re now settling into our roles but also realize that there’s an evolution of those roles and at times, one person may intentionally stray into another person’s role because they have unique experiences or insight that helps the other two.  Regardless, the joy of this triad continues to manifest itself each day, even when we’re apart.  We have a longing for her and she for us and we realize that the time in between being together does much to heighten the passion and desire.  It also makes us far more appreciative of the time spent outside the bedroom, in a museum or perusing galleries or going to a party or fine restaurant.  This is all part of the relationship and triad, it’s what makes it exciting and so worthwhile.

Orgasms. Times Three. 

I’m writing a very brief update to our blog. 

We’re getting custom made vampire fangs made for a party the end of this month. But last night was the coup de grace of sexual pleasure. 

After a wonderful evening at Radio City, we did dinner then back to her place for an evening of sex. As she rode his cock from on top, I straddled his mouth, taking every bit of sexual pleasure I could. As I leaned back into her, she cupped my breasts and kissed my neck. I then heard a deep, guttural growl as he began to explode inside her, causing her to reach orgasm and then causing me to reach climax 

I’ll write more later…

Naughty Details, part III

I’ve been remiss about updating details about our relationship. Do not take that as a lessening of excitement or passion. 

Our relationship is confined to weekends in person and a constant stream of one on one and group texts. The upside is that separation builds the tension in a good way. It makes the dirty talk during sex, raunchy. It makes the anticipation nearly unbearable. And it makes the inevitable sex even more exciting. 

We spent a long Labor Day weekend together. N came to our place for the first time and we had slight apprehension our suburban vanilla  lifestyle, so different from her urban sophistication, may stifle her interest. It didn’t. We found our interest is independent of where we were. It is fully dependent on the dynamic of pleasing a common person, of pushing our sexual limits. It’s also about the intellectual enjoyment of someone bright and articulate and curious. 

N migrated south towards Washington, DC the Friday before Labor Day. East coast weather is typically bipolar this time of year, alternating between warm days and cool nights to sweltering days and humid nights. This weekend was mostly the former.  We decided to go out that evening to a local spot for dinner only so we could climb into bed together quicker.  I need to fully admit something. We love sex and we love it more with her. I would rather order in and have hours of orgasms than go to a 3 star Michelin restaurant.  Our sex is that spectacular.  And all along I keep wondering if it’s possible for this to subside. There are no dull moments, no uncomfortable silences. It’s always stimulating.

My husband is the dominant in this relationship however that does not mean there are moments our pleasure is not first and foremost. Hardly. His desire to please is as strong as ours and this desire makes him no less a dominant. It’s that level of confidence and self assuredness that makes him the dominant figure in this triad. 

The evening was a bit of a blur and it’s impossible to remember the order in which things happened. I remember him taking N at some point, pushing his erection into her prior to her becoming fully wet and forcing it in. She loved it and the friction between her legs drove her wild. She fucks hard. She’s learned how to find the orgasms through internal stimulation and the discovery of her cervix, the length of his erection and ability to penetrate deep into her, making her hurt in that wonderful, aching way as his cock touches that little spot in her no others have touched. I’ve mentioned before that watching them have sex is like having my own personal porn show. I’m a voyeur at heart and being able to watch two people I care deeply for have intense sex and orgasms is an immense turn on for me. It gets me excited and wet. It makes the air thick with the smell of sex and I love that smell. I would turn on my little pink vibrator and just watch, sometimes becoming so engrossed in their sexuality that I’d literally forget to place the vibrator on my clit. 

What I also love is his voracious appetite for sex and the ability to make one of us cum and then take the other and make her cum. I love being on top, riding his erection facing away from him as N lowers herself onto his mouth for oral pleasure. I love that look and feel of my dominant under me striving for my pleasure and allowing us to take as much as we want. This is not sex. It’s nirvana. 

The sex is beyond intense and what makes it so wonderful is the length and intensity of the orgasms continues to grow. Even when it’s just my master and me, I’ve now had orgasms that made me weep with joy. How can I say that it’s not due to what’s happened the past two months? 

The rest of Friday evening, until we fell asleep, was better than we ever had with N. I knew that sometime in the early morning hours N would get fucked again. I looked forward to hearing the soft rustling of sheets, the whispers, the gentle rocking of the bed as N and my master would fuck. I mentioned that this was like having my own personal sex show but it was more than that. Porn is contrived. Sex between us is not. I do not care about watching girls falsely moan and act for a cameraman. I want to see the real thing. I want to see a man look into a woman’s eyes as he cums, I want to see the sensual exhaustion as she falls onto his chest, completely spent. 

As we drifted off that Friday I once again felt contentment and satisfaction about what just happened.  There is an easiness and comfort about being in a relationship where all parties strive for the happiness of the other two. 

Later that night I vaguely remember hearing N waking up for another round of sex. There’s a distinct pleasure in sharing someone with another. It makes the bond stronger between us all. It didn’t last as long as previous encounters but it was equally as sensual and I was turned on. When they finished I remember the scent of sex and I snuggled up to him as she lay her head on his chest. 

Our Saturday was a relaxing day with plans to go into the city to smoke a cigar. It’s not the phallic representation that turns me on but rather the represention of a dominant man in charge, a mob boss or politician or executive at the top. A man of confidence and control, knowing what he wants with his life and his woman. Or women. It gives me a sense of power and control. I’m the gatekeeper and you don’t get to him without going through me. Maybe it is phallic. I think so.  Sitting on that couch in the cigar bar, sharing that with my master and N makes me feel like a chess master. I’m playing this to perfection for all of us. 

It’s also our chance to dress for him. I don’t care what other women think. I care what he thinks. Part of the beauty of this relationship is the collaborative nature. I now have another woman to share ideas with, plan with, be intimate with and ultimately, please a man with. Most do not grasp the beauty of this arrangement nor will they ever. 

To be continued…

Latex

Latex

We’re having a splendid time in Aspen right now.  The weather is spectacular, the skiing unbelievable and the dining and shopping to die for.  And, as always, we’ve brought along our kink, managing to do a couple sessions while we’re here.  Tonight we’re headed to Matsuhisa which is one of the Nobu line of restaurants (several of which are in NYC). We’re having an unbelievable time and will have plenty of pictures!!   
   

Our Most Recent Trip to Manhattan…

The quality of submissives, slaves and cuckolds in Manhattan are unlike any other place.  Maybe it’s because of the sheer volume of people, which is quite likely a factor, but there’s also an openness about sexuality, fetishes and alternative lifestyles that you don’t see in other cities.

We met two new cuckolds, generous and quite submissive.  There’s nothing quite like getting a pathetic submissive so worked up and then denying him the pleasure he so craves.

Cuck #2, as we’ll call him for this writing, showed with flowers and a small gift.  Meeting at the bar, he presented his offering and asked permission to sit, which was granted in a very dismissive manner.  The bartender immediately noticed, as did the two patrons sitting just off to the corner.  Once allowed to sit, he was told to order a cranberry & vodka, no lime, which he did, all the while, playing the part magnificently.  His existence was a mere inconvenience because the Bull sitting across the room was the target of desire.

This was a man who could satisfy and as the evening progressed, they started to talk and became increasingly less concerned with the cuck and more intent on satisfying their hedonistic pleasures at the expense of this useless cuckold.

Upon arriving in the hotel room, the cuck was ordered to fluff the Bull, humiliating even further.  The Queen slowly raised the zipper that went from the hem of her skirt to the waist, exposing a panty-less ass.  The Queen’s heels, a finely crafted pair of Louboutin shoes, shined to perfection and a true indicator of the Queen’s sophistication.  As the cuck fluffed the Bull, she watched approvingly.  As she cinched the harness to her waist and thighs, she became aroused, reached over, grabbed the Bull by the back of the head and kissed him passionately, intentionally stepping on the cuck’s chest.

The cuck was ordered to get off the floor and bend over the bed.  The “do not disturb” sign was intentionally left off the door with the knowledge that the staff would pay an afternoon visit to make sure the room was clean.  This frightened and excited him both.  Once he was on the bed, the Queen positioned herself on all fours, with her pussy just inches from his face.  The Bull mounted her from behind, rhythmically and slowly pounding her and gradually pounding harder and harder until her ponytail swung from side to side and the cuck’s excitement grew to the point of orgasm.  She grabbed his throat with her gloved hand and squeezed, cutting off the air.

“You don’t breathe until he cums, so hope it happens soon”, she snarled at him, her fingers tightening.  Now, the Bull was pounding rapidly and more intensely and she could feel the beginning of her first orgasm.  Sessions like this typically brought on multiple and ever increasing orgasms, sometimes ten or more.  She exploded and immediately began to feel the next and the next and the next.  Now the cucks face was red because of the lack of oxygen and she gripped even harder and she felt the Bull’s cock starting to throb and the frequency of his thrusts slowing, indicating he was close to a massive explosion inside of her.  Within a minute, she felt that explosion and gripped the cuck’s neck even tighter telling him, “now you’re going to taste him” letting the cum drip from her pussy and onto his face.

And then he was ordered to leave.  “Maybe I’ll come home tonight, but not likely.  I’d rather spend it with a real man”.