Our First Threesome with our Fuck-Buddy: A Special Time

Airport terminals have a special place in my heart. Quite a few of my blogs feature them from my own first arrival in my new life in Germany, to the excited expectation of meeting my best friend, just so she and my man could fuck together. And then that memorable sensory experience of collecting our buddy alone, the time my man gave us permission to fuck. They are already powerfully emotionally loaded places, throw in sexual tension and you’re ready to explode with the intensity of your thrumming excitement.

Before we go there again, I want to give you a little background.

I’m taking you back to the very first time our buddy visited us, after we met at a mutual friend’s place to check the validity of our proposed threesome. I haven’t shared this before, because it feels so intensely personal, so tender in its new-born intimacy. I don’t know how better to put it than this; the day, the beginning, there was such careful gentleness between us then, in our opening up, our exposing of ourselves sexually to each other. It always felt like ours alone, it belonged just to us.

Last weekend, we reminisced about our first sexual encounter together. Though we knew each other well already, this new intimacy was something that we each approached with a level of care that was almost painful, and it was interesting to hear from them, how they were feeling in the moments, and to share how I felt. We pieced our first encounter back together through three sets of eyes and three sets of memories.

They said I could write about it, so here we are. I’ll take you there now, back to that day.

Airport Terminal

His plane had landed. We were standing there waiting for him, my hand clasped in yours. For me these moments in time are like passing through the centre of an hour-glass. You cannot see past this moment. You are riding the sands of anticipation. It has been a vortex sweeping you towards centre, consuming your thoughts completely for weeks. Then the moment arrives outlined in brilliant light. Feelings of fear and worry, lest things fail to work out are countered by overwhelming glee. By tremendous nerve-wracking excitement. 

My hand was sweating in your grip, my heart was beating up into my throat and butterflies were playing havoc with my stomach. I was a veritable mess of nervous energy. You squeezed my hand, caught my eye and grinned at me. 

“Be calm,” you whispered, though I could see that you yourself were anything but.

He was traveling light, one of the first ones out through the gate. He approached us and I remember thinking for the very first time “larger than life”, and how his proximity seemed to be directly related to the pressure of my blood beating through my body. A powerfully excited feeling of physical sickness. I suppose it was me dropping into fight or flight mode, facing the inexorable pull of that hour-glass moment.

Really Him

He smiled at you, and yeah, he did look a little uncertain of himself. You let my hand go and of course you just took him into your arms.

“Welcome, mate,” you said, stepping back from him and grinning. His mouth turned up further and he was grinning back at you. He turned then and held out his arm to me. 

In his memory of this moment, he was disbelieving still, that we were going to get it on at all. He was certain, when it got down to it, we’d chicken out, one of the three of us. He was struggling inside himself with the fact he was there at all, though he never mentioned it then.

I was most afraid that I wouldn’t be enough, the brutal truth, that he’d find me unattractive.

Stepping into his embrace, I laid my head against his chest and it was his tallness, his presence in space that affected me more than anything else. He felt so different to your warm familiarity. A different girth that my arms stretched around, a different area of his chest that my head rested against. After a second, his arm tightened around me, crushed me a little into him and I felt him sigh. And there was something about his height, his proportions. It’s gonna sound weird, I know, but his physicality and yeah, the space his presence took up just made me feel so calm in myself. All at once. And I know now, he felt it too.

We drove home, you entertaining us with chatter about things you thought he might like to hear and he relaxed, joined in your banter. It was just so good to listen to the two of you, this was way more relaxed than the last and only other time we had met in person. I remember being hit by waves of relief that just kept breaking over me. Yeah, I think I was already feeling properly delighted on our way home.

How IT Began

We didn’t rip our clothes off the moment we got through the door. It kinda felt like once we got home, that shyness intruded again. But you were a gem, as you always are. You said something like:

“Let’s just arrive and be for a while.”

And we did and when we’d all properly relaxed again, I surprised myself by asking you both for permission to kiss him. You both granted it.

He was on the sofa and started to get up, but I gestured to him not to. Instead, I straddled his thighs. I took his head between my hands, rubbed my thumbs down over his ears and kissed his shaved head, his forehead, the bridge of his nose. This wasn’t meant to tease; I was working up my courage to kiss his lips. But I couldn’t seem to do it. Instead, I nuzzled his ear, bit his earlobe, licked and kissed around it. He tasted fresh, a slight hint of salt on his skin, and he smelt gorgeous. Musky. I breathed air into his ear, and with both my hands I tilted his head to the side and kissed a line down his neck.

He rewarded me with a hitch of his breath when I bit his neck. This caused me to sit back and we stared solemnly at each other for a long, tense-feeling moment. He gave me a slow smile that became a full-on grin through his beard. I grinned back at him, looked at you and you were wearing your own. Honestly, we looked pretty daft in our happiness right then, and we agree, that was the actual moment of acceptance between us.

Permission Granted!

Looking at you, he asked us both for permission to touch me and I realised his hands had been completely absent. Again, you spoke into the awkwardness, something about relaxing, not needing to ask permission. That any of us could just say stop. And with me still perched on his thighs, you moved behind me and took my top, pulled it over my head.

You said this weekend, that this was a sign of permission granted in all respects. To me it was a revelation of joyful acceptance that his gaze was imparting to me. He clearly did not find me unattractive. And he said this was his hour-glass moment, burning with neon intensity, that he was passing through the centre of right then. 

And yes, there was this magic in it, the first time I saw his eyes darkening, his expression flooding with passion. The first time he touched me sexually, his hands stroking gently down from my waist to cup and squeeze my ass cheeks. Reaching down from behind me, you let your hands cup my tits in the bra I was wearing. And with me perched on his knee, he watched your hands. He watched you caress-groping my tits. Watched you squeezing and pulling, teasing my nipples through the material until I let out a noise of pure pleasure. 

I could feel my whole core heating, one hundred percent aware of his jeans-clad thighs under mine, feeling the material of them on my bare skin under my skirt. My clit was an electric throbbing warmth between them and there was moisture beginning to gather in my knickers. Still, I watched his eyes watching your hands. 

We Get Naked

You reached inside my bra and pulled my tits out, only then did he break eye contact with my tits, long enough to look at you over my shoulder, and then at me. And the power I felt in your emboldening of me was a crazy hot thing. With some kind of dreamy joy, I took his hands from my ass and watched him watching them as I guided them to my tits. He was still a moment with them held in his hands, staring at them, and then he looked at me, locked eyes with me all serious now, and he stroked his thumbs over my already hardened nipples. 

He pinched my nipples lightly between fingers and thumbs and twisted them gently back and forth, rolling pressure until I sighed out a light moan. Such a gorgeous tease. Once more he looked up at you.

“May I …,” he began. 

You interrupted him with a noise, something close to exasperation and he was grinning again. I knelt up over him and pressed my tits to his face. His eyes slid closed. He took a nipple into his mouth and mmhh.

I felt your hands again on my skirt. You unbuttoned it and slid the zip down. Rising, I pulled my nipple from his mouth and stepped out of my skirt. You unhooked my bra and pulled my knickers down over my hips. I let everything fall and stood naked and self-conscious before you both.

You turned me to you and kissed me deeply, undoing your belt at the same time. You pulled your T-shirt over your head and I got to work on the buttons of your jeans, dragging them down your legs as soon as they were open. And, as you do, I took advantage of my position, giving your dick some proper lick-kissing attention while I was down there. Now we were both naked, and I was feeling a lot better about it all. 

He rose, and I turned to him. I wanted to help him out of his clothes, feeling keen to see him naked. He pulled his T-shirt off.

“Be still a moment,” you said, a murmur in my ear and I froze, staring up at him. You took my wrists and brought them up over my head and stepped back away from me. Again he looked at you, then stepped towards me. He reached his hands out slowly and let them trail down my sides, from my armpits to my hips. His hands stroked down and around, cupping my ass cheeks again, and he pulled me against him. My tits pressing into his torso, the warmth of this direct skin contact a reality statement. I could feel his hardness through his jeans against my stomach and it thoroughly excited me. 

He snapped the button, unzipped and helped me pull his jeans down over his hips. His cock was standing proudly before me now. I took it into my hand, stroked down its length, watching his eyes widen.

I got down onto my knees before him then, pulled his jeans down and he stepped out of them. I looked up at him with an enormous grin on my face.

“May I?” I was teasing him now. With dark and serious eyes, he nodded at me.

Sucking Dicks and Balls!

And oh, I do so love having a dick in my mouth. I wanted this to be a memorable event for him. Still looking up at him, I took the base of his dick in my hand and tilted it upwards and watching the reactions in the expression of his face, I swirled my tongue around the tip of him, so lightly. Staring down at me, he stroked my hair back behind my ear.

“Feels so good,” so quietly, I barely heard him speak.

Encouraged, I was grinning again when I licked my tongue down the length of him. He told me this weekend that I gave him a first then. Standing there in his socks and nothing else, I lifted his balls with my finger-tips and slurped them into my mouth. He said having his balls sucked by me was for him one of the hottest things about this encounter.

I nuzzled his balls then, looking along the length of his dick, sucked them again, one after the other, letting my hand glide up and down his shaft. 

“Uhhh.” His sigh was sublime praise, connecting with the heat between my legs. I was feeling achingly empty, needy, and powerful. 

You passed him a condom and I turned back to you, took your dick into my hand again and I sucked you into my mouth. Your took my head in your hands and fucked yourself into my throat. Long and slow, allowing my mouth and tongue to follow the contours of your dick. Ahh and it felt so good, I relaxed into it. This was an assertion of your ownership and I was thrilling. You know me so fucking well. 

You held my head still with your dick thrust so far down my throat my lips were pressing into your balls. You held me there and I couldn’t breathe. I could feel my wetness dripping out of me. All at once, I was gagging and you let me slide off you. I drew in my breath and grinned up at you.

And Then …

“Get up on the sofa, love. All fours,” you said. 

I did as you asked. He got up on his knees behind me. I was expecting him to just slide his dick in and start fucking me, I was ready, excited and so damned empty. But he didn’t, he must have been looking at you for permission again.

“Go on,” you said.

“Ready?” he asked me.

“Uhh yes, please.”

And he slid his cock into me for the first time, such a slow thrust, all the way in until his balls were pressing against my clit, filling my achingly needy cunt. I think it’s safe to say I sighed with pleasure. 

You stood yourself in front of me then and your dick was at just the right height for some sucking. But instead, you slowly fisted yourself, just watching him fucking me. I wanted to have you in my mouth, I wanted to feel that gorgeous sense of depravity I get, when pleasuring two dicks at the same time, but you denied me. And that was so fucking hot.

He was grunting now with his slow thrusting, and I wondered if he was close. I didn’t want it to end, so I pulled myself off him, turned and rolled the condom off his dick. Presenting myself dripping cunt to you, I took him into my mouth instead. Skin on skin, you pushed your dick into my cunt, one hand at the small of my back and you fucked into me, slow, but hard.

You said watching me sucking his dick while you were fucking me was such a turn on. I didn’t hold back, I didn’t lick and tease him, only took him deeply in with your thrusts. Relentless. 

“I’m gonna come,” he said, pulling out of me. And he came in beautiful ribbons, the spunk shooting out of him and he did his best not to let it fall on me; some misguided notion of politeness that we have since straightened out. 

I’m afraid I didn’t pay much attention to him after that. You had begun a clit tease the moment he spoke and I was coming undone myself. An intense orgasm ripped through me in waves, my cunt clenching around your dick. You fucked me through it, keeping your fingers moving on my clit until my moans subsided. 

My legs were still quivering when I felt you reaching your own climax, and you came hard, nice and deep inside me. 

Uhh.