Orgies: why I like them & what they mean to me

Orgies: why I like them & what they mean to me

I prefer orgies to one-on-ones. To me, even a 3some is an orgy. Even group kissing is to me an orgy of sorts. Orgies are different than swinging. In swinging 2 or more het. couples meet and swap partners. The men might tolerate a little FFaction, but definitely not MM! In an orgy, IMO, anything goes: MM, FF, BDSM, Fetish, etc. It just depends on who is attending. And it is also not uncommon for participants to move around between other men & women during play; there are no "limits". In my experience, most women seem to accept the possibility of an evening of lovemaking with other men & women. Most guys seem to want to play it either straight or gay. The "etiquette" of an orgy is that there are no limits (except SSC practices - all guys use condoms, etc. ) . Participants are discouraged from kicking back & watching;  they are urged to take part in whatever happens. Most of my friends are bi and get into the action without hesitation. With new people, there is often the initial shock of the orgy and they are wondering what they should do. One of the "veterans" will usually mentor or work wih the new people. We do not force people to do something thay do not want to or at least are not ready to do, especially bi stuff & BDSM.  Usually I'll make sure guys say they are "bi" or at least "bi-curious" before I invite them. My roomies qualify women similarly. What I look for is an open mind. If they act the least judgemental ("I don't do that..."), I usually don't invite them. If they day something like, "I'd consider doing that..." I figure there is a chance they will fit into the party.  Usually determined "straights" or gay guys will not feel comfortable in the orgy. I know gays who have said they have never had sex with a woman. If they say they would consider it if the mood was right, then I invite them. Gay guys often know how to have the best sex with other guys, especially butt sex.  I've known other guys who say that they are reluctant to do MM stuff but once they get in the groove of the orgy, they seem to like it. With women, they seem to initially resist but once the room heats up, they seem open to the possibility. There is also the stimulus synergy that good orgies have. Many women are turned on by MM action just as men are of FF action.  As the party heats up, participants do even wilder things, often activity they have never done such as BDSM. It seems if the other guy or girl is doing it, you don't seem to mind doing it yourself.

Enough about the preliminary general stuff. Here is what usually happens in orgies I participate in. I most often am in 3somes with my roomies and have described a typical scene in an earlier post. I'm also the +1 with het. couples (such as Eric & Susan as described in an earlier post.) Usually the guy is happily coupled with his gf but feels a part of him is not satisfied. He may not admit it if he has a rep. to keep but he is probably bi. If you're having sex with one gender & getting turned on by someone of another gender at the same time, you're probably bi. You can still identify as "het.". I know I do. I think if I eventually live with someone, it will probably be a woman or women as I do now (sorry guys). I like having sex with guys, but I'm just not entirely into gay relationships. Often gays resent my sexual orientation as if I'm fence sitting ("eventually you'll be gay like the rest of us"). If you think your gf or bf will not accept your "other side" (or may make a scene if you do things with the other gender), maybe orgies will work for you. You can always go home and dismiss your "bi" activities as "you were caught up in the moment". My roomies & I have had 4 & 5somes with guys or couples who will not acknowledge that they might be "bi". Sometimes these "straight" people make the best lovers.

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Dave turns 20!

Last month I turned 20. I was no longer a "teen". The change was only nominal; nothing of substance had changed in my life. In fact, my birthday started like the usual evening I have with Eric & Susan. I usually meet them at their flat in North Beach after work. They don't live there, they rent it for sessions with several others including Jane (one of my roommates).

I called Susan on her cell to let her know when I would be coming. She suggested I meet with her at the Caffe where Eric was working. Eric is a photographer and artists' model and is very much in demand. Even so, he has to work occassional shifts at one of the cafes in town to make ends meet. Susan is also a model and a pro domme. I met Eric at the open drawing session of the art school. I told him I admired his athletic physique. He liked my drawings and invited me up to the flat Susan and He rent nearby. Eric & I hit it off immediately. We do mostly kissing and some oral stuff. Since he is in an open relationship with Susan, he suggested I meet her someday. I met Susan with Eric a few days later and we hit it off really well. I guess I'm sort of the couple's "third wheel". Besides BDSM & sex sessions, we often do things socially like attend concerts, movies, caffes, etc. We have even gone shopping at a local sex shop where Susan suggested toys & devices that we could use during our evening play sessions. I now meet with them almost every Fri. eve. I usually do some sketches of them before we settle into our sessions.

As I said, this evening was a little different. I met Susan at the cafe where Eric was still waiting on tables. We were joined by Susan's friend, Kay, (another pro domme who also rents the flat) and her bf, Jason (Jas). Kay had just finished a session with a client and told us the flat was available for the rest of the evening for whatever we wanted to do. I guessed K & J knew the background of my relationship with Susan & Eric as they immediately sugegsted a 5-some with some BDSM. Eric brought a small makeshift cake with 1 candle, and two bottles of champaigne. He seemed to like the idea of the 5-some. Some of the staff joined in a round of "Happy Birthday" and laughed when Kay said she was going to give me 20 smacks on the ass. We hung around for a little more until Eric finished his shift and then walked up Grant to the flat.

The flat has one giant bedroom with what is called a "California King" bed which could sleep 4 or 5 comfortably. There are two end tables each with a large bowl filled with condoms of all kinds and sizes: lubed, non-lubed, ribbed, etc. There are bureaus against the back wall where each of the tenants store their "toys" and gear. The closet is full of fetish-wear. The kitchen is sparse. There are a few bottles of wine and several dozen bottles of lube & body oil in the refrigerator. We stored what was left of our champaigne there. Someone turned on the wide-screen television and tuned to a sex movie. The bathroom has a walk-in shower, a whirlpool hot-tub, bidet & toilet. I went in and took a quick shower. I dressed in a tiny leather jock I brought with me.

When I re-entered the room everyone was on the bed stipped down to their underwear or lingerie. Eric was chatting with Jas and Kay & Susan were kissing and giggling. I knelt at the foot of the bed and began massaging Susan's feet as Kay went on top of her. Susan was beginning to respond warmly to my foot worship. I worked my kisses up her thighs as Kay worked down her breasts with kisses. Eric began kissing Jas lightly.

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A Day in the Life

My friends ask me why I haven’t written much lately. Although I can write technical and research papers almost in my sleep, writing about my personal life is difficult because I’m so involved with the people I live with. I have intense feelings for the women, Mary and Jane, but I also have doubts that they have the same feelings for me. Why do I feel this way?

People who don’t know our living situation think I’m living in an endless orgy with two beautiful women. The women are attractive to me, especially since I fancy older women, but endless orgies? The truth is the women are more into each other than into me. People who don’t know them would assume by their appearance and whom they hang out with that they are lesbians. But our friends and I know differently. Like Betty Dodson said of herself, the women are lesbian with a tendency toward bisexuality.  They don’t like the kind of rough penetrating sex they usually get from guys. They prefer more fondling, kissing and fingers touching their sensitive areas. They use vibrators to build the intensity of their orgasm. I’m more than willing to accommodate them with the sensual touching they prefer. They use my cock like a vibrator when they mount me and grind their pelvis up and down my bone. A warm erection feels a lot different than a cold piece of plastic. They have a wave of orgasms as the women ride me to the climax they like.

Our threesomes don’t happen every day as some people think. We’re all very busy and we have our friends whom we are intimate with. Jane has her “clients”, usually lawyers she is acquainted with. Mary has friends she meets at the bookstore where she works. And me? I get calls for one-night stands from women who live in the dorms. I also hang with some guys I swim with at the college. Jane, Mary and I have an open relationship: we can have his or her own partners as long as everyone knows them. Jane and Mary introduce their partners to me and I introduce my partners to them. We’re all friends.

Sometimes we have an orgy where we invite our partners to join in. We meet at one of the partner’s homes or they meet at ours. The room is lit with candles. We sit on couches or pillows on the floor. Our parties are different than swinging. We first get acquainted with each other with a little smoke and some hot spicy “herbal” tea. We talk and laugh a lot. After a while the room heats up and our clothes come off, our hands start caressing bodies. Talking is replaced by kissing. In swinging, a man and a woman will pair off. In our open parties, sometimes a woman will pair off with another woman, sometimes a guy with a guy. Often the groups are two men and one woman or two women and one man. After a while we switch between groups. What we do isn’t all f*cking; we do a lot of kissing and fondling, maybe some JO and oral.

We rarely do BDSM play in our orgies because it is just too complicated. BDSM to us is a one-on-one relationship, a kind of intimacy between two people, a sharing of dominance and submission, of pain and pleasure. We extend our BDSM sessions to include all three of us whenever possible. How we relate depends on the mood and the circumstances. I usually submit to Jane as I think of her as superior to me in most ways. I’m playing checkers while she is playing chess. Also, I haven’t had enough experience to dominate someone. Lately, though, Mary has coached me to how she likes to be dominated.  So in this sense, I’m a switch, sometimes in the same play session.

A typical day where we end up playing in a BDSM session goes like this: I make the women breakfast before I go off to school. Mary texts me and I meet her for lunch at the bookstore. After a long spell of “bed-death” she’s feeling amorous again. She rubs her leg against mine. We look into each other’s eyes. I’m thinking, should I suggest we slip off to the house and have a quickie, but she usually suggests we do something with her partner, Jane. She urges me to meet Jane during work later in the afternoon. I text Jane and suggest we meet-up. I go off to work and see Jane later in the evening. She wants to know how my meeting with Mary went. I tell her Mary is waiting for her to come home. Jane becomes enthusiastic, and is looking forward for an evening with Mary. She tells me: “you be sure to come home as early as you can, too!”

I feel good about how Jane and Mary are feeling about each other. It is as if the ice has thawed and we’re all ready to relate again. I hope that maybe we will be a happy family again. I text Mary the news: “Jane wants 2 CU”

Work often keeps me very late. Fortunately the guy who comes in on the night shift has shown up early tonight. He’s cool and lets me slip out early as he will cover for me (I usually cover for him when he’s out at parties). I rush back home. When I come in, I can hear Jane and Mary upstairs in a rumble of laughter and shouts of agony. I go upstairs to take a quick shower. I can hear their play session in fine detail. Jane probably has Mary tied to the rack in her bedroom and is flogging her. The two women seem to like this kind of play as they laugh between the blows of the flogger.

I hear Jane’s voice: “Is that you, Dave”.

“Yes, its me,” I answer.

“We’re waiting for you,” she laughs.

I slip on my g-string and step into my sandals. I wrap a towel around my waist and another around my head and try to dry off quickly as I rush to Jane’s bedroom.

The women are dressed in their underwear. There is a smell of sweat and incense in the dimly lit bedroom. Jane is releasing Mary from the rack. The women turn to me and laugh, “now its your turn, Dave!” 

I’m shackled and tied to the rack. I receive a light flogging on my chest from Mary and between each of her strokes Jane whacks my thighs with her crop.

Soon the pain becomes excruciating and I start gasping for air. “Do you want us to put a gag on you, Dave?” Jane asks.

“No,” I plead to the women, “please don’t”. But they gag me anyway and continue beating me harder. I start to shudder at each crack of Jane’s crop. Jane reaches into my string and pulls my cock out. It springs to an erection. I don’t understand how it happens, but I’m turned-on by this beating.  She clutches my dick and swats it with her crop. I am feeling my threshold of maximum pain. Tears flow down my face, slobber drips out of the ball gag as I whimper. Small amounts of cum are dripping from my swollen cock. I feel as if I am going to pass out. I am in ecstasy.

Jane and Mary fall into the bed and start hugging. I watch the women embrace and grind their bodies together. The room begins to smell of more sweat and come. The women’s bodies shake and shudder. I feel a load coming from my balls to the tip of my cock. We are all coming together.

They release me from the rack and lead me to the bed where they lay on each side. They secure my hands above my head, to the frame of the bed. We kiss and we tongue. I’m hard again. Jane sits on top of me and grinds back and forth. I feel her come gush on my balls. She hops off and continues with her vibrator. Mary now tops me and grinds away. I can feel her fluids drench me.

After Jane and Mary alternate between riding me several more times, they collapse on the bed. Jane releases me and unhooks my shackles. We lie together and continue hugging and kissing through the night.

I drift asleep. Later in the night Jane is pinching my nipple. This awakens me. She has trained me; my cock becomes erect again. We kiss a little and then she pushes me down and presses my face into her. I lick her lips and blow my heated breath into her. Soon I am licking a rush of come from her. We sleep some more and later Mary is squeezing my dick. We kiss and she pushes her tongue in my mouth. She pushes my head down with her hands and I tongue her lower lips lightly as she comes.

When Mary is satisfied, I know its time for me to leave the women alone. I grab my things and slip out the door as Jane and Mary embrace.

After an evening of intense BDSM play and hot, sweaty sex, I slip under my bed covers and fall asleep quickly. In the morning I feel recharged and even more committed to these women who I’ve come to accept as my family.

Dave and Holly meet Jane and Mary at a BDSM Club

I met Holly after my psych class the next day in the Student Union. We got coffee and sat at one of the small round tables. “Did you like our play last night?“ she asked.
“Yes, Holly,” I replied, “did you guys like me?”
“Yes, Tom and I liked you a lot. We’d like you to join us again.”

I visited Tom and Holly for many evenings of play. She gradually ramped up the pain by introducing different floggers, paddles, straps and the most painful of all, the “Sadistick”. Holly also introduced me to predicament bondage. In one session, I was placed in a crouched position and my cock & balls were secured to a spreader bar that my ankles were attached to. My nipples were held with the butterfly clamps; the chain between the clamps was secured to an eyebolt on the ceiling. I could not sit or stand. If I tried to sit, the clamps would pull harder on my nipples. If I stood, the rope would pull on my nuts. Caught between standing and sitting, my muscles began to burn. Eventually extreme pain would shoot through my body.  Holly could sense when I had suffered enough; she would then release me and embrace me in her arms.
In other sessions, I was introduced to the never-ending sit-up. My torso is suspended in a 45-degree angle. If I try to lie, the clamps tighten on my nipples. If I try to sit up, my chained collar tugs at my neck, almost choking me. After a half hour my thighs burn in intense agony attempting to hold this position.
The more intense the sessions were, the deeper I felt attracted to Holly. Watching Holly torture Tom also turned me on; she made him endure much more pain than I could.  At the end of most of our sessions, we had exhilarating sex. Like most guys, I was at first reluctant to engage in sex with another guy; with Holly and Tom it was different. Somehow sex seemed as a joyous conclusion of our BDSM sessions, a sort of celebration of sensuality.
I soon learned that she was active in a local BDSM club. She encouraged me to join - or at least check it out. She would sponsor and mentor me.
I went to the next munch and met a lot of nice people who were also new to it. I applied for a 1-year membership and was accepted. Holly and I planned to go to the next "party" which would be held a few weeks later. Tom decided to stay home with Holly’s kids.
So I purchased the outfit Holly suggested - nothing fancy - leather cuffs, g-string and a play collar. She also suggested I assemble a toy bag. It contained some rope, a ball gag, clamps, a flogger, lube and condoms. The club was in a nightclub and bar neighborhood with crowds of people standing outside and loud bands playing inside. Holly and I walked up the stairs and signed in at the front desk. The attendant directed us to a changing area.  We entered into a hallway lined with lockers. We stripped down to our play outfits and left our street clothes in lockers. Holly was wearing a black corset with fishnet stockings and stilettos. She attached a leather flogger to her belt. 
We went into a large dimly lit room that had couches, tables and chairs in one end, and smaller numbered playrooms with curtain doors. Loud music was playing as costumed members wandered around and greeted each other. It was like Halloween, except it was more of a “Sexalloween” - or like the Exotic Erotic Ball. People meet up and drift off into the rooms for play sessions.
Many of the attendees said hello to Holly. She introduced me as her new “student”. She agreed to meet some of the people later.
Two women said hello to Holly and started a conversation. One was tall, slim, wearing horn-rimmed glasses. She was in high heels, fishnets & red corset, long black leather gloves with a red or magenta streak in her long black hair. The other woman was similarly dressed and had short bleach-blond hair. They were introduced as Jane and Mary. Holly chatted with the women while I purchased several bottles of  water.
Holly persuaded the two women to "break me in" on my first session at the club. They protested that they had never "done boys".
“Don’t worry,” Holly said, “I will show you how to do a boy".

Mary secures Dave to the wall
Our group found a room. It was dimly lit with a few candles. In the room there was a large frame with a padded table inside and a cross that was mounted on the wall with various eyebolts attached. Holly directed the women to tie me up to the wooden cross. She pulled several lengths of rope from her toy bag and gave them to the women. She gave them instructions on how to wind the rope and how tight knots should be. I felt scared about the dark dungeon-like room we were in and the women I had only just met. I began to tremble. Holly sensed my fear and assured me that everything would be all right.
Holly then pulled a leather flogger out of her toy bag. “I always warm up my slaves with some light flogging”, she explained to the women.
She began stroking my back & butt with the flogger. I felt my skin tingle to the touch of the leather strands. She let the women practice on me and advised them on areas of my back where they could and should not strike.
She then retrieved her leather stinger and directed the women to give me several overlapping strokes on my butt. I began gasping as the stinger cracked on my skin. Jane hit me hard; Mary was somewhat gentler. The three women were sharing jokes. The laughter grew so loud that at one point someone from an adjacent room yelled at us and threatened to get us kicked out of the club if we weren’t “serious”. I actually laughed with them, despite the slowly mounting pain on my back & thighs. This session was becoming a joyous experience for us.
After this Holly said, “I want you two to feel how warm you’ve made his butt. That is the heat you should be going for. While you are rubbing his ass, I want you to grab his cock like this”. She showed the women how to squeeze my cock by its tip, a move she had perfected with me in previous sessions at her home.  My erection grew to their touch.
“Its time for a break, ladies”, Holly said. She directed the women to loosen my ropes. We leaned against the edge of the padded table and drank water.
Holly asked me, “how was it, Dave?”
“I liked it very much“, I said.
“Do you prefer Mary or Jane?” she asked.
“I like Jane’s firmness as much as Mary’s light touch, “ I said, trying to be diplomatic, “and your touch is just right, Holly.”
“Good answer,  “ Holly said, “shall we show the ladies some NT and CBT?”

Although I was still sore from the beatings I received from the ladies, I mounted the table and lay on my back. The women attached my ankle cuffs to my legs and tied them loosely to the side of the table. They secured my wrist cuffs and tied them together. They connected this to an eyebolt on the bottom brace of the table. Holly retrieved the black ball gag from my toy bag and fastened it on my mouth. She found the cock ring in my bag, lifted my limp cock and fastened it to the base of my shaft.
She found the butterfly nipple clamps and gave one to each of the women. “Now, I’m going to show you how to apply a clamp to a boy’s nipple”, she said. She pulled out a pair of press-style clamps from her bag. “Dave’s got nice pecs, “ she told the women, “but we need to position him before we apply the clamps.” She clutched a large clump of my pectoral muscle with one hand and tightened the press clamp so that my nipple was sticking out like a mountain peak. She did the same with the other pectoral.

“Now,” she told the women, “ attach the clamps to his nipples”. They each fastened a clamp directly on my extended nipple. A jolt of pain shot through my body. “Now, we test the clamps before we release the press, “ she said as she pulled the chain that was attached to the two clamps. The clamps tightened and sent even stronger jolts of pain through my body as she pulled on the chain. I gasped but could not force much of my screams out through the ball gag. The clamps withstood Holly’s stress test; they would not come off by pulling on the chain. She released the press clamps. I felt additional jolts of pain as blood rushed to my clamped nipples; my blood was throbbing through my chest.
Holly then found a pinwheel from her toy bag and handed it to Jane. “I want you to run this over his chest”, she directed her. She told Mary: “start squeezing his cock here” as she pointed to frenulum of my shaft. Holly had sized up the two women as I had: Jane was more sadistic and Mary more into stimulation. Both women assumed their tasks with glee.

Holly then wound a small cotton rope around my cock and balls and tied a slipknot. She tugged on the rope. My hips rose in the pain. She slipped my toy bag under me as she fastened the rope to an eyebolt that was on the frame above me. She pulled the bag from under me. The rope pulling on my cock suspended me. If I relaxed, the rope would tighten and shoot jolts of pain through my cock. I tried to keep my hips thrust high to lessen the pain but after a while my thigh muscles began to burn. I felt the exquisite pain of predicament bondage for almost a half hour until I was writhing in pain, as sweat and tears draining off my face.
Holly sensed that I had enough of her torture. “Lets release him, ladies, “ she told the women. After I was released, we all leaned on the table and drank water.
“Now tell me Dave, “ Holly asked. “How was our play session tonight?”
“It was fantastic, “ I said in a raspy voice.
“Would you like to do this again sometime?” she asked me.
“Yes, “ I answered enthusiastically, “I’d like to do it again with all of you. “

My first evening with Holly & Tom

I was looking for a topic to write about for a paper in my psychology class. My research area was centered on "alternate life and love styles". Holly had joined me on the project. We had attended a lecture about non-monogamy earlier and agreed it could be a topic worth exploring.
“You could study me, “ she said , “I can introduce you to several polyamorous couples as well. “
I was attracted to Holly since we first met several semesters ago. Holly is a mother of two young girls in her early forties, living with her boyfriend, Tom. She often talked about how Tom was so much better than her first husband, how he cared for her, how he took care of her children, etc. When I heard her praise of her boyfriend, I felt it would be inappropriate to ask her for a date, although I felt the urge. I still continued to flirt with her: “you know, your smile always makes me happy, “ I said as I touched her hand.
Holly often hinted how her relationship with Tom was so special. I would ask her to explain, but she usually offered generalities such as how attentive Tom was to her. I have a weakness for strong women, especially older ones. Usually when I sense their strength, I become nervous and shy. I learned that these women were often dominants. I had this sensation with Holly and felt excited when she invited me to dinner with her family later in the week.
Holly and Tom live with her two daughters in a petite Victorian in the Noe Valley area of the city. Tom was only a few years older than I, and had graduated from the same college I was attending. Tom set the table, brought the food in and then cleared the table after dinner. He then took the girls up to their rooms while Holly explained her relationship with him.
“We are non-monogamous couple in a female led relationship. Tom is my boy. I love him and he loves my kids and me. We’ve been living together in D/s for several years.”
I asked her to explain the D/s. Holly dominates Tom and he submits to her. “Tom has one primary goal and that is my happiness. He is to listen, obey, serve and follow me”, she said.
“And if he doesn’t? I asked.
“Then he receives punishment from me.”
I felt aroused and curious about this. “You punish him? “ I asked in a choked voice.
“yes,” she replied, “he looks forward to our play when he gets his punishment.”
She explained that she beats Tom regularly to remind him of her dominance. Although she has a set of rules she would like him to live by, she is not very strict with him. “I’m arbitrary with my Tommy, I play with him when I feel like it, even if he hasn’t done anything wrong. In fact, I play with him more when he pleases me, like he does tonight. Would you like to watch how I play with Tom?” she asked.
I was intrigued and said, “If you two don’t mind then yes, very much so”.
Tom eventually returned and Holly explained that she would let me watch her punish him. Tom replied enthusiastically, “we like to show other people how we play.” We went downstairs to the den. Holly opened a small room that was their dungeon and we stepped inside. Tom undressed to his shorts, attached pairs of cuffs to his wrists and ankles and stood before a rack. Holly attached the cuffs to the sides of the frame. She pulled a large leather flogger off the rack on the wall and proceeded to flail Tom’s back. As he yelped, Holly reached around to his chest embracing him and pinching his nipples. I was becoming more aroused by Holly and Tom. I could feel my erection growing. Holly returned the flogger to the rack and selected a ball gag and a long paddle. She said, “I’m going to put this ball gag on Tom so we don’t wake the girls”. She tightened straps of the device around his head and stepped back. The paddle whooshed in the air as she gave him ten whacks, each one harder than the previous one. He gasped through the gag as the paddle struck his butt each time. He began to tremble under the pain of the blows. She reached around him and slipped her hand inside his shorts and clutched his cock. His cock thickened to an erection with her touching. She began slowly jacking him up and down. His body loosened up as he began to relax. She pulled away and gave him another ten whacks, each one harder then the previous ten. He shook even more violently; sweat was covering the surface of his back and legs. He tried to scream, but the gag rendered his cries to muffled moans. He seemed to be humming a song of pain, a steady “owww” that increased in intensity as she continued her paddling. Holly moved closer to him and said, “that’s it, Tom, suffer for me.”
After several minutes of paddling, Holly stopped and reached for a jar of skin lotion, which she rubbed on his reddened back. She applied more lotion to her hands and slid them under his shorts and rubbed it on Tom’s butt. She whispered to him, “I proud of you Tom, you took it like a man”. She then released Tom. He kneeled before her and began kissing her side.
“Thank you for beating me, Holly,” he said to her, his face streaming with sweat and tears, “I needed that”.
“Now, “ Holly turned to me and said, “what about you. Would you like to play?”
“y-y-yes, “ I replied in a short whisper. I was afraid and turned on by what I had seen, “but I don’t know if I could take as much as Tom did.”
“I’ll just give you a few easy ones,” she said. Tom unbuckled his cuffs and handed them to me. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped my jeans to the floor and buckled the damp cuffs to my ankles and wrists. Holly attached the cuffs to the rack. My erection was jutting under the fabric of my shorts. She reached for the flogger and gave me several light strokes.
“Do you like that, “ she asked me.
“yes, Holly,” I answered with enthusiasm.
“Good, “ she continued flogging me progressively harder, “I’ll give you a few more. Just let me know if you’d like me to stop”.
I felt an adrenaline rush, like the rush I sometimes get from exercising really hard. My heart raced and my breathing quickened. I noticed Tom stroking his member as he watched Holly thrashing my back with the flogger.
After a few minutes, Holly asked: “have you had enough, Dave?”
“Yes, Holly, I think I’ve had enough.” I answered with a trembling voice.
She unfastened my cuffs from the frame. She put her arms around me and hugged. “Did you like that, “ she asked.
“y-y-yes, very much, “ I said. I felt embarrassed and excited that I could actually like a beating, but I guess I liked it because Holly had done this to me. I felt even more attracted to Holly. My member was still erect.
“Would you like another session later on?”
“yes,”, I replied, as I turned to hear, shielding my obvious erection, “I would.”
“Good, then,” she beamed, “then we’ll set another play date for you this week?”
“Yes, I’d like that, “ I said. I don’t know why I agreed to be beat again. I think if I had thought about it, I would have refused, but as it is, I was caught up in the moment. Holly had stirred deeper feelings in me that I wanted to feel more.
Holly suggested we slip in to her hot tub. It was a cold night, typically foggy and windy. The steam rose from the small tub on the rear deck of the house. Holly wound the timer and the jets pushed bubbling streams of heated water into the tub. We stripped off our clothes and slipped into the tepid water.
After relaxing a bit, Holly grasped Tom & my hands and pulled us toward her. We moved in as her hands grasped our members. We began kissing her. Our kisses went lower to the water line as we followed the contours of her body. Holly pushed her body to the ledge of the pool. Tom & I were now kissing her thighs as she pulled our heads in closer.
“I want you to kiss each other, “ she said to Tom & I. We lifted our heads up from her body and looked at each other. Tom moved in closer to me, his lips parting. Holly noticed my hesitation. “Dave, “ she said, “if you’re not comfortable…”
I had not thought of Tom in an erotic way. He was a handsome, masculine guy, a little older than I.
“We’re into open relationships and we are attracted to you, Dave”, Holly said in an encouraging tone.
“Well” I said, “Lets take this slow.”
I leaned in closer to Tom and opened my mouth slightly. His lips enclosed my lower lip as we kissed lightly.
Holly then pulled our heads closer together. I could feel the stubble of his chin. His lips were almost as soft as a woman’s. I stuck my tongue inside his mouth. He sucked it lightly. I was excited.
Holly then suggested we go upstairs. We put on our clothes. I left my shirt off because I needed to cool down and didn’t want to soak the shirt with my sweat. Holly led us to the master bedroom. She pointed to the adjoining bathroom and said, “there’s some clean towels in there if you want to take a shower.” I went in and took a shower. When I came out, I saw Holly and Tom in the large bed, under the covers. They were kissing and fondling each other.
“Would you like to have a smoke with us? “ Holly asked. I sat on the edge of the bed beside her as she handed me the cigarette. Her hand landed on my thigh and wandered toward my crotch. She squeezed my cock. “Would you like to join us?” she asked. I turned and saw Holly and Tom smiling.
I looked at the woman I had been attracted to for a long time beckoning me to sleep with her. “Sure”, I said as I unbuttoned my shirt and slid my jeans off. Holly and Tom made some room for me over as she peeled back the covers. I slid under the sheets, next to her. Holly put one arm around Tom and the other around me. She kissed him first then turned and kissed me.
Tom and I kissed Holly alternately several more times. Eventually we each moved our kisses to other parts of her body. We had an evening of passionate lovemaking.

their love was deep

He soon realized how deep their love was. Although he was grateful they accepted him into their family, he knew he would need to work hard to win their love.

will she?

couple by the lake, originally uploaded by d&s2009.

He looked at her and wondered if they would ever share their love