After a quiet summer in Greece, with its long days and warm nights, the two of us ensconced on a remote island in the Aegean Sea, J and I once again felt the desire for new sexual adventures.
For three months, we had barely spoken to anyone, and, despite all the naked men and women we could see every morning sunbathing next to us, some of them very beautiful, we felt no desire for more than our own company. Our days consisted of little more than lying on the beach, drinking Greek wine at sunset, and secluding ourselves in our villa at night. However, when the summer was almost over, J suggested returning to Cap d’Agde once more: this time for nearly three weeks. Although I wasn’t exactly in that mood, after being for so long by ourselves, and was reluctant to spend so many days in Cap’s debauchery, I agreed, partly to please J, partly to return to the place we had been so faithful to for so many years now.
I won’t recount the details of that trip here (it deserves its own post), but I certainly didn’t regret it: that summer felt to me like a new sexual awakening. I can’t say precisely what changed; I can only say that after all those days of unforgettable experiences, J and I fell into a spiral of constant arousal and passionate sex that, when our days at Cap came to an end, we were hard pushed to escape from in favour of our daily work routines.
We flew to London with the last summer lights and, as soon as we arrived, were greeted by the cold and grey windy days. I felt sad that our lustful summer days were over and far behind us, lost somewhere in the Mediterranean sea. Fortunately, however, within days of our arrival, J had other plans for us, and soon enough, we were visiting England’s many sex parties and sex clubs.
During those first few weeks in London, I felt constantly aroused, like a teenager discovering sex for the first time – I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I also started writing this blog during those days, reliving my past adventures while writing and reading them to J. In this state of overflowing sexuality and feeling sexier than ever, I was ready to create some new memories.
One day J told me that he had found someone he thought would be fun to meet privately. As much as we enjoy clubs and parties, private gatherings have always been our preference, and I immediately wanted to know more about who he had in mind. C certainly seemed to have a lot in common with us, the same taste for certain perversions and plenty of experience playing with couples; he was about the same age as us, and what I liked the most: he wasn’t just looking for one-night stands, but a more stable friendship that would allow us to get to know each other well, get comfortable and push things further. So, after some steamy conversations, we arranged to meet for some after-work drinks.
The day came much faster than I expected, and I felt the familiar nervousness of meeting someone new. Even though we were only meeting socially, I wanted to look desirable for the occasion, so I bought a new pair of heels and an extremely short green satin dress that seemed to please J and the men who leered at me on our way to the bar.
The bar was very crowded when we arrived, and I became extremely anxious, both from the sheer nerves I felt about the encounter and from my painstaking efforts not to flash the entire bar in my little dress. I was struggling to pull it down a little bit when J spotted C waiting for us.
C was a tall, handsome, and very fit black man, and I immediately became the shy girl I am when I feel nervous, unable even to look him in the eye. Fortunately, J quickly took the initiative and, ordering a few drinks at the bar, led the conversation to friendly topics to make me feel comfortable.
We finally found an empty table, and J and C sat on either side of me. My nerves were calming down after a second cocktail, and the conversation turned to more intimate topics. C, a native Londoner, was very outgoing and easy to talk to, and with a live band playing at the bar, we felt safe enough from eavesdroppers to share our experiences in the lifestyle. I could tell that C was pleased with the conversation and liked our way of doing things. After asking and answering all the questions we could think of, C asked with a smile, “So guys… What do you think, are we a good match?”. I quickly looked at J and could tell he was pleased with our new friend. “Yes, I think so”, he said, looking at me, and I nodded shyly.
When J left us to go to the restroom, C asked me again what I thought. I liked that he wanted to make sure that I really wanted to move things forward with him and that he wanted me to say it. “Sorry I have been so shy,” I added, blushing, “I just get very nervous with these things”.
“Were you scared on your way here?” C asked, getting closer to my ear.
The question surprised me and made me think about how much I’ve changed lately. “A little… maybe… maybe not scared, but definitely nervous,” I said, looking down. “I was excited, but, I guess, also anxious and a little embarrassed; I don’t know why”. As I talked, I could feel my cheeks turning red and hot, and I felt mortified.
“That’s ok,” C said laughing, “I like that”.
I felt somewhat relieved that he liked me even though I was so awkward, and when J returned, the conversation became much more sexual, with J describing to our new friend how I am in bed and how I love to please.
My heart started racing with J’s explicit description of my sexual preferences, and C, on my left, began to caress my thighs softly below the table. I could feel a deep blush flooding my face and neck, which both J and C took as an invitation to make the conversation even more explicit.
“So, O… Is it really true that you like to please?” C asked, and I nodded timidly.
“Are you going to take me deep in your mouth as I like it, then?” he said softly in my ear.
“If you’d like me to,” I whispered back, looking sideways at J, who couldn’t hear us but could guess where the conversation was going from my blushing face.
“Yes, I definitely would like that… I’m going to make you beg for my cock,” C added while moving his hand up my thighs. I felt a strong wave of arousal that shook my body, and I could not say a word. C studied my reaction for a second, then whispered to my ear again, “when we get together, I’m going to fuck you like your mine”.
I felt as if my heart was going to jump out of my chest, but putting on my best poker face, I took a sip of my cocktail, and then I leaned close to him and whispered, “I’ll try to be a good girl for you”, and C smiled, his eyes burning bright with desire.
After one more drink, we said goodbye, with lust still floating in the air, and arranged a play date for the following week. When we got home, J made me fill in the gaps in the conversation he had missed while edging me with his fingers. Telling me what a little slut I was, he made me beg to come, and when I finally got his permission, my whole body quivered under his touch, then he kissed me softly and, climbing on top of me, fucked me deeply.
The days before our play date were filled with naughty messages between the three of us, C describing everything he wanted to do to me along with J’s kinky suggestions. The anticipation was driving me crazy. I couldn’t stop daydreaming about our date, imagining how it would be, and my sleep was restless by night. Every time I woke up, my mind would go back to depraved words and lustful images, some from my past encounters with other men and some products of my imagination. To make matters worse, C requested that I wear a buttplug during our encounter, so a couple of days before our date, J took me to a sex shop to find one we liked and made me try it out for him.
I’ve always found that the lust and playfulness that takes over J and me as a couple, before and after a kinky plan or a fantasy transformed into reality, is as delightful as the encounter itself. I also love how our plans and dates always give me a confidence boost, making me feel like a sexy beautiful woman, an object and cause of desire, and, more importantly, loved by myself and by J.
And so a week passed since our first encounter at the bar, and the wait was finally over. With our toys and my lingerie carefully packed, J took me to a lavish hotel in central London. He arranged a beautiful suite for us with a spacious living room and large windows overlooking the street. When I entered the bedroom, I saw the king-size bed and immediately felt both anxious and excited.
I spent most of the afternoon getting ready and feeling extremely nervous. After a long bath, I decided to wear a new pink lingerie set that made me feel very feminine and cute, with a tiny thong and a corset holding my skin-toned stockings in position. Over it all, I wore a short front-buttoned velvet dress and high heels. A few minutes before the agreed time, J inserted the buttplug in me, which C had requested I wear upon his arrival, and I started feeling very wet.
After some minutes, C sent us a message and told us he was in the hotel’s lobby. I wanted to wait in the room, but J ordered me to accompany him and welcome our guest properly. On our way there, I could feel the butt plug inside me with each step I took. I couldn’t stop looking around to see if someone noticed my strange behaviour, nervousness, or suspiciously slow walking. Finally, when we got to the ground floor, I felt my face turning bright red as we approached the hotel lobby and saw C standing there. We greeted each other, and when C told me how nice I looked, smiling, I tried to appear composed and not entirely preoccupied with the little toy inside of me.
We decided to go directly up to our suite since we had plenty of space and drinks. I was still nervous and timid, but J helped me, instructing me to sit on the couch next to C, while he took a seat in front of us in an armchair.
The conversation flowed easily and quickly, well-lubricated by the wine J poured the three of us. C seemed relaxed, sitting comfortably with his left arm stretched out on the back of the sofa in my direction, while I, on the other hand, sat at the edge of my seat, stiff and shy, at a safe distance. “Don’t you want to come over here?” he said, looking at the space under his arm. “Ok”, I answered in an involuntary childish voice that made him laugh. I felt so embarrassed and little under his embrace that for several minutes I was only pretending to hear the conversation between the two men in the room, without being able to think of anything other than C’s warm body and his playful caresses on my shoulder.
After a while, J excused himself to go to the restroom, and I knew it was his way of giving C some space to move things forward. My heart started beating uncontrollably with anticipation. C looked at me, amused by my agitation. “Are you nervous?” he whispered.
“Yes, very much,” I said, looking down.
“That’s ok; I’m a little bit nervous myself.”
I looked at him, and I could tell that he wasn’t nervous at all by the way he was smiling at me. I found it so sweet that he was trying to comfort me that it actually worked, and I smiled back. He then stroked my chin with his right hand and kissed me softly. I responded timidly at first, but as he pressed me closer to him, I felt increasingly aroused, and our kiss became more and more passionate. I leaned towards him, and with his lips still pressed against mine, he ran his hand down my back and pulled up my dress just enough to be able to touch my buttocks. He caressed me gently, checking with his fingers if the buttplug was in place as he instructed, and when he felt it, I could hear him sigh, which made me in turn gasp.
He kissed me deeply, and after a few seconds, he spread my legs wide with his right hand to have full access to my sex; his touch made me moan.
I could hear J coming back from the bathroom, which made me kiss C even more passionately and spread my legs further, propping my heels up on the coffee table to offer J a better view once he sat across from us again. C kept stroking my pussy unabashedly over my lace thong when J entered the living room.
When our kiss finally stopped, I felt flustered. I looked at J, a little bit embarrassed. “Well, that escalated quickly,” he said, smiling, making us laugh. “Maybe it’s time to move to the bedroom”, J added.
