The following is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy of how I would like one lovely night in Hedonism to occur, assuming Mrs. AP and I could ever get there with the two boyfriends with whom we got along best. It contains graphic details of consensual congress between three bisexual men and one woman between in a public setting. If that suits your fancy, please come join the ride.
The other night Mrs. AP and I celebrated my birthday in spectacular fashion. Those of you out in Twitter land already heard about some of it, but for the rest of you, here’s a run down (or a marathon down?) of what happened:
Mrs. AP is always very eager to please me anytime something worth celebrating rolls around. Okay, she’s very eager to please me all the time, as am I with her, so really there’s nothing terribly new in that aspect, but birthdays in particular are extra special. Anything goes for birthdays, and this night was no exception. We started the night just holding each other and talking, all distractions like TV and phones put away and turned off. We’d not well and truly talked about how we’re doing, what we want, and how to approach those things in quite some time. The best part of our relationship is how well we communicate when we both relax and share ourselves with each other, and while we’d never lost that ability we’d been focusing on so many other things this past year that we’d let slip some of that bonding time we need.
As our talking became more pervy and kinky the conversation delved into group sex and bi-boi play and how well some of our past lovers worked with us then and could again in the future. Talking of our past lovers always gets me excited, as scenes from our adventures play out on the film screen in my mind; images of Mrs. AP sliding down the largest cock I’ve ever seen in person while I hold it in place; images of her mouth sucking on a cock so intensely that she doesn’t get any warning before it explodes in her mouth; images of her on her back being roughly fucked while my cock muffles her deep moans. I can’t help but get hard at the thought of what we’ve done and what we might do again. Mrs. AP takes great delight in this and is sure to stroke and tease my cock until the pre-cum has formed puddles on my stomach. Talk soon turned to things we’ve not yet done, in which mention of DP and DVP came up. As we were discussing the pros and cons of the lovely cocks with which these things might happen vis a vis who could actually fit in which locations, one of us made mention of having one of those lovely cocks slide inside my tight ass.
The subject had been breached, and I was feeling relaxed, confident, and aroused enough to agree, or perhaps even insist, on us breaking out the toy box and seeing just how well our collection of toys could fit inside me. After all, if I couldn’t handle being filled by imitation cock there wasn’t much likelihood of me handling a real one, and it had been quite some time since Mrs. AP had flogged me and fucked me. In a flash Mrs. AP was off to the shower — I’d showered earlier in the evening — while I prepared the room. Top sheet and comforter were moved to the end of the bed and tucked neatly into quick-pull piles in case we got cold. Pillows were arranged at the top of the bed for maximum comfort and bed space. Candles were lit. Towels were laid down. Toy box, cleaner, gloves, condoms, and baby wipes were laid out for easy access.
Mrs. AP came back into the room to find me laying naked on the bed, my cock hard and throbbing for her. Not for her and one of our lovers. Not for her and Red and Red’s new girlfriend who were sleeping in the other room. All for her and for the deliciously deep dicking she was going to give me. She put her hair up and settled down between my legs, leaning forward to give my pulsing cock a long lick and a slow suck on the head before pulling her head up slowly until I audibly popped out of her mouth. She asked me which toys I wanted, and with a quick review session of our options I chose all the “life like” toy cocks we have, all of which happen to be Vac-U-Lock compatible. Toys selected, Mrs. AP slid a glove on her left hand cleaned all the toys with the spray toy cleaner we use. Those matters settled, she wiped her gloved hand dry of the cleaner and then lubed it up, and with her right hand wrapped around my cock she began teasing my ass with her finger. Just a gentle tease at first, circling the edge of my tight little rosebud before rubbing across it lightly. Slowly she added more pressure as the tease became a massage. As I relaxed into it and felt the pressure grow from pressing to encouraging my backdoor slowly opened and invited her finger in. As she passed through the first ring of muscle I gasped. As she passed through the second ring of muscle I groaned. Oh, how I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed this. My ass was ripe for the taking, and Mrs. AP was ready to take.
I suppose one could say it started like any typical Monday morning. The kids were all off to school, leaving the house empty of human beings except for Mrs. AP and me. She was in bed naked. I was soon naked and in bed with her. What happened over the next 2 hours was pure debauchery at it’s finest.
After the surgery Mrs. AP had, we’re under doctor’s orders for no intercourse until she’s checked out and we’re given the blessing for all systems go. For a couple as active as we are, it’s been agonizing. It’s also led to some incredibly hot “everything but” sessions like we’re a couple of teenagers trying to get every fix we can. It’s been lots of fun and has had the added bonus of forcing us (read: Me) to talk about what we like, what we want, and so forth. We spent every day of my “weekend” off from work either talking, cuddling, or playing in every way we could. In a word, we reconnected, which we both needed. I feel refreshed and comforted, and I think she does as well. Part of the problem we’ve been having in the physical reconnecting, however, is holding to those orders from the doctor.
This “problem” — ’cause really, it’s a relatively small problem as long as intimacy is being maintained, right? — started not long after Mrs. AP gave me one of the most amazing blowjobs in the history of blowjobs. One of the immeasurably wonderful things about Mrs. AP is that she gets turned on by turning me on, so by the time I’ve begun shooting my hot cum down her throat she’s ready for me to turn her over, grab her hair, slap her ass, and fuck her so hard she screams her throat raw. Not being able to do that right now requires getting a little more… creative… in our problem solving skills. Oh, how I wish all problems required such fun ways of finding solutions!
“So you want to ravage each other tonight?” Mrs. AP asked, a deep shiny gleam in her eye as she pounced me.
“Ohhh, that sounds delightful, ” I responded.
“What do you want to do?” She asked, sitting back a little, beaming down at me.
“I want you to flog me and fuck me.” I stated my intentions boldly, not giving myself time to think about how big a step this would be, or how much I would have to let go. I was letting my body and my needs lead me, and I needed to be Hers in ways people outside of BDMS just don’t understand.
She sat up a little more, looking at me quizzically for a moment, before leaning forward and asking “How do you want this to happen? What do you want me to use? This is our negotiation time; I want to make sure I won’t take things too far and hurt you.”
I looked into her eyes and held my voice steady as I said “Use your fingers, use toys, than take the strap-on and fuck me. I trust you. You won’t hurt me.”
“Good, ” She said. “Then go to the bathroom and when you come out I’ll have some tasks for you.”
As I grow and explore all the facets of myself that have lie dormant the past decade, I often find myself running headlong into ideas that both fascinate me and set my anxiety to full throttle. In many ways it’s like being a clumsy teenager again, where I know I want to try something but my inexperience sets my nerves ablaze. The perfectionist within me hates being unprepared or to look foolish or awkward, which leads me to over prepare and over anticipate and generally short circuit myself. This habit at least makes sense when I’m expecting to try something new and I’m nothing but nervous smiles and silly giggles. My protective mechanisms kick in and I react by becoming a nervous school girl. I get that. What I don’t get is why it happens when I’m expecting or presented with something I’m already done? Why the anxiety and insecurity over something I not only can handle but also enjoy?