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The Return of Real Sex

Red spent the weekend over for his Birthday, and he’d been joking since the week prior that one of the things he wanted for his birthday was another threesome with Mrs. AP and me — it had been some time since our last one — and as the week went by my mind kept turning more and more to both how much I love watching Mrs. AP when we have another man in our bed and also how much I miss sliding my lips down a nice hard cock and how Red has repeatedly said he needs to be “not so sober” for that to happen.

Lo and behold, during dinner Red availed himself of some recently acquired Sake to become very quickly inebriated.  Aloud, my jokes and innuendos about him joining us became more obvious (to me, at least) while internally I started wondering how he’d taste, if he’d rise to the occasion, etc..  After all, I know I can be persuasive once my lips are on somebody, but I’d need his full consent for that and even drunk he might not grant that.  Still, I wondered, and open flirted, and hinted, and only kept some outright comments to myself because the children were still awake and there are some invitations they just don’t need to hear.  We carried on for roughly 30 minutes with our back and forth bantering and flirting until suddenly!… Red declared himself drunkenly exhausted and stumbled off to bed to sleep for 8 hours.

As I later told Mrs. AP while we were lying in bed, I was a little butt-hurt, but it was of my own making.  I’d not been clear enough in my invitation, and expecting somebody else to properly interpret flirting and innuendo — particularly in an inebriated state — is unfair.  It’s also not like I’ve forever ruined our chances of having another man, or specifically Red, join us in bed; he’s over all the time, plus we’re more actively looking for another lover.  Just because I wasn’t able to satisfy my threesome craving right then and there doesn’t mean I won’t be able to scratch that itch later.  Until then, there are plenty of other ways to meet needs, and Mrs. AP and I had some other needs that were needing met.  Our talk faded into soft kisses, which slowly grew more bold and intense until our lips risked bruising from our passion.  We shifted, one our sides and pressed together, so that my hand could slide down between Mrs. AP’s open legs, where I found her freshly shaven, hot, wet, and ready for me.

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An Unexpected Threesome

“He says when you come home to make sure you have your big-boy pants on.”

These words Mrs. AP typed to me while she and our former roommate (Red) were having a long heart to heart in our room while I was at work.  I knew he’d been struggling with some mental demons as of late, and we were all still adjusting to his semi-regular returns to the house to see the kids.  He’s a good guy, but his temperament doesn’t always mesh well with mine, and he tends to get assumptive about what he can and cannot do in the house in regards to personal space.  Well, that and at times it seems he’s forgotten than he and Mrs. AP haven’t been romantically or sexually involves in years, and that he has the right to have his way with her whenever the mood so strikes him.  Yes, it’s bothered me off and on for years.  As a matter of respect, it struck me that he had none for us.  With all of that in mind, I had to struggle through the final hour of work and the drive home through rush hour traffic not knowing exactly how this conversation was going to meander.  My anxiety level was high, despite all my attempts to calm myself on the drive home.  (To wit, meditation has limited effectiveness on crowded highways.)

Once I was home and changed, Red asked that I just sit and listen.  He’d been working with Mrs. AP all day on realizing exactly what he wants and how to go about achieving it.  I listened, holding Mrs. AP’s hand, as Red explained that he still loved Mrs. AP, that he was unhappy with everybody else he’d tried to date in the past several years, and that what he ultimately wanted was to get some of his mood imbalances controlled, get us trusting him again, and for us to help him find a woman that all of us could get along with both in and out of the bedroom so that Red and New Girl could be Primaries while Mrs. AP and I remained Primaries, but all while having a larger shared Quad experience wth hopefully some play between Mrs. AP and New Girl.  Whomever she may be.

Okay, I was a little disappointed that everybody got their kinks fulfilled in that scenario except me and my love of men, but Red followed that up with saying “Of course, you two could still find your pretty Bi guys on the side to play with, and if he was a good fit for all of us he could join the group sometimes too.”  I was surprised.  Red isn’t Bi, nor is he homophobic — in fact, he and Mrs. AP were a semi-regular Vee with much group sex involved with Mrs. AP’s ex-husband — but hearing him give voice to my concerns about my love of a hard cock in my mouth before I’d had a chance to respond made me look at him in a more positive light.  Here he was, pouring out his heart and soul searching and expressing his desire for how things would ideally work out, and he still had time to take stock of how I might react and address that.  It was endearing.

As the evening rolled on, the three of us discussed some of the issues and concerns we’d all had with each other while living together and the changes we all wanted to see in behavior.  Red promised to be more thoughtful and considerate of Mrs. AP and I and the relationship we have.  We promised to be more thoughtful and considerate of his feelings and inner demons.  After this and making sure all the kids were put to bed we were lounging about, talking about whatever topics of conversation passed in and out of our heads, when suddenly Mrs. AP leaned over, shoved my shorts and underwear to my knees, and swallowed my cock.

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Blow Me Away

I was on my back on the bed looking up at Mrs. AP as she came into the room.  She smiled as her gaze caressed my naked form, the sparkle coming into her eyes with an intensity that’s been missing for over a week.  In slow, measured movements she closed the door behind her and peeled her shirt over her head, swaying her hips gently as her delicious breasts emerged from cover.  She tossed her shirt to the side and crawled onto the bed, her eyes hungry, her smile dancing dangerously.  Her lips met mine with a ferocity that still surprises, amazes, and entices every time.  Never have I ever been kissed by anybody who can put so much intensity and emotion into the seemingly simple sensation of pressing together two pairs of lips.

Her hand trailed down my chest, teasing all the sensitive and tickly spots before spiraling lower to brush against my hardening cock.  I felt her smile against my lips as her hand wrapped around me and squeezed.  My cock became her stress toy, her hand pulsing around me as she tested how hard she could grip me before I cried out in that swirling kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain.  She pulled back, grinning a cheshire cat grin, and shifted to her knees before turning and lowering her tantalizing lips to the throbbing head of my rock-hard cock.

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Why I Love Oral Sex

I posted the below as a comment on N. Like’s blog My Dissolute Life, specifically under the post “What Do You Know About Cock Worship”  It occurred to me that it was a powerful enough writing to warrant it’s own posting here as well.  Enjoy.

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