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Sweet Dreams and Hard Mornings

The other night I had a deliciously dream of debauchery.  I’m sure it means my subconscious is telling me that I have needs or wants or desires that are unfulfilled, which makes since considering I’ve spent the last 18 months recovering from one medical emergency or another.  This dream, however, was the most vivid a dream I think I’ve ever had.  I could not only see everything, but also taste and smell and feel everything, which is perhaps the best way to have a dream that includes wanton submission to all things hedonistic.  Come along for the ride, won’t you?

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Doubling Down

Last week I finally got a chance to fulfill one of my fantasies, thanks to a great deal of understanding and assistance from Mrs. AP and a timely visit to our house by Red.  You might remember Red.  He was the featured guest in An Unexpected Threesome last year.  He’s also properly medicated now, which makes him a great deal of fun to be around.   He’s jovial, witty, a bit raunchy, and overall a much better version of himself.  It’s refreshing to see him like this.  Compare to the four years I knew him while he had no access to the proper medication, the difference is incredible.  It makes me like him far more than I expected I could when we first met.  He’s told me the feeling is mutual.  We’re cool.

Moving on.  While Red was staying the night, getting away from pressure of work and family and generally needing to decompress, he retired to his usual spot when he stays over; on our bed.  You see, our place is small, and the best place to gather to watch TV together is the bedroom, so on the bed he flops.  Also, he’s family.  It works.  And while on the bed, once the kids were all tucked away for the night, he made himself more comfortable by stripping.  Not much had to come off, mind you; he was in his boxer briefs prior to that point, but he finds them confining.  I understand.  Boy bits need room to breathe, after all.

After he was naked for a bit, I joined him in the land of nudity and removed by jeans and underwear.  This left only Mrs. AP wearing anything, nestled between us in her tee shirt and underwear.  I curled up on my side and nestled against her, caressing her legs and rubbing her arms, all the while glancing at Red fully on display and ever so slightly plump in the warmth of the room.  My thoughts started racing, imagining the possibilities now that there were two naked men on the bed sandwiching a mostly naked Mrs. AP.  To no surprise to me — or really to Mrs. AP, for that matter — I was soon rock hard and pressed against her leg, which soon led to me dripping down her leg as a gentle river of precum began to meander about.  She noticed this, repeatedly, and alternated between pretending to be shocked and being deliciously amused.  This went on for ten to fifteen minutes, before Mrs. AP pretended to need to stretch and leaned forward on the bed, arching her back and rocking up on her knees.  In this position Red and I had a fantastic view of Mrs. AP’s barely covered ass and pussy, and we both wasted no time in caressing every inch of her we could reach before I hooked a finger into her skimpy underwear and pulled it to the side to reveal her plump, sweet lips.  Red and I both reached for her, his fingers against mine, as we teased Mrs. AP’s lips and gently slid just inside her.  As she moaned, I slid one finger down to tease her clit while Red pushed a finger farther inside her, filling her slowly.  Mrs. AP rocked her hips back against us, before leaning back — pulling both our hands away in the process — and teasingly mentioning that she hadn’t issued an invitation.  We all laughed, and Red quipped “Fine, can we get you naked and play with you?”  Mrs. AP looked at me questioningly.  In response, I pressed my throbbing, hard cock against her leg and nodded.  Just like that, off came her shirt and thong.

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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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To Scratch That Itch

SINful friends, it’s been some time since a proper update from me, and for that I do apologize.  Mrs. AP and I have been kept busy the past 3 – 4 weeks trying to scramble to find a new place, pack, and pull off the move without absolutely killing ourselves.  With a great deal of stubbornness, perseverance, and a miracle or two we managed, but not without consequence.  We’re both quite sore several days later, and we both remain exhausted.  Even so, we’re faced with a new place in which we must unpack our belongings and start downsizing; as it was we filled a 17 foot U-Haul truck floor to ceiling, front to back.  For a family of 5 — we’re sans roommates now! — this is just too much, both to move and to fit in our new, smaller place.

In the middle of the move Mrs. AP pulled me aside and informed me that she’d been having some mental hangups and possessive feelings when it came to sharing me but that those had now passed.  The next day she told me she’d had a very arousing dream involving another couple we know.  She got all cute and shy and embarrassed when I started asking about it.  (I love how she can be cute and demure and shy discussing things out of bed but be absolutely into it and up for anything once the ice gets broken and cloths start coming off.)  The most I was able to get out of her was that “we all did everything two couples can do.”

In my mind this can be a veritable smorgasbord of sexual activity, and several of my fantasies (see here) came flooding into my head.  I pictured bodies moving and mouths exploring and hands caressing and haven’t been able to get the images out of my head, which tells me two very important things:

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