In my wilder days, BDSM was my primary sexual interest. Although at this stage I had only experimented with single males, it was also around this time that I began to get serious about my desire to have sex with girls, too. For some reason, BDSM and swinging don't often seem to overlap - most people are into one or the other, but rarely both. So when I met Lucy and John, who enjoyed both of these lifestyles, I knew I had struck gold. I had to have them to take my MFF threesome virginity, throwing in some kink to boot.
At 21 the fantasy of being with a woman for the first time excited me to no end. Lucy was 34. She had long blonde hair and had the most perfect arse in the world. Her smile was naughty and she was quick witted. Her partner, John, was 32, dark, tall and well built. He was approachable and friendly. In many ways, they were both alike in body and mind, and as a couple, their dynamic worked well. They were very much in love. I was more shy than them, and their gentle dominance drew me in. For a long time, Lucy and John were my only muse. I would obsess over threesome porn, and we would often flirt, sending each other dirty videos and pictures.
Although it was John who first approached me, it was Lucy who made the first move to take things further. On the first occasion, we agreed to just meet for a casual drink. We hit things off well and I had lost track of time; I was already late for a friends birthday so we agreed to call it a night. I drove them home round the corner, and pulled up into their drive.
"Bye sexy," said John, getting out of the car.
Lucy said she would only be a minute, as he went into the house. I wondered what was to come.
As the door shut, I felt the touch of Lucy's hand on my leg. I turned to her and we kissed; it felt so natural. Her hand slowly made its way upwards and I gently ran my hands up her body, over her chest, feeling her nipples through a bra that had no padding. I quickly became engrossed in a passionate make out and wondered if John would return to the car.
Her fingers edged their way up my skirt. I was wearing no knickers and she laughed as she began to stroke my wet, smooth shaven pussy that was throbbing with excitement. I was so turned on, I could no longer control myself. Her fingers massaged my clit and she soon slid two fingers deep inside me. I let out a moan. With my legs spread in the drivers seat of her car park, she bagan to finger me, hard and fast, until I told her I was about to cum.
"Promise me you will see us again," she said, edging me closer and closer.
"Come over tomorrow..."
"I will," I said.
The tension was killing me and my heart was racing. Suddenly, at a crucial moment, she stopped, removing her fingers from my tight hole. I couldn't finish. She laughed, tasted me on her fingers, and got out of the car.
It took me a while to process what had happened, until it sunk in. Lucy had just abandoned me, on the verge of an orgasm. I was desperate to cum, hanging on the brink. Horny, wet and frustrated.
To this day, I don't know if John saw us that night, but I have no doubt that Lucy will have told him all of the details. I had been mind fucked, and left with a promise that I would see them both again.
I was already late to a friends birthday party and had major sex hair from the make out session with Lucy. Dirty thoughts consumed me, and I had to pull over on the side of a country road before I arrived to finish the job, making me even more late. I quickly began touching myself as I thought about them both. I imagined John's hard cock, throbbing inside me, and the gentle touch of my fingers across my pussy was Lucy's tongue. I came hard; the built up tension of the night was too much for me to take.
After that night, it wasn't long before the next meet up. We took things at a gradual pace - they always seemed to leave me wanting more. Our next date was a carefully planned scenario. It was clear that we all wanted to have a threesome and the chemistry was strong between us. It was also clear that I was the more submissive one out of all of them, and this ignited their wicked imagination. They wanted me to be their sub for the evening. I politely obliged their request, wondering what was to follow.
I wasn't sure what they had arranged. I even wondered if there were more people at their house because they had mentioned that they occasionally threw private parties. I remember them testing the waters, asking if this interested me. I said that it did, and couldn't help but wonder if they had actually arranged for me to be their party slave. Was I to be gang banged by a group of strangers? I wondered if they would be this cruel...
Their instructions were clear. I was to arrive in heels and a short dress, with cuffs around my ankles and wrists and a collar around my neck. The chains and leash I would carry in my hand. As soon as I entered, I would hand them over. We would of course, use protection, and I would be given a safe word, but this is all that I knew. I had no idea what was in store beyond this point. I was at their mercy.
As I arrived at the house, I was hoping no one would notice me getting out of the car in my cuffs and collar. They left the door open and I entered their dimly lit house. John stood there, naked and hard, his big cock just bobbing between his legs, but there was no sign of Lucy. I handed him the chains and leash, feeling myself getting wet.
"Take off your dress," He said, with the look of lust in his eyes.
I slowly pulled up my dress, revealing my underwear underneath. We locked eyes.
"Good, now get on your knees," he instructed.
I slowly got down.
John placed a blindfold around my eyes and a gag around my mouth. I felt him grip my neck and place the leash around the collar.
"Come with me."
