This is a recollection from my past. I recently reread some old writings from a boyfriend and one of his friends, who shared a sexual experience with us. As I reread those old stories, I realized this was possibly my first salacious act. Their writing was more informal and just a stream of memories so I rewrote their stories from their voices as best as I could
For me this was a significant sexual experience which I am still trying to figure out how it happened and what I feel about it. Part of me still thinks my boyfriend arranged it and part of me thinks I did this myself. Tom, my boyfriend, and I had a lot of followup discussions after.
Basically Tom had a friend hanging out with us, we were playing and flirting together, and I ended up fucking Tom in front of Daniel, his friend. And while I should have been more cautious about unintended consequences, it really was an incredible experience.
Both Tom and Daniel wrote down their experiences. Interestingly, while both stories were from the same event, they had a lot of differences. It took me a long time to write about this from my perspective. At the time I couldn't say yet if I wanted this to happen again or if it was just a single experience.
Luckily Daniel had been the perfect friend to include. He agreed to keep this a secret at the time. I guess I am the one to finally share the details.
I have since learned that writing erotica is fun. I wrote several other stories, many which are based at least partially on actual events. Thus, this event was transformative and probably influenced so much since.
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I was both an exhibitionist and voyeur in front of friend
Tom and Daniel were out playing soccer, as they did most Saturdays. I went to my sisters that morning to store some of my personal items. She in turn had a bunch of boxes ready to donate to Goodwill. I agreed to drop off these boxes for her. Secretly I also wanted to look through her donations as there are often items I wanted to take for myself.
I had recently moved out of an apartment when my roommate got married. I had been staying with Tom while I looked for another place. It was inevitable that Tom and I would eventually live together but I felt then that it was too early in our relationship. When I came back to Tom's house I discovered Daniel was going to spend the afternoon with us. We didn't have any set evening plans but I was kinda disappointed to be hosting when I just wanted a day alone with Tom.
Daniel was probably Tom's friend that I liked the most. He was quiet, respectful, and had a killer body. Tom and Daniel had classic tight soccer bods. I never complained when these two worked out together as Tom would come home full of adrenaline. My sexual arousal was higher with Tom than it had been in any previous relationship. There must have been something in his pheromones after he worked out. Just seeing his arms flex was enough to get me in the mood to initiate. I was always described as submissive and reserved until Tom showed me how to be in control of my sexual identity.
There was a brief spat about my bringing the Goodwill boxes into Tom's house before I turned it into a game. Tom loved costume parties and cross dressing. So I suggested we sort through these clothes and look for something we could wear together. The three of us discovered a trove of good options. Soon I had most of the donations repacked and ready to take back out to the car.
Our pile of keepers consisted mostly of vests, skirts, and other random accessories. Without any evening plans we agreed to try on our stock and divvy items between us three.
Tom, still wound up from his morning soccer, asked me to model some of the items he found sexy. I liked Daniel but wasn't exactly comfortable with much of Tom's suggestions. He seemed to have wanted to show me off. Later in the night I wouldn't have been so embarrassed. But that afternoon seemed out of place. I was turned on by Tom's energy, and knowing that he just showered I would have jumped him if Daniel wasn't there.
I didn't take Tom up on his offer. He was holding all of the tight see-through tops as if he wanted Daniel to see me naked. I remember many late night parties when Tom had expressed an interest for me to expose myself. I just brushed those off as drunken statements but later Tom actually admitted to his voyeur kink.
During sex Tom would also make references to being watched, or maybe even having others involved. Those seemed to be in the moment type of thoughts which never came up outside of the bedroom. Frequently I wanted to ask Tom about his actual desires but we never found the right time. Often when the topic would come up, it would be late and we would fuck. Then the thought would go away. And during the day it never felt appropriate to ask about sexy kinks. After this event it was obviously a symptom of our relationship ignorance.
I grabbed the sheer top Tom held out for me and said I wouldn't make our guest uncomfortable, but maybe I would try it on later for him. Tom tried once more to convince me and surprisingly Daniel said he was also interested. That was bold for a guest, even a close friend, to also ask me to expose myself.
So that day I brushed off Tom's suggestions of exhibitionism and said he was being lazy to just ask the girl to show off. Instead, I requested the guys should impress the girl in the room as private models. I figured if he wanted me to feel vulnerable it should cost him first. It was my test to see how serious he was. I can't remember what excuse I used but it worked. The guys agreed to model for me.
Tom loved being the flamboyant showman anyway. Yes, this audience was small and he had to share the stage with his friend. But he didn't know how turned on I was, and that I was hoping this would convince him to send Daniel away.
Tom pushed me to take control. He figured if they were modeling for me, then I should be their master. He may have even used the term dominatrix. He said if I wanted to turn the tables on the sexy female costume choices then I needed to find sexy outfits for the men.
It wasn't that hard for me. They both had similar bodies. They both excelled in my favorite department; men's chests. I accepted Tom's challenge and if Daniel wasn't going to leave then I was going to include him equally. Maybe at least the enjoyment of looking at him would get me excited for fucking Tom later. I walked around the two guys slowly. My girlfriends loved commenting on Tom's ass, which was superbly defined. I can't explain why but I was totally turned on by his chest. In this case I tried to give them the sense of how women felt as sex objects.
I was a bit naive in thinking this would make any point. Both of them seemed to like being treated like sex objects. So if they wanted to be sex objects, then I was going to use them as such. I dug into the pile and picked out two vests that would show off their soccer bods.
It had been Tom who previously mentioned including others in our bedroom. But I still felt somewhat ashamed for wanting to see Daniel's body alongside Tom's. When Tom first made these bedroom comments I was a bit freaked out. It bounced around my head for weeks. After the freak out calmed down I felt shame. Then there was concern that Tom didn't respect our relationship. When we had sex during this time the emotions ranged from being totally turned on by my thoughts and being disgusted by Tom. He never explained his feelings and mine were not forming easily. It had been several weeks of my mind wandering around these thoughts when this experience with Daniel occurred.
The boys stepped out a few times as I kept giving them items to try. Eventually they ended up with the best tight vests over skirts. Their legs were fine, and would have caught the attention of most women. But there was nothing better than their arms, chests, and stomachs for me. I caught myself wanting to check Daniel out in detail but was stifled by fear of Tom's reaction if he knew what was in my mind.
