It's a strange feeling you know, revealing all this personal information to you, the reader.
Fills me with strong emotions.
Excitement would be the main one, I do get very excited relating all this. And yes, if you were wondering, I do have to stop sometimes and relieve some of that tension...
I do get anxious too, how a new chapter will be received. With these stories being true I sometimes feel that they will not be exciting or interesting enough.
I do hope you, the reader, has enjoyed our journey so far.
This particular part of our past involving our good friend Dave is coming to an end. When it does, that doesn't mean I will stop writing about myself and John.
There's plenty more to tell, lots more that happened between losing Dave as part of our threesome lifestyle, and the present.
But for now....back to some more examples of our time with Dave.
I've previously given a detailed description of one of our dom/sub sessions. This fetish is something we indulged a lot over the years with our friend.
Oh I got to know my submissive side alright...
Here I'll just outline a few things we got up to.
Restraints...
These we experimented with. To be honest, I was never that keen, always preferring manual restraint.
I like to feel him overpower me, take physical control. Restraints are somewhat....cold.
The boys? Oh they loved tying me up, lazy sods, saved them the effort of holding me down.
I don't like handcuffs, they are literally cold. Although I do like the tinkling noise they make.
My favourite turned out to be a necktie, soft but firm...we had some good results with those, they make good gags too.
The boys learned a lot about knots, it's interesting sometimes....how you gain new skills.
The spanking.
Oh yes please, I love it.
Again, I prefer his bare hand to any implement.
Although, I did like the riding crop.
Tina, Dave's ex, used to ride and she had left some of her old stuff in their garage.
After a good clean it was put to good use....on me.
Oh my goodness....now that did sting, it requires a careful hand though, so easy to use too much force.
But, I always preferred just him on his own, yes the bindings and crop are good but nothing beats being physically restrained, not for me anyway.
I'm actually quite strong and managed sometimes to take Dave by surprise, getting my hands free.
In the early days anyway.
However John would usually be very close by watching and he'd quickly grab me, pinning me while Dave either got a better hold or maybe he would let John continue to hold me while he leisurely brought me to a screaming.... struggling climax.
These were some of my most intense orgasms, while being held down on my back with him on top, feeling his whole weight pressing me down.
That leering triumphant look when he knows he's won, and I'm going over the edge....
It's priceless.
I won't go into detail about these precious times as I have already given an example in a previous chapter.
I will instead relate an experience that happened to us involving another of our passions.... Being watched.
I'll have to fast forward here, to a time roughly 6 or 7 months after the last chapter.
I was 38 and in the midst of bliss.
A lover to two men, a toy to play with...an object to be used and abused....a goddess to be worshipped...
My every desire, and theirs, was met.
It was during this time of exciting discovery and fulfilment that we explored our exhibitionist side.
Although very secretive and guarded around people we knew, strangers were a different matter....
And, often indulging in outdoors fun, the possibility of someone watching us was ever present, much to our delight.
One such incident which we all remember well happened in the spring after we had met Dave.
It was a gorgeous saturday evening in may.
We had been for a drive in the country and found somewhere to park off the road adjacent to a large wooded area.
This particular wood we had visited only the previous week, and on that occasion I'd had a very strong feeling of being watched.
I didn't see or hear anyone and neither did the boys, but the feeling was there alright, I just knew someone was out there watching.
Those two thought I was being paranoid and it was dismissed. However, the idea that someone could be watching....was too good to ignore, hence our choosing to go back there the following week.
Anyway, we'd parked up and walked deep into the woods, I was dressed in knee high black leather boots, short flared skirt and skimpy blouse, no knickers.
On reaching what we thought was the previous week's spot, a padded blanket was laid out....and after a good look around us....the fun began.
First I went down on my knees and gave both of them a good lick....is it me? Or does cock taste better outdoors?
After I'd got both of my fellas good and hard, I lay down on the blanket....ready for a good seeing to.
Oh was I ready for it....and oh...did I get it.
Dave went first...he didn't come that time, but I did....hard...sinking my teeth into his shoulder....trembling from tip to toe.
Next came hubby, and for him I was bundled onto my knees, mounted, grabbed roughly by the hair and taken.
My body shaking violently with each deep, eager thrust.
