Pitching a tent, Threesome
There was this one occasion where myself and my girlfriend (Brie) at the time, took things to a new level.
We'd spoken before about our sexual limits but never even considered this as an option. It was a thing when I was younger to go camping with a large group of people all bring alcohol and whether it was at the beach or in the woods.
Myself and my girlfriend pitched up in the woods with our friends. A few lads brought a 5 man tent and enough beer to fill a reservoir!
There was a couple of girls who asked for help putting up their premier enormous tent for just the two of them. The guys offered their assistance and got it pitched.
With our tent also finished we pumped up the air mattress and unfolded our camping chairs. We helped set up a small fire in the opening where we'd all set up so far. More people were due to arrive shortly but the few that had already arrived had decided better get the tent erected before the sunset.
As the evening went on, more people arrived and it quickly got out of hand. The booze flowed and the conversations turned to conquests and stories. I found out that my girlfriend had gone through the discovery phase exploring bisexuality before me and I was her first male partner in 2 years.
A surprise, I said "let's speak about later privately". We laughed it off and I revealed that of all the weird things that the group revealed we turn on's I was impartial to feet and heels.
It suddenly clicked for my partner why I'd brought her heels for her birthday, I asked her to keep them on for the doggy style smashing she received shortly after we got home from her birthday meal.
The girls in the big tent revealed they'd spoken while drunk previously about dominating a man consensually together, binding his limbs and using him at the same time for their benefit.
The lads in the group squirmed as the finer details of their fantasy unraveled.
The sounds of the fire cracked as everyone pondered the thought of being dominated by two beautiful young women in their prime.
Before another word was said, the girls stood up, and retired for the evening. Holding hands as they zipped the tent up behind themselves. I looked at my partner and suggested we also make like trees and leaf for the night. She asked to finish her drink first as there was still people to tell their deepest darkest desires and she was nosy and not yet sleepy.
We finish off the ring around the fire hearing much more tame desires of blowjobs on nudist beaches and one girl who was desperate to actually squirt.
We doused the fire and separated to our tents but one of our friends was left without a place to sleep. She was a young hairdresser from my college days and knew my girlfriend closely and we offered her to share with us. She had no sleeping bag or change of clothes so I have her my coat around her shoulders and she took my place on the air bed with my girlfriend. I lay next to my girlfriend on the floor and pulled my sleeping bag up.
As a thank you the hair dresser we will call grace offered to color my girlfriend's hair and give her a fresh cut. I said that was lovely but where was my compensation for letting her in. She giggled, leaned over my girlfriend's face. Her breast literally smoothering my partner and kissed my cheek.
Gasping slightly with a flushed expression, my girlfriend gulped and said "maybe" with a quip. "Maybe show him your feet, he likes that!"
They both giggled at my expense and i remarked that my girlfriend's blushed cheeks suggested she'd be happier with breasts in her face again.. that red complexion returned and she asked if I was mad for not telling me about her past relationships being both sex's.
I said I wasn't mad, and her anxious look turned into a smile and she rolled into me embrace, she kissed me
And said "while we're telling truths, grace your breasts are so delightfully soft and supple."
"Supple" she replied with a pause "Do you mean small"
My girlfriend rolled towards grace back onto the bed.
"Not small, look at my face of course I enjoyed the brief moment they were up in my space" she cooed.
She glanced at me and I shrugged approvingly, to show I didn't mind another woman's breasts in my girlfriend's face. Grace looked still sad about the comments made about her chest so I tried to show my appreciation too. In hindsight this is where all of the existing lines were crossed.
"Grace, bigger breasts are more a pain than a blessing. And look how they affect Brie! And let's be honest I don't mind them either. What we can see anyway, so unless you're hiding 3 nipples and a huge wart I think your lucky.." "these things" grabbing my girlfriend's breasts and jiggling them and kneading them through her top "are great until you have to carry them"
"Babe!!!" Swatting my hands Brie glared at me.
"There's no extra nipple, no warts" grace exclaimed.
"They're just smaller than Brie's" her exclamation turned to jealousy. As her hands slid up Brie's chest struggling to encapsulate her breasts in her small hands!
"Now it's a party" I chimed as Brie's chest heaved as a moan parted her pursed lips.
I kissed Brie on the lips and sat back to watch as Grace's confidence grew and she became increasingly inquisitive as her hands moved to the buttons on Brie's top.
Eyes closed pushing her chests out amicably, she wanted to see where this would go. I uncovered her from the blanket and giving grace, space to work. Her nimble fingers proved she wasn't as drunk as I'd first expected, just enough to loosen inhibitions.
Once her bra was exposed she leant forward taking graces face in both hands.
Pressing their lips together I could see it all. The dimly lit tent was lit by passion as these two pealed each other's top halves of dress away!
Looking towards me as Brie's lips ventured to grace's neck she asked what I thought cupping her own breast and pushing them towards me.
Speechless I just gave a thumbs up and allowed the spectacle to continue.
My back was pressed against the fabric of the tent, a cold breeze shook the tent and I asked if anyone was cold. From the grunts I assumed the activities were causing a distinct lack of requirement for blankets.
Unsure of what to do other than watch I decided to help Brie out of her remaining clothes. The sleeping bag had been kicked off in the tussle of body parts swooning. Their pale skinned limbs completely tangled in front of me as they couldn't get enough of each other.
Grace became enchanted by the fact Brie's breasts were mostly exposed, the continued caressing had forced the majority of Brie's 32E cups from the Lacey prison.
Brie pushed Grace's head momentarily away from her cleavage where here kisses had lingered. Leaning up on her elbow she tried to roll Grace onto her back..
The way Grace voice the whimpered as she fell onto her back was all the encouragement Brie needed to take more control. With me she'd always relinquished the control so she delighted in the new found power.
