Coffee In The Morning

We were late waking. Our three bodies were still curled around each other after falling into that position exhausted from passion and perhaps from an overdose of enthusiasm. Nothing had been planned to happen, but we had arrived there after a realisation during the evening that a lot of tension had built up. Over the past days, we'd spent a lot of time together, close together. Sometimes all three together, sometimes a combination of any two. And finally over a relaxed evening of unwinding, good food and a little wine the atmosphere became heavy and thunderous; keen to be released.

The talk was open. About history and experiences, feelings and emotions, remembering the good times and drawing the positives out of those not-so-good times. There was no holding back; we sensed that our time spent together was leading somewhere, to a new and exciting future perhaps. We were open to the possibilities.

Eyes sparkled over the wine and in the firelight. Voices lowered and became more meaningful. We talked about each other, talked about what we liked and what would be an adventure. Talked about the risks we'd like to take, the excitement we'd like to feel. How nervous we'd be. Did anyone suggest that we keep going upstairs or did it just happen? Once the first move was made, we all knew where this was going. The consent was implicit, but we checked. "Are you OK with this? Are we OK with this? Do we even know what this is?" The yes was silent. No-one wanted to break the magic but the kisses we shared said more than the words ever could.

We held hands -- all three -- as we climbed the stairs. Shirts unbuttoned, dresses unzipped, pants slipped down, bodies vertical and admiring; bodies horizontal and exploring. No words were necessary. Each kiss both satisfied and aroused. As one couple kissed, the other touched and stroked; the back of the neck, the hair, the waist, the hips, the bum. No-one was a spare party, all played with all in all combinations, dominant and submissive, sharing and comforting. Hands strayed all over. Not massage but more intimate, more explorative, more satisfying. Hands became lips, lips became desires, desires were openings into the body and into the spirit.

No gap between arousal and satisfaction, just a flow of energy as each took, received, shared. Satisfaction was in small measure yet gradually increased as each one of us drew energy from another. Her lips, your mouth, your hands, her breasts, my tongue, her vulva, her hands, my cock. And around and around, a circle of mouth, pussy, hand, prick, mouth, nipple, mouth and more. My cock, her cunt, her tongue, your ass, your fingers, her face, her hands, your breasts.

Who came where? Who knew, who cared. The cycle continued until -- and perhaps even after -- sleep came.

This was the first time we'd met this new person and there was a new excitement. This was the first time this woman had been with another woman, and the first time she'd shared a bed with two people. This was the first time we'd allowed another -- and allowed ourselves to share our love with another. We realised that love was not a finite quantity to be measured and spared in case it ran out; it could be -- and was -- limitless and would be replenished and added to each time. The more we gave our love away, the more we received in return. There was a lot of exploring to be done with the knowledge that there was no more hello or goodbye that made any sense. Our feelings were continuous and all we had to do was recognise them and continue them.

So we woke late. As we woke, we touched each other again and connected again. Arousal seemed more intense with the dawn, as though the sun streaming in through the open shutters had created more energy for us. I woke as I was engorged, then swallowed, afraid to open my eyes yet stiff as never before with excitement for my lover. I turned to welcome you with the dawn and open your body to my kisses and connect you with my arousal. This was not an ending but a continuation and we continued by turning our attention to our new companion.

Finally, our breathing slowed, our pulses returned to normal and our bodies recognised the need for reinvigoration that our spirits had just enjoyed.

Who was it said first; "Coffee everyone?"