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.
