M and I were separated for a long hot summer while she took care of some family business across the country. She passed the time with provocative selfies for me and her followers on social media, while I prepared a series of challenges for my beautiful, salacious and submissive partner to complete upon her return. This story is about the first of those challenges.
My birthday was about a week after her return and I told M of my plan to have a friend over to celebrate. Knowing I had just moved to the city and had no friends, M surmised that there was a little more to it than that, but she is a good natured woman for whom I have had difficulty finding actual limits. We are adventurers, M and I, and the only thing that truly makes us sad is being bored.
I found Bill's profile on a swinger's web site. He was a single male pictured in a suit and tie and with a respectful tone to his profile, highlighted by his willingness to join couples relationships to provide confidence, excitement and pleasure to the woman. He had many verifications from other users of the site, indicating that he was real and had a degree of sexual competence. When I initially contacted him he balked at meeting, which surprised me because I assumed this was how things were done. Perhaps he usually met the couple, rather than just the man.
Ultimately, M's charming profile photos compelled him to meet me for dinner and a couple drinks about a week before she got back to town. I explained the situation, that M was submissive to me and did whatever I told her to, that she also was extremely sexual and enjoyed a variety of encounters in various settings, that she took care of herself and dressed very nicely to highlight herself in such situations, but that I could not guaranty anything in particular would happen. I explained that our only experience with another man was a poorly negotiated disaster that nevertheless remained one of our hottest memories and that I wanted to get it right this time. I told Bill that I liked things to be spontaneous, but within a game plan of some sort.
I also told Bill about our other encounters — sex in a variety of public places, exhibitionism, swingers clubs, munches, dance bars, dungeons and adult theaters. How we were oddly set between the BDSM and swinger communities. Bill told me about several of his encounters, including one with a hair stylist that actually vetted him by cutting his hair before bringing him to her home for a massage and fucking him on the table with her husband in the next room. He mentioned several times that he liked to have time with the woman alone and I explained that this might be difficult due to our prior experience sharing M with another man.
Although not precluding other scenarios, I explained to Bill that the basic idea was to have him over to our place for my birthday dinner. We would have a few drinks and chat and M would prepare and serve us a delicious meal as we got to know each other. If that was going well, we would offer her a four handed massage to get her clothes off and bring her to multiple orgasms. After a break for some desert we might continue on back in the bedroom, hopefully bringing her into sub space. Bill eagerly agreed to this plan.
M is a beautiful woman, which makes recruiting men easy. Her face and smile are her primary attractors for both men and women. Her tits are perfect, perky B cups that she knows how to feature and will always belie her age. Add to that a little rounded bottom that brings it all together on her 5'3" 120 pound frame. She pairs that with a personality that just exudes warmth and sexuality — her mannerisms, her voice, and her eyes convey an openness to new experiences. Her thoughts are primal and uncomplicated — focused on the goal of pleasure for the evening.
It took me quite a while to gather the courage to give M the specifics about my birthday dinner plans. In fact I did not tell her until the day before. I was relieved by her calm demeanor about the situation, she did not panic or say no immediately. Rather, she heard me out, looked at Bill's profile on the swinger's website and his verifications and just let things play out. She did comment that Bill was not handsome, but I assured her he looked fine in person and was actually an athletic hockey player who retired early and liked to work in his metal shop. M couldn't really act all excited about the prospect of being with another man, but I could tell that she was looking forward to the extra attention.
The idea of this night was to get over our previous threesome experience and open ourselves to fun opportunities that may present themselves in the future. I have given up the idea of searching for a unicorn due to M's jealousy, but still want the excitement of others in our bed from time to time. I know it turns M on to be the naughty center of attention.
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Our first encounter with another man occurred a year earlier at a swinger's club in Seattle. The room was lit with black lights that made the stripes in my shirt jump out when I went to the bar. The bartender stuck a number on our bottle and made two drinks with cranberry juice and ice. I glanced around the place and was drawn to a short chubby guy running a Wartenberg wheel along the spine of an equally plump woman with her top pulled down, tits spilling out on the table. She arched her back as the wheel rode down her vertebrae and her friends watched, drinking and laughing.
M came back from the locker where she stored her street clothes and the room full of swingers stopped talking when she sat down next to me wearing a red boned corset, black vinyl booty shorts with a zipper that went all the way from front to back, black fishnets and red pumps. A fine silver chain around her neck with a turquoise heart bounced off the notch in her collarbone and she dazzled with diamond stud earrings and an infectious smile framed by deep red lipstick.
It didn't take long for the chubby man with the wheel to approach us. Turned out his name was Jeff and he was a registered nurse. We were seated at a small round table nearest to the dance floor and I insisted that he try everything on M in front of everyone. Some of the items were designed to give light pin prick pain as they moved up and down M's body, while others caused her to feel immense pleasure. I straddled my chair as M's moans rose and I knew her little pussy was wet, with all eyes on her. Jeff brought a glowing mixture in shot glasses for us to sip while he continued his exploration of M, slowly crawling the wheels and brushes around and eventually into all of her most sensitive crevices.
I told M that we should bring Jeff back to the couples only area with us since he had been so nice and I was quite surprised that she agreed. We had never done anything like that before, did not know each other's limits and literally had no plan. But I knew M's pussy was dripping by now and her mind had already accepted the prospect of having sex in public. In this mindset, she loves to be directed and consents easily, freeing the whore just beneath the surface.
M took Jeff's hand and led him back to a play room first and then came back for me. Jeff had a bag with larger impact toys and brought it into the small room that was furnished with a spreader table and a couple of beds. Knowing that she couldn't wait even a minute more, I unzipped M's booty shorts and placed her legs in the stirrups and began sucking on her nipples, directing Jeff between her legs. Jeff dove right in, kissing the insides of her thighs before rapidly flicking her clit with his tongue. This caused M to moan and shudder intensely as she pushed her wet mound up into Jeff's tongue. I held her wrists as Jeff quickened his pace, spreading her thighs to better access her clit.
"My God, Oh God, Oh my God. Don't stop, don't stop" she murmured as Jeff flicked her to her first unmistakeable orgasm. Her torso tightened as she pressed hard against Jeff's face, squeezing his head with her quivering thighs. Jeff looked up from between her legs smiling, his tongue still flicking intensely.
I knew exactly what to do next, turning M over with her beautiful ass in the air and telling Jeff to break out his floggers.
"What a needy little slut you were for coming so quickly on Jeff's tongue" I whispered in her ear, "that is as good as any reason to punish you."
"Mmmmm," she groaned, writhing and arching her butt on the flogging table.
Jeff started with a deer hide flogger mixed with rabbit fur. He bore down with this "warm up" flogger for about 5 minutes, landing strokes on her back, ass and thighs, with extra attention given to M's sit bones.
