Sandy and I thoroughly debriefed each other after our first threesome with Steve after he had left. She was languid with pure sexual satisfaction – as well she should have been – and found that she delighted in being the center of attention. She also found the sheer naughtiness of it all wonderfully satisfying. Sandy was high on her herself and on her newfound freedom as a recently divorced woman, determined to make up for lost time. More than just spreading her sexual wings, she was glad to be finally living life on her own terms. What I found fascinating was her take on Steve. I wanted to know her level of interest in him.
"Steve is not boyfriend or really even friend material for that matter. I mean, he's a player by his own admission," she mused. "I do like bad boys sometimes, so he's that, with all of his alpha male stuff. I really don't find him all that attractive but I'm drawn by his attitude. A woman can see him coming a mile away but still he's just so damn sexy!"
Sandy and I really bonded that evening, a relationship that has continued to this day. She had a firm footing on life, despite the fact that she was often on her back in the first two years after her divorce. In time she accepted that I was not at all interested in remarrying, so I occupied a special place in her life as a treasured friend and occasional lover as she in time set out to find a true life partner. I'm glad to say that she succeeded. Steve joined us perhaps half a dozen more times over the next year and a half, sometimes at her instigation and sometimes at mine – he made it clear that he was always up for a repeat, so all it took was a phone call and reasonable notice for him to join us. Each session was intense, draining, and highly sexually charged.
Steve and I had random e-mail and occasional phone contact with each other during that period, usually to make arrangements for the next tryst. Interpersonally I found him to be agreeable though we were far from friends or even buddies really. He was a very bright guy though I was frankly a bit put off as he had only three topics of interest; women, motorcycles, and sailing. The first one I shared, though not to the consuming degree that he did. The latter two were of no interest at all. Steve wanted to compare online dating notes; more specifically the women he was seeing, doing, or wanted to do. This made sense – we were more or less sailing the same waters with the same group of women, so why not share and compare?
Occasionally we would meet for drinks at happy hour. I generally let him do most of the talking about the women he was dating. The guy was rapacious. This both fascinated and repelled me – fascinated by his obvious sexual successes yet repelled at the same time, perhaps because I genuinely liked women and was not one to treat women as disposable pleasures. Don't misunderstand – I was not in the running for monk-of-the-month. I was simply more moderate in my sampling. Generally I was not all that interested in his rap until he brought up the name of a woman I knew and had taken out and perhaps slept with. Steve was candid about whom he had 'done' and whom he had not been able to seduce. I knew of two women I had seen that he had slept with. It didn't take much of a push from me for him to provide details of his bedding these women – and when he did there was no hiding that electric effect it produced in me. Steve was a smart guy. He knew that I was 'into' his status as an alpha male. I mean I never, ever was the first one to pleasure Sandy in our threesomes. I always batted cleanup, in more ways than one. He actually didn't go into to much detail about his conquests, but this I knew – he always took women bareback. It appealed to his alpha male syndrome. He called it 'marking' them. This was in stark contrast to my use of condoms when the sex was casual.
One evening I got a call from Susan, one of the women we had both slept with. Steve had actually dated her exclusively for a few months, a rarity for him. She was that hot. Susan was a nice enough girl, though more of a party animal than I was, so our dating life was short lived. She had a superb body though and an even more superb sexual appetite. I genuinely liked her despite our obvious differences. She thought it would be fun to have dinner together and catch up. I lit up like a pinball machine at the sound of her voice, instantly hard knowing that Steve had had her repeatedly some months ago. And had her unprotected – risky, as Susan was a smoker and couldn't be on the pill. I showered, dressed and was at the restaurant she suggested within the hour.
Susan looked great as usual. And she was obviously on the make. Her breasts are truly magnificent and she was making a statement of renewed interest in me with the sluttish outfit she was wearing. I won't bore you with the details of dinner or the conversation that evening, save to say that I couldn't take my mind off her sexual connection with Steve. We were both hot for each other and it wasn't long before I was back at her place and we were naked in bed, renewing our passion for each other. I couldn't get enough of the feel or taste of Susan. In and of herself she was magnificent and totally delicious. But knowing that Steve's thick cock had repeatedly violated and marked the pussy I was devouring put me into a totally enraptured state.
Taking her in my arms I moved between her wonderful legs and rubbed my cock up and down her labia.
"Wait, I'll get you a condom," she said breathlessly.
"Not this time," I responded. And I entered her fully in one thrust, not caring at all that she wasn't on the pill. Just as Steve had done when he had first had her.
For a man noted for his sexual stamina and usual insistence on protected sex, this time I could do naught but surrender to my lust as in short order I emptied my balls inside of Susan. It was an act of reclaiming. The instant I had entered her body I knew I was a goner. For I knew that Steve had lain between her thighs as I was now, enjoying the same pleasure I was experiencing.
"Wow. You mustn't have had any in a long time!" she giggled as I withdrew and lay beside her. "That was so hot! But, bad boy! You know I'm not on the pill. Don't worry though, I'm sure it's okay."
The trip from the mountain top back to earth was instantaneous. Oh brother, I thought, you've done it now. But she cuddled up next to me and soothed me, telling me again not to worry.
"But that shouldn't happen again, you know. I haven't had a man do that inside of me since I was married."
It's a good thing I have such a good poker face, else I would have lost it completely when confronted with such a bald-face lie. But still and all, the evening had been a total rush. And, truthfully, single people rarely are completely forthcoming about their other 'activities', so no harm, no foul. Fortunately I did come to my senses and all further lovemaking was well protected, that night and on those few occasions when he got together afterwards. But how delicious it was to throw caution to the wind and mark her myself. And it was quite a liquid marking, as even I was impressed by what was even by my standards an overflowing well of cum which I had deposited in her pussy.
It was a few more months before I met Steve for an after work happy hour. Sandy was to join us but she had a few late clients, so we sipped a few brews. I was considering telling him about my 'reclaiming' Susan, but waffled a bit before finally spilling the beans.
"What a slut!" Steve exclaimed. "I fucked her bareback dozens of times," he said after listening to my brief account of the evening. I defended her a bit. I mean, I liked her and really wasn't put off by her lie. "Hey, I'll bet she'd do both of us together, " he said. "Ask her the next time you see her. I know you want to."
Maybe he was right. Perhaps I wanted exactly that. But as I pondered this for a moment it hit me that while that might be fun, it just wouldn't have been the same as sharing Sandy with Steve – or sharing my ex-wife Kiki with Jim. And I knew why. Susan and I were too casual for such an otherwise enjoyable tryst to really ignite the booster stage that would propel me into a higher sexual trajectory. For that to occur, I had to be bonded to some degree with a woman. The giving of my woman to an alpha male required a level of true intimacy if it really was to touch a raw sexual nerve. I was truthfully very close to Sandy before our threesome and got even closer when I shared her with Steve. Kiki's mating with Jim drew me intensely close to her. It was something of an epiphany. What was even more fascinating was that in the next few days I accepted the simple truth that I had quite a submissive side – but one which would only surface in a very specific set of sexual circumstances.
Still, I couldn't deny that it would be hot to watch Steve do Susan.
There's nothing quite so wonderful as sharing time with a good friend. And I was fortunate that Sandy was mine. Quite apart from the great sex, we were both candid with one another. No subject was taboo. We both accepted each other and truthfully I was a bit in love with her. But ever practical, she knew that I was not marriage material and in time she had set her long-term sights elsewhere. We chewed that over at length more than once. Later that week, after my 'epiphany', I brought up the subject of our threesomes as we sat outside on her porch, really wanting her take on it, or rather her take on me and why I was so enthralled.
"Well," she said, "I know why I enjoy them so much. I love the sex and I love being with you and I love the attention." She was thoughtful for a moment and went on. "As for you, I just think you enjoy a break from being so dominant in your work and other relationships and can just be a bit submissive and enjoy. You're really at your best when you're relaxed."
