I need to start taking notes as things happen… maybe videotape them. I have an aversion to sex photography and recording — I do not want to see myself \”perform\” — but am starting to get an appreciation for the concept. All these enjoyable acts are starting to mingle within my memory, making accurate documentation difficult.
On Saturday, SwingBot, BG, and I decided to retry to bike-lunch-sex agenda that we had intended two weeks ago. No one suffered any show-stopping physical complaints and the weather was pretty nice, so we biked along a path I had erroneously thought to be flat. Nope… downhill, uphill. After about 2.5 miles of mostly downhill, we were too keenly aware that we would have to return mostly uphill and SwingBot and I are not exactly practiced riders anymore. We decided to return, rather than continue. Our decision made for timing; we returned to our starting point very shortly after noon. Lunchtime!
We got some takeout lunch and returned to SwingBot\’s and my place for food and TV, which eventually led to some touching and teasing, which then led to the three of us heading to the bedroom. Here is where things get hazy in my memory. I know that we started with BG performing his trademark terrific cunnilingus, which prepared me for Double Penetration. SwingBot lay on the bed and got my cunt, with me above him, and BG got my ass from behind me. This resulted in the first actual orgasm that SwingBot has experienced during the threesomes; I take that as a good sign that he is starting to relax.
I am not sure how it came next, but SwingBot then performed awesome cunnilingus on me (yes, I know that I am beyond fortunate). That led to Spit-Roast, with SwingBot in my mouth and BG in my cunt, me on all fours between them. After that, we decided to take a break and get dinner, which included going shopping for ingredients and the two men making dinner in the kitchen. (Hee…) We had fondue for dinner (featuring various meats to cook in the broth and a selection of good dipping sauces) while watching a heavy metal documentary.
I think that we resumed sex after dinner with SwingBot performing cunnilingus on me again (yee-haw!) and then BG fucking me in Missionary position. SwingBot then brought BG to his third orgasm for the evening with deep-throat fellatio. BG next surprised me by asking when I was finally going to get around to pegging him (something we had already discussed) and my fake cock rose to the challenge. While my strap-on and I pounded on BG, SwingBot entered me from behind and effectively fucked us both. Ha ha; the woman in the threesome was \”Lucky Pierre\” first!
BG: \”\’Lucky Pierre\’ is supposed to be a guy!\”
Me: \”Are you complaining?\”
BG: \”…No.\”
SwingBot and I then bound BG — he probably goaded me into it, as he had with the pegging — and I proved a somewhat harsh mistress. We dressed him in ankle-cuffs and kept his legs apart with a spreader bar, gauntlets for his wrists and hands and tied them to a suspension bar, a collar and leash, a bit-gag, and a blindfold. BG did look remarkably sexy as he stood spread-eagle and vulnerable. He sounded even sexier, though, when I mocked him for the fact he is supposed to be dominant. \”I switch,\” he replied in a barely audible whisper. I wish I had a recording of that; it was such a gorgeous sound. SwingBot performed further fellatio, particularly showing off his deep-throat skills. He invited me to try, but deep-throat is not one of my talents.
When BG started to get uncomfortable, we took our captive down and let him collapse on the bed. There, BG and I had sex one final time for the night.
This seems like such a dry summary, to me. There were so many sensations to be enjoyed, so many orgasms for me. SwingBot came, not once, but twice, that night (the second in my mouth during the Spit-Roast), and BG came four times. Of course, there is no point even trying to guess my number; I sure have no idea. I want to savor the memories of the intoxicating afternoon and evening.
Unfortunately, all the pleasure is so hard to track well! As I noted at the start, things are starting to mingle. I have memories of previous acts as well as the abundance of the latest ones… and I find keeping everything straight increasingly difficult. I plan to mentally revisit that session and might have future posts about particular acts, as I can more clearly sort what happened how and when. In any case, though, it was a fabulous Saturday, full of exciting play.