*Note: These posts are often composed in advance, and so may not always reflect events in real time. SwingBot does post about events as they happen. Consequently, there may be discrepancies in the stages of our stories.*
SwingBot, BG, and I divided our second play date: sex, dinner, sex again. After our first round (which was SwingBot\’s and my first actual threesome), we went out to eat. By this time, I was exhausted. I had not eaten much that day (not having much appetite and being busy), dinner was late, and… oh yeah… I just had highly intense sex with two men. I even dropped out of the conversation a bit and wearily awaited my food.
Contentedly fed, we returned to the house. The dinner conversation had been primarily non-sex hobbies that the men shared and they opted to continue that conversation at the house. We gathered in SwingBot\’s office and I mostly watched and rested as the men talked. The hour was getting late and SwingBot had an early flight in the morning; should we try sex again, as planned, or should BG leave? My vote: sex.
Again, BG and I fell to making out and stripping on the bed. (I do not mean to show such preference, but I really get off on kissing and touching. BG likes that more than SwingBot does, so there we go.) Suspecting that SwingBot did not yet feel ready for direct sex with BG and being undeniably selfish, I requested that I be in the middle again, this time sucking SwingBot\’s penis while BG fucked me Doggie style. Everyone agreed with that and I soon was enjoying a cock in my mouth and a cock in my pussy. [\”Cock in pussy\” doesn\’t seem that sexy when typed; it evokes the image of a cat killing a rooster. -Ed.] After a few orgasms, I had difficulty continuing to suck SwingBot, instead using my mouth to gasp, moan, scream, breathe, etc. Eventually, BG climaxed and I collapsed again, naively thinking that my body was finally sated.
BG and I dressed (though I skipped my bra) and headed downstairs while SwingBot stayed upstairs to prepare for bed, including changing the sheets. I asked BG about his previous partner count while he laced his boots (including us, the man has been with approximately 39 to 54 people; wow) and kissed him goodnight. The \”goodnight kiss\” included a lot of kissing, body pressing, and hands under clothes, including exploring my braless breasts and a little fingering. I cannot imagine how he fared on the drive home, considering how aroused I felt. As for me, I went upstairs and had outstanding sex with SwingBot, who finally got his first (and only) orgasm for the whole night.
Despite the late hour and the physical exhaustion, SwingBot and I slept poorly. Each of us lay awake with \”Threesome… threesomeS!\” buzzing in our minds. The next morning, shortly before the alarm clocks sounded, each of us felt like ravishing the other. However, we each held off, aware of the impending alarms and their purposes: to get us out of bed so SwingBot could catch his flight. While I drove him to the airport, we discussed our nights and mornings, learning how in sync we had been.
I dropped SwingBot off at the airport, wrote BG to propose a third play date, and then typed out the whole night\’s experience, wanting to recapture as much as I could. I can hardly wait to do more.