It is lucky that autumn is here and winter is coming. BG shall have a valid excuse to wear turtlenecks.
Play date eight started with dinner prepared at our house. BG brought venison for him and me; SwingBot was not interested in \”not cow.\” We all had salads and bread, and BG and I also had the venison. We watched a movie with dinner and continued watching until we were concentrating more on each other than on the screen.
In the bedroom, BG and I made out for a while until SwingBot was available for us to bind him to the bed. We tied him facedown by his wrists only, leaving his legs free. I would have bound them spread wide apart, but BG mounted SwingBot with SwingBot\’s legs tight together, BG\’s spread legs on either side. Before BG mounted SwingBot, I tested SwingBot\’s readiness for play by inserting a lubed dildo into his ass. There was a slight initial resistance, but then he accepted the toy with impressive ease. He did say, \”Tell me that\’s not the small one,\” so I guess that he felt it. It was not the small one.
His ride\’s readiness confirmed, BG mounted SwingBot. They endured a false start or two, and then BG secured his entrance and found a good rhythm for pounding SwingBot. I started my viewing from the side, but quickly moved behind BG over SwingBot\’s legs. I rubbed and pushed encouragingly at BG\’s ass, fucking SwingBot with our human toy, but mostly watched. This time, I let myself enjoy the scene fully, panting, whispering vulgar instruction and approval, and even hitting climax without the aid of masturbation (though I briefly entertained the thought of getting a vibrator while I watched). When BG finished and we three lay on the bed, the men asked me about my noises and seemed somewhat jealous to discover that I enjoyed a hands-off orgasm like that.
They then turned focus onto me. BG teased me, not quite giving me oral, until I finally begged for a dental dam. Despite the barrier, his tricks with his tongue and lips had me crying out in pleasure and trying to thrust my pelvis into his face. SwingBot kept my upper half occupied, kissing my mouth, my throat, my breasts… Two mouths at once is such an orgasmic experience.
When he felt ready, BG moved himself up, so his cock could replace his mouth and a female condom replaced the dental dam. He expressed appreciation for the different style of condom as he fucked me, his body above mine. We continued in Missionary for a while, but then he rolled me over into Doggie style. SwingBot got in front of me and I savored his cock in my mouth as BG fucked my cunt.
When BG came, I greedily requested that SwingBot take his place. I kept the same position as he mounted me. I loved feeling one man take another\’s place behind me, one cock take another\’s place in my cunt. Sequential partners was not really a fantasy of mine before, but now I know how addicting it is to be serviced by one after another. After SwingBot came, we took a break.
Despite being so visibly tired that even I, selfish I, was willing to consider him retired for the night, BG started kissing me again. I should have cited his exhaustion and the late hour, but instead hungrily responded in kind. SwingBot noted the late hour and reminded us of the so-far ignored rule that we should not start any new sex after 10 PM. BG said that it was just making out, not sex, and I certainly was no help to SwingBot\’s valid argument. I did say that I am selfish.
Considering how tired he looked, I was surprised when BG did reach for another condom. Part of me felt guilty about the late hour and concerned at how much BG seemed to be struggling above me. Yet, I enjoyed the sex too much to do the honorable thing and encourage him to stop for the night. If BG wanted to fuck himself into a coma pleasing me, then let him. (Okay, I would not let that happen… probably.)
SwingBot also observed BG\’s difficulty and decided to help his efforts. SwingBot bound first my left wrist to the bed, and then my right. With me tied down below him, BG suddenly found an untapped reserve of energy and fucked me with renewed vigor. After he came and collapsed, it was time to throw him out into the cold night.
While saying goodbye, I saw the hickey that I had given BG\’s neck sometime during the evening. The telling bruise somehow seemed even more awkward than the ones I had given him before. At least most of those had been in hidden locations and had been connected to decidedly rough play. This lone one seemed to harken back to high school days, when a hickey was such a dramatic statement of what horny teens did, a source of pride and embarrassment both. It seems so out of place among thirty-somethings who wish to indulge in discreet pleasures.