Part 2: Threesome With Joy

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Hey lovelies,

I am finding it far more difficult to write this post than I originally anticipated. It’s such a personal and vulnerable expression of my expanded sexuality that it is hard to express. When I wrote the first segment of this post I found it strange to continually write “my husband’s friend” so I asked his friend (who is now also my lover) what I could call him when I write about our collective experiences. He said that, when he was younger, he went by the nickname “Y” so we have agreed that he shall be called Y in my blog posts. It is my intention to give in to free writing rather than write from an analytical perspective. Here goes…

Part 2: Threesome With Joy:

After I got over the initial shock of Mountain’s request to have a threesome with his friend Y, I found myslef feeling confused by the fact that Y immediately had a hard-on. It seemed as though this was some pre-planned arrangement rather than a spontaneous moment. I would find out from Mountain later that it was not pre-planned, it just unfolded in his mind and manifested naturally.

As for Y’s erection, he had been laying outside our bedroom on his own bed contemplating the evening while thinking about what may be happening behind our closed bedroom door. Y has also read my blog off and on over the years, so he has an intimate look at my sex life through the perspective I share in my blog posts.  His intense arousal response was due to the fact that he had been invited into a sexual connection that he had admired and longed to experience.

If you are a long time reader or know me personally, you know that, although I am a brave, bold, and expressive woman, I also have an extremely shy side. The insecure shy aspect of my being took over once Y entered our bedroom. I found myself feeling mildly confused and, although I have experienced a plethora of sexual experiences and unconventional sexual connections in the past, being with Mountain and Y was deeply personal, which left me feeling truly vulnerable.

Instead of immediately engaging on a sexual level, I simply rolled onto my belly and started focusing on the power of my breath. I felt my breath entering and exiting my body and as I continued to focus on my breath, my mind managed to let go into the experience. The first portion of this particular evening is a tiny bit blurry for me. I had my eyes closed and although I was able to differentiate between Mountain and Y’s touch in the beginning, over time, as Mountain and Y massaged my neck, shoulders, back, legs, and ass, the line between who was who melted away.

I felt hands flowing across my body. I felt each of their erections flowing across my body. I felt the heat of their breath flowing across my body. Then, I very clearly felt Y slide his hand along my inner thigh. I was still facing down, but the movement of his hand and his approach to my body was so foreign, I knew it was Y rather than Mountain. As Mountain continued to massage my legs and feet, Y slid his hand up my thigh then boldly slid his two fingers inside my yoni.

I felt my body scream out in response. The physical sensations were overwhelmingly positive, but my mind rejected the moment. After focusing for so long on the impenetrable boundaries of my marriage, it felt almost shameful to accept Y’s fingers inside of me. Eventually, the pleasure of the moment overpowered the voice in my head and I let go into a series of powerful orgasms.

The next hour or two feel like a total mystery to me. Mountain and Y continued massaging me and gave me so many orgasms I could not possibly count them now. At one point I felt Mountain kissing and caressing my pussy with his mouth and tongue, then I very clearly felt him switch positions with Y so that he was then kissing and caressing my pussy with his mouth and tongue. Their cunnilingus skills were identically blissful but I was able to sense subtle differences in their techniques.

As they continued to pleasure me, I began to feel an overwhelming feeling in my heart. The intensity of male sexual energy rushing towards me felt similar to the sensation of being tossed around in an ocean wave. For a brief moment, I was almost unable to breathe or gather my senses. I sat up and put up my hands and literally said “Whoa! Wait, I need a moment.” We had somehow shifted in the bed so that I was at the end of the bed and they were now leaning against the wall at the head of my bed.

Mountain and Y were both sitting before me erect and naked with the most primal looks in each of their eyes. I sat in lotus position trying to gather my thoughts. At first, I couldn’t even understand what I was feeling. The physical aspects of the exchange were liberating and truly pleasurable but there was something emotional lurking beneath the surface of my heart energy. Then it hit me. In opening my body to Y, I was also opening my heart and to be honest it terrified me.

I did my best to express what I was feeling. I said that it felt like they were asking me to open myself on such a deep and trusting level that I wasn’t sure I would be able to just go back to the way things were before. I’m not sure how long we communicated, but it was probably not more than maybe 3-5 minutes. They both reassured me that it was okay and that I should go ahead and open. And so I opened my mind. I opened my spirit. I opened my heart. I opened my body. And I took a leap of faith. I dove into the experience in a way I did not think was possible…

To be continued…(more to cum). 😉

From my heart to yours,

Joy

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Bob Gryszka says:

    Wow!!! Amazing !! Thank you for sharing…I have always known you to be a very special & classy woman & what you have shared only multiplies what I thought……:)

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