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I Wanted to Share Her

Then I Found Out She Had the Same Idea

Claire and I met in a Radical Honesty workshop. Which, if you aren’t aware, is group therapy for people (like me) who are goddamn sick and tired of people lying to us all the time. The RH community is a group of people who are likely to tell you the truth, even if it hurts your feelings.

Claire and I first got to know each other during lunch on the first day of the workshop. The sexual energy between us was palpable.

Claire is a strikingly beautiful woman. She’s also a strong, assertive lady, unafraid to look a man in the eye and tell him exactly what she thinks. She’ll also let you know right away if she likes you. Or if she doesn’t.

In my case, during the first ten minutes of lunch, she let me know that, for us, sex wasn’t out of the range of possibility. She correctly perceived that I was having thoughts, actually fantasies, about fucking her. After all, I’m just a man. I suppose the way I looked at her gave me away.

Most women know from experience that most men don’t really like women who are sexually assertive. Or sexually aggressive, as it’s sometimes called. Which Claire very clearly is. Many women hold back on their urge to be openly seductive with a man.

But not Claire.

We had finished our salads and were starting on the main course when she turned the conversation toward the possibility of us sleeping together.

The way she broached the topic was curious. She asked, “Tell me, do you actually like sleeping in the same bed with another person?”

I did the typical male thing of turning the question over in my mind a couple times to find a way (a) to be radically honest with her, and (b) not jump to the conclusion that she was actually proposing to sleep with me. My so-called mind was stalled trying to answer her question.

She cut short my mental confusion by adding, “By that, Randy, what I’m actually asking is: Would you like to sleep with me?”

My mouth was full of green bean casserole at the time, which made me fear I might choke and barf the food back into my plate.

She saw my confusion and laughed. And quickly reached across the table to grab my hand. “Jesus, Randy, wait…let me rephrase that.”

By that time I was trying to laugh. With my mouth half full of food.

I squeezed her hand back and replied, “Oh hell no, Claire. You don’t have to rephrase anything. That’s an honest question. And the answer is ‘yes,’ because I dearly love having a warm body next to me when I sleep.”

A smile of relief came across her face.

There we sat, both of us chewing lunch, holding hands, and staring eye to eye. It was a rare and memorable moment of intimacy

I pressed ahead while I had the momentum, “And what I’m hoping you’re really asking me is: would I like to have sex with you?”

In the calmest voice imaginable, she said, “Yes, well, not exactly. What I’m really asking is: would you like to fuck me?” I could have almost predicted that she would try to one-up me.

But thanks to my Buddhist training, I can stay calm and centered in almost any type of stress. My central nervous system has been trained over the years to react calmly and stay centered in all kinds of external stimuli.

I’m proud to say that, in that situation, I was able to finish chewing my food, swallow, take a sip of the iced tea, and calmly reply.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I will want to fuck you, Claire. But we won’t know that for sure until we’re naked in each others arms. Right?”

Thank you, beneficent Buddha.

With a really pleasant smile on her face, she looked at me and said, “Honey, they have homemade apple pie for dessert. Want some?”

That was how our foreplay began. Which then continued for another ten hours or so.

We somehow got through the afternoon training sessions together, mostly focusing on doing the work, and without mentioning our plan to spend the night together. But the sexual tension was building.

Finally, ten o’clock rolled around. She and I went by my room, picked up my toiletries kit, and went to her room. We stripped, got in the shower together, and started kissing while we washed each other. By the time we toweled each other off, we were shaking with sexual desire.

By the time she and I actually got in bed together, we began talking about our sexual history and body counts. I don’t remember how we initially got on the subject, but I was impressed by how nonchalant she was about the number of dicks she’d had inside her.

Most women are ashamed to confess how many men they’ve fucked. But not Claire. When I told her really I like women with a lot of experience, she grinned and right away informed me her body count was “for sure, more than a couple dozen.” She wasn’t bragging. She was just stating a fact.

That soon led us into telling each other about the most exciting sex we’d ever had with other people. By that time, I was inside her, and we were slow fucking in missionary, looking at each other eye to eye.

Now, I really love talking about sex — and especially fantasies — while I’m fucking. Because it enhances the experience so much. It’s actually putting mind-fucking together with body fucking, which creates some of the world’s best sex.

That’s when she told me that she really likes threesomes.

But with two guys.

She blurted out that she would really love to do more threesomes. As soon as she said that, she gasped, her abdominal muscles convulsed, and she went into orgasm. Which caused her vagina to give my penis a series of rapid-fire squeezes.

Maybe I’m weird, but when she started talking about threesomes while at the same time her pussy was clamping down on my dick, that gave me a huge rush. I nearly ejaculated inside her. That took the maximum control I’m capable of to hold back.

My rush was caused not only by what she said about liking threesomes, but also because her pussy was milking my dick. It was clear that talking about fucking two guys was sexually exciting to her. The image in my mind also made my dick throb. Which almost made me come.

I took a deep breath and stopped moving inside her for a moment.

“So Claire, tell me about some of the threesomes you’ve had — and why they’re so good.”

“Okay, I will. If you’ll keep fucking me. I hate it when a man stops like that.”

“Honey, I was about to come. I had to stop. Or else I’d be done for a while.”

“Go ahead and come in me,” she grinned. “Then you can eat me out.”

Oh my! This was our first fuck, and I could tell that I was already falling in love with Claire.

I began moving again, but very slowly.

My problem is, when I come, I’m usually wiped out for an hour or two. I didn’t want to try to satisfy her with a limp dick.

But wait. She just essentially told me that she wants me to go down on her. Hey, that’s great! Hell, I don’t mind eating a woman after I’ve fucked her. The smell of her pussy juice mixed with my semen is a huge turn-on.

I continued stroking her and resumed our conversation, “Claire, I’d really like to hear you tell me why you like threesomes so much.” In that moment, I was sort of playing with her head. I knew the idea of a threesome really turned her on, and I wanted her to get even more aroused.

“That’s easy,” she said. “The chief reason is simply that I really like fucking.” She gasped and then grinned at me, “I mean, I really like fucking a lot!”

Claire closed her eyes and rotated her hips upward toward me, panting as she spoke. “It’s real simple. Being fucked by two men is much better than being fucked by just one. Doesn’t that make sense?”

As she said that, she raised her legs a bit higher and spread them wider. She reached down with one hand and began massaging her clit.

“You don’t mind if I do this, do you?”

I could feel the tips of her fingernails flicking against my penis as she masturbated.

“You mean, do I mind you pleasuring yourself while we’re fucking? Oh hell no, Claire. I like it. It’s sexy. I want you to do anything you need to come.”

By this time, both she and I were breathing heavy. Actually, we were panting. And gasping. Because we were both getting ready to come. And we knew it.

She continued to talk in between her gasps for air, “It excites me to tell you why I like threesomes. I confess, it’s because I’m just a little cumslut whore, and I need a lot of sex. And I love having a man I can be honest with.”

I kissed her on the mouth, “Mmmm, baby, whores are the champions among women. I’m sure I already love you.”

She gasped, “Ohmigod, Randy, I’m getting real close. Please don’t stop.”

I didn’t stop. But I did slow down just a bit. I was a hair’s breadth away from letting go. I was at that razor’s edge of ejaculation that we men know so well.

She kept talking, “I learned that when a guy takes turns watching the other guy fuck me, that gets him turned on all over again. Every time I’ve done a threesome, each guy takes two or three turns fucking me. And their second and third turns always last a long time.”

While she was saying that, I could feel the muscles in her pussy rippling and squeezing me. She breathed even more deeply. Her whole body was shaking. I could tell she was getting close to orgasm. She continued milking my cock with her pussy.

Because this was our first sexual experience with each other, I was hesitant to make a risky move with a woman I didn’t know that well. But because of her strong sexual response, I decided to go ahead with an Allahdeen move.

I reached one hand around behind her and grabbed her tailbone in the palm of my hand. Then I lifted her ass up off the bed. That gave my penis a straight shot into the end wall of her vagina. I was bumping bottom.

She reacted with enthusiasm, “Ohmigod, oh yes, honey! I like that.”

Taking that as a green light, I moved the middle finger of that hand to her perineum. As soon as it touched her taint, she gasped. But I didn’t back off, because I could tell it was not an expression of pain, but rather a huge, unexpected sexual pleasure that most women really like.

I was so close to coming, the head of my penis had swollen to its largest size. As it slid in and out of her vagina, the back edge of my glans rubbed across her g-spot on every out-stroke. I was able to feel her body react to the extra stimulation each time. That’s one of the tantric sex techniques I learned from a sex coach in Istanbul.

My voice was hoarse and shaky as I blurted my fantasy, “Claire, since you like threesomes, I have a good buddy — a friend of many years who I want you to fuck. While I watch.”

“OHHHHhhhh, god YES!” she screamed, and her body vaulted upward.

My request pulled her trigger. That made the orgasm overtake her. Her body arched off the bed. Her nails dug into my back. Her vaginal muscles did those rapid-fire contractions that give a sure-fire indication of the female orgasm.

After a couple more quick, staccato screams, she cried out, “Honey, ohgod YES, I will fuck your buddy…gladly…whenever you tell me to.” Her voice was raw and animal-like as she gasped between strokes.

I grabbed her hips to prevent her vaulting body from throwing me off. At which time, I lost all control and, with the very next stroke, my ejaculation started. It felt like getting hit by a runaway freight train.

Claire struggled for breath as she continued thrusting underneath me, “Oh god yes, honey, fuck me hard…now…hard…I need it [gasp] really HARD!”

Which I did. Nature took over and continued to drive my body as I lost all control. I was out of my mind with the ecstasy. My penis plunged into her deepest parts, letting me feel her cervix on the in-stroke. And the back edge of my glans caressing her g-spot on the out-stroke. My dick and her cunt were a perfect match.

I could feel my swollen glans rubbing over her g-spot, and I remember thinking, I’m giving this woman the best fuck I know how to give.

We stayed in our orgasmic state for a while. Although, we quickly stopped moving because of the extreme sensitivity. My dick was involuntarily pulsing, each of which created a small movement in her tender pussy. Which in turn, made her pussy react. Each time our bodies convulsed, we moaned and clutched each other in sublime ecstasy.

After a little while, we rolled to the side without letting go of each other. The next thing I knew it was 4 a.m. when we woke up to go pee.

Then back in bed, we had a short, whispered conversation.

“Randy, I haven’t slept in a man’s arms in nearly a year.”

“It’s been a while for me too.”

She put a hand down to feel how hard I was. “Do you need some more attention here?”

I kissed her sweet mouth and said, “I’m not especially needy right now. But if you keep that up with your hand, I could be ready in a minute or so.”

She opened her mouth and kissed me back, “No, honey, let’s get some sleep so we’ll be able to work the group tomorrow morning.”

She rolled over and backed up to me. I reached around her body, cupped a breast, and kissed the back of her neck. It seemed like only a moment passed when suddenly the morning sun was shining in our faces.

This story isn’t about a threesome that actually happened. Rather, it’s about a relationship that later led to threesomes. Before meeting Claire, my experience was that finding a woman open to three-in-a-bed was a rarity. But Claire shares my kink of loving three-in-a-bed, as you will see.

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