My boyfriend and I were recently married after living together for many years. Eric and I met when I was a graduate student at a local university. After we had been dating for a while we decided to make the big move to cohabitate. There didn’t seem to be any reason not to: We got along well and saw no need to pay two rents, but most importantly, we’re both very sensual people who love to explore and expand our desires and boundaries. Sexually, we are perfect together, but there is one occasion in particular that stands out in my memory.
By that point in our relationship Eric had finished school, so while he spent his days toiling as an accountant, I went to classes to earn my doctorate. I was studying to be a psychologist and was a couple of courses away from being ABD—“all but dissertation.”
Soon after moving in together I was assistant-teaching an undergraduate course in human behavior. There was a big exam coming up, covering chapters and lectures on sexuality. The other TAs and I usually got together to prepare the exams, and this time it was my turn to play host and provide the snacks and caffeine. That night Julie and Mark were there, and we were wrapping up our break and returning to our books when Eric walked in from the gym. He stopped to say hello then excused himself, heading to the bathroom to shower and change.
Continuing, Mark, Julie, and I began a discussion of sexual attraction and what causes it, specifically the theory that men generally seek many partners while women seek commitment. Julie laughed out loud at this, saying that theory certainly didn’t apply to her. Of course, Mark and I were curious and asked her to elaborate. We got more information than we bargained for, as Julie started in on a graphic description of some of her sexual conquests. Just then, Eric walked back through the living room on his way to the kitchen, toweling his damp hair.
Stopping abruptly, he stood open-mouthed as Julie described a rather steamy session she’d recently had with two male lovers. Eric was wearing loose-fitting sweatpants, and I could clearly make out the erection beginning to tent the front of his pants. Also somewhat aroused by Julie’s frank descriptions, I got up and went over to my boyfriend, putting my arms around his neck.
“That might be fine for you, Julie,” I teased, pressing my groin slightly into his, “but I’ve found my man, and I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else, or wanting to share him. The same goes for you, right, honey?” I looked at Eric expectantly, but he merely looked down, blushing slightly.
“Looks as though we might be able to change that,” Julie replied, looking over at Mark and raising her eyebrow. “Should we give it a shot?” Mark shrugged, smiling, and pulled Julie down to the floor so that she was lying on top of him. Not to be outdone, I pulled Eric over to the couch and, once we were settled in, began a steamy make-out session. I figured that things would end at this, but when I finally opened my eyes and looked back down to the floor, I was shocked by what I saw.
There were Mark and Julie, arms and legs entwined as ours were, but he had his hand up the front of her shirt and hers was down his pants. I heard the soft gasps as their searching hands teased one another and couldn’t bring myself to look away. Seeing them together, enjoying each other, made my pussy tingle and dampen, and I began clawing at Eric’s shirt. He was as turned on by them as I was, and within seconds we were a mess of disheveled, half-buttoned clothing.
I was sitting in Eric’s lap, stroking his hard cock through the front of his sweats, when Julie looked up and made eye contact with me. Smiling at her, I gave Eric’s bulge a squeeze, as though showing off my toys. She gave a little laugh and then turned back to Mark, nuzzling and sucking on his neck while I slid my hand under Eric’s waistband.
Running my fingers through his thatch of thick pubic hair, I soon encountered his warm, pulsing manhood. Pulling it out, I leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip before running my tongue around it as though enjoying an ice-cream cone. When I finally enveloped his cockhead with my lips, Eric reached back and placed his hands behind him on the couch, pushing himself up and sliding into my mouth. All the while, his eyes remained firmly glued to the action on the floor.
I glanced out of the corner of my eye, and by the tangle of arms and legs writhing beside us, I could see that Mark and Julie were getting along fine. Then I caught a flash of pink as Mark managed to get Julie’s T-shirt over her head and her small, braless breasts sprang free. I admired her firm, athletic figure as Eric reached forward to undo the front clasp of my bra so that he could handle my larger, heavier breasts. As he pinched and twisted my nipples, waves of heat shot straight from the tips of my breasts right to my pussy, and I was sure that I was leaving a damp patch on the couch.
Rising off Eric’s cock, I quickly tore off my jeans, shirt and panties, throwing them over an armchair, and then settled back in his lap. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I leaned back as he placed his palm on my mound and began rubbing around my clit with his thumb, teasing me in ever-increasing circles. Each time he got close to that sensitive little button, my body jerked slightly and I felt the warm sex flush that rushed through my body, signaling my rising sexual excitement to everyone there in the room.
I shimmied closer to him, loving the feel of his rock-hard cock as it pressed against the moist flesh of my pussy. Closing my eyes, I bit down on my lip, but still could not hold back the moan that escaped.
As my breathing grew more and more ragged and my body twitched under Eric’s knowing touch, I felt another pair of hands caressing my heaving breasts. Opening my eyes, I saw that it was Julie, now completely naked as well. I tried to smile at her but had little control over my actions, as Eric chose exactly that moment to slide his long index finger into my slickened cunt. I gasped as Julie covered my mouth with hers, sliding her tongue between my teeth. Being pleasured by two lovers at once was exquisite, and I wrapped my arms around Julie’s neck to draw her closer to me.
Her erect nipples grazed mine as our breasts flattened together, and I ran my fingers down the soft skin of her back. When I reached her ass I hit a bump, and when that bump squeezed my hand I realized that it was Mark, fingering Julie’s pussy like Eric was fingering mine. Reaching into his lap, I found his cock and wrapped my fingers around the base and began to pump, using his own precome as a natural lubricant. Mark then grunted as Julie tensed above me, a shudder running through her body as Mark brought her to a fabulous orgasm.
Meanwhile, Eric had withdrawn his finger from my wet cunt. I sighed in disappointment, since I had been about to come as well. My disappointment didn’t last long, however, as he placed the head of his cock at my opening and with a quick thrust embedded himself deep inside me. I drew in my breath as his shaft ran along the springy walls of my vagina, his balls pressed up against my ass.
Since my position made it impossible for me to move much, my boyfriend held my hips and rocked back and forth, sliding his dick in and out of my slippery channel as Mark mimicked Eric’s movements in my hand. Soon I was quivering and shaking uncontrollably, overwhelmed by all the sensations around me.
Julie’s face still hovered above mine, but we were no longer kissing. Neither of us was able to control our actions any longer. When it seemed as if this erotic circle could last forever, Mark jerked forward with a grunt, and I felt his warm release splash all over my arm and hand. Slipping out of my grasp, he quickly lowered himself to the floor and slid his face under Julie’s body, sucking her moist pink folds and bringing her to one long, final orgasm with his mouth.
This sight must have been too much for Eric, because he pulled out of me and wrapped his fist around his cock, slick with my juices. As he pumped himself he once again placed his thumb on my clit, rubbing furiously until I was screaming with the force of my own orgasm. Then Eric was coming as well, streams of his sticky seed shooting out all over me. Some I was able to catch with my tongue, the rest Julie excitedly lapped up off my body.
We were a mess. Tangled in a heap half on the couch and half on the floor, we all struggled to catch our breath, smiling and laughing. Julie brushed a stray hair out of my eyes as I licked up a drop of sweat that was running over her breast. “Wow,” was all I could say as Eric placed a kiss on my still-trembling stomach. It was Mark, however, who really summed it all up.
“I don’t know about the rest of you guys,” he said, looking at each of us in turn, “but I know that I’ve certainly learned a lot today!”
—Ms. R.W., Oyster Bay, New York