Adventure Sex: An Event That Can Take Months to Unravel
We didn’t even notice the third wheel in the room
I wouldn’t say my sex life is over the top but I definitely have a healthy sexual appetite. My appetite is so healthy that unfortunately, my lifestyle isn’t conducive to the amount of sex I want.
This means that when an opportunity presents itself, I take it. I don’t often think twice before diving in.
Recently, an opportunity and his friend presented themselves but the friend was such an afterthought that talk of him didn’t even come up until months later.
Traveling for work is a perfect excuse to let loose and engage in behavior you might not normally engage in. I like to call it adventure sex. It always feels like an adventure because there’s the thrill of the unknown. I don’t even know it’s going to happen until it’s happening.
During my last business trip, I decided to take myself outside my hotel for dinner and a drink one evening, alone on the town. Hotel staff informed me that there was a nice place within walking distance that offered live music and great food, so that’s where I spent my solo date night.
The hotel staff didn’t steer me wrong. The ambiance of the establishment was fantastic and the music was top notch. I enjoyed a couple of hours, dinner and a few drinks by myself before deciding to head back to my hotel.
I had walked less than a block back before coming upon two men at a corner, waiting to cross the same street I was crossing. While the three of us stood waiting for the walk signal they turned to greet me. Both were good looking young guys, and one was particularly my type.
I smiled and said hello back, then made cordial small talk before they mentioned they were headed to a bar up the next street. They asked if I’d like to join them for a drink. It was still early by my standards so I happily said yes.
My little threesome date with two strangers was pleasant. They seemed like polite, average guys and drinks were on them for the duration.
Michael and Donovan were quite a bit younger than I am. I learned that Donovan lived in the area and Michael, his long-time friend, was visiting from Texas.
Whether they were looking for adventure that night or not is anyone’s guess. I didn’t think I was either, but we all ended up finding it.
Donovan was the one who was my type and I subtly tried to insinuate it without engaging in a full-blown pick-up attempt. I did my best to include both men in the conversation because I know how it feels to be a third wheel — not very pleasant.
Our rendezvous lasted about an hour before I thought about trying to wrap things up in a way that left it open-ended, without blatantly suggesting Donovan ditch his friend and come with me.
When I picked up my phone to book an Uber, Donovan mentioned that his truck was just around the corner and they could take me back to my hotel. With personal safety in mind, I politely declined the idea of being stuck in a truck with two strange men in a strange city.
In turn, I said they were welcome to follow my Uber and we could finish the night off with a drink at the hotel.
And away we went.
Arriving at my hotel, Donovan parked his truck on the opposite side of the street and the three of us went inside together. I invited them up to my room for a nightcap since the hotel bar appeared to be closed.
Inside my room, I had vodka and chaser but no ice so I asked Michael if he would be gracious enough to go down the hall and fill the ice bucket. He gladly obliged.
The minute Michael walked out and the door shut behind him, Donovan pinned me up against it and began kissing me. His hands firmly groped my breasts while he had me pressed up against the door.
This is exactly what I had hoped would happen. Now we just had to figure out what to do with Michael, who would be back from the ice machine any second.
Donovan moved off of me when Michael knocked on the door to come back in.
I innocently mixed a drink for each of us as if nothing had happened. We sat idly chit-chatting, all the while Donovan was eyeing me and I was trying to figure out how to get him alone again.
Standing up to excuse myself, I informed them that I was popping down to the front desk to grab a couple of snacks. Almost as if it were rehearsed, Donovan said he’d come down with me to choose his own snacks and asked Michael what he wanted. We left the room together while Michael stayed behind.
On the way down, the elevator doors were barely closed before Donovan began ravaging me again. Needless to say, when we hit the ground level we didn’t stop for snacks at all. We went straight out the front door to his truck.
Donovan opened the back passenger door of his lifted black pick-up and I eagerly climbed in first. He climbed in behind me, shut the door and locked us in. The back windows were limo tinted so we could freely get down to business without being noticed.
I unbuckled and opened his pants, dipped my head down and slowly took him to another world. His head fell back onto the headrest and his pleasure was audible while grabbing the back of my head. Not to push it down, but just out of pure pleasure.
“That’s some fucking good head.”
Hearing him say that made me smile and carry on with even more excitement.
I have no idea how long we may have been locked in that back seat but we both shot back to reality when someone outside knocked on the blacked-out window.
I sprung up, Donovan shoved his gear back into his pants and we squinted toward the window. It was Michael. Obviously we had been gone a lot longer than it takes to get snacks.
Donovan opened the door and we both had school kid grins on our faces. Michael just laughed and shook his head. I felt a little bad that we completely ditched him so out we climbed and dutifully walked back up to the room with him.
Not many words were spoken on the way up but the elephant in the elevator felt like the size of Texas.
Now back in the room, Michael sprawled out on the bed with a bit of an annoyed aura about him, almost like a small tantrum.
I completely understood his annoyance. He must have felt like such a third wheel in our presence so I stood beside the bed and made an effort to strike up small talk again.
Faster than I could comprehend what was happening, Donovan approached from behind me, pushed me forward onto the bed and hiked up my dress. Somehow his pants were already dropped, he entered me from behind and began fucking me like it was his job.
The look on his face was serious and sexy as hell so I kept my ass up and let it happen.
Even as I replay the scene in my head now, I can’t understand how I had zero hesitation in letting Donovan fuck me while I bent over the bed right beside his friend. I also can’t understand how Michael didn’t move or say a word.
It was as if all three of us were individually cemented inside our own moments.
Me, loving the hell out of Donovan taking what he wanted.
Michael not knowing exactly how he got trapped nor what to do about it.
Donovan keeping his full attention on the job at hand. I watched his face the entire time, it was focused on me and nothing else. My eyes stayed locked on him until he finished.
Donovan and I still keep in touch occasionally via text message. A few months after this episode I got the balls to ask him exactly what that night was all about.
The only way he could explain it is that he felt an intense connection with me from the moment we met and he felt an incredible desire to explore it, regardless of who was in our space.
He said he knew that if he didn’t seize the moment he would have regretted it.
I also asked Donovan if he or Michael ever brought it up after the fact. He told me that their night out was supposed to be Michael’s night since he was in town on vacation.
Donovan was supposed to be the wingman and babysitter in case Michael wanted to let loose. I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony in how it turned out.
Some wingman, stealing all the thunder for himself.
Every once in awhile I’ll fire a quick text to Donovan, with a little devil emoji attached, telling him how I miss having adventure sex.
To this day, that event is still the most bizarre and spontaneous sexual encounter I have ever ended up in. I can’t fathom exactly where each of us was in that moment, but I can say one thing. It remains one of the most erotic and fucking sexy moments I’ve ever experienced.
