My Fun With Two Dicks and Jane

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aning down to take my nipples briefly into her mouth.</p><p id="e84e">“This is what I was telling you,” she said to Lane. “We’ve got our own little polyamorous thing going on here. I just love them.”</p><p id="4630">“And we love you,” said James. “These two might run off together to Mexico or something,” he continued, indicating Tam and me, “and I wouldn’t even care. Well, I would care, but I’d understand. And I’d even be a little bit turned on.”</p><p id="72f0">“Fortunately, we don’t need to run off anywhere,” I reminded him, “because we can all be together right here, and it doesn’t change anything. We love each other and we go about our lives. It just is!” and I kissed Tamara again. James and Lane turned to each other then and began to kiss as well. They held each other firmly and kissed with passion and abandon. It was hot because it was novel to see two men together kissing right there in front of me, but in many ways, it was just two people kissing. That’s the way I feel about myself as well. I’m in love with a woman; I’m in love with her body. Technically, that makes me bisexual, but I don’t think of myself that way. I’m just me, a human being who loves who I love and who wants who I want. Labels and boxes are extraneous.</p><p id="e71b">After a while, we made our way into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Lane positioned himself between my thighs and began to lick me steadily. I became lost in a world of sensation. Lane’s tongue on my clit, James’ arm against mine as he and Tamara started to fuck; the feel of Tamara’s long hair on my shoulder; the sounds and scents of pleasure all around us.</p><p id="f6a5">We played <a href="https://myerotica.com/hot-tetris-11ee03df42dc">Hot Tetris </a>for a while, both as male/female pairings and as a big jumble of bodies. Lane sucked James’ cock and later he returned the favor. Although it was exciting to watch the man I’ve spent more than half of my life with enthusiastically swallowing a dick for the first time, ultimately, it was no big deal — it was just a part of the play. We laughed about it being a good old fashioned Roman orgy, but in truth, it was much better than that. It wasn’t mere hedonism, and yet, the whole point of the party was to have sex. This was sex as a celebration of life, as an expression of affection and of fun — just bodies in motion, giving and receiving pleasure. It wasn’t intended as a Vernal Equinox ritual, but it might as well have been.</p><p id="2570">By this time, we’d worked up an appetite and adjourned to the kitchen for a snack and to refill our drinks. I’d brought a picnic-style charcuterie spread, with meats, cheeses, fruit, bread, and chocolate. Everyone helped themselves, and we continued to talk and laugh, just four naked bodies refueling themselves for the next round, enjoying the tang of the salami, the creaminess of the cheese and sweetness of the fruit and chocolate.</p><p id="cab1">As we were putting the food away, Tamara and I noticed that t

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Sex, love, authenticity, and fun in an MFMF

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A date with Tamara is always a party. On the drive over to her place, I said to James, “We always have so much fun with Tam. I mean the sex is great, of course, but it’s always more than that. She’s just fun to be with, to talk to…I love everything about her!” James agreed, but today was going to be a new and different kind of party -one that also included Tam’s friend Lane, who is bisexual. James has been a bit bi-curious for some time, and this looked like a great opportunity to finally pursue that. James and I were fairly buzzing with anticipation!

Lane is tall and lean, a yogi with a sleeve and shoulder of tattoos, as well as a broad, genuine smile. I liked him right away. When we got to the top of the stairs at Tamara’s place, he was waiting there, wearing jeans, but no shirt. I kissed him hello and James shook his hand. I didn’t want James to feel pressure to do anything he wasn’t ready for, but I had the feeling this party was going to get pretty wild.

As we got some drinks and started to chat, Lane ran his hands lightly along my back. I snuggled under his arm and did the same to him. I liked that I fit easily there and I liked that there was some seduction going on; some contact and connection, and not just an abrupt transition between chatting and fucking, which is what sometimes happens at a party like this. Across the kitchen, James was lifting Tamara off the ground, so that he could kiss her. Her long legs were flailing in the air as he hoisted her scantily clad body around, making her giggle. She and James were laughing and cutting up, talking about some rapper I’d never even heard of, but then again, neither had Lane.

“We’re the OG,” said Tamara with a laugh, pointing to James and herself. “You two are the hippies…..”

I leaned up to kiss Lane and we laughed and agreed, although strictly speaking, that was a bit of a stretch on all counts. After a while, the clothes started to come off, somewhat like strip poker, but without the cards, or the hands, or the turns. A pair of pants here, a shirt there, until we were all standing in our underwear. I leaned in to give Tamara a better kiss. I’d seen her only 3 weeks before, but that’s a long time when you adore someone, and I love to kiss her. Her lips are soft and tender and when they meet mine, I go somewhere different than when I kiss a man. It’s hard to explain, but she is just soft, smooth, and enticing in the way that only a beautiful woman can be. I could kiss her endlessly, pulling back her long black hair from her forehead, and tucking it behind her ear. She unhooked my lacy, ecru bra and helped me take it off, leaning down to take my nipples briefly into her mouth.

“This is what I was telling you,” she said to Lane. “We’ve got our own little polyamorous thing going on here. I just love them.”

“And we love you,” said James. “These two might run off together to Mexico or something,” he continued, indicating Tam and me, “and I wouldn’t even care. Well, I would care, but I’d understand. And I’d even be a little bit turned on.”

“Fortunately, we don’t need to run off anywhere,” I reminded him, “because we can all be together right here, and it doesn’t change anything. We love each other and we go about our lives. It just is!” and I kissed Tamara again. James and Lane turned to each other then and began to kiss as well. They held each other firmly and kissed with passion and abandon. It was hot because it was novel to see two men together kissing right there in front of me, but in many ways, it was just two people kissing. That’s the way I feel about myself as well. I’m in love with a woman; I’m in love with her body. Technically, that makes me bisexual, but I don’t think of myself that way. I’m just me, a human being who loves who I love and who wants who I want. Labels and boxes are extraneous.

After a while, we made our way into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Lane positioned himself between my thighs and began to lick me steadily. I became lost in a world of sensation. Lane’s tongue on my clit, James’ arm against mine as he and Tamara started to fuck; the feel of Tamara’s long hair on my shoulder; the sounds and scents of pleasure all around us.

We played Hot Tetris for a while, both as male/female pairings and as a big jumble of bodies. Lane sucked James’ cock and later he returned the favor. Although it was exciting to watch the man I’ve spent more than half of my life with enthusiastically swallowing a dick for the first time, ultimately, it was no big deal — it was just a part of the play. We laughed about it being a good old fashioned Roman orgy, but in truth, it was much better than that. It wasn’t mere hedonism, and yet, the whole point of the party was to have sex. This was sex as a celebration of life, as an expression of affection and of fun — just bodies in motion, giving and receiving pleasure. It wasn’t intended as a Vernal Equinox ritual, but it might as well have been.

By this time, we’d worked up an appetite and adjourned to the kitchen for a snack and to refill our drinks. I’d brought a picnic-style charcuterie spread, with meats, cheeses, fruit, bread, and chocolate. Everyone helped themselves, and we continued to talk and laugh, just four naked bodies refueling themselves for the next round, enjoying the tang of the salami, the creaminess of the cheese and sweetness of the fruit and chocolate.

As we were putting the food away, Tamara and I noticed that the guys had disappeared. We found them back in the bedroom, locked in a passionate embrace. There was an almost aggressive intensity to it, a level of amorous engagement that you don’t really see between men and women. It was very hot! As they moved into a 69, Tamara and I leaned in across their bodies and kissed as I fondled her breast.

“Now, this is my kind of Eiffel Tower,” I said to her with a smile. No roles or rules, no preconceived ideas — just pleasure, love, fun and a realness that some people never get the chance to taste even once. And that, for me, is the ultimate aphrodisiac!