Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 12:01:34 +0200
From: MultyAmory <multyamory@gmail.com>
Subject: When I first met Joe and Ann

*When I first met Joe and Ann*

Before I first met Joe and Ann, before I started fucking them and getting
fucked by them, and heard about their unusual group of friends and family
members, and the Golden Rule, Joe asked me about my fantasy.

I started talking with Joe because we both frequented the same forum,
dedicated to people in poly-amorous relationships; it's not really a forum
for meeting new people, more for exchanging ideas on how to start or how to
manage an existing relationship - but sometimes there are hook-ups. I stayed
there after my own relationship ended, and liked Joe's writing. When he
mentioned in passing he and his wife were looking for a male partner, I
contacted him and we started talking.

After we set up a date for our meeting, but before we met, Joe asked me to
detail my experience, which I did, at length, and describe my expectations.
I have yet to meet them, so I didn't have any expectations - but since it
was my first encounter with a couple, I had a firm idea in mind about what I
wanted to do. "I don't have any expectations" I told him, "but I do have
fantasy."

"What is it?" he asked, and when I wrote my reply, I imagined him reading
it, naked, in front of his computer, Ann lying in bed behind him, where she
could listen to him read her the story, and gently rub herself, as he was
gently stroking himself.

"I imagine myself arriving at the coffee ship. I don't know this yet, but
the coffee shop is near an apartment you share in the city, for encounters
such as this. The shop is small without being confining, with low lights
without being dark. You both are sitting there, and I'm a bit worried I'm
late... but of course, you didn't have to scout for parking...

I wear a sweater with dark sleeves, accentuating my strong arms, my husky
frame. I sit down, and you introduce yourselves, "I'm Joe", you say, "I'm
Ann" - "Gordon" I say, and we all share a smile, though we don't shake
hands. Too formal, not intimate enough. When the waitress comes, I flirt
with her a little, and you both share a private joke; I order coffee, and we
chat for a while. I feel desired - Ann does most of the talking, asking
questions, genuinely interested, while you do most of the talking. I become
very aware of your jeans, and how tight they are, and Ann's cleavage, and
the fact she's not wearing a bra. Her breasts swoosh under the black top
when she moves, talks, breathes, and I grow a bit tight. When we get up, I
pretend you don't notice, and you pretend you don't notice, by growing
bulge.

We go up the stairs, Ann going first, both of us looking at her ass in the
long skirt embracing her mounds. We rub shoulders, and the touch electrifies
me. When we go in, you and I sit on the couch. You suggest I take off my
shoes, and I do. Ann goes in the small kitchen, sounds of making tea, and
when I look back at you from the kitchen, your face is very close to mine.
Briefly, I feel your warm breath on my face, and then you take hold of the
back of my neck and pull me in for a kiss.

Your lips are firm, your tongue scouts the inside of my mouth as you invade
it, taking my breath away; my cock aches inside my pants. Ann laughs from
the kitchen "ok, I guess we'll have tea after..."

You lay back, pulling me with you. Our hard dicks rub against each other
through the rough fabrics, creating tension. You hold me tight in your arms,
and I lose myself in your kiss, the warmness of it, the passion. I hear the
rustle of clothes; when we break the kiss I see Ann sitting on a chair
facing us, her exposed breasts, full and luscious, go up and down with her
breathing; her nipples are hard, and she's smiling at me, lightly touching
herself, wearing only white panties. The smell of our passion fills the air;
she nods her head towards Joe and I turn back to you.

We only kiss for a long time, taking off sweaters and shirts and pants. Our
hands touch backs, shoulders, faces, cheeks, we explore each other. I kiss
your chest, go down the "treasure trail" to where your cock is. I kneel on
the floor next to the sofa where you sit, and when you lay back, I stroke
your cock. Ann comes behind me, kissing my back, reaching between my legs. I
spread a little, and she starts playing with my balls. I shiver and groan;
coming back to the present, I lick the tip of your penis, and rest your head
back, sighing with pleasure; Ann strokes my cock once, from tip to scrotum,
she presses against me, and I can feel her breasts press against my back,
her tongue on the back of my neck, her hands stroking me with long, slow
strokes.

I take all your cock inside my mouth, wetting it well, I start rubbing it
with a corkscrew motion, bobbing up and down, rubbing it with my hand as I
suck it in and let it out, I play with your balls, gently take when, apply a
bit of pressure, and then the other; I cup them in my hands, fill you groan
under me. I gasp with surprise when I feel Ann's tongue on my lower back,
and then my backside; she wets a finger and titillates my hole. It's too
hard for me to take while sucking you, so I stop, just jerking you slowly as
she penetrates me. I bury my face in your thigh, moan and groan as she fucks
me with her finger. "Turn around" she whispers in my ear.

I turn, and she's in my arms - we kiss, I hunger for her mouth, for her
tongue, for her taste. She gets up, and I voice my displeasure that we
stopped. She laughs at me, and you smile, slowly stroking your swollen, wet,
cock, as I follow her and you follow me. We go into the bedroom, small, with
a large double bed, with red sheets and a thick blanket, thrown to the side.

She lays back on the bed, and I go down to lick her clit, "no", she says. "I
want you to fuck me." She turns me on so much, I climb on top of her,
kissing her, my hands on both sides of her, she takes my cock in her hand,
guiding it in her, and she feels so soft and warm and right around my dick I
almost can't believe how good it feels. I move inside her, a bit slow at
first, but soon the passion raises in me and is too strong to contain. I
bury my face in her neck, biting her, my ass goes up and down as I piston in
her, my balls tighten and swell before I know it, and I cum in her again and
again and again, shouting my passion into her neck.

I slip out of her, a bit embarrassed. She kisses me softly, and for a long
time, sighing into me. Then I go out of her and lay next to her. You are
standing at the foot of the bed, with the same smile as before, and then you
spread my legs, and I give you access. You start licking around my hole, and
I grind into your face; Ann puts a restraining hand on my chest, kissing me
deeply, keeping me on the bed as you drive me wild.

You put a finger in me and then another, slowly fucking me, your fingers
covered with cold KY which quickly warms. Then I feel you shift, and you
lift my legs and rest them on your shoulders; I close my eyes, letting
myself drown in the sensations of Ann's kiss, your cock as it touches me, so
slimy and hard and large, and then slowly penetrates me, stretches me. I
feel so full, so aroused, so alive. I am harder then before, aching for some
touch on my cock. You start moving in and out of me, and Ann straddles me,
holding my cock, rubbing it, and then feeding it to her cunt. My juices make
her slick and smooth, and she barely moves, your thrusts push me inside her.
She holds herself above me, and every movement is shared by all of us. It
feels like my entire body is made of cock, one long exposed nerve from one
end to the other, as you move inside me and I move inside her, I don't know
if I'm shouting or not, but the movement grows and gets stronger and faster,
and I cum, and you cum, and she cums, and it takes forever, pulse after
pulse after pulse of hot sticky sex..."

As Joe tells it, both he and Ann enjoyed my story, that they decided it
wasn't enough to just meet me and fuck me. They wanted me to meet the rest
of the family; they felt I was one of those people who can really "dig" them
and get with their circle friends. But that is a story for another time...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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POLYAMORY IS WRONG!
It is either Multiamory or Polyphilia, but mixing Greek and Latin Roots?
WRONG!