"Three"

Inspired, in part, by Ms. Inconspicuous' post "Sunday Confessions: Homecoming" She's repeatedly reminded me why I became such a fast fan. Though, that girl is about as much from the Midwest as I am the king of Siam. They just don't grow that way there, trust me. lol

I haven't told you about my wife yet, have I?

First, you should know that I am not some nameless faceless man with a wife who aesthetically leaves so much to be desired he strays. Actually it's the opposite. She is possibly the most beautiful girl ever, and yes I'm speaking in the hot sense, not just the romantic sense.

No, this all started years and years before we'd met, in the streets, alleyways and tenements in places ranging from New Orleans to Pennsylvania. I was trained from first adulthood to be a sensualist, and then I was trained by the world that it could be a release, a method of survival, and because of how I'm wired, a method of maintaining sanity.

My wife is adventurous, in her own way. But she doesn't understand just how far I've gone, how far I've taken things. She doesn't understand that the point of no return wasn't even there for me to see when I passed it and I became something new, someone new. We perform the greatest dances in the world when we seduce.

Primal and Perennial, the methods we use are ancient and eternal.

She does not know how to open her heart. She doesn't understand the myriad ways that love can be shared. My curse is that I do this anonymously only because I don't have the opportunity to do it with her in the open.

Well, most of the time anyway.

The story that follows is one of the rare times when the stars aligned and I was allowed a brief glimpse of the life I long for every day. I include it below as an homage to the woman I love most in hopes that someday I'll figure out the few nagging questions that keep me from perfecting the way I love.

Submitted in celebration;

"THREE"

There was always just something about the female energy that attracts me on all levels simultaneously. Not surprisingly, my best friend is female, and a pretty good example to boot. Petite and sporting platinum blonde dreadlocks to her shoulders we met in Pittsburgh five years ago. She got me through a rough time by helping me create our own hippie bubble on her sun-porch and we were fast and constant friends after that.

Anyway, Four years later, after I've moved first back home and then to California, for the second time in years we find ourselves living near each other. She lives in *****, I lived in ***** at the time. It was the first time we'd had a chance to hang out in at least two years.

The night started out pretty fast. I think Deanne and I, were at her apartment for about half an hour before three of her friends showed up, explained they'd rented a limo and asked if we wanted to go party-hopping with them. I was completely stoked. I'd never been in a limo before and it seemed like a perfect way to rekindle an awesome friendship. I left with Deanne to my left and Star to my right, the two girls I cared most about. Even then I knew it was going to be my night.

Deanne and Star are pretty different body-type wise. She stands 6'0 even, is built like a goddess, and sports dirty blonde hair down her back that could bring a man to tears. Star is much shorter, 5'7, 5'8 tops and sports a small frame with sporty little breasts and an elfin face. Combined with the dreadlocks it's pretty striking. That, and a healthy obsession with running and surfing had left her with a ROCK hard little body.

Three parties and a half-dozen blueberry-vodka-redbulls later and we were stumbling from the liquor store we had them drop us all off at with yet another vodka bottle in hand. It was a drink Star and I could put down like water, but we were both the ones hurting that night.

Back at the apartment, we were smoking, joking and giggling, tossing back our prize. I don't really remember how the subject came up. I just know that in a split second I'd seen my chance and dropped a line about how it had always been a fantasy of mine to have a threesome with Star, which as I recall seemed alot more subtle than it does as I remember it sober.

Despite my lack of smoothness, it took me another half second to realize that no one had said no, no one was even laughing.

I looked up and Star and Deanne were staring at each other with grins on their faces.

I decided not to give anyone time to think twice and had them both up and on the way to the bedroom before you could snap your fingers.

The feeling, as I collapsed on the bed on top of Star for the first time is something I'll never forget. It was so electric. We'd never been romantic or particularly flirtatious with each other before, so the sudden bursting of the floodgates that was the shifting paradigm of our relationship made everything so much hotter than it would have been with someone we'd picked up from the club. Her mouth tasted like rain. Her skin was milk under my fingertips as I brushed her nipples and drifted my fingertips down her stomach.

Deanne crawled up from the foot of the bed on all fours, settling her head between Star's thighs.

"I might not be very good at this." She whispered. Star reached down and ran her fingertips through her hair, wordlessly guiding her head down.

I reached up and slid down, drifting my hands down Stars sides and across Deanne's back to her perfect ass. I slipped my mouth over her and went to work with my tongue until the room was filled with squirming moans. Star reached down and grabbed one of my hands, pulling me up. I slid upward and right inside of Deanne as she lapped away. I was rewarded with a low gutteral moan, but Star kept tugging at my hand.

Slowly I drew Deanne up while still inside her until she was straddling Star. They made out like mad as I pounded away at Deanne. The best part was still to come though, as soon Deanne reached down, bracing her hand on my hip, and slid me back and down until my shaft was primed to slide inside of Star directly under her.

It felt like hours, as I moved back and forth between them, fucking Star with wild enthusiasm while Deanne's ass slapped my abdomen and Star wrapped her arm around her and clasped onto my right hip, yanking me down with each thrust. It was an unreal sensation. Then moving up to pound into Deanne while they ground together beneath me. Finally, Star guided her hand down between Deanne's thighs and slid her fingers inside, raising her up and forward until Deanne was finally strattling her mouth.

Watching them both, and listening to Deanne explode all over Star's face was more than I could take, and gushed over them both almost in another world with pleasure.

We collapsed, cooing at each other and oblivious to the mind-numbing hangover we would have in the morning.

Now, I have had all variations on the threesome, men, women, name it. But if you ask me the most intense, the most pleasurable. I would hands down pick this night. I'll carry it with me forever.