My Lucky Life

I received the first text early yesterday afternoon: “So I just wanted to say if things go down badly, you guys should come get drunk with me here.”

Just those simple words spiked my libido, especially after last weekend’s Brazilian waxing episode. But I doubted anything would come to fruition, after all, the hockey game wouldn’t be over until after 10, and I figured chances are by the time we got back to town, you’d be asleep.

So when the text came through at nine, saying you were headed out to the bar, the stupid hockey game couldn’t end quickly enough.

Nearly two hours later, we made it back. Drinks were had, shots were poured, and within only a few minutes, there was little doubt left that we would end up in bed together yet again. It was then that my panties started to get wet.

As we stood at the bar, legs touching where no one could see, I wanted nothing more than to taste your lips.

More drinks and hands became freer, less concerned about the others standing around and more concerned about the feeling of your skin on mine.

I wish I could have seen the boy’s face when you told him to quit trying because you were coming home to fuck us.

And then there was the random boy who could get Molly, and that topped the night off.

As soon as the rolling began, I wanted nothing more than to feel you both, flesh on flesh, heat on heat, pleasure spawning more pleasure.

You were wetter than I’ve ever seen you, your pussy so eager for attention. I couldn’t get enough.

And you’ve been so frustrated this week with life issues. It was nice to see you let go and enjoy the simple pleasures of fingers, tongues, pussies, and cock.

It made me laugh, because the first time, I remember you commenting to M about how receptive I am. Well, girl, if only you could have seen how beautiful you looked, laying back on the bed with your eyes closed and your back arched, as waves of pleasure washed across your body. Watching you cum again and again, it was absolutely fucking gorgeous.

And you were such as a dirty girl, loving the flogger, the nipple clamps, the Hitachi, touching places you’ve never touched before.

Although I’ve never said it, I’m sure you know there have been many, many times over these last few months when you were in our bed, even when you weren’t. On both our minds as we touched and played, I’d think of things to come in the future.

And one of things I always thought about isΒ you riding Him while I straddle his face. And when that happened last night, it was beyond my expectations. Watching you lower yourself onto His hard cock, the look on your face as you were filled with His length, watching you rock and grind against Him, it was exquisite.

And, oh how I loved laying beneath you as He fucked you from behind, your swollen clit between my lips, my eyes only inches from where the two of you joined, His cock sliding into your tight little pussy.

The moment, shortly after 4 am, I don’t know how we got there, with you on your back and M between your legs, your knees bent far and wide to give him full access. I knew He didn’t want to cum yet, but how could I not encourage it, with you begging Him for more, begging Him to fuck you harder and harder.

And when the two of you came together, my love for you both grew beyond what I thought was possible.

After the final kiss between the three of us, when we curled up and wrapped around each other in bed, it felt like the most normal thing in the whole world, three bodies joined in exhaustion from the pursuit of each other’s pleasure.

Last night was perfect, in so many ways. Unlike the first time, which was so fuzzy with alcohol and Ritalin. Unlike the second time, which was apprehensive and sort of scary, because we were doing it with intention.

Last night was different. It was effortless. It was natural. It feels so fucking right, the three of us together this way.

And here I am, again today, delaying showering, because I don’t want to wash the scent of you from my body.

Next weekend, my dear, be prepared. My plan is to give you a birthday you will never forget.

Not us, but could have been... "Threesome (one man and two women)" by golden retriever fan - Flickr: file.bin-2. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons -

Not us, but still one of my favorite moments from last night…
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22 responses to “My Lucky Life

  1. Oh Caitlyn, this is lovely! I’m so happy for you that you had such a great time!
    I can’t wait for next week’s post about the birthday celebrations πŸ˜‰

    • Thanks Dawn. It truly is amazing, this thing we’ve got going on. I wish I could detail it all, because each moment is so special, but alas, I can’t seem to do it. I’m keeping my *fingerscrossed* that it’s going to be a good one for her. And M’s birthday is next week, so I have a feeling there’s going to be a lot of celebrating going on in the McConnell household! xoxo

      • I’m so happy for you Caitlyn.
        I know about the inability to detail it all. Sometimes I wish I could do that, even if only to be able to go back to it later on and recall fond memories.
        Unfortunately, real life gets in the way sometimes πŸ˜‰
        Enjoy all of your celebrations. We will be happy to read whatever you share with us πŸ™‚

  2. How lovely! I’m in awe…and envious (but in the best possible way!).

  3. I read this three times. Fucking amazing!

  4. *Sigh*, it has been far to long…

    Just love that you are having this wonderful, amazing, sexy time.


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  6. It’s a beautiful thing! I could feel the intensity in your writing. I’m missing a woman in my(our) bed right NOW! πŸ™‚ heehee

  7. I would love to have that experience but I just can’t see myself doing another woman. How do I get past that feeling? I am open to trying new things and have a willing man. There is no pressure from him about having a threesome. I want to have one but can’t wrap my mind around me eating a woman. HELP!!!!

    • I’m no sure there is much you can do about it… but that’s my very unexperienced self talking!
      I have kind of known I’d like to try it ever since I let my mind open to the possibility, just like I’ve always known I’d like to try anal (though that had been going on for longer). My one experience is that, in the presence of a man I trusted, I loved my experience. And I’m ready to do it all over again whenever I get the chance.
      I’m not sure that’s something you can get past though.
      Would you consider a woman going down on you? Apparently, that’s much more frequent in swapping clubs, the ‘passive’ woman…

    • Dawn’s right, Rosie, maybe you don’t. But who knows. I’ve always been attracted to women. Probably kissed my first girl in 2nd or 3rd grade. Not my first boy til much later.

      Depending on what you’re looking for, you can still have a ffm threesome, but make it a fmf. Both focus on him. You don’t have to go all the way with her. Believe me, I’m sure your husband would be more than willing to be the center of attention.

      That being said, if and when you get there, you take it slow. Start with kissing. In my experience, women tend to kiss entirely different than men. Touching them is different than touching men. Their bodies are soft and smooth. Their sounds are different.

      Eating a girl out isn’t necessary, but it’s not hard either, if that’s your concern. I actually think it’s way easier for a woman to do than a man because you understand the anatomy. If she’s clean, there’s barely any taste or smell.

      I’ve actually got a post in the works about cunnilingus; maybe it will help. In the meantime, if you have specific questions, don’t hesitate to ask!


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