The Visit

This is my first post here, but this was a weekend of some of the best sex of my life, so I felt the need to share. Let me start off with some background. If you want to skip this, jump to the part where it says The Visit.

Background: I’m a 33 year old woman, with red and black hair, very Irish skin, curvy and blue green eyes. I’ve recently split from a 10 year monogamous relationship. I live and am currently in a sexual relationship with an ex, who I was with over 10 years ago, who has since become my best friend. We’ll call him James. James is 34, dark hair, beautiful blue eyes, average build. James and I don’t have sex too often due to James having a lower sex drive, but let me say when we do, it's awesome. I will likely post one or two of those stories in here as well. James has an…we’ll go with ex though it's not really that they ended, more that long distance is hard, that we will call Patrick. Though James and I have been friends for a long time, I had never gotten to meet Patrick, but when they were actively together, I heard a lot of good stories about him. James and I had decided to fly down to the state that Patrick lives in for a wedding of a mutual friend right around the time of my divorce, and an added bonus was that I was thinking there might be an option for James, Patrick and I to have fun. When James and I were together in the past, threesomes were a part of our sexual experience, and they were lots of fun, and we both enjoy them, I had not gotten to do threesomes for 10 years, and I liked the idea of this being a part of my experience again. James and I also both share an enjoyment of kink in our sexual relationship, with James being a top, and myself being a switch, and I was curious how Patrick might fall into this. Anyways a month before we fly out for the wedding, James massages Patrick and says “hey if you can come up to the wedding, I can almost promise you a threesome”. Patrick replies with “oh really, who?” and James sends him my picture and eventually my contact information.

Sadly, Patrick does not make it to the wedding due to work, which was a serious disappointment. However, Patrick and I began messaging. Patrick is a fan of naked picture messaging and has a very sexy looking body. When I was single 10 years ago, cell phone pictures were more of a rare thing, so this is a bit new to me, but through the course of 4 months, Patrick keeps warming me up more and more to them. Patrick and I spend 4 months in constant flirting and sexual tension, and I warm more and more up to him. Since he missed the wedding were James and I both flew down to his state, there is a lot of teasing of “if you want it, come up to my state and get it”. I figure this might happen…eventually…but try not to hold out to much hope. Meanwhile, I’m also getting to know Patrick more and more. Patrick often has to work late nights and I have a bit of an issue with insomnia and spend many a night just chatting with him, which I really enjoy. Partially because sexual attraction for me is really linked to personality instead of just body. I can tell from pictures that Patrick has a great body (he has dark hair and dark eyes, and is in active military and has a body that shows it). He also has piercings which are hot and enjoyable in my opinion. But more than that, I start to also get to know him. He’s intelligent, geeky, and exceptionally sweet. On top of sending sexy texts, when I had a bad day once I took a risk and asked him to send me a smile. Not only did I do that, but upon finding out I was having a bad day, he started sending me dumb jokes to make me laugh. He’s quite the whole package guy.

Also right around this bad day, I had some time to kill, and was trying lay in my car and take a nap. I ended up fantasizing about Patrick and what I’d like to do to him. This fantasy consisted of me tying him to my bed, and spending a long, long time going down on him and teasing him (a favorite pastime of mine), eventually ending with him cumming in my mouth. I sent this to him in messenger for him to read. He apparently read it so many times he memorized it, and jerked off to it more then once(something that when I think about it still makes me wet). Though he warned me he doesn’t come often from oral, which is fine, it's still fun to do.

And then Patrick messages that he’s coming to visit. I’m so damn excited/nervous/something else I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m a bit worried as well. I’ve never met this man but he’s already seen me late at night with no makeup and my hair all messed up, early in the morning (which is worse), post orgasm and eventually during orgasm. I’ve never had this before. It’s like this intensely intimate relationship with a person I’ve never met. Patrick and I are also in such a state of sexual tension that we are joking about the fact that we may never leave the bedroom. (also post divorce my sex drive has shot through the roof, and I’m jerking off every day, sometimes multiple times a day. This always increases Patrick is messaging me, as he does….well…. a lot for my sex drive, and I think it's very likely we will be sexually compatible). Patrick messages that he will be up here Friday morning until Monday evening. My best friend James and I chat, and discuss what we want to do. There are multiple non-sexual activities that James, Patrick and I all have an interest in as well, and as it was previously mentioned James does not have a high sex drive, so a threesome is something we are all likely hoping for, but not a guarantee. James and I chat that since he and Patrick have fooled around a lot before, and already have a connection that I’m a bit worried about feeling like a third wheel. James expresses worries that he doesn’t think he can keep up sexually with Patrick and I. We all agree that it would probably be good to burn of some of the sexual chemistry and James will work on Friday and I will pick Patrick up from the airport and spend the day with him before James comes home. Patrick agrees, and asks if I can pick him up wearing a skirt and shirt….and that’s it. And thus the plan is in motion.

The Visit Friday morning arrives and I’m excited and nervous. I’ve cleaned my house the night before, and I have all new bedding on my bed, as well as ties attached to my 4 bed posts. I wake up and shower and shave everything. I put on a skirt (full and long to hide a possible myriad of sins) and a tank top I love and that’s it. I was so excited though that Patrick doesn’t land until 8:30 and at 8 I’m in the car ready to go…except it's only a 10 minute drive to the airport. So I decide to make a playlist of music that is fun to fool around to. Eventually I drive to the airport. Our airport is odd, and it's not a movie like one where you park and go physically meet someone. Essentially you get to do a pull around with your car in idle, wait for the person to arrive, throw their bags in the car and take off. I pull up to the right door and keep an eye out. And then I see him. Patrick is…hot. Cocky and lovely and wow. I get out of my SUV to help him put in his bags and he pulls me right into his arms for a hug first. He runs his hands a long my back and inquiries about a bra but I explain that’s just part of my shirt. We are both clearly hot and bothered already and this turns into a kiss quickly, which is warm and sexy and not sloppy and oddly not awkward for a first kiss. His hand quickly finds my breasts and my body instantly responds. However, we are still in the airport turn around, which is busy and full of cops. I pull away from him and say “let’s get you home” and I’m grateful it’s only a 10 minute drive. On the drive home, I’m sneaking looks at him and his hand is running along my thigh. All I can think of is that I’m wearing a skirt without panties and I’m going to make a wet spot on the back of my skirt really quickly. I bring him to my house, convinced that I should at least give him a tour instead of just throwing him into bed, but honestly we barely make it. Looking back I’m not sure why I bothered.

And then he’s in my bed, and I get to play out my fantasy.

I strip him naked, and tie both arms and legs to my bed, and then I have a Patrick smorgasbord and it's lovely. Patrick is already hard, which I learned through the course of the weekend, is extremely common. I have never met a man before or since who was hard as often as he is. Seriously, he can cum, you kiss him and he’s hard again. It’s like the gift that keeps on giving. Surprisingly to me though is Patrick’s size, which cell phone pictures did not do justice. I’ve technically seen longer, but Patrick’s long enough I can’t deep throat him easily and I don’t have much of a gag reflex. He’s also got a hell of alot of girth. Combined there is just….a lot…of Patrick.

When I play, I play. So I get to tie him to my bed, and run my tongue along his body. I suck on his ear lobes, I kiss and nip at his neck, I play with his nipples and his nipple rings. I bite the tops of his shoulders. I slide down his body, mostly naked but not completely naked (I like having clothes on when I top, makes me feel like the other person is more vulnerable and that’s hot). But I run my body along his torso, nipping at his sides, kissing his hips and finally getting to his cock. I hesitate there, just breathing against him to build up anticipation. I lick the top of his head, against his slit, tasting what precum I find there, which is almost flavorless interestingly enough. Patrick has had a vasectomy and his cum is definitely different. I use my tongue to play with the rings on his cock, as he is pierced there too, and eventually I take him into my mouth. There is so much of him, I need to use my hands too, and honestly I’m playing right now, so I will only suck a little before pulling him out to run my tongue along his cock, flicking against the hard vein. I run my tongue all the way down and pull his balls into my mouth (which are wonderfully shaved and so this is immensely more fun). I then tightened my wet lips very close together before slowly pushing him back in my mouth. At the same time, I’m monitoring his body, feeling for a change in breath, noise, or heart rate. I’m learning him. While topping him, though, I find quickly that Patrick is not the type to lie there and is struggling to just do so. He’s a naughty munchkin to have tied to your bed, and I’m starting to wish for better restraints, because as soon as I go to tease, and run my body back up his (I like to build someone and then stop and then build and then stop and so on) he’s actively engaged. He’s trying to touch me with his hands still bound and he’s moved his feet so that he can move his hips against mine and it's so hard to not be distracted by him. I’m so wet and I want him inside me badly, but I’m trying to stay focused on him. But his cock is pressed up against me, and it's hard and wide and hot, and teasing my clit. I let him brush up against my opening, and I want him, but unexpected from my fantasy, he can’t just slide in me, because even with as wet as I am there’s just so much of him. He’s using his hips to thrust against me and I already know this is going to be good. Eventually I wiggle back down to go down on him again, but the next time I go back up to tease him, it's harder to resist, and this time he pushes more inside of me, but it's inch by inch by inch to get him in and it feels so good and hurts just a bit. I ride up and down on top of him, feeling so stretched, so fucking full of him it feels like my hips have spread. But I don’t want this yet. I’m such a fucking service top and I want him in my mouth. I enjoy him in my mouth. I pull out and shift back down and clean my cum off of him, which honestly is so fucking hot to me. I’m queer and love the taste of women and I taste good and I taste better when I’m sucking it off of his cock. But this time as I’m using my mouth on him, I notice a difference. Patrick was way more into it when it was my body and he got to use his hips and get involved. I was focused on his body and his breathing and heart rate changed when he was inside of me, instead of being in my mouth. So fuck it. I’m service oriented so I’m going to give the boy what he wants. I pull back up and started fucking him harder, but he needs to be more involved and I’m getting that. So eventually we decide to untie him, and now it's game on. He’s an active participant in bed, and it's not long before I’m on my back, with him thrusting hard inside of me and I’m cumming before I can stop it, and I just kept coming. There was so much of him, but honestly what I loved was what he was doing with his hips, thrusting hard against me and just the right pace, and boundless energy that I can’t stop orgasming. My memory gets a little foggy here, because of all the orgasms, but eventually I get across that I want his cum in my mouth, so as soon as he gets close, he pulls out and I sit up higher and start going down on him fast and hard, his cock drenched in my cum and then he’s spilling into my mouth, moaning and groaning above me, his head tossed back a little, and this fucking hot, hot look on his face (that is still one of my favorite moments of all of this). He collapse and we are just done.

I get a little out of order on this, but I’m pretty sure we ended up going to the kitchen to get water, only for him to start fucking my on my counter, which proved to be to high, so we moved to my kitchen table and eventually back to the bed. Grand total we had sex 5 times that day, took a nap together, walked to go get lunch and played games with friends. All in all a great, great fucking day.

Hope you enjoyed. Look for a second post from this: the threesome

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3qkmyt/the_visit