And The Oscar Goes To… (Pics Inside) [FM] [MFM] [HOTWIFE] [GROUP]

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Of the experiences I’ve had in the handful of years swinging, this may have been the most unique scene of all.

I matched with Dana and Harris on Feeld. Quite a few times in the past, I’ve come across a couple’s profile where the images were only of the male half. This time, however, it was Dana who was on display and the one leading the conversation. I would later learn why.

Dana was a petite brunette with a bob haircut just below her jaw. She wore a nose ring and a knowing smirk. Her four-pack abs punctuated by a silver belly ring which ran the length of her navel.

Dana and I hit it off right away, and she informed me they were on the app because Harris’ had a birthday approaching. For his present, Harris requested for Dana to play with another man and send live photos/videos while it happened. This was something I’d done previously with Sara and Kevin from [these](http://pleasetakemywife.tumblr.com/post/157996747886/free-drinks-facials) [stories](http://pleasetakemywife.tumblr.com/post/159558468841/netflix-and-thrills), and I was all too happy to try it a second time with another couple. I told Dana I was game, so we exchanged numbers.

Me: So what’s your initial idea for the shoot? Any outfits or scenarios you have in mind?

Dana: I have a million different outfits/costumes so plenty to choose from – mostly want to focus on fun teasing type shots – as in you can just barely see what you want to see

Me: Hmmm. Maybe you have an example or two you can share? Just for artistic inspiration of course

Dana: For inspiration:

She sent three photos with her face obscured, posing in a black bustier, stockings, and heels. Behind her in the photos, metal chains and cuffs hung from the wall, candles and leather furniture populating the room. This was clearly not her grandmother’s living room.

Me: I have such a thing for stockings. You are officially ?

Dana: Thanks.

Me: Btw, where were those photos taken?

Dana: Actually at a dungeon…

Dana revealed that, in addition to her regular day job, she worked as a dominatrix. And while she enjoyed dominant play with her clients, she was much more turned on by being submissive in her private life. We talked about our various kinks and fetishes, and she admitted that Harris was uncomfortable with the idea of penetration until I was fully tested. We agreed that it would be low/no risk play and if that went well, we could escalate things in the future.

That Friday I hopped in my car and drove across town. Once I parked, I texted Dana, and she let me know she was already sitting at a table. I flashed my ID to the bouncer and walked through the darkened bar. Dana was in the very back corner, wearing a black dress with a long, tubular metal necklace hanging between her perky b-cups. We hugged then took a seat at the bar.

Dana was incredibly easy to converse with. She told me of her strict religious upbringing, her break from the church, her previous marriage and subsequent divorce. We talked about non-monogamy and our experiences with open relationships. After two drinks, she texted Harris and let him know that we were going to head to her place. Dana had officially given me the green light. Conveniently enough, she lived quite literally around the corner from the bar. Seriously. It was a ten stroll down the sidewalk.

Dana unlocked the front gate to the fourplex and led me through to the lower back unit. The ceilings in her place were low and the space a bit cramped, but it had a quaint vibe about it. Classic movie posters from the 40s and 50s were framed on the wall. Hundreds of books lined the shelves which wrapped around her mattress frame.

I took a seat on the couch adjacent to Dana’s bed while she retrieved some water. When she returned with a glass, and we made small talk about some of the books she owned. I took a sip of water, put the glass on the side table, then went in for a kiss. After what felt like an eternity, our lips parted and Dana handed me her phone.

Dana: Let’s send him some fun ones.

Her text conversation with Harris was open, so I could forward the photos as we went. I instructed her to get on all fours and lifted her dress to get some shots of her bubble butt.

Dana: Put your hand in the photo. He likes seeing that.

I grabbed a handful of Dana’s [left cheek](http://i.imgur.com/Fu2PW67.jpg) and sent the photo to Harris, who was still working late in his office. Slowly, more pieces of clothing began peeling off. Finally I pulled down Dana’s panties to catch my first glimpse of her dripping wet pussy. She had a [wide landing strip](http://i.imgur.com/XfuuLPt.jpg), trimmed short with the sides of her lips completely shaven.

We continued escalating the photoshoot when Dana suggested we include some toys. She turned around and unscrewed her necklace. Her jewelry was not only fashionable, it was functional. She pressed a button the side, and it buzzed like a small bullet vibrator.

Me: Wait.

Dana: Yep.

The setup reminded me of Reese Witherspoon’s character in Cruel Intentions. But instead of cocaine, Dana harnessed the [power of climax.](http://i.imgur.com/dDEl1wd.jpg)

I held the vibrator to her clit and ran it up and down her lips. Dana squeezed her tits together, her nipples completely standing fully erect. She requested the phone to check in with Harris. After a minute or two, she looked up at me.

Dana: He wants to FaceTime to watch this happening live.

Me: Sounds good to me.

Dana: But I have to tell you something first. He’s going to cover his face, so you can’t see who he is.

My eyes shifted back and forth with a bit of confusion.

Dana: He’s kind of big in the industry… He’s won an Academy Award, and he’s sort of afraid something will get out.

Me: …Seriously?

Dana: Yeah. Also, he likes it when I stop texting him for a bit, so he doesn’t quite know what’s happening. It builds anticipation.

As I tried to wrap my head this bombshell, she pulled out her iPad to video chat with Harris.

Dana: Here. Pick something from this.

Dana pulled out a small wooden box on the shelf next to her bed. Inside, there was a perfect, almost obsessive organization of plugs, beads, vibrators, dildos, and lubricants sealed in plastic baggies.

The chat connected as I sorted through Dana’s pleasure chest. Though I was morbidly curious, I made it a mission during the session to not, even mistakenly, look at Harris’ video feed to discover his identity. It soon became apparent that “Harris” was a pseudonym and the complete lack of photos of him on the profile was a prevention measure. I picked out a purple, vibrating anal beads and a bottle of lube. With my right hand, I angled the iPad camera toward, so Harris could get the best possible angle. Multitasking was not as easy as it appeared. With my left, I pressed the on button and began inserting the vibrating beads into Dana’s [tight little ass.](http://i.imgur.com/VyXUsno.jpg) Each one inserted made her squirm and moan in the sexiest possible way.

Dana’s pussy dripped from the anal stimulation, I pulled out a dildo from the box. I slowly worked it and out of her tight pink lips while she rocked onto my hand. We continued this for around ten minutes until Dana turned around and grabbed the iPad to end the video session suddenly. She texted him.

Dana: Now he’ll have to imagine what we’re doing together. I told him he has fifteen minutes to get over here. Then he can join us.

She set an alarm on her phone as I pondered the likelihood of driving anywhere in Los Angeles in that amount of time.

Me: So how’s this all going to work with him not wanting to me…?

Dana smiled. She already knew.

We kissed and continued the foreplay. I licked and teased Dana’s nipples while keeping a hand on both toys still inserted inside her. Though my cock was rigid the entire time, I kept my boxers on. The temptation was too great with Dana grinding herself [against my crotch.](http://i.imgur.com/uX2E1b4.jpg) To this day, I don’t know how I maintained my composure.

Fifteen minutes later, her phone alarm went off. Dana grabbed her phone and hopped off the bed.

Dana: Sit on the couch.

She disappeared around the corner and returned a few minutes later with a blindfold in hand. She wrapped it around my head and over my eyes. I adjusted it so everything in my peripheral vision was blacked out.

Dana: Once he’s in the room, you’re not allowed to talk. If you get uncomfortable for any reason, let me know, and we’ll stop.

Me: OK.

RAP. RAP. RAP.

Harris was knocking at the door.

She leaned in to whisper in my ear:

Dana: Go lay on the bed.

I felt my way around and did as I was told. Dana flipped the light switch and the room was completely blacked out. The door creaked opened, and I could hear whispering between them. A few moments later, Dana crawled onto the bed and straddled my chest. She held the dildo in her hand and began fucking herself mere inches away from my face. I could feel the breeze of her thrusts against my lips. So close but so far away. Dana teased me like she had done so hundreds of times before with clients.

She again put her lips to my ear:

Dana: If you cum, don’t move. Just stay put until it’s over. OK?

I nodded.

Dana hopped off the bed and I heard her take a seat on the couch next to Harris. If not for their hushed tones, I’d be able to hear my heart beating from the anticipation. Even though I wasn’t tied down, I felt as though I’d ceded power to Dana and this entire situation.

Seconds later, I felt them both climb onto the bed. Dana’s hands worked their way up my thigh until her hand wrapped around my cock. As she began to stroke it, Harris entered her from behind. Soon, the only thing filling the room were Dana’s moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against her clit from Harris’ thrusts.

Dana unrolled a condom onto my now hard cock. I’d never received a blowjob with one on, but the sensory deprivation and the heightened arousal of the moment counteracted any sensitivity issues. Dana’s hair brushed against my legs as she expertly worked my cock in her hands and down her throat.

But just as suddenly as it had started, Harris pulled her onto the couch, leaving me alone on the bed. I heard his muted grunts, and Dana’s very vocal orgasm until both reached climax. After a few beats of silence, I heard more whispering but nothing I could decipher. Suddenly, Dana jumped onto the bed next to me.

Dana: You didn’t get to cum, did you?

I shook my head.

Dana: I’m gonna help you while you stroke your cock.

I nodded. Dana’s delivery was sultry and deliberate, almost like she’d previously made a living as a phone sex operator. As best as I can remember, this was what she whispered into my ear:

Dana: You like stroking that cock, don’t you? Mmm, I can’t wait to play with you again. First, you’re gonna start with anal beads. Pushing them deep into my ass. But beads won’t be the only thing in my ass. You’re gonna pull them out of me.. Now I want you to imagine fucking my ass with that big cock. So deep inside me. Feels good, doesn’t it? I’m going to invite my friend over to watch. She’s gonna watch you fill me up with your hot cum… You want to cum don’t you?

I nodded.

Dana: Cum for me now.

As if under her spell, I released ropes of hot cum all over my chest and belly.

Dana: Mmm, good boy.

Dana got up to retrieve some tissues. With the blindfold still on, I heard the sound of a belt buckle and keys. Then the door opened and shut.

Dana: You can take the blindfold off.

I removed the blindfold as she flipped on the lights. I saw a condom box on the ground and the one presumably used by Harris a few inches away. True to my selfless sexual nature, I made sure to check that Dana had also orgasmed. She pointed to a towel and informed me that Harris had made her squirt on the couch. I was disappointed I didn’t get to watch as It’s one of my fetishes, and, but I couldn’t exactly complain.

Dana’s phone buzzed with a text message. She read it and laughed.

Me: What?

Dana: Harris put on your pants by mistake.

Me: You’re kidding.

Dana: I’m not. He’s walking back over. Just put a pillow on your face.

I covered up while Harris returned and made the switch. Then, just as before, he disappeared into the night like Batman. After a long search for my belt (which Harris left outside for some reason), Dana and I said our goodbyes.

I had managed to have a threesome without seeing or hearing of one-half the other partners involved. Though the identity of this mysterious Oscar winner would later be revealed to me, it was Dana who deserved an award for her performance that night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/68ugn7/and_the_oscar_goes_to_pics_inside_fm_mfm_hotwife