A chat friend shared a scenario with me and I found it appealing and exciting. He suggested that we write a story together, from our own perspectives. I’ve woven the first part of our chat together here.
**Part 1.**
We’ve been vacationing together, somewhere new to both of us. We’ve spent the last few days getting to know each other more, both emotionally and physically. We’ve got private jokes, know waking and sleep routines, and have learned when “that touch” means we have to go back to the room and be together. Now.
One night you ask if I’d like to explore being shared, being pleasured by another man. No pressure, and you’ll be there to keep me safe. I confess that I’ve been thinking about it and tell you I’d like to try it. Even saying that feels sexy to me.
That night, I dress carefully and thoughtfully. Even the act of sliding on my thong, or slipping my feet into my boots feels like foreplay. I ask for your approval of my choices: black wrap dress, high boots, lacy black bra and thong. My hair is up, exposing my neck. Long earrings tickle my neck as I move my head. You adjust the wrap on the dress, exposing just a bit more of my cleavage, making me blush, though I don’t pull it back in place.
—–
*Watching you get ready has me on edge. Everything feels sexy about tonight. We’ve talked a few times before about sharing you with another man and I’m still surprised at why I find it so erotic and sensual.*
*It would be easier to explain to myself if I was dominating you and playing out some slut fantasy for you. But it’s more than that. It’s about how proud I am of you. How much I know you need to be pleased and how much you want to please me. And the closer we’ve become, I know that you will make me the envy of every man you who experiences you. They will have their cock sucked by the most beautiful, hungry woman there is. And she is with me.*
*I know how much you want to be desired and that you have no idea how sexy you really are. I’ve seen other men watching you as you walked with me by the pool, that sarong teasing them with your long legs, your breasts pushing themselves out of your top. And they knew, when I was putting oil on you, that my fingers lingered too long on your thighs, and they knew what we were doing when we left the pool so abruptly yesterday.*
*We review the plan and we’ll see what happens. You have doubts anyone will come up to you. I have none. You’re aura is pure sex right now. It will make some men’s hair stand up on end. The matching bra and thong only make you look sexier – if that were even possible.*
—–
You escort me to the hotel bar, leaving me to walk in on my own.
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*As we walk into the bar, I feel you squeeze my hand. I can sense how nervous and excited you are. I lean over and whisper: “Just be you. No one can or ever will hurt you.”*
*And as I walk away, I remind you. “Don’t forget to leave your phone on the bar so you can see it.”*
—–
You sit a little ways away, keeping a close eye on me. I order a drink to settle my nerves; the bartender is very friendly and does a bit of professional flirting to help me feel at ease. He asks if I’m on my own tonight, and I imply I am. He introduces me to a man sitting a few seats down. He smiles and asks if he may join me. I make quick eye contact with you, see your nod. I smile at him, offering the seat next to me. He’s probably in his thirties, dressed casually, but not shabbily. Clearly fit, from the way his shirt hugs his torso. His hands look strong, well-kept. I’m particular about hands, especially when they may touch me later.
We make small talk and discover that we have a lot of things in common. We talk about movies and books we both enjoy, and find that we both share an affection for a small restaurant in a city far from here.
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*While I can’t hear the conversation, I am enamored with the way you are flirting with him. I can see you tilt your head as you listen to him. Your olive skin shimmering. I text you and see you glance at your phone.*
*If you like this one, touch your ear.*
*The moment you do, I feel a little dizzy, but also can feel my cock starting to harden.*
—–
I’m laughing, enjoying myself, occasionally glancing your way and seeing you smile at my pleasure.
—–
*I text you again.*
*Move a little closer to him. Let your leg “accidentally” touch his but leave it there.*
*I see you adjusting yourself in your seat. I have a good idea of what’s happening. Your face is a little flushed and I hear your nervous laugh. As you order a second round, I notice that he touches your back as you stand to order. You look over at me and I just smile, that glow you have. Your eyes lock with mine. I see that the two of you are lost in conversation, about what, I don’t know. But no hands are visible above the bar.*
*I text you one more time: “Run your finger up his thigh. Make sure you want this one.”*
*A minute later, I see him look up at you and smile. I know that touch. It would make any man smile. The way you can just trace a hardening cock with your fingernail. Outlining it, encouraging it. Milking drops of precum out of it without doing anything else. Then I see you put your arm under breasts and lift them slightly. Your nipples are poking through the fabric of your dress. He can’t stop looking.*
—–
I slip away to the restroom for a minute.
—–
*I walk over to the man. So, I want you to know that you’ve done nothing wrong, I tell him.*
*I’m her husband, and I don’t want to freak you out, but I want to share my wife with you. She’s incredible in every way. The rules are simple, you and I can do whatever we want with her, she wants us to do as much as we can. She will suck your cock like you have never had before. She will ride you until you are worn out and then keep going. For tonight, you and I will do everything we want.*
*But there are some rules. First. You must use a condom. I will not.*
*Second. If she says stop. You stop. If she asks you to leave. You will leave.*
*The man laughs a little, shaking his head.*
*I’m serious as a fucking heart attack. If you agree to this, I will give you our room key and bring her up in a few minutes.*
*He looks around the room and smiles. Yes, I can’t wait to see her on her knees. He takes the key and leaves.*
—–
When I return, the other man is gone and you’re standing at the bar waiting for me.
—–
*You smile. Your face is still flushed and as I kiss you gently on the lips, I can feel how hot you are.*
—–
I cock an eyebrow at you and you just smile at me. You take me by the hand, pulling me close.
We step into the elevator. You push me back to the wall, your mouth coming down to kiss my neck as your hand slides up my thigh and straight to my pussy. You kiss me hard as you slide your finger inside me. I gasp into your mouth and you gently whisper “Why are you so wet? What have you been thinking about?” But then you cover my mouth with yours again, not letting me answer.
—–
*“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I say as I kiss you hard on the mouth. “What have you been thinking about?” I ask, not giving you a chance to respond. I rub your clit with my thumb as I push two fingers inside you. Your thong is soaked through and I can hear my fingers slurping inside you. I reach down and pull your thong off, putting it in my pocket just as the elevator doors open.*
*“Walk in front of me, I want to savor this,” I tell you.*
—–
I walk ahead of you down the hallway, let you watch my ass sway under my dress, seeing me glance back at you as I walk. I’m nervous, feeling butterflies, but also so incredibly turned on. The flirtation at the bar while you were watching, that was almost enough. Feeling naughty flirting with someone in front of you, knowing I’ll be with you later.
I get to the door and wait for you to join me and unlock the door. You lean down to kiss me again. Whispering “You’re safe, you know that?” I reply that yes, I know am safe with you.
—–
*I lean closer and tell you that you will always be safe. Then I reach in my pocket and pull out a black blindfold and tell you to put it on.*
*You do and the door clicks open and we enter.*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ngbkp0/sharing_the_pleasure_fm_reclaiming_sharing_part_1