*Reposting this story for the monthly contest!*
Context: I’m polyamorous and *really* like having group sex. At the time of this story, I had two girlfriends (“Alice” and “Becca”), but they weren’t sexual together, and our only “threesome” had been a scene where they’d co-topped me to end a month of “Locktober” denial and chastity play.
Some quick descriptions of us:
me: 31M, tall, thin, queer rainbow goth. I’ve got a curly head of hair that’s dyed pink and yellow, growing collection of tattoo, and a dick that’s good enough to not need measurements.
Alice: 29F, tall, curvy but close enough to me in build that we often share clothes. Short, pink hair, an aesthetic that’s full of pink pastels with a gothy flavor. Her face looks a little like Julia Roberts, especially her big, soft lips. Her titties are perfect handfuls and she’s got a big juicy butt that’s just so perfect on her frame. We’d been dating almost three years, since meeting in an orgy where we fucked before we’d even had a conversation.
Becca: 23F, mid height, thicc and curvy, bald, with cute eyes and a big smile that’s always on her face. She brings “giant toddler” energy — an energetic playfulness, dressed in overalls and bright colors. She’s got massive, fun-to-play-with boobs with pierced nipples and a cute bootie! We’ve been dating since meeting for a foursome many months earlier — me, her, her wife, and my now-ex.
Leading up to last Christmas, Becca and Alice had been asking what I wanted. I don’t tend to want gifts, but as a horny motherfucker I’d always ask for some extra sexual attention. “What do you want for your birthday?” is usually just “extra kisses and blowjobs.”
I did joke about a “Christmas threesome” being a fun idea — but we all knew there wasn’t space for it given the daytime plans to spend Christmas with Alice’s family, then evening plans at Becca’s with our queer friends who didn’t have elsewhere to be. But Becca and I had recently played with a friend of hers, and occasionally she and her wife and I would have threesomes, and we all had time off for the holidays — so holiday group sex wasn’t entirely unthinkable, but no plans seemed likely to materialize.
A few days before Christmas, Alice made a suggestion:
“When we spend Christmas Eve together, wanna do a kinky scene? maybe I could tie you up on the wall, put on a blindfold and headphones, and do fun things to you?”
I love getting restrained, especially with the sensory heightening that comes from taking away sight and hearing. I had even bolted restraints into my wall and painted it like a St Andrew’s Cross, just for this purpose. This was a little unusual of Alice to suggest, as she wasn’t frequently one to initiate this kind of scene — but it sounded a lot of fun!
—–
Christmas Eve came, and after a chill evening hanging out with Alice at my place, she initiated.
“Okay, go strip and get up on the wall.”
I got excited, wondering what she had planned. We went to my bedroom, I took off my clothes, and starfished my body against the wall while she started to wrap the leather cuffs around, buckling my wrists, then my ankles.
She started teasing me, first dragging a leather riding crop across my thighs and up my torso, then coming in to kiss me and run her fingers over my skin. All I could do was stand there, arms outstretched, helpless, receiving whatever sensations she was going to give me.
“I’m going to blindfold you now,” she said as she reached for the blindfold and put it across my face. As I lost sight of her, I felt the tension build in my body — that mix of nervousness and excitement of feeling less in control, not knowing what she’d do.
“Next, I’m going to put these headphones on you”, she said and grabbed the noise-cancelling over-ear set, music ready to go.
“I might be here doing things to you, I might come and go for a minute or two at a time to get something. Just wait patiently.”
And with that, she put the headphones on, giving me a soft kiss as she took away my hearing. Our familiar chill-but-sexy playlist came on. The nervous, excited feelings only increased.
She kept touching my body, running her fingertips up and down. Her lips would kiss down my body, stopping to lick my nipples before going lower. Her hands would play with my cock, teasing it a little before moving on.
She disappeared for a minute, then came back with some new sensations I recognized from my toy box. A soft feather that rode the line between sensual touch and tickling, then her fingertips again. The spiky points of a wartenberg wheel on the thigh, then her lips on my skin again. Each different sensation sent shivers through my body, the surprise of not knowing what to expect or where my body might feel it made every touch feel electric.
She disappeared again, this time for longer. I waited on the wall, imagining the sensations I’d just felt, knowing they could restart again at any moment. My mind would start to create phantom sensations, filling in touches where there weren’t any, just hoping and craving the next sense. As the wait turned into a few minutes, I started to wonder — what was she plotting? Was someone else involved?
As I started to wonder that, I felt her hands on my thighs again, lips kissing near there. I gasped with the sudden pleasure, that only increased as she kissed upward toward my cock, then starting to put her mouth on it. It was more sensation than I’d felt so far all night as she licked my cock, and then started to feel even more lick than seemed possible.
I gasped. “Is that… two mouths??”
The feeling stopped as I felt her stand up, remove my headphones, and then my blindfold. My eyes took a moment to adjust to seeing again, but I could immediately see Becca and Alice there in front of me.
“Surprise!”
This kind of surprise had been a long-time fantasy of mine: the idea of a partner bringing someone else in for a threesome while I was unawares, blindfolded or unable to know.
But as I started to take in the scene, I realized — this was next level.
They were both naked except for their panties, Christmas pasties over their nipples, and silly Christmas headbands — Alice with Santa-hat pasties and a headband with a small Christmas tree, Becca with snowflake pasties and a menorah on her headband. On the wall I saw a lettered banner hanging that spelled out “Merry Kinkmas”. And the music playing in the room… was Christmas music?
“Merry Christmas, /u/kinkycolors.”, Becca said, as they both started licking my nipples together on the wall.
Surprise executed, they took me down from the wall. I rubbed my wrists, a little sore from being up there that long, and laid down together on the bed.
They pounced on me from there. One would make out with me while the other sucked my cock. They’d meet in the middle and lick my nipples together, which are so sensitive that licks feel like licking the head of my cock. Then they’d move down to my cock and go down on me together, a mouth on either side, with slow licks around the ridge of my head that would drive me wild.
They kept switching between these, giving me the most stimulating attention in my favorite erogenous places, and it didn’t take long to get me worked up… though longer than usual due to the Christmas music. We all burst out laughing when “Jingle Bell Rock” came on while they were both going down on me.
Eventually, my moans built and I started nearly screaming as I came, exploding while Alice licked my nipple and Becca’s mouth sucked my cock, sucking all the cum out of me. I fell back, drained and giggling and eyes squeezed shut, unable to say anything as I reached my hands out and grasped for touches to stabilize myself.
They snuggled up, one on each side of me, and held me as they laughed about how fun this was to do, congratulating each other on the successful surprise.
—–
As we laid there, they filled me in on the details of planning the surprise.
“We’d already been talking about this idea before you started asking, it was hard not to gave it away!”
“I love to do a scene change,” (Becca’s specialty had been technical theatre) “I came into your place with everything ready to go, we got the banner up quickly but then we got stuck on the pasties giving us trouble!”
“The lady at the store wanted to know what the sign was going to spell with those letters I bought, and I just said…. ‘I can’t tell you that, it’s not appropriate.’ and she said ‘well now I really want to know!’”
Eventually they asked me, “did you suspect this was going to happen?”
I told them that my only real hint of suspicion had been that this was unusual for Alice to initiate a kinky scene like that, especially with the blindfold and headphones… but I’m pretty gullible when it comes to surprises, and I like it that way.
Merry Kinkmas to all, and may your fantasies come true too.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zwof5p/for_christmas_i_was_tied_to_the_wall_and