Open letter #7 – Touch [Bi]

There is a backstory for this series of posts in my profile. The format will make more sense if you at least scan through that first.

10-Jun-21

I don’t know if you’ve picked up on this yet, but touch is immensely important to me. Touch in the sense of intimate physical contact with my partners, whatever form that takes. Somehow as a society we’ve sexualized touch to the point that the only reason for two non-related adults to touch each other is for the purposes of sexual gratification. And certainly if that’s where the night takes us then by all means let it happen; intentionally putting the brakes on arousal that arises from touching each other is just as silly as having an expectation of sex just because we’re all piled on the couch together in my opinion. I mean, there’s three of us here…we won’t all be on the same page every time we’re together. One or two of us can experience arousal and sexual release without changing a mellow, intimate evening into a hardcore fuckfest. It all comes down to reading each other and letting the mood ebb and flow however it may.

That being said, you always need a yin to go with your yang. So while the theme for this letter is decidedly skewed towards exploring non-sexual intimacy next weeks theme is going to be focused on Emily and I using you to satisfy ourselves and maybe, just maybe, giving you a reward when we’re done with you…if you can do a good job for us. Variety is the spice of life you know.

I’d imagine any time all three of us get together there’s going to be an expectation that sex will happen. That’s not necessarily a good thing or a bad thing, it’s just been the nature of our relationship thus far, excluding any strictly platonic dates with Emily whilst you’re away. If we continue seeing each other long enough I’m sure there’s going to be some night where we’ve all had a little more wine with dinner than we should have. If we all consume stupid quantities of alcohol we all just go sleep happy and drunk, and if we’re all sober we fuck each other senseless just like we planned and go to sleep happy and spent. But sometimes you drink too much to feel like really going at it hard but we still kinda want each other, you know? A boozed up sexy atmosphere minus the sex, if that makes any sense. There’s also bound to be times when we schedule a date and one of us just isn’t feeling up to it on that particular evening. Didn’t sleep well, crappy day at work, feeling a little down, or just because we want a chill night together. Whatever the reason, rather than trying to force it by pressing forward with our planned activities I think we’d have just as pleasant an evening if we take hardcore sex off the table and focus on the pleasure of physical contact without that ‘goal’ of getting each other off hanging out there.

We’d need somewhere with enough room for three adults to be in a cozy pile, which I guess means some pillows and blankets on the living room floor, doesn’t it. Maybe we could put on one of those movies I’m always telling you to watch and get you two some fucking culture for once. Or that fake fireplace loop they’re always playing on Christmas day if you want some uber-classy ambiance instead of entertainment.

Now, lets think about how this situation would come up. You and I, being dudes, we’re always up for sex. Losing an arm in a horrific workplace accident and other mere flesh wounds like that wouldn’t deter us. Alien invasion, supervolcano eruption, national chicken wing shortage…nope, nope, and nope. Erections don’t care about any of that shit; if there’s gonna be someone that doesn’t feel up for sex on a date night it’s probably going to not be a dude. Likewise, I feel like two of us know when we’ve had enough wine with our meal…and then there’s the one that just keeps on a going. I don’t want to name names here but I think we all know who gets grumpy when her glass is empty.

I know Emily is a big cuddle junkie so she’ll settle right in and expect us to work around her, which is fine. We’ll take off her shoes and socks, followed by her pants. I’m sure you and I would strip down to our skivvies too. That’s my default state after all; no pants unless so required by society. Or my employer. Either way I’m not happy about it so I don’t need a whole lot of encouragement to ditch ’em.

Since she’s already made herself comfortable we’d start by getting comfortable lounging with her, just letting her relax and watch the movie or maybe just close her eyes and feel our hands on her. I’d leave you to run your fingers through her hair and rub her temples while I hold her hand and massage her palm. Just lightly rubbing circles with my thumb, feeling her relax and melt into us, letting the stress and tension of daily life slip away.

From her hand I’d move up her forearm and bicep to her shoulder. She’d be mimicking the same motions on your arm, idly running her hands over you, maybe not even aware she’s doing it. Touching your chest. Sliding her hand down your stomach to your thigh. Breathing slow and deep.

After awhile I’d flip around and move her legs so I can rub her feet for her. She wouldn’t have to say much of anything the whole time, just a slight groan when we hit the right spot is all, and for the next half hour your hands rubbing the tight knots out of her back and shoulders plus me working her legs and hips earns us a steady stream of happy Emily sighs.

This is where is be lying if I said I view sensual and sexual as existing in completely separate sealed containers. There’s always going to be spillover between the two, and in my mind right there where those two overlap and mix a little is where erotic sensations live. That type of physical pleasure that’s on the sexual end of sensual, and the sensual end of sexual. Like I said earlier, over the course of an evening like this if the mood starts edging toward sexual end of sensual for a bit that’s fine. Instead of laying on her belly and letting you work her neck and shoulders while I’m rubbing her feet Emily might like to have you sit up with your back against the couch so she can lean back against your chest and have you massage her breasts. Not horny teenager in the movie theater groping, you’ll need a little more finesse than that. I mean long, firm strokes up her sides and across her chest. Cup her breasts in your hands and lightly, gently tug her nipples. Feel her take a deep breath and hold it while you touch her. You know what it sounds like when she’s enjoying herself…that slow, breathy “mmmmmmm” as she exhales. Yeah, that’s the one we’re looking for.

It’s up to her to set how far into sexual we take her. Some women I’ve played with have really liked having their vulva massaged as a form of erotic touch. For others that’s a strictly sexual part of their bodies, so only ever touched as foreplay or during sex. Everyone’s different though. Emily might enjoy feeling pressure on her clit from the palm of my hand over her panties while you’re massaging her breasts, or my thumbs manipulating her labia. We’ll follow whatever type of touch feels pleasurable for her in the moment and let her guide us. Well, as best a pair of dudes can follow anyway.

One woman I knew occasionally preferred that treatment over sex with her husband and I. She’d lay on the couch between us for two hours sometimes just to have us touch her. Hands, legs, arms, breasts, face…she loved it all. She’d usually able to orgasm from having our hands on her like that, the lucky bitch. Her husband and I would be chatting away about some random topic with her between us and she’d interrupt our conversation with this sexy little wimper, then she’d look up at us with a goofy grin on her face, blow a kiss, and let us go back to chatting and playing with her body. I love being touched and it feels wonderful for me but I certainly can’t cum like that. If you’ve never had the opportunity to give it a try maybe this is your chance to find something you’ve been missing out on Kyle!

I found it’s easier for me to write this out as though only one of us is getting 100% of the attention at a time. That’s what happens when you have an engineer try to write about a threesome; it ends up being very linear. And that’s how it might really end up happening. If you and Emily like this theme and we decide to make it a planned event then yeah, we might focus completely on Emily for awhile, then when she’s had enough it’s your turn, and when you’re done it’d be my turn. There’s benefits to doing it that way. In reality though, if it happens organically some night, we’d probably all be giving and receiving roughly at the same time.

I might have Emilys head in my lap giving her a scalp massage while you’re rubbing my shoulders. You might be laying between Emily and I so she can hold you in her arms while I massage your legs and ass. Maybe she’s between us on her back with her arms around us so we can all kiss and touch each other equally. There’s a million different possibilities there, and the division between sensual, erotic, and sexual kinda blurs together. If we’re all piled together, kissing and touching whoever, however, and wherever feels good, does it matter if one of us becomes aroused? It’s probably going to happen. For me anyway, it’s mildly arousing to know I’m providing pleasure to a partner in that context. Having my hands all over a half naked person that’s clearly enjoying the attention…that’s gonna cause a certain response at some point. I’m sure you’re familiar with the situation.

If Emily is curled up with me and has her head on my chest while I scratch her back I don’t think it changes the mood much if you or I have an erection that needs taken care of. Now, it would change things quite dramatically if you pulled her panties off and fucked her to relieve yourself or I moved my cock up to her face expecting a blowjob. That’s not what I’m talking about though.

I’m talking about sensual, erotic touch…not fucking. Let her watch you give me a cock massage. Keep one hand on her while you’re playing with my balls. Kneel beside me to let her reach up and hold your shaft against my lips so you can feel my tongue flicking against you. Lay between my legs so she can put her hand on the back of your head as you’re sucking me slow and steady. Crawl on top of me and kiss her while you sliding your hard cock against mine. Go lay on the other side of her so we can suck her nipples while we masturbate each other. If the sexuality escalates to that point maybe we’ll end up cumming, maybe not…that’s the point of this theme. The goal is to give each other pleasure and physical contact, not orgasms.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/o3mhf7/open_letter_7_touch_bi