They happen to live in the same city as us, husband 44, wife 48, no children. Raj has been taking over the app lately and connected with them there. The previous Sunday, we met over brunch in our city village and talked nicely for two hours. I had a great chat with K, the wife. She was such a sweet woman, respectful, open-minded, kind, and warm. She holds a graduate degree in the History of Art from Columbia and has been working in this field for her entire life.
Like most of us, she had been conditioned to accept a monogamous marriage as the default, but her husband, M, had always been in a sort of open relationship before meeting her. Out of love for him, she is now open to exploring, although she hadn't done much at all, only a three-way with one other woman. While M has kept two or three different partners over the years. They met around eight years ago, and since their first date, they've been inseparable; both knew they had found the person of their lives.
Obviously, we had a great vibe during brunch. I talked about various issues: my story of being brainwashed, deconstructing and reconstructing myself over the course of 15 years; autocracy, political censorship and how it works, feasting on people's fear; monogamy is a man-made patriarchal societal construct, its sole purpose has been taking control over women's wombs and keeping them under men; patriarchy uses a set of language to exert power over women etc. She was pretty delighted conversing with me, "Oh ya, I have been trying to unburden myself from all that conditioning, such as jealousy a partner felt in a monogamy relationship. It all makes sense now, thank you for connecting all the dots for me!"
Since the brunch, the four of us have been in a group text chat, planning our first night out. It would be her first four-way. They invited us over to their house, which was merely 10 minutes away from ours.
We arrived there Friday night at 8:30, a nice neighborhood with well-watered front lawns and fancy house lights. They were both at the door to receive us, we took off our shoes, and their house was neat and clean. One time I was telling my 20 y/o interest about what turned me on, "I like the guys being really, really clean, it turns me on. I like them to smell good. I like them to be clean and well-maintained, of course, that's on top of being respectful and kind. And I like how smart you are, it turns me on too." We have been invited to seven other (non-vanilla) houses before, including two single guys, four other couples, and one single woman. Surprisingly, the experiences at the single guys' and the couples' were excellent, with clean and well-arranged spaces, but the single woman's was a mess. There were breadcrumbs on her bed, she had a dusty box with all kinds of random toys and tools thrown in, and she didn't wash her toys after playing. Even today, after almost three years, we are still aghast when discussing it.
K and M's house was extremely pleasant. The floor was comfortable to walk on barefoot, as if it had just been mopped and vacuumed. That's how I keep my house at all times, even when my ACL was broken or I was just out of a gallbladder removal surgery. I've been to homes that are not so clean, you can avoid eating or sitting there, but you can't avoid walking on the floor. If there were dust, crumbs, or hair on the floor and at the corners, or if the floor surface was sticky, I would get goosebumps all over my body and be grossed out the entire time. Once I was in this new mommy friend's apartment, and she had a layer of hair and dust on the floor, I think I had consistent nightmares about it for the following three months.
Because K works in the arts, their taste in interior design and decoration is exceptional. We examined all the art pieces hanging on their walls and went through all the exquisitely displayed objects on the table. I had genuine interest and appreciation for all of them, especially the pocket watches from M's great-great-great-grandfather, which were over 120 years old. They were kept in custom-made glass stands. M took them out and opened different delicate layers; they were in excellent condition and were still functioning well. Since M had no children, he would pass them to his nieces once they grew up.
M usually sleeps early, by 9, he would be passed out, since he wakes up at 5 almost every day. But on Friday, he was determined to stay up. He had drunk three cups of coffee by 9. We all laughed delightedly at that. M was wearing a blue T-shirt that had "Three some" written on it. K said he had a good collection of those. The blue T-shirt was worn over a pair of transparent rainbow-colored beach pants, allowing the see-through underwear to be visible. It was pretty cute, to be honest.
Earlier during our text exchange, K did mention that she was "demi", she needed a lot of familiarity and intimacy before penetration, which meant that there would not be much action down there for her, but ya, we would see. Raj had called me right after the text arrived. I explained the concept of "demi" to him, and he also conducted some research on it. While I was laughing at Raj, neither of us truly minded; we appreciated her honesty and would have loved to just hang out and build some friendship and intimacy anyway. K's attire reflected what she had in mind: black patterned yoga pants and a regular blouse, while I was in my ready-to-be-ripped-off see-through tight dress. In the world of patriarchy, free women are a rare find. Free, as well as attractive, kind, and warm - a near impossibility. Hence, we happily take in any woman who is strong enough to reach this far.
After admiring all the art pieces in the house, we moved to their garage, where M had a whole weed operation going on. It was like in the movies, those greenhouses that harvest weeds. I inspected the two growing plants inside the zippable chambers, which are under bright white lights. The lights are on at night but off during the day to conserve energy. Next to them was a drying machine that allowed you to set the temperature and moisture level at specific times, enabling the leaves to be prepared. M also had a whole filtering system where he would make his own jelly and cream. He started explaining how the complicated filtering machine works while preparing a hookah-like smoke for us. "What are those containers for?" "Oh, these are substances to fertilize the... See, the soils are... and that's why the plants need..."
I didn't understand a word he said, or they simply stopped registering in my mind anymore. Instead, I was feeling wet. When a man starts getting into his man-cave mode, showing me what he is obsessed with, what he has intensely been working on or building on, using all those technical terms that I have absolutely no idea of, I get wet. "Oh, what's your major in undergrad?" "I didn't go to college, I directly went to helicopter flying school, remember?" "Ya, he is that kind of person who doesn't need a degree. He is so freaking smart, whatever he is interested in, he will learn it by himself and be better than anybody else." K added in a loving and admiring tone. Oh right, M went to a helicopter flying school when he was 15 or 16, was a helicopter pilot for 10-20 years, then became an aerospace engineer. He learns everything on his own, and he excels in the arts, photography, and engineering. More, obviously, wait for me to uncover. Yes, smart guys, get me wet each and every time.
While I was quietly getting wet, inspecting all the neatly kept glass containers, I also realized that M was at least 6'1" with a nice body build. Not as fit as all four of my single guys, a little bit of belly, but fit enough to be married at the age of 44. What's with the above 6 feet and me? I swear I don't have a thing for a man's height at all, but somehow, the most compatible ones for me are all over 6 feet. My first love was 6, which is why I easily fall in love with guys who resemble him. However, the resemblance should be a comprehensive package: body build, facial hair, the way they move and talk, and the way they look into my eyes. The guy I was in love with perfectly resembled my first love, in every way: the way he talked and moved, the way he whispered in my ear, his voice and tone, the way he looked into my eyes, ahh, the way he looked into my eyes...his clean-shaven face, his smooth skin, how he felt in my hands, his body build, and last, his height, 5'11. So see, I don't have a thing for a man's height, the number itself doesn't mean anything.
They really wanted to sit outside in their garden for a while, so we went. What a heavenly little garden! A small patch of grass surrounded by fruit plants in pots, at the center of the grass was a set of cozy sofas under a grass-roofed wooden canopy. Ivy and flowers hang from the roof, covering the four sides. After their wedding, they thought to themselves, "Why did we have our wedding ceremony in the other venue? We could just have it here in our own backyard!" With all the hanging ivy and flowers, it did feel like a perfect little wedding arbor.
They brought out thick blankets and furry robes. M put on his own, while I put on K's. They said their friend, who was an artist, had handmade these robes. They helped cut, sew, and fill up the inner with cotton. Those two robes came with matching furry cat ears; they demonstrated how to purr and hiss. M kept calling K his "kitty cat". This couple is so absolutely adorable; most importantly, they are in a stable relationship where they respect and love each other. With years of experience, we have found that only when two people genuinely care for each other and prioritize the other's needs do they provide the best experience when meeting with us.
It would be K's first four-way; we three all naturally put her in the center of the experience. The smartest thing to do: only if she were provided a fulfilling experience, she would agree to go back to it. We sat together on the sofa for a while, with M and I in the center, K and Raj on opposite sides. M was clever cause he didn't make a move on me at all while sitting next to me. We maintained a very decent conversational flow among the four of us. We talked about gardening, arts, fruit trees, and all kinds of random stuff, with respect and warmth. Instead of me, M's hands were stretched out on Raj's shoulder, massaging and rubbing him.
Eventually, we moved indoors. M directed us to enter the door to his bedroom. They had separate bedrooms since K couldn't tolerate M's nighttime noise. M's bedroom was immaculate too; things were arranged neatly, including the closet, the clothes were tidily folded. We were invited to his bed. A clean space, bedsheets and blankets felt fresh. M started music from his working station opposite his bed with two big screens and some could-be-interesting objects on the table. His taste in music is similar to mine; those beats and sounds were what I would love to dig out from the vast internet. He said it was an auto-play from Spotify.
For the next entire hour, we four were lying in M's bed, having the most advanced foreplay I've ever experienced. K and I were in the middle. At first, Raj was behind me, M was behind K. At some point, they switched, so M was behind me and Raj was behind K. K and I were touching each other, trying out kisses too. I made efforts on kissing her lips, caressing her body, and later on moved to fondling her breasts and nipping her nipples. I would compliment how pretty she was, how sweet she tasted, and how soft, as well as firm, her body felt in my hands. At the same time, the two guys were working on us. M had a collection of different fabrics, each with its own unique texture: some were furry, some feathery, some silky, and some ropy. He used each one of them to run through my entire body. He took the sweet time to conduct this foreplay that we were entirely unfamiliar with: endless intimacy and stimulation.
Whenever K went to the restroom or changed clothes, the two guys would work on me together. Because M was experienced and patiently took the time to warm me up, Raj did the same. He has always been a quick learner, and each play adds more experience and skills. They took turns eating me. I love a different approach each time from various men and women, that's the point of this exploration, no? I loved how M gently ate me for 20 to 30 minutes nonstop, and he added his fingers later. Many women would cum with fingering. Therefore, a lot of men love to try to make us cum with their fingers. But I can never. As a matter of fact, most men's hands move too fast and too roughly for me. I can't take it, I always push their hands away. M was gentle enough, stimulating too, and made me moan a little. He had been working hard to try to make me cum, but Raj told him I would need a lot of penetration to achieve that.
The four of us were all thoughtful and intelligent enough to understand and practice proper rotations. We were dividing our attentions among the other three so nobody would feel left out. This was by far the best four-way experience Raj and I have ever had.
While M was giving love and attention to his beloved wife, Raj was loving me as well as trying to make me cum. I was stimulated enough during the foreplay, and cumming was very easy. I screamed for a whole thirty seconds. M and K were utterly amazed by it. They had never seen a woman cum so intensely, it was fulfilling for them to witness. "Tomorrow, our neighbors will give us the look indicating that we had a lot of sex last night and they heard it." "Oh ya, I'm pretty sure our neighbors can hear us every night even though our houses are spread out." "I want you to train me and one day I also want to cum like that!"
Although there was no penetration for K, Raj and she had quality time bonding. "She is a passionate kisser. She kissed me intensely, and she loved it. She was dripping wet, and I felt it with her pants on." Later on, Raj told me. I am glad, and hopefully, one day she will feel ready. With M's fingers and tongue getting inside of me deeper, my legs were open wider and wider, and I was yearning for more. I gave M head to get him ready. Raj had been training me to give head, "Most of the time, it's not about the depth, but the suction." With M's hand gently pushing a little, I was sure I gave a pretty good head for him. At some point when K was out of the room, I was holding both of the men's, one in each hand, stroking and fondling with both. The two were the exact same size, and it was pronounced when they were put side by side like that. The two men were lying head to head next to each other, enjoying being pampered by the same woman at the same time. They were also showing affection for each other by massaging and caressing, as well as kissing.
Then M was in me for the next entire hour. I had spotting, but he didn't care. He ate me for a long time, fingered me nonstop, and finally, he was in me. In a way that nobody would feel left out, or feel that we two were having too much fun. Penetration is my favorite; nothing compares. All that other stuff was merely foreplay for me. For men, too, I bet. M is hung, I didn't know until I knew. The 8 inches of fullness in me, with their big and strong body so close to mine, holding, hugging, kissing, and loving me, heaven. The way M was with me felt like making love, and that's my absolute favorite. Every time, good sex like this reminds me how much I love sex and how good it feels. Raj said women who truly enjoy sex, in an utterly nonapologetic and free way, were extremely rare, and absolutely precious. I am one of them.
M wanted me to cum again, he wanted to be inside of me while I cum, so he can feel it. He was using his fingers to help, but I did need my vibrator. We were left alone in M's room for another half an hour, so eventually M gave in and finished himself. Gentlemen always would ask me right before cumming, "Can I cum?" "Ya sure!" They all wore protection, and I already cum, of course they can use my body to cum. He waited for me to recover, kissed and rubbed my back until he reminded me to join the other two outside. To be honest, I love men who are in stable relationships with their partners the most, because they know how to love us, they have the patience and skills.
Yup, this was our Friday night, and I do hope K loved the experience, so we will have more adventures with them in the future ;)
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