Chancing a glance at my husband he was indeed giving me a hungry stare as he undressed behind me. I appreciated that being together after all these years hadn’t tamped down his desire for me, but I wasn’t prepared for this; my body wasn’t horrible, but after having kids I was still a little self-conscious–despite the encouragement. I hesitate to undress while looking around the space. I see everyone has gotten naked and I am now catching a few curious glances from the others, likely wondering why I still had my clothes on. The other women are comfortable in their skin, all of them different shapes and sizes. Each woman wore her bare skin with pride.
“Evie, baby, we can leave. We don’t have to participate in this, ” Sammie whispers in my ear, grasping my hands pulling them away from the fabric of my coverup. I didn’t realize I had such a vice grip on it.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do. If I stayed, I'd be naked in front of a bunch of strangers. If I left, I'd be sending a message to Sammie that I didn't want to try. I wasn’t going to let my fear or self consciousness get the best of me this time. Determined to stand proud in my nakedness with them, I strip down too.
“Okay you guys, let’s try that last position I showed you again, but this time, I want your partner to assist with theirhands. Touch, squeeze, rub. Whatever adds to the rider’s pleasure,” Marissa calls out, sending a wink my way.
Sammie lays down with his hands folded behind his head waiting on me. I kneel, letting spit trail from my mouth and working the extra lubrication onto his shaft before crouching over him facing the front of the room. I slowly ease my wet, aching pussy onto his thick shaft giving my husband a great view of my backside. I moan at the sensation of him inside me feeling so beautifully full with his thickness. Sammie lays a reassuring hand on my hip when I sit still for a bit too long. I bounce a few times trying to set a comfortable pace for myself. Samuel keeps himself busy running his hands up and down my back slapping and squeezing my ass.
“Evie, baby girl,” Marissa’s sultry voice interrupts the rhythm I set for myself, “you look amazing bouncing on that dick, but I want you to slow down. Don’t bounce–do more of a grinding motion.”
When I attempt to grind down on Sammie’s dick, Marissa stops me again, asking if she could provide hands-on assistance. I pause a second looking at the beautiful woman standing before me. She is exactly the type of woman that I used to look at and wonder how she tasted in my younger days. I suppressed those urges and dedicated myself to finding a good man– like my mother had encouraged–but for so long I lingered on “what if”.
She continues waiting patiently for my answer until I nod, giving consent for her to touch me.
“Like this,” she gently repositions my legs over my husbands, my knees touching the floor.
Marissa straddles my leg, her bare pussy laid on my thigh. My body stiffens at her touch. She smiles politely as she continues. I feel her wetness on my skin. Sammie’s hands squeeze my thigh letting me know he’s still there with me.
“Baby girl, I want you to move your hips like this,” her pussy grinds against my leg, smearing her essence on my thigh, creating a beautiful friction that only heightens my pleasure. She continues the motion grabbing my hips, forcing my movements to mimic hers. The movement of my hips allowed Sammie’s dick to stroke my G-spot from a new angle. My eyes close at the new sensation my body relaxes into. This was different.
Her cheeks are a bit flushed as she continues to boss us around, “Samuel, if you could lean up a bit more so you can reach a bit better, just like that, Papa.”
Samuel’s dick twitches inside me when she calls him Papa.
“Just like that, baby girl,” Marissa chuckles. I feel her watching me as my face contorts in pleasure. “That’s what I was trying to get you to feel. You listen so fucking well. You’re being such a good girl for me.” Her presence only adds to my arousal–it should’ve felt wrong but it didn’t.
“Give me your hand, Papa,” she says, reaching past me capturing my husband’s hand placing it on my breast. Her other hand caressing the other. I open my eyes to watch her as she speaks to my husband. Her eyes are still on me. This was a different kind of intimacy. A different kind of pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” I moan keeping eye contact with Marissa as she and my husband play my body like a fiddle, not caring that the couples around me can hear or see. The mingling of sensations has my body hot and sensitive. Both their hands make their descent from my breast past the slope of my tummy stopping just above my pussy. Marissa readjusts herself, raising her right knee to give their hands better access while continuing to grind her clit on my thigh.
“Tell her how beautiful she is riding my dick like this,” Samuel groans his hot breath on my back.
“You look so fucking beautiful, baby girl. You ride him so well,” she coos her mouth hovering over mine. “Can I touch your pussy?”
“Yes, fuck yes, please,” I beg, chasing after the pleasure she and my husband have silently promised me.
“I’ve wanted to touch this pussy since you walked in my class,” Marissa moans licking my parted lips, “It’s so wet. Is it always this wet, Papa, or is it because of me?”
“Its always like this,” he confirms bucking his hips to thrust from underneath. “So fucking wet –and tight, too. So fucking perfect.”
Their interlocked fingers slide along my sensitive clit stroking and circling my erect nub. I rotate my hips urging them to give me the release I’m begging for and make me cum.
“That’s it baby girl, show us how bad you want us to make you cum,” Marissa encourages through her own moan, biting her lips.
“Please, please,” I chant as pressure builds. I turn my head and see the whole class watching the scene we are making. My first orgasm has me breathless. My center throbs as one orgasm bleeds into another, causing me to take my husband and our guest with me into temporary euphoria.
My body falls back onto my husband, catching my breath. Marissa looks like she’s not done with me yet. She looks beautiful, but the look in her eyes lets me know she’d eat me alive. I thought the only threesome I would ever want would be with another man…but this class certainly opened my eyes to a few things.
Our audience was still masturbating, seeking their own pleasure–which had my mind wondering. I had never thought that people watching me get fucked was my thing, but the way my body gave way to the beautiful symphony of their moans, the worship that was being whispered in my ears, and the reverenttouches on my body that triggered my orgasm had me thinking I needed to continue to explore this.
I was glad I signed those papers, but how would Sammie react to my curiosity about exploring with women? Would he question if he was enough anymore? Would he be open to being watched or adding another person again? What fantasies didhehave?
At first, I was hesitant to even consider staying at this resort. Panicked thoughts swirled through my mind that maybe this was too big of a leap for us or that my husband would leave me for someone we met here. Him asking me to at least try it was the only reason I left our room–that and not wanting to waste our money. Taking the partner position class was my way of showing Sammie Iwouldtry. Hell, I thought the class would be a tame introduction.
Boy, was I wrong!
We left the movement studio and returned to our suite after I had regained feeling back in my legs. Marissa had excused herself after a little while, but not before telling us how to request her for round two. A man from the class came over to us and offered to be a third as well. I wonder what Sammie would think about that possibility?
