Too Many People In That Bed

17 Aug

Alright, the cat’s out of the bag, Kasini and I have finally, inevitably, given in to our lust and are now bumping uglies(though nothing about her is ugly and she will definitely protest my use of inevitable).

The first time with Kasini I did not have explicit permission from my wife to go all the way. Never mind that she had just days prior slept with another man for the first time, she wanted me to take baby steps(like I had requested of her). Feelings are not always logical, so I was willing to comply without belaboring the point. Besides, who was I to argue?

Kasini was joining my weekly Dungeons and Dragons group(the game, not a bondage dungeon), after which I was going to drive her home, and Bayani was off attending a ritual(Bayani always comes home so very horny after a ritual). I didn’t know what to expect with Kasini that night, I don’t know all her signals or moods. We did go out for dinner before the geek-fest, and she wore a very nice, very revealing top. She knows how much I like boobs in general, and hers in particular, wearing such a top is either a clear signal or malicious teasing. With her it was likely both. I did not know that we were going to go all the way, but I certainly hoped we would. Once my geeky friends left(thought they would never leave!), we started kissing. We decided to move to her house.

Bayani texted she was on her way home and was horny as hell. Now, we had already fucked twice that day, and I knew I didn’t have what it would take to ground my wife’s energies after a ritual, so I suggested she get hold of Abernethy or Fanny. Fanny came to the rescue and was more than happy to spend the next two or three hours ripping orgasms out of my wife.

Enough energy to pound Bayani for two hours? No. Enough to be enthusiastic about the first time with Kasini? Hell yes.

So there I was, kissing Kasini on her bed, wanting to go further, desperate to go further, but without explicit permission to do so. Kasini felt so nice and was doing all sorts of interesting and undeniable things with her lips and oh my god that bra was hot. Now, understand that I had actually turned my wife down to be there even though I had already made love to her twice that day. And she was off screwing another woman while I sat there full of anxiety that I was about to go too far, a woman I was also involved with and who could also possibly become jealous or insecure.

There were way too many people in that bedroom for my comfort, all demanding consideration.

Suddenly, magically, Bayani’s text giving me permission came through. Have you ever tried to answer a text while a beautiful woman is letting you take her bra off? Somehow I managed it without offending that beautiful woman. With a triumphant grin, I showed the text to her. I was very glad for her tendency to say quirky or inappropriate things and to laugh at the absurdity of sex. She laughed, and I laughed, and somebody reached for somebody and I don’t know what I did with my phone right then.

I didn’t hold back after that.

<Note: Yes, Kasini and I are now having sex. This will not change what we write about, or how we write. Kasini will still have her own relationships, and I will have mine. There is still plenty to write about, this blog will not just be the two of us bragging about what cute thing our new partner just did, though there will be some of that. A new relationship is a new relationship, and there are new learning opportunities to discuss.>

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6 Responses to “Too Many People In That Bed”

  1. Kasini August 17, 2011 at 10:03 am #

    BUMPING UGLIES? You know that makes me faaaaaaaar more squinty than “inevitably” right? And it’s not as if “inevitably” doesn’t warrant some brow beetling of its own.

    How could I not let you take a text, no matter what we were doing? Your needing to check your phone had nothing to do with how into me you were or how scintillating you think I am. You’re a husband and a father, and anyone texting that late has something important to say, probably relating to you being a husband and a father. If it had been my phone alerting me to a text I would have reached for it, too, just to make sure it wasn’t about my kids. 18 years delayed sex is no match for my kids. It it’s waited 18 years it can wait a little longer.

    Though, I have to say that if I’d KNOWN we didn’t, at that point, have permission to go all the way that night I would not have been doing such things with my lips..

    • Myrddwn August 17, 2011 at 11:41 am #

      I dropped those phrases deliberately, to give you something to snark about.
      It was not inevitable because you cannot resist my studly masculine charm, it was inevitable because we have both been trying not to be into each other for some time now, and sooner or later, one of us was going to get tired of the dance. I’m not sure if it was me for finally working up the nerve to kiss you, or you for wearing that shirt bowling and then letting me take you home knowing I had a bottle of Chivas in my truck.
      Permission or not, I was enjoying what you were doing with your lips and fingers and- Without permission, I would have stopped sooner or later, without crossing any inviolate line, and we both would have still been happy. It was nice to get that text though…

      • Kasini August 17, 2011 at 12:09 pm #

        hur hur hur… you said “into each other” hur hur

        It was you for kissing me. Because you and Bayani were the ones negotiating if you could do that. Until and unless I was informed of the status of those negotiations I would have kept dancing, kept putting things in little boxes. Kept trusting that if you ever decided to stop dancing it was because the two of you had reached the point of checking in with me to see if I found the results of those arrangements acceptable.

        And hey, in the meantime, I didn’t figure it could hurt to get some appreciative glances out of you now and then…

      • Myrddwn August 17, 2011 at 12:12 pm #

        I KNEW it! You have been taunting me with your décolletage for months now!

      • Kasini August 17, 2011 at 12:23 pm #

        taunting? Months? it’s a bit impossible to hide these babies, as I’M SURE YOU’VE NOTICED. You’re looking anyway, I might as well take advantage and pretend it’s on my terms.

      • Myrddwn August 17, 2011 at 12:36 pm #

        Well, there is having spectacular tits, and then there is deliberately putting them on display…
        You know how to hide them, and how to show them off. You knew what you were doing, and exactly what effect they had on me. Some days it might have been harmless, some days it might have had more intent, I don’t know. Some days I noticed more than others. Some days it was very, very difficult to not dive right in there.
        So, yes, I was looking. And I think I did so without being creepy. You would not let me play with them if I were a creepy boob-starer…

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