Our Polyamory Life – Part 4

"The end of an affair"

Before I go on with our sexy story, I need to say a few words about polyamory. In our relationship, Carol, John and I, we had to learn to be aware of and care for two people. It was great being loved, both emotionally and sexually, by two people. I loved all the three way sex and had greatly expanded my sexual horizons. I had some challenges in the relationship. Carol was my wife. I loved her desperately. Yes, I loved John too, but Carol was my number one love.

My job required some overnight business trips. While I was traveling, I was haunted by images of Carol and John back at our place making love and enjoying the special feelings of being a twosome. My imagination would run wild with vivid pictures of them having wild passionate sex, of Carol sucking John’s cock and of him kissing and caressing her. I had images of them cuddling on the couch and enjoying an evening at home together.

I was frightened that I would lose Carol. Jealousy is a terrible thing. As an example, one time when we were all cuddling in bed and getting ready to go to sleep I got up to use the bathroom. When I came back in the room Carol and John were making out, caressing and kissing. It looked like the prelude to sex and I was the odd man out. I froze in the doorway. I couldn’t move, speak or breathe. They looked up and saw the expression of my face. They both jumped out of bed and hugged and soothed me. I was reassured, but still couldn’t sleep that night.

The three of us lived a loving, caring passionate sex life. We spent nearly all our time making out and getting aroused for sex. John and I would often want to fuck Carol at the same time. We had constant erections for her. We wanted her to stroke, caress and suck our erections.

One position we had was for me to get on my back with my prick standing straight up. Carol would straddle my cock and lower herself onto it. She would start riding it and moaning in pleasure. John would be caressing her ass and my legs and balls. He would lubricate his fingers and cock with her juices then put a finger into her ass to loosen her up.

When he did that I could feel his finger on my prick. John approached ass fucking very gently. He would press in very gradually until Carol relaxed with the feeling of fullness. Once he was in he would put his arms around us in a hug. We could feel each others’ hearts beating and Carol’s cunt and ass would contract around our pricks. We would always stay still for a long moment, savoring the intimacy we shared.

In that position John and I would enjoy the sensuality of our cocks rubbing against each other and Carol’s clutching cunt and ass. It didn’t take long for us to start plunging into Carol and she would go wild moaning and talking dirty, “Fuck meee, two pricks, I want more, Ahhh.” That would drive us all over the edge. We could feel the cum from each prick and Carol would get sopping wet.

There was a lot of twosome sex as well. I would be fucking Carol, and if John came in he would get on the bed and masturbate.

He tried to time his ejaculation to our explosion. If I came upon John fucking Carol, I would kneel over them and masturbate until I came on them. John and I also had twosome sex. We would get on top of one another and rub our bodies together. A favorite would be to hold our two cocks together and stroke them until they came, dripping, on each prick. I later learned that the term for that type of sex was frottage. I loved to suck his cock, relishing in the taste and feel of it. I loved to embrace and caress John. One thing we never did was sodomy. For me it was a bridge too far.
At night we always slept with Carol in the middle, one cock between her ass cheeks and one rubbing at her cunt. Carol’s body heat was blazing. We’d wake up and have sex for the second, third or fourth time that day. We all loved naked three-way hugs, often very sticky ones. We’d rub our bodies together, each of us feeling the other two.

Another thing we loved was three-way blow jobs. Carol would take both cocks in her mouth. She would suck and lick both of them until we flooded her mouth with cum.

We also had solo sex. Masturbation was a pleasure for each of us. When Carol was masturbating with her dildo and vibrator, if I was around I would talk dirty to her. “How many cocks do you want?” “Do you want them to come all over you?” “Are you a great cocksucker?” She’d flush and come loudly.

I would watch her and John fuck and would fall more deeply in love with her. I loved her fucking, sucking cock and her being finger fucked. I had pictures of Carol’s freshly fuck cunt brimming with cum and beside her John with his spent wet cock flopping on her thigh.

The outside world came crashing in. I was offered a big promotion in another city. I was a very ambitious person. Carol was also offered a job and promotion in the same city. Carol and I were torn. We stalled giving the company an answer. Finally we decided we had to take the jobs. It was very difficult telling John. We all cried together.

Carol and I flew to the new city to start our jobs and find a house. John offered to drive our car cross country to the new city. When he got there, we had him stay in our hotel room. We had three days of wild nostalgic sex. I have pictures of Carol at the hotel sitting on a couch with an erect cock in each hand. I still cherish the picture I have of John fucking her on the hotel bed, her legs over his shoulders, her toes curled and his prick in her.

When we bought a new house we invited John for a visit. We fucked like mad men. Our bedroom window was open to our neighbors and I’m sure they got an eyeful.

The house had an attic. The three of us were up there exploring. One of the things in the attic was a mattress. Carol and John got naked and were fucking on it. Carol was on top facing away from me. I got behind her and licked her ass then stuck my finger in her. That was the last time we fucked John.