It's all such a surreal thing, isn't it? Have you ever been smack dab in the middle of an intense and intimate experience and suddenly had to remind yourself, "my god, this is real." This entire night felt that way. The premise--at my partner Alyssa's urging, I spent a night with one of our male friends, Nick, and captured the entire experience with photographs (which became a video on the night of the experience) to share with her afterwards. The reality--having been with just one man (also Nick) in the last six years, the overwhelming and cathartic euphoria that ensued...with Nick speaking directly to Alyssa on camera while we played, and also at times urging me to do so, felt like it crossed so many lines that I actually thought I might spontaneously combust about twenty times. Thankfully I survived to tell the tale, and to share it with Alyssa in all its cinematic glory. And yes, that was one of those "my god" moments.
I made a porno movie. I actually made a porno movie.
It's both terrifying and exhilarating to know that it was real. There have been times that I have been doing some random thing--housekeeping, shopping, whatever--and a wave of overheated dread will wash over me. What if someone (besides Alyssa) saw? What if it got back to my friends, or family? What shame I would have explaining it away to my daughter. And what about my job? Good heavens. I think I'd rather throw myself off a cliff than deal with all of the entanglements. And yet...
It all makes me so, so aroused. I am wet as I am typing, knowing I am, in a way, sharing the experience with all of you. I truly hope you enjoy.
The first moment that that "feeling" occurred that evening was on Nick's sofa. I was partially naked and cheering Nick on to fuck my ample breasts, knowing Alyssa would soon be hearing and seeing everything. Vamping a bit for the camera, I allowed a gooey strand of saliva to drip from my lips onto my cleavage, making Nick's big cock even more slippery and sexy. His response, directed to me alone, made me want to please him like no other woman had before. "Oh my fucking god, Kristi."
Hearing him whimper my name nearly made me convulse. I squirmed. I leaned a bit lower and devoured his cock, turning my face a bit sideways to ensure that Alyssa got a good look at what she had inspired me to do. I felt my lips stretch, and I was salivating uncontrollably. I knew it looked sexy. I knew it would make Alyssa purr to see me take so much of Nick's cock in my mouth that I had to allow my throat to open. I took his quite impressive cock so deep that, after a small gurgle and a bit of extra effort, I was able to press my nose into his tummy.
"Fuck, Kristi." I loved hearing him moan for me. I wasn't ready for what he hissed next.
"Show Alyssa how much you love sucking cock." Pow, another of those moments.
It's not that he said anything out of the realm of whatever this temporary reality was. I suppose it doesn't even seem that shocking. And yet--it hit me like a wrecking ball. Alyssa is my first and lone same-sex relationship, and I am deeply in love with her. Even though the entire night was her idea, sometimes reality has a way of demolishing a perfectly lovely fantasy. Would this be it? How would she react not just to seeing me take our sexy male friend in my mouth (something I have admitted to Alyssa that I miss dearly). Did I dare? Did I actually dare show Alyssa--and Nick for that matter, obviously--just how much I love giving head? I took one breath. In for a penny, in for a pound.
I accepted the challenge. I began to suck...really suck. I sucked, and licked, and devoured Nick's cock, mouth and hand moving in unison. I even spit on his steel-hard erection a little bit, and rubbed his slippery taut flesh all over my lips and cheeks. I knew what I must have looked like on camera, and it spurred me on even more. "Can you tell?" I whispered to Nick, just soft enough so that only he might hear it. His response was simple and direct. "Fuck me, Kristi. I need to fuck you."
I slid up his body, my breasts dragging over his chest before kissing his mouth with my own smeared and swollen lips. I positioned myself with legs on either side of his lap, straddling him as I peeled my panties to the side. Gripping the base of his cock, still wet and coated with my messy saliva, I lowered myself onto him.
I forgot about Alyssa for just a moment--I was doing it. I was fucking Nick. Actually fucking him. If you have kept track of my experiences here, you may remember that my first "hook up" with Nick didn't involve intercourse. This was the first time I had a man inside me since before my divorce--six years and a lifetime ago. It felt perfect. The stretching, the heat. The wet glossy friction of his cockflesh as he thrusted up to meet me. I squirmed. I growled and grunted. Now I was showing Nick just how much I love to fuck a cock. How all consuming it is. How intense and wild and voracious.
"Alyssa, does Kristi look good fucking?"
