Lily and Steve and I tripped along pretty happily for a time. We had some adventures, we had some difficulties. I'd be lying if I said it was easy. But it was worth it. We just loved being together, all three of us. And it has to be said, it helped that we never, ever had any issues in the bedroom -- or anywhere else we had sex. One of the great things about having three people with insane sex drives is that sex becomes a pastime. Our favourite way to spend a Sunday night was to sit on the couch watching a movie, Steve in the middle, Lily and I each with a leg flung over his lap, and one of his hands in each of our pussies. Not necessarily to get us off, or not straight away anyway, but just to feel. To rub, to stroke. Fingers slipped in, and out. Wet juices massaged all over. It was actually really relaxing. Obviously, once one of us got too excited, we'd have to take it further -- usually Lily would just swing her leg over to sit on Steve's cock (it would always be nice and hard during these massages) and ride him hard and fast until she came -- it usually wouldn't take very long. Lily sometimes came around and knelt down to eat my pussy, she absolutely loves to lick pussy, so I could just open my legs and enjoy.
There were challenges too. We all made a pact early on, to be completely and utterly honest with each other. That way, trust and respect could be maintained without all that rom-com "what is he thinking, why did she say that" bullshit. Nobody has time for that garbage. So we stayed completely open to one another, no matter how awkward or embarrassing the revelation, and we found that not only did it mean we could trust each other better that way, but we also felt more validated -- no matter what we'd done, or thought about, or fantasised about, here were some sane, moral people who didn't judge us. Amazing how much less of a freak you can feel when you reveal your deepest, darkest desires, and someone else says, "Oh, me too!" But it also opened a can of worms, about three years in to our trio's relationship. Lily had moved in a while before, and for a few months we had noticed she had been a bit restless, and seemingly less horny than her normal crazy self. Finally, we all sat down to have a family meeting, and four hours of talking later we found ourselves, unexpectedly, in an open relationship.
See, apparently Lily had been feeling for some time that, as much as she loved us all being together, she needed some variety, some extra excitement. Not necessarily in the activities we engaged in, as we always experimented as much as possible. But with the experience in general. She wanted butterflies, first kisses, the unknown lover. Doesn't everyone, in a long term partnership, dream of that intense honeymoon phase at some point? So we talked and talked and talked about it, and believe me, Steve and I were so glad we'd done all that work on jealousy years before, because now we could hear what Lily was trying to express without any judgment or personal hurt. Lily had never been the monogamous type, she said, and Steve had always had a bisexual streak -- so this actually made a lot of sense. We agreed that for all of us, having the option to explore was important, and without jealousy being part of our dynamic, it actually sounded really fun. Our ground rules were only that it had to be elsewhere -- not at the house, just to maintain our private space -- and that it was just physical, for now. If anyone wanted to explore anything more emotional, that would necessitate a different conversation between us. And so, our open relationship began, and damn was it a hell of a lot of fun.
I know it seems that I'm jumping around a lot, telling you these highlights. But up until this point in our relationship, there aren't that many interesting stories to tell, you see. Nobody really wants to hear about the regular, comfortable Thursday night lovemaking every relationship kind of melts into after a while. But once we opened it up, the 'stories' really started to get hotter and more intense, and plus it was the catalyst for a lot of what happened later. So I'll start around that time. To set the scene: we'd been 'open' for a few months, Lily had been screwing her brains out all over the place and was happy as a clam, and Steve had been visiting a few saunas and cruise clubs here and there. I hadn't really played around, just a few minor flirtations, but the open thing seemed to be working for us. It was actually a real turn on, to be honest - we told each other the juicy details of our encounters, and it fuelled our lust and desire for one another.
Steve had been somewhat bisexual as long as he could remember. Lily and I didn't care, obviously, except insofar as it turned us on to fantasise about it. But when it came down to it, there was a part of Steve that Lily and I couldn't satisfy, no matter how many dildos and harnesses we played with (which, in case you were wondering, is a LOT. At last count we had amassed 14 dildos of varying colours, textures and sizes, and 5 harnesses, along with an entire toy chest of other goodies. After all, there were three of us, with a total of 8 fuckholes! Some might say 14 dildos is actually pretty tame for that many options). He craved a real cock as well as our cunts. I mean that was why he was doing saunas, right? Then in September 2014, for Steve's birthday, Lily had a fiendish idea, and when she told me, I got so excited she finally had to eat my pussy just to calm me down. Steve was going to have a birthday he -- and we -- would never forget.
The night before his birthday proper, we went out for a celebratory dinner. At Steve's request, we were at our favourite special-occasion restaurant, Chinta Ria in Darling Harbour. They didn't take bookings, but their outdoor seating with lush tropical foliage -- and their divine marinated beef strips -- made it worth the wait for a table. We enjoyed our shared plates of spicy gyoza and peppery singapore noodles, and just as Steve was asking for the dessert menu, Lily looked at me and raised her eyebrows. That was the signal; her friends had arrived.
Her friends were Chris and Justin, a couple Lily had originally met through a mutual corporate design client, and who had been her flatmates until she moved in with us. They had been there with her that first night, when Steve picked up Lily and basically kidnapped her, and they had been her sounding board for every step of our relationship so far. But lives get busy, and for one reason and another Steve and I hadn't officially met them yet. When Lily signalled me, my face immediately flushed - I was so on edge, all that anticipation. I took a deep breath, giggled nervously, I looked over my shoulder, and there they were.
Seeing them, I remembered the stories Lily had told us about Chris and Justin. How they were both (different degrees of) bisexual, and enjoyed playing with women occasionally. How they would bring women home and share them for a night. How they had shared Lily a few times, and that they knew what they wanted, and what to do to get it. "Their timing was so well practiced," she had said, telling us in glorious detail about the first time they each had a cock in her pussy and ass. And, as she put it, they weren't small men, by any means. The idea that they'd done it before, many times, had been fuel for her fire then. When Lily had visited them the previous week to explain what she had in mind for this party, their evening had started off with her just outlining her ideas, and ended up with the guys fucking her ass and her mouth, just like old times she said, that's how much the idea of tonight had turned them on. Seeing them now across the crazy-crowded restaurant, I had an image in my head of these two beautiful men, fucking each end of my girlfriend's incredible curvy body. I felt dizzy, lightheaded, giddy.
"Over here!" Lily waved them over to us. As they made their way through the restaurant to our table, I appraised them, my anticipation building. Both men were fairly tall, Justin being a slight bit taller and more muscular than his boyfriend. Justin's dark blond hair was clipped short near his scalp, and his stubble was at that perfect 2-day length. His wide mouth was generous and he smiled easily, emphasising his eyes, ringed by thick lashes. He honestly looked like he should have been some sort of underwear model, and I thought it an incredible stroke of luck (for us) that he happened to be bisexual. Chris, on the other hand, was about 5 foot 10, and had narrower shoulders, which made his longish dark hair less silly and more rogueish than it might have looked on a larger man. He had only a hint of stubble, and his t-shirt was tight against his solid pecs. His eyelashes were long and black, giving him the look of wearing eyeliner. He was, in short, incredibly beautiful. I knew for a fact Steve would be thinking the same.
Lily did a quick introduction, and both men took one look at Steve and smiled at each other, obviously liking what they saw.
"You are a very lucky man, Stephen," said Justin as he and Chris drew up some chairs and sat down.
