A few years ago, I had a boyfriend that would visit from time to time when my husband and I first attempted polyamory (it was a spectacular flop). He lived far away, but either he or I would catch a plane and spend the some days together. The rare times he visited when my husband was home, we would have a threesome (I believe it totaled three times).

My husband is always a bit assertive in ensuring I have many orgasms, it’s a fantastic gift he has. Fingers and mouths were on my skin, and it happened so long ago that the details are a bit blurry. I had sex with my husband while my mouth kissed and sucked my boyfriend.

What does stick to my thoughts, because this is what turned me on so strongly afterwards, is that after many orgasms already, I was on my hands and knees, my boyfriend laying underneath me, his hands wrapped around my thighs, his gifted tongue between my legs. He had his tongue and lips pierced and the metal would add harder sensations amidst soft lips and wet tongue. I squirmed away as much as possible, so overloaded on pleasure and overly sensitive. Every grazing of his mouth or tongue would shoot sparks of pleasure deep into my pussy and create a tighten that would add up quickly to another orgasm. His arms wrapped tighter on my thighs, his hands gripped and pushed me further upon his mouth.

My husband grabbed my throat, looked me in the eyes and told me to hold me still, his eyes a steady calm gaze in a passion filled fogged to my own, his mouth kissing mine as another man’s mouth kissed between my legs. When it became too intense, when I felt I was too sensitive and began squirming once again, his one arm wrapped like a vice around my body, the other around my neck and head, and his mouth by my ear whispered to cum. It was one of the first times I obeyed a command, though my boyfriend’s mouth was creating such pleasure that listening to that order was simple.

It was a perfect moment, as I was swept up in a storm of sensations that began to engulf me to the point where I was ready to call for a stop, when his voice, his calm, anchored me and made me feel safe to become so carried away.

The utter control of both men, the complete fixation on my pleasure, them working so beautifully together for that experience, that is something that I masturbated to for quite awhile.