Tonight, I hooked up with E on FB's instruction. I was the screening committee for our prospective threesome. Of course, I was the one who picked out E in the first place. FB has the idea of "sharing" his girl with others and gets his kicks out of knowing that the other guy wants me bad but can never have me. Looks like he got his wish. Well, as far as the wanting me bad part is concerned. The "never can have me" part -- the jury is still out on that one.
I've put myself in a totally delectable situation though. I'd want to process it right now except that my brain is still mush from cumming too much and too hard. When he brought me home, my knees were like jello and I had to stay in the porch for a while to compose myself before coming in and donning the "wholesome" cloak. E knows about the existence of FB. He even knows that FB is the boss of me in our relationship. Still, he wants to up the ante and is ready to be competition. Hmmm.... good for me, bad for FB, eh?
The thing is, the both of them are complete opposites. It's like choosing between chocolate and vanilla when both of them put together would make a delicious parfait. Where FB is detached, E is all soul. What FB won't do sexually with me, E enjoys doing. Where FB is serious, E is silly and makes me laugh half the time. Where FB is devoid of affection and tenderness, E provides. Where FB is porno fuck, E is erotica. In essence, if I graft FB onto E, it would grow into a beautiful tree, ha ha.
Things I've never done before that I got to do tonight:
- orgasm more than six times in a restaurant while trying to keep myself from screaming out loud (yes, the girl in the booth next to us kept looking) and not because he was touching me either. This guy could make me cum by just looking at me. And let me tell you, it was wayyyyyy hot. He was holding my hand while I came and, once, when my whispered moans were threatening to titillate our booth neighbors, he pushed my drink towards me so that I could sip on the straw instead of screaming.
- fondle a man's cock under the table
- get a clit rubdown while trying to keep a straight face in the restaurant
- get licked, sucked, fucked in a car - I now know that it is entirely possible to fog up the windows so bad like that scene in Titanic
- go out with a black man (and get some black cock)
Here's the thing. I don't think FB knows how intimately familiar I am with two guys vying for my affection. I thrive off of it. I know how to play one off the other and the sight of two men fanning out their tail feathers in a mating display is primal. Now, I don't know how in the world that proposed threesome will come along given the cast of characters. I'm not even sure I can mix FB with E. They're both dominant men and I can't help but imagine that it might be like the way my two male dogs fight when there's a bitch in heat around.
I have yet to give FB a status report on my "mission". I need time to think about what will go in that report.
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