Sometimes when you get what you want you wish that you had never asked for it.
Dylan and Hannah had been a traditional heterosexual couple. Dylan had a fantasy. Over time, it became an obsession. He wanted a threesome. Two girls of course. Never expecting Hannah to agree Dylan talked of it incessantly.
He did not suspect that Hannah’s own fantasy was to sleep with another woman. Her long suppressed bisexuality kept secret. Of the two Hannah’s emotional intelligence quotient was higher. She knew that having a second woman join them in bed could easily have unexpected consequences.
Dylan’s pestiferous pleadings and her own desires persuaded her to try a threesome. On her terms only. She would insure that she had at least as much time with the visiting woman as Dylan. Maybe more.
Some of Hannah’s stipulations surprised him. His lust guaranteed agreement. He had never guessed she had fantasies of putting him in bondage. Really, she had not. Binding Dylan would leave her in control.
Hannah knew the woman to invite. Chloe was so sexy. She and Dylan were both smitten with her. Openly bisexual, she had secretly coveted Hannah and welcomed a chance to join them in bed.
On the night they got together Chloe being more experienced took charge. She and Hannah bound Dylan to the bed.
Dylan at first was the center of attention. The girls’ lips traveled across his body, touching his most intimate places. Dylan would not have felt more exalted on Oxycodone. There is no more perfect joy than the realization of a long cherished fantasy.
Chloe and Hannah turned their attention to each other. Fulfillment of her own suppressed longings made Hannah equally delirious. Chloe’s lust had only been for Hannah. Dylan she had accepted as a necessary catalyst.
Lost in mutual sensual delight the two women forgot the bound man. When Dylan began to protest Chloe shoved a sock into his mouth. Then his whining was just a funny noise.
As the two women contained to make love atop Dylan, their elbows and knees unconsciously bumped and stabbed. His dream had soured.
Wanting a more comfortable place to enjoy each other Chloe and Hannah left the room. They would make love on the couch. Anguish engulfed Dylan as he listened to their distant moans and laughter.
Mutual exhaustion ended the women’s rapturous play. Chloe, a very pragmatic woman, gave Hannah a final kiss and left.
When she returned to the bedroom, she saw Dylan had been crying. Slightly shocking herself she enjoyed seeing him made helpless.
Guilt and compassion overcame her. She pulled the sock out of his mouth. Her guilt vanished when he started whining. Being his lover, she spoke to him softly, caressing him. Taking notice of his swollen, probably aching penis it took only a few swift motions with her fingers to bring him to orgasm.
The most powerful orgasm of his life calmed him down. Dylan was very confused. He did not get what he had expected from the threesome. Nevertheless, he felt happy. If he had known about cuckolding and tease and denial fetishes, he would have gained greater self-understanding.
Hannah could not go back to a life of sleeping only with Dylan. Women, perhaps other men had become a necessity. She still loved and wanted to live with Dylan. Their shared life would have to evolve or end.
To this day, the couple has remained together. Their erotic life is a series of experiments. Hannah is in control. Dylan feels secure in following her lead.