California Reaming - A Woman's Adventures In Polyamory

We discover that the pull-out bed Dave and I are lying on has a rather iffy mattress. How could they even use this in a proper hotel? But they do, somehow. Hey, there's a real bed in the bedroom, but most of the partygoers are already in the living room, so here we be too. We feel like we are playing around on the back of a camel. You can feel the springs just below the surface.

Dave and I decide we'll test out this alleged bed. No sooner do we plant our cute little butts when we are joined by a youngish Asian guy, completely erect already. He half sits, half lies across from us, smiling expectantly. You just keep smiling, baby. Dave sends a no-no signal immediately by getting up from the bed. The guy takes the hint and goes. I ask Dave later, what he would
have done if the guy had not gotten up. "Well I would have said something," so he was glad the message got through instead.

Our friend A comes over and we lie as a trio, me in the middle, a guy on each side. A recalls how I have been pining for a sandwich. Only A does not seem all that interested in playing. Dave puts A's hand on his dick, but A moves the hand away and starts rubbing Dave's back instead. Was this too soon? A really likes the touchy-feely stuff, whereas we are more likely to reve up sooner and want to "get on with it."

Both guys start stroking and touching me, and it feels very nice. I wish we had a camera, because all of us look pretty good physically lying there. I have no idea what the other people are up to. The room is full of talk and a mix of music that is pretty damn good, spun out by the wife B. Dave starts performing oral sex on me but I am feeling so distracted by the talk and noise around that I don't think I can get off at this point. I was not focused, so I stopped Dave and thought we would come back to it later.

In the meantime after breaking off with me, Dave reaches for A's cock and starts to suck it, then finds out it needs a bit of a cleaning. With all his bath house experiences, one would think Dave would encounter one or two uncleaned dicks along the way, but such has not been the case. They have a ton of showers and water galore at a bath house, and the guys avail themselves of that routinely. So what's the deal with A that he can't clean himself before a sex party, for heaven's sake? Dave ceases and desists with this operation. He is quite surprised at what he finds.

We shifted positions, and then Dave plays with me with his fingers, one finger inside, then two, licking my clit along with the finger play. Because of our positioning, Dave found this angle a strain on his neck, so we shifted again so Dave can focus his mouth on my clit. He's trying to find my G-spot with his fingers, and comes close, but that is too intense for me. He removes his index finger and leaves the middle one inside me.

P, a friend of A's that we have met once or twice, is also seated on the bed with his drink, watching the proceedings calmly, without feeling a need to play. P is also into massage work. He is a tall, thinnish guy in his forties with a small neatly trimmed beard. Low key.

I am finally able to focus and overcome the effects of the pot. Dave and I realized it had been a while since we have had sex while we are stoned, or at least I am stoned. It takes a while to fit yourself back into that head space.

Success comes pretty soon this time, now I am in the mood and not distracted and I am focused now. It's a very pleasant come.

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