The Webcam

I sat the laptop on the coffee table in front of the couch, arranging the pillows and myself to create a boudoir feel. Even though I was expecting him, I paused before I accepted the call - taking the time to double check my hair and makeup and adjust my baby-doll low over my cleavage.

Well hello, I purred as his face came across the screen, channeling as much sexy siren as I could find.

Hello beautiful, he replied, stroking me with words. He didn't hesitate, but met my eyes via web cam: I want you to touch yourself, he smiled, let me watch you.

This was a challenge for me, to be the center of his attention like that. I felt uncharacteristically shy about being so completely open to his view, so utterly exposed. There is something different about performing for an audience not in your own bed: you can't hide in a kiss, there is no ducking your head into a shoulder and you can't deflect attention with a touch. It is just you - all you, owning your lust and demonstrating your pleasure. It is at the same time both almost overwhelmingly exposing and deliciously erotic.

I slid my hands down over my breasts, watching his eyes follow their path. I shifted aside the lace that covered me - playing with my nipples for my attentive audience, flicking them while meeting his eyes. I arched my back and pushed my breasts forward into my own hands, enjoying the sensation of my own touch and the sensation of being watched.

From there my fingers separated the folds at the front of the baby-doll, trailing over my stomach and down to my panties. I slowly exposed more of myself to his view, trying to lure him to me from hours away.

I smiled at him, not needing words to convey meaning. Sliding my legs apart I ran my fingers across the front of the oh-so-tiny lace panties, feeling them dampen more and more with each touch. I lay back against the pillows - the panties getting increasingly damp and the fingers increasingly fast as I watched my audience: or more accurately, as I watched my audience watch me.

The more I saw him enjoy watching me the more I was turned on by the idea of the show. I found myself more and more wanting to perform for him, to grab his attention, to give him the image he craved.

And so I did.

My fingers slid inside my panties - I was already well past wet and ready, aroused in part by my power to turn him on, seduced by his reaction to my performance. He watched me pleasure myself, slowly telling me about all the things he wanted to do to me while I circled my clit with my fingers and lost myself in his words.

I sighed out loud as I ran my fingers over myself with increasing speed. Oh god, he muttered - to himself more than me as I shifted my hips in rhythm to my fingers - oh god, baby, cum for me.

I arched into my hand, cumming over my fingers for my appreciative audience. I love it when you call me baby, I sighed.

Threeway, Part 3:...4,5.

As I was saying...there we were immersed in a prelude to a delightful threeway when there was a knock at the door. We looked at each other a little puzzled and Hubby got up to answer it - and there were the hot blonde and her hot husband.

The hot blonde smiled her gorgeous smile and said, a little hesitantly: "we don't want to be pushy, but do you mind if we join you?" Mind? Um, I believe the response is hell no, we don't mind: all hotties into the sex pool.

I looked at my menfolk whose eyes conveyed their clear agreement. I mean, really, every man on earth understands this basic formula: 1 hot blonde + 1 hot blonde = 2 hot blondes. Frankly, it was pretty stellar math from my perspective as well. I smiled at them and I replied: "of course not, come on in."

They came into the room and we made a little chit chat. The hot blonde then took of her bracelet, removed her towel and went right for the Husband...yes! I am not sure if I am remembering it wrong, but I *think* that her hot husband at that point turned to the Boyfriend and said, smiling at me: "so, I guess we'll share her."

So, to recap: my reluctantly polyamourous husband is going to get his cock sucked by a super hot blonde while I fuck my boyfriend and this other delightfully attractive man? Um, hell yes, share away. This is what the sluts call win/win/win/win/win.

I can't remember who kissed me first - in fact the details feel almost oddly scarce. At the best of times I have trouble remembering sex and the order in which things happened. I can't reduce it to a series of touches and penetrations - but, in this context I can tell you that I was kissing and being kissed by them both - neck, shoulders, chest, nipples...and that finally I wound up with a cock in each hand and I looked up and said to them, I kid you not: "I am not going to lie gentlemen, I have no idea where to go from here - you are going to have to show me."

And they did, delightful gentlemen, they did indeed.

The Boyfriend lay me down, kissing my mouth and the hot blonde's hot husband lay down with his experienced and delightful tongue between my legs. I had what can only be characterized as an explosive orgasm while the Boyfriend was on his knees in front of me, cock in my mouth, and the hot blonde's hot husband licked me like a rare treat.

The hot blonde's hot husband grabbed a condom and held it up, question in his eyes. This is what I am coming to love about these scenarios: consent, respect, no pressure - so amazing. My...um, mouth was busy...and so I nodded (gently, I am a careful girl!) my eager consent and presently found myself on my back, two cocks all to myself.

From there the evening is a collage of positions and switches: for the majority of the evening I had the two gentlemen I started off with to myself: on my back, on my side, one at either end...I think you get the idea. At the same time the Husband and the hot blonde shared a number of delightful positions and experiences. I quite enjoyed watching her make him cum with her mouth and then watching him fuck her - hot doesn't even begin to describe it. Call me a pervert, but watching someone get the Husband off is amazing.

The fabulous irony of the night: hubby and I each had our first threeway...each of us with the Boyfriend, but not with each other. I mean really, what are boyfriends for if not awesome threeways?

I am just so delighted that this first group experience wound up being such a good one for us in so many ways. It was partially because I was very relaxed because I knew two of the men involved, largely because everyone was so open and giving and fun and also because the three of our five have had numerous experiences like this - it helps when there are people who know what the hell they are doing to guide the novices. (Yes, yet another reason to like sluts - add it to your running list.)

The final analysis: If I will say this once I will say it a million times: thank god for hot blondes. I think the Husband got a real confidence boost that such a gorgeous woman clearly chose him and it has certainly made my life a hell of a lot easier. He had been asking "what's in this for me?" The short (and apparently good) answer is "awesome sex with hot blondes".

Open All the Way

We interrupt your regularly scheduled three-way to bring you the following slut service announcement.

As many of you already know, I quite adore Miss Sexie Sadie. She is a slut's slut: a proudly sexual woman in an open marriage, she owns herself and her sexuality and she pulls no punches. Her writing and her perspective is such that her blog is one of my first stops when I am out and about.

From my perspective she has managed to build for herself the marriage that I would like to have with my own husband. So when she told me that she had written a book and asked me to be the first stop on her virtual book tour my first thought was: hell yes, followed closely by: where can I get this book to show to my husband?

So, for your reading pleasure, here is an excerpt from Sadie's book Open All the Way. To buy yourself an ecopy of this book head on over to: http://www.sadiesopenmarriage.com/buy-sadies-book.

Open All the Way... No one sat Scott and me down before our wedding day, or at any point during our marriage and said,

Hey, listen up you two. One day you will both come to the important realization that you can’t, won’t, and really shouldn’t be everything to each other. Know this, because you’ll drive yourselves fucking nuts attempting to fulfill that obligation.

Maybe I am pessimistic (although I like to believe, at least in this case,that I am realistic,) but it has never seemed very practical (not to mention possible) that we pick one person out of the colossal multitudes to partner with and expect that it will be anything less than motherfuckinghard.

I know that life is difficult; I’ve understood that concept for a very long time. But it’s not just me. Almost everyone has a comprehension of the fact that, by virtue of our simple humanity, we will experience pain,heartache, and trauma. Which leads to a very important question: why make it more difficult by tying ourselves to just one important person for the rest of our lives? The fact is that most of us don’t. Most of us collect people along our journeys, and as we do, we discover how they each have important functions. Each of these people helps us witness life’s beauty,acknowledge our own happiness, and abate the damages that have been inflicted upon us. These are their roles; the people we gather into our lives are our teachers.

We learn as infants to cling to people, situations, and things not just for function and survival, but also for comfort and wisdom—our mothers,bottles, blankets, stuffed animals and warm baths. In adolescence, we trade those symbols of soothing for books, friends, hobbies, computers,masturbatory missions, cars and clothes. We get older, and as we do, we require even more stuff, different scenarios, and more people to ameliorate inevitable hurts from our past; the ones that were, at the time, aptly assisted by the soft-cushioning of the comforting items of our former lives. Jobs, food, lovers, porn, spouses, sex, status, faster cars,cooler clothes, better friends. As we get older, these things become the compelling conduits for not just comfort and wisdom, but also for function and survival. But it’s only temporary. All of it.

Temporary.

Yet sometimes we forget this fleetingness when we marry, entering instead into a partnership that can become restrictive and limiting and one that resembles property ownership more than anything else. But, really, why invest in an emotionally bi-lateral sole-proprietorship when it could bean opportunity for freedom finding?