Not long ago my friend and I found ourselves in bed with another couple. How’d that happen? Well, we had chips-n-salsa with them and then…
See? This part of the story is boring. Y’all complain when I don’t give you “enough” of the story, but here’s a part that’s just too dull for words. So I choose to skip it.
If anyone would like to attempt to write a fictionalized account of how the chips-n-salsa portion of the evening went down, it would no doubt be far more exciting than the prosaic actuality of it.
Anyhow.
Eventually, after an interval of chips-n-salsa flirtatiousness, we found ourselves in bed with them.
You have to understand that I’m barely coordinated enough to manage my own compliment of arms and legs. Keeping track of a lover’s body parts can be challenging. But when there’s a gallimaufry* of sixteen entire limbs to harmonize, things get harrowing.
So…there’s really no subtle way to tell you what happened as we were all in bed together. I’d like to be nice about it, but *tsk* some people just weren’t raised up right. I thought every person learnt The Rules of Foursome Behavior before they were turned loose on the world, but I guess the decline of polite society is going off even faster than I’d imagined.
I’ll just spit it out, and I apologize for offending any sensitive constitutions as I spill this so rudely:
Our friends were hogging the bed.
They were over there doing…whatever, and we were were on our side doing…whatever, only we couldn’t do as much whatever as we wanted to because we were half hanging on, asses hovering above the floor.
I can hear you thinking. You’re thinking, “Well aag, you should have gotten a larger bed.”
Hrumph. We were in a king-size bed. Can’t do much better than that.
We gamely tried to carry on, but it’s hard to engage in the sort of overactive sexual gymnastics that we prefer without sufficient traction.
The only solution was to wait ’til they got up to use the bathroom. I elbowed my partner in the ribs and said, “Quick! Scoot over while they’re gone!”
They heard me. They giggled. A small scuffle ensued when they returned to bed, but that was actually kinda fun.
I’m not entirely sure, but I think somehow during the scuffle I might have found myself licking the the other woman’s cute little shaved pussy while my partner fucked me from behind. I might have marveled at how amazing it was to feel the inside circumference of her pelvic girdle as I fingered her. It’s possible that I turned my attentions from her squirming orgasm and bit her husband’s arm as I came.
But I’m just not really sure because there were just too many limbs in the bed. I have a vague recollection of a large glass toy, a cock-ring and multiple bottles of lube, but that’s where my memory fails. I’d like to tell you more about the evening but honestly, it would verge too close to conjecture for my comfort.
Sorry.
So, see, again with the not telling you the full story, sigh. My apologies. Do you forgive me?
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*I learned a new word, w00t.
And now I’m going to have to go and look up its pronunciation.
The word gallimaufry always makes me think of Douglas Adams. And then I realized it wasn’t Douglas Adams that it reminded me of, but Phil Foglio. But it still reminds me of Douglas Adams. So there.
Oh, I was visualizing it all QUITE well, AAG ! You told just enough of it to get my salacious imagination working vividly.
Which (and please, the innocent looks don’t work on me) I had a feeling you intended to do… (grins)
It sounds like A LOT of fun… Even if they DID hog the bed.
Loving Annie
Hrumph. We were in a king-size bed. Can’t do much better than that.
Sic_un has a full size bed. I have a full size bed. Now we have a (made up) bed that is 9 feet wide. :D
9 feet wide!
Whoa.
I like that idea!
No, you are not forgiven. Not at all. ;)
Wonderful fun, and as long as you got to cum (preferably more than once or twice), who cares if they started by hogging the bed?
I like your new word, too- I love learning new things from you. Now, where’s that foursome guide you speak of? :)
Once? Or twice?
I would consider an evening during which I come once or twice to be a VERY SLOW evening.
:)
Sounds delicious! :)
oh my miss thing what a ride that sounds like!
i’m attending a sex party with mr. big in a few weeks which has me both daunted and intrigued… wishes me lucks.
regarding your post below i don’t tend to use lube because i am a sloppy sloppy wench. however i ALWAYS use it with dildos and if the machinery is getting tired or hasn’t been used in a while.
with my new friend? i think i’ll need a LOT more of it!
Such a nice way not to say what we were all waiting for… Brilliant !! :o)
For someone who is so open and out there, you sure do a good job of increasing the eroticism by leaving so much to the imagination.
“Keeping track of a lover’s body parts can be challenging. But when there’s a gallimaufry* of sixteen entire limbs to harmonize, things get harrowing.”
Not only is this a fantastic story. You write so damn well. The above sentence is one of the greatest blog senetences I have read.
Your story reminded me of our 4 ways from a few years back. We did not really have bed issues. We always had 2 beds available. So many combinations and possibilities.
Your boyfriend is a very brave man. I am scared of foursomes. How do I know the other guy isn’t gonna miss?
complement, learnt or learned. Damn if proofreading skilz were still marketable I wouldn’t be so poor.
Great post!
Meherenow,
Hm?
I was using “learnt” humorously.
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:D
Damn, I could’ve sworn that word was Scottish!
You know what’s better than being sexy? Being HI-LARIOUS.
Thank you.
you said leart, no n. I’m not picking at you or your gorgeous writing, just my stupid brain. Fix archives please?
OMG I did!
Fixed!
Thank you!
Oops, posted in the wrong thread before. Did you ask about this on ask metafilter?