Note: this is very rough and will be substantially improved and made more descriptive, detailed, and complete. I was sharing this with a lovely couple of friends and wrote it all out for them, realizing only midway through that I want to give a much more vivid and vibrant recounting. This is the initial scaffolding.

The intimacy to bring a third into My relationship, or to be the third with another couple is so beautiful and exhilarating.

It is intense.

Compersion is one of the most powerful relational emotions I have ever experienced.

Long ago I had a girlfriend, and she and I spoke often about sharing her. When we finally did it was surreal. Intense. Intimate and rough.

Her name is Sarah. We both lived in Bellevue, Washington; and she was roommates with one of my very good friends. They had known each other for quite a long time. They had never dated or played at all, verified by their mutual, privately spoken feeling of having been at some nascent timerejected, each by the other.

Sarah and I had discussed the concept, certainly. During sex. While dressing her to show her off. We had even let some joking slip around Brian - My friend and her roommate. But I wanted to actually explore the reality, to see and to feel and to know truly how it would be. I had been the third with couples many times before. I wanted to be the couple.

I had always dressed her up. I loved showing her off, particularly to him because he would become so awkward, so clearly turned on, and so avoidant. And she lapped up the attention. From anyone. With him, she felt more confident with Me there, sitting in the evening and talking, watching a movie, or looking at weather coming across the lakes nearby.

For several weeks, I had been instructing her to wear gradually more and more revealing things when we were together. And I gave her uncharacteristically broader choice over her selections.

One otherwise nondescript Tuesday evening the three of us were watching a movie.

She selected a light blue, short silk nightgown that evening. She had already mildly theatrically removed her bra as Brian was walking upstairs, and although he could not see her taking it off, he heard her mention it and saw it sitting beside her gym bag when he returned downstairs.

Her perky nipples peeked into and tented the silky, short nightgown. She lay on the sofa, her had was on my lap and her feet on his. This was routine. And while I don't know that I expected this night to be the night, I am certain that she had no sense of My intent.

Brian could never help but look when Sarah was showing herself off. And I supplied her with the proper means to do so. Watching him work through the logistics of looking without looking, of seeing without being seen was an entertainment that in retrospect I do miss a bit. After this particular Tuesday, modesty was far less a concern.

So there he was. Coming up with reasons to have to turn and look over her shape, always during more illuminated scenes.

I had instructed her to wear some sheer white lacy panties, which I knew he could occasionally glimpse when I rubbed up her thighs. The way she had lain on us placed her thighs and her lace directly in his view, but for the few threads of nightgown that obscured didn't her. Any silken disturbance, a slight repositioning would create tiny, tantalizing exhibitionist windows.

She was burning up between her thighs. I could sense it without needing to verify. Her energy was somewhat feral and hungry. After a third unnecessary trip to the bathroom, designed with twin purposes of focusing his attention and attempting to focus hers, I told her to face the opposite direction when she returned. She lay prone, her pelvis on my lap and her face beside Brian's thigh.

She was blushing. And smiling. And exceptionally, beautifully vulnerable.

I told her to go down on him.

He was completely startled. He had been hard the entire time - we dad both noted his in artful likely consciously exaggerated repositionings. Whatever his mindset, he was thinking with a different set of priorités that evening. And yet to My surprise, he stood up, stating that maybe he should leave. I laughed at him (not easy given the context), and lord to make light of his removing himself. Failing that, I then told him to sit down and to let her do what I instructed.

He acquiescéd. Like a good boy.

I slipped my fingers underneath her panties and told her to give him some kisses on his abdomen, to undo his pants, and to then......

Watching her wrap her mouth around his cock was exhilarating. She was soaking wet. I told her to treat him the way that she would treat Me.

Having the gift of immeasurable grace and beauty is fortunate. I am honored to give her mouth, her body to him as a celebration. And he focused adequately quite promptly.

Predictably, events transpired from there. While they were speaking without speaking, I went to my truck and brought up some ratchet straps, the long 50' sort. As she was sucking his cock, and I began to wrap cord after cord around her thighs, on short order, she was immobilized.

I pulled off her panties.

I sucked on the wetness from them.

I directed her to look at Brian while I fucked began to tease her clit and her wetness with the head of My cock. She was bent over, restrained, unable to close her thighs, and was whimpering very powerfully.

As I was fucking her, I instructed him to have her worship his cock again. The harmonizing indulgence, the hedonism flowed through us. His energy into her throat, through her throat and down through her pelvis. It was singularly rapturous.

She wad ready for something different - someone different. With her ever enlarging puddle between her thighs, rivers running over her smooth folds,, I demanded that Brian to attend to her needs.

As I traded places with Brian, I heard her gasp at the first penetration into her body. I squatted down to her eye level to check in with her and to remind her how exquisite she is, how beautiful she looks while she's being fucked, and how I have been longing to see her please My friends.

We took turns with her for much of the night. It was a Tuesday, after all....