For this one, I’m going to try something a little bit different. May, who is in this story, has requested that I write this directly to her and read it in audio format. Stories featuring May will be in second person. 

This immediately follows my previous Adventures in Asia, which you can read about in my Story Index.

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I had been living in Asia for a couple of months by the time we connected online. My city had few enough people looking to date casually, and nobody in the lifestyle, so I was looking to branch out. Your icebreaker surprised me, asking for my top 3 dinosaurs. Silly, but inquisitive. It made me smile and think. The conversation that followed was easy and genuine, between you, me, and Ivan. We were all interested in each other and invested in the conversation. It sounds cynical, but we respected each other from the start, and that was a massive green flag. 

By the time you started sending me photos, you’d already hooked me. Seeing you will always be a wonderful surprise that shoots straight through my body, but the attraction and curiosity was intense well before then. Photos of you sitting in a crescent moon on the beach, of you bent over the kitchen island before a night out… they made my mouth water just as much as photos of you in a sweater and tights, looking cute and ready to cuddle, and tangle, and take…

I was still nervous about meeting you in person. You were coming all this way, you’d rented a hotel, and we’d been talking for a month by that point. What if you didn’t like me? What if only one of you liked me? It sounds silly now, but I was just as nervous about creating friction between you as I was that you would just realize this was all a big mistake. 

I wish I remembered more about our first conversation in that rooftop bar, but my mind was running a mile a minute. It was easy to talk with both of you. My fears were settled within a few minutes, just watching how you interact with each other, how you speak with each other, when I asked about your previous experiences, how there wasn’t any jealousy or animosity between you, and the sense of genuine joy that you get out of each others’ pleasure. At the very least, it felt like this friendship that we were building would last, even if you didn’t decide to take me home. That was the important part.

Then came the stairs. I’d excused myself to the loo, as much to give you two some privacy and a chance to talk about what you’d like without me hanging around. I was on my way back up to the rooftop bar, and you were passing me on your way down. You stopped me and kissed me, and it was like a dam broke. Everything I’d been holding back came pouring out, hungry for you, ravenous for the taste of your lips, the press of your body against mine as I pushed you back against the wall. 

“Is Ivan okay with this?” I gasped into your lips. 

You nodded, wrapping your arms around me, trailing your nails up the back of my head. 

I. Lost. My. Mind. 

I could have taken you right then and there in the stairwell, but just as I moaned into you, I heard footsteps. A poor waitress was descending the stairs and got a hell of a view of us eating each other alive before I pulled back, catching my breath. You grinned wickedly. I smiled. Everything has been amazing since that moment. 

It was decided, both due to our hunger for each other and for the staff’s wellbeing, that we should leave quickly. 

I have a very vivid memory of walking down the road in a conservative Asian city, holding your hand on one side, and you holding Ivan’s on the other. Those little acts of rebellion, and the freedom that you had to be yourself in my city rather than keeping this behind closed doors in yours.

Speaking of doors, I was so eager to taste you as soon as the door to your room closed. You were pressed between Ivan and I, giggling while I kissed your lips again and Ivan trailed kisses down your neck. Both of us were working frantically to strip you down. I remember seeing your tattoos in person for the first time, running my fingertips over them, and wanting to kiss every inch of you as it was exposed. 

I was also very aware of everyone having a good time. There was no point in the entire night where it didn’t feel natural and exciting, with all of us diving into giving each other pleasure. The morning after, I would think about how easy and fun it was, but that night I was monitoring everyone’s responses, checking in, and making sure it was all good. So despite me wanting to drop to my knees and make you cum all over my tongue, that would have to wait until next time.

In no time at all, we were all on the bed. Ivan was going down on you, and I desperately wanted to be in his place. I waned to devour you, to drag my tongue across your lips and feel your cunt dripping around my fingers. 

You had other plans though. I was kissing your lips, your neck, down your body and anywhere I could reach. Your hand was stroking my cock, and I was already so fucking hard for you. You dragged me up to kneel beside your head, demanding my cock in your mouth. The first time you took me into your throat… fuck. Feeling your lips around the base of my shaft made me dizzy. Your tongue rolling around my length… moaning onto my cock from Ivan’s work. I still imagine your lips around my cock, running my fingers through your hair…

There was a hedonistic pleasure in the whole scene as well. Ivan and I forcing you to scream, his tongue driving you wild, my cock choking you, muffling your cries. You being completely at our mercy and us doing everything in our power to drive you higher and higher. 

“Ivan, I need you to fuck me now!”

Your legs on his shoulders as he takes deep strokes. You moan onto my cock even harder, making me curse. Both of us on top of you, driving into you, touching your body every way we can.

“You want a turn?” Ivan asked, standing up and leaving you shaking. 

“Is that okay?” I whispered to you. You bit your lip and nodded frantically. 

I remember distinctly not feeling any sense of intimidation. No performance anxiety, no worries, no concerns. It felt safe. And the chemistry was already undeniable. 

God, to be inside of you…fuck, it’s burned into my memory how it feels to slide my cock over your drenched lips, the feeling of slipping into you, filling you. Your pussy pulling me deeper, until there’s nothing at all between us. I needed this, that night. More than I think I let myself acknowledge beforehand, but once I was inside of you, I needed to lose myself completely in the feeling of you. To drive my cock into you and take you, and to let you take me. 

Deep, hard strokes. Feeling every inch of you. Out of this world lust. Delirious need. The feeling of holding you, of you making me feel this good, sending waves up my spine, to the base fo my skull, just made me need more and more and more of you. 

And I could tell I was doing something right. You had Ivan’s cock in your mouth, tasting your cum and taking him deep while I railed you, but you couldn’t stop moaning. Your body was tensing, fighting to have more of me. I could feel your cunt dripping down my shaft and gripping me constantly. Each of us, all three of us, driving each other higher and higher. Your legs over my shoulders so I could reach as deep inside of you as I possibly could. Your cries, so loud now you couldn’t keep Ivan’s cock in your mouth. “Oh my god!” Panting. “Ooooooh fuck!” Growling. Ivan kissing your neck, forcing his cock into your throat while you scream around him. Never stop. Don’t ever stop. 

Your hips buck and you squirt all over my cock. Your body writhes. How much can you take? I had no idea at the time. But you don’t let me take a break. 

“Jesus christ,” you laugh, “I’m not going to have a voice tomorrow! –Oh, god!” 

More. More of you. More of this. My body is on fire, my mind is reeling, and my cock is so hard I worry for your safety. But we all need more. Ivan and I rail you from both sides, both of us driving into you with complete adoration. 

Your pussy is so drenched with cum and squirt, that I can feel myself getting close. I want to hold off, to take all night, to build us up over and over, but I’m not sure yet. That would come later. ;)

I pull out, making you squirt all over me again, and we both laugh as I cum all over your stomach. All of us are a complete mess now, and we take second to laugh at the absolute state of us. 

Ivan is quick to take over, fucking you hard. I press my forehead to yours and tell you how beautiful you are when you’re moaning, how incredibly sexy you are while I run one hand over your body and cradle your head with the other. You cling to me, holding me tight while your husband fucks you, digging your nails into my hair. When you can stand to open your eyes, you look between my eyes and his. I want to rub your clit while he’s deep inside of you. I want to leave marks all over your body. I want to ruin you with Ivan, but I don’t know where your boundaries are, so I hold back, just this once, and whisper for you to cum for us while your body seizes and you moan uncontrollably. 

“Oh fuck!” Ivan cums too, adding his cum to mine on your stomach. 

“I’m gonna need another shower,” you laugh. Your cum is pooling beneath you, splashed up your whole body, soaking into the towels. Again, you giggle. “How many towels did we bring?”