Back again with another verbose tail of our libidinous adventures. This time, our first encounter in a hotel while traveling. Let me tell you people, hotel sex is everything it’s cracked up to be, especially with a guest star as amazing as Molly.
Molly is someone I met on a dating app for group sex, it has a feature that allows you to set your location to a few “hubs” around the world, and they just so happened to have one in the area I was traveling to. On this trip, I planned to bring Kennedy for the first time, and we planned to make full use of the swanky hotel room my company provides for me when I travel.
So like I said we found Molly and chatted a bit before we left for our trip. Vibe was good, she actually read some of my recent writing and really enjoyed it, so we decided to meet up when we arrived. I think what really sealed the deal for Molly is the fact that we treat our partners as “guest stars.” A lot of couples treat their third as a sex toy, a means to the end of achieving this couple’s fantasy, or at worst, one member of the couple’s fantasy. We treat our third as a welcome guest, and we spoil her accordingly. We would be bored if we didn’t make our group sex dates about equal pleasure, everyone has to be having fun.
We managed to make that priority clear to each other over chat, and decided to go ahead and meet up. We planned to meet on a Friday night after a long week of work, and hilariously, we kept moving the meet up earlier. The closer we got to the date, the more excited we all got, and Molly wanted to ensure that she had as much time as she could possibly want for us before we all got too tired, so we met at 6 at a local speakeasy.
The in-person vibes were just as fun as our chat vibe had been, and before long it was clear that we were all going to seriously enjoy our night together. We decided tacos were an appropriate middle step, we’d need our energy for the night ahead.
Over dinner we talked about a lot of sex-adjacent topics, and our philosophies on sex, politics, restaurants, etc. One thing Molly said that stuck with us related to her ability to come easily and repeatedly. We talked about the psychology of that, and how she used to get up in her head and try to wait to come until her partner was satisfied, but she’s worked on re-framing that for herself, and “allowing” herself to orgasm. It’s worked for her (as we would soon learn). Kennedy has a bit of a hard time reaching orgasm, and I think she found the idea helpful, though certainly not a one-size fits all solution. That said… K was about to have a pretty incredible night in that space herself.
So now, a pause, for one of my overly long descriptions of the space, so you can envision everything as much as you’d like to. We took an Uber back to our hotel, a swanky, sexy hotel with amazing lighting and spacious rooms… and beds. Our room was a single king, as you walk in the bathroom/shower is on your left, and on your right are these beautiful robes (we’ll revisit this robe later). The furniture is dark wood and exposed iron, the walls are grey concrete, which sounds sterile but the lighting was warm and soft, and bathed the walls in a very sexy evening light. They also give you a variety of lighting levels to play with, and I (of course, optimizer that I am) had played around with them to select the “sexiest.” The room also had huge, sexy mirrors, placed in, of course, convenient locations. Someone really thought about sex when they designed these rooms.
K and I had packed a bunch of sex toys as well, and I had them laid out on the night stand. A double ended dildo (we didn’t use), K’s favorite vibe, a clit sucker, and a bottle of poppers.
Now Poppers are something I’ve received a few questions on, so here’s the quick and dirty. They are an inhalant, that you can get over the counter legally where I live. They’re not super hardcore like some drugs people use in sexual spaces. It’s a vasodilator, and a quick sniff sends you into the sexual stratosphere, you totally lose yourself in the sexual act for a short time (15-30 seconds), and then the buzz fades and you go back to normal. They were super popular in the 80’s at dance clubs, and continue to be popular with folks who practice anal sex, as they loosen your butt muscles and make penetration a hell of a lot more pleasant. If you’re reading this, and you’re considering using them, please do some research and make sure they’re right for you. If you take Viagra or Cialis, they are NOT right for you as the combo can literally kill you. Ok so that disclaimer aside, Molly had read about them in my threesome story and had a serious curiosity to try them, so I brought them along.
Back into the moment - the room also had a funny shower, it has a window into the room so you can watch the silhouette of your partner in the shower as the glass steams up. Without the steam though, it’s clear, which delighted Molly. We had taken edibles at the bar, and they were definitely kicking in, and the sillies were taking hold. Molly bounced into that bathroom while Kennedy and I were taking a quick moment to check in and make sure we were both all-in, which was interrupted by Molly scratching at the glass like a kitten waiting to be let inside.
The vibe was excited, silly, light; perfect for us. I had curated a playlist that, I must say, was absolute fire. Lots of massive attack, black pumas, Cam Cole, sexy, bluesy rock. I put it on, and K went to the bathroom. Molly laid out a few vapes for us to refresh our high throughout the night, and as she was doing it, I put my arm behind her, and quietly said “mind if I kiss you to break the ice a little?” And as a sexy smile spread across her lips, she said “… yeah.” So I leaned in, kissing her eager mouth. She was a great kisser, and I was instantly extremely aroused, I wanted to experience as much of her body, as much of her sexuality as I could. And I would.
K came out of the bathroom, and we chatted a bit, our conversation continuing to be interrupted by makeout sessions that grew in length and intensity until clothes started to come off. K had put on a beautiful set of lingerie that I love seeing her in, and Molly was delighted by it. I believe she told K something along the lines of “Jesus you weren’t kidding about that ass!” (We often identify it as one of K’s assets in conversation), and ooh’d and aah’d over the lingerie. Molly’s shirt came off, revealing gorgeous breasts, dappled with freckles (she has a ginger/auburn complexion), kissed by the sun. She was curvy in all the most beautiful ways, and we also had discussed a shared love of weightlifting, and I could see the strength in her legs. It made me salivate, I needed those legs around my ears.
We kissed, we touched, we explored, more layers of clothes came off, until finally Molly accused me of being the last one wearing anything and I dropped my boxers.
Now here’s something else about Molly that had me excited. This is a woman who loves giving blowjobs and hand jobs. I happen to love receiving both. Now, we were definitely a little zooted with the cannabis and I can’t remember the exact order of events, but I am pretty sure as soon as my pants came off, Molly wanted to have my cock in her mouth. I laid back on the bed and let her taste me. Kennedy kissed me as I descended into a bliss state, enjoying Molly’s exploration of my cock. Her mouth was warm, hungry, and skilled. I could feel her tongue learning me, taking an image of my cock by caressing every curve of it.
She came up and kissed Kennedy, letting K taste me on her mouth, and then almost sheepishly asked me if she could give me a handjob. I enthusiastically consented and told her that she didn’t need to be shy, I love when people ask for what they want. She pulled out this almost comically large bottle of coconut oil, which she loves for handjobs (I soon learned why, may need to order some myself), lathered up her hands and my cock, and began stroking and playing with my throbbing cock. (I really tried to write throbbing member there, I just couldn’t do it. Sounds weird). K watched with hungry eyes as Molly continued to explore me.
One thing I’m kind of proud of is my stamina, but good lord was Molly putting me to the test. She knew every way to pull, stroke, and enjoy the feeling of my cock in her hands, and my orgasm started to try to escape. It was tough to hold it back, but I managed.
Now if you read my stuff, you know there is on thing I love almost more than anything else, and it’s having my face ridden. Molly was game, and after some logistical communication and with great care, she settled into position and lowered her dripping wet pussy down onto my face. I had told her I loved the pressure on my chest and neck, and she let me have it, her muscular thighs pressing down on me almost to the point that I couldn’t breathe, but just enough that I could relish the sensation of being held in place and the taste of her pussy. As she rode my face, my tongue reached for her, exploring her, allowing her essence to permeate me, drinking her in. Occasionally she would release little tiny squirts, not like what you see in porn, just a little extra wetness that I gratefully accepted into my mouth and throat. The feeling of taking natural lubrication into your throat is something people don’t talk about much, but I think it’s so. Fucking. Hot.
As if this wasn’t enough, of course, K was spoiling me even further by putting her ample skills to work on my cock. She loves sucking my dick, somewhat recently she had a bit of a revelation about it, and has taken every opportunity since to practice her skills.
I am a lucky, lucky man.
I had wanted Molly to try the poppers in that position, but we got lost in the moment, so when she had had enough of that position, I asked her if she’d like to lie on her back so I could eat her out in a more “traditional” angle, and offered to let her try it from that position. She nervously agreed, and wanted to watch me do it first, so I unscrewed the cap and took a sniff, and then handed it to her to do the same. As the rush came on, I dove into her pussy with a hunger. What it does is dial your sexual instincts up to 11, and I had just learned lots of things that make her pussy purr, so I went to work. I could hear the surprise in her voice as the rush took over in her, and feel her body writhing, matching my tempo, finding that sexual “oneness” that happens when you know exactly how to track your partner’s pleasure, and they find that rhythm with you. Bliss.
Molly had cum several times, and I had gotten so much attention, it was time for my love to get a little spoiled. I asked if Molly would like to watch, a big kink of hers, and she eagerly nodded. K is tall, and when she lays back on the bed, her body stretches out and creates this line of curve, beautiful to look at, lovely to trace with my hand, even more lovely to kiss my way down, which is what I was craving. I kissed her deeply on the mouth, reminded her that I loved her, and started to work my way down. As I got to her pussy, she lifted one leg up in a gentle jackknife, exposing her hot, wet slit. My favorite way to begin eating her out is always to start at the bottom, near the opening of her vagina, and slowly work my way up, with my tongue wide and flat, until I reach the area near her clit that sends her into hysterics. Now K was pretty worked up, she also loves to watch, so it didn’t take long for me to send her into her first orgasm of the night. She loves gentle, light licks across her clit, but what really drives her wild is when I slide two fingers in, not all the way, just 2 knuckles deep, and curve them towards her pubic mound. It’s not quite the “come hither” motion you read about, but that’s the shape of it. If I hold it there, and keep my attention on her clit, usually she can’t escape an orgasm, and this night was no exception. Molly had been making out with her, kissing her nipples, and lavishing her with attention, and suddenly k’s back arched and she let out a sharp cry, riding the wave up and over for the first, but not the last time of the night.
I waited for it to crest, and as it started to come down, I moved up and slid my cock into her, relishing in that connection, that knowledge of each other’s bodies that starts to feel like home, when you’re together as long as we have been. Molly couldn’t get enough, she loved watching the way K’s body reacted to mine, the way I fucked her not just with my hips, but my whole body. I know every twist and turn of K’s sexuality at this point, and when we’re in the thick of it, we just lose ourselves in each other. Her second orgasm of the night was close behind, I found the rhythm, and the spot, and held it, watching it build to that point of inevitability, and over she went. I think she was surprised by how quickly round 2 came on for her. Always puts a little satisfied smile on my face, I enjoy being a good partner, making whomever I’m with feel as good as they can, and with K it never gets old.
Molly’s hunger was growing as she watched us, and as K and I fell apart, I asked if she was ready to get fucked. She nodded, she wanted my cock inside her, I could practically feel the want radiating off her body.
We took a brief pause for me to get a condom, all of us to get some water, and a quick hit off the vapes to freshen up our buzz, and then it was time. I wanted her to feel my favorite thing - that moment of initial connection, enhanced by the poppers, so I did a quick sniff, offered it to her to do the same, then capped the bottle and slid my cock into her. She was tight, lovely, perfect. The music in the moment was Teardrop by Massive Attack, which, you should look up, it’s sexy as hell. “This is the perfect song for this” she said breathlessly, and then we both lost ourselves.
The reason I love non monogamy so much, is there is not much in this world more satisfying than losing yourself for the first time in a new partner. I felt the buzz from the poppers swell up in both of us, and our bodies guided us to levels of pleasure that had us moaning and sighing in blissed out rapture. Molly started to come, a different sound than when Kennedy does, musical and light, vs. Kennedy’s full throated moans. Remembering it, typing it out, is making me hard. God what a good night this was.
After we’d had our (temporary) fill, somewhat simultaneously, Molly and I suggested that Molly give in to her more sapphic desires and eat Kennedy out. I suggested that I fuck Molly from behind while she enjoyed K’s pussy, which Molly was a little skeptical about. She said that in previous threesomes she’d had, the angle proved difficult. I smirked and thought “that’s because people aren’t as persistent as I am.” I held back while Molly began, I wanted to watch, and I wanted to let them have a moment or two without me, so I took a quick bathroom break. By the time I came back, Molly had K writhing, moaning, and gasping, her third orgasm of the night approaching. I moved up behind Molly’s exposed pussy, pressed my cock against it, and she moved just enough to let me slip in. Difficult angle be damned. I love moments like these, all three bodies experiencing pleasure, all three of us giving and receiving at once, it’s so goddamn special. As Kennedy peaked, Molly came too, and we all collapsed onto the ample bed.
Tired yet? Molly had warned us that she liked to fuck for a while, and boy did she deliver. We aren’t done.
I’ve mentioned Kennedy likes to watch, and it was time for a show. She grabbed her vibe, put on one of the two robes hanging by the entrance to the room, and leaned into this cozy arm chair looking right at the bed. Molly asked for me to fuck her doggy style. I told her, truthfully, that that position can be a bit “kryptonite” for me, my orgasm tends to escape in that position, but I was happy to give her a bit of what she wanted. She wanted to face K while I fucked her from behind, and she got in position. I couldn’t resist a little more oral stimulation though, I needed to eat her ass a bit. I’m a gentleman, after all. After I’d had my fill, I got to my knees and slid two fingers into her tight pussy, curving down towards the bed. “WHAT IS THAT” she gasped.
“Just my fingers baby” I replied, to which she said “THAT’S UNREAL”
I’m somewhat good with my hands.
I fingered her from behind for a while, adding a third finger, letting her feel her pussy stretch, and… another orgasm. She shook, her body trembling as her pleasure peaked and ripped through her.
As we recovered from that moment, K in the chair had reached a position that I will never forget. Visualize it. The soft robe open in the front, her upper body leaning fully back into the chair, her leg propped against the arm, and her hand manipulating the vibrator between her legs. The woman looked like a renaissance painting. Just stunning. Molly and I couldn’t help but stare, and we would continue to as we kept playing with each other.
I had a craving for more pussy in my mouth so I suggested we 69 a bit, so we lay on our sides, molly’s mouth on my cock, my face buried between her legs. Sometimes that position just doesn’t work out, but we’re both oral experts, and can perform while being distracted. It was one of those moments where your body just stretches out in pleasure, we pressed against each other and just enjoyed each other.
After a bit of that, she wanted to ride my face again, this time with the poppers. We got into position, took a hit, and off we soared. She reached back and grabbed my cock, massaging it while she lost herself on my open mouth, my tongue stretching deep into her. This was too much for Kennedy, whose 4th orgasm of the night overtook her. This was the loudest by far, and Kennedy’s excitement flowed into Molly, who came hard on my face with my cock in her hand.
It was time, I needed to come, and so Kennedy straddled my cock and started fucking me while Molly continued to ride my face. I gave us a hit of the poppers and, again, if you read my shit, you know this is my favorite thing, I was in heaven. Molly’s weight pressing down on me, her pussy dripping down my throat, K massaging my cock with the rhythm of her body, matching my convulsing hips, it was everything I love all at once, and I exploded into Kennedy’s pussy.
After, as we lay there in our post sex haze, Molly shared something that I will never forget. First, she told us that we are her favorite threesome she’s had, which I fucking loved, K did too, we high fived lol. But then she told us why. Couples. If you’re reading this, understand and internalize this. She told us that we treated her pleasure as equal in value to ours. In other threesomes she’s had, there comes a point where the couple re-asserts their couple privilege, and makes her feel left out. A time when the woman will basically be like “ok you can’t touch him anymore my turn,” or vice versa, and suddenly Molly feels like a prop, a tool to realize a fantasy. Folks… don’t fuckin do that. If you’re going to invite someone into your space, treat them like the special guest they are and have a little hospitality. I promise you’ll all have more fun. And if you can’t allow your guest to feel like an equal partner during the act, then you. Should. Not. Be. Having. Threesomes. I don’t care how much of a fantasy it is, do the work first, and figure it out.
Ok rant over.
Anyway.
I had one final surprise for the night, when we had gotten tacos earlier, I had bought a slice of red velvet cake, which we all ate together, naked, before we played the “where are my clothes” game, and walked Molly out of the front of the hotel, exhausted and fulfilled.
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That’s all for now, but really, isn’t that enough??