I honestly have never been in a relationship before where my guy will allow me the freedom to be by myself with another man. It still baffles my mind, and as I told him this morning, makes me wonder if there will be a shoe dropping soon....
That night after the party ended, and everyone except Ian had left was amazing. I love being with Ian, being kissed by him, and feeling his hands smooth my skin everywhere. I crave his touch, need to feel him all over me. He has the softest hair I've ever felt, and I can't get enough of running my fingers thru it, and playing with his curls. He's just simply beautiful. What I really love about Ian, though, is the fact that nothing is taboo with him. I can toss his salad and play with his prostate while I suck his cock deep into my throat. I can suck and bite his nipples and make him groan in pleasure. No part of his body is unavailable to me. I can have it all. I LOVE THAT!!!! I love that I can bring him to a mind blowing climax with my mouth. But what is the most unique thing about Ian? He specializes in making women squirt. Alot.
Yep, Ian can make ANY woman squirt buckets of cum. No joke!! He uses his tongue, and his lips, and his teeth...and then he uses his hand. Jesus GOD, that hand. The night after the party, I was incredibly sore from the pounding Malcolm had given me, so Ian was not able to fist me. But he was able to squeeze 3 fingers in and find the "trigger". And he would rub and rub, and there would be this sensation of painful intensity....of an overwhelming fullness and pressure, and then, just when it would feel like I couldn't take it another second, I'd bear down, and a flood would issue forth. It's not always orgasmic when it happens, but it is such a feeling of unmitigated relief that it's better than orgasmic. Then, when he pushed me past my limit, even as i cried and begged, and told him I couldn't do it again...and he barked YES YOU CAN!.....he pushed me up the peak one more time, and everything in the world flew apart in a million blinding pieces as I came and came and squirted all my fluids on him. I came so hard that my pussy contracted around his fingers and he couldn't pull out. All I could think of was that he'd knotted me, just like a dog, and we were hung up. After about half a bottle of lube, and making me push down to ease him out, we were free, and laughing. A few hours of sleep, and he was right back at it when we woke up again. Everything was so wet....
So, I found that the week after the party, I wanted his hand. I wanted him so bad my pussy would clench every time I'd think of him. If he'd have lived locally, I'd probably have found a way to do him again. It was this clawing need bordering on addiction. I called Malcolm and expressed my need and my concern, even so far as to tell him that maybe I wasn't cut out playing alone. I knew in my heart that I didn't love Malcolm any less, but my GOD, I just NEEDED.....
Ian and I continued to chat via IM, and he felt the same way. He'd had a great time with me and wanted to repeat the experience. I let him know that under no circumstances could I ever do anything without Malcolm's prior knowledge and consent...I will not cheat on him, and I will not hurt the one man that has shown me more love and freedom than I've ever know. Malcolm knew that I was feeling some mental and emotional turmoil over the situation, and he came to take care of it last Wednesday.
Wednesday I knelt to Malcolm again, reaffirming my place in his life as his treasured and loved sub, reaffirming my willingness to accept his will. I was reminded of my role, I was disciplined. Above all I was loved and cherished. Malcolm can be a stern and daunting master when he chooses. I'd not seen that side of him before, and it startled me a bit. But it also induced a healthy dose of respect and admiration for this man that understands me on such a cellular level. He inspires me to trust him bit by bit when he proves his ability to master me. It's hard to express exactly what I mean in this situation...ya kind of have to be there....
Malcolm called me on Thursday to let me know that Ian had contacted him and wanted to come and spend the weekend with me, even knowing that Malcolm would be out of town. Ian was asking permission to have another personal moment with me independent from Malcolm. Malcolm also arranged for it to happen, and laid down his terms to Ian, and let me know that he approved, and wanted me to enjoy myself. I was stunned, really, to know that he'd go the mile to set something like this up for me. It went beyond being an activity he approved of, it became HIS PLEASURE for me to do this. More evidence of Malcolm's unending trust and love of me. I'm really the luckiest woman on earth.
Ian did indeed spend the weekend with me. He was fantastic with my daughter, they did the grilling together, and laughed and joked. He gave me another unbelievable night of unbridled pleasure. I came so hard, for real, that I screamed (into a pillow muffled tight over my mouth) like I was dying, and actually burst most of the capillaries in my forehead, under my eyes, and on my cheeks and chin. LOL, we did laugh about that. I told him he blew the top of my head off, and he proudly affirmed "YES I DID!" LOL, he is so damn cute.
I have incredibly tender feelings for Ian, for he belongs to me now whether he wants it or no. I always take care of what is mine, too. My promise to Ian is to respect and cherish our times together, to nourish him in spirit and friendship, and to have him know that we have his back.
My Ian....to many more nights for all of us baby!
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