I Had a MFF Threesome in a Sex Hotel
I helped a couple improve their relationship and had fun, too.
A couple of weeks ago, I sent you a newsletter entitled, Stay in a Sex Hotel With Your Partner to Cure Your Sexual Rut. In it, I wrote about Medium writer Anne Shark’s story about curing her sexual dry spell by staying in a sex hotel with her partner.
I also said to stay tuned for a sexy story about my own experience at a sex hotel arriving in your inbox soon.
Well, here it is:
I Had a MFF Threesome in a Sex Hotel
Jess’s body swayed like the fronds of the palm trees that grew everywhere on the beach at the resort in the Caribbean where we were both staying.
This wasn’t just any resort. It was a sex resort.
I’d come to this resort to explore. I didn’t know what to expect but I was figuring that out.
I was happy to find Jess.
Little did I know, I would end up having a threesome with her and her husband, Greg. My introduction into their lovemaking would spice up their relationship.
This is one way that couples can make their sex lives more exciting at sex hotels and resorts.
Dancing with Jess was blissful.
Jess was strikingly tall, maybe even six feet — four inches taller than myself. I watched transfixed as she danced on the discotheque floor, sandwiched between two other men.
As she moved, her long, blond hair flowed over her shoulders, dripping to a point in the middle of her spine. Colored lights bounced off the surfaces of her high cheekbones. She danced with her eyes closed, her head thrown back.
Her red-latex dress clung to her slim form, a slit in the material cutting high up her thigh. Her pale skin glowed.
Clearly, she hadn’t spent a single minute on the beach. Sun drenched the days here. My own skin was bronzed.
When she opened her eyes again, to my utter amazement, she and I made eye contact.
I didn’t look away. Neither did she.
She slid out from between the two men she was with and glided liquidly over to where I was.
Within seconds, we were moving together, her hands crawling over my hips. I would discover later that she was on the same mood-enhancing stimulant that I was enjoying.
I wore a miniskirt and a top that exposed my midriff. As she touched my skin, her fingertips felt moist.
We both began to sweat as we danced. The night was sultry, only slightly less burning than the day.
I remember her skin feeling preternaturally soft as I ran my own hands over her body. I breathed in and exhaled the humid night air.
Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be alive.
“You two having fun?” a man emerged, decidedly less attractive than Jess was, pasty white and ginger-haired. He was Jess’s husband, and I’d find out later he was a doctor.
“Your husband doesn’t care that you dance with other people?” I asked. I imagined he’d care less about her dancing with me than dancing between the two men.
“Not at all,” she said. “We’re swingers. He likes me to have pleasure with whomever I want.”
Jess invited me back to their room for a threesome.
Jess and Greg knew exactly what they wanted out of their experience at a sex resort. Soon, I’d received an invitation back to their hotel room.
Jess was the one who invited me. She wanted to share Greg with me.
No, I wasn’t as into Greg as I was Jess. I knew having a threesome with them meant I was going to have sex with both of them.
I was okay with that.
Light shone in globules as we made our way down the path that led back to their room. (Yes, I was definitely having an enhanced experience.)
Once in their room, our clothes came off. On their bed, we all kissed at once.
Our mouths joined, our three tongues intermingled. We touched each other at the same time.
Six hands crept over three bodies, two pairs feminine, one male. Then we changed positions.
Greg pleasured me with his fingers while I pleasured Jess with my tongue. Then we switched so she was pleasuring me.
At some point, Greg left the bed to sit in a chair. He watched while Jess and I played with each other.
He enjoyed the show but his retreat also made the experience less awkward. It wasn’t three people fighting to position themselves to experience the most pleasure. The male partner was okay letting the girls have all the fun.
“Can Greg have sex with you?” Jess whispered in my ear after we’d been playing with each other for a while.
I said yes, and that was when Jess moved off the bed.
She then became the observer, watching as Greg took me. But she was still participating.
“I love you, baby,” she kept repeating while Greg and I had sex.
It was clear that for Jess, sharing her man with me was an expression of her love for him. She received pleasure from watching him receive it.
I helped improve their connection by having sex with them.
It was late when we finished, so I went back to my room. I don’t know what happened once I left, but Jess and Greg seemed to have an agreement about such things because our encounter was free of any drama or stress.
The next evening at dinner, I ran into them as we were staying in the same hotel. We shared a drink and talked a little, but no one made plans to meet again. We were tired from partying the night before.
Besides, early the next morning, Greg and Jess were flying back to the small town where they lived in the States. I never saw or spoke to them again.
I didn’t feel bad about that. They had a relationship, and I was not part of it.
But I still feel like I helped to make their relationship a little better.
As I said, this is one way that couples can improve their sex lives—by inviting new partners into the bedroom with them.
My introduction to Jess and Greg’s relationship was simply to heighten their connection. And yet, I feel like I got something out of it, too.
What do you think? Please let me know in the comments.
Anything constructive and relatively painless is always a good thing. Even before my swinger days both alone and with my wife, I never stood a snowball's chance on Mount Etna of such an adventure, and now I'm sure I'm a bit old for such a thing. I am happy that you were able to enjoy such a beautiful entwining, MW.