A Brotherly Proposition, Part III

LL grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. His lips went to my ear as he murmured, "Do you want us to fuck you down here on the couch or upstairs on the pool table?" 

Never one to turn down a good pool table fuck I gasped, "the table," and he growled his approval. He took my hand and led me slowly up the steps. Part of me wanted to run up those steps, so eager to get my hands and mouths on these cocks, but the torture was too delicious to waste. Besides, I wasn't in control here. 

The upstairs room was large and sparse. A dark wood pool table, the balls haphazardly strewn across green felt took up the far corner by a large window overlooking the street. Not far from the table against a wall was a small couch. It appeared I had options up here, too. Through the window I could see someone walking their dog. That struck me as such a ridiculous and mundane thing to be happening when I was about to have two men use me as they pleased in a stranger's game room. 

LL pulled me to him and kissed me, hard. He slid his hand inside the back of my unzipped jeans and squeezed my ass. We kissed each other hungrily while simultaneously grappling with each other's clothes until we were both naked, his dark skin an erotic contrast to my paleness. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed RJ sitting on the couch watching us with a hand on the bulge in his pants. I hadn't heard him come up the stairs behind us; he was a quiet observer, that one. 

LL placed both hands on my bare hips and walked me backwards until my ass was pressed against the cold hard wood of the pool table. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up to sit on the edge. My legs opened, inviting him in. He shook his head. Again, I was not the one in control. He gently pushed me down onto my back on the table, the clinking of pool balls startled me as he brushed them out of the way. 

He was on top of me then, his mouth and hands roughly exploring everywhere on my writhing body as if he hadn't touched and kissed every inch of me many times before. But today... today wasn't like any other time. I could feel his huge cock pressing against my belly. Finally, he parted my legs with his knee and slid his length inside me. I cried out at the sensation of being so abruptly filled. He began fucking me fast and sure, his shallow breathing in my ear. I cried out, "please, slow down, please," I begged him. Partly because I wanted to savor him and partly because I didn't know if I could take the intensity of him all at once like this. Every cell in my body was on fire, my skin felt electric, my head dizzy. My plea seemed to make him regain some sense of control and he slowed his pumping. We kissed, softer this time and I ran my nails down his back. We stayed like that, keeping up a slow steady rhythm for a few glorious minutes.

Then, "Where's RJ? Tell him to come over here." It was a command I was not about to disobey. I turned my head and made eye contact with RJ. He was still sitting on the couch watching us... his dark cock out and hard... his hand stroking. I flashed him a brazen smile and motioned him over. 

A Brotherly Proposition, Part II

A week later I parked my car in the driveway of a small house at the end of a cul de sac. I walked up to the porch, unfastened the third button of my shirt, and pushed open the already cracked door. My eyes had to adjust to the dimly lit room but quickly found LL's solid muscular form silhouetted in the windows of two sliding doors leading out to a backyard deck. He was as beautiful as ever. Skin a warm umber brown, tattooed in all the right places, jet black hair, and full soft lips that could make me shiver when they touched me, and those deep brown expressive eyes of his.

After my conversation with him last week, I had spent the last several days swirling things around in my head wondering if this escapade was a good idea or was it just... weird. One of my most open minded friends was hesitant and advised me to proceed with caution. I certainly understood and appreciated her concern. This wasn't really your run-of-the-mill threesome, this was a threesome with two brothers. But in my mind, it was just naughty enough, just taboo enough to make me squirm and anticipate delicious possibilities. I knew if I didn't go for it I'd always wonder. Besides, I trusted LL implicitly and he had assured me that he'd talked to his brother about ground rules. Nothing was going to happen that I wasn't comfortable with, condoms were nonnegotiable, and he made it clear that they had no plans to "cross swords," as he put it. 

LL embraced me in a firm, reassuring bear hug and kissed me hello. He led me out onto the wooden deck facing a huge backyard. A lean bodied man with LL's same skin tone and identical brown eyes looked shyly at me as he sat atop the deck railing. 

"This is my brother, RJ. RJ, this is Bella."

What's the protocol for greeting a stranger who is about to join his brother in fucking you? A hug, handshake, high five? We did none of those, just said hello and gave each other slow, awkward smiles. LL slid quietly back inside for reasons unknown, leaving RJ and I to converse alone. 

"So, how are you?" RJ spoke in a warm Louisiana accent that my Tennessee ears weren't used to, but that made my knees nearly buckle with its sexy drawl. I don't recall what I said back, probably something about how I was good and what did he think about the weather here. We chatted for a few minutes and then decided to see what LL was up to in the kitchen. 

Rolling a joint was what LL was up to, and I was thankful. I could use something to relax my nerves. RJ settled on a stool on the other side of the bar while LL stood behind me as we passed the joint around. I felt LL's hands on either side of my hips working his fingers inside the waistband of my pants, massaging gently. His mouth went to my ear and he whispered, "Are you ok? Do you still want to do this?" His words instantly calmed me (or most likely, it was a combination of that and the weed) and I nodded and murmured an emphatic "yes."

With consent confirmed, LL's hands unhooked my bra from behind and his hands encircled my breasts and squeezed as his lips nibbled at my neck. I moaned, arched my back, pressed my ass into LL's crotch, and locked eyes with RJ who was puffing on the joint and watching us with a slight smile. LL unzipped my jeans and wriggled his way under my panties to find me dripping and ready for whatever was about to happen to me at the hands of these two tantalizing brothers.

To be continued...

A Brotherly Proposition, Part I

Even before the pandemic, LL and I liked to take walks and chat. 

"Remember that time I said that I wouldn't ever want to share you, like, at the same time, in the same room? Well, what if I found someone who I would share you with like that?"

My curiosity was piqued. "I'm listening."

He went on, "You might think this is a bit weird...it's my brother."

No stranger to threesomes, I still wasn't expecting THAT. So of course, I said yes.

To be continued...

The Recap That Really Isn't

My visit with Frances was lovely, sexy, hot, fun, wild, and a bit drama filled. Loyalty is a strong and mysterious bird. And I will be completely clear and tell you that loyalty to my friend and respect for her wishes are the only thing that is keeping me from filling you in on the extremely sexy details. It bothers me a lot to have to censor, but I love her more than I feel the need to share a hot story here.

So why even bother mentioning it if I'm just going to be a tease and not give the low down dirty details? Because this blog is meant to be a diary of my sexual journey; where I can tell my secrets to strangers and have a creative outlet for feelings that I can't disclose anywhere else. Its a part of me and even if I am not at liberty to tell this particular story, I want a placeholder here, for myself especially. Because it happened and should be marked in time in some way. And this is my way.

What I can and will do, however, is share this photo from our weekend of debauchery and say that it was part of one of the sexiest and sweetest encounters I've ever had. If I think of it that way, maybe I can temper the nagging bit of resentment that twinges at my brain because I'm restrained from recapping it for reasons I don't agree with. Maybe it can be ok to keep the details of what truly happened during that few days close to my heart and only known to the three people involved. Its a delicious secret that I can relive in my head and have for always.

xoxo,
Bella

reckless

an oldie but goodie. a hot day.

I feel like doing something crazy. Sexually adventurous. Fucking hot.

I am a restless bird. In all things, not just sexually. In life. Always searching for contentment. Not even that, more like searching for something new. All the time. Its exhausting. But when it comes to fruition, it's a high that I can't get from anything else. Its why I love to travel so much. New things to stimulate all senses.

New sexual experiences are the epitome of curbing restlessness for me. And when I want that newness, I REALLY want it. Like now. Frustration comes when I don't see an outlet for it.

Mr. Man and I have had more sex lately than usual and this is a good thing. We are in a good place. We're being more affectionate, more open, more communicative. We are being kinder to each other. This seems to give me more mental room to fantasize and want even more. I'm not sure that even makes sense. Put another way, I'm not worried about where Mr. Man and I are in our relationship, I know we are in a good place. And we both want sexual newness and adventure. This realization frees my mind to think about making that happen even more.

I know I must be patient and this is not something to go about in a reckless manner. But dammit, I just want to fuck and be fucked by another. I want Mr. Man to watch me being taken by another man. To watch me with a woman. I want to see him pleasured by someone other then myself. I want him to experience the new sensations of another woman's touch, another woman's insides.

Patience Bella, patience.

serious and sexy things

In spite of my last post about balance, there have been some sexy things going on as well.

Mr. Man and I have had some hot sex in the past couple of weeks (even a session in an empty house with no worries about waking kiddo and the fact that I could be as loud as I wanted to was very freeing. I may have scared the dog however.) Mr. Man knows just how to touch me and is a patient, sexy man. Also, Best.Backrubs.Ever.

I know I've said this before but life is hard, married life is harder and married life with kid(s) is even more so. Work, child rearing, bill paying, laundry folding, and all of those everyday routine things can get in the way of romance and couple time. I want to do much better with not taking Mr. Man for granted or overlooking things that he does for our family. Our marriage and family unit is the most important thing and I want it to remain as strong as possible. If that means that at some point we need to halt this "arrangement" that we have, I will not hesitate to do so. I love him so much and sometimes I wonder if we are doing more harm than good with some of the decisions that we've made and are making. I want to feel closer to him, not more distant. That's been on my mind a lot lately.

That said, I was lucky enough to have some brief, but very steamy playtime with C-man and M yesterday. M was witness for the first time to the dramatic show that I call "Bella's Orgasm Via Vibrator". Poor thing, I hope I didn't scar her for life. She and I also got a bit of girl time in, which was quite lovely even though I'm still not really sure what I'm doing in that regard. But I definitely enjoy being a student of how to please a woman. Wink wink. It was also confirmed that I still immensely enjoy being the sub to C-man's Dom. There are so many places and levels consensual parties can take that scene...its an intense thing.

Speaking of Domination, the new spreader bar and ankle cuffs I recently purchased didn't see any action but I'm hoping to lure Mr. Man into Bella's Dungeon O' Love very soon to try them out with me. I think the pink spreader bar and complementary pink cuffs will look pretty damn hot with my black waist cincher/corset. It looks good in my head anyway.

Ok sexy people, my eyes are crossing from tiredness and sleepy-time is beckoning. Sweet dreams.

xoxo,
Bella

goodbye sin city

C-Man gave an excellent recount of our last evening in Vegas together but I'll add my perspective here, as always. C-Man is quite the planner and knowing that we would have very limited time in Vegas for sight-seeeing, he had suggested a champagne filled limo tour of some of the highlights. Perfect plan! M and I got gorgeous for our boys and tumbled (yeah, that's a pretty literal description I'd say) into the limo and basically traded husbands. M claimed territory next to Mr. Man and C-Man and I sat sort of together. In hindsight, I sould have sat in C-Man's lap the entire time but I suppose I'll save that for the next limo ride.

It was lovely and sexy. The highlights of which were the free flowing champagne, posing for pictures at the Las Vegas sign, watching the Bellagio Fountain Show and of course, The Fremont Street Experience (which I loved btw)! We are having a great time, laughing, site seeing, talking...and then C-Man points to the other side of the limo and there is M all up in Mr. Man's bizniz! Now why, at this point, I didn't jump C-Man in the limo I will never know. Sometimes I am a complete idiot. And sometimes, I'm still that really shy girl who doesn't quite know what to do with herself.

As N 2 Deep said, we go back to the hotel. C-Man's account of M's boxing out of Mr. Man in the elevator at our floor is spot on but I honestly didn't realize that was happening until he filled me in on M's clever man trapping skilz. I wasn't sure how the swap was going to go down but I guess I didn't need to worry!

Kissing another man in public seems almost naughtier than fucking him in private. Have I mentioned that I laid a quick but passionate kiss on him in the Bellagio earlier? No? Well I did and he loved it I must say. Kissing in the hallway on the way to our room just felt so....dirty...I like dirty.

Vegas in general, the crazy travel schedule and the time difference had made us very worn out lovers. But we managed I assure you. As C-Man said, the rest is a bit hazy. Like an erotic dream you can't quite remember in the morning but try really hard to so you can relive it throughout the day. There was a perfect combo of fucking, cuddling and napping. Enough said.

We had to say goodbye to them that "morning" since our flight was so damn early. Sleep was way down the priority list and Mr. Man even headed to the casino after his adventures with M. I got a text from Mr. Man on his way to the slot machines..."Have fun? I sure did". Cracked me up. Like we'd just been to Disneyworld or something. I love him and I love that M makes him feel so good.

We'll see them again in a little over a month when they make their way south again. I am liking this arrangement very much.

xoxo,
Bella

Brunch in Vegas, Sex for Dessert

This was probably the shortest trip to Vegas in the history of trips to Vegas, but also one of the hottest since we were there with our friends, so I'm definitely counting it as a win. For my recount of the first part of our trip, read this.

Day 2...we played tourist. We met up for a very expensive buffet downstairs at our hotel. Very Expensive. And Mr. Man and I didn't even get the champagne option. I could have purchased a kick ass pair of shoes with what that buffet cost! Although, I have to say, it was sooooooo yummy! I ate and ate and ate. Oh Vegas, you are not good for my belly fat.

After eating a new pair of Jimmy Choos breakfast/brunch we wandered around, checked out the Bellagio, the Venetian, chatted and people watched. The ever thoughtful C-Man had arranged for a limo tour that night so we returned to our rooms to get fancied up for our evening of more sightseeing. Mr. Man and I go up to their room for some reason, I don't remember why. I also don't remember why my wallet was left in their room....I do remember that I "had" to go back up and get it and ended up in bed yet again with a naked M and C-Man. Don't you just hate it when that happens? Yeah, me neither.

This is when I get some girl time with M. Oh my. Girl can kiss. Girl can lick pussy too. I am a lucky lady. M pleasured me for a nice long time while C-Man kissed me and tortured my nipples and breasts. And I mean tortured in a good way. I do like it somewhat rough at times and oh my...happy sexy shivers when I think back... M decided to take advantage of the huge tub and get a head start on becoming even more gorgeous for the evening's activities. C-Man and I, well, we fucked. Its still a bit surreal to be with another man. However, I like surreal.

I will admit that after this session I was feeling a bit guilty that I had been having all the fun so far and Mr. Man hadn't been with M yet. Sure, he'd fucked me the night before but he can do that any ol' time. So I was happy to find out that M had big plans for Mr. Man for later that night....

A post on the conclusion to our weekend still to come. But for now, kisses and spankings!

xoxo,
Bella

threesomes time

Quiet time with the computer. Ahhhhh. So nice. Let's talk about sex shall we? A couple of threesomes in particular. C-Man has recounted his version of what took place during his turn with the ladies. Here's my side...

We've had a great time with them so far, had wicked great sex with all of us in the same room, went out on the town like normal people and just hung out. It rocked. So now what? We have one night left with them before they have to fly back. And so, just like C-Man said, the elevator departure was awkward and weird. But as I've mentioned, I just never could look them in the eye and say "ok, who's fucking who next?". It was just odd. Thank god for the text message.

Back in our room and Mr. Man suggested threesomes...every man's dream right? I was definitely up for it and have always wanted to do that and here was the perfect opportunity. I should mention that it didn't occur to me that this might be against the other couple's "rules" or I never would have suggested it. Sometimes I just don't think. Mr. Man and my rules have been moving targets and we revise them as we go so for me, this was no different. It could have been a major faux pas on my part but it all worked out so no harm no foul. Or is it no blood no foul? Whatever. I texted C-Man with the MFF suggestion and the next thing I know, Mr. Man is settling in for a nap with strict orders for me and M to wake him up after we are done taking care of C-Man. I head up to their room and M and I get busy. And yeah, it was all a blur. A sweet sexy frantic smokin' hot blur.

For the record, this is the session where I go down on a woman for the first time in my life, but hopefully not the last. M's pussy is perfect. And rumor has it that I made her cum, although I couldn't tell. So go me! (I'm saving most of the girl on girl stuff for another post because that's an entire topic of its own for me.)

The logistics of who touches who and when were somewhat easier this go-round because there was one less party in the room. C-Man is much better at recounting the details than I am so be sure and read his post. What I remember most (besides my face all up in M's lady parts) was how much I thoroughly enjoyed being fucked from behind while on my knees on the bed. C-Man is a strong guy and I love being manhandled by him. He knows what he wants and where he wants it. Ohhh, and fuck, when he forced my mouth onto his cock..hard..fuckity fuck fuck. I REALLY love when he gets all Dom on me. And I really want to do more of that kind of thing with him in the future. He has the desire, the personality for it and I'm a more than willing Sub so we'll see...am I digressing? Yes I am...ok.

C-Man was so cute in his post talking about not knowing for sure when he'd see me again and so he wanted me and M to switch places so he could finish off with me. So to speak. Knowing that this man is attracted to me, wants me, wants me to pleasure him and vice versa...that is a very powerful aphrodisiac for me. (You didn't think I knew how to spell that word didya?) There's a sense of sexy power in that. I made him cum. A lot. **evil grin**

Bottom line, it was fabulous. And I felt like such a nasty slut finishing with C-Man only to get half dressed and take off down the hall with M to Mr. Man's room for his turn. I even made the comment to M as we fumbled down the hall in our post sex haze that "I feel like such a hooker". We were giggling at the hot absurdity of it all. I mean, I do have this call girl fantasy and this was as close as I've gotten to fulfilling that. Pleasuring one man and then immediately going to the next man's hotel room for more of the same with a beautiful girl by my side? Does it get any better? Wow.

And so, we enter Mr. Man's room....

And dude is asleep for real! Ha! He was taking this fantasy of being woken up by two naked girls in his bed quite seriously. So we hopped in bed with Mr. Man and made his threesome dreams come true. M was spectacular. That girl was rockin' the corset and her hooker shoes and her tits, holy fuck, her tits are amazing. I love them. Ok, focus Bella...

Since I get to be with Mr. Man whenever I want, I really wanted him and M to have the most time together. I can't even describe how hot it was to watch M on her back being pounded by Mr. Man hard and fast while she hangs on for dear life to her spike heels over her head. Yowsers. I will never get that image out of my head, nor do I want to. But no worries, there was plenty of action for me. I was certainly not ignored by either of them and I gave M's luscious breasts a LOT of attention from my tongue, lips and hands.

After an hour or so (or who knows how long, I was not exactly focused on the clock), our sexy companion leaves us to go back up to C-Man and Mr. Man and I fall into a dreamy state of WTF just happened here? And when can we do it again please?

The next morning we packed up, checked out of the hotel and met our friends for a lovely breakfast coupled with equally lovely conversation and laughter. I can't say enough how much I like this couple. Which made the ride to the airport kind of a downer for me. Remember when you were a kid and you looked forward to Christmas and Santa Claus all year long and December was the most maddening month and there was all this build up of excitement and then Christmas morning finally came and you went crazy with delight and then starting around 4:00 pm on Christmas Day the mental descent and realization that it was all over hit you and you get majorly bummed? Oh, er, um, was that just me? Anyway, it was kind of like that. I was really sad to see them go. Wondering if we'd see them again and when and hoping that everyone was leaving feeling good about everything that had happened between us all. We hugged goodbye and the casual observer would never have guessed that we were anything more than friends saying goodbye at the airport.

I'm happy to report that a trip to Vegas for the four of us is in the works before this year is out. Certain real life things have to fall into place for this to happen but we are planning on making it work! Vegas baby! Bring it.

xoxo,
Bella