The Accessory, The Kinky Side

Before we started dating, I was well aware that he was not monogamous. As we began dating, I met each of the ladies that he was dating/f*cking/whatever with and even watched him make out with one of his partners. It instantly became my favorite pastime; it has something to do with the idea of watching him and then getting to sample what I have watched.

The newest girl and I had gotten ready for a party at his place and left our street clothes there. The three of us walked back in a buzz of energy and happiness from a wonderful night. After returning from the bathroom, she was undressed and bent over the couch. She looks so innocently delicious. So, I asked him “Is she staying?” He replied “Do you want her to stay?” With the excitement of a child with a new puppy, I vigorously nodded my head yes.

As we lay in bed, he was sandwiched between us. The party had removed all energy from our body and the bed was a welcome coffin to regenerate in. All three of us fell in to a warm cocoon of happiness and spooning.

The next morning, I woke early with sexy thoughts running through my mind. I crawled on top of him taking care not to awake our sleeping guest. We had our usual morning talk about the plan for the morning and departure times plus general making out. So I asked, “Can we have sex this morning?” He politely replied, “Sure.” I kissed him with all the joy in my heart and reached for his condom drawer. I slide back away from his body and gently slipped on the rubber solider from its gray package with ease. I leaned forward and he plunged into my comfortable spot. “Dear God, how I loved that feeling,” I thought. His untrimmed whiskers roughly glided along my cheek as he pushed in harder. I turned my head to kiss his neck and then his lips while gripping the back edge of the bed. Somewhere between our bodies falling into an exotic rhythm and my quiet moans of ecstasy, our little guest woke up. I felt his hand move from my back and looked down to my left to see two little blue eyes of a light-brown haired girl staring up at me.

A little smile was on her round face and I saw his eyes divert to her. A flash of unhappiness passed my heart at the momentary lack of attention. As I closed my eyes, I waved the emotion from me and focus on the rhythm we shared. I felt my body warmly tingling and an orgasm filled my mind. The sensation of lust and euphoria washed over every part of me. It centralized between my thighs as he dug my hips into him. An evil smile crossed his lips while I raised my head and wrapped my glistening arms around his shoulders. With my lips above his ear, I let out a low moan full of passion and satisfaction. Our audience of one said in a soft voice, “That was beautiful Foxy.”

I sat up from his body and smiled at him. His body tightened and he thrust his hips up while letting out a low, animalistic grunt. My body swooned and bounced to the beating pattern he created. I closed my eyes and let my hands grope for a place to balance myself. Suddenly, I felt fingers interlocked with mine and I opened my eyes to look down at him. I saw that this brown haired beauty was on all four appendages over his body. “I thought you could use a little table” he stated with an evil, boyish smirk and my heart melted at the gesture. I leaned over her and kissed him sweetly for his gift.

Now she was a play thing, an accessory to our world.

During the rest of our interactions, we fondled, smacked, caressed, and poked the little accessory, while keeping our connection with each other. She wiggled, melded, and bent to our every whim and enhanced the connection of each moment. After we had spent all the sexual energy from our bodies, I pulled back to the open edge of the bed and found that the only contact that was shared was my knee to each person’s leg. I looked at both and said, “We look like a triangle vanilla Oreo cookie.” We all giggle and escaped into a moment of pure relaxation.

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