Threesomes, 4-somes and more-or-less somes...

I hadn't seen Jack in well over a week or more, and while I was driving home from Fred-Neck the other morning, my thoughts were on him. The way his body quivers & gets goosebumps when I touch him. With anything. My fingers running over his long muscular torso, my nails dragging over his taut nipples, my teeth biting the back of his neck.

He's told me before that when he is laid next to me in bed while I'm sleeping curled up in his arms, that he gets goosebumps from head to toe. He said his body knew long before his head caught on that there was this "energy" and this dance between us.

I've often wondered just *what* he's feeling that's so obviously electrifying, and making the tiny hairs on the back of his neck jump up and stand at attention. Or what he means when he says I touch him in all the right places. Or when he says he only gets goosebumps when something touches him at a deeper level. Or that he only gets them when his heart hears or feels something that it recognizes to be true.

And now I get it.

Because I've never had them, I didn't *know* that the great sex I was having, wasn't *that* great, until Thursday night.

When I put my hand on the door handle to open it, I paused for a second, and in a flash I thought, I need to establish dominance with this guy. Sean. Same name as my dad. So I popped on my highest heels before opening the door. I was hoping he really was 6'5" like he'd told me.

Minutes after being in the room he touched me. I think he was changing my shoes. My whole body shuddered and tingled and my legs and arms were covered with goosebumps. It felt like this primal fear. Weird because surely I know when I'm physically attracted to someone, and I didn't think at that point I was.

I just wanted Mike #15 to evaporate. Into thin air. I sent him into the bathroom instead. To wait. Indefinitely. Who knew if these *things* were going to return. I didn't want them to stop. I get it now.

Who knows if Sean was feeling anything towards me. I normally could care less. Besides which, clearly you can still have a great relationship together when only one person is feeling the goosebumps, because Jack and I do.

I went into the bathroom. I squatted down over Mike #15 and the orgasm, or the energy that had been building up in the other room, slowly and surely trickled out of my cunt onto Mike #15's face. I rhythmically and slowly squeezed and contracted my cunt muscles to let my orgasm and urine seep out very slowly. I didn't want it to end. Sean came in and whipped out his cock and pissed all over Mike #15's laughable, small dick. I was oblivious, I was *still* cumming. Afterwards as I sat on the toilet about to wipe off, this huge, powerful stream of piss just powered through me. It was like a relief. An end to the orgasm, and the goosebumps.

Downstairs in the club he annoyed me one minute, and then touched me in another. Deep down. On that other level that Jack's always talking about. On a ride in the elevator back up to the room he made me cum. My legs were like jello. I had to take my shoes off and walk barefoot down the hallway. With my body covered in goosebumps. I no longer wanted a 3-some. I wanted one less person in that room.

We wound up downstairs again and off and on the entire night *I* had this dance going on in my head. Like him, can't stand him, like him, ooooh so can't stand him.. until the next time he nibbled on my neck, or kissed me. (I Know.. this kissing thing has GOT TO STOP). But it was sooo good. This fire inside me wanted to push him up against the wall and fuck him right then and there on the dance floor. But then he was pushing me up against the wall. Giving me those goosebumps all over my body again.

Finally we went back up to the room. Losing count of the orgasms at this point. Not really.. there were 4. 4 spine tingling, electrifying orgasms.

I was seriously pissed off when I walked in and Mike #15 was laying sprawled out on the bed. I'd explicitly told him to sit in the fucking corner naked until we returned. I grabbed my paddle, and beat his ass. Until I thought about shoving a double headed dildo up his fat arse. It went in no problem. He's been spending too much fucking time at The Crew Club, sucking dick and getting fucked up the rear end that I could literally have driven a mack truck up there; And. I. Don't. Think. He. Would. Have. Flinched.

Didn't really matter, I just wanted to lay down on that bed, and see if this black guy Sean could actually fulfill the only fantasy I've ever had that I haven't been able to satisfy. So Mike #15 had to go.

Leaving that room later in the early hours of the morning I was now 9 orgasms in. I could barely walk, or think. My body was still covered in goosebumps. And I thought of Jack. So three hours later, I was at his beach house. I needed to love him. I needed to for once in my fucking life, be gentle with him, and just be. The two of us. To not be so fucking mean & careless with his feelings. To do things besides *kinky* things with him.

That night I did something I only reserve for my husband. I planned out a four-some with another couple that I know very well, and took Jack along for the ride. It's every guys fantasy to see two women, and be involved with two women, especially two women who know each other inside out. And it's something I only do with my husband.