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Couple's Coach Finds Bi MMF
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Couple's Coach Finds Bi MMF I'm a life coach and a meditation instructor. I teach meditation as a way to my students remove the first few layers of stress so that it is easier to overcome the inhibitions that commonly hold them back from self diovery. With individuals it is fairly straight forward, but when I work with couples it is a little more complex. But you aren't reading this to learn about my work, you want to hear about some of my more lurid experiences - specifically my sexual experiences when I have worked with couples in the past. When I am with a couple, we go through their issues and celebrations until we finally come to their more intimate issues, and their individual desires and fantasies they never seem to talk about when they are together. For the most part, this comes down to problem - trust and shame. They don't really trust each other to hold their fantasies for what they are and the ensuing shame they feel for having such nasty, naughty and wicked thoughts. Yes, that's better isn't it? This is the part you are glad that I jumped to, right? I began working with a couple on the Upper West Side last year. We had gotten past the basics when I brought up the issue of intimacy. "So, let's talk about the last time you had sex. What was missing for you?" They both admitted that it wasn't all that they had hoped for, which happens to every couple after they have been together for a while. "It's okay, things change for every. We all experience different things. We learn what's new, what other people have started to diover. Our desires change as the world moves on. Let me ask each of you, what are your desires and fantasies?" They were hesitant at first. So I stepped in, as I often do to start the dialogue. "It is to see your wife with another woman, another man? Is it to see your husband with another man? Perhaps it's to have a BBC join you, or to bring some spanking into the mix. N of it will shock me. I'm very open minded and no matter what you tell me, I guarantee you I've heard it before. I've even seen it before or d it before myself. So, it's okay," I smile as I say these words. They both remain silent for a beat or until the woman speaks up. It usually is the woman for some reason. Perhaps they have less angst? But again, that's not why you are reading this. Amy nervously started, "Jay, I've been thinking more and more about some kinks that my friends have been exploring. Things like spankings and role ing. wearing wigs and stepping out of their everyday roles." Her husband, Jerry, smiles at the thought. "That's great," I say. "Is that what you want to explore?" "Yesssss," she hesitates. I chime in, "It's okay, you may find your husband would also enjoy stepping outside the box, just as much as you do." I watch as she wrings her hands and turn to Jerry, touching his hand. "Jerry remember, no judgment and no shame here." Jerry nods, giving Amy an okay to continue. "Well," Amy begins, "And Jay, you're not going to think anything of me because of this, right?" I smile and nod, as is my place. "I would love to watch Jerry with another person, another man. Maybe even join in." Jerry almost spits out his coffee as he hears this. I grip Jerry's hand tighter as I chime in, "Nothing wrong with that. In fact that's not really all that strange. It's a fantasy of a lot of women. In fact I like to think of myself as more hetero-flexible than anything." I feel Jerry try to pull his hand away from mine and I let it go. I hear Jerry ask, "hetero-flexible? Is that like being bisexual?" I laugh, "Yeah, kind of. I'm not really into labels, but it just means I greatly appreciate women more than men, but I'm not opposed to enjoying and being enjoyed by men from time to time. It doesn't make me gay, it just means i enjoy giving and receiving pleasure in whatever form it comes to me. It means I can look past labels and enjoy life, in whatever form it takes." Amy smiles at me before watching her husband's reaction. I turn and smile at Jerry, knowing we're staring over at a precipice in their relationship. "Amy, I want to thank you for your hsty." I'm looking at Jerry. He's a fit and fairly attractive guy. He goes to the gym from time to time but is more of a runner than anything. He's on the tall side and lean. The kind of guy you could see running a 10K rather than a marathon. "Love is Love, Jerry. Is that something you would consider giving to your wife as a gift?" "I shouldn't have said anything," Amy begins as she starts to retreat. Jerry picks up on this and realizes something is about to break. He's losing his balance on the edge and the tension is building. It's palpable in the room as is the electricity. We're all looking back and forth at each other wondering where it's going to go next. We're in a tight circle Amy and Jerry on the couch and myself in a chair. It can literally go in any direction. That's the moment that Amy makes the first move. She moved off the couch and onto her knees in front of Jerry. Kneeling forward she reaches out and touches Jerry's face. She kisses him hard on the lips, then again, and then again, deeper and with a bit of tongue that slips between his lips. I can see his body pushing forward, leaning into her. I sit back into my chair, letting the soft cushions absorb my body as the electricity changes from of nervousness into of heat. Amy's hands are on Jerry's knees and then his thighs as Amy continues to kiss him. I quietly stand and begin to leave the room as I feel a hand on my leg. It's not the petite, smooth hand of Amy, but the mauline hand of Jerry that's holding onto my pocket. Amy breaks her kiss and places her hand on Jerry's, "Stay," is all she says. I place my hand on theirs, looking at Jerry with questioning eyes. He nods, echoing Amy's word "stay." I watch as Amy bends down to unbutton Jerry's pants and slowly undo his zipper. She takes a well formed penis out and puts it in her mouth, as she reaches back to put her other hand on my leg, searching for my penis as well. I can see the lust in her eyes as she pulls mine out, still on her knees and watching herself stroke both cocks. Jerry and I lock eyes for a moment. He shrugs as if to say, I can do this if you can. I smile, look at Amy and nod. Amy brings me over and slowly direct my through my cock to sit down next to Jerry before stroking and sucking on both of our cocks, lining them up side-by-side and trying to fit both into her mouth. She's slathering saliva on both of our cocks and balls as she begins to act like the slut she wants us all to be. After sucking both of us, apart and together, she takes my hand and places it on Jerry's cock and begins a stroking motion that I am only too happy to maintain. She takes Jerry's and and puts it on my penis and sets it off in the same slow and sensual motion. Then she sits back on the overstuffed chair I was on to watch and slowly massage her clit, moving her hand down to finger her own pussy. A moan slips out her lips as her eyes narrow as the start to her fantasy is being fulfilled. I reach over to with Jerry's balls. When I sit up Jerry reaches behind me, placing a hand on the back of my head, pushing it gently down to his dick. I kiss the tip of it tasting the glistening drop of pre-cum that is waiting for me. I look up to Amy, smile, and lick that silver drop into my mouth. I see Amy's eyes glisten in lust as she massages her clit and fingers her cunt like there's no tomorrow. She lifts her body out of the chair to kneel before Jerry and suck his cock beside me. She admitted to me later that her full fantasy was not only to watch men, but to join in and have a full some, even to get spit-roasted between the men, getting fucked doggy style while sucking deeply on a cock. To have the men kiss and over her while she was on her back, getting fucked in her vagina by as the other fucked her mouth. That was exactly we did later on the couch. Amy was on her back, Jerry was fucking her pussy, and I was above her face, fucking her mouth until Jerry would reach over to take my cock out, suck on it, as Amy moved to my balls and ass. When I finally came it was all over Jerry's cock and balls, and yes, Amy was there to clean it all up. She licked him clean before turning to me for a sticky cum kiss. I kissed her back as she pushed his sweet cum into my mouth and I let it drip down my tongue to the back of my throat. It was deliciously pungent, salty and sweet at the same time. I savored the taste as I moved my body to Jerry to kiss him and share his gift to Amy with him. I could feel his mouth spread in a smile as he realized what I was doing before Amy leaned in as we swapped spit and come back and forth between our entwined tongues. My hands<b> traveled </font></b>from Jerry's cock and balls, where Amy's fingers found mine, the up to her breasts and nipples. Moving to her mouth where she sucked my fingers in between her lips before taking them out and placing them back on Jerry's cock and balls. It was a circuit I experienced quite a few times as we continued to stroke and suck each other. Amy watched and joined in, fingering herself to an orgasm when not participating. She would use her own cum to lubricate her ass as she slid her finger in, past her rectum, fucking her own ass in her own delicate way. She would then lick her fingers clean with the dirtiest look in her eyes. As Jerry and I 6'd our way to fingering each other's asses in response, licking our cum off each other's nipples or chins, and generally turning their couple's session into an even hotter some that we all ravished on. We used every piece of furniture in their living room. The couch, bending each other over the over-stuffed chair, spanking and rimming each other's bottoms. Ducking into their stash of vibrators and anal plugs, lubes and dildos. I begin to learn just what a kinky couple they were - especially when they insisted we all watch of their favorite home movies they had d in Bermuda where Amy enjoyed the pleasures of a native BBC - a big, well muled black man who fucked her like a Mandingo. It got us so heated that Jerry and I fucked her hard and rough. Stretching her hands and feet out like we were forcing her into new and strange positions. I still see them from time to time, but if we want to get anything important d we tend to meet in a restaurant or public space. The heat of meeting at my studio or their apartment is just too much for us to bear. They continue to refer me to other people, giving me the low-down on whether this couple or that couple are up for a sexier "meditation" session or for more traditional coaching. I still find myself drifting with couples to this day, thinking about them, and whether it was all a set-up, or just a natural flow into the non-stop fun we all had that weekend. What do you think? Jay |
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Great Read! Very well done!
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7/4/2018 6:09 am |
Thank you and much appreciated. I never quite know how people will respond, but love it when it's positive. xox
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