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Preview for On His Orders: Entertaining Three

The second part of the On His Orders series is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. The second part of our story fast forwards a couple of years and sees our main character dutifully taking on three men at her husband’s direction. A preview is below:

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“Perhaps we can finish one more challenge before we get to the room?” my husband asked. “Maybe if you both work together to give her an orgasm on our way, she’ll forgive us all. What do you think, hun?”

I shrugged my shoulders before pressing the call button for the elevator and stayed looking ahead. “I suppose they could try,” I replied to my husband. “But they don’t have much time. The elevators are slow, but I don’t think they’re up for it.”

I knew they could do it. I was so close to cumming back in the bar that I was frustrated that I had to hold it back. Public sex always made me cum fast.

The doors opened and we stepped in. No one else joined us and Nathan and Matt quickly positioned themselves on either side of me. With my husband standing two feet away, both Nathan and Matt ducked their heads down and began kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and could feel four hands on my body. Matt had a hand inside the front of my dress and was playing with a nipple. His other hand slid down the back of my dress until it reached the bottom before connecting with my skin once more. I could feel his hand slide up swiftly until he reached my ass, the tips of his fingers sliding into my very wet pussy from behind.

At the same time, one of Nathan’s hands pressed into the small of my back while the other slid up the front of my dress and started massaging my clit. The dual attention and the change in elevation from the elevator ride caused me to get light-headed and my head to spin; I doubt I could have stayed standing if it weren’t for the two men holding me up. I was so close to cumming when the elevator bell sounded out to let us know we had reached our floor that it was all I could do to hold back my orgasm in case someone was waiting to get on.

The guys removed their hands and mouths from my body just as the doors were starting to open, leaving me to hastily and unsuccessfully attempt to pull my dress down. When the doors opened, we saw that no one was there. “Lucky for you three,” said my husband. “Looks like you still have some time to finish that challenge.”

My husband stood in the elevator doorway, holding the door open and keeping it from traveling to a different floor, but also keeping us in view of the hallway lining the rooms. Nathan and Matt wasted little time in returning to their previous position. I continued right where I left off, feeling myself reach the point of no return within seconds. I stuck my arm out, blindly feeling for my husband’s body and pulling him towards me. I kissed him deeply for several seconds as my orgasm built throughout my body, breaking away from him when I could no longer focus on his lips. 

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My First Orgasm

Alright, I’m back to writing about the good stuff. I had to get a little bit off my chest in that last post, but removing myself from social media for a while is doing me some good.

I noticed the title for this post as a search term that brought someone to my blog recently. Frankly, it was something that I hadn’t thought of for a long time, and it really brought me back. I’ve had so many orgasms over the years, most of them uninteresting and forgettable, but I don’t think I could forget my first orgasm.

I had been touching myself for years by that point, but I had never had an orgasm. I don’t think I really had any idea about what an orgasm felt like or how I would go about trying to actually have one. I had merely been playing with myself because it felt good, nothing more.

Earlier in the week, there was a rumor at school about a girl in the year ahead of me. I was so sheltered at the time that I laughed it off. In my mind, it seemed so outlandish that it couldn’t possibly be true.

Until she started admitting that it was true. And bragging about its truthfulness and that she wanted to do it again. While the guys also told everyone it was true.

I didn’t particularly like the girl. Actually, to be perfectly honest, I really disliked her. I was next-door neighbors with her for a while when we were young and then lived just down the street from her until we went to college, but I always thought she was kind of a twat. But, being from a small town and living so close, we crossed paths quite a bit.

So I ended up listening to her talk brag one day about how she was hanging out with three guys, who we’ll call Nathan, Sean, and Ryan. She regularly hooked up with Nathan, who was two years older than her. Sean was one year younger, and Ryan was the same age.

She said she wanted to get laid, so she simply started making out with Nathan, thinking that Sean and Ryan would get the hint and leave. They didn’t and ten minutes of making out later, she took off her shirt. She said that her pants followed not too long after that, but all three guys stayed right where they were. When Nathan took off her bra, she knew they really had no intentions of leaving unless she and Nathan told them to.

Which she wasn’t about to do. Instead, she says she told them that if they were going to stay, they had to be naked, too. When they took off their clothes, she finished getting naked, too, before blowing all three at the same time. Sean and Ryan came in her mouth and stayed around to watch her have sex with Nathan.

I was so turned on at the thought of being in the middle of three guys, especially because I knew them and something I had previously thought only occurred in porn happened just down the street. I felt good when I pictured it happening. I felt different when I pictured it happening to me.

I had those thoughts fresh in my mind while in my basement, watching a show about the making of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue. I can remember sticking my hand inside of my pants, almost mindlessly playing with myself simply because it felt good. I wasn’t masturbating to the women in the magazine, though. At least not really. I was masturbating while picturing myself as one of the women. I wanted to be the beautiful woman, nearly naked and surrounded by people on the beach who were intent on taking in my every move and every inch of my body. I wanted people to stare at me and make me feel exposed.

All the while, my mind kept bouncing back-and-forth between that and the scene involving Sean, Nathan, and Ryan. I could tell that it felt different than the other times I had touched myself. It felt better than it had before, my fingers were moving more quickly, and the feeling built inside of me in a way I wasn’t quite used to. I wasn’t even entirely sure what the feeling was until it just happened.

So, that’s how my first orgasm happened, aided heavily by some fantasy material.