It’s been hard trying to figure out what I want to say and how I want to say it. I’ve thought about picking out one specific event like Tat suggested, or writing it from 1st, 2nd, AND 3rd person point of view. I even though about just going over the basics and giving you an outline version of the events. I don’t know why I’m having such a hang up trying to write about such a wonderful weekend. So I think I’m going to write this in parts…<\/p>\n
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My first draft was pretty dry and it left me feeling like I wasn’t telling you any of my sensory perspectives. Part of the problem with that is because we aren’t just using these events and write-ups for girl2 entertainment value. It’s also helping Daddy, Tat, and I grow closer and learn more about what’s working and what’s not working for us. So trying to convey the over all picture, put in interesting details that talk about emotions and senses, AND giving out the appropriate information that Daddy and Tat might find interesting is proving to be damn hard. My hopes are that even though I plan to write about the whole experience, that Tat and maybe even Daddy will write their points of view as well.<\/p>\n
So I suppose I should stop stalling and begin telling you a story about a Daddy and his two little girls and their re-introduction to each other. I know, I’ll start it like almost all stories start….<\/p>\n
In the beginning <\/b>…. we took a stab at trying to be a threesome, and it didn’t work out very well. I’ll take the blame for most of it…I didn’t know how to deal with a poly family or the jealousies that usually accompany it. But through some long years of working through issues on all sides we came to last weekend where it was possible to take a second stab at making a threesome work. Being in a threesome isn’t all about sex or scenes, though I have to say this is what we focused on this weekend. <\/p>\n
For a little while now we’ve been working on simply being together as a family, as friends, and as possible intimate partners. It’s been going really well, which I know makes us all very happy. I think we all see the big dream of a small family who are confident, trusting, and secure in their relationship with each other. Seeing how things went this weekend gave me, at least, belief that that dream is possible and probable. <\/p>\n
We had Daddy’s house to ourselves. Having Tat come down so we could borrow her car to go to the Karate Dinner was really just a convenient excuse so she could stay over. I want to start out by saying that I went into the weekend thinking it would be much like the other weekends we’ve shared, despite the new changes taking place between us all. <\/p>\n
Usually, we hang out and watch TV, eat, talk….normal things you do with friends. No one ever has sex, at least with all three of us in the same room, because previously it left someone feeling left out and\/or insecure, and that always had negative effects on the other two. We don’t usually scene when we are together unless it’s a “drive-by” (random act of violence originated from daddy to one of us). We tend to do that at public clubs. The lack of these things didn’t upset me, it’s simply something I’ve come to expect from our get togethers. I was just happy to be in the presence of the two most important people in my life. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
She was very cute when she showed up. The heels she was going to let me borrow for the dinner, black jeans, an oversized white and black sweater, and her hair in pig tails. Both Daddy and I went downstairs to meet her and Daddy helped her carry in her bags. We took them upstairs and dropped them into the bedroom. It didn’t take long for the excitement to start. I had sat down on the bed and Daddy asked me what I was doing and to get the hell up. So I went to stand near him with my hands behind my back like Tat was already doing. Originally he wanted me to kneel beside the bed but didn’t like where that put me and ended up telling me to go sit on the bed anyway.<\/p>\n
Daddy had Tat start taking off her cloths and she ended up taking everything but her bra and panties off. I knew where this was leading. I had been with Daddy when he realized that Tat hadn’t returned a message he’s sent via his phone so I knew she was in “trouble”. Daddy had gotten out his stick (it’s a stick with a long leather thong at the end) and bent her over the bed rail to take a few swats. It was a very playful experience rather then a stoic, serious thing and that was ok as Daddy pointed out that he wasn’t mad. He simply wanted to make a point. When he asked her what she’d done during the week she was in trouble for, I was a bit surprised when I found out that she had also not worn a cuff and had marks coming for that too. <\/p>\n
I wasn’t surprised in the sense that I was “incensed” that she’d do something like that…it was more of a curiousness to me. Because of dynamics, and because Tat is who she is…I don’t expect her to make mistakes or do things wrong. This isn’t something I feel she has to keep up for my sake…it’s kind of nice actually knowing that it’s not just me. LOL But it did take me off guard for just a second as I processed one more thing that made Tat more “accessible” to me.<\/p>\n
The few marks she did take, she took extremely well and it was a very light hearted situation even though I know it hurt her some. She was still all smiles when he pulled her up and I continued to watch with a smile of my own until Daddy told me to get up and take my pants off. He might have even called me bimbo (lol) though I can’t remember.<\/p>\n
You wouldn’t think taking off your pants in front of two people you have been intimate with before would be so….awkward but it was. When I slipped them down, Daddy swatted at me and told me I was taking them off wrong. He quickly had Tat come over to me to explain how he wanted it done. I shifted into thrilled but quietly distant as Tat turned me around and animatedly explained how I was suppose to slip my hands into my pants by doing it to me herself as example. Amusingly enough I went through several emotions as she helped me slide them down to my knees and told me to wiggle my butt (that was part of how to take them off and I’d seen her do it earlier when she’s taken her pants off for Daddy). While I was embarrassed and felt silly wiggling my ass at her and conversely Daddy, it was very exciting to have her so close behind me touching me. We finished the process of getting my pants off and then she slipped her hands under the sides of my shirt, telling me to cross my arms in front to take it off when I gave the most feeble excuse (honestly I don’t know why I bothered) that Daddy hadn’t said to take it off too. The order to take it off came pretty quickly, I’m sure you could have guessed.<\/p>\n
I’m still body conscious, especially in front of Tat and Daddy so I was relieved and happy to comply when Daddy told me to lay down on my stomach across the bed. I have no problem showing off my butt in their direction, LOL. (I know that doesn’t make sense with what I just told you above but go with it….) Anyway, Daddy handed Tat the stick and told her that she could give me a few marks “just cause”. <\/p>\n
It wouldn’t be fair not to tell you how Tat was acting, because truthfully since I know you guys are like me, it’s endearing and delightful for me to see Tat excited and “child-like”. It’s very infectious and just makes me want to hug her. So it wasn’t even a scary thought when she came bounding on the bed with the stick determined to find some reason why she was giving me marks. I don’t remember the excuse she gave but I do remember the swats and they did sting like a bitch. But that was mostly the stick talking. It’s never felt viscous to me when Tat has “topped” me but especially this time, it felt very much like a little girl given a chance to do something forbidden and it was easy to get into the feeling of the moment. I was more then happy to be the “forbidden” for her. <\/p>\n
I don’t know why the next event came so…naturally and uninhibited. Thinking upon it I think it had a lot to do with Daddy’s tone when he told me to turn over and lay on the bed with my head on the pillow and then open my legs. I never thought “oh my god, I look horrible” or “oh my god I know what he’s going to do”. It just was ok and not a problem for him to tell Tat to get between my legs and lick me. It’s so much more embarrassing now to talk about it then it was at the time. There was no embarrassment, just a lot of me happily whimpering and clutching at the bed as I felt Tat sucking on my clit. I remember thinking that no one had done that to me before and it felt really really<\/b><\/u><\/i> good. She tried a lot of different things during the time that Daddy allowed me the pleasure of her mouth and tongue. Remembering her licking at my clit and slipping her finger inside me at the same time, gets me hot even now thinking about it (blush). She remembered that I liked to have a finger on either side of my clit rubbing in circles and I know I gasped several times as she did all this to me. I remember feeling and hearing Daddy use his stick with it’s thong on her and on me during this. I had a moment of worrying if she was hurting, the protective urge, when she whimpered against me. But it was quickly cancelled out by feelings she was providing. <\/p>\n
I know Daddy told me to hurry up if I was going to cum and I know I told him it was “ok” because I knew it wasn’t going to happen before he was ready for her himself. Not for her lack of trying, but because coupled with meds, some small body insecurity, and the fact that sometimes it just takes me a while. He said he knew it was ok and after a minute smacked her ass and told her to get up, and then me as well.<\/p>\n
He had her kneel on her hands and knees on the bed and I saw her pretty ass before I was told to lay down on the floor at the bottom of the bed. He told me I was welcome to try and cum. I watched him find a condom and put it on then get on the bed to fuck her. For a minute while I played with myself, knowing no one could watch me so I was less embarrassed to be doing it, I wondered if he’d taken off her thong or if he’d just moved it aside. The thought got me hot. <\/p>\n
We come to a point now where it’s relevant to mention that we’ve been in this situation in the past. Him and her on the bed, me on the floor with the option to play with myself. In that situation in the past, Tat was probably more concerned with guilt and worry then she was with enjoying herself and I was to busy being selfish and feeling sorry for myself. This time though…we’d managed to stay in the moment, all of us happy to be doing or getting what we were given. It was exciting for me to hear them fucking on the bed, to hear her moans and some of the things he said to her. And a few times I felt that spark that gives you a glimpse of what the orgasm is going to be like. But I still didn’t cum by the time they were finished. And….that was ok.<\/p>\n
I smiled when he got off the bed and she bounced back around to look in our direction. I smiled as I sat next to her on the bed naked, trying to sit in some way that would look attractive. And I smiled shyly when I asked if it was ok if I tried again since I hadn’t cum. He was getting in the shower to get ready for the dinner and told me happily that it was fine if I wanted to try again.<\/p>\n
I hesitated as Tat got off the bed looking at him expectantly for the next direction and he stood at the end of the bed talking to us. He noticed and told me to lay down and to “go ahead”. And again the embarrassment and insecurity surfaced as the two of them stood watching me as they talked about something I can’t even begin to remember. Finally, I blushed and told them they were making it a little hard. They laughed and agreed to go shower and have her talk to him while he did.<\/p>\n
They left me alone with my thoughts and my fingers and it wasn’t long before I heard Tat come out of the bathroom and saw her peek in to the bedroom at me. I made some movement that conveyed that I was embarrassed she was watching me but I heard her say how cute I looked several times.<\/p>\n
It comforted me to hear her say that because I worried that she didn’t find me attractive. I knew that a long time ago she’s mentioned that when I wasn’t my confident self I wasn’t as attractive and I desperately wanted her to desire me. To get to the big dream (my big dream anyway) she needed to find me attractive. <\/p>\n
She left me alone to myself for a few more minutes before she came back with a camera phone to take my picture. If I’d been embarrassed before it was nothing compared to knowing she was going to take a picture of me naked with my legs spread on the bed fingering myself. I protested and she promised not to post it so I shoved it out of my head and let her take the picture. Again, she left me alone to my playing and went into the computer room to wait for both of us to get done with what we were doing. A few minutes later, I simply gave up. It wasn’t going to happen and I wasn’t going to lay there trying to frustrate myself further, so I grabbed my robe and went into the computer room.<\/p>\n
She smiled as she greeted me and asked me “how it was”. I shrugged and told her I gave up, explaining that I thought it was my meds. She sympathized with me and we took a minute to tell each other that we hoped what had just happened had been ok. I think we were both relieved that we were both just fine and happy with what had happened. It held promise for things to come…and trust me…it did.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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