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Mx Female A student makes three (threeomes, age gap, poly, wholesome?)

JaceMerner

JaceMerner

Can't draw, but has 1000 words.
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The first time was kind of an accident. She'd maintain that to her grave. It was just a night out, really, and she'd definitely had a little too much to drink but she didn't expect him to kiss her. It was so bold, it would never have crossed her mind. And the way he did it was so cute, so eager, it just caught her completely off guard. She found herself kissing him back and before she knew it her hand was in his pants, fingers exploring their way around his stiff shaft.

She felt bad about it afterwards. Really bad. Partly because of her husband; she hadn't checked with him to see if it would be OK beforehand. How could she have known? But playing around in their relationship was based on trust, and she couldn't deny that she'd broken his. She'd been so nervous to tell him, so anxious about hurting him... But the conversation they had afterward was so loving and open that it just made her heart break for how good a man he was.

The other reason she felt bad, of course, was because it wasn't exactly proper, what with her being his high school soccer coach. She knew it was dirty, she knew it was wrong, but somehow all of that melted away when she was with him. What she had, what they had, was a truly beautiful thing.

And now, with all the cards on the table with both of them, she felt a thrill of butterflies at the bottom of her stomach she hadn't felt in years. She'd reveled in her husband's strong, dominating touch for so long, only to discover how much she loved being able to express her warm, experienced, nurturing side to her... boyfriend? Labels were going to be weird. And when she thought she was going to have to choose between them, life told her this OR could be an AND. She glanced to her husband and offered a nervous smile as he headed out the door for the evening. He grinned a little and waved back, "Good luck, babe. And have fun."

She found herself tapping her fingers on the table, each minute passing feeling like forever. But when he arrived, she knew she'd be able to melt right back into where they left off. Love really was a beautiful thing, wasn't it? The more of it, the better.


Hello! This setup is a little different than what I've done on site. It's actually kind of sweet, I think! Basically, I'm looking to play through the story of three people: a middle aged couple who have an adventurous sex life threaded through with a kind of gentle dom dynamic, and a high school teen who plays soccer on the team the wife coaches (I'd be playing the two men). He'd been nursing a hard crush on her all season, and one night at some sort of event he decides to shoot his shot. To both of their shock, she's receptive to it, and she enjoys being able to be the experienced, nurturing partner that her husband had been for her.

We can discover through the story how a lot of the dynamics work, here. How would the husband react to finding out his wife strayed with one of her athletes? Is it a betrayal, or mostly a turn-on? And how would the dynamic between the wife and the soccer player work? Do they have to do a lot of sneaking around, or does bringing it into the home let them feel more free to explore? Do you think eventually all three of them would end up in a scene together? In terms of kinks I feel like the story could go a lot of ways, but off the top of my head I feel like age gaps, threesomes, exhibitionism, masturbation, secrets, gentle Dom/sub, and sexual awakening could all feature prominently. Let me know what you think, and whether or not you'd like to explore the story together!
 
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Melissa sighs with frustration as she pulls her hand back.



She and Shane, her boyfriend, were sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV under the blanket. Frisky teenagers that they are, their hands had quickly gone wandering under the cover. Melissa had deftly slipped down Shane's zipper at the same time as she tugged her jeans around the curve of her ass, baring herself under the couch. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Shane's hand rushed for her thigh, groping her bare flesh and pushing between her legs. She parted them for him, bringing one foot up onto the couch so she can make room for his touch. Meanwhile, her own hand snaked across Shane's lap to pull out his cock, circling her delicate fingers around his modest shaft. Shane fumbled about, his fingertips jabbing into her sex and crashing over her clit clumsily as he started to get excited, but the illicit nature of fooling around in the living room while the house was up was still thrilling enough to keep Melissa's blood rushing hot under her skin.

But in what seemed like only a few minutes, she felt Shane's body start to tense up. She glanced over at him, trying not to frown as she saw his jaw tighten in that tell-tale sign. Melissa started to stroke faster, working her hand up and down his penis in short strokes as she felt it pulse a little in her hand. Shane moaned a little, completely abandoning the pretense of fingering his girlfriend as he came, and Melissa felt her hand get a little wet from his orgasm as he settled back into the couch, spent. She waited a moment to see if he would summon the energy to try and touch her again, but she saw no sign of a rally as he returned to dully watching the show. Hence, the sigh of frustration.



Melissa settles herself back into the couch, too, a little distant from Shane. It was always like this with him. Even if she got him to focus on her a little bit, she ended up having to do most of the work anyway if she had any hope of an orgasm. He was a nice boy, really; funny and kind, with this cute sandy brown mop of hair. But that fire inside her, that gnawing need... every encounter with Shane just left her feeling more and more dissatisfied.

Melissa jumps a little as she hears a step behind her. Looking up, she sees Shane's dad, Mr. Brooks, approaching. A little panic rises in her chest as she realizes her pants are still down and she has no way to pull them back up without looking completely obvious. Melissa offers him a small smile to cover up her discomfort and she stammers out, "We're just watching some TV."

Mr. Brooks gives the pair of them a slightly odd look, then glances to the screen. "Oh, that's fine. I'll join you."

Melissa feels the hair rise on her skin as Mr. Brooks makes his way around the couch and settles down next to her. Here she is, basically bottomless, sitting between her worthless boyfriend and his dad. Melissa scooches a little bit away to give him some room, but keeps the blanket firmly held down over her naked lap. She looks at Shane to try and silently confer about what the fuck to do about the new situation, but she sets her jaw firmly upon seeing him leaning against the arm of the couch, dozing. "Oh for fuck's sake," she muttered to herself.

"Hmmm?" Mr. Brooks said. He looks over to her and across to his son, and laughs a little under his breath. "I feel like that boy only knows how to do two things: eat and sleep."

"I can't argue with you there," Melissa replies, her tone edged with a hint of acid. She glances back at Mr. Brooks and grins. Catching his eye, she feels a flush rising in her cheeks and turns quickly to watch the TV again. His dark brown hair flecked with gray, his skin a little rough, his short beard scratchy and firm, she has never really noticed him before, and she's caught off guard by how it makes her feel. Maybe it was being left in the lurch by Shane, but Melissa finds her thoughts drifting from the TV program to wonder if Mr. Brooks' ever notices her. She starts to feel a little guilty, but reasons to herself that if Shane had done his fucking job, she wouldn't be so horny and fantasizing. It's his fault, really.

So she doesn't let herself feel guilty when her hand drops back into her own lap, fingers playing idly against the skin of her inner thigh. She doesn't let herself feel guilty when she slides those fingers to her sex, sliding her fingertip in between her lips to slick it before drawing it over her clit. And she doesn't let herself feel guilty when she looks back over to Mr. Brooks, eyeing him from the side, admiring his neatly trimmed hair, his pressed shirt, the wide hand splayed out over his knee, the defined curve of his neck. If Shane hadn't wanted her to touch herself while looking at his Dad, he shouldn't have stopped fingering her when he had the chance.

And it's at that moment, her skin flushed and breathing deep, that Mr. Brooks looks back at Melissa, his green eyes meeting hers directly, and she starts to wonder if she should feel guilty after all.


I've got a few ideas about how the scene would play out from here. Maybe Mr. Brooks just finishes the job Shane left undone, a small forbidden tryst on the couch no one ever knows about. Maybe he invites her to come back to the master bedroom, where Mrs. Brooks is already waiting. Maybe Melissa climbs into Mr. Brooks' lap and decides to find out right there what a real man can be, casting all her guilt aside even if it wakes up Shane. Or maybe if Shane wakes up, he finds himself getting dominated by Melissa and Mr. Brooks, getting the role he deserves.

I'm really interested in where you'd want to take this prompt as Melissa. I think there's a lot of intriguing directions.
 
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