storms

My libido has been on the low side. Between heat and children, I simply haven't been in much of a mood for sex. Beloved has been on the other side of that, and there have been challenges there. I don't like saying NO so much...but NO, I just am not there. *sigh*

Thus, yesterday kind of took me by surprise. There was a violent storm that swept through in the morning, sucking out the humidity and dropping the temperature by about 20 degrees. I put in time for a workout and managed the afternoon's disappointments at the college...end result, I am NOT going to be starting a horticulture degree this fall. I am taking classes at the local college and we'll see where that leads. Beloved made plans for Shado to babysit so we could go out and see Dark Knight. All in all, it was a good day and my libido was creeping into fantasies I haven't been interested in for a loooooong time...

By 6 o'clock...trying to make dinner and having Girl whine and tantrum at me, I felt thwarted and frustrated. I teased Beloved about missing me by a mere hour, and he expressed wry humor. He excused me from dinner to bedtime, and I stole a shower and got ready for our movie date. We read books to the children and had them tucked into bed before Shado walked in. I felt a little flustered, but we left pretty much immediately.

I liked the movie. I had a hard time playing through the Colorado massacre, and I was not expecting the symapthetic surge for the traumatic victim of Bane. I loved Anne Hathaway's CatWoman! There was, perhaps, too much stuffed into the story, and there were points that made it very disjointed, but I'd recommend the movie.

It was midnight when we pulled into the back lot. Beloved asked if he should invite Shado to stick around. I was immediately flustered again. I answered negatively, but the nervous putzing gave me away. I sputtered through my afternoon thoughts, and Shado took my face in his hands and kissed me...

They led me upstairs and suggested a "simple" rub-out...I could plead off if I wanted to, no hard feelings...except that I *knew* there would a some very HARD feelings... I lay naked, face-down on the bed in a room flooded with candlelight. My lovers, still clothed, put their hands to work on my shoulders, my back, my ass, my legs, my feet. I was moaning and soft and tears welled up in my eyes.

I've been trying so hard to keep a distance, with both of them for different reasons. Bathed in their passion and love for me was overwhelming. I kept offering an apology, but I don't know if either of them understood. *half smile* I don't know that *I* understand wholly...but I'm aware of just how cut-off I've been. I was finally turned over and kissed by both, each taking a nipple and running their hands over my skin. Beloved squeezed between my legs and was tonguing my pussy while Shado was tonguing my mouth. I clung to both of them, whimpering and gasping where they grinned and chuckled. Soon, they shed their clothes, and my fingers stroked Shado into a full hard, his breath in shortened gasps.

I was feeling shy, unsure, and not able to choose between them. Beloved solved my problem by asking to watch, and soon Shado was settled on his back and I crawled between his legs, lightly running my tongue over his balls and cock. After so many months, I was surprised that I had no difficulty swallowing him, even keeping the pressure light and teasing. Beloved reached behind me and began fingering my pussy, making me groan and building a rhythm. Shado lasted long enough that I was sopping wet when he came deep in my mouth.

There was a quiet moment, and he kissed me. I lay back and my eyes sought Beloved's. He smiled and kissed me, surprising me. I stroked his softened cock a little and found him soon rampant. Rolling over, I took him in my mouth and almost immediately Shado was there, pounding my pussy with his fingers. Rougher, yes, but Beloved responded to the moans and cries I gave around his cock. I felt a new wetness between my legs, for once without the overwhelming guilt and horror that I associate with orgasm. Shado only relaxed his pace a moment, and I had Beloved deep in my throat, my nose buried in his trimmed hair. I gasped and suckled and moaned with his cock in my mouth, and the rhythm built up again. At once, it hurt and was incredible and felt more wetness... Somewhere in a corner of my mind, I wondered that the bedclothes weren't sodden. Beloved came as I did, and I greedily drew his essence before releasing him and collapsing beside him. Shado moved up beside me, and the three of us lay there, panting.

We might have stayed there longer if it weren't for the prickles on my skin. I begged up, and sat on the edge of the bed. My lovers were lavishing me with compliments and making me shy and blush. I retaliated by tickling them, and there was a minor wrestling match before I was pinned between them and threatened that maybe I wasn't done...but it was mostly tease...I think...

Although Shado dressed and I got into jammies, the men snickered about Shado being over again tonight...