So Neil II calls me and tells me that his wife’s best friend Julie is going to be coming over and he wants to fuck her. I’m thinking - okay - he really is doing a fantasy in his mind, right? um… wrong. Now - granted I don’t know if Julie is who he says she is or not - and I don’t even mind - what I’m excited about much more than any fact checker is this on the up and up or whatever is this: I get to hear this man fuck a woman. I got out the candles and everything - I was that excited. But it was not to be. What to be was even better.

Neil told me a fantasy and involved only me in the fantasy - while in reality - Julie was sitting across from him - playing with herself and listening to me weave this tale of babysitter caught by husband while boyfriend watches me all on webcam. By the end of the fantasy - I don’t know how many people were in that room with me and Neil - but at the very end there were the two of them… Julie’s soft moans coming thru the telephone while she sucked his hard cock - and Neil’s groans as he reached a satisfying orgasm.

It isn’t every day that I get to play with 2 people on the phone…and when it happens - the few times it happens (one other time was with “my puppie” and his girlfriend… and I mean “puppie” in the non bestiality way, people!!) I count it as an extreme …. gift. 2 is company 3 is a crowd and all that, ya know.

So thanks neil and julie for inviting me in and sharing yourselves and your kinky thoughts with me the other nite.

I’ve been sitting here for the past hour (no lie) trying to put down what I want to say about the whole 3 some thing. I have been in one - yes. And I don’t know if I could ever do it again… unless it was with someone I was having (only?) a physical relationship with. And why exactly is that? I’ve been watching 6 feet under - and my favorite character, David, had a 3 some with his gay lover Keith. Um… yeah - it was hot, too. So anyways - afterwards the guy (the 3 in the some) got up and made breakfast for them. I really was mad. I was yelling at the television which I always do which I also know is always annoying - but whatever. Anyways - I was yelling at the guy. His name was Sarge. “Sarge - get the f out of there. damn.” Moment over, ya know? That’s like over kill - like when a guy makes you cum fifty times and still wants to suck with the same intensity on your clit. It’s just overkill. Know when to stop - and know when to leave. The appropriate time to leave is after you cum. Don’t sleep in the bed with the 2 some. Get your 3 some ass out of there. Moment over. And here is Sarge - up in the kitchen making eggs. I was just annoyed. Really annoyed. (can you tell?).

But maybe sitting here for an hour was just plain stupid. Maybe I already answered myself and solved the whole 3 some mystery. LOL! I guess I said it all earlier when I mentioned the whole moment over thing. The 3 in the some just needs to know when the moment is over and then promptly and politely leave.

After 50 minutes on the phone with neil and julie I left. Moment(s) over. I’m sure the 2 of them got up after a little nap and made themselves eggs and toast and had a wonderful time remembering it. At least I hope they did.

So ok. Issue solved. I, CeCe, would have a 3 some with: 2 other girls - 1 girl and 1 boy - 2 boys (actually been there done that) if and only if … the 3 in the some knew when to leave - and did so at the appropriate time. VOILA!

Having solved that intense mystery I can now sleep!!