Hello friends,
I assume you have read, or at least glanced through, the previous posts in this series from Part 1 to 9, as well as the latest Pics of the Day which are closely related. In this post and a few more to come, I will continue to share with you about my experiences in the ménage à trois relationship that my husband and I maintained with Francis for twenty years, starting when I was 23 years old, while he and I were lovers and had our separate encounters with my husband's full knowledge and support. In such a long relationship, many things happened, some of which I have already detailed in Parts 1 to 9 of this series, but also in Posts 2, 8, 13, 14, 21, 50, and the Pics of the Day 24, 35, and others; therefore, I will try to only repeat the essential minimum from those posts here.
About a month after having the first threesome with Francis and my husband in August, I had sex alone with Francis for the first time, without my husband present. I think you might be interested in reading the "Erotic Pic of the Day 24" where I recount it; it's a short post, illustrative of the beginning of our relationship, and I think it's amusing. So, from that moment on, I had solo sex with Francis practically every day, of course also with my husband separately, and once a week we had an MFM threesome meeting where the two guys had sex with me.
The reality is that due to my husband being absorbed in his work, he couldn't engage in long-lasting sexual "games and experiments" with me. Generally, we made love in a rather traditional way before bedtime, although we didn't always sleep together some nights because he stayed up studying until early morning in another room. Additionally, he was absent at times for days attending numerous scientific congresses and conferences. Many nights when my husband stayed up studying, he himself would ask Francis to sleep with me, and the same when he went on trips... obviously, I didn't complain.
,[[ Image 1. The two photos you have above were shot by Francis in some of the first times that we spent sleeping alone in my double bed (a few other nights we slept the three of us together), while my husband was studying until the wee hours of the morning in the next room and then he slept alone the rest of the night in a folding bed that was in that room. My husband said it made it less hard for him to study listening to the noises Francis and I made during our sex games and especially my very noisy orgasms, he is a “hotwifer”, a cuckold-husband if you will, and I am a “hotwife” or a “slut-wife”, we are a perfect match. Please keep in mind that I was a healthy and uninhibited young girl of 23 and non-pathological hypersexual (i.e. I had Very High Sex Drive, because my hypersexuality has not prevented me from having a normal social, family, and work life) and Francis was a sort of 26 year old stud with a lot of curiosity and a very creative, dirty, and kinky mind when it came to sex. Francis used the first photo as a reference for the pose for a painting he sold to one of his first art clients. ]]
I want to explain myself: I was deeply in love with my husband and I enjoyed making love with him very much, of course; but I needed more sex and eroticism than he could give me, not because my husband had low sexual capacity or desire by any means, but because he worked tirelessly to obtain a position as a tenured university professor, achieving it exceptionally before turning 30, more than ten years earlier than usual. When we started dating, he knew that I am a woman with a very high sexual drive, and he also knew that he wouldn't be able to fully satisfy me on his own in the early years, at least until he obtained his tenured professorship. On the other hand, I made it clear from the very beginning that I wouldn't give up occasional sex with other men, and he accepted me as I am without trying to change me.
In short, I was a sex-addict and Dan was a work-addict, and since he knew this and loves me dearly, he encouraged his best friend Francis - who was also in great need of sex - to provide me with all the extra sex and eroticism I needed and my husband could not give me. Most of the sexual dirty things and experiments that two very sexually active newlyweds usually do, the mutual and thorough exploration of each other's bodies, the "cochinadas" (“dirty things” in Spanish) out of curiosity, etc. I did all of those with Francis, not with my husband.
Anyway, during the first two years of my marriage I had more sex with my husband alone than most young newly married girls. It just so happens that I was lucky enough to have even more and better sex with Francis, apart from my first fortnightly and then monthly encounters with Olaso, my agreed two summer encounters with Paco, and the occasional fling during my work trips (see Posts 3,4, 14, 24). In other words, frankly, I had a lot more sex than usual for a girl between 23 and 26 years old.
Francis and I tried unconventional sexual positions, we had sex in every room of the house, kitchen, terrace, and patio included. Francis loved to tie me up and then use me sexually, both in bed and in other parts of the apartment. Francis shoved every vegetable imaginable up my pussy and ass and masturbated me with them, as well as things like a hairbrush handle, a fountain pen, and even a broom handle with a condom on the end; I also used toys on him and masturbated him in rather strange ways, just to experiment. Francis impaled my arse with his cock relatively often, which my husband couldn't do because his cock was too thick.
Francis and I went out drinking alone some nights and had sex in pub toilets, back alleys, in the countryside, in the car. Knowing that I am an exhibitionist, Francis and I have gone out late at night and I have walked naked next to him in the street, in parks, in the countryside (I recommend you see Post 13, at least the photos), and other public places which, although empty at that hour there was always a risk of someone seeing me.
Besides, Francis “demanded and taught me” to swallow all his cum in blowjobs to the last drop, and then submissively lick clean as a whistle his cock and balls, he even “forced me” to do that the first times by grabbing my head keeping his cock down to my throat choking me and not letting me go till I had swallowed all the cum, and he was a heavy cummer. No other guy before him, even my husband, asked me to swallow “all the cum”.
Soon I started to love doing that and I still remember the first time I surprised my husband doing it to him. It was during a threesome, first I blowed Francis he came in my mouth, then I showed my mouth full of Francis cum to my husband and lustfully swallowed to the last drop, I thoroughly licked clean Francis as he taught me, including the inner part of his foreskin, then I licked my lips looking my husband in the eye… He just said something like “Wow! Now me”” (in Spanish is “!Joder, ahora me toca a mí!&rdquo and I repeated it on him. I also remember the face of astonishment of Olaso the first time I did that to him, and of Paco the next summer... Thank you Francis for forcing and taught me to do it that way.
, ,[[ Image 2. Although I included the first photo in Post 125 I think it's worth repeating it here. That's a night I was posing for Francis until late while he was taking photos and sketches for a painting, and as you can see I even fell asleep; the life of an art model is sometimes tiring and can even be boring, although Francis always rewarded me later with a good fuck, or two. Throughout my life I have posed for many professional and advanced amateur photographers and modelled for some painter-artists and, with very few exceptions, I have had sex with all of them. I'm not sure if the second photo has already been uploaded to another post, but Francis took it when he woke me up and was just before I asked him for what my gaze indicated... you have no doubt what it was, do you? In the third photo you can see me asleep on one of those long weekend evenings in which the three of us talked about many subjects until the wee hours of the morning: we talked, we had sex, we took photos... it was great! ]]
In the following years men asked for it more and more, possibly due to the influence of porn movies, but few girls actually gave blowjobs while swallowing. In fact, when six years later I was a "hostess" in a private club working for Lalo for six months, the fact that I was listed as giving blowjobs without a condom and swallowing (in Spanish it is called "oral completo" ) was one of the main assets for my success with the members; only one other hostess and I did that. Nowadays, the most normal thing is for girls to swallow, but it wasn't like that at least in Spain so many years ago.
Returning to Francis, you know that in addition to being his lover, I was Francis's art model, and I posed for him for drawings, paintings, and photography, and I also helped him get and manage contracts with art galleries, publishers, and private clients. I was his friend and lover, his model, his muse, and his secretary, all for free because I loved him as my friend, and I wanted to help him in his career as a painter, and I think I succeeded.
Francis spent a year using as an artist's studio the living room of the flat that my husband Dan and I rented , so, although theoretically Francis at 26 years old was still living at home with his parents; however, he worked long hours in our apartment and sometimes he also slept over if he had been working late. So, in the remainder of this post I am going to give you a summary of what a day in my life was like when I was newly married to Dan and had a stable, kinky, and very fiery lover, Francis, with whom I also had threesomes with my husband; that is to say, I am going to talk to you until a little after Francis had obtained the financial means and a portfolio of clients to be able to rent his own house-studio, go and live there and our relationship of lovers and threesomes adapted to this new circumstance: this covers a period of about three years, say from 23 to 26 years of age.
I've never needed much sleep, but my husband even less, so on a normal workday, my husband used to bring me a macchiato (in Spain it's called a 'cortado' in bed around 6:15 in the morning. I would drink it and then linger in bed for a bit before finally getting up at 6:30. I would go to the kitchen and have a coffee with milk with a croissant or some biscuits. Then I would shower, get dressed, and by 7:15 I would leave the apartment, take Dan's Dyane 6, and head to my job as a senior technician at the headquarters of the electricity company where I worked for my entire working life, which is downtown. My usual schedule was from 8 in the morning to 5 in the afternoon from Monday to Friday, with an hour for lunch from 2 to 3 in the afternoon, which was very common in Spain at that time, almost forty years ago. Even in other companies, they gave two hours for lunch, from 2 to 4, but that's truly absurd, and the company where I worked had more 'modern' criteria.
Sometimes I would leave at 4 in the afternoon, for example when I had a date to spend the evening with Olaso the Handsome, but that was only once every fifteen days. In those cases, I would return home around 11 or 12 at night, or sometimes I would spend the night with him in a hotel downtown, not far from my workplace. On those occasions, my husband knew I had a date with Olaso, and the next day I would tell him 'almost everything' we had done, but I would tell Francis a little 'white lie' to avoid going home that evening, because you know he was very jealous, and I never told him about my occasional but stable sexual relationship with Olaso.
But on a normal day, I would leave the office and go straight home, where Francis was painting in the artist studio in the living room. Even when I wasn't at home, Francis would continue painting and drawing, relying on the large number of Polaroid photos he took of me in various poses for the painting he was working on at the time. For example, in the second photo of the Pic of the Day 141, you can see on the bedside table a good number of Polaroids that Francis had taken of me the previous day for a painting he did called 'The Girl in The Mirror'.
Throughout the early years of being his model, Francis took 'thousands of Polaroid photos,' literally, of which I have 'only' about seven hundred that he gave me; he still has the rest, which are better and much better preserved than the ones I have. He also took thousands of slides, which were much cheaper than Polaroids, although he had to develop them himself in one of the apartment's bathrooms. It was my husband who taught Francis how to develop color slides, which was not an easy task, by the way. I have about two thousand slides from those times, but Francis has many more. When digital photography emerged, Francis immediately started using it. He bought a Sony Mavica because the photos were cheap and immediately viewable on the computer screen, although of frankly horrible quality, but sufficient to serve as a reference for him to continue painting and progressing in the artwork while I wasn't posing. I also have hundreds of those early digital photos.
When I entered home, I went to the living room, kissed Francis and undressed myself right there, we groped a bit and I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and wash "the bottoms"; I didn't shower because given "what we were going to do" I would have to shower later. I went back to the living room where Francis was waiting for me already naked and with a couple of glasses of red wine, we toasted, and we went back to groping each other to get horny, I loved kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock a little, but we still didn't cum.
We just got horny, because Francis loved to paint naked and with a boner while I was posing, when the hardon was coming down he would come closer to me, I would suck him a little and he continue painting. Most of the paintings and drawings that Francis did for me, especially during the first years, he painted them naked and with a boner, something that the clients who have those paintings hanging on the wall of their living rooms don't imagine. They also have in a few of those paintings a bit of his semen and my fluids mixed with the paint, oil or acrylic... I never had a child with Francis, though we tried years later. However, the DNA of Francis and me is woven into many of his paintings; in a way, they are like our offspring.
Normally Francis and I were working like that for about an hour or an hour and a half at the most, but I was usually the one who couldn't take it any longer and asked for sex: that is, to fuck (despite my swallowing blowjobs, for Francis and me oral sex was just part of the foreplay on most occasions), sometimes right there in the studio on the mattress, but most often we went to my room to fuck more comfortably on my double bed. Usually it was a straight fuck, as we were both very horny, and in half an hour we were back in the studio continuing the work, him painting and me posing.
By around 8 or 9 in the evening, my husband would return from work, come into the living room to greet us, give me a kiss, we'd chat for a bit all three of us, and then he would head to the kitchen to cook dinner while Francis and I stayed in the living room. Our dinners were always simple, so when dinner was ready, Francis would get dressed, but I wouldn't, and we'd go to the kitchen where the three of us would have dinner while chatting. I've had dinner naked hundreds of times; I loved doing it. After dinner, we usually went to the studio or the makeshift sitting room we had set up in another room and continued chatting for a while, with me sitting on one or the other guy's lap alternately.
If my husband intended to stay up studying late, he would often ask Francis to stay overnight with me. Otherwise, Francis usually left for his home around 11 at night, and my husband and I would go to bed to 'make love' and then sleep until the next morning. Although sometimes Francis would return to the studio to continue working until very late and then fall asleep there on the mat where I usually posed, or he would go to sleep in the folding bed in the guest room next to the master bed that Dan used for studying. More than once, I've gotten up in the middle of the night and gone to have sex with Francis in the studio or the guest room and then spent the rest of the night with him.
If my husband stayed up studying at night, then Francis and I would spend the entire night together in my marital bed, and usually we would have another fuck in the middle of the night, and then engage in oral sex just before getting out of bed, or Francis and I would do it in the shower. So, during my first year of marriage, on a typical weekday, I would have sex two or three times with Francis and once with my husband.
On Fridays, we almost always had a threesome that lasted until the early hours of the morning, and sometimes continued throughout the entire Saturday. Occasionally, even on Sundays as I've mentioned in the previous post talking about the first time we had a threesome, but generally, Sundays were spent just my husband and me, and we would have sex two or three times.
After a year, when Francis managed to rent his own artist's studio, where he also lived, I went two or three times a week to pose there and obviously we had sex, and at least one night a week I stayed over with him. On Friday afternoons Francis would come to our place and we would often spend the whole weekend the three of us together.
Also since almost as soon as Francis and I started having sex alone, if my husband had to work that weekend, Francis and I would spend the weekend in his studio or sometimes we would go to a rural house as I have told you in Post 13 (once again, I strongly recommend you to take a look at it, you will like what I tell you and the pictures), those weekends that Francis and I spent together in that first stage of our relationship as lovers was sex and more sex non-stop until we were exhausted, and it was when we did more "dirty and kinky" sexual experiments together... Some of them really dirty and very kinky as I will tell you in other posts.
On occasions, when I had a day off, it was Dan himself who brought breakfast to Francis and me in bed -he is so considerate! and loves being a hotwifer (a cuckold-husband)- and then he went to work, leaving Francis and me alone for the rest of the day... in those early days, I also called work more than once to say that I wouldn't be coming in that day because I felt 'indisposed' and that I would stay in bed… which was the absolute truth
[[ Image 3. Francis loved to tie me in X to the bed and make me "all over like this", using my body for his morbid and sometimes deliciously dirty "sexual experiments", then he always ended up fucking me. This picture is taken a few years after what I am telling you in this Post and in other pictures of other Posts you can see Francis fucking me like this tied to different beds with those same blue ropes. When he and I went on trips together he always carried them in his luggage, and we were using them for twenty years, I still have them and with them other special friends have tied me up and of course my husband too... as soon as a guy proposes me to tie me to the bed to get laid -and there have been many different guys- I get automatically horny, I can't help it. ]]
As Francis hates condoms but we both love fucking more than any other kind of sex, I kept narrowing down the fertile days of the month... dangerously reducing the margin of safety, and even due to my impatience and lack of control, once at the age of 25 I got my calculations wrong - or maybe I wanted to get them wrong - and Francis and I spent a weekend together locked up in a rural cottage fucking non-stop during my fertile days. When I came home and checked my calculations and realised my mistake, I almost fainted; that month my period - which was in general accurate as a Swiss watch - was more than a week late due to my nervousness; if I had gotten pregnant, I would have had the baby, and Dan would have recognised and treated it as his child. My husband and I knew that having a long-term ménage à trois relationship meant that risk existed, and we took it for granted. When I had my period I would give blowjobs to Francis, and if I wasn't too sore down there Francis would impale my ass.
To sum up: I spent the two first years of marriage with an average of more than three orgasms a day with my husband and my lover, and apart from one or two times a month with Olaso with whom I usually had sex twice if the date was just to spend the afternoon together or up to four times if we also spent the night together... I lived a Sexual Paradise in that first year of being newly married, and I owe it all to my husband's understanding and love. And Olaso, Francis, and also my husband, were three of the most handsome and fit men I have had sex on a regular basis in my life… I had sex with an incredible gorgeous guy years later, an Adonis, but it was just a night-stand thing.
In the next post, I'll tell you how I helped Francis stand out as an artist in the early years, including “some things” I did on behalf of Francis with the mature owner of one art gallery, with the young son of the owner of another, and how I connected Francis with my ex-lover José Manuel so that his law firm could handle contracts with clients and art galleries and take care of other administrative matters, such as tax matters. I also connected Francis with the graphic publishing house for whom I had worked as a model the previous year, and thanks to that, Francis secured his first significant and regular income by photographing me nude for a monthly cheap erotic magazine -just nudes, not porn- with regional distribution and decks of erotic cards.
Have a nice and sexy weekend!
Kiss
Aura
38 comments
Absolutely beautiful!!!!!
Thank you 😘💋
Sexy
Aura
What a great journey with Francis i love... it's busy schedule if me i can't load it olaso dan francis paco exhausted time but certainly it's sexual paradise like u described... yes Francis making sex more eroticism and dirty things i love his mind for me wonderful sexual journey...Dan in this time u are describing before how it's going in this period rare really to husband understanding that see you both in front of his eyes as normal... And After that in the studio u are helping Francis in everything almost in his career... it's hard to finding this in this life but what i need it so much 🤩 About child i know and understand... great friend and as always delicious 😋 pics..as always I'm feeling myself especially in the first 3 pics because of my age I'm in your moments pics now in this time you're really wonderful... everytime i see you i feel i want gf 😍 or maybe next... yeeeees very good to learning me Spanish in your posts it's important to me I'm talking with latinas i want to describe or feel the things that 🤤 i want to tell and feeling together..more Spanish in posts please 😋😋 have a great weekend
Yes Alfedo, those were "hectic times" but wonderful!
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze Absolutely it's enjoyment here thanks for the Spanish i need to learn
You are very beautiful. Great writing. I'd love you to check out my posts and stories ... They are fantasies, but maybe one day .... All the best. 🔥❤️
Hi Thanks you for the compliments! and welcome to my Blog. I checked your Blog too and now I am a follower.
To me, fantasies are very important, I do have a lot too. And it is also important to try to make them real, tough I not always succeed. If you want to make the real then they turn fro "fantasies" to "plans", and have always planned a lot... and even plotted to make real my fantasies
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze You're welcome Aura. And thanks for your comments and for following me back. I will plan to make those fantasies real. 🙂 💋🔥❤️
"We just got horny, because Francis loved to paint naked and with a boner while I was posing, when the hardon was coming down he would come closer to me, I would suck him a little and he continue painting."
I need a muse like that! lol
The things one does when is young and horny!
Yes, I was his muse... and some other things
Kisses 😘
That's an interesting game of 'days and numbers'. 😲
As usual, your pics are intriguing time capsules. 💕
Hi Paul, yes, dates and numbers... 'Data.' I love accuracy, though at times I make mistakes Please don't forget my scientific background.
"'Time capsules'—very well defined! It's like instants frozen in time, which is what photography captures.
Me da pena no haber podido participar en esa parte de tu vida. Pero en fin, lo pasado pasado está. Tu marido tenía que trabajar mucho, yo también y además lejos, y el que se puso las botas fue Francis. Al Guapo tampoco le fue mal, no creo que pueda quejarse. Y yo mientras tanto comiendo guisantes y fish and chips en Londres.
Pero bueno! Que cara mas dura! En Londres comiendo guisantes si…. Pero con tu mujer! Que se te ha olvidado. Recuerdas porque dejaste de “partcipar”? En fin…😀
@Mibelayze
Bueno sí con mi mujer, si, pero tu eres mejor en el sexo de lo que era ella, ni comparación
Aura that last photo of you tops it all. You are a top model for sure.
I am so flattered!!!!
Aura
Aura your life has been and I'm sure still is so interesting. Thanks again for sharing
Your writings are so hot, just imaging being a part of it all with you is stimulating in its self!!
Have a beautiful weekend!
Can't wait to read your next blog
Hugs and Kisses
Hi Rob,
The next chapter will "cum" soon
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze excitingly waiting 😘😘
Such beautiful and stunning photos! It is amazing how the light and shadows dance in unison across your gorgeous body!
Another great segment in the compelling story of you and insights into what you have experienced. 🤩🤗
Francis is a professional painter not a pro photographer, but still he has some artistic sensibility for photography
I will keep sharing my experiences, is a pleasure having readers as you
Kiss
Aura
Kisses Aura, your writings are always an exciting way to start my weekends!
I am glad! I wish you a sexy weekend!
Kiss
Aura
Bullshit
There's no need to be so rude.