Important decisions

The rest of the aftercare went more quickly than anticipated, but was productive nonetheless.

The majority of my concerns were cleared upon voicing the unease I felt this morning; I believe it also tied in with Rina opening up to us more about her vulnerability. Exposing herself like that appeared to be difficult for her, so her confiding in us as she did left me with a solidified sense of security and relief.

Nia had more to say than me, but again, less than I would have thought given the circumstances. Perhaps it was the small talk we shared while Rina was on the balcony, or maybe Rina and I’s honesty with our insecurities put her mind at ease as well.

Her primary concern was to make sure I hadn’t misconstrued her enthusiasm yesterday, particularly in the bathroom, as anything other than the frenetic sexual energy of her enjoying our roleplay after nearly a week of wind up. She emphasized that she meant no offense by that to Rina, and that while she did find our partner very attractive, that was not a major motivation for her at any point.

Her second concern was minor to me, but she felt like it was very important. She came fast and often last night; a lot more than our usual. Because of that, she got it in her head that I was worried she was having comparatively better sex with Rina. She wanted to make sure I knew that she didn’t physically enjoy Rina more, and that the combination of the roleplay and a new type of pleasure had left her overwhelmed. I reassured her I only had positive feelings about her cumming so much, and that she didn’t have anything to be afraid of; I’d already assumed her given reasons were the case. Even if she did like sex with Rina more, I’m honestly not sure it would bother me — but perhaps that was a momentary overconfidence talking in my stead.

Her third concern was a perceived lack of attentiveness. She was worried that she hadn’t given me enough attention during the play sessions, citing her lack of direct touching — she understandably did not count the friction of her back on my penis — or teasing me throughout most of the night’s escapades. She expressed that was why she had been so **** to give me that prolonged blowjob. She craved some kind of servicing touch to show me she still cared.

I understood where she was coming from, and truly appreciated the sentiment, but took issue with blaming herself for how her focus was directed; given the circumstances, it was hardly her fault. I argued last night, in her own words, had been an overwhelming experience. With so much on her plate to acclimate to, there simply wasn’t room for her to act as usual. Frankly, her conduct hadn’t bothered me at all; even still, I wanted to cater to her needs. We compromised eventually, promising to make sure we were more aware of it in the future. Rina swore to help facilitate if need be, which further alleviated Nia.

Finally, we all agreed that we might have been impulsive with Rina and Nia having sex by themselves. I was correct in my assumption that they had waited, it seemed. They informed me they’d actually felt rather strained after I left; how, despite their best efforts, it took time for them to find the resolve needed to do the deed. That said, it wasn't something any of us were opposed to altogether; we just wanted everyone to be more involved and present in the affair for the time being.

Eventually the conversation began to taper off, and we naturally wandered to other risqué topics.

Rina: So you guys legit like when I get all aggro and egg you on? I was worried I was being cringe.

Nia: Yeah man, it's cute when you act like that. It's like watching a puppy get carried away cause they're so excited, hehe.

Rina: …A puppy, huh?

Rina covered her eyes with her hand at that, and looked away embarrassed.

I didn't see exactly what Nia meant by that. Rina’s general attitude did remind me of a hyperactive dog, but from my perspective she came across as rather fierce in the bedroom. As a more submissive person though, my perception was very biased. Perhaps, as a more dominant person in bed herself, Nia saw something in Rina I couldn't.

Nia: Yeah! It’s just a turn on to see you get so into it. It’s like when Em gets all beg-y with me sometimes. It’s soooo...Mmmm~! Makes me wanna squish ya!

Rina: Eheheh fair enough, better to be a cringe little dog than a dead fish I guess.

Nia: Oh my god yes, ew! I hate the idea of fucking someone who doesn’t care!

Emery: That does sound like it would be really disheartening.

Rina: Well no worries, I promise to never do that to you guys!

Rina narrowed her eyes and tilted her head in thought.

Rina: Well actually, we’re kinda getting ahead of ourselves with all this preference talk huh? We haven’t actually, like, sealed the deal on if we want this to be a thing we do on the reg.

Nia and I blinked at that. She was right, we hadn’t made that decision yet. We looked at each other puzzled. Did we want to keep going at this pace? There was no question we were having fun, but with the adrenaline out of our systems we could acknowledge it’s not something we needed to become a part of our daily lives. We could set this up as a monthly thing. Maybe even bi-monthly?

Nia: Well now’s as good a time as any, right? We still have some time until we need to head out, so why don’t we have the chat?

Silence descended as we considered what we wanted to do. Rina was the first to break it.

Rina: Not like my opinion holds much weight here, but just so you guys know, I’m happy with whatever you decide. We can just be friends after this and never fuck again, or we can do this every day til we die — exaggerating, obviously, but you get me. I don’t care, I’m grateful you guys included me in the special occasion at all.

Nia: Hmmm, I think I feel the same as before. If you wanna keep going hun, then I’m down, but if you have other plans then I’ll follow your lead. Your fetish, your rules.