Nonfiction: An FMF adventure, Could "Stagette" be a proper term?

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Another post about FMF fun reminded me once again of these events, and that post inspired me to write of them at length. Overall the events written here will NEVER be forgotten but recalling and writing of this has been a very pleasant way to revisit the memories and keep those little bits of things in sharper focus that might otherwise fade.

Should there be a term for a female stag?
Or is it too rare?
The benefits of enduring relationships

Through the many years I’ve enjoyed being the special friend and other gentleman for a few wonderful and couples and the playmate for some equally wonderful single women. Those friendships have often continued far beyond the end of our playtimes, with a few enduring with occasional correspondence for dozens of years. One of those enduring correspondences recently enabled a serendipitous evening of play with two women.

Among the memorable and communicative playmates, Deb was always one of the quiet. private but erotically adventurous sorts, she loved feeling the edges of her submissiveness with spankings, enforced edging and denial, more than a bit of anal play and “directed” exhibitionism amongst the gradients of D/s play. A divorcee ten years my junior, she was a bit shy -which contributed greatly to her arousal when urged to exhibitionism- but that shyness had kept her secret longings to explore her bisexual urges relegated to fantasies she would whisper to me that seemed always destined to be unexplored in reality.

After years of enjoying one another’s kinks when occasion permitted our real life obligations pulled us apart - but we continued a warm and occasionally hot correspondence. Perhaps five years after that change from just around the corner to now several hundreds of miles distant I was pleased to have her tell me of her new housemate Monica, a somewhat younger woman who shared Deb’s enjoyment of Pilates (where they had met), concerts and beach afternoons or evenings out with friends.

To my delight a few months later Deb shyly admitted to me that the relationship with Monica had become playfully sexually kinky. I was pleased and proud that her hesitations of bisexuality had been overcome. Reading between the lines I could tell Deb was thrilled to have Monica taking the dominant tone - a perfect match and perhaps the impetus of their choosing to become roommates? I was (very!) curious but did not get much detail, only enough to understand they were having occasional(?) kinky fun in amongst both of their busy lives. The years played on and our occasional correspondence mentioned only rarely the erotic side beyond Deb admitting that she was getting the “spankings she needed”.

Some months ago I was on travel with some time on my own and conveniently quite close to old stomping grounds. Hopeful but not wanting to impose I mentioned my upcoming travel to Deb and invited her out to dinner to talk about old times. I was quite pleased that Deb suggested Monica join us. I was, naturally, more than hopeful that I might have more to enjoy. Even hot flirting would be fun but I was thinking perhaps a fMf scene? or maybe MfF? Fingers crossed.

Things seemed unremarkable at the restaurant - at first. Then, some firey looks, and a giggle when Monica leaned toward me and stage-whispered, “It’s been years since Deb has been spanked by a man.” I asked for the check.

Separate cars to Deb’s house where Monica was a gracious hostess while Deb initially escaped the obvious sensual tension. Deb emerged in a short silky robe with more than a hint of nervousness. I enjoyed the lilting dynamic of Deb taking a mildly servile mode to Monica’s sweet but firm direction while Monica and I talked of old music, recent concerts and current events. There was a LOT of electricity in the air to be sure and I enjoyed how Monica deftly set a fascinatingly erotic environment that Deb played into.

Maybe fifteen minutes later Deb was across my lap, straddling my thigh in that very same way she would place herself for me years before to be spanked and fondled and teased and "allowed" to grind against my thigh. Clearly Monica knew all about how Deb liked that position but I didn’t ask, just played along and marveled at Deb in my lap, the robe pulled up to expose her round bottom. I also was very aware of the firey, lusty looks in Monica’s eyes.

The transitions from dinner to undressed to exposed to “spank humping” had been surprisingly matter-o-fact with Monica’s playful direction. Deb’s eyes several times showing a look of pleading or a touch of alarm amidst her compliance. VERY pleasant surprises for me as Monica seemed to be very well-aware of many details of how Deb and I had played years before. Monica’s direction led Deb along a familiar ritual. Deb was quiet, obedient to Monica, attentively assisting me with removal of my clothes, folding them and setting them aside then kneeling before me to first nuzzle then suck my cock all too briefly before being told to take that familiar place astride my thigh, her robe open, flesh to flesh.

It was as if Deb and I had been time-traveled back to years before - but now with the added thrill of Monica watching, making alternating coo-ing encouragements or scoldings. Deb liked (craved, perhaps?) the tease, the chastisements, the touches and her desire to “earn” her orgasm was as evident as ever. She rocked her pussy against my thigh, her movements reawakening memories, working her clit against my leg, hips hunching and ass cheeks clenching in staccato rhythms then collapsing into surrender for a few moments more were again her slow rise to a roiling boil. My thigh and knee was immediately slick with her wetness and her ass was turning a hot shade of pink. It was another one of those “wow” moments.

I thoroughly enjoyed the exchange of wordless conspiratorial glances with Monica, the arousal obvious, our collaborations meshing smoothly. Monica teased Deb, verbally and otherwise - discreetly pulling off her own panties and holding them close under Deb’s nose, insisting she beg for “panty time” before crushing them around her nose. Gasped beggings and urgent humping resulted. Seems there were a few games in their play being brought out. Among Monica’s teasing accusations of “bad girl” and “slut” I picked up on the flow, asking if she needed her “bottom play”. Hips rotating clearly to invite access, Deb asked “please” again and Monica was ready with a lovely toy, a smallish beaded plug that went in and out several times accompanied by whimpers then pressed home as I resumed the mild spankings and Monica assured Deb she was indeed a "butt slut".

As I had done so many times before I asked Deb if she wanted to use her fingers. She did, sweetly asking “Yes, please” as she lifted herself a bit waited for my permission before fingers plunging under and between. Deb fervently rubbed and humped her fingers on clit as I toyed with the plug in her bottom. Intended as a tease of course and certainly sooner than she would have wanted Monica told Deb “Stop” and she had to give up the fingers as well as the toy.

Deb asked permission for an orgasm, was denied, and crashed over the edge into her first a few moments later, helpless *because* she had been told “no”. I was delighted, as I had used that same denial to intensify her arousal years before. Begging was often the trigger pushing her to moaning pauses then toppling into that crash and near sobs. Monica’s accusations, my hands “displaying” her and her own obvious arousal lofted the eroticism levels. There were more scoldings.

It surprised me a bit but caused no pause when Monica asked Deb if she needed to ask please to have permission to have my cock. Deb did not hesitate, whispering “Yes, Please!” but was immediately denied, with Monica saying something like “but I thought you preferred MY fuckings” and Deb following with a brief wail. I thought for a few moments that perhaps Monca would use a strapon on her - but no. She WAS allowed my cock after more tease and denial banter, becoming more obvious that this was another part of the games they played - the “bad girl”, begging and being denied - that kept Deb at a high state of helpless arousal.

Deb rolled off of my thigh and onto the ottoman. A moment or five of rearranging and then Monica held Deb’s ankles up and back (amazing flexibility!) and I slapped my cock in the wetness of Deb’s pussy, spanking her clit with my cock before entering. It was a slow, wet, tight entry amidst Deb’s moaning and Monica’s scoldings but once in there were only a few strokes to full depth before Monica interrupted. She gave “orders” for us to move back to the couch so Deb could ride cowgirl. A bit of inelegant rearrangements but Deb’s eagerness made even the clumsiness entertaining - we laughed at our predicament. As Deb mounted me that re-entry was a surprise and delight with Monica(!!) far too briefly holding my cock to find its entry. Deb made more unintelligible gurgling sounds as I thoroughly enjoyed her boobs brushing my face with Monica spanking and chastizing her for liking cock. Deb’s legs did the work with my hands on her ass guiding her pace and spreading those cheeks. She paused and lost it for a moment through another moaning orgasm.

By this time I was very much hoping playtime might progress to my enjoying Monica’s charms or at least to see more of Monica’s body, but those flashes of thigh and ass when she had taken off her panties and the a few other glimpses as Monica discreetly reached under her dress for obvious self-pleasuring was about all I was to see. I was enjoying my role as playtoy for Monica to wield in her pleasuring, teasing and “punishments” of dear Deb.

Focused on Deb and the “scene” and in the back of my mind holding off for Monica I held back from my own orgasm, so when the energy tapered away and Monica directed Deb to dismount the smiles and giggles were my reward. I was good with that and it was very clear Deb was full of smiles as was Monica.

Eyes closed, Deb curled on the rug at our feet, a pillow under her head her robe now draped over her as the afterglow of a quite amazing scene drifted between us. I wasn’t a bit disappointed when (all too soon) Monica, again the director, was hinting that the night was over - at least for me - by thanking me for dinner and visiting. After I had dressed Deb rose from the floor gave me a hug and collapsed back on the couch as Monica saw me to the door.

The email in the morning from Deb was another treasure, only mildly erotic but warmly thanking me and extending Monica’s appreciation as well for a lovely evening. The most treasured is her invitation to be certain to let her know if my travels brought me there again. Wow, just wow.

It has occurred to me that Monica enjoyed the tableau in much the same way a stag enjoys sharing of his wife. Proud of Deb’s attractiveness and her eager/hesitant playfulness Monica clearly was highly aroused by sharing Deb with me - offering her sexually and playing to the D/s resonances in directing her woman.

Not one to embrace labels as they are so often misused, mis-construed and abused still I wonder if “stagette” is a poorly-fitted word to describe Monica’s role. Probably too rare to merit modifying Webster's.

Prof Wood