Leahaven

[twister947]

Travis sounds crude and not very bright.

 

[LeaHaven]

Travis sounds crude and not very bright.

That might be because he is. You are correct, Twister.

Robbie and I may only be 8 years older than Travis (9 years for me come Saturday), but the difference in maturity level is huge. And I don't mean to sound like I am some sort of know-it-all, but to use your words, Twister, the fact is, he is not very bright. His good qualities are that he is very polite and respectful, and he is a very hard worker. He helps out around the house, and he pays us room and board, although I insist on a reduced rate. I am using this opportunity (him living with us) to teach him how to manage money, because he has no idea. He is also good in bed, in part because of his crudeness. And best of all, although I know I haven't discussed it out here, he would walk through hell for me. Robbie said it just the other day. "He loves you to death, you know." But there is more to that story, as Robbie added, "Maybe a little too much."

Yeah, there's that. Robbie and I see that Travis is becoming more fond of me than he should. It is a real concern, and right now, I am not sure how to handle it. But keep in mind that you are reading about what is happening now. My posts about sex are weeks old.

9to5, Cascadiabound, in post #429, I was trying to portray how spoiled I have become. lol Instead, I made it appear that Travis is becoming bossy. I got DM's about it, too. But I should have said that I "accidentally" left my bedroom door open, because it was no accident. And Travis would not have entered my bedroom without permission. The open door is permission. The difficulty lies in the fact that I am trying to write updates for this thread in very short periods of time. And there is so much I don't say, because I don't have time. For instance, I have been bike riding with Jack and some of his friends on two occasions. And me and one of those guys have really kind of hit it off. But I don't have time to write about it. And there is so much happening with Robbie.

And here it is again. There is so much I want to say, but I have to go. I have to start getting ready for work.

I will be back as soon as I can. Have a nice day, everyone!

 

[LeaHaven]

Lots of DM's in the past week or so. Opinions about me, opinions about Robbie, opinions about Travis. Some people love what they are reading in this thread. Some people hate what they are reading. (And then there are the constant requests for sex chat. lol) I never mind receiving DM's, and I never get upset with what they might say. It is all information for me that I always give honest consideration, so I welcome that input. But it is interesting to see that interpretations can diverge so drastically from the exact same words I have written in this thread.

The post I am hearing the most about is post #429, in which Travis upset me that morning, but walked into my bedroom for a blowjob that night. I sure did not do a very good job of explaining that situation.

Firstly, Travis would never enter my bedroom if the door was closed. In the post I said that I accidentally left the door open. I was trying to be facetious. As I have explained in several DM's, I should have written that I "accidentally" left the door open. The quotation marks are one of those subtle things that I missed because I am writing so fast. I fully intended to leave the door open.

Secondly, Travis would not dare NOT come to my bedroom if I leave the door open. I would find that highly disrespectful, and he knows that. I had not thought about it before, but in hindsight I can see that it's not a request. If I leave my bedroom door open, I expect Travis to show up.

Does he check my bedroom door every night? I guess so. How does he know when Robbie and I are asleep? I don't know. He usually arrives around 2:00 AM. Does he wait up all that time? Does he set an alarm? How does he get such a hard erection before he shows up at my bedside? Is he tired at work the morning after? I don't know those answers, and I don't care. None of that is my problem. All I know is that having a hot guy wake me up in the middle of the night with a thick cock for me to suck off is something I really enjoy. I am terribly sleepy through it all, and I am only half awake, but for some strange reason, that is a big part of the enjoyment. You people have all the experience. Maybe you can tell me why I like it so much. But Travis knows that if I leave my bedroom door open and he doesn't show up, I am not going to be happy.

In post #420 I said something like, "Travis had a message for Robbie." That situation also seems to have struck a nerve with some people, but there is nothing to read between the lines. Travis' message was, "I'll soundly fuck your wife for you, because I know you're not getting it done." As Twister so astutely pointed out, Travis is not the brightest light in the room, but he is smart enough to see that Robbie is no bedroom warrior. To be honest, I think most people who know Robbie would suspect that. You don't have to live with us to figure that out. The next day, after Travis had done such a good job of pounding out his message to Robbie, he and Robbie spent a good part of the day working on Robbie's project car. So at the end of it all, Travis has a friend who will show him things about cars and tools he never knew, and Robbie has a friend who will fuck his wife in ways he can't. They both love it!

One other thing. I don't remember what the person asked or said in the DM, but I told him that I have found that I really enjoy writing dirty. It makes me feel salacious, naughty, "dirty girl." I really like being a dirty girl, but I can't say that I know what am doing in this situation. For the most part, I just do what I want. So far, that seems to be working out quite well, because if there is one thing I know, it's this.

There are three people in this house, and for now, at least, we are all having one very good time.

Oh, I almost forgot. "What happens to Robbie after you and Travis fuck?" Sometimes I let Robbie have seconds, although he will literally cum in just a few strokes, or I let him lay next to me in bed and jerk off all over himself while I doomscroll, or I don't let him do anything. It all depends on my mood. Maybe I should let you people reading this thread decide.

 

[LeaHaven]

Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 29 years old. Travis and I are going "out on a date" to celebrate, and Robbie will be our driver and 3rd wheel. I haven't decided what I want to do tomorrow, but tomorrow evening Travis and I will go out to dinner and then come home and have sex. Although sex in the car while Robbie is driving is sounding like fun right now. But the problem with that idea is that I went to the store last week and bought me some sexy lingerie to wear for Travis. It is a really tight, really small, almost see-through striped dress with spaghetti straps. I hate for the boys to miss out on that surprise. And Robbie doesn't know it yet, but tonight I will tell him to put on his cage. His little penis will be locked up for my whole fun day, because exercising my authority makes me happy.

Hmm...maybe I should ask Robbie: Sex in the car or parade around our house in lingerie?

 

[JennyCapricorn]

Travis is young. Im sure he can manage both.

 

[cascadiabound]

Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 29 years old. Travis and I are going "out on a date" to celebrate, and Robbie will be our driver and 3rd wheel. I haven't decided what I want to do tomorrow, but tomorrow evening Travis and I will go out to dinner and then come home and have sex. Although sex in the car while Robbie is driving is sounding like fun right now. But the problem with that idea is that I went to the store last week and bought me some sexy lingerie to wear for Travis. It is a really tight, really small, almost see-through striped dress with spaghetti straps. I hate for the boys to miss out on that surprise. And Robbie doesn't know it yet, but tonight I will tell him to put on his cage. His little penis will be locked up for my whole fun day, because exercising my authority makes me happy.

Hmm...maybe I should ask Robbie: Sex in the car or parade around our house in lingerie?

Happy almost Birthday! Whatever you do, have a great time! Enjoy

 

[9to5]

I think parade around the house in lingerie sounds like fun way to tease the boys. and I love that Rob will be caged.
Happy Birthday tomorrow maybe have the boys strip for you. Its your party enjoy t the way you want

 

[P0peye]

Happy Birthday Leah!!! As the Alpha woman to your sexual surrogates, both Travis and your husband Robbie exist for your pleasure and you provide them with purpose. Being a size queen myself, I can't help but wonder about their respective cock sizes. Would you consider having your husband suck Travis's cock? This would be the ultimate humiliation and I think Robbie would like it. I know that I would if I was in his place!

 

[NancyPan]

Happy Birthday Leah!!! As the Alpha woman to your sexual surrogates, both Travis and your husband Robbie exist for your pleasure and you provide them with purpose. Being a size queen myself, I can't help but wonder about their respective cock sizes. Would you consider having your husband suck Travis's cock? This would be the ultimate humiliation and I think Robbie would like it. I know that I would if I was in his place!

First of all, Happy Birthday, Ms. Leah!
I’d recommend against this. Too far too fast. They have to live together. As an alternative humiliation get out the measuring tape and measure both boys before the cage goes on. If Robbie would be aroused by watching you parade around in lingerie, knowing he’ll be denied and cuckolded, then that is the choice.

To me, goal one is what would be most satisfying to you. Goal two is what is safest for your relationship with Robbie while erotically arousing and suitably submissive for him. Travis is being given gifts and his role is to accept them gracefully and gratefully — IMHO, as a sub male.

 

[LeaHaven]

Happy Birthday Leah!!! As the Alpha woman to your sexual surrogates, both Travis and your husband Robbie exist for your pleasure and you provide them with purpose. Being a size queen myself, I can't help but wonder about their respective cock sizes. Would you consider having your husband suck Travis's cock? This would be the ultimate humiliation and I think Robbie would like it. I know that I would if I was in his place!

Oh gosh, no. Robbie is not bisexual and even if he was, making him have sex with another person, male or female, is WAY out of my comfort zone. I thought what we are already doing is extreme, but I guess we are still "mild" compared to most people on this website.

 

[JennyCapricorn]

Happy Birthday, Leah!

 

[LeaHaven]

First of all, Happy Birthday, Ms. Leah!
I’d recommend against this. Too far too fast. They have to live together. As an alternative humiliation get out the measuring tape and measure both boys before the cage goes on. If Robbie would be aroused by watching you parade around in lingerie, knowing he’ll be denied and cuckolded, then that is the choice.

To me, goal one is what would be most satisfying to you. Goal two is what is safest for your relationship with Robbie while erotically arousing and suitably submissive for him. Travis is being given gifts and his role is to accept them gracefully and gratefully — IMHO, as a sub male.

Thank you, NancyPan. I am sure you have seen my response above.

 

[9to5]

have a fun day for your Birthday

 

[LeaHaven]

Thank you all for the birthday wishes.

There has been a lot of people reading this thread who have expressed concern over my well-being, lately. It is very different from what I am used to. When my parents have something to say, I can always tell that they are more concerned about me making them look bad than they are about MY actual well-being. Because of that, I have always wondered when I was ever going to see the "kindness of strangers" that everyone talks about. Now I've seen it, and it is coming from a place most people would consider to be "bad,"

You people are the fucking best ever!

 

[9to5]

cant wait till we get to hear about the fun you had on your birthday.

 

[Purple_Fronds]

Thank you all for the birthday wishes.

There has been a lot of people reading this thread who have expressed concern over my well-being, lately. It is very different from what I am used to. When my parents have something to say, I can always tell that they are more concerned about me making them look bad than they are about MY actual well-being. Because of that, I have always wondered when I was ever going to see the "kindness of strangers" that everyone talks about. Now I've seen it, and it is coming from a place most people would consider to be "bad,"

You people are the fucking best ever!

Love everything about this. Happy Birthday unless I’m late in which case happy belated birthday

 

[Purple_Fronds]

Sent you a scenario for your birthday fun. It’s fabulous to see how far you’ve come in being your authentic self from when you first started on the forums. You were alway strong and confident but it’s wonderful to see you unleashed. The reactions to you and Travis is because it’s sometimes hard for people to understand that we’re more than one thing. You enjoy being taken by Travis and that’s your right. Have a great weekend.

 

[wouldloveto]

Sex in the car or parade around our house in lingerie?

Tease them in the lingerie.

JMHO

I have read this whole thread and I have to say it is very interesting, titillating, and just plane hot. To hear your perspective of this journey the 3 of you are on is very valuable, at least for me.

Happy Birthday!

PS: I am selfish but to hear about how it would go if you decide on the lingerie show would be great!

 

[cascadiabound]

Oh gosh, no. Robbie is not bisexual and even if he was, making him have sex with another person, male or female, is WAY out of my comfort zone. I thought what we are already doing is extreme, but I guess we are still "mild" compared to most people on this website.

It's a buffet. What feels very over the edge to one person, feels mild or ordinary to another. It's obviously not a competition- you do you...always. For some people, bisexuality is normal and just how they are wired. For others it would be a hard limit no, no further discussion required.

I have to remind myself that often the way people respond to me on an open thread or in my DMs generally has more to do with them and their greatest wishes/desires/fantasies than it has to do with what is actually likely to be resonant for me. It's great you are getting ideas from lots of different folks. Just like a buffet - put the "food" on your plate that looks delicious to you and leave the rest. It's also okay to try something new and decide it is ick.

I believe people genuinely are interested, concerned, and rooting for you. I certainly am. And it is simply out of just pure human care/empathy. I'm glad you are experiencing that here. You just never know where you will find human kindness. Very often, in my experience, not where you would expect it.

Happiest of birthdays.

 

[13Fantasies]

Happy birthday!

 

[ChasBozwell30]

Happy birthday, hope you had a nice day.

 

[Toro1886]

Travis sounds crude and not very bright.

probably just a bit immature and cocky?

 

[Toro1886]

It's a buffet. What feels very over the edge to one person, feels mild or ordinary to another. It's obviously not a competition- you do you...always. For some people, bisexuality is normal and just how they are wired. For others it would be a hard limit no, no further discussion required.

I have to remind myself that often the way people respond to me on an open thread or in my DMs generally has more to do with them and their greatest wishes/desires/fantasies than it has to do with what is actually likely to be resonant for me. It's great you are getting ideas from lots of different folks. Just like a buffet - put the "food" on your plate that looks delicious to you and leave the rest. It's also okay to try something new and decide it is ick.

I believe people genuinely are interested, concerned, and rooting for you. I certainly am. And it is simply out of just pure human care/empathy. I'm glad you are experiencing that here. You just never know where you will find human kindness. Very often, in my experience, not where you would expect it.

Happiest of birthdays.

Exactly this Leah! Well said!

 

[LeaHaven]

Sent you a scenario for your birthday fun. It’s fabulous to see how far you’ve come in being your authentic self from when you first started on the forums. You were alway strong and confident but it’s wonderful to see you unleashed. The reactions to you and Travis is because it’s sometimes hard for people to understand that we’re more than one thing. You enjoy being taken by Travis and that’s your right. Have a great weekend.

I have been trying to build up the courage to answer your questions. I will try.

It most often feels weird during sex, but not always. If we go out and there are other guys around, he makes these comments that make me very uneasy. I usually respond in a way that is not very nice, and it ruins the mood, and we both go quiet. I can't talk about that in more detail out here, but in these forums I have been reading people posting similar ideas. At least I have that to consider, but Holy God! - there is stuff out here that is totally bizarre! If we are having a normal conversation, we get along like we always did. We talk mostly about work and friends and what we might be doing next.

Our sex life is now almost always him giving me oral. Every time he asks me if I had an orgasm, and I always tell him I did, but how do I know when I've had an orgasm? I've read about it online, but different sites say different things. It feels good. Sometimes it feels really good. Is that on orgasm? How long should it take for me to have an orgasm? Because on the rare occasion that we fuck, it doesn't last very long. But how long should it last? We don't make it into any ranges I've read so far, and I know that makes him very self-conscious. I tell him it was great, but he goes quiet. We really don't know how to discuss our sex life.

I know I am the dumbest girl in the world when it comes to sex, but my parents are very conservative and overly protective. His parents are ultra conservative. I was not allowed to have a cell phone until I was a senior in high school, so it probably comes as no surprise that he and I were virgins when we got married.

I could never sit across from a therapist and discuss my sex life. I can't even discuss it with my husband.

I am sorry to have written so much, but these forums are the only time i have ever talked about this with anyone. Thank you for listening.

I just read your scenario. LOVED it!! That will be the new me!

When I read your comment about "how far you've come," I went back and read some of my old posts. The post I quoted above is something I posted over 1-1/2 years ago. I have never read it since the day I posted it, and I remember being SO nervous posting about that to a bunch of strangers. But I was desperate for help, and I had no one to talk to. I was so lost! God, those days were horrible! It makes me teary eyed to think about those days. When we got married I thought we were a match made in heaven, but two years later (when I wrote that post), I was beginning to think our marriage was all a huge mistake. And if it was, I knew my parents and Robbie's parents would be the first ones to say, "I told you so!"

I "ran away" from Literotica for about 7 months. This place scared me. It was like an honesty I couldn't handle. I kept hearing things I didn't want to believe, but in those 7 months, I kept seeing in Robbie so many of the things I read about on here. I got so upset about it, I came out here to delete my profile, but I saw a post (I need to go find it), just one post, and I don't remember what it said, but it struck a chord with me. It made me stay, and finally I decided, "Instead of fighting it, what if I embrace it?"

And here we are. Look how far we've come. And my relationship with Robbie has never been better.

I have to go. I will be back later!

 

[LeaHaven]

I will not give many sex details in this post, because I want to tell you about something important that happened this past weekend.

Overall, my birthday, that day itself, was nice. I teased Travis all day long, at times giving him oral sex in the backseat of the car but not letting him cum. And since all my teasing was right there in front of Robbie, or over his shoulder, since he was driving, I was teasing him, too. More than once, I noticed that little sigh with closed eyes Robbie does when his little erection reaches its hard limit at the steel confines of his cage, but he tried to hide it each time. He didn't want Travis to see, because Travis does not know that sometimes I lock up Robbie's little cock. At one point while I was teasing Travis in the backseat, I removed my mouth from his thickness and I told him "Don't you cum," and then I leaned forward to Robbie and whispered in his ear. "Don't you cum either, boy, but I don't think that will happen, now will it?" I giggled at his caged predicament and then returned my attention to Travis' glistening erection.

All that fun made for a very, very enjoyable birthday. Teasing Travis with my mouth, getting him so hard and then stopping and leaving him so frustrated and complaining. And knowing all the while that Robbie's cock was straining against his cage because of what I was doing to Travis' cock...it all put me in a crazed level of arousal. God, I love this stuff. And I made a note to myself: "A caged husband, but another, more capable lover makes for a very enjoyable birthday."

We went to a nice restaurant that evening and sat in a booth. Me and Travis on one side, Robbie on the other. By then it was probably around 7:00 PM or so. As was planned, Travis and I had spent the day together. It was all planned to be a "date" for him and me with Robbie as our driver. As we waited for our meals, Travis pulled out a small box, like a jewelry box, and placed it on the table in front of me.

"What's this?" I said.

"For your birthday!"

"I told you not to get me a gift."

"It's just a little thing," he said.

I opened the box and inside, nestled in white, cotton-like backing, was a beautiful, red, round-cut gemstone. My heart sank. This was a "lover's" gift, and Robbie and I were already worried that Travis was seeing me as a "true love." Robbie was looking at me from across the table through the tops of his eyes, like he was saying, "I told you so."

I said, "Travis, how much did this cost?"

"Is that all you ever think about?" he replied. "It was like $50."

$50 was too much, but it tamped down my concerns about it being a lover's gift. He told me it is a garnet. He said he knew that it is not my birthstone, but he thought it was a better "fit." I told him it was beautiful, and I asked him why he thought garnet is a better fit.

"Garnet stands for passion, love, protection, and friendship," he said. "That's what you give to me."

God. I didn't know what to say. In my heart I knew it was true, but hearing it from him, it felt kind of scary. Was it a lover's gift or a gift of friendship? I couldn't honestly tell, and I didn't want to pretend like I'm so incredibly irresistible. And while most guys would know that a gift of this sort is very personal, I wasn't at all sure that Travis would know that. Honestly, I would not be surprised if Travis was torn between buying me a gemstone or a really nice pocket knife with an eagle etched on the side. Of course, I have absolutely no interest in a pocket knife, but Travis wouldn't know that. He lives in his own world, and in his world, people like pocket knives.

I don't know what time we got home, but when we did, I went and put on my tiny, sexy dress and heels, touched up my makeup, ran a brush through my hair, and then walked out to the boys. You should have seen Robbie's face. He was like, "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Travis was no different, and he exclaimed, "Christ-A-Mighty!"

That kind of attention feels really good!

I don't have time to go into everything that happened, maybe later, but we had great sex which went on for some time, with lots of teasing, and eventually ended in my bed. I was lying on my side with one leg pulled up and Travis was fucking me from behind, kind of slow like, long strokes, taking his time and "enjoying good pussy." (His words, not mine) Robbie was lying next to us, and my face was right up to his. He was gently kissing my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, brushing my hair out of my face, just kind of adoring me while I bathed in the luxury of a good boy giving me big cock and a good husband whose little cock was fighting to break out of its cage. I whispered to Robbie, "I think he is really enjoying your wife. Aren't you glad?"

"Yes. I am very glad," he told me. We were talking so quiet, I don't think Travis could hear.

"He deserves it, while you're NCD, isn't that right, baby?" (NCD means "no cum day." It's something I made up.)

"Yes, he deserves it," he replied. He gently kissed my face, looked me in the eye, and added, "You always make sure we each get our just rewards."

I smiled so big. I was totally delighted in life at that moment. I kissed Robbie on his forehead and then turned over onto my back, so that Travis could finish his just reward. As he slowly fucked me, he looked deep into my eyes. But it quickly felt like he was fixated on a girl he loved, and suddenly that moment felt less like a moment of sublime joy and more like a moment of deep regret. Travis was getting close to cumming (he gets this look on his face), and with the most sincere voice, he said, "You're the perfect girl." Two strokes later, he began to cum. He plunged his cock as deep and he could possibly get it, and pushed against me with short, buried thrusts. When he was done, he collapsed on me, breathing heavily, but I could feel that his mood had totally changed. The mood in the whole room had changed. No one was feeling joy anymore. It was a room full of sadness and regret. Travis was lying on the woman he couldn't have, and Robbie and I had set him up for this devastating let down. I also realized that all the attention I had been giving to Robbie while Travis was fucking me only made matters worse.

Travis got off of me, and without looking at me, he headed out of the bedroom. I called to him with concern. "Travis!" But he kept walking. He walked to his bedroom and shut the door. I got up from the bed, threw on a robe, and chased after him. I gently knocked on his bedroom door.

"Travis?" I said, gently, but he didn't answer. I stood there trying to listen. "Travis?" I called again, softly, looking at the blank white of the door, but there was no response. Then I thought I heard him quietly crying. My stomach felt sick, and I wanted to push through the door and go to him, but I knew I couldn't. And now my heart was completely broken. I ran back to Robbie, I couldn't stand to hear the sound of Travis crying, and I fell onto the bed. "God, what have I done?" I said, "What have I done?" I had torn apart the heart of a "big dummy," naive and innocent, who loves everybody and everything. He has never meant any harm to anyone, and he would walk though the fires of hell for me. It was all I could do to hold back my own tears.

Robbie tried hard to convince me that I had done nothing wrong, but it wasn't working.

At work on Monday, Erin asked me to do lunch, but I told her I couldn't. "I've got to run an errand." I walked across the boulevard to the shopping center and went to a jewelry store. I asked the woman if she could give me an appraisal on the gemstone. As she looked it over, she asked me what I thought it was worth. I wasn't buying the $50 number from Travis, and I told her $100. She looked at me like I was stupid, and she decisively said, "This is not a $100 stone." I felt my shoulders drop, and I thought, "Wait. Did Travis buy me some kind of fake, $2.00 piece of junk?" My mind was swirling, and I was so confused. A hundred questions swirled in my head. Was he "in love" with me, but he bought me a $2.00 gift? Is that the real Travis? Or am I just a FWB, and he doesn't think any more of me than a fake, $2.00 rock? If so, why was he so upset the other night?

It was taking forever, and she consulted with a guy who also looked it over, then she came back and handed it to me. "I would put the replacement value in the $1,000 to $1,500 range, but certainly not less than $1,000." She might as well have hit me with a brick. Now I knew what I meant to Travis. I put my hand to my mouth, trying to hold back tears, but it was no use. I remembered how happy Travis was for our day together. I remembered how excited he was to give me the stone. I remembered how he ran out of our bedroom. Standing there in the store, looking that poor woman in the eye, as hard as I tried not to, I began to cry. I rumagged though my purse and pulled out my wallet, but the woman said, "You don't owe us anything." I think she felt sorry for me, or maybe she just didn't want a crying customer in her store. I told her, "Thank you," and walked out as fast as I could.

I debated lying to you all about what happened. I even debated never visiting this thread again. I am so ashamed of myself, and I didn't know if I could face you and tell you all this. Travis has been avoiding me, and I don't know how to fix the mess I've made. I am so upset, I even called in sick yesterday.

I don't know what else to say.