Compersion

Giggles echoed through our bedroom as the three of us continued our play.  A night of rope had ended with the three of us playing together in our bed – a nice way to unwind from the event.

After many rounds of groping and multiple configurations, she landed between us, and we focused our attention on her.  He kissed her, I kissed him, she kissed me.  We all got a turn as our hands wandered around her body.

I knew the moment his hand found the center of her pleasure as her breathing and moans gave it away.  And with each passing moment, her voice rose and fell as he started to stroke her clit – teasing it with an expertise that was clear.

I stroked her body, taking a moment to sit back and observe the two of them together.

As he played her body, he watched her face with a satisfied look. Reading her expression – knowing exactly when to speed up and slow down.  And with each adjustment, her song of pleasure grew – louder and stronger.  Her breath increased – her moans got louder – and her head tossed back as she built to orgasm.

Then, her hand flew to her mouth as she bit back the scream as she came hard.

And he watched smiling knowing exactly how to push her – how to keep it going – how to get that pleasure out of her.

Then he covered her body with his own.  Giving her the anchor she needed as she came down from the orgasm.  Kissing her tenderly as the aftershocks rocked her body.

I was happy to watch.  Their joy. Their chemistry.  It made me happy.  It made me happy to witness it.  It made me happy that they allowed me to be a part of it.

Then they both pulled me into their embrace.  We all held each other as she came down.

It was the part of the night I recall most clearly.

I am happy to have witness it.

I am happy they have each other.

Compersion is a state of empathetic happiness and joy experienced when an individual’s current or former romantic partner experiences happiness and joy through an outside source, including, but not limited to, another romantic interest.

It was definitely how I felt about that night – compersion.

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