It was an experience I knew I wanted—but didn’t expect it to feel this intense.

The three of us weren’t strangers, but there was a shared hunger in the air, something mutual and undeniable.

We chose the outdoors, surrounded by New Zealand’s raw nature—tall trees, crisp air, and that thrilling sense of being exposed yet completely free.

It started slow… lingering looks, deliberate touches, bodies closing the distance naturally.

The tension built fast, heavier with every breath.

Being three changes everything—the energy multiplies, the confidence grows, and the desire feels bolder, louder.

Not once did I feel out of place.

Every move felt wanted. Every reaction felt shared.

There was no hesitation, no second-guessing—just instinct and trust flowing between us.

The outdoor setting made it even more intoxicating.

The mix of freedom and risk, knowing we were hidden but not completely, made every sensation sharper.

Skin against skin, the cool air contrasting the heat between us—it was impossible not to give in fully.

Boundaries were there, clear and respected, but within them we let ourselves go.

No jealousy. No awkwardness. Just confidence, chemistry, and pure enjoyment.

It felt primal in the best way—real, grounded, alive.

Afterwards, we stayed close, breathing slowing down, exchanging smiles that said everything words didn’t need to.

Some experiences don’t just satisfy you—they awaken something deeper.

When we finally left, there was no rush, no regret.

Just that knowing look between us:

this kind of pleasure stays with you.

Honestly?

It was bold.

It was thrilling.

And it completely changed how I see shared desire—especially under the New Zealand sky.