First threesome. First post. [FFM] | 2016

A few weeks ago my lesbian side came out boxing when I managed to set up a threesome for my husband and me.

That’s right, threesome. Me and my husband along with some girl matched on Tinder who was such a desperately horny girl that it took a total of 3 days from swipe to bedroom. Now this is not something that just happened. For a number of years I have been on Tinder swiping away potential females who look like they might be interested in making E’s long time fantasy come true. Time after time these eager females were more than happy to spend time with me, but when the topic came up that a penis would also be involved in the mix, they vanished faster than they appeared. So when this girl happened across my phone screen I imagined the same would be true. This time however, I decided that I would allow myself to spend some alone time with her, even if it meant E wouldn’t be involved. In my mind, I could take a few pictures/videos for my hubby and it would be a close second for him. I mean, what man doesn’t think about his wife making out with another female in their own bed? Exactly.

After hours of panic and debating whether or not I needed to throw up before she arrived or chug an entire bottle of wine, A pulled up and entered the safety of my home that has never known a stranger for a visit, let alone a sexual encounter. We sat on separate couches, both too nervous to admit to the other that this was the first time, neither of us having the courage that once surrounded us through a cell phone screen. We chose a movie to pretend to watch while scenarios and troubleshooting looped through our minds, waiting to see who would be brave enough to make the first move. A casual trip to the bathroom, which I assume was her last ditch effort to look at herself before she was changed to a completely different woman, she returned to the main room and found a spot next to me under my blanket. More time dragged on as I watched her from the corner of my eye waiting for her to give some sort of signal that she was ready. Unlike the boys I had been with before who were the ones making the move on me with I’m sure no regard to my acceptance of it, I was searching frantically for my opening. When I felt her slide her legs open ever so slightly, I knew that she was inviting me. Some fumbling fingers and inexperienced kissing led to this strange woman laying on my couch wearing nothing but a hoodie and a thong. I kissed along her thighs as gently as I could, trying to read her body as to whether or not I was doing the right thing. I pulled her panties to the side and revealed a freshly shaven pussy that looked so perfect I was nervous to touch it. I’ve touched my own before and knew what it would take to reach a climax, but doing it for another woman seemed so much more difficult. I let my tongue spread her lips and caress her clit. She was already soaking wet by the time my lips met her soft skin, and the sweet smell of her freshly showered body filled my nose. I continued to lick up and down her pussy while my hands alternated from firmly squeezing her thighs, reaching up to touch her boobs, and sliding inside her. With moans and squirming of her hips to get closer to my mouth, I knew that whatever I was doing was working. She pulled my head up from between her legs and planted a deep long kiss on my wet lips then whispered, “should we go to the bed?”

I was a bit hesitant—she wanted to go into my bedroom that I shared with my husband, in a bed that his parents bought for us for our wedding that has only known the love between us. But being as this was my breakout experience, I conceded and led her around the corner. We both took off our clothes before climbing into the bed, which again was a whole new experience. My husband is the only one that gets to see me completely naked. And even with him I can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed at the shape and size of different parts of me that used to be much smaller and defined. But A so quickly disrobed that I felt like I was in a race to the bed and my competitive nature overpowered my self conscious mind. Once in bed it was a whirlwind of kissing every inch of her naked body, our tongues exploring the inside of each others’ mouths, her fingers slipping between my wet pussy lips in a place that only E and I have felt, and mine exploring this new canvas of a body that lay under the blanket. We continued like this for a couple hours before my husband came home. He had strict instructions to sleep on the couch and not come into the bedroom and scare away this newfound friend. But of course I couldn’t help but think, this opportunity wont ever present itself again, I have to try. I asked A if she was sure she didn’t want to have a threesome, and she looked up at me with eyes that I have never seen before. A fire burned in the back of her eyes that I’m convinced reached all the way down to her groin. She told me to bring him in.

I went to the couch and told him “if you want to have a threesome you better get your ass in there”. I wish my mind would have settled down long enough to provide him with a much sexier invitation but my only thinking was he needs to hurry before she changes her mind. I rushed back into the room and dove my face deeper into her pussy than I had all night. I plunged my tongue inside and squeezed her thighs with an authority I’ve never possessed. I was giving my husband a view to come into if I did anything else. I positioned myself so that my spread legs would e facing the door, completely exposing myself to him when he walked in while I continued my mission of making A cum. He came in quietly, I’m sure taking in the scene while doing his best not to disturb anything that I had just spent hours preparing for him. I felt his hard cock inside me before I even knew he was close to the bed, which gave me the inspiration to flick my tongue even faster than before. He fucked me while he watched his wife make this strange girl writhe beneath her tongue.

The sex continued throughout the night. I was empowered by having both of these naked bodies before me, myself being the bond that held the triangle together. I told A where to touch me and when to touch E. I told him who to kiss and how. I rode his dick and her face, kissed her, licked her at the same time that he did, I sucked his cock while he licked her pussy. The combinations were endless. It was a passion that didn’t fade, all three of us eager to make the next person moan out loader than before. E made sure that no matter what my instructions were he kept one eye on me. He knows how I am and I can imagine he was worried that I would change my mind during the middle of the night on whether or not this was a good idea. I reassured him with my tongue and my dripping pussy that he was doing everything right and that this show would go on until tomorrow morning. Cum, sweat, spit, and juices flowing from our pussies covered the three of us at one point or another throughout the night.

It is something that my husband and I now have between us that will change our lives forever. We will always have that extremely passionate and wild night with a complete stranger. The mystery, the arousal, the excitement—those are things that cannot be described in words. I could always go into more detail about the sex if people showed some interest in that ;)