I (FFM)ucked a girl and I liked it....Part III | 2016

(See below for links to parts I and II) After she made me cum downstairs on our couch, my husband by my side, she said let’s move this upstairs. So upstairs we went. She stayed downstairs for a moment while my husband and I went upstairs. My husband gets undressed, I finally lose my shirt, and we both start kissing each other in bed. She walks in bottomless, only wearing her bra and shirt. She quickly removes both and joins us in the bed.

She comes over to my side and crawls in. Her and I began kissing each other, touching each other lying side my side. My husband moves down toward the end of the bed, and begins licking my pussy and starts fingering her. I’m watching him, looking him in the eye, and know that he wants to move over to her next. After all, I’ve already had an orgasm, and now it was her turn. It is still an odd feeling watching my husband go down on another woman. Hell, it’s still odd that I’m in bed with another woman, with my husband. Doing things to her that weeks ago I could never have imagined, and truthfully completely opposed the idea of ever doing, with anyone, let alone her.

I’m watching him, watching his eyes. I’m watching as he closes them, and watching as his tongue flicks along her clit. I’m also leaning into her, gently touching her stomach, and her beautiful face. I’m listening to the soft moans as my husband pleasures her. She sounds so different from me in her excitement. I kiss her, loving the feel of her soft tongue over my own. It isn’t long before I hear her breathing change and know she’s getting close. She rolls her head back and lets out this beautiful soft moan and lifts her hips into my husband’s face. I love knowing that he can make the both of us feel so damn good.

After she finished my husband climbs up and begins kissing her. When she pulls away, she tells me that it’s time to give him some attention. He lies down, and we both alternate licking his cock. Sucking on him, and it’s funny how our tongues sometimes touched. We actually even made each other laugh because at one point she actually licked my cheek and I remember laughing hysterically. He’s rock hard, and completely enjoying the attention we are giving him. He’s intently watching our every move as we fawn over him.

Then she tells him that she wants to see him fuck me. I straddle him, and slowly lower myself onto his cock. He always feels so damn good. I love how we seem to be a perfect fit, he fills me so completely. It’s still odd knowing that there is someone else in the room with us, watching us. Strangely I don’t feel judged by it, I only feel more thrilled that she’s enjoying what she sees.

She actually leans forward and puts her mouth on my pussy. I arch my back and push into him and into her. I’m trying to give her as much access to me as I can while riding my husband. She has the amazing ability to cum very quickly, in almost any position whether it’s by mouth, or with penetration. She starts talking me through the process in how to hold myself, trying to help my husband find my g-spot so I can feel the same immense pleasure in coming through penetration that she can. It would be fucking amazing if she could. I love the feel of his cock inside me when I come, but the only way that is possible is if I stimulate myself while riding, or being ridden by him.

She moves behind me, and starts playing with my ass a little, and playing with my chest, riding her fingers down the side of my back. I love the play, I love the softness and gentleness of her touch. It’s funny; this position is normally all about the woman riding a cock, but not for my husband. He loves that I move with him, but he wants to be the one to control the speed and the movement.

He asks if he should finish in me, and we both look towards her. She says yes, that she wants to see it. With her words in our ears he starts pumping faster into me, and I lean forward and kiss his mouth, thrusting my tongue into his mouth feeling our tongues intertwining. I kiss his ear, and the side of his neck. Lightly nibble the top of his shoulder as he grabs my hips pulling me more fully into him. I feel him tense as he orgasms and love watching his face, and feeling him pull me so tightly into him. When he’s relaxed I climb away, and then lower my mouth onto his still throbbing cock. I love cleaning him off, tasting the both of us mixed so completely together. Rolling my tongue up and down his shaft, sucking on the head and swallowing him back down in. She actually reached across to his stomach and saw some cum lying there that had fallen out of me, and she reached her finger through it then brought it to her mouth to taste it. I could tell my husband thought that this was so hot.

I left the room briefly to do a little clean-up. When I returned he was lying in the middle of the bed, and she was laying on his left side so I snuggled in on the right side. We lay there, talked, rubbing each other. I was lightly stroking my husband’s cock with my arm as I reached across his body to run my fingers down and across her legs. We just talking, laughed, and enjoyed each other’s company, enjoyed the closeness and warmth of the occasion. No need for covers, the body heat we were creating was entirely enough.

We looked at the time, and it was already 1230. It’s Thursday night after all, a work night, and we all had to be up early. She normally rises around 500, and we usually wake up around 700 for our children. I get out of bed and begin to get “dressed” for bed. Threw on a Victoria secret shirt, with a set of green yoga pants, bra, panties, the whole package. They were still in bed, watching me dress. Once I’m done, I sit down on the edge of the bed next to her. I lean forward to kiss her, and as we kiss my husband says if you keep kissing her like that I’ll be ready to go again. At which point she immediately stripped me of my shirt. I don’t think I’ve ever lost a shirt that fast, and it is probably on my list of top sexiest things that has ever happened to me. It was gone in one fluid movement and then was thrown to the floor. Was told I needed to take my bra off and I stand up, standing there and reminding them of the time. I get these looks back that apparently time does not matter, so I strip myself of my panties and pants and look at them.

I get back into bed, and she and I immediately start kissing. She is so god damn soft. Yet strong, you can feel it in her kisses, and in her touch. But at the same time she is so different, and this entire package of her is an incredible turn on. My husband again goes to her, and begins to pleasure her with his tongue. I take notice but I’m so intently focused on her, her touch, her smell, her taste. She asks me if this is okay, and I remember telling her that it was, and that he wanted to please her and that I wanted to see her happy. When she cums I see her tense again, and wrap my husband’s legs in an almost vice like grip.

I asked if it was okay if I got on top of her… She said yes, and I did. I wrapped my legs around the sides of her legs, allowing my weight of my body to lay on her just so. I saw and felt our breasts press together, the softness of her skin. I kiss her gently. Then my husband comes from behind me and enters me, while I’m straddling her, pressed up against her body. This position made me note, and I hadn’t noticed before that because of her long ass beautiful legs, she had a short torso. And while I may be only once inch shorter than she is, she at 5’9 and I at 5’8, my torso was so much longer. So from the waist chest position, her head was lower than mine. She had easy access to my chest, and was taking turns sucking on my nipples.

I knew with this being a second go for the night for my husband that we probably needed to change up positions. I told my husband to lie down, and I told her to ride his cock and that I would ride his face. She was hesitant at first, as she knows that I’m still not entirely comfortable with the idea of him inside her. (Part of me says he’s mine damnit…even though I already know that in any all ways that matter, he is mine.) She asks me if it was okay, and I said yes. … It makes me feel so comfortable that she really is doing everything she can to make sure that I’m okay with everything, that I’m not feeling pressured. It makes me trust her all the more.

I watch her climb on top of him while he’s lying on his back. And once I see that they are settled in I climb on his face. I know from previous discussions with my husband that this is one of the positions he’s fantasized about, dreamed about. And I’m hopeful that in this position I won’t be thinking so much about him inside her, but more about how good he’s feeling about everything going on around him.
So my back is to her, and I have my eyes on him. Sometimes he opens his eyes and looks at me with all of the love in the world, and sometimes his eyes close as he focuses on the task at hand. So many thoughts are running through me head as we are doing this position, and I’m still not entirely comfortable with what we are doing….and that starts to fade away when she touches me. I feel her start to caress my hair. My long dark brown hair that now reaches my ass. She pulls it to the side, I feel her pull me back towards her, her arms wrapping around me, wrapping around my breasts, caressing them, kneading them. And minutes after we start she cums again, and part of me is damning her because damnit I want to cum like that! But a large part of me is pleased that what my husband is doing to her makes her feel so good.

Once he knew that she came, he began to focus on me a little more. I’m holding onto the frame of the bed, arching my back, riding his face, fucking his face. I can feel myself slowly grind my face against him, pushing myself further and further along the edge. She’s back to playing with my hair again, I love having my hair played with. I can just feel it skimming my skin, and it’s such a fucking turn on. I can feel his arms wrapped around my legs pulling me into him. Finally I can feel myself plunge over the edge, and wave after wave as I finally cum. I can feel him begin to ride her more as he’s gotten me to where I need to be. As he leans back, pressing his tongue fully into my pussy, tasting every part of me. I am so sensitive at this point, this build-up to this orgasm was so amazing, and it was so strong….I could actually feel the tension of everything slip away, out of my legs, and I could feel them shaking it was so intense. I don’t know if it was just that it’d been a little while since my first one on the couch, or if it was the culmination of everything she was doing on top of everything my husband was doing with that beautiful mouth.

I moved off to the side and lay on the side of the bed, and watched as my husband fucks this beautiful woman. In a short amount of time she came again, the beautiful sounds of her moans as she built up to her climax. They talked about him finishing, and they switched to the doggie style position. And I remember him saying that if he did he would pull out of her… That was sort of the thing…so far it still the thing…he can’t finish in her. But as I lay there, apparently I closed my eyes…still sorta blocking out what I was seeing.

It’s amazing to me how when I’m in the moment, when I’m intrinsically involved everything we are doing is okay, and feels so good, and there is nothing wrong in what we are doing. But when I’m…. I’m not going to say odd man out..but when I’m not part of the action, when I start to let my mind think too much, analyze too much, it pulls me from the moment. I feel a hand on me, and she’s pulling me over to her so that she can touch me, and kiss me while he’s inside her. I can feel her tense up again…..another orgasm.

Jealousy is a bitch…and there is nothing I can do to compete with this…and it’s not a competition, I’ll never catch up. Hell my husband will never catch up, but there’s that small part of me that really wants what she’s able to do. What he’s able to help her to do.

Finally at 2 am, it’s time to call it a night. She heads home, and my husband and I talk for a while. This is just that start, it’s only Thursday, well, technically Friday now. She stayed the weekend. She made dinner for us on Friday, and we had an amazing night on Friday, and further on Saturday….. However those two nights completely blur together, and I cannot separate the two into individual accounts, and can’t accurately write them down as there was no time for notes…and no time to put it down on paper.

And if you wonder why I write this, I don’t necessarily write it for you. I write it to help me process the thoughts and feelings of these events. That’s not to say I hope you don’t enjoy reading it, as I know I will enjoy reading it again and again….. But remembering this night….. I’ll never forget this one.

link to original part I

link to part II