Three's Company

I was living a double life. I had to make it stop. She and i talked about it. We discussed how to keep this up. She knew what was happening to me. I was turning into a liar and cheat, things neither of us liked. We talked about how to have it all. How to not let this end, but to keep my marriage safe. We decided to tell Hubby. But not just tell Him, but invite Him to join. So it happened that cheating turned to sharing.

She came into our bed. I watched as my Man, held her in His arms, and made love to her. Slowly, he discovered her and became aroused by her. I wanted him to know all of the wonderful things i had had of her, and give them to Him. This is how i would repent. It was my penance for being naughty. I would buy back my conscience by giving him another woman, the one i loved.

And all at once, things had changed. She wasn't just another girl anymore. She wasn't my best friend anymore, she was our shared lover. I would watch as he touched her, watch as his fingertips roamed her body, and kissed those nipples that gave me such a thrill. As he smelled her, i would lay behind Him, sandwiching Him between us. He faced her though, she was new and something to discover. I felt his body stirring to hers, i reached around Him and held his cock stiff in my hand. I took pride in being the one to offer Him the gifts of her. It thrilled me to know that. I watched as she took His manhood into her mouth. I watched as she sucked his cock, i watched as she stroked his long shaft and kissed it and took it into her lips. I was secretly thrilled she wasn't able to make Him cum in her mouth as i loved to do.

He lay me back and directed her to lay on top of me. Her breasts were pressed to my chest, and i wanted so badly to take one into my mouth and suckle it. I wanted to take comfort in her body and in her sex. He stood there at the end of the bed, as I held her in my arms, and she kissed me. Her hair curtained my view of Him, but i could feel Him as He stood behind us. When i thought He would take me, He took her instead. I felt her move against me, straddling me when He entered her. I felt as though she entered me. It was glorious. He lifted her ass with His hands and pressed his cock into her. I felt her respond to Him. I felt her lift up toward Him, crouching to feel Him enter her deeper. I raised my hips to feel her against me. I clutched at her, pushed her back against Him. I whimpered and moaned, i felt her writhing against Him, pressing herself deeper onto His hard cock. I wanted that cock. I wanted it so badly, but in the wanting it, i lost my power to take it, so i reveled in the humility of not having it. I relaxed and submitted. He came, thrusting into her, pounding her brutally, and she came panting into my face and clutching at my raw skin, and as if by osmosis, i felt every movement of her cunt, every quiver of body and felt her ragged breath and i came with them.

I pulled her closer to me. Kissing her, needing more. We touched. My fingers found her nipples. He lay beside us spent, and held me spooned in His hips as she made love to me. She was on fire. It was different than it had been when it was just she and i. There was an urgency, as if she had to prove she could satisfy me as much as He could. She fingered me, dipping her long fingers into my soft folds, she swirled her fingers into my pussy and teased my clit, i writhed in His arms as she did this. Then she lay me back and He lay on his side watching as she licked me, in slow swirls until her face was coated with my nectar and i was writhing. Screaming in ecstasy, i exploded, quivering and pulling her hair as my Man touched my breasts.

That was the first time she slept over, in our bed. She lay nestled between Hubby and me. We slept that night, feeling devilish and giddy. We woke to touch each other again and more, the combinations were infinite. Its like we were showing off to each other, "look what i can make her do"..."look how hard He came when i did that" It was a short summer and as all things that burn too hot and bright, it burnt out quickly. (AMEN)

Naughty Girls

I didn't tell Hubby what i had done. I really didn't think of it as cheating, not in the way i would had she been a Man. She practically lived with us. She and i still did all of the things we always did together. We went to work, went to the gym and hung around with or without Hubby in the evenings. It got to the point where i was wishing Hubby would go out so that i could touch her. She and i would make excuses to go down to her apartment below. "Be back soon Hubby, we are trying on dresses", "I need to borrow a scarf for work","We are going to talk about girly things." Hubby didnt suspect a thing, he just was happy to be away from the girls for a while.

We would close the door behind us, and touch. Touch each others hair and skin and bodies. We became more adventurous. I would hold her in my arms, and bury my face in her warm breasts. I kissed her skin, and cupped her breasts. I could not get enough of her lovely creamy breasts. She would undress me, and lay next to me. We touched everywhere. My fingers skated across her smooth flat belly. I loved to feel the softness of her body, savor her smells. I wasn't bold enough yet to taste her. Taste her warm nectar. I touched it, i slid my fingers into her, curled my fingertips until i felt the rough nub of her gspot and then, i would feel her, feel the power i had, feel her shiver and quake as she held me tighter. She groaned my name, she would giggle through her orgams. She cooed and cried and moaned as my fingers slid into her soft moist folds. She felt like warm cake batter in my fingers and i just wanted more of it.

She did the same to me, i would hold her wrists, pushing her hands against me, to feel her strong slim hand deeper in me. She teased me, she lowered her head to my belly and dragged her tongue downward, slashing at my belly with her long hair. She made me writhe and want her more. And i did want her, i wanted so much more of her.

She lowered her head more and held me in her arms, not like a man does, she held my bottom like one holds a fractious child. Cupped in her elbows, pulling me toward her, so she could press her lips deeper into me. I writhed and slid my fingers into her long silky hair. I panted and groaned, and tried to push her away, but i didn't want to. I wanted more of this. I closed my eyes and felt my orgasm sliding over me. I wanted her, i wanted so much more of her. I had been in this same position in Hubby's arms so recently, but it was so diffrent. I wanted her, i wanted so much more. I knew what i had been doing was so very, very, wrong.

She and i were equals not like i was with Hubby. He was my Master, she was my friend. We talked about Hubby. I told her this was wrong, so very wrong, but i was so greedy. I wanted so much more, i thought i could have it all.

What's the Difference?

Sorry for my absence my loyal and delicious followers, but sometimes a girl needs to rest her poor pussy. In my last post i referred to a heated affair i had with a girl. And gosh, i have been getting a vib in box regarding that tidbit. And ooh, that reminds me, i need to make a correction... NOT ALL the Men i know say they are below average in size, the ones that are below average tell me they are hung like stallions. (Settled that good and plenty.)

MMmm... Girl on Girl action. That's what you want to hear about isn't it? I have been working that one out in my head, how to write it, how to put an actual "affair" into a blog post, how to describe how lovely and tantric being with a woman can be, and how, lovely and different women are from men, how sexual and beautifully formed women are, and how smooth and soft their skin is, in contrast with men. It's thrilling to think about a woman's breasts, feeling one in my hand, tasting the metallic piquant of her nipple. Touching her skin that feels like warm melted butter mixxed with velvet. Feeling the passion welling from within myself amplified by the same exact emotions in another woman.

Women are nothing like men (as if you needed me to tell you that.) But not just in anatomy or in any carnal way. Women are unlike men in how they think and how they react to stimulis. A woman discuss her friend's body, in a conversational way, "Your tits look so great in that dress, i wish my tits looked so nice in anything i own." I have never seen men discuss their anatomy in such an obvious comparative way. Women will touch other women in very intimate ways without feeling awkward. "Feel my legs, this new razor is great." Have you ever imagined a man having his friend touch his face with the back of His hand to feel how smooth His shave is? Makes me giggle to think of. Even the gayest of gay men don't do that.

Women are dichotomies in everything we do. We change our minds, we are fickle, we are two faced, duplicitous, and never seem to know what we want. We can be passionate and affectionate one moment, and nasty and cold the next. Multiply that by 2 women, and you have an exponential potential for pleasure and misery. Add a man to the mix and you have a powder keg with a lit fuse.

That is where my story should begin, but not yet. It will start, i promise. But i am also a woman, a seductress, a siren, an adulteress and tease. I can make you wait, so I will.






Not yet. But very soon, i promise.