Just the act of writing this feels strange but fuck it here goes. Where to start? In some ways this story started about 19 years ago, I was married to my first husband; we were young, dumb and thought we were in love. Looking back I am convinced the only reason I married my first husband is that he was the first person I ever had an orgasm with, plain and simple. The power of release was confused with love and by the time I realized that the two should never be confused, it was too late. We were married and expecting our first child, so in my young mind leaving wasn’t an option.
Fast forward another year and it was pretty clear we were not compatible except in the bedroom, by this point we had shared our sexual fantasies and desires and the one thing I deeply wanted was to experience sex with another woman. Well my first husband wasn’t down with letting me go out and have that experience but he was oh so gracious in that if I found a woman he found suitable, we could have a three-way. Gee, how generous! Yet I was still young and felt that he was being nice to allow me what at that time I saw as a deviant act (oh, I didn’t tell ya, I am the daughter of an Evangelical preacher!) and as scared as I was that my soul would be hell bound if I touched a woman, my flesh desired it in a way that said hell be damned!
Luck would have it that my best friend at the time was leaving her ole man and needed a place to stay, so we agreed to let her stay with us for a few days while she figured out her next steps. Bad girl that I am, I was already plotting that maybe just maybe this might be my chance to experience the flesh of another woman. See, I met my then husband because he and my best friend were friends. I knew he found her attractive enough, the only thing I didn’t know was whether or not she would be down.
Late the next night after drinking some wine, I casually asked my girl if she ever thought about having sex with another girl. She gave me a look that said have you lost your fucking mind? But her words said why? At this point we had been friends well over 10 years, so I laid it out that the man and I wanted a three-way and would love it if she would consider. The next few hours are a blur, there was a lot of talk, a lot more wine and eventually she tentatively said yes. At that point I moved like my life depended on it and in many ways maybe it did.
We quickly moved to our bedroom and laid down, how things started are a blur after all these years but some things from that night have stayed with me almost 20 years. Tentative soft kisses were shared by all of us, I remember kissing my girl’s full lips and feeling like heaven, so soft…oh so soft. I felt my own heat rise up in a way that still makes me stop when I remember. After what seemed like an eternity the kisses turned into caresses, both of them laid me down where my then husband kissed and stroked my breasts while my girl started kissing and licking my belly. Eventually parting my legs, I felt the soft but strong flicker of her tongue lapping against my clit, sucking my clit, oh the moans that escaped my mouth. Moans that were silenced by my husband putting his cock in my mouth where I sucked him off while she continued to feast on my scared area as if it were a most exquisite meal.
Somewhere along the line they changed places and she fed me her high full breasts while my husband rode me life a wild mare. It was truly heaven on earth; I remember my heart thumping wildly while competing thoughts filled my mind. Thoughts of how perfect this feeling was and thoughts of how wicked this act was, how my soul was in jeopardy. I was so scared yet riding that wave of sheer pleasure I didn’t want to get off and it only got better. At one point, my girl moved downward and somehow while my husband rode me she wiggled in between his legs and licked his penis and my clit…both my husband I moaned as if we had no cares in the world. Heaven and earth was truly between my thighs that night. Little did I know at that point the night would only get better.
Eventually my husband got off me and we laid my girl down and he spread her legs and entered her; silly kids we were, we did not use protection, still dripping with my juices he inserted himself in her and she moaned. I went to her mouth and passionately kissed her, tasting my juices on her, I later went down to my husband caressed his ass as he rode her, taking in the scene of watching him enjoy our friend. I felt no jealousy, instead finding myself turned on to watching him so fully enjoy her. He came, squirted a full load in her and rolled off and truly the best was last. As he rolled off of her to catch his breath, I went over to her and started sucking and licking her breasts, I eventually made my way down to dine at the Y. I was tentative as I had never seen another woman’s kitty, it was hairy (hey this was back before going bare was the norm for average women) I tentatively spread her lips and remember thinking she smells different than a man but it was good, it was a smell that drew me in, my senses were heightened. I wanted to touch, lick and just smell her knowing she too had never been with a woman I didn’t want to appear scared so I dived in. Rubbing my nose all over her hair, eventually opening her moist folds, and started darting my tongue in and out, eventually sucking on her clit, playing with how much pressure to apply. She moaned and started moving and I knew I was in business. I spent a good hour in her pussy, lapping up my husband’s spunk and eventually lapping up her juices.
She stayed in our bed that night and the next morning, I woke up with several thoughts, I have to do this again and wondering about the state of my soul. As I lay in bed while everyone else slept, I truly felt conflicted in the worse way; little did I know that night would indeed change things in every way possible.
Stay tuned for the next installment of SepiaQueen’s journey to freakdom.
Smokedawg
SepiaQueen
