Matt found Laura’s profile on a dating app that we had both recently joined. We’d been exploring ethical non-monogamy for about 6 months and we’d had a bit of fun in that time but it was honestly pretty hit or miss.
Most guys on dating apps have to cast a pretty wide net; they have to like hundreds or even thousands of female profiles to get even a few matches so Matt sent Laura a brief introductory message to show that he had actually paid attention to her profile and what she had to say and to hopefully to catch her eye and improve the odds of making a match. Something in the background of one of her photos had caught his eye and he hoped that talking about it a possible interest that they had in common might improve the odds of making a match.
We were pleasantly surprised when she liked him back and her initial message indicated she was interested in exploring things further and mentioned that they do indeed have a common interest. She was cute, also in her 40s, seemed very approachable, was open to dating a couple, and was interested in exploring her bisexuality as well. Jackpot! Matt and Laura exchanged a few messages on the dating app but we quickly realized we needed to move things to text or a different messaging app in order to chat as a group and to be able to exchange photos – innocent ones at first, and hopefully spicy ones later. She quickly agreed and provided her cell phone number.
In many ways it was like texting with my long-lost twin, we had so much in common it was almost scary. We were both in the same line of work and even in the same industry, albeit for different companies and in different cities. We were both new to exploring non-monogamy and bisexuality, and we both had the hots for my husband! It didn’t take long for the conversation to shift from idle chit chat to more serious and more adult conversations and the first photos were exchanged not long after. She said she was happy to move at our pace which, admittedly, is a bit slower than most as we’re still relatively new to the whole non-monogamy thing and it’s taken some getting used to; having been each other’s first and only until very recently. More photos and messages were exchanged and we started to talk about the possibility of meeting for the first time. Just dinner to start and if that went well, who knows!
Even more messages and photos were exchanged, spicier and spicier but with plenty of innocent “Good Morning” and “How’s your day going” messages interspersed with shots of me bent over while being fingered and with a flogger on my bare ass, shots of Laura in and out of lingerie. Several photos of Matt’s cum all over my face. Pictures of some of her favorite toys and Laura sunbathing topless. Comments about how much fun she was going to have with the two of us. Then out of the blue one morning she sent us an audio file while I was at work along with a photo of the turquoise colored vibrator she had used the night before.
Matt and I listened to the recording in the car while on my lunch break, it was a damn good thing I didn’t try to play it at my desk! She had apparently gotten turned on the night before while we were texting and fantasized about how much fun the 3 of us were going to have together and recorded herself masturbating to orgasm while thinking about it. I occasionally get guys telling me how hard I make them or how they’re masturbating to my pictures or videos and more than a few have wanted me to watch them jerking off or to send me photos that they’ve cum on. I’ve always resisted offers like that and have blocked countless people for sending an unsolicited dick pic. Call it a double standard but somehow, it’s different when it’s a woman – and she’s into both you and your husband.
Discussions quickly turned to setting up a meeting, a casual dinner to start with and if everything went as well as all of hoped then we’d schedule another get together for later, the second time being far less innocent and perhaps a little bit naked. We settled on the coming Thursday evening at a small local Italian place roughly halfway between our cities. Matt and I were counting down the days until dinner, and as the day drew nearer we were trying to figure out what to wear and how long it would take to drive to the restaurant. Laura texted on Wednesday afternoon that her schedule had opened up that evening and wondered if we’d be interested in meeting her a day earlier than planned, in just a few short hours. We have 2 kids at home although they’re both technically adults at this point so we’re typically pretty flexible outside of normal business hours and to be honest we didn’t have anything going on that evening anyway so we agreed. The countdown moved from T-minus 28 hours to T-minus 4 hours with a single text message.
I rushed home after work to clean up a bit, put on a comfortable dress, and to apply a bit of makeup. Work is fairly casual and while what I was wearing would have been more than acceptable, I wanted to make a slightly better impression than my typical office cubicle clothes. A bit of eyeliner and mascara and a spritz of perfume, a quick change into a comfortable sundress, my favorite pair of wedges, and we were in the car driving towards a potential make-or-break dinner with Laura. Never in my life would I have imagined going on first dates, in my mid-40s, with my husband, hoping beyond hope to get lucky.
We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before our scheduled date and were seated inside, near the patio, next to the windows on a beautiful mid-September evening. We texted Laura our approximate location in the restaurant as the table we were seated at wasn’t visible from the hostess stand. She replied that she was running a few minutes late and we prefer to run a few minutes early so we had some time to look over the menus and casually snack on the complimentary fresh baked bread and the herb infused olive oil the waiter delivered to our table while we waited anxiously for Laura to arrive. She arrived about 10 minutes after we did and quickly found our table. We stood and hugged our hellos, giggling with nervousness and anticipation.
The rest of the evening was a blur, mostly I just remember how natural everything felt. The conversation flowed freely and it was like we’d been fast friends for a decade or more. We chatted about our backgrounds, work, family, experiences, and of course sex. Her divorce was recently finalized and she was clearly enjoying the freedom of her new single life, albeit within the realities of scheduling life with the complexities that come with the shared custody of her pre-teen child. She had roughly the same amount of experience with another woman as I had, which was nice as we could learn and explore things together. We had previously talked about the possibility of playing solo, just the two of us, which Matt fully supported – but of course he would prefer to be involved too if at all possible. Typical male.
Cell phones were carefully passed around the table, carefully sharing photos that would have made the waiters blush or could have even gotten us kicked out of the restaurant. Matt’s cum all over my face yet again, her latest boytoy, the Amazon shopping page for our fucking machine. You know, the kind of stuff you share with your new bestie over a plate of spaghetti and a glass of Merlot!
The next 2 hours flew by and as the evening started to draw to a close someone mentioned the possibility of keeping our Thursday evening plans intact but moving the location from the restaurant to her place. I honestly don’t remember who made the suggestion to meet at her place the next night but all 3 of us agreed that it was a fantastic idea! We covered the check and she left a healthy tip for the wait staff and we made our way out to the parking lot to say our goodbyes, knowing that we’d be seeing a whole lot more of each other the very next evening. It wasn’t until halfway home that we realized that we forgot our leftovers on the restaurant table, something had distracted us but I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it might have been. T-minus 21 hours.
For some reason I was unable to concentrate at work the next day. My head was filled with thoughts of the previous evening’s dinner conversation and wondering what the coming evening had in store for us. Numerous texts were exchanged throughout the day and the anticipation was both exciting and torturous, like a kid trying to sleep the night before Christmas, knowing that surprises were in store for the next day but unsure exactly what those surprises might be.
Like the previous evening I rushed home from work to change into something a little more appropriate for the evening’s activities. Matt was already home and had a hot bath ready and waiting so I could freshen up a bit when I got home from work. A couple minutes in the tub followed by a bit of primping and preening and we were ready for our date with destiny. We honestly weren’t planning to do much that evening as we prefer to go a bit slower than most. Certainly, some kissing and it seemed likely that there would be some wandering hands and fingers but anything more than that seemed unlikely. Matt was a boy scout and their motto is “Be Prepared” so we brought our “go bag” with a few essentials; a vibrator, a dildo, some lube, some condoms, and a few other goodies. The plan was to leave it in the car where it could be retrieved if it ended up being needed, just in case.
We gave Laura an updated ETA based on the Thursday evening traffic and made the 45-minute drive from our house to hers; a small single level home probably built in the 1960s on a narrow street in a quant and unassuming neighborhood in a quiet suburb lined with towering mature trees and conservative nuclear families that were likely oblivious to what sometimes happens behind certain closed doors. We parked in the driveway behind Laura’s own vehicle and gave ourselves a little pep talk. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if the vibe doesn’t feel right.” “It’s OK if nothing happens and it’s OK if we end up doing more than we planned; whatever happens happens, so long as everyone agrees and everyone is happy.”
We exited Matt’s vehicle, made our way up the steps to the front door and rang the bell. Laura greeted us at the door moments later dressed in black lingerie and wearing a sheer black robe that was open at the front. She hugged us both warmly in turn. She showed us around her house briefly which didn’t take long as it was very modest but tastefully decorated, the spoils of her recently settled divorce had paid for most of it. We met her dog as he sniffed our shoes and ankles excitedly, no doubt smelling the scents of our dogs and cats on our clothes and shoes. There were assertions that a cat lived there too but we never saw evidence of a cat during that visit. After the nickel tour the three of us retired to Laura’s bedroom which had music playing, the lights down low, and the unmistakable odor and haze of marijuana hanging in the air. The bed was piled high with pillows and the three of us casually flopped onto it simultaneously and chatted for a bit about life, work, kids, relationships, marriage, divorce, pets, television, music, and everything else we could think of to try to fill the silence and avoid confronting the elephant in the room.
Eventually it was Laura that broke the ice and asked if she could kiss me and when I said she could she glanced at Matt to double check that it was ok with him too. This wasn’t the first time I kissed another woman; it wasn’t even the first time in recent months, but there’s always a little bit of excitement kissing a new person. Doubly so if your spouse is present and you’re pretty sure that he’s next. Matt nodded his approval and her lips met mine for the first time. They were soft and warm; her mouth was unusually wide and her lips were thin but supple and they moved with purpose. Her hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my head as she kissed me deeply and her tongue started to explore mine. Sure enough, as soon as her lips broke contact with mine she asked if she could kiss my husband; who had been giving us a bit of space so it didn’t feel like he was hovering over us waiting his turn. I nodded my approval and she turned and leaned towards Matt, placing her hand behind his head exactly as she had mine and leaned her head to the side as their lips met for the first time.
Believe it or not I have more experience with women than he has; he had kissed a mere handful of women in his lifetime and even though this was the second woman he’d kissed in recent months I had kissed both of them as well; so even though he’s adding to his total I’m adding to mine too. Plus, I kissed both of them before he did. I win yet again!
She kissed him exactly as she did me. Gentle but firm, they broke contact briefly and both leaned their heads to the right before locking lips again. He wove his fingers into her long hair and pulled her head gently towards his, it was clear that their tongues were intertwined and though he was probably trying to take charge of this particular interaction it was clear that she was driving this evening and we were both along for the ride.
She broke off the kiss with Matt and moved back to kissing me for a minute more, then she directed us to kiss each other while she watched, wanting to see how we each preferred to kiss. I love kissing, it’s one of my favorite things to do and it’s one of the things that gets me warmed up the fastest. Some couples that practice one of the various forms of ethical non-monogamy don’t allow kissing as they believe it to be more intimate than oral sex or even intercourse. Matt and I are definitely not one of those couples. As we kissed Matt moved a hand to my right breast and deftly found my nipple through top of my sundress. It was already slightly hard from the sights and sounds and tastes of the evening. He knows how much nipple play turns me on and we both knew that things were definitely going to go a bit further than we initially anticipated.
A further few more rounds of kissing and light touching ensued before we took a short break to vape. Laura hit the vape first, to renew her high, and then I followed with my first hit of the night. Matt declined as he would likely be driving us home in just a few short hours and we both know he’s a complete lightweight anyway. We chatted a bit more while the marijuana took effect. She had recently traveled out of state with a new acquaintance to stock up on recreational marijuana and explained how he had failed the audition on the trip and there wouldn’t be a second date. Then she regaled us with the tale of the other time she had briefly played with another couple, a decade or so earlier. Her head bobbing up and down while giving the guy an enthusiastic blowjob while her entire hand was in the woman’s vagina. I wondered to myself for a brief moment if we had gotten ourselves in over our heads.
Sufficiently high and nearly crying with laughter at the image of Laura going to town on another couple she leaned in to kiss me again. This time I had a legitimate excuse for my head spinning as the marijuana took full effect and my entire body relaxed and sank into the mattress. She took the opportunity to caress my breasts some more and then her hands started to move towards my waist. She said she wanted to taste me. Something that neither of us had ever done before. I lifted my hips as approval so she could remove my panties and in an instant my pussy was exposed and she was making her way down my body to take her first taste.
She wasted no time using her lips and tongue to explore my lips and locate my clit. Teasing it with her lips and sucking gently while occasionally flicking her tongue. Alternately up and down and then side to side. I can’t exactly describe how it was different than when a man does it, but it was. Softer and gentler. Tentative and fumbling. Unfamiliar but welcome at the same time. A noticeable lack of facial hair and/or stubble.
Getting a bit lost in the moment she rubbed her entire face on my pussy, coming up for a breath and laughing heartily, her entire face from her forehead to her nose to her chin was covered in my wetness. She inserted a couple of fingers before returning her lips and tongue to my clit. For a first timer she was doing a damn fine job.
She removed her fingers and slid both hands under my thighs, just above each knee and lifted each leg off the bed and then pivoting to press my thighs up towards my chest, rotating my hips forward and forcing my pussy a bit higher, giving easier access. “I always wondered why guys did this! It’s so much easier to eat pussy like this.” She exclaimed before burying her face yet again.
Matt leaned over and kissed me on the mouth passionately after taking in the sights and sounds his wife’s first true bisexual experience. He casually reached his hand into the neck of my dress to give my nipple a quick pinch, knowing how much that drives me crazy. I wanted his cock in my mouth while Laura had her head between my thighs and I started to paw at his belt and the zipper on his jeans. He helped me sit up slightly and pulled the sundress up my body, over my breasts, pulling my arms above my head so the dress could be removed completely. I don’t think it was nefarious on his part or even intentional, but I was the first one naked yet again. Why am I always the first one naked?!?
I craned my head back a bit and opened my mouth wide. He got my less than subtle hint and knew exactly what I wanted and quickly unzipped the fly on his jeans in order to give it to me; stopping briefly to take a couple photos to preserve this memory forever. His wife, naked on the bed, legs spread wide, another woman with her tongue on my clit, only the brunette hair on her head visible and bobbing vigorously.
He pulled his cock out and stuck it in my mouth, stifling my moans and fucking my mouth for a couple minutes while Laura continued to explore my lips with her own. Occasionally coming up for air, giddy with laughter and face glistening in the low light. He tried to force his cock deep down my throat but the angle was awkward. As he pulled it out, I gasped for breath and moaned deeply. I breathlessly suggested that he run out to the car and grab the backpack full of goodies. Zipping up quickly and grabbing his shoes from the bedside Matt ran out of Laura’s bedroom in a flash.
Laura stopped what she was doing and laid next to me on the bed, her face wet, her hair a bit of a mess, and a deviousness in her smile. With Matt gone we hatched a plan. When he returned we were going to turn the tables on him – it was going to be his turn to be the center of attention. He returned mere moments later, backpack in hand to find us both sitting side by side on the edge of the bed. I was naked and Laura in her lingerie though she had clearly removed the robe at some unknown point. I told Matt I was tired of being the only one naked and instructed him to drop the backpack on the floor and to remove his clothes and lie on his back on the center of Laura’s king-sized bed; which he did without question.
Positioned as instructed, I crawled onto the bed and brought my head to the same level as his waist and put his cock in my mouth yet again as Laura joined me next to him and caressed my back, side, and bare ass. Laura then asked if I had ever seen another woman suck Matt’s cock before and if I would be ok if she sucked his cock too. I assured her that I had seen another woman suck his cock before and that she was welcome to help me. I gripped the base of his cock and angled it towards her mouth and she eagerly took it deep into her mouth all at once and proceeded to bob her head up and down; alternating between taking his cock deep in her mouth and moving it in and out of her lips vigorously. She definitely knew what she was doing and the activities he had witnessed and had indeed participated in that evening already had him well on his way to climax. We took turns sucking his cock for the next several minutes, one of us sucked vigorously while the other watched or gently caressed his balls and we traded places again and again drawing Matt ever closer to orgasm.
Matt’s breath shortened and his moans became coarser and deeper. “Oh fuck!” It was abundantly clear to both of us that he was getting very close to orgasm, something we hadn’t discussed or even anticipated. Unsure if she would object if he came in her mouth, he tried to communicate that he was getting close to cumming but the words that came out were mostly unintelligible. Laura removed his cock from her mouth to ask what he was saying just as he reached the point of orgasmic inevitability. He couldn’t stop his orgasm now if he tried. His entire body spasmed and convulsed as she continued to stroke the base of his cock with her right hand and rubbed the shaft and head of his cock on her lips and tongue as he shot ropes of hot white cum on his chest and stomach before apologized profusely for not providing a more adequate warning as well as for cumming so quickly.
Laura merely shrugged as she passed Matt a handful of tissues from her nightstand. She prided herself on her blowjob technique and most guys simply came in her mouth she explained. It was more convenient that way and was much easier to clean up.
We lounged around for a bit longer, basking in the afterglow. I wasn’t the only one naked for once but unfortunately, I’m sometimes a tough nut to crack. It wasn’t the first time that an orgasm has eluded me and it certainly won’t be the last. It was still fun nonetheless and we started talking about the next time we might be able to get together. Laura was free on Sunday afternoon and while Matt had other commitments in the city with our youngest child and one of their friends. I happened to an opening on my schedule. Time for a girls only afternoon?!?
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