I kissed a girl

And I liked it … more than I thought.

I’m still recovering from it. No, not my pussy. My brain was well and truly fucked by a woman. We’ve been playing around at sex parties for a few weeks now, but this week was the first time we had women over to play at home. (This scenario, by the way, was the catalyst for my meltdown.) It’s one thing to have public sex at a club, where it’s relatively anonymous, impersonal. But in our bed? Way different for me. So I was feeling a mix of anxiety and anticipation with our 2 dates this week.

Maestro met Angie last week for drinks, and he couldn’t wait to tell me about her afterwards. They totally clicked. The 3 of us talked on the phone a few days later to make arrangements for the weekend, and that helped put me at ease. She sounded cool, we had a laugh, and I knew I’d like her. That was huge factor, because she’s younger than me by over 15 years and I let the idea of perky tits and a firm ass in our bed intimidate me way beyond reason, despite all of Maestro’s reasssurances. After she arrived for dinner, we chatted for about 4 hours over bottles of wine, pizza, and chocolate. You know the feeling with a new friend, when you realize it’s total chemistry? That was it. Exactly what he said. It wasn’t just that conversation flowed, there was energy flowing not from us as individuals, but as 3 people interacting and creating something new. I could expend lots of words describing that dinner, but you know what that feeling is like.

She had an easy smile and genuine laugh. I loved the shirt she was wearing, a simple tee with a bit of lace trim. And low-cut enough that I think both Maestro and I were checking out her cleavage, and the slightest bit of nipples when she leaned over. That night in bed was some of the most, if not the most passionate sex I’ve ever had. Besides the fact that she’s beautiful, she also loves sex. We started cautiously, with her watching the two of us. Caught up in our lovemaking, she laid next to me, held my hand while Maestro teased me and gently licked my pussy. She moaned as I moaned, before turning to me and kissing me. Her hands stroked my hair as her small soft lips pressed against mine, nibbling my lips ever so slightly before kissing harder, more insistently. I cupped her breasts and pulled on her perfect pink nipples. Harder, she insisted … more, more … her voice trailed off into gasps as I realized she was as turned on by watching Maestro give me an orgasm as I was receiving one. She embraced me as my orgasm built and built, while sliding her fingertips up and down my inner thighs. Oh the feeling of passionately kissing her while having a ‘Maestro pussy special’ is beyond words.

We had more orgasms that night together, side by side with Maestro working his magic so we’d cum at the same time. I’d never had such an intimate experience before with a woman. As the night progressed, it wasn’t about making love to a woman, it was sharing something very intimate and special with a person I really liked. I always told Maestro I wasn’t that into pussy – watching a woman play with herself was totally hot, but playing with her myself? Nah. That all changed that night. It’s not about the pussy, it’s about the person. I genuinely wanted to lick her, to finger her clit, to slap her thighs and ass just the way I like to be slapped … just because it gave her pleasure. I wanted Maestro to fuck her because I wanted her to share in the pleasure I receive with him every day. I wanted her to see the look in his eyes that I see every morning – like he’s devouring every bit of you inside and out, completely consumed by wanting to please you. It wasn’t about sharing him (which is what caused such insecurity), it was about sharing an experience.

The most erotic part of the night was the three of us taking a shower together. Having shared multiple orgasms with Maestro and Angie, being totally invested in their pleasure … our pleasure, feeling the warm water caressing our naked bodies – it’s beyond words for me still, even days after. Even while I’m folding laundry or loading the dishwasher, I think of them kissing my ears in the shower. I close my eyes and still feel her breath on my neck and his hands running through my hair. Every part of my body was an erogenous zone with them.

Navigating the waters of open relationships and threesomes is still new to me, but trust and honesty with Maestro is my guide. It’s not always going to be perfect waves and sunsets on the beach, but I open to learning more about myself, opening doors, and seeking new experiences. Stay tuned … this is getting interesting!