The start of something special [FFM]

This story took place in 2017. I kept an online journal at the time and this experience was written the day after it happened, so it’s detailed and pretty long. If you’re ready to get to the main course skip to the asterisks :)

In June 2017 I had a sexual experience that would go on to change my life. A little bit about myself; I [F] am 27 years old with long straight light brunette hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. I’m 5 ft 2, 120 lbs, 32a with tattoos, a few piercings, and general hippie or ‘crunchy vibe’. I bike and practice yoga daily which gives me a lean and muscular look. My husband, Silas, is 29 years old, 6 ft 3 and 215 lbs. He looks like a hot lumberjack with long brown hair pulled back into a bun and big burly beard. He may have an imposing build but he’s a big teddy bear.

Silas and I have been in a monogamous relationship for 9 years and have been married for just over 3 months. We are very much in love and he is my best friend. He was my first and only lover, and Silas had been with one girl before me, so all in all, we are fairly inexperienced. I have always been fulfilled with our sex life, as he is a giving and generous lover. However, about a year ago I started to fantasize about having a threesome. I didn’t want to have it with a random person because sex has always been very emotionally driven for me. And besides, I already knew who I wanted…

Sophie and I had worked together for 3+ years and we were good friends outside of work. I’ve had a crush on her since the first day I met her. She’s 5 ft 3, maybe 130 lbs with a fit body, and a voluptuous booty. She has a tan complexion with shoulder-length black hair that is shaved on the underside, which gives her a sexy punk look. Her face is absolutely gorgeous with big brown doe eyes that are often framed in fun color/shaped glasses. She’s the kind of person who everyone has a crush on because she is outgoing, funny and flirtatious. Attraction for me may start off as physical, like every warm-blooded human, but physical attraction has never been enough for me to jump into bed with someone. I have to connect on a mental/emotional/spiritual level to have any inclination to sleep with a person. Maybe most people are like this, but it’s something that is very important to me. Sophie and I could easily talk about all sorts of nonsense as well as serious topics. On top of her wonderful appearance, I crushed hard on her personality.

Silas is also good friends with Sophie and has often commented on the fact that she’s wildly attractive so I felt safe coming to him with my threesome proposal. He approved and was excited (no shocker there) and we had some passionate bedroom sessions fueled by the idea. We were both hopeful that Sophie would be interested, as she had alluded to being attracted to both women and men and there was always that ‘something’ brewing between us. However, it’s not so easy to ask a friend to hop into your bed without fear of what may happen to your friendship. After weeks of wanting to bring it up, but chickening out, Sophie found out that she had to leave the city to take care of her sick mother. I was heartbroken for her and wished her all the strength to be with her family in trying times and bid her adieu.

A few weeks after her departure, I was laying in my hammock in a wine-induced haze watching the sun set, and something came over me. I had to get my feelings off my chest and put them into the ether. I wrote Sophie an email, trying to be as non-creepy as possible, and told her that Silas and I found her absolutely lovely and were interested in exploring something more than friendship. My heart was pounding, but as I hit the send button I felt a wave of relief. Welp, at least my feelings were out there and the ball was in her court. I checked my phone neurotically for the next few hours hoping to see a response and finally, there was one. She was flattered and said when she returned we could see what happens.

While she was abroad for the next year, Sophie and I kept in contact but the topic was never brought up again. Out of the blue, she messaged me that she was visiting the city and I offered her a couch to stay on, which she accepted. Oh man, my nerves were high, did she remember the email? Does her staying over mean that she’s interested or does she just need a place to crash? How do I navigate being a good friend and not pressure her by making move? To complicate matters further, she had recently lost her Mom and I knew she was hurting. I wanted her to feel welcome, safe, and comfortable; not skeeved out by me being a weirdo. I decided to see how things played out organically instead of overthinking everything as I usually do.

When she arrived the three of us spent a few days hanging out, drinking, and eating delicious food. The best part about chilling with Sophie, for both Silas and me, is that it’s just so easy. The three of us get along swimmingly and there’s no awkwardness, just a lot of laughing and being silly. Although the attraction between us felt palpable, I couldn’t find the courage to make a move and I knew Silas, who is more shy and quiet (especially in this department), would never be the one to do it. Alas, it was just not the right time. Just having her presence in the house turned me on so much though. Silas and I quietly fucked every night she was there, with her just one room over.

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After staying out late on Friday night and drinking a little too much, I woke up on Saturday morning horny as could be. I found my courage and decided to get some water from the kitchen, which would pass right by Sophie on the futon. Scantily clad in cheeky green cotton panties and a white v-neck with no bra, I scurried past her and saw that she was awake. I giggled and feigned an apology for being so minimally dressed. After filling my glass, I hopped onto the futon, got under the covers, and started bullshitting about the night before. I asked her if we could snuggle and she said yes. I scooted her into a little spoon position and we continued chatting, while I mindlessly caressed her arm. She reciprocated and my heart was fluttering.

Silas eventually stumbled out of the bedroom and saw us on the futon. He acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening and walked into the kitchen to refill his water. He later told me that his heart skipped a beat when he saw us. I proclaimed that I was starving, due to staying out late and barely eating dinner the night before, and Silas said he would make us coffee and breakfast (he’s a real hero!). While Silas worked on our sustenance, things slowly started to progress on the couch as I felt more and more assured that Sophie was happy with the situation. I roamed my hands down her legs. Holy shit, they were so smooth and soft. On an upstroke, I discreetly slipped a few fingers into the elastic of her underwear along her butt. She too gained some confidence and started to tease my nipples over my shirt, softly rubbing back and forth. Quick side note, I’ve always been a morning sex kind of person. Something about waking up, still half-dreaming, and fucking has always been my thing. So at this point, feeling my first pair of soft female legs and grabbing her amazing booty in the morning light, I was very much turned on.

Silas came back into the living room with a grin on his face and announced that breakfast was ready so Sophie and I disentangled, and we all sipped some java and scarfed a delicious egg burrito. We had made leaps and bounds, and it was obvious that Sophie was ok with some heavy petting with me, but how did she feel about Silas? I was relieved when after finishing breakfast she said that the three of us should snuggle. We returned to the futon with me on my back in the middle and the two of them facing me, laying their heads on my shoulders. The three of us picked up where Sophie and I left off. Everyone was softly caressing each other, occasionally someone would pass by my boobs and play with my nipples (which could cut glass at this point) or send chills up my spine with a soft kiss on the neck. I took a moment, closed my eyes, and thought to myself how fucking lucky I was.

In between all the gentle teasing touches, I would occasionally feel a hand slip down to my underwear which was soaked through at this point. I flipped over and snuggled my ass into Silas’s bulging crotch. Ahhh, finally some pressure on all the right places. This positioned me perfectly to face Sophie, and since Silas’s arms are so long, he could easily reach both of us. Silas ensured Sophie’s ass did not go unattended while I went to town on my first pair of tits. I moved her shirt and got my first glimpse. Oh boy, they were glorious, with each boob a perfect fit in my hand and her tiny dark nipples so sexy, and different from my bigger pink ones.

I scooted up to meet her face and after a brief check-in with eye contact, I kissed her. Her lips were soft and her tongue was playful and quick. Silas has a more intense sensual kissing style and since he is the only person I’ve kissed for the past 9 years, it was an amazing change of pace. All this while, I was grinding on Silas and finally I just couldn’t take it anymore, I needed more. I offered to move the party to the bedroom. Everyone agreed but Sophie nervously admits that she is shy with Silas, and hides her face in my boobs. Could she be any cuter? We all agree to take it slow and let things happen as they will, no pressure on anyone for anything and a lot of checking in.

We get into bed and things immediately pick up where they left off. I feel very spoiled because both of them are paying me mind, teasing me at painstaking slowly pace. It’s working, and I want it so bad, I needed someone to finish me off. Sophie gave in and peeled off my sopping wet panties, slowly drove her fingers into my pussy and exclaimed how wet I am. She gently dragged her finger from the back of my slit to the front, just briefly touching my clit, continuing to drive me insane. Silas caressed both of us and watching with anticipation. Sophie asked if she could taste me. Oh my god, is this real life!? Suddenly I get nervous because I had never been with a girl before in that way, but at this point my need to be gotten off surpassed my fear of being judged. She headed down and I collect her thick hair into a bun on the top of her head so I can watch the show. She started off really slow, like she’s taking her time to get acquainted with my folds and explore with her tongue. She moaned about how fucking good I taste, put one finger inside of me, pulled it out and sucked it off. Then she put two fingers in in again, slowly takes them out and put her fingers up to Silas’ mouth, who gently sucked them clean.

Finally, she starts rhythmically lapping away at my pussy like she was born to do it. She stopped tauntung me with her gentle touches and applied the perfect pressure to build me up. Silas positioned himself behind her and grinded into her ass, making her boobs shake and making her moan into me. I feel the wave coming, my glutes started to clench, my whole body shivered and I scream out , ‘ fuckkkkkkk’ as my orgasm washed over me. I grabbed her face, messy with my juices and take in a long luxurious kiss. And damn, she was right, I did taste good….

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nh9542/the_start_of_something_special_ffm