Our good friend Victoria is amazing. She has a lovely personality and a fabulous body. She’s the type of woman that most men feel is out of their reach. But Vicki has taken about ten years to discover her sexuality and to become happy with it.
In her late teens, she was all about men. She loved fucking them but hated the whole “partner” thing, especially as the kind of men who would go out with her were assholes and the decent fellas were scared away by something.
So, whilst she was at university, she progressed onto women. Sadly, the result was the same; she loved fucking them but hated the whole “partner” thing.
By the end of her time at university, she had decided that (despite social pressure to conform) partner relationships weren’t for her, and casual sex was in. Whilst that meant that she had years of frequent fucking (with all genders), she still wasn’t comfortable with herself. She even started to back away from sex completely, as it was easier and allowed her to focus on her career. But she was unfulfilled, and eventually decided to talk to some professionals to work out what was going on.
Obviously, she was pansexual, but it also transpired that she needed an emotional attachment to get the most out of sex (so not demisexual, but similar). That in itself helped her to become at ease with herself, but she was struggling with how to get some sex with an emotional attachment without the risk of a potential partner relationship forming.
I wasn’t struggling. It was obvious to me. What she needed to do was fuck a friend or two. And I knew the two friends I thought she should fuck.
I was on a sexual high anyway, as we’d just had our first sex party, and since my own pan revelation, I had been thinking of how I could explore this in a way my husband would approve. As I said at the top, she is gorgeous and knows how to fuck ladies, so she would be great for me to learn from. She also knows how to fuck men but has frequently been dissatisfied. When we spoke about me and my husband fucking, she always said how jealous she was of me having him, of how he read me and of how he made me feel. Well, he could fuck her too if she wanted; I knew she was one of my friends that he really wanted to fuck. I came to the conclusion that I felt the same. In my mind, it was a perfect plan. I’m sure my husband wouldn’t argue – he’d be happy to fuck her, and he’d be super happy to watch us fuck. She was the one I was unsure of, and I didn’t want to risk our friendship, so decided to wait and pick my moment to make an offer.
That moment came after a wait of three months. She was lamenting how she hadn’t tasted cum in months, and she was looking for an opportunity to get some. I had a split second to decide to go for it, and I did, saying that she should ask my husband, as I’m sure he could spare some.
Initially she laughed, but once she ascertained I was serious and was happy for her to suck him off (whilst watching of course), she started to consider to the idea, even after I told her of my husband’s insistence of exposed tits for any blow job. He was due home within the hour, so she could ask him then if she wanted. We spent the next hour with her getting herself excited at the prospect.
He’d been home about ten minutes when she said that I said he might be able to help her with a problem. He probably thought she meant with her computer when he said he’d do what he could. When she said she wanted to taste cum and hoped he’d have a load for her, I saw his eyes look in my direction. I had a broad grin on my face, so that was all the confirmation he needed. He instructed her onto her knees on the floor and stood with his crotch by her face. She started to lift her hands to his fly, but he stopped her and told her to unbutton her blouse and lift her tits out of her bra cups. Only once she carried this out was she allowed to undo his belt and trousers and let them fall to the ground. Her tits were amazing. She is a 32GG, and I felt breathless at the thought of running my tongue round her fabulously puffy nipples, but that was for another day.
I was snapped back to reality by her starting to work on my husband’s already awakening cock. I was sitting behind him and slightly to the side, so I could see his cock disappearing into her mouth, and some of his ass. I wondered if she’d like to fuck his ass with a strap-on. He loved that, but my energy levels mean that I can’t do that as much as I’d wish. I looked up at his face, to see him smiling divinely, as he stroked her head and played with her hair. I bet his view was great, of her mouth running up and down his shaft and of her bare tits and puffy nipples beyond.
Thinking back, I would have thought I’d be jealous at this point, but I didn’t feel jealous, more proud really. I always assumed I wouldn’t want someone else blowing my man, and yet I was really enjoying the spectacle. It’s clear she was an expert cock sucker, and yet he was really making her work for his cum. I could see from his face that he was fighting his release, so I focussed on her mouth running up and down his cock.
And then I saw the fabulous sight of all the muscles in his ass tensing as he deposited a load of cum in her mouth. It was a great view, and I’ll watch his ass more closely next time.
Once he’d finished squirting, she let his cock slip out of her mouth, and like all “good girls” do, she showed him her open mouth filled with his cum. Then she closed her eyes and swallowed it all in one big gulp and showed him her empty mouth.
She said it tasted wonderful, and went back to try to get some more out of him. She did manage to get a little, but this time, instead of swallowing, she crawled over to where I was and offered me a kiss. I looked at my husband and saw his face telling me to get stuck in. Prior to this, I always felt lips were for lovers, and realised that I may not be about to break that rule. I eagerly moved my head and our lips touched, and she leant forward to give me a good load.
Over her shoulder, I saw my husband drop to the floor and he lifted up the back of her skirt and flipped it over her waist, revealing her ass and cunt beneath. He could have reached out to touch her, but wasn’t sure where we both stood, so he settled for looking (and she obviously knew he was, and did nothing to spoil his view).
When we finished kissing, she thanked us both as she straightened her clothes. I would have loved to continue more that evening, but I wasn’t sure the others felt the same, so I happily accepted the teaser I had and decided to wait for next time.