Lesbian Female / 32
It has been ten years, but as I look back it is the best sex I ever had.
At the time I was 25 and I was in a sexual relationship with a 50 year old man from work. He worked on the west coast and traveled to our offices once or twice a month, and I waited for him to come. He was very experienced and taught me a lot and he really enjoyed being with me and I enjoyed being with him. It was a secret relationship because of his position in the company. I was always available for him, I wore a fake wedding band and told people I was married.
On the west coast he had another me, she was 27 and worked in public relations as a proof reader and he got it on with her while he was there. I knew about her because he told me and she knew about me because he told her. One of our play things, was having an open phone connection while we were having sex and we described and commented how we were having sex, we coached each other and told each other things he liked and practiced each other's sexual advise.
After sex, we cuddled up with the phone and described in the most intimate detail what we had just done and we fantasized about being able to have sex together. I knew her, her every feeling, her every day, and she knew me although we had never seen each other.
He had pet names for us, and we called ourselves by our pet names.
On one of his many trips over, he invited me to go with him to the west coast so I could meet the other me, he told me very specifically that he wanted the three of us to get along really well, he wanted us both to be with him at the same time. To me I was ready, more than ready, after a year of having this phone relationship with my other me, I wanted to meet her and she and I spoke on the phone and we were both anxious to meet each other.
At the airport, where she came to pick us up, I felt this weakness that I had never felt when I met her. She was very affectionate, more affectionate than me, and when she hugged me I felt a rush inside. I couldn't stop looking at her, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, far more beautiful than her pictures. When she put her arm around my shoulders as we walked to the parking lot, I put my arm around her waist, as if we had been together since birth.
At the house, after she showed me around, she took me to every room, to show me how she lived, she showed me the bedroom and which side of the bed she slept on, her closet, every thing. We went out to dinner at a small restaurant nearby and when we walked back to the house afterwards, we alternated between holding his hand and waling together with our arms around each other. As we walked, we would look over our shoulder for his approval, we stopped at the corner before walking down to the house, and looking at the view of the city below us, she told me she had dreamed of this moment since we first talked, where she could show me how she lived, and walk me around and show me off to all her friends. She pushed my hair back and told me my lips were just too tempting and she kissed me and I kissed her back. Nothing ever in my life had been like that, never had I been with someone I didn't want to let go, I let her kiss me again as she held my face in her hands.
That night we had hard sex with him, he was much more aggressive than normal, he fucked us, he fucked us and fucked us, and called us his little bitches, something he had never called us before. We took it, as long as he wanted to fuck us we took it, until he couldn't hold it any more and fell back on the bed and left us to each other. Locked together, we got our hands down between each other's legs and mutually felt each other into climax, followed by a long kiss. In the afterglow of having gotten off, we cuddled in each other's arms and took his arm over our waist to pull us closer together.
Off all of the sex we have had, together, alone with each other, alone with him, nothing comes close to the two of us becoming one soul, one being, to falling in love so hard that at times it hurts, to having met that one person in your life that takes you beyond real to the unreal, to being able to finally declare your love to someone, and hear her declare her love for you. When she kissed me that evening after dinner the day we met for the first time in the flesh, that kiss, that is the kiss that settled once and for all that I had found that one person in my life.
At the time I was 25 and I was in a sexual relationship with a 50 year old man from work. He worked on the west coast and traveled to our offices once or twice a month, and I waited for him to come. He was very experienced and taught me a lot and he really enjoyed being with me and I enjoyed being with him. It was a secret relationship because of his position in the company. I was always available for him, I wore a fake wedding band and told people I was married.
On the west coast he had another me, she was 27 and worked in public relations as a proof reader and he got it on with her while he was there. I knew about her because he told me and she knew about me because he told her. One of our play things, was having an open phone connection while we were having sex and we described and commented how we were having sex, we coached each other and told each other things he liked and practiced each other's sexual advise.
After sex, we cuddled up with the phone and described in the most intimate detail what we had just done and we fantasized about being able to have sex together. I knew her, her every feeling, her every day, and she knew me although we had never seen each other.
He had pet names for us, and we called ourselves by our pet names.
On one of his many trips over, he invited me to go with him to the west coast so I could meet the other me, he told me very specifically that he wanted the three of us to get along really well, he wanted us both to be with him at the same time. To me I was ready, more than ready, after a year of having this phone relationship with my other me, I wanted to meet her and she and I spoke on the phone and we were both anxious to meet each other.
At the airport, where she came to pick us up, I felt this weakness that I had never felt when I met her. She was very affectionate, more affectionate than me, and when she hugged me I felt a rush inside. I couldn't stop looking at her, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, far more beautiful than her pictures. When she put her arm around my shoulders as we walked to the parking lot, I put my arm around her waist, as if we had been together since birth.
At the house, after she showed me around, she took me to every room, to show me how she lived, she showed me the bedroom and which side of the bed she slept on, her closet, every thing. We went out to dinner at a small restaurant nearby and when we walked back to the house afterwards, we alternated between holding his hand and waling together with our arms around each other. As we walked, we would look over our shoulder for his approval, we stopped at the corner before walking down to the house, and looking at the view of the city below us, she told me she had dreamed of this moment since we first talked, where she could show me how she lived, and walk me around and show me off to all her friends. She pushed my hair back and told me my lips were just too tempting and she kissed me and I kissed her back. Nothing ever in my life had been like that, never had I been with someone I didn't want to let go, I let her kiss me again as she held my face in her hands.
That night we had hard sex with him, he was much more aggressive than normal, he fucked us, he fucked us and fucked us, and called us his little bitches, something he had never called us before. We took it, as long as he wanted to fuck us we took it, until he couldn't hold it any more and fell back on the bed and left us to each other. Locked together, we got our hands down between each other's legs and mutually felt each other into climax, followed by a long kiss. In the afterglow of having gotten off, we cuddled in each other's arms and took his arm over our waist to pull us closer together.
Off all of the sex we have had, together, alone with each other, alone with him, nothing comes close to the two of us becoming one soul, one being, to falling in love so hard that at times it hurts, to having met that one person in your life that takes you beyond real to the unreal, to being able to finally declare your love to someone, and hear her declare her love for you. When she kissed me that evening after dinner the day we met for the first time in the flesh, that kiss, that is the kiss that settled once and for all that I had found that one person in my life.
