Discovering My Sexuality, My Love For A Penis, And Woman's Hot Lips

I lived alone, I had managed to buy a small condo on my own. I had friends, both male and female, but no attachments. I turned 33 and I was still a virgin. One night, it was early summer, I woke up to a man standing at the foot of my bed with a black mask on. He was naked with an erection. I thought, this is it.

But he disappeared, climbing over the railing of my balcony. The next day we were notified by the HOA that a woman was r**ed in her room. I kept this man's visit to myself, except for telling my best friend and coworker. She told me to come stay with them for a few nights. I packed a small suitcase and followed her home. She lived in a small two bedroom house with her husband and a cat.

It was early morning, like two a.m., when I felt someone pulling on my toe. It was my friend, totally naked standing at the foot of the bed. She said her husband wanted me to join them. She took my covers off and worked on getting my pj bottoms and panties off. She ran her hand through my bush before working on taking off my top. She leaned over and told me that after her husband fucked he would fall asleep and we could make all the love with wanted. Kissing me on the lips telling me she loved me.

She took me to her husband who was laying naked on his back. She told me to give him a blowjob and get him hard so he could fuck me. First time naked with a man, first time naked in a sexual situation, fist time ever touching a penis, first time ever sucking a man. He got hard and fucked me, it was fast and without any foreplay on his part. Once he was done, he fell asleep like my friend told me. And she set down to make love with me.

The next morning I was confused, I had a man have sex with me, and I had made love with a woman. She told me several times that she was in love with me and after complaining about it her husband had agreed, on the condition that he got me first. We became lovers, with many expressions of love. We slept together and only had sex with him out of a misplaced sense of obligation. I sold my condo, and with the proceeds we used it as down payment for a bigger place for the three of us. After two years he moved out and we were finally alone.

It was only then that she said 'I'm in love with you' that it sunk in. Over time I became the one to welcome her husband when he came over. I needed him to have sex with me, and I wasn't interested in a quickie. I found his penis erotic, hard and in my hand, in my mouth, and in my vagina. Far more erotic than my friend's vagina, although I could well understand her attachment to my vagina. MY vagina to her was the same thing as his penis was to me. The object itself, the heart of the matter. She could spend an hour while she explored and made love to my vagina, and when her husband was here I spent that same amount of time making love to his penis.