Lesbian Female / 27
It's Not Really FMF, It's FF And An M
When we were in high school my best friend and I would talk about boys. We talked about finding a man, one who could be the man of the house and support us to run the home and have children. We never talked about sex. In more than one conversation we talked about doubling up, good men were hard to find and if a good man wanted why not share him with another wife. We talked and that talked turned to sex, or the forbidden kind. We kissed and got to third base but never went down on each other.
In college we stayed in touch, when we were home we stuck together. We experimented, and got naked together, and we dared each other into going down. The first time was the hardest, but we quickly learned that it was warm and wet and we could please each other. We got to where we loved 'pussy' more than anything else.
After college we decided to room together. We got jobs in our separate but equal professions, she taught 3rd grade and I worked for a medical sales company. Our little apartment was always a mess, our bed always unmade. The freedom of no one walking in on us, no one seeing how we lived, let us behave any way we wanted. And we did.
At my work I met a guy, a bit older and worldly, he had been to the Philippines and he told me about the 'whores'. Young whores, if you wanted to pay. I told him I didn't think that was funny and he promised he never went that way, he was just telling me that is what there was. I didn't believe him. He asked a lot of questions, about me and dating and I said I had someone. Well who is he? He asked and I said it's not HE, it's SHE.
We had both let our deepest secret out and he came over one Saturday without letting us know. He got our address from HR, telling them he needed to drop of some furniture that he was giving me. He caught us in our pjs, unshowered and hair uncombed. We were having breakfast, Saturday's we made muffins and he sat down and asked for coffee. He walked our apartment, all the one room and small kitchen and one bedroom and bathroom inside. He asked how we slept and who got the window and how we liked to do it.
The conversation was one way, he asked questions and we answered. He suggested, we didn't ask, would we both want to be with him. He was sure he could handle us both. Whether it was him misunderstanding us, or us not making us understood is a matter of opinion. He went into the bedroom and called us in, he was down to his boxer shorts. He told us that in the Philippines he had done with two whores, so he knew he could handle us and who wanted to go first.
I went first, he chose me, and he went second with my girlfriend. He asked for us to show him how we made love and who was on top. Yes, he took her by the hips and had her face between my legs. Yes, he did what he wanted and we had to learn to catch up. He lay on his back, naked with his penis like a big fat worm. We washed up, took our shower together, and told him to get washed up.
Our high school make believe was coming true for us and we shared him, or better said he had the two of us. He liked us to get going, to make love for him, and he stepped in to take what he wanted. The way it worked is that he could take us, but as soon as he let us go, we went back to making love. I make it sound like it was all the time, it wasn't. We had work and errands and he had his work too. It happened when he came over for us to pay attention to him.
Sharing is caring, and we share him to this day. We now live in a two bedroom along the river and he walks from his bedroom to ours to come and see us. We don't ask him to keep up with the place, that's our job and now that we have a man around we take care of the mess. It's pretty much like our mother's here, we cook he eats we clean up.
In college we stayed in touch, when we were home we stuck together. We experimented, and got naked together, and we dared each other into going down. The first time was the hardest, but we quickly learned that it was warm and wet and we could please each other. We got to where we loved 'pussy' more than anything else.
After college we decided to room together. We got jobs in our separate but equal professions, she taught 3rd grade and I worked for a medical sales company. Our little apartment was always a mess, our bed always unmade. The freedom of no one walking in on us, no one seeing how we lived, let us behave any way we wanted. And we did.
At my work I met a guy, a bit older and worldly, he had been to the Philippines and he told me about the 'whores'. Young whores, if you wanted to pay. I told him I didn't think that was funny and he promised he never went that way, he was just telling me that is what there was. I didn't believe him. He asked a lot of questions, about me and dating and I said I had someone. Well who is he? He asked and I said it's not HE, it's SHE.
We had both let our deepest secret out and he came over one Saturday without letting us know. He got our address from HR, telling them he needed to drop of some furniture that he was giving me. He caught us in our pjs, unshowered and hair uncombed. We were having breakfast, Saturday's we made muffins and he sat down and asked for coffee. He walked our apartment, all the one room and small kitchen and one bedroom and bathroom inside. He asked how we slept and who got the window and how we liked to do it.
The conversation was one way, he asked questions and we answered. He suggested, we didn't ask, would we both want to be with him. He was sure he could handle us both. Whether it was him misunderstanding us, or us not making us understood is a matter of opinion. He went into the bedroom and called us in, he was down to his boxer shorts. He told us that in the Philippines he had done with two whores, so he knew he could handle us and who wanted to go first.
I went first, he chose me, and he went second with my girlfriend. He asked for us to show him how we made love and who was on top. Yes, he took her by the hips and had her face between my legs. Yes, he did what he wanted and we had to learn to catch up. He lay on his back, naked with his penis like a big fat worm. We washed up, took our shower together, and told him to get washed up.
Our high school make believe was coming true for us and we shared him, or better said he had the two of us. He liked us to get going, to make love for him, and he stepped in to take what he wanted. The way it worked is that he could take us, but as soon as he let us go, we went back to making love. I make it sound like it was all the time, it wasn't. We had work and errands and he had his work too. It happened when he came over for us to pay attention to him.
Sharing is caring, and we share him to this day. We now live in a two bedroom along the river and he walks from his bedroom to ours to come and see us. We don't ask him to keep up with the place, that's our job and now that we have a man around we take care of the mess. It's pretty much like our mother's here, we cook he eats we clean up.
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