The Lovely Lydia's Blog for September 2020

 Lydia, have you ever actually slept with a man? If not, how would you know if you didn't like men?

At this point in my life, I'm fairly certain of the type of person I'm attracted to. I've known since I was 6 years old that I liked girls!

I was a gold-star lesbian for most of my life, and I was somewhat proud of bearing the distinction of never having slept with a man. Most lesbians were with men at some point until they worked out their sexuality. I never was -- until around the end of last year. 

Before I go any further, I want to make clear that I received permission to write about the intimate things I'm about to share with you. 

I've mentioned how my relationship with my wife didn't work out. She was struggling to understand whether she was a lesbian or bisexual, and my sex drive was far higher than hers. To try to solve the problem, we opened up our marriage. She developed a relationship with a male-female couple we knew, whilst I met my sexual needs with Cathy, who is now my girlfriend. 

Like me, Cathy is a highly sexual person. She's also bisexual and polyamourous. She's been with her primary partner, Tim, for several years. He's a lovely man. He has some girlfriends on the side, and whilst she'd had a few outside dalliances, including with me, she always told me she'd be happy just to have one man and one woman who she knew would always be there for her. She makes her living as a dancer, both in stage and street performances and in strip clubs, and in the latter role she often serves up bonuses, shall we say, for men willing to pay the premium for more than a lap dance. (I'm well aware of the legalities therein, which is one important reason I use aliases on this blog!) And she says doing that makes her less willing to play the field, as it were. She'd rather have a clear delineation between her professional life, where her body is her paycheck in more ways than one, and her personal life, where she can be herself. And she says Tim and I give her all she needs to be satisfied in her personal life. 

So everything is working out fairly well, despite the challenges this year has brought. She's doing for-hire private livestreams and freelancing as an escort whilst her dancing career is on hold in the current climate, so she's finding creative ways to get by and contribute to the household income. (It's crazy, incidentally, just how much money men will pay to see a pretty lady cavort around naked on a webcam. And even more so how much they'll pay for an escort!) 

I mention all that to make clear that she's quite sexually adventurous, which makes her an excellent match for me. I fought off her advances for a long time, but when she finally worked her way into my heart, I knew we had a connection that we'd never be able to shake. And she brought out my adventurous, much wilder younger self. Appealing to my exhibitionist side, she actually talked me into doing some live sex shows with her at a club in Portland. For a while, we were driving down there once a month and collecting some very nice tips for a weekend's work. It was awkward and thrilling for me all at the same time, but she was clearly the one the people came to see. I still look good for my age, but I think I'm getting too old for that kind of public excitement anymore. She's asked me to webcam with her, but there's something about the disconnectedness of it that doesn't appeal to me. But I'll grant she makes good money for just a few hours of chatting, dancing, stripping, or masturbating in front of a camera. Me, I post pictures of pretty women here and at Pinterest and make no money whatsoever from it. Clearly, she has a better head for business than I do! 

Anyway, when my marriage crumbled, I moved in with Cathy and Tim. It was a bit awkward at first, but I'd known Tim for quite some time and always found him to be a pleasant chap, with a nice smile and a good sense of humour. I had my own bedroom, but Cathy would split nights between mine and hers. It just depended on what she was in the mood for.

But, as males are wont to do, Tim eventually dropped hints that he would very much enjoy watching the two girls in the house get it on. He said it almost jokingly at first and didn't force the issue, but I knew what was on his mind. I wasn't terribly comfortable with that idea, but since I was being given a place to live, I acquiesced. It couldn't be that much different from doing a sex show in front of an audience, could it?

The first time, he sat in a chair in the bedroom and pleasured himself whilst watching us. That wasn't too bad. The second time, he moved in closer, making contact with her, stealing kisses from her, and having her take short sucks on his cock whilst she and I tried to pay attention to each other. He came in her mouth, and I could taste his salty, bitter cum on her tongue when we kissed. I did not like it, and it very quickly killed my mood. They could both see it, and both apologised to me profusely.

But that wasn't the end of it, as about a week or so later, she came to me and said he'd very much like to have a three-way. I could see that she was hot to try this, so again I acquiesced, but I made very clear that all of his intimate contact was to be with her. They both agreed.

Now, it's not like I've never seen a man naked and aroused. I've been in the same room when a man was fucking a woman. I've also seen two gay men going at it. It did absolutely nothing for me in either case. But I'd never actually been part of a planned threesome with a man. I was nervous about how this was going to turn out. 

She took me to bed first and worked her magic on me to put my mind at ease. Then he joined, and the two of them got frisky for a bit, with Cathy between us in the centre of the bed. She managed to divide her time between us, and I did my best to focus on her.

Eventually, I ended up riding her face whilst he pounded her. I was facing away and gripping the headboard, so I didn't see what he was up to. I just closed my eyes and attempted to focus on the feel of her tongue lapping me. But you know how you can feel a pair of eyes on you? I could just tell he was staring at my ass as he fucked her. After I came -- not without effort, I might add -- I flopped down next to her and nuzzled her neck.

Soon after, he came inside her. Then he pulled himself out and crawled up the bed, and she took his deflating cock in her mouth. She did it so seemingly automatically that I could tell that this act of cleaning him up afterwards with a few playful sucks was part of their post-sex ritual. 

I'm certain she didn't think about it, but Cathy then turned towards me and sank her tongue into my mouth. I reciprocated, and whilst I enjoyed the familiar taste of her pussy juices, it was again mixed with the unpleasant flavour of his cum. This time, I didn't say anything, so as not to ruin the mood.

After that, we had one or two more three-ways, and on a few occasions he again asked to watch whilst the two of us got down and dirty. I was getting used to it and didn't mind performing for an audience, but thankfully he didn't smother us. She and I were still able to have our private time together when we wanted it. 

The one thing that did change was that the two of them became much more open about having sex in places outside their bedroom. I suppose they thought that since I'd seen everything up close and personal anyway, it was okay for them to let it all hang out wherever the mood struck. And it was -- after all, Cathy and I had always made out wherever we pleased around the house -- though it was sometimes startling for me to, say, be looking at my laptop and suddenly hear sucking and moaning sounds from across the room, only to see her on her knees giving him a blow job as he sat in the recliner. 

Then something switched for me. The more I'd watch them being intimate in some way, the more I started to get turned on. I was certain it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with watching my gorgeous girlfriend either giving or receiving pleasure. To their surprise, one day I asked if I could watch them fuck in the bedroom, and they both eagerly said yes. And being able to sit back and be an audience member, I could focus on her moaning and watch her beautiful naked body writhe in response to his touch. I got incredibly hot. I had my hand down my yoga pants rubbing one out whilst they did their thing. 

I have to say that through all this, he was always a complete gentleman towards me. He never made unwanted advances on me and always respected whatever ground rules I set. I know he found me attractive -- believe me, lads; we know when you do -- but he also understood that I had no sexual interest in men. He's never been one of those clueless "maybe you just haven't been with the right guy yet" kind of blokes. And there are lots of them out there. As a femme lesbian who passes for straight, I've been on the receiving end of that bullshit from men more times than I care to recount. So the fact he kept his distance and didn't ever once try to put any moves on me only made me respect him more than I already had. After all, Cathy had known him far longer than I had. If he were anything less than a very decent sort, she would never have been with him for so long.

About a week before his birthday, she took me aside and asked if I'd take part in an intimate surprise she had planned for him. If I haven't made it clear yet, he loves getting blow jobs. (I imagine most men do.) She said it would be a terrific treat for him if I could be in the room as she serviced him -- not helping out, but maybe sitting next to her and kissing and caressing her whilst he looked on. I shrugged and said okay. So long as I wasn't expected to stick anything in my mouth besides her tongue, I didn't mind being there to spice up his birthday a bit! Besides, as I said, I was beginning to enjoy watching her in the act with him. 

We had a lovely birthday celebration. We gave him his presents when he got home from work, after which we went out for a nice dinner. When we came back from the restaurant and settled in for the evening, I stepped back whilst the two of them went off to the bedroom to share some alone time. She was to signal me when she wanted me to join in. So I hurried off to my own bedroom, to change into a little form-fitting knee-length dress that he'd commented on favourably many times. With a mix of excitement and terror, I sat in the living room till I got the signal.  

She made a noise as if she were playfully whistling at him. He surely was none the wiser, but that was my signal. My heart was pounding as I sauntered in, exaggeratedly swaying my hips. She was kneeling, still fully dressed, whilst he was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked from the waist down. She was gently stroking his already hard cock when she turned to me with a smile. I can still remember how wide his eyes went when he saw me. I just smiled and said "surprise," in a trembling voice.

She stood, and we wrapped our arms around each other and began kissing. She kept glancing over at him as we made out and took our time stripping each other bare. Memories of those sex shows in Portland flooded my mind as we unclothed and played with each other. By the time we were both naked, he was stroking himself and groaning loudly.

She took me by the hand and had me kneel next to her. She kissed me as she took his cock in her hand and began to pump it. I watched her as she licked her way down the shaft, then twirled her tongue around the head, and then plunged the whole kit-and-kaboodle into her mouth. I put my arms around her and kneaded her nipples with my fingers, giving her a few neck kisses and nibbling on her ear lobe, but mostly I just wanted to watch her work. She knew her way around a man's cock, that was for certain. I could see the veins in his engorged shaft as she rocked her tightly pursed lips back and forth. He groaned in response and dug his hands into the thick corkscrews of hair on her head. 

She'd take breaks and give me a kiss whilst she stroked him. I vividly remember glancing over and seeing the throbbing head of his cock only inches from my face. I'd never been that up close and personal before with a penis. It was a bit intimidating!

I was really starting to heat up from watching the show and kissing her warm, naked flesh. I had to slide my hand between my legs to try to release some of my own building pressure.

I still don't know where it came from. But the next time she pulled her lips off him and stroked him, I looked at his cock, then at her, and blurted it out:

"Can I try?"

Realising I was asking the wrong person for permission, I looked up and repeated my question to him. 

She stopped stroking. I looked at both of them. They were both looking back at me.

"Are you sure?" they said at the same time.

I nodded. I don't know what came over me. I guess I was just curious to see what a hard dick felt like, and if I could arouse him the same way she did. 

I gripped the moist shaft about halfway down and started rubbing it. I was surprised at how rock hard it was! And that was in contrast to the head -- softer, but still engorged, and very sensitive to the touch.

I looked from her to him for guidance. He was just moaning over the whole thing, so I looked again to her, and she took over as my mentor. The first thing she said was that I could grip harder: "It's not gonna break," I remember her saying. 

So I did. Then her hand joined mine as she showed me her technique for pulling the foreskin back to its limit, then exerting a little extra pressure as she went back the other way, over the head. 

I giggled, which was probably not the appropriate response in the moment! I wasn't turned on by his cock, but I was most definitely fascinated by it -- and by his reaction.

Eventually I let her get back to work, whilst I returned to pleasuring myself. Now my eyes were fixated on watching her slide him in and out, and how she'd linger and seem to suck a little extra hard on the head. It made me think of how hard she sucked my clit whenever we fucked, and somewhere in there I had a thought that the head of a penis must be a lot like a gigantic clit. If you know how to work one, you can probably learn how to work the other. 

I was rubbing myself hard and nearing my own climax, when in the heat of the moment I stopped and said to her, "I want to try."

She pulled off him and her eyes went wide.

I repeated myself, and both of us turned to look at him. Already breathing hard, he just nodded.

She looked stunned, but she scooted back and let me take over. I took him in my hand and stroked him hard a few times, like she'd shown me. I turned to my tutor, silently seeking her approval. She nodded with what looked to be an incredulous smile.

I looked straight on at the head of his penis. How tough could this be? I thought. I love sucking toes, and I've been told I'm quite good at it. If I just pretended it was a cross between a woman's toe and a really large clit... 

Enough of that! If I overthought this, I'd never go through with it. So I let in the head, and I remember hearing him groan as I pursed my lips tight around him and began to suck. It felt so alien to have something like this in my mouth!

I listened for cues. His groaning got louder when I swirled my tongue around the head.

Should I go deeper? I didn't quite know what to do with the rest of him! I glanced at my tutor, and again she seemed to pick up on my unspoken question. With a smile, she rested her hand on the back of my head and pushed me gently forward. His hard shaft slid across my tongue as the head rubbed against the inside of my cheek. Then she coaxed me back, until the head was almost out of my mouth, and then back down the shaft again.

Soon I had confidence in what I was doing, and she released her hand as I went solo and picked up my pace. Not long after, it was his hand on me, kneading my scalp as he squirmed on the bed. 

This was fun! Very strange, but very fun. It was almost funny to me, knowing that a lesbian who'd never touched a penis before could have such an effect on its owner. 

I heard him groan my name in a shaky voice. It took me a moment to register what that probably meant. And I didn't want to deprive my lady of the honour of finishing the job -- not to mention I wasn't at all prepared to have him shoot a load in my mouth! From what I'd experienced secondhand, I did not like that flavour! 

Even so, I wondered what it would be like to have your mouth suddenly flood with a man's juices. Was it shocking? Would it make you choke? Would you feel the urge to spit it out and sprint to the loo for some mouthwash? My lady was a swallower; I knew that much about her. But we never talked about what giving head was actually like, since I never figured I'd be partaking in any such activity.

With a smile that said "we have to talk about this later," she took him in her hand and gave him a few firm strokes before plunging him back into her mouth.

I went back to kissing and caressing her. But as she picked up the tempo, I tried doing what she'd done for me: I put a hand on the back of her head and gently followed her movements -- not so much coaxing her along as trying to take part in the festivities the only way I could think of!

I heard a tremendous groan from the bed, and then he bucked his hips as he gripped her head with both hands. Instantly, she sank down on him and took in almost all of his cock. I watched in fascination as I imagined what I couldn't see, with the jets of cum draining into her mouth. 

She waited for his grip to loosen. Then she looked up at him as she slid him slowly out of her mouth. And with what seemed like a terribly devious grin, she turned to me. There was a line of cum dripping from her lower lip down to her chin, and my first thought was she wanted me to lick it off for his viewing pleasure. Instead, she pressed her lips against mine and pushed in her tongue. I relaxed my lips to let her in. And as I did, I felt something warm, sticky, salty, and bitter pouring from her mouth into mine. 

She hadn't swallowed! She was snowballing a mouthful of his cum into my mouth!

I stiffened at first. She took me completely by surprise, and when I realised what was happening, I recoiled at the flavour and the slick, gooey texture. 

This was not at all like her! She always asked my consent first before trying anything new. But it was his birthday, so, steeling myself, I relaxed and went with it. I let her coated tongue swirl around mine and swallowed what excess I could. She made a show for him of stretching out strings of cum between our lips and then gobbling it up as she put her tongue back in my mouth. 

When it seemed she was finished, that line of cum was still on her chin, so I shot a quick smile up at him and maintained eye contact whilst I licked it off. She giggled at me as if she couldn't believe what I was doing, as I tongue-kissed her with the last of his juices.

We climbed on the bed with him, and I had to explain that we had not planned my participation! I said I didn't know what had gotten into me, but he wasn't complaining. We let him watch as she and I decided to pleasure each other to a climax (or two)... and then I went off to the loo for some mouthwash.

She apologised in private to me the next morning about springing the cum-swap surprise on me. Like me, she said, she just got caught up in the moment. But it was over and done, so far as I was concerned. It was a special occasion, and I had no intentions of repeating it, even though the two of them would sometimes tease me about joining in when they went off to have some fun. 

Sometimes, though, my curiosity would get the best of me, and I'd either peek in on them or occupy a chair in the room and rub one out whilst I watched. I wasn't quite ready to attempt another three-way, but I had to admit that seeing my lady get off with her man was starting to seriously turn me on. 

Whenever he wanted to watch the two of us get it on, I always said yes, as I was starting again to enjoy the thrill of putting on a show. He'd usually finish by cumming in her mouth or giving her a facial, and I gradually got used to the idea of finishing things off by licking her face clean or sharing a cum-swapping kiss. I still couldn't stand the taste, but I know it turned her crank to have her do that with me -- and it goes without saying that the man of the house enjoyed it.

One day I caught myself daydreaming about his birthday party, and how I'd decided out of nowhere to give him a little bit of unexpected pleasure. I wasn't going straight by any stretch of the imagination -- I just got a little excited thinking about how a forty-something lesbian who's never slept with a man was able to get such a rise out of him. I've always been confident in my sexual talents with women, and I guess maybe it gave me a little thrill and a bit of an ego boost to know that I, a bloody gold-star lesbian, could do that to him. 

The allure of the unknown played into it as well. For me, that was pushing a major boundary into some unexplored territory -- rather like a bloke who's straight as an arrow and never entertained any homosexual feelings whatsoever, but when a gay man unexpectedly compliments him or flirts with him, he's not turned on but very unexpectedly flattered. It was a very strange feeling I was having, and I decided I wanted to do something about it.

I waited for the right opportunity, and it happened to present itself a week or so later, when they were heading off to the bedroom and as usual asked if I wanted to join in. I jumped up out of my chair and said yes, in fact, I do! They were taken by surprise, but they were both happy to have me participate.

When Cathy asked me what I wanted to do, I told her I wanted her to get him warmed up -- maybe just get on the bed with him and kiss him. Nothing too serious. I stood by and watched whilst they made out, and I saw a bulge growing in his blue jeans.

They both looked over when I told them to stop. I looked at him and ordered him to pull off his jeans and briefs. He raised his eyebrows at me, wondering with a grin what I had in mind. I told him to sit on the edge of the bed, and I knelt in front of him as he did. Then I glanced over at Cathy, who looked absolutely shocked, and told her I'd ask if I needed any help, but for now I just wanted her to watch.

His penis was about half-erect. That was perfect for what I had in mind. I've always loved feeling nipples get hard in my mouth when I suck on them, and I was genuinely curious to see how this sensation would compare. I took him in my hand and gave him a few strokes before I slurped him into my mouth like a noodle.

Almost instantly, I could feel him engorging, and it seriously turned me on to know I could do that. My hand immediately went to my crotch, and I rubbed through my yoga pants whilst I began to suck him. His squirms and groans were all the confirmation I needed that I was doing okay.

I took breaks to stroke him with my free hand and to look up at the two of them. He looked exceedingly pleased, whilst she sat cuddled up next to him and looking at me with a smile that said she couldn't believe what she was seeing. 

I sucked him in long strokes, from base to tip, and my pace quickened as I was nearing my own climax. I had to stop and gasp as I squeezed my hand tight between my legs and let my orgasm overtake me. But the instant I caught my breath, I took him back in my mouth and pumped him hard. I felt his hands come down on my head. He grunted out my name. With a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, I braced myself for the deluge.

His cock twitched in my mouth. Then I felt a sudden spray. It startled me with how fast it came. And that was a problem, because when I got startled, it caused me to suck in a deep breath at the same time, with the unfortunate result that his cum shot straight down my windpipe!

Talk about ruining the moment! It was like accidentally inhaling a big gulp of water when you drink too fast. I immediately stood up and ran to the bathroom, choking and gagging, eyes watering. They both ran in after me to make sure I was okay. All I could think was how humiliating my cause of death was going to be: Lesbian dies from inhaling semen. How ignominious an ending!

We all had a good laugh about it afterward. When Cathy asked me what on earth possessed me to do it in the first place, I told her I'd just been curious about it ever since the birthday party, and I felt good about myself for being able to pleasure him with so little experience in that particular field. She joked that I was a natural and a fast learner. And I was determined to do it again and not accidentally suffocate on a load of man juice.

He was more than happy to give me more opportunities, of course. The next time, I managed to keep his load from shooting down my trachea, and I promptly swallowed it all as soon as he was done. It took a while for me to get used to the flavour so I could hold it in my mouth. Once I managed that, the cum-swap kisses with Cathy finally became an enjoyable pastime.

I'm not embarrassed to say that this became a hobby of mine, nearly an obsession, for some time. I don't know what it was, but it just got me off. Maybe it was the novelty of it for me, or the mere fact that I was doing something I never expected to do. The running joke in the house soon became the lesbian wants to suck a dick again!  

Near the end of the year, around Christmastime, I decided I wanted to go further. I took Cathy aside and asked her, point blank, what she would think if I wanted Tim to fuck me. She said she figured it was just a matter of time, even if she was quite surprised that I wanted to. She knew how much I always prided myself on my lesbian gold star. But there was no other man in the world I would trust to undertake such an experiment with, and I was very curious to find out what actual straight sex was like. I'd gone all my life without ever knowing. I wanted to try it for no other reason than to say I did it, like trying out a new kink or fetish for the first time.

He and I had never so much as kissed, so this was going to be a huge step for both of us. Naturally, he was willing to take me up on the offer, and it was his idea to make me as comfortable as possible by treating me to a genuine date, with dinner and movie and all the rest of the usual trappings. Cathy went out for the night to give us the house alone. 

I felt like an awkward teenage girl, not really knowing what to say or do. I flirted with him all through the night -- terribly, I'm certain -- and let him hold my hand during the film. It was a big, strong hand. I was so accustomed to the soft and delicate touch of another woman. This was a world I'd never ventured into before.

He was a charmer the whole night. He always knew how to say the right thing to help me relax, and he loved both laughing and getting me to laugh all that evening. I could see why Cathy fell so hard for him. He was a great catch and a perfect gentleman -- and, of course, very versed in the sexual arts. 

I was so nervous when he brought me home. We sat snuggled up on the sofa drinking wine for a bit. Then he moved in to kiss me. That was a revelation for sure -- his lips felt big and firm, like the rest of him, not at all like the soft puffy lips I was so used to.

The gentle buzz I had going from the wine calmed my nerves enough for me to let him lead us into the bedroom. He took his time with me, and I asked him to be gentle and pretend I was a virgin -- since, in a very real way, I was.

I lay on my back and let him have his way with me. His lips were rough against my neck. He began to undress me. He sucked my nipples hard, almost aggressively. He started gently when he got down between my legs, but he very quickly picked up the pace until he was practically sucking my pussy inside out. Not that any of this was unpleasant -- I enjoyed a very nice orgasm from his eating me out! -- but the experience was so different from being with a woman. I love how a woman's soft, curvy body fits so well and feels so good against mine. Everything about him seemed rougher, heavier, firmer. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Having the weight of a muscular man on top of me, and having him love me in his very masculine way, was so strange and alien that I was having a hard time processing any of it. It felt okay -- more than okay! -- just very different. Almost primal.

Then came the big moment. He unrolled a condom, and I watched with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he prepared to enter me. Mind you, I've never enjoyed penetration all that much. Fingers are wonderful, but I never liked the feel of toys. They stretched me uncomfortably, and I just didn't like the feel of plastic or rubber or latex inside me. Vibrators were okay, but if there was ever a strap-on involved, it was almost always me strapping the other woman at her request. It simply isn't my thing.

He entered me gently, even though I know I still winced. The fulness did feel nice, to my surprise, and he most definitely knew how to find and trigger my G-spot. That was a plus!

But I couldn't stand the feel of that horrible latex wrapped around his cock. I told him to please take it off. He was reluctant since I wasn't on birth control -- what lesbian would be? -- and the condom was the method we'd both agreed to. But no, it had to go. I got up and rummaged around in the bathroom medicine chest. I knew Cathy kept some spermicide in there for the days she forgot to take her pill or she hadn't picked up her new prescription. I found one, inserted it, and rushed back to the bedroom.

This time he slid in with nothing on, and oh, goodness, it felt a hundred times better! I just closed my eyes and let him have his way with me. It was a very nice feeling, and there was no doubt he knew his way around a pussy! 

He took deep, long thrusts, and I couldn't help moaning when he pushed his entire length inside me. I locked my ankles behind him and began to nudge him with my hands and legs, directing him in how I wanted him to move. He picked up on my cues, and every thrust was giving me butterflies. 

I asked him out loud to go harder and faster. He listened to my every desire and made it happen, with confidence and seemingly no effort. I dug my nails into his back when I came, and he followed moments later, pressing himself all the way inside me. I felt a twitch, like the one I was used to feeling when he was in my mouth, followed by a warm flood of juices filling me up inside.

Wow! That was intense, and very, very fulfiling. It wasn't going to turn me straight -- I still loved the intimate touch of a woman more than anything else in the world -- but I understood now what made straight sex so enjoyable. We would be doing this again! 

And in fact, we did, twice more that night. We didn't get a lot of sleep! I woke up horny in the middle of the night, asking if we could go again, and once again he did not disappoint. I wanted to mount him this time, and I stroked and sucked him till he was hard enough to slide inside me. Didn't take long! When we woke in the morning, I asked him to take me from behind. Knowing of my anal fetish, he tongued and fingered my back door like an expert, then he slid into my pussy. That was magnificent! Not only did he hit my G-spot whilst he was pounding me, but his balls slapped against my clit. I came twice. My knees very nearly buckled beneath me! 

All three positions had their advantages. Missionary let me lie back whilst he did all the work... probably best for the first time. But I loved being on top and in control. And taking it from behind was so animalistic and stimulating. I think that might have been my favourite, but being on top was quite fun as well!

After our wake-up sex, we showered together and met Cathy at a diner for breakfast. She was all smiles and asked how it went, and in soft voices we gave as many details as we could in a public place. This is one of the things I love most about polyamoury. You don't feel jealous when your two partners spend time together. Instead, you're happy for them. Compersion is what they call it. Polymaoury has a lot of insider lingo like that, but I try not to use it so much. I'd simply rather focus on feeling love and happiness for everyone in my life.

To date, I still haven't slept with another man, and I have no desire to. I have sex almost every day, but the overwhelming majority of it is with Cathy or with my girlfriend who doesn't live with us. But our three-ways are true three-ways now, and I still do quite enjoy sucking Tim's cock. He and I have added anal sex to the mix, and though I very much enjoy anal play in general, I have to say the jury is still out on that one for me. 

And I can still honestly say that though I love him as a friend and take a great deal of physical pleasure from our sexual encounters, I'm still not romantically attracted to him, or to any other man. It's women who still turn me on like nothing else in this world. I can't really explain it, except to say, I suppose, that straight sex with him is something like a kink, just an itch that I like to scratch every now and again, like BDSM or roleplaying. Not something I'd want to partake in every day, but rather something new in the sexual repertoire that can spice things up from time to time. 

And that's the story of how a lifelong lesbian ended up fucking her girlfriend's boyfriend -- and quite enjoying it!