She is a friend, has been one for as long as I can remember. We have worked together in gas stations, laughing at some of the things we have seen people do. She married a man older than her, he was her first and thus far only. I don’t know exactly when my view of her changed but it did. We have all been hanging out together more as couples, since they moved closer. Their oldest the same age as our youngest. She was still the shy girl I remembered. Petite but not skinny, padded in the right places. My husband is a flirt, if he isn’t picking with you , for that matter if neither of us pick with you don’t hang around us, we don’t like you. His flirting was harmless at first, until we realized some of the things he did made her moan. I was shocked at first but we crossed the threshold and told her of our open marriage. I knew he was interested, and apparently she was in him. After he sent her a picture of his soft cock after a shower, moreso. Her husband is a bigger guy with a great sense of humor and makes me laugh. Good looking in the brainy guy way.
I realize she reminds me so much of a younger me. Raised in a house that viewed sex as for procreation only and the woman never took the lead. She was also abused as I was and for her right now the thought of sex as enjoyable is a new concept. Seeing her come out of her shell has been a breath of fresh air for me. I find myself making her a part of our fantasies in the bedroom. Imagining her beautiful nipples in my mouth as my husband has his face buried in her tight pink rosebud of a pussy.
Both things she thought of as ‘sins’, but I could see the arousal concerning it when she would read my blog. I have been there, caught in the wants of my own sexuality but trapped by the memories of past abuses and stern uptight adults telling me that made me a slut to want that. Watching her wrestle with her own thoughts and beliefs and wanting her to break into the side I see in her. I can see her nothing, with the unbridled passion of orgasm on her face. She has never had one and the thought to be the one to give her the first of her life drives me onward.
I want her to come over one night, when no kids are with her and ours are elsewhere. I want to wrap my fingers in her hair and kiss her mouth, softly at first, teasing her lips with my tongue. Biting on the soft pink flesh of her lips and feel her both want and want to pull away. To pull back on her hair and have my teeth graze the velvety flesh of her neck, feel her tremble below my touch, her breath escape her in a loud exhale. My free hand slide under her shirt and bra and tease her pretty brown nipple, pinching it between my fingers to hear her moan. Making my husband watch as I push her borders, make her wet and weak and wanting. Leading her to the bedroom where I undress her and spread her legs, seeing the moistness of her want shining in the low light of the room. Burying my face there, allowing my husband to taste of her nipples while I sip of the nectar she is making for me. Lifting her ass up to bring her sweet aroma closer to me before sucking on her swollen clit and sliding a finger into her soaking wet softness, feeling her muscles clamp around me. I want to break the hold her past has on her and show her what she can have if she only lets it go. I want to spread her legs and watch as my husband puts his hard cock deep in her, seeing her legs lift and wrap around his waist as he does, looking for somewhere to put her own hands and finding them on my breasts. Her mouth on my nipple as he slides in and out of her slowly, the look on his face at the feel of her around his shaft. I want to hear her cum, to feel her tremble at the onslaught of us both, as we lead her to be in the moment. Watching her for signs of checking out and bringing her back to us. Opening everything in her that is in there, the woman that longs for freedom to do all the things she has been denied for far too long. My finger teasing her clit as he fucks her hard, maintaining eye contact with her and telling her how sweet she tastes and how good she feels right now. Hearing her moans as she orgasms around him, her body a mass of trembling nerves and muscles as I lick her from my husband’s hard cock. Once more tasting of her as he fucks me from behind, mixing the remnants of her with my own nectar as I once more taste her sweet still trembling pussy. To cover her body in kisses and touches from both of us as we allow her to bask in the afterglow that a first orgasm brings. Keeping her present in the moment, telling her to talk to us about how she feels and what she wants now. To simply be the one that breaks the gates down to her womanly desires and allowing her the freedom to not only want them but strive for them.
Will it ever happen, I have hopes, I know she is interested, I know she wants it. But our rules state all parties have to agree. her husband flirts with me now, he wants it too but we are waiting on him. I will be patient because she is worth it, this I know.