4 comments/ 59990 views/ 28 favorites The Big "3-0" By: shavedkitty23 The year I turned 28 my husband turned the big "3-0". When I asked what he wanted for his birthday he told me that he didn't really need anything. This was a problem as I had no idea whatsoever what I would do for this momentous occasion. I considered a surprise party but didn't know how he would take it and also thought about organizing a thing with his closest friends where they could all go out for a golfing weekend or something. The problem was that I guiltily wanted to actually be involved instead of waiting at home to hear all the fun he had while away. Then the idea struck me so fast and hard I was shocked I hadn't thought of it already. I was going to plan a threesome for my husband. He had told me this was his greatest fantasy back when we first met and started to share such intimate details with each other. I had already told him of my interest in being with another woman and I was pretty sure he was more than fine with the idea of watching me do explorations of my own. When he told me his deepest desire was to share pleasure with two women I was a little put off at first mainly due to my mind immediately jumping to the conclusion that he was imagining two supermodels and himself and me nowhere in the picture. When he explained more of his fantasy and I found out that he was actually picturing me and someone else he had dated who had once admitted her enjoyment of occasional forays with bi-sexuality, I actually started to be a little turned onto the idea of threeway play myself. I decided to have a look at some websites. Perhaps not everyone on them had gonorrhea or some other form of STD? I found that at least a dozen couples were seeking a woman for a threesome. The couples all claimed to be gorgeous and under 30. I decided since I would be the one to do the choosing that I would distinguish myself by sounding a little desperate yet quite literate: "I'd like to give my partner his best birthday present ever: an experience with me and another woman. Will you help me?" To my complete surprise, I received a reply 15 minutes later from a woman claiming to be named "Kara" although of course I suspected that was not her real name. Her reply was both well worded and nice. "Hi, I also have a boyfriend with the same fantasy (not very original, I know, but boys will be boys!!). Maybe we could end up doing a deal (though not necessarily). If we like each other, I'd be happy to help out. What kind of scenario did you have in mind?" It may seem imprudent to have pledged loyalty to an anonymous, bisexual woman who trolls "no-strings" websites, but I decided on the spot that I won't respond to anyone else's replies to my ad. I liked her sisterly tone and her perfect spelling. I was not sure about the exchange deal, but that didn't seem to be mission-critical for her and since I was planning on opening this sexual door for my husband, perhaps he would allow me to explore a little outside of our relationship also? We exchanged several e-mails. It turned out she was a mostly straight but somewhat bi-curious, divorced, disease-free mom in her 30s who claimed she was motivated to answer my ad by a kind of sexual altruism. From her photos I could tell that she was quite pretty and also much more curvaceous than me. I knew my husband would love that about her. I also found out that even from her fully clothed shots that she was not afraid to bare some of her more feminine assets. From the size of her ample cleavage I simply knew that he was definitely going to like her! At one point she quoted the expression, "One need not die an idiot." I agreed completely with her statement and we decided to meet for coffee the next day. As I got ready to go meet her, I was suddenly struck by the strangeness of what I was about to do. It was real, and I was feeling very nervous. How would I convince a woman through this simple conversation that she would want to take off her clothes and have sex us? Similar to selecting attire for a job at an office, I decided that I should probably dress for the position I wanted, or the attitude I wanted to portray in this particular case. I ditched my bra and pulled on a v-neck sweater-dress and some nice pearls. With my most favorite strappy sandals I walked to the nearby cafe and waiting. I hoped my look would exude a certain "simple, sexy, casual" attitude that I was going for. I was already sitting down when Kara walked into the café. She was just as pretty as the woman in her pictures, thank god, and I noticed most of all her very friendly face. Although she was dressed fairly conservatively in a sweater and jeans, I noticed that her makeup was fresh. She must have been eager to make a good impression, too. As we talked I became completely certain that my husband would approve of her. I pretended to seem riveted as she described her boyfriend woes, her life as a single mom, and the health issues of her elderly father. Despite the peculiar circumstances of this particular conversation, she was clinging to the conventions of female bonding. To be fair to her, this would normally be what I would do with somebody like her in this setting. Of course, this was not a normal situation. I was meeting her here to arrange for something much more intimate than issues she could share with her co-workers or close friends, so I tried to delicately steer the conversation toward sex. She told me that she had never been with another woman before and while she admitted her ongoing curiosity about exploring with another woman, she just wasn't sure how she would feel about it during the action and most importantly after it was over. I noticed that she did not mention the possible swap that she had proposed much earlier via e-mail. We parted warmly with a quick hug of all things as if we had been friends for a long time instead of the woman I had met through a sex ad I had posted the night before. I waited two days before sending her a note via e-mail. I told her that she has been in my thoughts and that I had found her charming "in every way." She replied immediately, saying that she was very game for our adventure, but that she would like to discuss it in more detail. She asked if we could meet again, to which I told her let's plan the next day at the same cafe if it was convenient for her. I was not sure what kind of plans she wanted to make. We would each suck one of his toes? I would read him poetry in the nude while she stripped off her clothes for him? The course of things on the day itself seemed hard to predict and I didn't know what she could possibly want to plan out in any detail. At that point though, I was convinced she would be the "one" and I was goal-oriented to have her join us in our bed. At our second meeting, her insecurities surfaced. Did I think this counted as cheating on her boyfriend? What kind of women did my husband like? I answered her questions carefully and with assurance. First I told her that my husband would definitely be very much into her as she seemed to be a wonderful and sexy woman with a very beautiful body. In reply to her question about cheating I told her that in my opinion this was in no way a form of cheating on her boyfriend, especially if we ever decided to try out some sort of swap option involving me. This encounter was about making a fantasy come true and about sharing a mutually satisfying once-in-a lifetime sexual experience between three people that would otherwise have probably never crossed paths in such circumstances. Kara was not choosing us instead of her boyfriend; she was trying something out and helping us to explore something that we would have a hard time realizing any other way. She seemed quite satisfied with my responses and also seemed to visibly relax after a while. We then laid down some ground rules for the threesome. To avoid making either of us ladies uncomfortable, we decided that the two of us would be in charge. My husband would not be allowed to make a move unless we allowed it. She and I would meet at a nearby hotel suite, share a fun drink or two to set the mood, and he would join us there once he was out of work. After about an hour, she took out her calendar, and we scheduled the threesome for a week later, the 20th, after work. The week passed by fairly quickly and the big night hit sooner than I was mentally prepared for. I got home early from work in order to change before heading off to check into the pre-arranged hotel suite before my husband would join me there. He of course had no clue that I would actually be meeting Kara there first. I decided to dress at home rather than bring everything and get changed at the room. I wanted to be in the right frame of mind and in the right outfit as soon as possible once getting settled into the suite. I kept boasting to myself about how I was going to have a threesome in a little more than an hour. I knew that I was not going to die an idiot. Before slipping on my black thigh highs and my most sexy sheer and lace black thong with matching camisole, I gave myself a quick spray of my favorite perfume. I checked myself in the mirror before putting on the dress that would conceal my secrete intentions from the real world. I looked ready and was starting to feel ready too. I drove to the hotel feeling more confident than nervous which made me very satisfied. I knew that I would be in control tonight and if things weren't going well, that Kara and I could probably have a good laugh about it afterwards. I hoped that Kara wasn't feeling too nervous and I wondered what she had planned on wearing for our intimate time together. I realized that we hadn't really discussed the proper attire for our soiree. I then realized that we hadn't really discussed any physical or sexual rules at all about what we would feel comfortable with. I realized that planning a threesome properly took more effort and attention to detail than I think I was ready for. I checked into the hotel, and found the room without any difficulty. I will admit that the nerves were starting to get to me now in full force. I put the TV on as a distraction and waited for my 'date' to arrive. As we had never exchanged phone numbers, I sent Kara an e-mail with my phone telling her that I was at the hotel and it was a lovely suite. She replied very quickly saying she was in her car waiting and that she would be right up. Within about five minutes, there was a knock on the door and I checked the peep hole to make sure it was Kara and was completely blown away by what she was wearing. The deep v-neck of her royal blue dress did its best not to hide very much of her very impressive cleavage and clung to her curves just the way a dress should when one does not expect to wear it all night. I let her into the room and offered her a glass of the wine I had brought from home as I poured myself my second serving. We sipped our wine and chatted seemingly oblivious to the fact that we would be getting naked and then having sex together with my husband in about thirty minutes. The only hint of any sort of sexual involvement between us happened when Kara remarked how she liked the pattern on my stockings. I thanked her as I carefully lifted the hem of my dress to reveal a little more of it to her but without showing too much of my leg. Looking back that was both a perfectly natural thing to do and also completely ridiculous. This woman that I'd known for fewer than two weeks was about to see me completely naked anyway so in retrospect I might as well have taken off the dress right then and there! Kara reached out and stroked my stocking covered leg supposedly to explore the texture but I think it was more likely she was trying to initiate some level of physical intimacy with me. It worked. As her hand traveled up and down my leg a mere two times I could feel a tingle in between my legs that completely caught me off guard. I told her they were thigh highs and that my husband loved women in thigh highs. She laughed and said she wished she'd known about his taste in lingerie as she had some things she could have worn but instead decided to keep things simple tonight for my sake. I immediately apologized to her for not having more clearly set what I expected and she thanked me but told me she realized she would just follow my lead and that way I would stay comfortable and that would in turn make her more comfortable. My phone suddenly buzzed with the receipt of a text from my husband. He had just parked the car and wanted to know which room I was in. I told him the suite number and then let Kara know that he was up on his way. The butterflies started up quite strongly again with me now. I was more nervous with anticipation at his reaction than about the events that were going to unfold. I suggested that maybe we should take off our dresses now and that way he would know what tonight was going to be all about without any verbal explanation from us. Kara seemed to pause at this suggestion and I immediately felt badly for putting a foot wrong on this first important step of our shared sexual adventure. Perhaps she was not comfortable removing clothes at my request until my husband was there? We were both relieved when my husband arrived sparing me the anguish of having to apologize again so quickly into this evening. As my husband walked in, I introduced him to Kara. He seemed a bit confused although looking at her body in that dress I think his confusion was more in the form of "this can't actually be happening, can it?" To this day I still don't know why I said this, but I told him that Kara was going to be our third wheel on our tricycle of pleasure tonight. I was really not sure if this had fully cleared his confusion so I scrambled and asked Kara if she would like to kiss my husband. Based on the way she approached him with an impressively sultry look on her face, I could tell that she did indeed want to kiss him. She leaned in and just went for it with no words spoken, kissing my husband in plain view of me. When he was immediately very physical with her, it totally broke the ice. The surge of emotion and excitement that went through me was probably ten times less than what Kara or my husband was feeling. With their brief yet quite passionate introduction out of the way, we had a sort of group hug, and then Kara and I agreed that he could take off both of our dresses. My first surprise was that women are allowed to wear jewelry in bed. Kara even kept her large hoop earrings on. My second surprise was that Kara was only wearing a light pink push-up bra under that blue dress, with no slip, stockings, nor panties. I completely understood why taking off the dresses earlier might not have been the right move for her. I suddenly felt quite overdressed with probably less than half of my body exposed whereas our new-found sex partner was nearly naked with the exception of the amazing uplifting pink bra she was wearing. My third and largest surprise was that there was not a visible hair on Kara's body below her eyebrows. I had always thought that women who shaved or waxed smooth down there were doing it to fulfill some sick person who was into little girls, yet I will admit that her pussy looked incredibly pretty and not in a little girlish sort of way at all. Perhaps it was that clean look mixed with her luscious curves that helped me understand why women would do it at all. It was at that moment I decided if the opportunity arose that I would certainly want to explore her down there. The funniest thing of the whole evening was how quickly we had broken the only real rule we had established beforehand in a short matter of minutes. Kara and I did not keep our full control of the situation at all, nor had we bothered to inform my husband of our wish to do so. With us both out of our dresses and my husband noting how much more I was wearing than our new playmate, he suggested to Kara that she should help me remove my stockings. She didn't hesitate for even a moment. She knelt down on her knees in front of me smiling and reached her fingers down inside the band of my left stocking and carefully pulled it down my thigh. As it bunched down near the bottom of my leg, she carefully pulled it clear as I lifted my foot off the floor letting it pass. She repeated the same action on my right stocking. It was amazing how naked I felt having this other woman touching me and checking me out in my finest lingerie. I still had on much more than did she of course. The air hitting my bare legs gave me the smallest of goose bumps. I was so glad to have shaved my legs earlier that morning as Kara's hand had already thoroughly explored them! My husband's next suggestion echoed in my head for instant while I tried to comprehend what was happening. He told Kara that she should probably also help take off his wife's panties since I still had too many clothes on. Kara remained on her knees and looked up at me, still smiling. She really had a very pretty smile. It complimented the amazing cleavage I could easily see from my higher vantage point. Her hands reached towards the waistline of my thong and just as they lightly touched the fabric of the lace at the band she leaned in close and breaking her eye contact with me, planted a kiss directly on the thin fabric covering my pussy. To say a wave of excitement shot through me at that moment does not adequately describe what I had felt. The first kiss was followed by a very short second and third and then she went for number four which was a long and deliberate kiss. I knew without her saying a word that she had just as much intention as I did on exploring another woman's body and I was very happy that I was going to be her first as well. I don't know if it was the pressure of her lips, the way she touched me with her hands, or just the fact that she was so tender in her actions, but my body knew this was not a man doing this to me. I also knew that Kara was starting to make me quite wet. She kissed me between my legs a final time before finally starting to pull down the soft lace band off my hips with the sheer fabric down the front following suite, but in the back the fabric clung where it had been stretched into place by me less than an hour ago. Undaunted, Kara moved around to the back and carefully extracted the thin fabric from between my cheeks. My brain barely had the chance to process the compliment that my ears had relayed its way as Kara told my husband that his wife had such a firm hot little ass when she surprised me completely by planting a new series of soft kisses all over my backside. This time it was her lips on my bare skin and my body took notice of that new form of pleasure. I tensed up while she rubbed and squeezed each cheek while she kissed me repeatedly back there. I had never experienced anything like that before and I was definitely becoming very excited by it. By the time she had finally completed the successful removal of my panties, I had become very ready to take our play to the next stage. I decided it was time for me to take a little control back of the situation. I helped Kara back up to her feet and told her that I thought it was time for the birthday boy to start losing some of his clothes. We worked together removing his shirt, undershirt, socks and finally his pants. He stood in front of us wearing only the sexy dark gray boxer briefs I had bought him for our last Valentine's Day and an erection that I could have spotted from across an exhibition hall. I knelt down in front of him and reached inside his boxer briefs grasping his impressive bulge and then pulled his rapidly hardening cock free. I looked up to speak with Kara and was very surprised to see she was in the midst of sharing her second very passionate kiss with my husband. I could feel his cock throb while they kissed and marveled at the sounds of my husband kissing another woman. The Big "3-0" I could see that her tongue was exploring my husband's mouth, so I decided I would take him into my mouth, slowly sucking him while the two of them kept each other's mouths occupied. After a few minutes of this I spoke to Kara and asked if she wanted to come down and try sucking my husband's cock. Once again, she didn't hesitate as I invited her to share a new level of passion with my husband. I will admit that I had never really watched anyone give a blowjob before despite how many times I had been an active participant. Even the few adult films I had seen were not the same as witnessing this in person. The fact that the male subject happened to be my husband and the woman performing the act was the lover for him that I found on the internet gave me a strange sense of pride. I could tell immediately that she knew what she was doing in this arena. Her lips parted and she took in first the head, slowly letting it work her lips apart and back together as she had him enter and withdraw from her mouth. Then she started to take in more of him and he responded by moaning quite audibly and even at one point gripping her head with his left hand. I could hear a faint wet sucking sound as Kara tasted my husband in this most intimate way. I noticed again how pretty she was, even with several inches of my husband's now fully erect manhood sliding in and out of her mouth. Her cheeks were lightly flushed and went slightly concave each time she backed her mouth off his impressive cock. She herself moaned periodically during the act which I knew only made it better for my husband. I hoped that I looked just as pretty when I was giving a blowjob. I don't know why, but I reached out and touched her back in encouragement, slowly rubbing her lower back below the band of her bra and appreciated the smoothness of the skin and the amazing curves present back there. Her skin was warm, so soft, and so feminine. I decided that I wanted in on the act so I paused the action for a moment while I had Kara help me pull my husband's underwear right off his body. He had gone from the least naked to being fully naked in a matter of minutes. She resumed sucking him and I positioned myself close enough that if I twisted my head I could lick the base of his shaft from the side while she sucked the top half of his cock. At one point I recall seeing that she was making full eye contact with him and saw that the only physical connection between them was her mouth wrapped wetly around his thick cock. I attempted to join in on the eye contact as well. Of course my sideways licking wasn't going to allow any sort of eye contact with him so I looked for a new target for my mouth that would let me enjoy seeing my husband's reaction to this most special of birthday gifts. I don't know why I hadn't noticed until then, but my husband had apparently shaved himself completely smooth in anticipation for tonight. He regularly trimmed his hair fairly neat at my request but I suppose he wanted to make everything very clean for his usual birthday blowjob. I love that he had no idea during his preparation that he was going to be getting two blowjobs from two different women at the same time. My mouth had found its new area to explore and I stretched my tongue out while I got lower than Kara and carefully and slowly licked my husband's balls while looking right up in his eyes. I lightly sucked at one and then the other letting them in and out between my wet lips. I can only imagine the thoughts going through his mind while his wife and a complete stranger were looking up at him with dirty looks in their eyes while their mouths and tongues did sexy things to him. For two women who had never shared a man before, I thought we did a fairly excellent job of improvising our coordinated attack of my husband. We swapped who was sucking and who was licking and even at one point we both took a side of his shaft in between our lips and slid up and down in an almost synchronized way. His body's own lubricant oozed out with much more frequency and amount than what I would say was normal and we both took turns very deliberately licking it off the tip of his cock. It tasted as sexy and delicious as ever. At one point I had licked a very noticeable drop of the clear sexy liquid off the tip of his cock. Kara suddenly reached a hand to the side of my face and gently guided my mouth to hers kissing me very deeply. Her tongue entered my mouth slowly but with confidence. The first thing I noticed was the very sexy taste of my husband's cock on her breath and then I think it sunk in that this was a woman I was kissing and not a man. It was full of passion and was very sensual without any roughness but with all the eagerness and hunger. Kissing her was truly wonderful and eye opening experience. I loved it and was inspired to do more. I reached behind Kara's back and carefully undid all the clasps of her impressive bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. Pulling slowly, I removed her breasts from their supporting cups and her massive breasts fell naturally into place. I reached out once I had discarded the bra and gently rubbed them. They were very warm, soft and so amazingly full. Other than being the same basic anatomical part as my own, they seemed almost completely different from mine. I lifted up on her right breast and leaned in, sucking her nipple into my mouth. I know that I was breastfed as a child but I thankfully have no recollection of having done such to my mother so while this was perhaps not my first breast it was the first one I was sucking for purely pleasurable reasons. Her nipple hardened rapidly to my mouth's wet suction. Her breasts were simply beautiful and the sensation of taking one into my mouth was amazing. It was incredible how hard her nipple was in comparison to the softness of the breast itself. I would never admit this to my husband but I in those moments I began to comprehend why men enjoyed women's breasts so much. It occurred to me that I might have been being too greedy in my enjoyment of Kara's impressive chest but then it struck me that my husband had enjoyed his fair share of breasts in his adult life and that I deserved as much time as I needed. I sucked at both nipples, licked her soft breasts, and squeezed them in admiration. During this time Kara had removed my camisole and had started to rub and play with mine. My breasts were on the smaller side, pushing a B-cup on a good day, but the one remarkable thing about them was how erect my nipples would be under the right stimulation. By the time Kara leaned in to suck on them, they were harder than I'd ever seen and were begging for some special attention. The feeling of her mouth on my breasts transmitted a pure form of feminine sexuality right to my core. Her mouth was gentle but her hunger was real. She moaned with delight as she sucked and licked at them, and clearly thoroughly enjoyed going from one to the other and then back again. She even admitted that she had fantasized about doing this to another woman for as long as she had fantasized about sex. I didn't mind one bit. Each electric pulse with her mouth on my nipples sent waves through me and they seemed to each run straight down between my legs. I felt as turned on and wet as I could ever recall feeling. I decided it was time for my husband to have his chance with her massive breasts. I told Kara we should get back on the bed and get more comfortable. As we moved up onto the bed, my husband followed and soon I guided Kara onto her back kissing her tenderly while my husband squeezed and kneaded her incredibly large breasts before he couldn't resist any longer and sucked deeply at them. I paused kissing Kara long enough to watch my husband gorging on her soft breasts. I could tell he was lost and I wanted to snap him out of this trance before Kara or I started to lose our focus. Amazingly Kara seemed to have the same vibe as she blurted out that if he enjoyed her breasts so much, that maybe he could enjoy them another way. He looked up at us, his face clearly moist from his ridiculous suckling of her. It was clear he wasn't quite sure what she had in mind. I knew perfectly well what she had hinted at, but of course I didn't have most of my blood surging through my loins in quite the same way that his was doing. I calmly explained to him that Kara was proposing that maybe another part of his body wanted to feel what it was like to be between two large beautiful breasts. I think that may have been his "aha" moment. He mounted up on top of her, straddling her abdomen and as he gripped his cock and guided it down towards her chest, Kara and I both gripped her large breasts and provide my husband with a luscious valley to explore. I, of course, could never have offered this particular pleasure to my husband. His cock disappeared down into the cleavage formed between her breasts as he thrusted slowly in between them. For a while I took pleasure from offering him this enjoyment, but after a few moments I was ready to experience something new myself. Just as I let go of her breasts, my husband had started to push further up into Kara. Now the tip of his cock on each push was getting very close to her mouth. She playfully stuck out her tongue and after a few tries successfully licked the tip of his cock on each pass up inside the cleft between her breasts. It seemed my husband was looking for something a little wetter than what only her ample breasts could provide. I came around behind him and positioned myself down between her legs. They were spread part of the way, but when I started to rub lightly up the insides of her thighs she reacted instantly by spreading them quite wide. Her smooth and bare pussy was there inviting me to it. I could see that she was quite aroused and also that she also had been getting quite wet. I gently kissed up her smooth legs first one side and then the other and then I just went for it and took a long lick right up her sexy slit. My tongue marveled at the textures and the surprisingly sexy taste of her. I explored both her larger plump lips and her smaller inner ones with my tongue before I sucked and teased her very noticeable clit. I wanted more of a taste though now too and so I headed back down with my tongue and licked at her opening deeply. It was wild to slide my tongue inside another woman this way. Her taste flooded my mouth and I could hear muffled moans that synchronized with my exploration of her. I decided I really wanted to bring her to orgasm. I licked her repeatedly inside her opening and then moved my tongue back to her clit, flicking it while I slid first one, and then after several moments later, a second one inside of her. I searched for her g-spot with them and knew I was getting close as her moans increased just as her hips began to squirm at my touch. Suddenly I was reminded that there were in fact three people engaged in all of this fun. I had been so locked onto giving deep pleasure to Kara that my brain forgot that the love of my life was in the midst of enjoying another woman's breasts in ways he probably had only dreamed about. I could hear him really grunting now and noticed that Kara's body was swaying to his steady strong rhythm. I pulled up from between her legs, and wiping my mouth with my hand I looked around the side of my husband in time to see that he had apparently had enough with her breasts. He was pumping fully in and out of Kara's wet mouth. This was an activity that my husband and I had shared on a few occasions but admittedly not with the same sort of intensity I was witnessing now with Kara. Soon after I had started watching them, my husband lurched back and out of Kara's mouth and began to spray his thick white cum all over Kara's face and chest. I was shocked by exactly how much he spilled onto her. It was such a deliberate an act and this was not something I had ever had him do with me. I found out later that while I had been busy in my exploration of Kara that she had told him that her breasts were getting sore and that he could use slide her in mouth. As he got close and gave her his warning of such, she ordered him to pull out and explode all over her chest. It was quite the scene as my husband dismounted from her and retreated to the bathroom to get a towel to help clean up the mess he had just made all over this other woman. When he returned and handed Kara the towel, she sort of laughed and curiously placed it to the side. She then lifted up her huge left breast to her mouth and carefully licked all of the fresh white liquid she could reach with her tongue. She repeated the same action with her right breast before she scooped some off her face with her fingers and sucked them clean with her mouth. She clearly did not need a towel. It was around that moment that she invited to help clean her up if I cared to. While that had not been my first shock of the night, it had definitely been the most shocking so far. I had tasted my husband many times before but it was also in the midst of us being sexual together and not in any sort of situation like this. I am happy to admit but I quickly decided it was going to be then or never before I straddled her while on hands and knees and leaned into her neck carefully licking up the sexy fluid that had strayed over there. My husband told me later that if it was physically possibly that he would have taken me deep and hard right there as he watched me bent over and carefully cleaning his fresh cum off this other beautiful woman. I admitted to him how at that moment I had never felt more like a dirty slut in my life. Kara then suggested that maybe we should have him lie down and relax so that we could get him hard again. My husband very willingly got down onto his back on the bed, his previously engorged cock clearly in need of a little break. Kara and I found positions on either side of him and began to kiss him all over, nibbling, teasing, and sucking on him with our mouths. After several minutes of this I reached down between his legs and began to tease the incredibly soft and smooth skin holding his very tender balls. After a while I could feel a small twitch of his cock while I did so and decided that perhaps his waiting period was nearing its end. I decided that I wanted to do this properly and so I straddled him in a similar way to how I had straddled Kara with my face down near his body and my ass sticking up into the air. I slowly massaged his shaft and his balls while I gently licked at the tip of his cock. It is hardening slightly but still needed a bit of restoration time. I had not told him but I had been practicing a new trick at home in anticipation of tonight and decided that now might be the right time for the big reveal. With him about halfway back up to strength I stretched open my mouth and gradually slid every inch of his hardening cock into me. I pressed my lips up against the base of him so that he knew exactly what I had learned to do. I repeated this motion several times and even as he hardened back to nearly full strength I was able to get him all the way inside my mouth. As my attention had been solely focused on showcasing this newly learned skill I lost track of what Kara had been doing. Suddenly I felt a pair of soft hands rubbing my hips gently spreading me apart from behind down between where my thighs met my cheeks. I could feel her kissing up my thighs and then I felt her first lick of me. If the first taste was tentative the next several were not. I felt so exposed and yet almost liberated at the same time. I had experience giving and receiving oral pleasure simultaneous even in my sex life before my husband, but this was an certainly an entirely different experience. I was completely aware that we were three at this moment. My husband moaned with delight while his wife pleasured him more fully with her mouth than she'd ever done before while he watched another woman giving his wife full-on oral pleasure at the same time. Kara herself was not being silent. As noisily as I sucked my husband while he reacted to my gracious gift of pleasure, Kara was much louder with her exploration of me. She moaned, sucked, and licked loudly while she tasted me in such an intimate way. The way that her hands were holding me open so that she could access me was really driving me wild. Suddenly I felt as her tongue started to slide up from my pussy. It came up and up and she passed near my ass. I clenched a little as she passed her tongue right around it a few times and then passed right over it. Without any further warning, she just started to lick over it repeatedly with sexy wet flat licks. I had never had this done to me before but the way the sensations from it combined with everything else that was going on was driving me totally wild. It was so wrong and naughty but the fact that it was coming from this sexy woman that I barely knew was such a turn on for me. After a while she switched to using one hand to hold me open while the other rubbed me between my legs. At one point I could feel as one of her fingers had found its way inside of me and I realized instantly that it was exactly the sensation I had been craving. There was nothing like being penetrated when the time was right and my body was ready. I guess looking back it shouldn't have been a surprise but soon thereafter I felt Kara's tongue do more than just lick across the opening of my ass. She was licking right into it. Soon I felt her tongue pleasuring me in the back the same way she had done in the front only moments earlier. This new penetration combined with the familiar one offered by a finger in the front was quickly driving me towards the peak of my pleasure. My husband for his part was completely and fully hard by this point. He hadn't actually had it inside of anything other than our mouths and in between a fabulous pair of breasts. I could tell that he was itching to try something else. I asked Kara if she was ready to take his nice hard cock. Her response told me that she definitely was. She told me to lay on my back and she would keep going down on me while my husband took her from behind. I didn't mind switching to a new position one bit as I was convinced that Kara was going to make me climax any minute. I got onto my back on the bed and spread apart my legs granting Kara easy access to my most intimate parts again. For her part, Kara got down on hands and knees and leaned down into me. She looked up at me while she licked the inside of both inner thighs before she licked my clit slowly and deliberately. I watched as my husband slid on one of the condoms he had brought and lubricated it thoroughly with his hand before he tried to enter Kara. I could have told him that the lubricant was not needed but I honestly was too busy enjoying the pleasure that Kara was giving me. Her finger was back inside me in almost no time and was soon joined by another. My g-spot reacted strongly to the attention it was now getting and my clit pulsed with every flick of her excited tongue. Soon she began to move up and down my body slightly in reaction to the steady slow thrusts my husband was delivering into her. It was incredibly hot to be witnessing this in person let alone to be receiving this wildly satisfying attention at the same time. My husband grunted as he picked up his pace on Kara. She moaned at his progress and tried her best to bring this same intensity to me. She definitely succeeded when she withdrew one of the wet fingers out of my pussy and slowly but surely slid it up my ass. While I had explored some of the pleasures offered back there previously, I had never really experimented with being penetrated in both areas at the same time before and the feeling of both fingers inside of me pleasured me in a new way that I was not even aware existed. The Big "3-0" If I had felt as though I was close to a climax before, I felt like I had just stumbled into a whole new pleasure arena that could take a lot more pleasure before it would be filled to capacity. I could feel both of her fingers sliding deeper and deeper inside of me. By the time the one in the front found its way back to my g-spot I became instantly aware that the finger inside my ass was as far in as it would be allowed to go by her hand. I had never taken anything so deep back there before and it didn't bother me, rather it felt as natural and pleasurable as any act I'd ever experienced. At one point Kara asked my husband to pull out of her for a quick moment. Clearly it seemed she needed to reposition to get more comfortable. As he backed out of her, she got down a little lower by spreading her legs more. I could see she was sticking her wonderfully curvy ass out even further for him now. I'm not sure what thought was going through his mind, but I knew he was one lucky boy for sure. She looked back towards him and told him to come back inside but to please put a little more lubricant on himself first. I was shocked at this as she had been extremely wet the short time earlier when I had tasted it myself. I reached down and rubbed myself almost absent-mindedly, feeling my own aroused lips and noticing just how wet everything was down there. I had been getting so used to the constant pleasure that even for those few short moments my aroused body parts were starting to feel a little neglected. My husband applied more lubricant as he had been asked to do and positioned himself again behind Kara. As she looked back at him, she also reached back upon him seeming to be unsuccessful in re-entering her. She appeared to guide him with her hand back to where he belonged inside of her. She told him to go slowly and as he did she began to moan in a new and different way than before. After a few moments she released her grip of him and to my delight she focused her attention and her hands back on me. I could not have been happier as I was about ready to take matters fully into my own hands and give myself the release I was practically dying to have. I listened to the muffled moans of the woman between my legs and to the deep and uninhibited grunts of my husband and soon I began to moan now myself. I found myself getting totally lost in the moment again. The fingers that had only been wetted with her mouth previously were now lubricated from touching my husband's cock and quickly found their way back into my front and back simultaneously. If it had felt good before, now it felt absolutely amazing. I knew I would only last a few more moments of this intense pleasure. I had never felt so stretched open and pleasured simultaneously at the same time before. I just wanted more of it, and as fast as I could get it. I looked up and saw my husband now taking Kara deep and hard and noticed that she was practically screaming into my body with her mouth while it still tried desperately to continue to pleasure me. When Kara's mouth failed to take any further orders from her brain, she substituted licking my clit by slipping the 2nd finger out of the front and joining the other one in the ass while sliding her thumb up inside my pussy. It was a tighter squeeze in my ass but it felt amazing. The pressure was intense but so pleasurable at the same time and I could hear myself grunting in a guttural low pitch that I don't recall ever having done before. I wanted to let this sensation last as long as I could hold off my orgasm in order to let me explore the incredibly intensity of this experience. It was then that I heard my husband blurt out what some call the dreaded "L-word". Yes, he said the word "love" with regards to another woman. Thankfully he did not say, "I love you Kara", he had said something far less romantic. In between a couple of choice expletives, he told Kara and likely any neighbors to our suite that he really thoroughly enjoyed anal sex with her. All the pieces suddenly had fallen into place. Kara was one of "those" anal sex-loving women that the women's magazines talk about in those interesting yet likely embellished sex surveys. She had been taking my husband in her ass probably since the moment she had repositioned and had him re-enter her. I had to admit that I was not prepared for things to go to this extreme. I wasn't sure if I was more bothered that she was offering him something I had never offered him or that he was enjoying it so much that he told her he loved it. I decided I needed to do something about this situation, even if it was a bit rash. Mind you, I was in the midst of the most mind-blowing sex of my 28 years, and I wasn't about to cause any wet blankets to fall onto our delightful tryst. I back away from Kara's grip of me, and got up from my position on the bed. I came around the side of her and came to face the same direction as Kara and my husband. I bent my torso down and stuck my ass up into the air and rubbed more lubricant into myself from the bottle that my husband had discarded beside Kara. I was surprised how easily my finger slipped inside my back door. This was going to be a pure offering to the love of my life on his special birthday. In case my husband did not understand the gesture, I made sure to make my offer clear. I asked him if he wanted to now take his wife this way too. From there, things became a bit blurry. I do remember at one point reaching back and sliding the condom off of him before I let him into me. I wanted him to enter me naturally as him and not with a thin veil of rubber on. He was certainly bigger and thicker than Kara's two fingers had been so it took a few moments for me to adjust to him. Once I did get used to his size though, I thoroughly enjoyed my first experience of real anal sex and made sure to let everyone know about it. I remember being much more vocal that I normally was and even caught myself off guard as I threw a few expletives in. My husband took turns on each of us, going for about a minute in each before switching to the other. I knew full well the risks of unprotected sex, particularly sharing bacteria between people while having sex this way but in that moment I didn't even think twice. Thank goodness that nobody had any unusual medical irregularities afterwards, at least none that I was aware of. Kara used her fingers on my pussy every time my husband had re-entered me. My clit by that point was telling me that my pleasure peak was rapidly coming near. My husband told me afterwards that having anal sex with two women at the same time was not even on his fantasy radar. If I was honest with him, it hadn't even crossed my mind what it would be like for him while it was going on. He explained that it was as close to an out of body experience as he'd ever had. He said he tried not to think too much at all and to just enjoy it while doing his best to make it last as long as he could. He said taking turns with his wife and this curvy stranger was wilder than he had ever imagined. He mentioned how the contrasts of our two completely different feminine bodies made everything that much better. He told me that he was really thankful for having to take it slowly to enter me because it gave his mind and body time to focus on the task at hand. He also admitted that having anal sex with a stranger was extremely hot, but having his wife there allowing it, and then joining in on it made it the best birthday present he could have ever had. I'm actually not really sure who came first, but it was either me or my husband. When he did cum I felt him spasm three times before he flooded me with every drop of hot cum that was still in his body. I was at a level of intense pleasure so beyond anything I'd ever experienced that I was only vaguely aware of who was doing what to whom and what was being done to me. I came harder and louder than I ever had in my life, to the delight of both Kara and my husband. Since my husband had already climaxed and I was essentially a quivering mess, Kara got onto her back and asked if he wouldn't mind helping her have her full release. I became a mere spectator as he got down between her legs and licked her while his fingers pleasured her. She was grunting a long drawn-out and powerful orgasm in a very short while as she pulled his face into her hips and made was would never have been misinterpreted as a shout out to a higher power in a religious way. He told me afterwards how surprised he was when she was practically begging him to slide multiple fingers into her ass. Apparently I shocked him quite a bit more when I mentioned quite casually that it wasn't until I felt Kara doing that to me that I knew I wanted to take his big cock back there in me. I thought perhaps we were done as all three of us had achieved our climaxes but apparently Kara and my husband had other ideas. I tried my best to stay attentive — it was a birthday present after all and I pride myself on being a courteous hostess — but soon I started to feel a little tired thanks to all of the recent sexual and emotional exertion that had happened combined with the two and a half glasses of wine I had consumed during the fun. W hen I glanced at the clock, I was shocked to see that we had been having sex for over two hours. I had no idea that sex could be so long. As my husband and Kara continued to enjoy and pleasure each other I realized, with some alarm, that they were both probably more sexual than I was. I liked it plenty, but I was also satiable. They were polite and both my husband and Kara separately made sure that it was OK that they kept going. For my part I was completely done and I encouraged them to ravage each other. Finally, they tired themselves out, but not until they had tried what appeared to be every way they could think of pleasuring each other. While they tried out the bed, the couch, the work desk, and several areas of the floor, I had used the bathroom, took a long shower, and had made an 8 o'clock dinner reservation at a restaurant nearby that my husband and I both enjoyed. I don't know all the details of what they did together but somewhere between my shower and me retrieving my hair brush from my suitcase I saw that Kara was not afraid to lick women or men back there. I watched in bemused shock as she even slid a finger inside of him while giving him yet another slow and wet blowjob. I wasn't sure that was a form of pleasure-giving that I was soon to adopt. There was a sweet moment at the very end when the three of us lay naked together under the covers, with the birthday boy in the middle. He was beaming. When I placed my hand near his cock to see if he had anything left in reserve he quickly shifted my hand away and told me he was too sore for any more fun. I knew that I had done my job and had also picked the right woman for us to share this fantasy with. Kara seemed very pleased, too. She e-mailed me several times later that night and she mentioned her surprise by how erotic she found the whole experience, especially being with me. I was flattered to have converted her. I myself had discovered that I was much more bi-sexual than I had previously thought. I had always felt that there might be something else out there, but now I knew what I had been missing. One of her e-mails suggested that she would like a repeat performance. I thought about how amazing it would be to re-create the fun we had shared sometime in the near future but then it dawned on me that my own birthday was coming up. I think maybe I wouldn't mind having that swap deal played out after all.