Menage-a-trios

Menage-a-trios...Not!
by Deine Freundin


This may or may not be a work of fiction!


Part 1


While I was in a bad relationship with my now Ex, I established a online friendship with a woman my own age.  As our friendship blossomed, we confided in each other our past sexual experiences and what was going on in our love (sometimes loveless) lives.  She informed me she was a divorcee with one teenage son.
I told her of my three sons and my abusive husband.  After my divorce, we continued to stay in touch.  She lives in Sweden...so when I moved back to Germany, she suggested we get together.

Mind you...I've had a few semi-bi-sexual-close-encounters, But nothing full-fledged.

After returning to Germany, I began a relationship with a man I met in the Pub I worked at.  He was into computers.  I always had problems with mine, so he agreed to help me out.  We soon became more then friends.

Karl, expressed some interest in mild sexual perversions and we explored a few random fantasies, over our six months of dating, with limited success. We had watched a few pornographic films, to spice up our sex life.  I suggested to him we try a three-some.
Either with two men or two women.  I was going to leave it up to him.
He never pushed the issue, although he did show some initial interest in the idea.


My online friend, Kendhie informed me, she was planning a business trip to my area and would like to meet me for lunch.  So I agreed.

I met her at the pub where I worked.  I knew her as soon as she entered.  She is not your typical Swede.  Kendhie was a hot little brunette.  Her body was firm and only slightly plump.  Like myself...mother's under the skin, we all have a little extra padding.

We hugged, she kissed me, cheek to cheek...it's a European thing.
As we went to go sit down, she grabbed my backside and said she was happy to see that I did not let myself go.

I blushed as she grabbed hold of my left cheek and gave it a real hard squeeze.
As a high pitched squeal left my mouth, several patrons looked my way.  What was worse, a few of my co-workers glanced my way.  A few even gave me a sly grin, which only added to my embarrassment.

We had a few drinks and talked about old times, like we had known each other for years.
In reality, this was the first live "Face-to-face" encounter.  We had talked many times over the past decade or so, on the phone and had sent each other pics of each other on our handy's.  We talked of other friends that we had made "online" from various online games.  That is how we met initially and this was the first time that I had ever had a real life encounter with a pixel pal.

We hit it off right away, so here we were finally.  After almost a decade of only electronic contact, it was kind of nice to meet her in person.  I prided myself in never making any contact with people I met on line, mainly because of how dangerous many encounters have ended up.

I brought Kendhie over to my house.  We shared pictures of our families, talked about our favorite past times.  Mine was cooking, hers was Sex!  We both laughed.  I know from our many chats, that Kendhie was openly bi-sexual...leaning more towards women then men...which led to her divorce in the first place.


I have tried never to judge people for their sexual preferences...
I have been to a few "Love Parades" in Germany, but have always felt a little uncomfortable when G/L's, publicly flaunt their privates suggestively.
But everything in fun is great.  I love humor above all else...and erotic humor above that :-)


Anyway’s...back to Kendhie.  We had a little too much to drink at the pub, so my inhibitions have gone out the window.  I have a privacy hedge around my backyard and the afternoon sun was still quite warm, so the two of us decided to grab a mixed drink and lay out in the sun for a bit.
We new enough of our pasts, that there was no need for any covering up.

I watched her undress.  She was at least 30cm shorter then myself, but her breasts were quite a bit larger then mine.  She had a natural sag.  Her stomach was not all that firm, which is not that uncommon with women our age, that have had children, but still tight enough to see a few of her muscles.  I could make out a trimmed bushy triangle below her stomach.  Her backside was another story.  It was bubbled shape and very cute.  I even commented on it to her.  She laughed, pointed it toward me, slapped it and admitted she had a lift done.

I couldn't believe it.  She had me grab a feel, which of course I couldn't resist.  Upon grabbing a handful, I was pleasantly surprised at how firm it was.

I told her, I need to get me one of those.

Her reply was, I could have hers.


*hesitant giggle on my part*


She asked me if I had any work done to my body. I happily replied, that everything you see is all me.  100% German, natural blond.

She asked, "100% blond? Huh? How can I tell.  You shaved everything off."  Grabbing my pubic mound and letting her middle finger slide between my exposed lips.

I began to feel a little uncomfortable, with her intrusion upon my privates.

I have abnormally large inner lips, which are always hanging down.  I've heard of women going to a surgeon and having lip reconstruction done, But then I have heard some of them had problems with intercourse.  Becoming more painful due to the tightness, so I never even considered it.

She asked if I was more then excited about her being here? Seeing and feeling my flaps hanging down.

I explained it to her.  But I could see the doubt in her eyes.
After comparing body parts, she asked again, if I had not at least had anything done to my breasts?  Because at our age, they should not be that tight and pert, as she took hold of hers, lifted them up and did the little juggling act with them.

I assured her that mine have never been that big to begin with, so gravity never had to much to grab hold of.  I told her that my all my kids would have starved to death, if it weren't for formula.  We both shared a good laugh with that.

She suggested we oil each other up a bit.  Who was I to argue?




Part 2



I went inside to get some lotion.  When I returned, Kendhie lay on her stomach and told me to do her first.

***I giggled.***

Pouring some lotion between her shoulder blades and continuing down to the top of her butt-crack and two long strands down her thighs and calves.  I gently started to spread the white cream over her shoulders.  Around her neck.  Down her arms, which where at her sides.  From time to time she would place her hand between my thighs, trying to inch her way up to my spread pussy while kneeling next to her.  I spread the lotion on her very firm thighs and muscular calves.  It was easy to see she took great pride in her legs and her whole body in general.  Again, she would try to cop a feel of my dangling engorged vaginal lips.

She was beginning to drive me crazy and I wasn't ready to do anything sexual....at least not yet and not outside in the open.  It was always possible that someone could still see us together through an opening in the hedge.

I climbed over her body and sat on her knees.  Pouring some lotion in the palm of my hands, I began to massage her butt cheeks.  I couldn't get over how firm and tight it was.  I mean, there was no jiggle what so ever.

I would sometimes turn my back to my full length mirror, aim, my arsch toward it and jiggle it about.  It kind of made me laugh.  I would do a few butt exercises.
Sometimes though, I secretly wished I could take some of my backside and have it transplanted to my breasts.

Well...back to Kendhie's backside.  My thumbs would push their way between her firm tanned buns.  I commented to her about the lack of tan lines.

Which she said, she was proud of.  Plus, she liked the fact that I didn't have any either.  I told her about the FKK section on the island where I live and work on, during the tourist season and how secluded it was from prying eyes.

She told me of areas like that around Stockholm.  That we will go check them out, if I ever my way butt up her way.

I agreed.

As my thumbs got closer to her little puckered starfish, she tried to spread her legs further apart, to accommodate my wandering fingers.  But the way I had her legs positioned between mine, she was unable to oblige them.  She was however able to turn over beneath me.  Looking up into my eyes. She said it was time for me to do her....front!

I now was staring down at her plump breasts, her slightly firm stomach with the cutest little outie of a belly-button I've ever seen.  She had a naturally curly pubic patch, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that she kept the sides of her slit as clean shaven as I kept mine.  My hands began to shake as I squeezed more lotion on each of her breasts and a line down toward her bush.  Both of my hands cupped one of her breasts and massaged the mound.  Her nipple responded quickly from my manipulation.  As I moved my attention toward the other breast, she tried to gently nudge me off her knees, so she could spread her legs, but I wouldn't give her the opportunity.  I continued to smear the lotion across her abdomen, running my fingers over her sensitive belly-button.  I could see her abdominal muscles contract with every touch of it.
She began to giggle, asking me to stop.  Explaining, her belly-button was super ticklish.

I moved a little further down, mixing the lotion into and around her thick bush.  I had to scoot my body down to her ankles.  At which point, she was able to remove her feet from under me and put her knees into the butterfly position.
Her toes tickled and played with my pussy lips, as my legs were spread well apart.

She removed her feet and placed them on either side of my thighs.  This opened up her pussy to my view.

I was surprised at how dark her vaginal lips were.  Normally those that I had encountered before...

(Which wasn't all that many at such a close range)

... were less tanned and more pink.  I knew she was way more sexually active then I and wondered if that was the reason for the calloused appearance.  I looked into her dark brown eyes.  She nodded, winked and gave me an approving smile.  I took in the aroma of her musk, mixed with that of the clean fragrant lotion.  It was a very pleasing smell.  Clean.

I placed my right hand on her mound and placed my left along her right thigh close to her vaginal opening.  The palm of my right hand was pressing firmly on her covered clit.  Moving it up and down, I could feel it coming begin to stiffen.
My hand pulled away and I took in the sight of her slowly awakening man in the boat.  I have always enjoyed the way mine would come to life.  Hers was no where near as large as mine.....

(Guess Benjamin Franklin was wrong, when he said, 'All women look alike, upside and in the dark.')

Kendhie started to moan.  I slowly parted her lips with my left fingers, inserted the thumb of my right hand into her dripping vagina, firmly pressing against the ribbed roof of her womanhood. The curved part of my hand between my thumb and index finger pushed hard against her now exposed clit.  My fingers where pressing down hard on her pubic-bone.

She spoke in gasping breaths, that this is why she loved women over men.  That only a woman knows how to make another woman come so intensely.  She begged for me to suck on her clit.

"Bitte!"

How could I say, no?  I laughingly told her, that men could be taught, if they are willing to learn.

"Hasch Maul! Komm doch!"

I slowly lowered my head between her legs.  Keeping a constant pressure on her G-spot with my thumb.  Using the palm of my right hand and the fingers of my left to pull her lips farther apart, I could easily make out her exposed clit.  My nose was nestled in her bush, tickling my nostrils.  Slowly I opened my mouth and sucked in her clit all the way down to her folds.  My teeth gently moved back and forth in a swaying motion.  My tongue was busy making circles around her nub.  She placed her hands on either side of my head and pushed her hips into my face.  She began to move them in rhythm with my sucking, my breathing and my licking.

She soon let out a scream and a stream of liquid, which shot past my chin and onto my breasts.  She was trying to catch her breath.  But I did not let up on my assault of her.  She began to scream and hyperventilating, begging for me to stop and at the same time NOT to stop.  More liquid shot forth.
Between her multiple orgasms, she screamed, asking, What I was doing to her?  That she never did anything like this nor experienced anything like this in her life!

All the while I was pleasuring her, my own hips where humping an invisible lover's phallus.
My own rhythm was in time with hers.  I could feel my abdominal muscles contract and release with hers.  My own love juices began to dribble down my thighs.  I would squeeze my legs together and apart.
My hips would move up and down, faster and faster.  I was actually nearing an orgasm, with no one even touching me.

When neither her nor I could last any longer, I felt my own orgasm build deep inside.
My legs stretched out behind me.  As I curled my toes, fighting a cramp in my calf, I timed my own orgasm with another one of hers.

She collapsed locking her thighs around my ears.  I continued to lap her extremely wet pussy.  Savoring the flavor of her ejaculation.



Part 3


After our blissful unification, She sat up and pulled me up on her legs.  I wrapped mine around her waist as we embraced.  Her face was flushed.  She admitted to me, that she has heard of women ejaculating, but never ever experienced it for herself.  I told her I have been doing it from before I lost my virginity....But only achieved it with a very few men...actually...only two and sadly, neither where my husband.
So during my 30 years of marriage, I only had those wonderful feelings, when I pleasured myself.

We hugged each other more firmly and kissed passionately.  She told me, that she hopes to return the favor.  Our hair was wet.  Hers from sweating...mine from that and her juices.  I looked her in the eyes and asked her if she ever had a three-some?

She said she had sex with two other men and two other women, but never with another couple.

I asked her if she would be willing to have one with my current lover and myself?

She laughed and said, If I could do that to her again, she'd have sex with the German National Fußball Team! ...."and I don't even like men that much! They're only good for one thing!", laughing hysterically.

I looked around the yard, wondering if any of my neighbours heard our little interlude. I
saw some branches move about halfway down my property line.  Quickly grabbing a towel, I covered myself and threw another towards Kendhie.  She didn't notice that we had been spied on, wrapped the towel around herself and quickly ran inside, with me close behind.

Once inside, we looked through the closed drapes and saw no movement.  I was wondering if it could have just been a bird or another small animal.  After we saw nothing, I offered my friend, if she would like a glass of wine or something?  She took the glass and sat down on my couch.  I joined her and she asked me about my boyfriend.
I told her that we had been together for almost a year.

How he was a total nerd and like  myself, only married once.  Although his ex, was never as adventurous as I.
We had made love in various public spots and the thrill was indescribable, for both of us.
Just as I was about to go into details, the doorbell rang.  Still wrapped in my towel, I went to answer it.

At the door was my Karl!
He had his keys to my house in his hands and proceeded to hand them to me.
I was confused, asking him what this was all about?

He told me he saw what was going on and figured that I was no longer interested in him.

I asked if it was him, spying on us through the hedge?

He confessed, it was.  That he heard some sounds in the back yard that sounded like someone was in pain.

It was Kendhie's turn to blush.  I tried to tell him, I was setting up a three-some with my friend and him.

But he said it was obvious that I no longer found him sexually attractive.  Handed me his key to my house and left.

I was speechless.....

Kendhie wrapped her arms around me....consoling me...I closed the door and wept!


The End.