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From Her Point of View
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From Her Point of View So, it is the man of the couple "TheLumberjill" that usually posts on the blog. I, the lady, thought, maybe I had a story to tell. So here it is, what got us started on this adventure from my point of view.... This past long, cold, snowed-in winter, an old friend of my husband's got in touch with him. her winter was certainly longer and colder, as she lived up North. Over time, they really got re-acquainted and she brought up wanting to escape from the darkness. My husband is both a generous and a thoughtful soul, so he asked me if she could come first and then offered to her she could visit for a couple of months. We hit it off right away, this strange and wonderful woman and I . She was full of broad sweeping ideas and everything she saw was colored and shaded by her knowledge and views. She was also unbearably naive, raised by a very religious family. She had avoided sexual openness, made only a few friends, taken few risks. One day when I came back from errands, my husband told me he had kissed her and wondered if we could do more all of us together. I chewed it about. I thought she was attractive, but hadn't enjoyed a girl in a long time, and besides, I thought she wasn't into girls. And why did he want this, anyway, I was thinking. Did he need a good girl to rescue? Was it not enough I would give him anything? And so I said, "I think no", and he respected it. Well, the next day, we spoke more, the strange, wonderful woman and I. Somewhere in the conversation I realized it was she who in the early days when the man who was to become my husband and I were figuring things out, told him he needed to go back for me, that I was his one. And somewhere in the conversation I realized that her whole experience of sex and men was of not having her needs met and putting up with substandard sex in order to be nice. Well, that was just wrong! Everyone deserves a good orgasm, and I knew just the man to give her one!...wait...that man would be my husband...maybe with a little guidance from me so he wouldn't scare off the practical virgin? So I told her then and there that she and my husband had my blessing to enjoy each other, with the caveat that she ensured he gave her a really good time - and no faking! That night I got called from the dishes to have a dip in the<b> hot tub. </font></b>We all slipped in naked and I looked at her lovely soft curves, so different from my bone and muscle body. My man slipped between us, caressing us both. She so surprisingly made the first move and kissed me. I hugged her while he led her to orgasm and insisted she needed more. It was so beautiful watching my man open her insides and send shivers across her face. I knew how good he felt and loved watching how he made her feel that way. I could see how he enjoyed the novelty, but felt his need for more. I realized he wasn't needing a good girl. He knew I could give him everything, and he wasn't scared to take it all from me. We left her contentedly sleeping and slipped up to our own bed. He scoured my insides clean with his cock, took me like he could turn me inside out. It was delicious and exposed and very raw. Then it was my turn to sleep contentedly. The next morning I actually slept in. I am indoctrinated by my job to wake up with the sun, so this was unusual. I guess the previous night's activity had something to do with it. I opened my eyes to a lovely girl bringing me coffee and breakfast. She sat beside me while I took a few bites and then slipped in the covers with me...and slipped her legs around me...and grabbed my nipples. We were in a tangle of mouths and fingers and softness and we surprised each other into a delicious grinding, scissoring orgasm as my husband walked in the door and said "Oh," and then, "May I join in?" And so it was that after an emotional, sometimes exhausting, but very fulfilling nearly two months of this we said our goodbyes and three became two and (sadly) one, again. And I realized that more life and experience is just that - more. And that I would always be my husband's one, and he, mine, even if two sometimes became three.. or four.. or maybe one day more? |
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1 post 12/18/2015 3:47 pm |
Thank you for an inspiring read.i too
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