Chapter 6: Annut/AnnA

Vicky and I met AnnA (her preferred spelling, but I’m not going to keep it as it’s screwing with the editing software) as she came off the plane from England on the 12^th of January, 2004.

The last leg of Anna’s trip was an eighteen-hour flight from Singapore. As a result, she was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. So Vicky and I took her home and showed her where the shower was. Then, when Anna had showered, we tucked her into our bed.

Anna and Vicky were kissing and caressing when I returned from a brief bathroom break. I was shocked and extremely aroused because neither woman had ever experienced same-on-same sex before.

The biggest problem in bringing another into your relationship is what to do when jealousy surges. I explained to Anna that Vicky had to come first to prevent this. Literally, as well as figuratively.

Although both MsV and I were her Dom/mes, Anna’s primary care was to Vicky.

As this was the first time the three of us had played together, I made an exception to the rule that Anna was never to be between Vicky and me. Vicky and Anna were on their sides facing each other, so I slid in behind Anna and began kissing her neck and the tops of her shoulders.

Anna turned to me, and we kissed, “This is so intense,” she moaned.

Watching my wife make out with another woman was incredibly erotic, so I had to agree as to the intensity of this experience.

Taking hold of my libido, I said, “Enough for now. Chubby, we need to let the poor girl sleep.”

Almost regretfully, Vicky agreed, and we left Anna to recuperate from her long journey.

Vicky and I had taken a couple of weeks off to spend time with our first submissive. So, the following day, when Anna awoke, we had breakfast and discussed what should be next.

The girls decided they would like to get to know each other as lovers and friends before we conducted the first session.

Anna had asked a multitude of questions about Vicky. For example, what were her preferences, how did she like her tea, did she prefer coffee to tea and were they made the same?

I observed that my wife didn’t drink anywhere enough water, so Anna began placing a glass of water in front of Vicky every time she sat down. The effect on Vicky’s skin was phenomenal. My wife had always had a problem with pimples. The extra water Anna provided her with cleared most of this problem up.

As I’d spoken to Anna on the phone for many hours, I felt I already knew her well enough that I didn’t need to discuss things face-to-face. I mostly left the girls to chat and see if they could make a connection.

I knew things were going well when Vicky took Anna by the hand and led her back to bed.

I hung back, unsure if my wife wanted me to join her first attempt at lesbian sex. But when the girls got to the bedroom door, Vicky turned to see where I was. Then, seeing me still standing in the kitchen, she frowned, “Aren’t you coming? I don’t want to do this on my own, I need you there to reassure me it’s okay.”

I’m unsure if my feet touched any part of the floor between where I was standing and our bedroom door.

I’ve had dozens of FFM and FMF sexual experiences. Generally speaking, I don’t like them. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve lived that ‘every guy’s fantasy’ scenario plenty of times, but I’ve found that it’s rare that both women are actually into it.

Either one is doing it to keep their partner (me) happy and is therefore only reluctantly going along with it. Or, one of the women is a lesbian and is putting up with me because she wants to have sex with my girl.

I find MFM threesomes much more enjoyable because the woman is usually right into it. The guys often try to impress her more than the other, so they’re both carefully looking after the woman’s sexual needs

The best sex I’ve ever had has been MMF threesomes, where all holes on all partners are open and available for play. It is even more exciting if the other ‘M’ is transgender or a crossdresser.

Playing with Vicky and Anna was different. It was like playing with Liz and Becca because the girls were equally into each other as they were into me.

Climbing onto the bed, I allowed Anna to move between Vicky and me again. This wasn’t the way I wanted it to be. But, because Anna was the new one in the relationship, I wanted her to become comfortable first.

Once we firmly established our relationship, I wanted Anna to be outside Vicky or me. Preferably, I wanted her outside of Vicky, helping to stimulate Vicky’s pleasure spots so I could drive my wife into numerous orgasmic explosions.

I was never going to become jealous of Vicky and Anna’s relationship. It was something I wanted and liked and had experienced before. However, there was a good chance, because of my earlier infidelity, Vicky would become jealous of the time Anna and I spent together. So it was important Anna and I looked after Vicky’s needs before any play between us occurred.

The girls began with some fairly chaste kisses, but when Anna’s hand found Vicky’s left breast, the kissing heated up. Moaning, Vicky let Anna lift her pyjama top. Anna lowered her mouth onto Vicky’s nipple, and Vicky’s head tipped back as another almost growl of lust poured from her.

Moving to a kneeling position, Anna began switching back and forth across Vicky’s breasts. Anna may have never had girl-on-girl sex before, but she had tits. So she did to Vicky’s breasts what she liked having done to hers.

Lying on my side, I had the best seat in the house. My dick was throbbing and twitching as I watched my wife of nineteen years enjoy her first lesbian experience.

Sitting, the girls peeled their clothes off before wrapping their arms around each other and mashing their breasts against the other. Kissing passionately, Vicky lay down and then guided Anna’s mouth back onto her lusciously large chest.

By 32 and after childbirth, my wife’s breasts had ripened from fine young apples to large, firm melons.

Anna swirled her tongue up, over, and around Vicky’s breasts. She switched back and forth between them, sucking and nibbling on one nipple as she stroked and lightly tweaked the other.

Moaning lustily, Vicky guided Anna down onto her pussy.

This was the moment of truth. Could Anna do it? Could she place her mouth on and use her tongue in another woman’s pussy? Would Vicky let her?

Without any hesitation, Anna’s mouth closed on my wife’s pussy. Sucking Vicky’s clitoris into her mouth, Anna swirled and twirled her tongue over this delicious treat.

A little fearful of how explosively her body was reacting to being orally serviced by a woman, Vicky turned her head towards me and reached out her hand.

“It feels so good, baby,” she moaned. “So much softer than when you do it. Softer, more gentle, and way slower. Oh, Gawd!”

With the later epithet, Vicky came.

Looking very pleased with herself, Anna tried slipping her middle finger inside her new Mistress. Vicky rewarded Anna with another deep groan as her pussy clenched down on Anna’s finger as she orgasmed again.

Anna ran her tongue over Vicky’s clit, pushing her finger in and out. Then, to Anna’s surprise, Vicky came again.

Anna raised to her knees and looked at Vicky in disbelief.

“Did you just cum three times? She asked her Mistress.

Sitting, Vicky answered, “Yes. Why?”

“You can cum more than once at a time?”

“Yes. I can orgasm many times during sex if the sex is good.”

“Fuck!” Anna, a little jealously, groaned. “I struggle to get there once. Usually, I have to masturbate myself to orgasm after my partner and I have finished.”

“I’ll have to fix that for you, then. Won’t I, miss?” I stated.

Anna turned to me, “Do you think you can, Sir? Do you think I can achieve orgasm during sex?”

“I’ve never had any trouble before,” I told her confidently. “I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied yet. I don’t propose to start with you.”

“Will you show me now?” Anna pleaded.

“No,” I answered. “Today is about you and Vicky getting comfortable with each other. And it’s about making sure you and I can give Vicky the best orgasms of her life. I promise you that you and I will play another time and that you will cum at least once.”

Anna nodded and then turned back to Vicky, “What would you like me to do now, Mistress? She asked.

With a nervous look at me and a quick squeeze of my hand, Vicky replied, “I want to taste you, if I may?”

“Of course, Mistress,” Anna answered submissively. “There was no need to ask. Please, just tell me what you want, and I will comply.”

Anna lay against a pillow propped up against the headboard, then lifted her knees and spread her thighs. Kneeling, my wife hesitatingly lowered her mouth down towards Anna’s pussy.