My First Threesome Experience — with My Lesbian Friend
Hubby gets lucky a week after our wedding
I’ve written to you about Gabby before. She’s one of my good friends, and she happens to be a lesbian with a bit of a wild streak — so she’s the one I felt comfortable confiding in when I found out my partner was into giving men oral.
In all the years Gabby and I have known each other (over a decade), we’ve never so much as kissed.
I think the pandemic is doing some funny things to all of us. It’s what led to my being extremely bold and adventurous this night.
Gabby and I hadn’t seen each other in nearly ten months. She was struggling with being unemployed (a casualty of the restaurant industry) and being recently dumped by her live-in girlfriend. I was struggling with working at home and never socializing with anyone.
We agreed we felt comfortable hanging out together, as neither of us see many people at all.
And, amazing woman and chef that she is, she offered to cook dinner for me at her place.
Catching up
By the time we were sitting down to our meal of her amazing glazed salmon with roasted veggies and potatoes, we had quite a buzz going. We’d caught up for a couple of hours as she moved around the kitchen cooking — and we realized that we’d both been through a lot of hard stuff since seeing each other last.
But the wine flowed and it was wonderful to just relax. The more I drank, the more chatty I got about Hubby and our sexual adventures. She was always interested in hearing about it and would reciprocate with tales of her own.
When Hubby sent me a dick pic of his aroused cock, I politely asked if she’d like to see it.
There’s a bit of backstory to this. Gabby strongly prefers women, but I knew that she still feels an attraction to men and acts on it from time to time. While she’s not into penetrative sex, she loves to give men oral or engage in some dominant pegging with them.
Another important detail — Hubby knows I have a closeness with Gabby and that my friend hasn’t hidden her attraction to me over the years.
And although I had no sexual expectations for this evening of girl talk, he and I had previously discussed how he would feel if, hypothetically, I wanted to sleep with a woman.
Suffice it to say he’s on board with the idea. He’d be more than fine with it, even if he wasn’t there to join. So, while I was with Gabby, I’m sure he was playing out a few vibrant scenarios in his imagination. Hence him sending me a stunning photo of his hard cock.
And as it turns out, yes — Gabby was happy to take a look at his photo. She was as impressed with his large, aesthetically pleasing cock as I was. She had a lot of complimentary things to say, and I smiled like a goofball as I agreed with her review.
After dinner, we ordered some craft beer to be delivered and moved to the porch so she could smoke. Sometime between our delivery arrived and our second beer, we got the brilliant idea to invite Hubby to join us for the evening.
This was never on the plans for that night, but I sent him a quick text to see if he was up to hanging with a couple of drunk, chatty gals.
Big surprise — he was totally up for it.
Don’t get too excited, I texted him. We’re not inviting you over to ravage your body in a threesome.
Of course not, he texted back.
Still, he made the half-hour drive to her place in record time.
A natural attraction
Hubby and Gabby knew a lot about each other. They’d met a few times over the years — the good old days when catching up with friends at the bar was a relatively safe activity.
They’d never had much a chance to really bond and get to know each other, but that seemed to magically happen that night.
Whenever I went to the bathroom or got a drink refill for me and Gabby, I’d find the two were in deep conversation. They are both excellent conversationalists and just so fun and interesting to get to know, so I wasn’t a bit surprised to find them connecting with each other. They talked about everything — from her relationship status, to his filmmaking, to their common denominator: me.
A couple hours in, Gabby was the one to make the first move.
We’d moved the party inside, and we found ourselves hanging out in the doorway between the spacious kitchen and dining room when it happened.
Gabby leaned in for a kiss — but it wasn’t for me. She planted one on Hubby, and I literally gasped.
I have to say, watching him make out with a woman for the first time ever was truly a sight to see. It was a totally different perspective, and it made me feel something — in a good way. Something really good.
So this is what he looks like when he’s kissing someone, I thought.
The thought that immediately followed: So this is what compersion truly feels like.
You know, you can open your eyes when your lover is kissing you and see them all up-close and personal. But you have a more detailed view when you take a step back and get the full picture.
I could really see the way his body language sparked up. The angle of his head tilting. His close-cut beard as it rubbed against her soft skin. His eyes closed as she opened her mouth against his, their jaws moving together.
I was struck both emotionally and physically as they were full-on making out, tongues and all.
When they stopped, I think my jaw was on the floor. But my open mouth was in the shape of a smile.
It was my turn next.
Gabby’s lips met mine slowly. Hubby’s hands gripped my hips from behind as I leaned against her body, pressing her against the frame of the doorway.
This wasn’t my first time exploring my sexuality with a woman. It was actually my second.
But I found out immediately that she was an excellent kisser. We seemed to melt together naturally — no clumsy bumping or teeth clattering or needing to get used to each other.
This girl knew her way around kissing another woman, and, apparently, a man as well.
The three of us took turns locking lips, our hands tentatively roaming each other’s bodies over our clothes as we stood together in a tight triangle. Eventually, we moved to the bedroom — where we talked a lot and sporadically kissed each other.
I wondered how far things might go, but there was no pressure or rush, which was felt amazing.
No nerves, no weird vibes. We all kind of meshed.
I left them to chat in the bedroom together as I got another beverage and texted with a friend who had reached out to me earlier that night.
I wasn’t trying to take my focus off the moment — I just really liked the idea of letting the two of them get to know each other better as I took a little break in the other room. I even tidied up the kitchen a bit from our dinner, happy that Gabby and my husband were getting along so well.
Compersion is sometimes described as the opposite of jealousy, but I think it’s more nestled in empathy. I liked the fact that my husband was getting some alone time and some attention from another woman. I know how attractive and magnetic he is, and I was happy that someone else was experiencing it.
When Gabby came out of the bedroom, we both headed to the porch for another smoke. Well, she smoked, and I had a taste — wondering, as always, what people found appealing about it.
Hubby stayed behind in bed, resting his eyes. It was close to 4 a.m. at that point. And while Gabby and I were night owls, he was always up around 5:30 or 6 a.m. for work, and I knew he was exhausted.
Hubby gets lucky
Gabby leaned against the railing of her porch, her leg between mine as I kissed her. I was grinding on her leg, incredibly turned on by her skilled lips and tongue.
Her hands made their way inside my pants as mine explored under her shirt. I took my time exploring her lovely breasts — they were so perky, smaller than mine, different from what I was used to feeling when I pleasured myself, but still so firm and plump.
Her body is gorgeous, I thought as I ran my hands through her pixie-cut hair. I’m not a smoker, but her kisses smelled of cigarettes and her own natural scent, and it was driving me crazy.
We made out for no less than twenty full minutes on the porch before we moved to the bedroom again, where Hubby had fallen asleep.
But we happily woke him up.
Gabby went for his belt buckle while I kissed him, coaxing him out of his oblivious slumber.
He woke up rather quickly and easily.
And if I thought seeing another woman kiss him was a treat, it was incredible to see her wrap her lips around his hard cock.
He enjoyed Gabby’s mouth on his shaft as I kissed her neck. She paused to throw off her shirt and her braw, and I admired her small, perky breasts. Her nipples were darker than mine, and also bigger. I was daring, sucking on them as she continued giving his cock all the attention it deserved.
I soon joined her in pleasing him orally. My lips touched hers as we both ran our mouths up and down his shaft in tandem, over and over again.
“Do you know how lucky you are right now?” she paused to tell him. I held his dick in my mouth and smiled at his response.
“Fuck yes.”
We both sucked his cock together again, and I couldn’t believe how the night had turned out. Gabby took control of the whole situation, warning him that he better not come in her mouth.
I remember thinking how strange it was that, as a lesbian, she was so drawn to giving him head. But there was no way in hell she was going to have him ejaculate down her throat. That was clearly a hard limit for her.
“It takes a long time for him to do that,” I assured her, putting my hand down her pants and kissing her neck and breasts. I inserted my finger inside her before rubbing on her clit, and she moaned in response as she deep-throated my husband.
Saving some for later
I’m going to be very real and honest with you here. I could say we all had some incredible orgasms. I could say I squirted into Gabby’s mouth while Hubby blew his load into mine.
But the truth of the matter is, on this first threesome adventure of ours, everyone saw, and no one came.
Gabby and I were drunk. All three of us were entirely too exhausted as the morning light started peeking in through the windows. And so we ended the evening chatting about setting a date for when Gabby and I might like to peg Hubby — then we all fell asleep in the bed together before any fluids went flying.
It was hot and it was satisfying — even without orgasms. What a learning experience for me — the Queen of Encouraging Orgasms. Turns out — yes, you can derive loads of pleasure even without a climax.
Our sleeping position for the remainder of those early morning hours was me on one end, Gabby in the middle, and Hubby on the other side. Not a week after we’d gotten married, and already, we’d had a pretty tremendous sexual adventure with a wonderful friend.
Hubby and I both left in the morning — dazed and groggy, and with some incredibly fond memories.
I felt like throwing a party. We’d both tried something new and adventurous together, with a dear friend of mine, and it left us both incredibly hot and bothered.
He and I talked a lot about the experience for much of the day, especially while we had sex that next evening. And, no doubt about it, we both came then, spurred by our memories of the night before.
“He feels like the luckiest guy on the planet,” I told Gabby over the phone the next day.
“Well he fucking better,” she said, laughing. I laughed with her, and I told her — next time we’d be treating her to dinner.
This story is part of Sexual Espresso, a weekly column published here at Sexual Tendencies.
