For several months, S and I have been having some deep and real conversations about sexuality with her friend J. J comes from a conservative and religious background, and her marriage is rewarding in a great number of ways, but not always sexually. So we’ve been talking to her about the sexual reawakening S experienced two years ago, talking about kink and BDSM, and talking about open relationships. Not evangelizing, not even trying to talk her into anything, but just sharing our experiences, the journeys we’ve taken, the mistakes we’ve made, and the rewards we’ve found.

Last night, J came over for dinner and talking. Which turned into hot tubbing. Which turned into taking a shower together. Which turned into playing in bed. Followed by more tubbing, more showering, and finally, reluctantly, going to sleep for the night.

Some images that are stuck in my head:

Washing J’s hair in the shower, while my erect cock slid against her ample and luscious backside.

Watching S and J kiss, and kiss, and kiss.

S sucking one of J’s nipples, while I sucked the other, doing our best to drive her out of her mind.

S licking J’s pussy for the first time. “I’ve been waiting to do that for 20 years!”

Fucking S from behind while she licked J’s pussy.

J on her hands and knees, ass high in the air and her head low, whilst I licked and fingered her from behind, giving J her first ever g-spot orgasm and making her squirt a tiny bit.

S fingering J, gradually adding one finger after another until S was fucking J with her entire fist; this was the first time I witnessed fisting first-hand.*

S hanging her head off the side of the bed, me filling her throat with my cock whilst J kissed and sucked S’s pussy.

Fucking S in the sex swing whilst J petted S’s clit and stroked my balls.

J on her back, S lying face down on top of her, me fucking S from behind whilst I held J’s legs high in the air; it almost felt like a pantomime of fucking J.

Giving J a series of especially strong orgasms, making her scream and shake, and finally withdrawing. The powerful, shuddering, after-shock orgasms J would have as much as a minute later from stimulus as simple as licking her nipple.

All in all, it was an amazing, wonderful, delightful night. So much trust, so few inhibitions, such rampant enthusiasm. It’s not quite my birthday yet, but this was one of the best celebrations I could have imagined.

* Pun unintended, but now that I’ve said it, I’m cheerfully taking credit for it.