In continuing with my theme, this is my 8th story in a run of my sexual happenings I call "Angel's Adventures". They can each read as a story on their own, but I invite you to start at the top and work your way down, it's more fun that way. J As always, if you enjoy my stories, leave feedback or send me an email or IM. I always reply. Standard disclaimer: If you are under 18 or offended by the graphic description of consensual sex between two adults, then please, don't read any further and head back to Goofy_goobers.net ~ Angel
*****
This is the story of a threesome I had once. As most of you know, these stories are the written accounts of true sexual encounters by me. I'll describe myself for you: I'm 5'6 and plus sized. I have 46DDD chest (no I'm not lying) and full hips and thighs. I tan well but for the most part, I'm milky white. I have a peaches and cream completion, full lips, dark brown eyes and medium brown hair. I love sex. I always have. I lost my virginity at a young age, which was not that rare in the group of friends I hung out with. Since then, I took my lovers at my leisure and enjoyed what they offered with enthusiasm. I guess to me, sex is something to be enjoyed, not feared, and love has nothing to do with it. It enhances but isn't required for a great time.
Several summers ago I had a girlfriend. That's not so unusual for most women, but for me, she was a lover also. I had experimented with bisexuality in college (who doesn't?) and I will write about her another time, but I hadn't continued on with it in any serious fashion since I had left school. When I met Mandi, she and I were just casual friends on the net. We ended up realizing that I had worked with her ex husband and so our discussions turned to them and some of sexual history. As we started hanging out in person more and more, I learned that she considered herself bisexual and I opened up about my past. I remember the day she first kissed me. I had forgotten how different a woman's lips feel from a man's. Her skin was soft and supple like a ripe peach's and when she ran her hands over my neck and cheek, I shivered. We ended up on my couch making out like high schoolers. I loved it. Her breasts were so different from my own. They had small very sensitive nipples and were pear shaped and slender. When I sucked on them, I could make her cum.
We had a wide community of friends on the chat program we both used and went to lots of get together and hung out with mutual friends on the weekends. Most assumed we were just friends, but a few special people knew we were lovers. It wasn't that we were ashamed, but we were both keeping things quiet because of our families and jobs. I worked for a rather conservative company at the time – I still got patted on the butt and called "Honey" by some of the older supervisors. I think they were stuck in the 1960's. She worked in a lawyer's office and didn't need that kind of moral dilemma coming up. One of the people who knew was a man named Steve. Steve had always chased after Mandi and I separately and both of us had teased with him but never gone very far. That was soon to change one afternoon.
I had met him before Mandi and I got together. He invited me over and I finally gave in since I was in his neighborhood. He lived in a duplex made from an old Victorian and it these gorgeous hardwood floors that creaked as you walked. He had joked once about wanting to masturbate for a woman he had just met and since watching someone always turned me on, I dared him to do it for me. He did and I was very impressed. At that time, I hadn't seen anyone thicker than him. He had a nice thick cock that was of average length and strong hands – I have a weakness for nice hands. I watched him stroke his dick and run those tanned strong hands over my white breasts and I got wet. I knew I was going to fuck this man sooner or later, I just didn't know when.
