Zara's Special Birthday
(100% true story except for the names!)
"I want to see you fuck another girl"
"I want to see you come in her."
These words echoed in my ears. Uttered by my demure girlfriend Zara during a heated sex session earlier.
Had you told me a year earlier, even six months earlier, that Zara and I would be nervously waiting in a tasteful hotel room on a warm, Tuesday afternoon to have our first threesome, I would never have believed you. Yet, there we were: Fidgety and excited.
We anxiously scanned Telegram for a text from our new "friend" Diane anticipating that soon, the moment of truth would arrive.
We had met 'Diane' for coffee a few weeks earlier to explore whether she'd want to fulfil our mutual fantasy of a MFF threesome. She had responded to an online request and seemed the most normal of the few candidates.
When Zara and I first started being physical and we shared tentatively about our sexual desires, she said to me that she "wanted to do everything with me ..." I was so touched by her trusting and opening-up to me that I felt secure in sharing with her my inner most fantasies as well. I've never felt close enough to anyone to do so before.
Zara often looked admiringly at other girls. Almost daily she would ogle some jogging lady or a cute, gym bunny with a desiring look in her eye. We'd exchange our evaluations and generally aligned though Zara tended to go for thicker girls with ample breasts. Conversely, I leaned towards the slim ones with slighter shapes (but certainly had no objection to a nice set of tits!)
I wondered if Zara would really want to act upon what she expressed as a hidden desire. During our own amazing lovemaking, she'd sometimes blurt out that she'd enjoy exploring with another girl and that she'd equally like to see me with one. Generally, I'd put Zara at the top of the jealousy and possessiveness scale, so I wasn't exactly sure how to a handle these admissions. However, after a lot of probing, I felt confident that she was genuine and that we could both act on our fantasy and potentially, even make our relationship stronger.
So, for her birthday, I decided to try to plan to see if the fantasy could become a reality.
We had arrived at the downtown Hilton just after noon with a plan for Diane to meet us there around 1 o'clock. We were both on pins and needles with excitement and apprehension. What if Diane backed out? What if one of us did? What if it was just too awkward for the girls? What if Diane just lay there like a Starfish?
We got into the room, which was well designed with a large king bed, marble bathroom with separate standing glass shower as well as a comfortable sitting area. We had an hour to kill before Diane was meant to show up and despite both being super horny, we pledged not to act upon our needs before Diane arrived. Since we both had kids at our respective homes, Zara and I had to get creative with regards to intimacy. We typically met every Monday at one of our places for "sexercise" sessions where we eagerly devoured each other for most of the day, usually only stopping for a lunchtime intermission so that we could re-fuel. However, the day prior, we decided not to meet so that we'd be extra motivated today (not that we really needed any more motivation.)
None the less, while waiting, we couldn't resist kissing while staring into each other's eyes - both reassuring ourselves this WAS happening and trying to calm our nerves. Zara fidgeted, naked under her celadon green dress and slyly guided my hand down between her legs. I cupped the slight bulge of her mons but tried to resist doing much more. Luckily, I had brought her favorite toy: a remotely controlled pink, silicon vibrator that slips just inside the pussy and sends pulses to the g-spot. She loves it and I love how it makes her feel. She begged to use it for a few minutes just to get a little relief.
Luckily, her dress had an easy access zipper running from under her arm down past the waist which made slipping out of clothes quick and easy. I helped her disrobe and saw Zara had touched up her shaving and her thin slit was clearly visible in her bare triangle of smooth skin. She was well lubricated from the anticipation, and she quickly slipped the toy past her puffy lips with an audible sigh of "ahhhhh." Once I opened the app and tapped to set the pink curved pleasure device on a slow buzz, Zara moaned with satisfaction. Clearly, she needed this badly and it didn't take long for a light orgasm to erupt. She slumped on the sofa while gently rocking her torso as the waves rippled inside her. Not wanting to overdo it, she soon pulled the bulbous head out from her tight, wet tunnel with a pop and headed to the shower for a quick rinse.
Zara and I had met almost two years earlier entirely by chance while at our kids' school basketball game. Sitting in the stands on a Saturday morning, we both half-watched the game while scrolling through our phones and each getting some work done. Chance had us sitting next to each other on the crowded bleachers. As sometimes happens at such activities, we struck up a polite conversation covering the usual topics: "How long are you here?" "How many kids do you have," and "Which grades?" (I admit that Zara was much more attractive than most of the moms and looked like she could have been a student herself!) Her sleek, glossy black hair was pulled back into a functional ponytail under her Nike cap and her yoga pants clung tightly to her well-shaped legs while accentuating the pronounced curve of her bum. Two "small-plus" sized peaks, held snuggly in a sports bra, pushed out from her clinging, white dry-fit top. The overall combination definitely got my attention. "Here is someone who takes care of themself" I thought to myself.
I think she mentioned "I'd rather be out hiking alone ..." which made my ears perk up since I felt exactly the same way. Walking or hiking through our green forests is my escape from the world. Alone, striding one foot after another, I can leave the stresses of everyday life behind. I replied that I shared her feeling precisely and our eyes met more meaningfully for the first time with slight smiles forming on each of our lips. I hoped that she would recognize my sincerity.
Soon enough the game was winding down and on a whim, I passed my business card to her. She said that she didn't have one to return to me, but she'd get in touch and maybe we could "go for a hike one day, alone together ... lol." I wholly expected that she'd never get in touch and our "hike" would never happen. We departed the school arena in a sudden and tremendous, tropical thunderstorm and bid each other "goodbye" and wishes to get home safely.
A few days passed, yet I couldn't get Zara out of my head. I had been going through a rough divorce and hadn't considered dating anyone at that time. Yet, something kept ticking in my brain drawing my mind to this beautiful and captivating woman.
Then, a few days later, out of the blue at 5:59pm on a weekday, my Inbox showed a new message from "Zara" with the simple, subject line: "Hi." She said "Just wanted to let you know that I got home safely. Let me know if you ever want to hike alone-together some time?"
Slowly, but surely after that, we developed a deep relationship while navigating each of our own entangled situations. I'd never felt love anything like this.
DING ... "I'm here" ...
Finally.