My name is Carmen, I am 33 and I have been broken up with my last long-term boyfriend for about the five years. We always thought we'd get married and grow old together, but ended up growing apart. The break-up was amicable and we still catch up from time to time, but that passionate fire that was once there will never be rekindled.
After we parted ways I dated a few guys on and off and bedded a couple of them, but it was never anything serious. I didn't need a man to support me financially, and I guess I had grown accustomed to the freedom that being single offers. But about a year ago I started to frequent a couple of the on-line "matchmaking" sites. This was partly on a whim and partly inspired by my one of my girlfriends who was a regular on one of them. She had met some people on there that she had become good friends with and had even hooked up with various guys for some hot no-strings attached sex.
I didn't quite know what to expect, but the first thing that surprised me was just how many people were participating in such sites. I joined up to a couple under the pseudonym "Naughty33" but didn't have the guts to put a profile picture up. I got lots of welcoming messages from guys, and I chatted live with a few, but I soon learnt that if you scratched the surface, many of them were already married and simply looking for a fling. I wasn't interested in contributing to the potential downfall of someone's marriage so I steered clear of these guys.
I had been visiting one site for a about three months before I finally agreed to meet a guy in the flesh. His name was Kristian. He was a great guy, but the chemistry wasn't there. I think we both realised this after a couple of dates, but we still kept in contact. There were a couple more after Kristian, but again no real connection. Stephen however, who was the fourth and we hit it off much better. After our third date and much red wine, I went back to his place and spent the night there. The sex was hot. He slowly undressed me, letting his fingers dance over my more than ample cleavage. His touch was gentle but delectably firm as he took off my bra and caressed my breasts. He laid me down on the bed, and slid off my panties, before spending a heavenly eternity licking and sucking my aching pussy to three juicy orgasms. As the night progressed, Stephen had also cum three times himself, once while he fucked me doggy-style on the bed which also resulted in me surrendering to another toe-curling orgasm, once while I gave him a blowjob which resulted in a blast of cum ending up across my cheeks, and a third time while I rode him. As we parted company the next morning we both knew it had been no-strings attached sex, and we were both happy with that. I didn't see Stephen again.
Of the next half a dozen guys I met in person, none were really my cup of tea. I was getting a bit disillusioned, but decided to spice things up a bit by including some photos of myself on the profile. Nothing pornographic, but they were certainly designed to attract attention. I posted a couple of myself from a few years ago, where I thought I looked sexy and elegant wearing a cocktail dress with a plunging neckline, and a couple of recent shots from a trip I took to the beach at Byron Bay with a couple of girlfriends which showed me in a one piece swimming costume. All the photos more than hinted at my big boobs. As soon as I posted these, I was inundated with messages, and it was empowering to think about how many men thought I was sexy, although I must admit some of those that responded weren't really up there in the conversation stakes. "Show us your tits", is not the best line to elicit a positive response.
As I became more confident in the on-line dating world, I started to check out some of the "speciality" categories on what was now my preferred site. The BDSM slant didn't really interest me, but I really started to become curious with the couples section. It was evident that there were a lot of couples out there looking for another couple or couples, or a single female, with which to share an erotic encounter.
While I was not actively bisexual, I had tongue kissed a girl in the back of a night club once, after way too much to drink, and certainly liked the naughtiness of it all. I had started to think about myself with another couple when I masturbated. I certainly didn't make a conscious decision to become bi-curious, it was just the way things seem to drift and evolve. One night however, I did make the decision to alter my profile, listing my orientation as bi-curious and that I was looking for couples. At this stage I certainly didn't know if I would have the courage to meet a couple face to face and go through with an erotic encounter. The thought of doing so though was a huge turn-on.
I started chatting to a few couples, always making sure I let it be known that I was new at this. I really started to feel comfortable with a couple called Alison and Martin who were 28 and 29 years old respectively. Both of them said they loved my photos and they had no problems that I was new to these sorts of rendezvous'. My only concern I guess was that they didn't have any pictures of themselves on their profiles. I did wonder if they were legit. When I asked politely for some photos, they promised to send me some to a non-work email address.
The next day, half a dozen pictures of Alison and Martin arrived in my inbox. They were fully clothed in all. Martin was of average build with a vibrant and open smile. Alison appeared quite petite with lovely blue eyes and well styled blonde locks. I responded to their email thanking for the pictures and that evening they asked if I would like to see something a bit more risqué, and I replied in the affirmative without hesitation. I never thought I'd be actively soliciting erotic pictures from a couple, but you just never know where life takes you! I had a feeling this was going to be a pleasant journey. My pussy was wet with anticipation as I sat in front of the computer in my nightie.
Almost without delay another series of about ten photos arrived. The first one I opened was of Martin sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock standing to attention. It was about average in length, but it looked nice and thick. The striking feature of Martin's cock was its huge mushroom head. I had never seen the head of a penis that was quite so large. The next few photos were of Alison in lingerie, a red teddy which gently cupped and accentuated her breasts, her bullet-like nipples clearly visible through the sheer fabric. My hand had wandered to my pussy as I stroked myself slowly. I then opened a photo which was a shot of Alison giving Martin a blowjob and from the angle of the photo it was Martin holding the camera. The next few were of a naked Alison spreadeagled on the bed with a large pink dildo disappearing into her shaved pussy. The final photo was the aftermath of the blowjob which saw Alison smiling into the camera with cum splattered across her lips. As my mind raced with thoughts of being ravished by this couple, I rubbed my pussy until I had a juicy little orgasm. A little bit later that evening Alison and Martin sent me an email asking if I liked the photos. Unabashedly I said I had squirmed my way to an orgasm as I looked through them. It was Monday night and Alison and Martin asked if I was available to meet that Friday and see where the evening took us. I agreed meaning I had the whole week to think about the rendezvous. We agreed to meet at a Chinese restaurant at Darling Harbour and Alison and Martin would book a luxury hotel room in the nearby casino, should I consent to spending the night with them. The week drifted by quite slowly and I was full of nervous anticipation. On the Thursday I bought some new lingerie, a black bra and g-string with matching garter and stockings. I knew it would go well under the black dress I was intending on wearing. In the evening I shaved my legs and my pussy.
On the Friday I stayed home and I must admit that I was having doubts as to whether I could carry it through, but these were more than compensated for by the excitement I felt. I drank vodka and cranberry juices in the afternoon to fortify myself, before I showered, perfumed and dressed. I caught a cab from my home on the north shore of Sydney and arrived at the restaurant about ten minutes early to find Alison and Martin had already arrived and were having pre-dinner drinks at the bar. We greeted each other somewhat coyly and I ordered a drink. Alison was shorter than I thought she would be – about five foot four and wearing a stylish white cocktail dress – demure and classy. Martin was wearing a black dinner jacket and matching trousers. He had just the right amount of pleasant aftershave on. He smelt sweet but still manly.
We chatted for about half an hour, but I admit that I wasn't my usual talkative self as I was very nervous. Martin must have sensed my nervousness and placed his hand gently on my arm and said that everyone is nervous the first time. After about half an hour we moved to our table and ordered our meals and some bottles of wine. Alison did most of the talking initially, saying how they had booked the hotel room and they were both dying for me to spend the evening with them as their guest. By this stage I had no intention of being anywhere else that night. As our wine consumption progressed, I learnt that they had had about 15 threesomes' in the past and had also had sex with other couple's on three occasions.
It was only about 9:00pm when we finished up at the restaurant, and all three of us knew what we wanted. We strolled across to the casino, through the lobby and up the lifts to the hotel room. I could feel my heart racing as Alison and Martin stood either side of me as we exited the lift. The hotel room was spacious and on one of the upper levels of the casino hotel with breathtaking views across Sydney Harbour. But I knew I wouldn't be spending much time admiring the view.
Martin stood in front of me and started to stroke my bare arms slowly, before extending my palms upward and tracing circles on my palms with the light touch of his fingers. Alison was behind me and had reached her hands around, rubbing her hands across my stomach and then I felt her lips touch the nape of my nape and she slowly laid a trail of soft kisses across to my ear lobes before she nibbled on them, and started whispering into my ears.
"You are so hot Carmen............... You won't regret this............ I can tell how much you want us and you won't be disappointed..... I've wanted to caress your breasts as soon I saw you this evening......"
With that, Alison's hands inched their way up until she grasped the underside of my boobs and started kneading them firmly from behind, pushing them up in the process. Martin relinquished my hands and stepped away. He looked me squarely in the eye as he slowly started to disrobe. As he removed his underwear, his hard cock sprung free and the mushroom head looked even bigger in real life than it did in the photos. Naked, he moved over and sat on the edge of the bed as Alison slowly spun me around, she moved her lips to mine and started to kiss me passionately. I responded, our tongues darting together and lingering. Our hands roaming across each other's backs before in near perfect unison we lightly grasped each other's backsides.
Martin got up off the bed and moved behind Alison and he slowly and smoothly unzipped her dress, before doing the same to me. Alison broke off our embrace and shimmied out of her dress revealing her tight body covered by a flimsy white bra and a minute g-string. I followed and stepped out of mine. With little pause, Martin moved up behind me and placed his hands on my breasts that were still enclosed in my bra. He started to squeeze them from the underside and applied pressure with his thumbs to the nipples. I could feel his hard cock wedged in my buttcrack. Once again, I was the filling in this couple's sandwich as Alison pushed herself against me and started kissing me, deeply, thrusting her tongue into my receptive mouth. My only thoughts were of sex.
After a eternity of having my tits caressed through the fabric of my bra, and Alison's tongue probing my mouth, Martin finally unclasped my bra and my already overstimulated tits bounced free. Alison also took her bra off and I gasped as I felt our breasts push together as we were again locked in an embrace. Martin was pushing his cock harder against my behind. I could smell the unmistakable aroma of wet pussy in the room.
This time it was me who broke of the embrace as I wanted to suck the big headed cock that I had been feeling pushing against me. I turned around and knelt down in front of Martin and encircled his juicy cock with my lips, sucking on the head like a lolly. Martin groaned in ecstasy each time I inhaled his beautiful and rigid cock. As I got into a smooth rhythm, I felt Alison's hands on my breasts. She applied what must have been baby oil and started to squeeze and grasp them firmly, very firmly. I had never had by breasts handled so roughly, but it wasn't too rough to cause pain. She grasped the nipples between two fingers and pulled my breasts outwards, while shaking them up and down. She was whispering in my ear.
"Suck my husband's cock...... Suck that fucking big juicy cockhead......... Later he is going to slide that big cock into your pussy and fill you with cum........ You want that don't you Carmen......."
I could do nothing but groan against the cockhead that Martin was now sliding between my lips more vigorously. Alison continued with her dirty talk, all the time continuing to tease and squeeze my tits, tweaking my nipples. God, I had never had my breasts stimulated with such vigour, but I loved it.
"And I am going to lick your pussy and you are going to lick my mine Carmen........ Lick it like a cat at a saucer of milk, that's want I want.......... Fuck Carmen, I want to touch your pussy.........Get on the bed with me, please........ "
