Just to be clear, this is a true story.
I am still not sure how Belle and I will appear to others as a result of it, but I suppose that is for you, the reader to decide for yourself.
This story begins as many things do, with a conversation.
Belle and I have the dynamic where we are equals in most things, but I take charge in certain areas of our lives. I realise that I can only do this with her trust, consent, and permission. Sex, fab and swinging are the main areas where this happens.
Belle is truly bisexual; she also enjoys giving up control and was searching for the right woman to explore this with. We chatted and came up with several scenario’s where Belle could be free to follow instruction and be used by a female, and I could be included to one degree or another. All we needed to do then, was find the right lady for us.
We looked through many profiles and chatted to three ladies.
One was in her early 30’s, she seemed very confident, quite experienced, was happy to chat with us both and discuss scenarios, boundaries and preferences. We spoke for several weeks and, as we were getting ready to meet, she deleted her profile, took herself off telegram and disappeared. If you are a long-time fab user, you will know that does happen from time to time.
The second lady we spoke to turned out to be a little extreme for us. We were all honest about how we felt and happily decided that it would not work.
When we began chatting to our third lady, things just seemed to fall into place.
She was a red headed lady who lived 50 miles away. She was mature, had grown up children, had one verification and had been on fab for two years. She wanted the upmost discretion because she was married and her husband did not know. Her interests included oral, fisting, s&m, role play and voyeurism and she was looking to meet couples and other ladies.
She was a little reticent at first, but soon began to chat openly about herself, her experience, what she was looking for, fantasies she wanted to fulfil, her circumstance and how she discovered this part of herself. Eventually we set up a three way WhatsApp group and agreed our scenario, and decided to meet. She told her husband she was going to meet friends for lunch and shopping, and came to visit us at home one Saturday lunchtime.
I don’t know about others, but when we are getting ready to meet the house is as important as ourselves. We don’t have the largest house in the world, we also have two teenagers, a dog and a cat and although we do keep our home clean and tidy at all times, sometimes it’s an uphill struggle. The last thing we want is for anyone to visit and notice something we have missed. We do not smoke in the house, so that is one thing we don’t have to worry about. Closing the teens bedroom doors is always the first step, bathrooms are always the second and then we go from there. The penultimate step is always preparing the bedroom. Change the bedding, even though its done fortnightly at least anyway, add the drawsheets, make sure the quilt is hidden away, get out a selection of toys and restraints.
Once the house is done and both of us are trimmed and/or shaved, showered and hopefully as cigarette free as possible, we are ready.
Belle is wearing short dress, her lingerie carefully chosen, cleavage on show and make up done. Myself, I have chosen bamboo boxer shorts, trousers, and a smart casual shirt. I am not wearing socks because they are nightmare to take off and Belle thinks they are unsexy. Hmmm.
Then we sit and wait. I find the anticipation of a meet is always a strange place to be. As I wait for the door to chime there is the nervous excitement that builds and the thoughts of what might be to come. The lady seems nice, down to earth, and friendly. We have swapped pictures and chatted openly at length about what we would like to do, I know we will not fit everything in and have the outline of a plan in my head, but I am wanting to be as flexible as possible. It is so easy to overthink and it is a relief when the doorbell does finally ring.
I open the door and there she stands. 5’6, size 12, straight cut, shoulder length red hair. She is wearing light mascara and eye shadow and her pale pinkish lipstick is shining. She wears a brownish dress with a darker pattern that I cannot quite figure out, it may be some kind of flower. I look and see black stocking covered legs and black shoes with a small square heel. She has a large bag hanging over her shoulder. It has only taken a single second to see and process this, and I very quickly smile a genuine smile, not only am I happy she has arrived, but I find her genuinely attractive too. I move aside and invite her into our home.
Belle comes to join us from the kitchen, we all give awkward hugs and introduce ourselves. We say that it is lovely to meet her and thank her for coming, before walking through the hallway into the lounge. We know she has been driving for almost an hour and a half, we offer coffee or tea. “No thank you” she replies “The truth is, I only have about an hour before I need to set off back.”
That’s a little disappointing.
We chat for a minute or two about the journey, Maria on the sofa, Belle and I sat in chairs. It is obvious that we are all a little nervous, but I have seen Maria smile at Belle, and I feel Belle is attracted to Maria. We are at that awkward moment, how do things begin?
“Well, I need to do something in the kitchen” I announce quite formally. “Why don’t you show Maria around the house?” I suggest. “It should not take long, but if you are not back in a couple of minutes I will come and find you.”
All three of us stand and I leave, going to the kitchen as Belle and Maria head towards the stairs.
Standing in the kitchen I strain to listen for noises from upstairs and hear nothing. I move back into the lounge and sit for a minute or two, waiting. Hoping not to hear footsteps returning. After a very long three minutes, I stand, walk through the hallway and gently begin to climb the stairs.
The staircase has a right angle around a third of the way up, when I walked around it, I saw shadows on the wall above. As I reached the upstairs landing, I found Belle and Maria embracing and sharing a very deep kiss, in front of the still closed bedroom door. I noticed Belle had a breast that was freed from her dress and Maria was squeezing it quite hard.
I waited patiently. Both women, very different in stature, very different in looks and very differently dressed. Belle in bright colours, her long hair cascading to her buttocks, she was several inches taller than Maria, whose body was also smaller in comparison.
They broke their embrace and Maria put her mouth to Belle’s nipple. She pursed her lips around it and sucked gently.
Belle closed her eyes and raised her head before looking at me.
“We have not made it the bedroom yet” she said smiling.
“Well maybe its about time you did” I suggested as I brushed past them and opened the door.
I walked into the bedroom and the ladies followed. I made eye contact with Maria and smiled.
“She is beautiful” Maria said.
“I know” I answered smiling. “Why don’t we take that off and find out what is underneath?” I suggested nodding at Belles dress.
I pulled up the hem, sat Belle on the bed and both Maria and myself pulled the dress up over her head.
Removing the dress revealed matching lingerie, purple satin bra and knickers. She also wore black hold up stockings and had already discarded her shoes on the upstairs landing. I took Belle’s dress and gently hung it from the brass bedstead as she remained sitting. Maria stepped closer to her, putting her hands around the back of Belle’s neck, as she began to kiss her once more.
I walked around the bed and climbed onto the mattress from the other side. Using my knees, I crossed the bed to the two kissing women and placed my hands on Belles shoulders, brushed my fingers through her hair, and, as I waited for the kiss to end, I unfastened Belle’s bra and allowed both her breasts to become free.
Maria broke the kiss; I removed the straps from Belle’s shoulders and Maria finished pulling them down her arms before dropping the bra onto the floor. Both of Belle’s nipples were standing to attention, her breasts which are quite firm found their natural shape, and I could not resist putting my arms around her body and giving them both a small squeeze. Belle gasped and I smiled.
“Why don’t you help Maria with her dress?” I suggested.
Belle stood and unzipped our visitors dress, she pulled it from the other woman’s shoulders and it fell to her feet, revealing a black bra, black knickers, a black suspender belt and black stockings. Maria kicked off her shoes and moved Belle back to the bed.
She sat Belle on the mattress again and then using a slight touch encouraged Belle to move and lay flat on her back, across the bed. I moved away and Belle shuffled until her head was at the edge and her bottom halfway across the mattress.
Maria reached over and put her hands to Belle’s hips, hooked her knickers and began to pull them down. Belle lifted her buttocks and allowed the other woman to do this. The knickers were removed completely, they were discarded to the floor joining the bra and Maria took a few moments to savour the sight of Belles pussy for the first time.
She smiled before she climbed onto the bed, put her head between Belle’s legs, and began to greedily devour her already wet pussy.
I watched closely. I was standing over Belle. I put my hands on her shoulders and bent down. My lips touched Belle’s and as her pussy was being explored by Maria’s tongue, my tongue was exploring her mouth. I opened my eyes and could just see the red hair of the other lady as Belle’s hands were grabbing and running through it.
I was hard, the bulge in my trousers making it obvious. We stayed in that position for several minutes, Belle was already orgasming. She was moaning, gasping and she was finding it difficult to keep still, her hips, buttocks, thighs, and legs were all gently shuffling, dancing and jerking to an easy listening tune that was being orchestrated by the woman between her legs that only she heard.
Maria raised her head and looked at us both smiling. There was a glistening around her nose and chin where Belle had covered her in come. She moved from between Belle’s legs and walked towards us.
Once again, I moved away giving them space. Maria bent down and kissed Belle, sharing the juices around her mouth and on her tongue with the lady who had produced them. She looked at me as she broke the kiss.
“Suck his cock” she instructed.
Between them Maria and Belle unfastened my belt buckle, button and zip. Our visitor lowered my trousers and shorts, leaving them around my thighs and exposing my hard, slightly pre cum, wet cock.
Belle moved me into a position she was comfortable with, and with Maria’s encouragement reached behind her and took me deep into her mouth. Maria began to push my buttocks backwards and forwards and watched closely as I fucked my wife’s warm, moist mouth. I was feeling myself touch the back of Belle’s throat and the sensations were magical.
I was not yet ready to come when Maria put her hand to my belly and gestured for me to move backwards. I did, my cock coming away from Belle and being replaced against her lips yet again by Maria’s mouth. They kissed wetly, their tongues sharing saliva and the taste of my cock. I desperately wanted to join them both, feel their breath, feel their mouths against my own, their tongues, their saliva, but had agreed with Maria beforehand that I would not initiate contact between us.
I knew Belle was the attraction for our visitor, and we had all discussed my interaction at length before meeting. Maria was not sure about how much interaction she would want with me, I already knew we were not going to fuck and happily accepted this. We had discussed her pussy and my cock; we had decided that she was going to have the responsibility of initiating and directing things. So, I watched on, half undressed, hard, eager and controlling myself.
Maria stood upright and looked down at Belle.
“I want you to eat my pussy.” She announced before pulling her knickers to her ankles and stepping out of them. She lay over Belle, placed her pussy over Belle’s face, and put her own face between Belle’s legs once again.
I stood and admired Maria’s bottom. It was not rounded and it was not bony. It had a smooth contour that when she bent, perfectly blended with the top of her thigh, and as Belle’s hand came around the other woman’s hips, she parted her buttocks and I glimpsed her star shaped anus.
Maria’s hips began to gyrate slowly and I was a little unsure of what to do with myself. I decided to relieve myself of my trousers and shorts and then walked around the bed.
I leaned across the bed, purposely allowing my cock to bury itself into the mattress, giving me a little relief. I then put my head near Maria’s and watched her.
She had two fingers knuckle deep inside Belle’s very wet, very inviting pussy and was licking her clit clean from juices every now and again. We had discussed something Maria really wanted to do for the very first time and this seemed like the perfect moment to make it happen.
Putting my hand to Maria’s, I gently pulled her fingers out of Belle’s pussy and held her them. She didn’t resist but looked at me, unsure of my intentions. I smiled at her before bringing my other hand around and using my fingers I parted Belle’s pussy lips. I then gently glided two fingers inside of Belle, who responded immediately, knowing that these were my fingers. Longer, thicker and a feel she was very used to. I added a third finger and gently opened Belle’s pussy more, letting her body dictate the beat and depth of my movements. After a few seconds I squeezed Maria’s hand, manipulating her fingers into a V, an almost shovel shape, before guiding it into Belle.
Maria had wanted to fist a lady and had never been able to, gently I guided her hand deep inside Belles warm, moist pussy. Belle was responding greedily, raising her hips wanting to feel herself be filled. I watched as the fingers disappeared and then imitated making a fist, encouraging Maria do the same. She followed my prompt, and a moment later, her knuckles and the rest of her hand disappeared as Belle groaned and grasped. Maria and I locked eyes, and then she inserted her hand deeper, past her wrist until part of her forearm was deep inside my wife. Maria smiled. Having her pussy eaten and having her fist deep inside Belle were bringing her to the brink of her own orgasm.
Belle had already come more than once, not in the earth shattering, otherworldly, eye rolling, explosive way she does at times, but in the more genteel, gushing and controlled manner that she has mastered for when she does not want to exhaust herself too soon. The drawsheet beneath her bottom was damp and I could see droplets of cum on her buttocks. I thought about, and wanted to brush my fingers through Maria’s hair, I wanted to touch and rub her back and shoulders, wanted to join Belle and explore her pussy, but did not.
I loved watching Belle being fisted, not only knowing myself how it felt to feel the strength of her pelvis, to have knuckles touching the soft insides of her pussy, to feel the humid sensation on your hand, wrist and arm, but also knowing that Maria was experiencing this for the first time was beautiful. Added to that, she was being made to eat another woman’s pussy and I also knew how pleasurable Belle found it to be filled completely, which I knew would be tipping her off the edge and would lead to an earth-shattering orgasm.
I decided that I had very little part to play for the moment. I wanted Maria to be comfortable, knew Belle was, and did not need to interfere.
I pulled back slightly, laid on my front and watched as both women built each other to orgasm. I knew Belle was ready to explode, her self-control only went so far, but I also knew she would not be able to orgasm fully until her pussy was empty, she could not squirt and gush with a fist inside her, so I waited for Maria to come, and she did.
Her arm stopped its gentle movement, her body tensed and she cried “Fuck, fuck” as her orgasm flowed through her. I was smiling as she lifted her head and looked at me before closing her eyes again and letting the feeling flush through her. It didn’t seem to last more than a few seconds before she gasped and went limp. At that point I very gently took her arm and quickly pulled it from inside of Belle’s pussy, knowing that as I did, the floodgates would open and both Maria and I would have a show of gushing and squirting that would rival Niagara Falls as a spectacle.
Maria’s weight holding Belle down did little to stem the flow or lessen the effect. For my part I traced Belle’s thighs, calves and shins through her stockings with the back of my nails. Gliding them gently, creating a soft touch that would not snag and would send added little sparks of electricity through her already sensitive, sensual body, making her gasp and cry out even more.
I wiped a little cum off Belle and used my damp finger to rub the outside of her anus, not going inside but creating more pleasure for her. Maria watched mesmerised from her ringside seat as Belle spent the next minute or so rolling through orgasm after orgasm until she was spent.
I moved and joined Maria’s hip at Belles head, I could see Maria had become very wet too and struggled my way past the thigh that was blocking me, before kissing Belle deeply, tasting a little of the other woman on her lips and tongue. We all lay where we were for a short while before I felt a hand touch my hard manhood.
I didn’t think it was Belle, the touch was different. Where Belle would gently grasp my cock, this felt a little harder, a little more forceful. I was given a good squeeze and let out a small gasp of pleasure myself. Maria let go of me and moved from atop of Belle.
“It is time I watched you fuck.”
I sat up, my shirt still on and wet with perspiration and the juices of the two women. It stuck to my chest, so I unfastened the top button and pulled it over my head, I was now the only one completely naked. Maria still in her bra, her suspender belt and stockings still in place, and Belle with her stockings still covering her legs.
I smiled at Belle and began to position myself between her legs, my hard cock protruding proudly in front of me and the thought of the pleasure of being inside her at the forefront of my mind. Maria had said she was voyeuristic and wanted to direct us, to watch me fuck Belle, and for us, we didn’t know it until we started visiting clubs, but we are quite exhibitionist and love to be watched.
I raised Belle’s legs, putting her ankles to my shoulders. Looking at her below me. The curve of her bottom, her gorgeously ample breasts, the honesty of her fantastic fuller figure and finally her face, damp with perspiration and Maria’s pussy juice, she was beautiful. I felt a hand touch my balls and then grab my cock and was guided towards Belle’s waiting pussy.
As I entered her, I glided in easily. My balls were cupped by Maria’s hand and she began to control our momentum. Slowly at first, pulling and pushing my testicles, giving me no choice but to follow her instruction. Deeply in and almost wholly out, my cock flashed before me until I was completely removed and Maria buried her head in to Belle’s open pussy for a few seconds.
She pulled away, grabbed my cock, guided me back in and let me thrust some more. I was in a gentle, steady rhythm when Maria let go of me, I watched as she walked around the bed and sat astride Belle’s face once more, her pussy taking pleasure from Belle’s mouth.
As I began to thrust more quickly, Maria began to grind more in to Belle’s face, taking pleasure from imprisoning her chin, mouth, and nose. Three of us were building to orgasm. I could feel the familiar sensation in my cock, the signs that I was going to come and there was no going back, I was watching Maria have her pleasure and I could feel Belle’s pussy trying to spit me out so that she could have her own orgasm again.
We didn’t plan it, we didn’t time it, but everything seemed to happen together.
The now familiar “Fuck, Fuck” coming from Maria who was watching my cock sliding in and out of Belle’s pussy intently, my gasp as my load began to explode in to Belle, and Belle’s desperation for me to open and free her pussy and let it eject its load of juices and give her release.
I came, my warm thick fluid escaping my cock and filling Belle, I thrust again and again feeling the sensations going through me. I had watched my wife and another woman which had already heightened my sexual excitement and like most men, there is nothing more sensual than coming inside a mouth, arse or pussy, and for me Belles pussy is Babylon. She is the air that I breathe, her softness brings me comfort, her warmth brings me love and the feel of her is as joyous, fulfilling and rapturous as a symphony orchestra.
It must have taken me 30 seconds to stop ejaculating, and through all of that time Maria was gasping, tensing, going limp, swearing and watching. Belle was gasping, needing and craving being set free, and when I had finally finished, I pulled out of Belle and watched as her body arched and the first stream of spunk and Belle cum squirted onto my body.
Maria’s hand went to Belle’s pussy and began to rub it vigorously causing Belle to nearly buck her off, but she managed to keep her balance and kept her hand there. Catching little bits of both our cum on her fingers and rubbing it into Belle’s clit. Her hand gradually slowing until we all collapsed together in a heap and lay in an exhausted three-way cuddle.
It was not long until the silence was broken “What time is it?” Maria asked.
Alexa told us it was after 2pm.
“I have to go” Maria announced. “I have been here nearly two hours already.” And she had.
A quick rinse in the shower and she was dressed. Her and Belle kissed deeply before we opened the door and she was gone like Cinderella at midnight.
Belle and I returned to the bedroom, we kissed, cuddled and chatted for a while. It had seemed strange how quickly Maria had left. We decided she probably needed to return home as she said, and hoped she was alright. Eventually we shared a shower and went downstairs for tea and a slice of Lemon Drizzle cake.
Maria messaged a few hours later, thanking us, she had enjoyed our time together and was looking forward to meeting again, as were we.
We exchanged messages the next morning, firstly checking everything was alright? Yes, everything was fine. We all spoke about how much we all enjoyed the time we had spent together. Maria said she would like to explore more domination, the use of restraints and toys, we agreed that we would like that too.
It was Sunday evening when Maria’s profile disappeared and she left the WhatsApp group.
I tried sending a text and my number was now blocked.
Belle and I spoke about things, maybe she felt guilty? Maybe (god forbid) her husband had found out? Maybe she had decided that fab was not for her?
Then we began to question ourselves.
Maybe we had done something to upset her? Maybe she didn’t find us attractive?
Then we became a little perplexed, why didn’t she say anything?
After a few days we just accepted that sometimes these things happen and you never know why.
It was New Years Eve when Belle received a message “Hi, how are you?”
I am leaving it to Belle to decide how to proceed, but eventually, we will have a discussion.
Hope you enjoyed it. X
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