Geoff and I attended a dinner party a few weeks ago, where we met the most alluring woman. I had an incredible time getting to know Nadia over dinner, and before the evening ended, she propositioned me. I didn’t take her up on her offer that night, but I couldn’t get the moment out of my mind.

Not too long after that, Geoff and I were in bed exchanging fantasies, and I revealed my bi-curiosity. Intrigued, he encouraged me to explore the desire further, with him looking on, of course.

Immediately, we agreed to reconnect with Nadia, who was very happy to hear from me. I invited her over to our place, and later that evening, the three of us chatted over a bottle of wine. Our talk grew more risqué with every glass. When the wine had nearly run dry, I shared my fantasy with Nadia.

She listened intently, her eyes sparkling as I described how I imagined her hands might feel against my skin—especially if she skimmed them over my breasts. I confessed that I couldn’t stop dreaming of her supple lips wrapped around my clit and how she might use her tongue to massage the sensitive bud.

Geoff encouraged our flirtation and let Nadia know what was his was hers.

When I paused to take a final sip of my wine, our new friend grabbed the afghan draped over the back of the sofa and tossed onto the floor.

“Come,” she said, walking to the edge of the blanket. She crooked a perfectly manicured finger to beckon me. “I have an idea.”

She grabbed a few throw pillows and piled them on the floor, creating a cozy bed right there in the middle of the living room.

I approached her, and she said, “Let’s get you comfortable.”

She turned me around to unzip my dress, and I found myself facing my husband. He sat directly across from us, well within view of the nest Nadia had assembled. His eyes stayed firmly fixed on me, eager to observe every moment of the experience.

With my dress out of the way, Nadia focused her attention on my bodysuit and stripped the lacy garment off my body. Then she brought her hand between my shoulder blades and slid a finger down my naked back.

“Look at this lovely body,” Nadia murmured. Her palms grazed my hips and tummy before swooping up to cup my breasts. “You must love playing with these gorgeous tits, Geoff.” Still standing behind me, she brought her lips to the side of my neck and whispered against my skin, “I have to confess, your sparkling eyes first caught my attention. But your incredible breasts are the next things I noticed.”

She pinched both of my nipples at the same time, and I gasped. Those little nubs pebbled under her touch and seemed to grow even more sensitive.

My eyelids had fluttered closed, but I forced them to open. I looked at Geoff, who was staring at us with a rapturous look on his face. I also noted his pants were open and his erection was tucked inside his clenched fist.

While I was distracted by Geoff, one of Nadia’s hands traveled south. Her fingers coasted over my mound, briefly caressing my clit before diving into my slit. She sank two fingers deep inside my pussy, and my knees nearly buckled.

I sighed her name and leaned my head back against her body.

“You have the most gorgeous skin,” Nadia cooed.

She trailed kisses up and down my neck. She nibbled at the sensitive patch of skin beneath my earlobe, and the shock of her teeth worrying my skin sent a shiver up my spine. I took a step back, bringing our bodies even closer together. Her breasts nudged my back. I felt her beaded nipples poking against my feverish skin.

Pulling her fingers out of my snatch, Nadia smoothed her palms over the sides of my torso, caressing my curves.

“We fit together nicely, don’t you think?” she asked playfully as she stroked my bare butt. I shivered as she caressed my vulnerable rear. “I can’t wait to play with your snug little asshole,” she said, her voice dripping with lust.

The mere suggestion of assplay had me blushing. I have a seriously sensitive backdoor. Even the lightest touch can send me spiraling into oblivion. Just imagining Nadia’s ruby lips brushing over my puckered hole was enough to make my arms and legs quake uncontrollably.

“But first,” she said, “your delectable pussy needs more attention.”

Still standing behind me, she reached around and slipped her fingers inside my cunt once more, wriggling them against my G-spot. Without thinking, I bounced my body, shamelessly fucking her digits under my husband’s watchful eye.

Then Nadia withdrew her digits again. She traced her fingertips over my abdomen and up through the valley between my breasts, leaving a trail of my slick juices in her wake. That natural lube dampened my skin, and the cool breeze from the ceiling fan caused goose bumps to erupt all over my bare body.

Nadia brought her pussy-scented fingers to my lips, and I sucked them into my mouth.

“Mmmm,” she hummed. “Do you like the way you taste?”

I nodded, unable to respond with my mouth so full.

“That’s what I thought,” Nadia said. “I can’t wait to try for myself.”

My slinky lover slid her body around mine until we stood face-to-face.

“I think I’ll lick the juice from your lips first,” she said.

I didn’t think there was actually any there. But as her supple lips swept over mine, those thoughts evaporated from my brain. She drew on my lower lip, sucking on it and teasing it with her teeth. Her hunger for me seemed to grow by the second, and she plunged her tongue into my mouth. Her palm cradled the nape of my neck as our kiss deepened.

I felt unsteady on my feet as Nadia elicited pangs of pleasure from me. My muscles seemed to be rapidly turning to mush. She was as hot as hell, and I was melting.

As I sighed against Nadia’s lips, her tongue continued to tangle with mine, consuming my body and rattling my mind. But as soon as Nadia pulled back, she dropped to her knees, which left her lips temptingly close to my pussy.

I looked down at her, then back at my husband. They were both fixated on me.

Nadia broke the silence by saying, “There’s nothing like sipping straight from the source.”

Her lips latched onto my pussy, and she greedily swiped her tongue over my slit. She lapped at my pillowy pussy lips until they parted, exposing the hole her fingers had filled mere moments before, then she sank her digits back inside.

A strangled cry erupted from my throat. I felt my heartbeat pounding between my legs. My clit pulsed as Nadia primed me for an explosive orgasm. She was in control of my pleasure, and she’d be the one to push me over the edge.

Nadia’s lips closed around my clit, and she flicked my tender bud with her tongue.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I shouted.

Her free hand glided over my calf and around my thigh. She swooped up underneath my ass and eased her fingers between my legs. Finally, she pulled the other hand free of my pussy and brought her juice-slick fingers to my crack. She gradually sank one slippery finger into my rear hole and plunged the digits of her other hand into my cunt.

“Ah! Oh! Nadia,” I groaned, as her tongue tapped at my clit. Stars burst in my vision as my climax hit. “Fuck! Fuck! Nadia, fuck!”

I pitched forward, nearly falling to the floor from the force of my orgasm as I wailed her name.

She licked my pussy clean, wringing every last drop of pleasure from my body. Then she looked up with her eyes gleaming as she asked, “Tell me, Sarah, have you ever eaten pussy before?”

She stood and then paused, her eyelashes fluttering as she considered me closely, “Or will mine be the first you ever taste? Besides your own, that is.”

I wanted to respond, but then Nadia stole my breath again with another passionate, probing kiss. I tasted myself on her lips. It combined with the remnants of the fine wine, an intoxicating pairing.

That’s when I knew it was time for me to take the reins. I put aside my passive nature and started to mirror the way Nadia’s hands had moved over my body as I stroked hers. When I reached her hips, I broke the kiss and dropped to my knees, just like she had earlier.

“Do you want to be my first?” I asked.

“I’d love to,” she replied.

It was all the encouragement I needed. I licked my lips, both to moisten them and to buy myself some time. I was nervous and wondered if her pussy would taste like mine, or if Nadia possessed a unique flavor.

Only one way to find out.

My tongue darted out, landing a catlike lick right atop Nadia’s swollen clit.

“Oh,” she sighed, resting her hand on my head and surrendering to my mouth. “Good girl.”

The words were a simple affirmation, but they felt like high praise to me. My confidence increased tenfold, giving me the push I needed to delve even deeper.

After my lips breached her folds, I couldn’t get enough. Indeed, she had her own flavor, and I loved it. Ravenous for Nadia, I ate her box greedily, making up for my inexperience with exuberance.

In the distance, I heard Geoff groan.

Though I couldn’t see him with my face buried in Nadia’s crotch, I was sure glad I could hear him. That Geoff approved of me playing with Nadia, and enjoyed the sight of our sapphic coupling, added to the magic of the evening.

Nadia appeared to agree. Within seconds of Geoff’s exclamation, she came on my face, gifting me with my first taste of pure, feminine pleasure.