Mary Anne was beautiful, and her husband wasn’t anything to snicker at either! The thought that both of them would have me was really, really sexy. It was unexpected, too, because my first lesbian experience wasn’t soft and gentle at all. Mary Anne was rough with me! I couldn’t believe how much I loved it, even when I had my first anal sex and a double penetration. Who expects that during a threesome with two girls and a guy?

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His wife smiled, and I felt her reach around to begin gently rubbing my back, as though soothing me from a bad dream. This I was used to. Women were generally more tender and sweet. She shifted herself around so that I was between the two of them, sandwiched, and as her husband bent in to kiss me, her hands wandered all over my body where his had been. The difference between their touches was very noticeable; even though he had been gentle, his hands were rough and calloused. “Mary Anne”, as she called herself, however, was suddenly being very rough with me. It took me back. She was squeezing my ass cheeks painfully hard, but her hands were soft and delicate. It was a wonderful contrast.
Abruptly, she pushed us both backwards. I landed on the couch, right on top of him, completely naked atop her husband’s dressed form. She leaned down, and then both of them took one of my nipples in their mouths and began licking and suckling. I let out a long, low moan; it was amazing. She straightened up almost at once, though, and began undressing. I watched as her nude body came into view. She was beautiful. She wasn’t just beautiful for an older woman; she was genuinely beautiful in every sense of the word.
All the while, her husband just kept moving his lips and his tongue over my nipple, making me moan like crazy. Once Mary Anne was naked, she leaned forward and kissed me, and it was amazing because she was rough with the kiss. Yet, somehow, there was something so different about it, something so unlike a man’s kiss. I’d never been with a woman in its entirety—most women chickened out, and the few who didn’t tended to put all their focus on the men that were with them—but right then, I wanted her to take me, and I wanted her to take me hard.