I’ve always had some interest in women. When I was in college, I would occasionally have a crush on a girl in my class or a female friend. Although I think, on average, women are nicer to look at than men, my interest was never high enough to go beyond a few kisses. Although I was theoretically open to women, it seemed like a daunting task to have to rethink all my assumptions about dating dynamics and strategy, let alone learn how to have sex with a woman.
When I signed up for Hinge after the end of my six-year relationship, I selected “open to meeting anyone”: men, women, non-binary and trans people. I matched with a few women. However, I really struggled to imagine the date, what we would talk about, and all the ways it could potentially go. The truth was, I was a little scared to meet a woman, especially a lesbian. Although I am sure I am sexually interested in women, I am not sure if I am interested in having a romantic relationship with a woman. I don’t want to waste anybody’s time.
I gave up on Hinge after two months. I was questioning my whole dating strategy. Hinge seemed like a long line of guys who only want to have sex, but we were talking about everything except sex. I had discussed with gay friends before about how gay men tend to talk about sex before they meet, not only out of horniness but also out of practicality. Why go to the trouble to meet up with someone with whom you could never be sexually compatible? But why should this only apply to gay men? Wouldn’t straight people also benefit from talking about sex before they meet, especially if it is one of the main determinants of lasting compatibility with a partner?
In the short time I was on Hinge, it had become a pretty all-consuming hobby. I met more than 30 people, and I slept with 75% of those. The second person I met on Hinge (who will definitely get more mention in other stories) is on the kinky side: body fluids, anonymous sex, and pegging. And he had been pushing for me to explore more sexually, including kinks. I had a few other kinky experiences during my time on Hinge, but nothing that lasted or turned into something deeper. But I definitely had unlocked a collection of kinks like body fluids, ass play, and masochism that gave me new, different types of pleasure.
I had stumbled across some blogs and videos about primal play that sounded a lot like the red thread that held many of my kinks together. I decided if dating was all about sex anyway, I should use a site where people actually talk about sex. So, I signed up for a fetish dating site a couple of weeks before I left on a month-long vacation.
When I set up my profile, I took the BDSM quiz and looked through the extensive list of fetishes and all the possible profile settings. Unlike many other sites, the fetish dating site had a special profile type for couples. A couple could set up a joint profile, allowing others to view both of their preferences and profiles on a single profile. In the section of my profile about what I was open to exploring, I marked my fetish interests and made it clear I was also looking for couples to finally make this female thing happen.
And that’s how I met F and T. A few couples had contacted me before them, but nothing had materialized by the time I went on vacation. A few days before I came back from vacation, I received a message from a couple a bit younger than me, T (M/38) and F (F/35). They looked on the rockabilly/punk side – heavily tattooed with a hint of 1950s hair and fashion. I thought, why not see what they had to say?
All of the other couples who had contacted me had a multitude of questions and wanted to walk through scenarios. F and T didn’t ask any questions. They invited me directly to meet the weekend after my return from vacation.
At first, I was a little non-committal because I wanted to be in the right headspace to try something new. I wasn’t sure if I would be jetlagged or want to leave the weekend free to meet friends after being gone for over a month. I told them I would have to let them know. They were relaxed and flexible about meeting up.
I arrived back on Tuesday. By Thursday I was sure I was not jetlagged and definitely in the mood to finally do this. So I wrote to them and we agreed to meet at a bar nearby on a Saturday night at 11pm.
I knew they would be at the bar early because they told me they were coming directly from a cabaret performance and would arrive 1-2 hours before the agreed time. I was really ready to do this, so I showed up 30 minutes early. We immediately spotted each other as I walked through the door. They sat on high stools to the left with a clear view of the door. They were a cute, content-looking couple. They sat smiling and relaxed.
They got up to hug me and introduce themselves. All of our excitement bounced off each other as all three of us had the immediate recognition that this was probably going to work out. We had a short consultation, and I realized I had to speak German. I rarely speak German in social settings, and usually this would have made me nervous. Luckily, with an espresso martini already in me, I was at unprecedented confidence levels and excitedly plowed into conversation.
We got to know each other a little bit – family, where we were from, and what we do for a living. They are from the area outside Berlin. F is a kindergarten teacher, and T is a city planner. They met one year ago on a dating app that matches people based on their Spotify playlists. They have three kids between them from previous relationships, and play a constant game of musical chairs, shuttling the kids back and forth between the four parents’ homes. In their free time, they enjoy rock climbing. F had gotten T into this hobby since they met, and they were planning an upcoming trip to Sicily to rock climb. They seemed like a completely normal, happy couple.
As they talked about their jobs and rock climbing, I got a closer look at both of them. He was a friendly and calm, average guy. He had a traditional 1950s comb-over style haircut and a neck tattoo of a bat, but otherwise wouldn’t stand out in a crowd.
F was quite radiant. From their profile, I knew she would be beautiful, but things are never exactly as they seem from photos. In her photos she had been wearing a fancy dress, looking like a pin-up girl. She was dressed down with a stylish bandana wrapped around her head. She had bleached blonde hair with a streak of pink and big lips with ring piercings on both sides of her bottom lip. She was quite unexpectedly serious, which made me a bit anxious at first. I relaxed when I realized all her attention was definitely fixed on me. Her eyes weren’t judgy, they were hungry.
Things were not flirty, but the conversation was coated in friendly intent. They were very comfortable, and we never had an awkward moment, which is important if you are going to try random new sex stuff with strangers!
After the first beer, I passed on a refill because it was clear that this was definitely going to lead to the bedroom. I didn’t want to be too tipsy. So they ordered another round, I took some water, and the conversation turned to the reason we were all there.
I asked them why they had signed up for a fetish dating site. They said that early on they felt very comfortable and settled in their relationship. They agreed after being together for three months that they would like to invite a woman into their bed. Much to their frustration, they had talked to several women over the past nine months, but nothing ever materialized.
F told me that besides my style, which they thought matched well with theirs, my profile really resonated with them. In my profile, I clearly state that I am only into in-person meet-ups and don’t like to chat endlessly beforehand.
I could empathize. I had only been on the app a short time, but there were so many people who wanted to swap pictures, chat, and fantasize for days or weeks before fading off back into the dark parts of the internet. I’d quickly come up with a strict policy of no chatting unless there was a chance of an in-person meet-up. Otherwise, the fetish dating sites would become all-consuming.
They asked why I was on the app. I explained that since my breakup a year ago I had tried conventional dating apps. I found it a bit baffling that everyone is on these apps for sex, but no one is talking about sex on conventional dating apps.
I decided that since it was actually about sex for most people, it makes more sense to go to a space where you can talk about sex. A fetish dating site makes it easier to lay out your intentions and try new things.
I explained that the reason I marked that I am interested in couples and FFM threesomes was simple. I am interested in sleeping with women and think that with a couple is the easiest way as a straight woman to venture into woman-on-woman play.
My reasoning seemed totally logical to both of them, and no questions were asked. F had already mentioned that in her previous relationship they had invited a woman to sleep with them three times, and now mentioned it again. Judging from the level of attention she had been giving me since I arrived (and her reaction in the bedroom later), it seemed that she had thoroughly enjoyed those experiences.
At this point, I was about out of things to say in German. I glanced at the level of their glasses and asked what the plan was. I was happy to have them at my house since I lived only a short walk away. They said going to theirs would be more convenient for them. I knew that they lived only a few stops away on the subway. So we jumped on the train, making small talk all the way.
As we made our way, they were walking together arm in arm, and I was usually trailing a bit behind. I was getting a much better view to check F out. She was about the same size as me, and she had a nice, juicy ass, a little unexpected bonus.
When we arrived at her apartment, I got a short tour. For an old communist block apartment, it was homey, with a lot of homemade wooden furniture and fittings. We quickly transitioned to the bedroom, and she and I matter-of-factly began to undress. We were both eager and extremely comfortable with what was happening.
The bed was a large “Hochbett” that would easily fit all three of us. It was built into the wall, and I needed to pull myself up a bit to get on top. F and I both climbed on the bed, and we began inspecting each other’s tattoos as a sort of icebreaker. I could see now that F was nude, that her extremely white skin was very solidly tattooed on her chest, breasts, and onto her thighs. The tattoos almost acted as camouflage, making it difficult for me to fully grasp her body shape.
I could see that she indeed had nice, thick, round hips, but they were not fat. Her breasts were smaller than mine, probably a B cup with small nipples. She had a small stomach. She had mentioned that she had an eight-year-old child. I had never played with anyone who was a mother, so I was interested to see how I would feel about that.
She began explaining some of her tattoos, like how one was actually designed based on a photo of her from when she was younger. I eventually turned around and bent over to show her my tattoos which are mostly on my back, knowing that the view from behind is pretty impressive. As I was bent over, T came to the side of the bed and asked what we were doing. He began to fiddle with music and put on a playlist.
He asked what we were doing, and we told him that we were looking at each other’s tattoos. He was still wearing his underwear and attempted to get on the bed, but F stopped him and said this was clearly a no-clothing zone. He calmly took off his underwear, exposing a solid erection, which did surprise me a little. He had just walked into the room, but his mind had obviously already been churning with all types of ideas about what was going to happen. F asked if he could join us on the bed, and I helped her pull him up onto the bed.
We hadn’t discussed what was going to happen. They hadn’t given me any rules to follow. F and I were on our knees facing each other and began kissing. At first, the kisses were a bit complicated. I didn’t want to catch any of her piercings, and she was decent but not an excellent kisser (I have many certified sluts that can vouch for my kissing skills!).
After the first few rounds, we started to melt into the kisses while we groped each other. I began to kiss down her neck while pinching her nipples. As I worked down her body, I wondered if it was too soon to already try to touch her pussy. I hadn’t ever touched or licked a pussy before, so I was anxious and excited to see how it would go. I didn’t feel emboldened enough to go down on her yet. I figured I could let her take the lead since this wasn’t her first experience.
She did take the lead pretty quickly. She lay me back and began going down on me, dissolving my tiny bit of anxiety about how playing with each other’s pussies would begin. I decided to just lie back and relax since I was indeed a guest. T took this as his cue to penetrate F from behind.
Honestly, I had been so engrossed in F, I hadn’t even really noted T there. He had been behind F as we kissed and groped, but I am not sure if he was participating. Now, F was giving me nice, even licks in sync with T’s thrusting rhythm. As he slid in and out of her, she naturally licked up my pussy with each stroke. She was quite vocal, like me, and moaned into my pussy as she licked.
I usually keep my eyes closed most of the time during sex so I can focus on the bodily sensations. As I stroked my fingers through her hair, I heard her moans as well as the slap of his body on her thighs. This idea of hearing her pleasure while licking my pussy turned me on even more. Since he hadn’t touched me, I had nearly forgotten T was there. He was taking up so little of my mental space that my mind melded them into a single person.
As T pulled out, we did a short transition where she sucked T’s cock, and I kissed him to acknowledge that he was there, since I had really lost track up till that moment. He was a firm but good kisser. I was quite impressed.
The kisses were short, as I quickly grasped the opportunity to get on top of F to prepare to go down on her. I had her on her back and was wildly kissing and sucking her small breasts and her sides. I arrived at her stomach and discovered, to my delight, that the little bit of fat on her stomach had a delicious, light, fluffy consistency. It was nothing like what I had imagined.
After feasting a bit on her stomach and sides, I went straight into licking. Since I began dating again, I had tried to pay attention and determine what type of head I really like to receive so I could try to replicate it. But the truth is that I like head, but I usually don’t get anywhere near as turned on by head as I do by having other parts of my body stimulated. So I had done some research online and found what I considered pretty reliable advice on how to lick a pussy. The advice was pretty simple: I shouldn’t move my tongue around, I should just stick it out and lick more like an ice cream cone, moving my whole head up and down rather than just the tongue.
As I was beginning, T began to penetrate me from behind. I gave out a moan. As he thrust, I situated my arms to figure out the best way to be able to rock back and forth with the rhythm of the thrusts to pass my tongue up her labia and over her clit. After less than 10 seconds, I fell into a really easy rhythm, and F was definitely excited and enjoying it . She was lying back on the pillows, writhing a bit and moaning, as I made solid, steady licks.
Her pussy was so wet, I decided it was definitely worth slipping a finger in as well. When I began penetrating her with my finger as I licked, her moans became more excited and urgent. I decided that if it was working, I shouldn’t change anything since there is nothing more disappointing than having someone switch it up just as it’s getting good.
I took a small break from licking and just fingered before jumping in for another round of licking. Not long after I began licking again, her moans became very desperate till she grabbed my face and smashed it into her pussy. As she came, I was not sure exactly what to do since sometimes when I cum, it would be too intense if someone sucked on my clit during the orgasm. I just let her shove my face in with my tongue out, as it had been when I was licking, and stayed there still till she began to relax and release my face. Then I gave some light kisses up her body and across her tits as she experienced the aftershocks of the orgasm.
Around this point, the sequence of events is a bit blurry for me. I am sure I eventually lay down, and T got on top of me. I was so turned on that it wasn’t long before I was screaming with an A-spot orgasm. He wasn’t pumping very hard, but it was very consistent. With my legs up and back, I could feel my legs start to spasm. I had been moaning most of the session, as F licked me and as I’d been fucked from behind. Now my moans intensified and became hoarse as I tried to get my pleasure out of my mouth as well as my cervix.
After my screaming subsided, T got off of me and went to fondle and kiss F. I had to lie for a moment to recover control of my legs and body. I lay back on the pillows that lined one wall and watched them lying on the pillows along the other wall.
Their embrace looked delicate, endearing, and intimate. They looked like a couple deeply in the beginnings of love and possibly ready to spend the rest of their lives together. I noticed the music was still playing, and it was one of my favorites, the Cramps. I felt happy and excited to share this experience with them. I hoped that I was helping them deepen their relationship even more by meeting some of their needs and fantasies they might not be able to fulfill on their own.
When I finally recovered enough strength to move, I dragged myself across the bed to F. I began to suck and kiss from her collarbone down to her breasts and around her sides. I began to get more manic and less methodical, sucking small patches of soft skin and fat into my mouth, then moving on to the next spot.
She was getting incredibly excited and moaning wildly. So I decided to slow down. I began at her left knee and worked my way slowly down her inner thigh. I kissed and licked just to the edge of her labia, then went to her right knee and began kissing and sucking slowly down her other thigh. I reached the crease of her thigh and leg, then my mouth trailed over to her vagina. I sucked on her labia, eventually reaching her wet, warm pussy.
She was already moaning so wildly before I got to her vagina. I was sure she was very close. So I stuck out my tongue and began licking quickly, making sure my tongue was going deep enough to brush her clit each time I licked up her pussy. She came in a rush and smashed my face wildly into her crotch. As she lay back, I could see on her face that she was satisfied and probably nearing being done for the night.
Since I felt that T had been a bit neglected for quite a while, I crawled over and put his still fully erect penis in my mouth and gave it a good suck. He didn’t make any noise the whole time we were having sex. He was also silent as I had his cock in my mouth, again making it easier to forget he was there. He gave my hair a few strokes as I sucked his cock.
After a few minutes of sucking, he guided me to lie down, and F came to lie next to me. She sucked on my tits as he entered me in missionary. I could see on his face that he was growing a bit desperate and wanted to cum, which turned me on and made me moan more.
I was getting good stimulation, but I really longed for some deeper penetration. I pulled at his ass to help him get deeper. F, understanding the problem, pushed my legs back and also put her hand on his ass to urge him to go deeper. He didn’t last long as my vagina constricted around his cock, and he came quickly deep in my pussy without a sound.
As he finished, he rolled off of me, and F and T began to cuddle. I went to the bathroom, and when I returned, I saw that they were both looking satisfied and sleepy. We all checked with each other if everyone had cum. I told them I had an A-spot orgasm. I mentioned I can usually only have a clitoral orgasm with toys, so it was okay I didn’t have a clitoral orgasm.
I asked F if she had orgasmed, and she confirmed that both times she smashed my face into her pussy she had been having a clitoral orgasm. She enthusiastically explained that she rarely has clitoral orgasms from getting head. She was quite baffled that it was my first time ever giving head and that I could make her cum like that. In my head, I did silently pat myself on the back, but also figured it was because she was extremely excited, having anticipated a FFM threesome for several months.
They had told me before that they have children, and they usually have to get up early. They seemed to be politely looking for me to leave as soon as possible so they could catch up on some child-free Sunday sleep. We all agreed it had been a fantastic experience. I put back on my clothes and scooted out the door.
On Monday, I wrote to them over the app and thanked them for the good time. I told them that if they would like to do it again, they should let me know. They said they also had a fantastic time, but they never indicated whether they intend to make it a regular thing or not. But they friended me and regularly visit my profile.
I think for a first-time FFM threesome with total strangers it went about as well as it could! So if F and T call, I will definitely be happy to join them again. Maybe they will even let me bring a friend…