First Encounter with Her: A Threesome

On a chilly October day in 2014, our arranged meeting began at Changdong Station. It was my first time meeting her in person, though we'd been in contact online before.

I was supposed to meet her with my boyfriend. I kept chuckling quietly to myself while sitting in the car.

"What? Are you happy because you're meeting a girl?"

My boyfriend asked, sounding slightly offended.

"Why~ I like guys more~."

Honestly, I like both. I said that just to reassure my boyfriend.

We spotted a cosmetics shop near Changdong Station. My boyfriend and I watched carefully from the car, waiting for her to arrive.

Far off, I saw a woman with brown hair, wearing a red cardigan and high heels.

My gut was right—she was the one.

None of us had eaten, so we decided to have a simple meal with some drinks.

We ordered seafood nurungji soup and soju. I'd never tried it before, but she said she wanted to.

I tried to ease the awkwardness by making small talk.

"Do you live nearby?"

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"Are you good with alcohol?"

We exchanged ordinary conversation. She said she lived nearby, had never been with a woman before, but had always wanted to.

Half-skeptical, I poured her a drink.

She was surprisingly strong with alcohol. She said she was twenty-eight, but looked more like early thirties.

Then again, what does age matter? As long as we connect and feel each other, isn't that enough?

What started as a light drink quickly piled up—one bottle, then two, and soon we were past five.

She said she was tired. My boyfriend also looked worn out, so we decided to move to a motel to continue drinking.

My boyfriend said he'd take a quick walk to freshen up, telling us to go ahead and enter first.

I walked to the motel with her. The sound of her heels and mine echoed in rhythm, harmonizing perfectly.

Once inside, I ordered five bottles of beer and offered her another drink.

She said she'd just take the glass. I took a sip and said to her,

"Is it okay if we shower together? I like showering together."

She smiled silently and nodded.

Just as we clinked glasses and were about to drink, my boyfriend arrived.

He said he was tired and wouldn't drink, heading straight to the shower.

After he entered the bathroom, I teased her with a playful joke.

"My boyfriend's thing is small. It's cute. Really cute."

She giggled. I wanted to break the tension and get closer to her.

My boyfriend came out, and then she went in to shower.

After hearing the sound of water, I undressed and went in too.

Her skin had a slightly tanned hue—healthy and vibrant.

She tied her long, loose hair with a band and was brushing her teeth.

I tied my hair up and picked up my toothbrush.

As I glanced at her body, three large roses tattooed on her thigh caught my eye—like a garden blooming on her skin.

Beautiful. Sexy.

I quickly finished showering and lay down on the bed. I sent my boyfriend to the far left, she lay in the middle, and I took the right.

I gently held her hand to keep her at ease.

If I suddenly pounced, she'd be startled and probably upset.

Just as a man would gently caress and reassure, I decided to softly hold her hand to calm her.

Holding her hand tightly, I said,

"Can I kiss you?"

She gently nodded and closed her eyes.

My heart pounded. Kissing a woman always feels thrilling.

I took a deep breath and pressed my lips to hers.

Softly and slowly, I sucked gently on her lower lip, then her upper lip.

I could feel her lips trembling.

She seemed slightly tense. The more nervous she was, the more gently I needed to approach.

I drew her lips into my mouth and gently rubbed them with my tongue.

I pulled back slightly and carefully slipped my tongue inside.

Her tongue cautiously welcomed mine.

Slowly, gently. The soft kiss continued, then I kissed her more intensely.

A little faster now, I brushed between her teeth and gums.

Her tongue gradually became more active.

I pulled back and kissed her neck, then moved down to her collarbone, her side, her stomach, her pelvis—beginning my slow arousal.

Then back up, from her side to her chest, tracing circles with my tongue, watching her reactions. The faster my tongue moved, the quicker her breathing became.

My tongue reached her breasts, circling her areolas, feeling the raised buds on her nipples.

Then I gently grazed her nipples with my lips and took one into my mouth.

Her nipples were large. The way they stood stiffly erect looked adorable.

I released the breast I'd been sucking and caressed it with my hand, then moved my mouth down toward her groin.

I carefully spread her legs. She had little pubic hair.

I gently licked around her vulva, then lifted the hair upward and spread her open.

I'd assumed she'd be dry, but surprisingly, she was very wet.

I wiped her lower area with my saliva, then lightly circled her clitoris with my tongue.

I didn't touch it directly. I didn't want to startle her with sudden stimulation—gentle was the way to go.

My tongue, circling the area, gradually expanded toward her vaginal opening.

I licked near her entrance. Flattening my tongue, I took her entire lower area into my mouth and licked from her vagina up to her clitoris.

As I licked upward, her hips instinctively lifted.

She wasn't much of a moaner. After two or three more licks, I took her clitoris into my mouth and slowly rolled it.

I moved my tongue quickly, tasting her. After sucking her clitoris, I moved my tongue back to her vaginal opening.

After firmly tracing a circle, I spat on my fingers. My left hand was on her breast, my right on her groin.

Like a determined sea captain setting sail, my fingers moved toward her vagina.

I carefully inserted them. Luckily, she was very wet, and my saliva helped—my fingers slid in smoothly.

Inside her vagina, I moved my fingers side to side, in and out, stimulating her.

After some stimulation with one finger, I decided to add a second.

I applied more saliva and inserted two fingers into her vaginal opening.

They slipped in easily. Her vagina was looser than I expected. Later, I learned she'd had a child.

I added a third finger. It felt slightly tight, but seemed to fit her well.

Honestly, this was the first time I'd ever inserted three fingers into a woman during sex.

She was very wet—gelatinously soft, moist inside and out.

I became aroused too. My boyfriend was masturbating beside us. He told me to lie down.

I smiled at her and lay down, then knelt in the middle, alternately looking at her and me while touching my breasts.

His sight was arousing. I intensified my tongue, gradually building my moans.

As my moans grew louder, my boyfriend's hand moved to my groin. He wet his fingers and rubbed my clitoris, heightening my arousal.

When I got more excited, my boyfriend told her to suck me.

She shyly brought her face to my groin. I felt her warm breath.

"Haa."

I involuntarily flinched. Her tongue touched my vulva.

I hadn't had many women perform cunnilingus on me. It felt awkward, but I just closed my eyes and spread my legs.

She licked my vulva with quick flicks of her tongue. Since I'd waxed, it was probably easier for her to pleasure me.

Her tongue circled my vaginal opening, then took my clitoris into her mouth. I flinched again.

She licked, bit, and sucked my clitoris—pretty good for a first-timer.

But then she bit my clitoris.

'Ha... I get it... you bit me to make me feel a thrill... but... it really hurts...'

You're supposed to gently graze it with your teeth, not chew it like you're biting your nails...'

I almost lost the ability to feel clitoral orgasms for life.

It hurt so much I grunted and told her to stop.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled at me.

A little later, my boyfriend laid us down and inserted two fingers into her vagina and one into mine.

He tried to make her squirt by stimulating her G-spot.

I held back. I'd heard that when a man presses upward, if the woman tenses, it really hurts his wrist, but I wanted to endure.

I wanted to hold on until she squirted.

"Chap chap chap chap"

I heard the sound. I was really excited. But she must have been embarrassed and tensed up.

The sound gradually faded. He pulled his fingers out and whispered to me that her vagina was so loose, all five fingers might fit.

I was a bit disappointed I didn't see her squirt.

After finishing with his fingers, my boyfriend brought out his erect penis.

I sucked his glans and shaft, while she sucked his two testicles.

I took it deep until it hit my throat, then narrowed and released my throat muscles, giving him a deep-throat blowjob.

My boyfriend got harder than usual when doing a threesome with another woman.

She sucked his balls diligently, making loud smacking sounds.

Later, I heard from my boyfriend that she even bit his testicles.

She must have a habit of biting. She bit my clitoris like that, and now she bit his balls too...

After oral sex, my boyfriend put on a condom and thrust into her vagina. He penetrated deeply and forcefully, making loud, wet slapping sounds.

Her moans echoed in rhythm with his piston-like thrusts.

I wanted him inside me quickly, but I held back, wanting to watch her enjoy.

Eventually, she squirted so much she soaked the bed. Then my boyfriend pulled out the condom and entered me.

"As expected, yours feels better."

Her vagina felt a bit looser—probably because she'd given birth.

After entering me, my boyfriend did a few thrusts and said he was about to come.

She lay beside me, shyly turned to the side. Having her next to me made me even more aroused, and I moaned.

The harder the thrusting, the louder my moans grew, and we both reached climax.

Honestly, I didn't have an orgasm, but it was still good.

I enjoyed touching her, and I enjoyed having my boyfriend inside me.

After sex, my boyfriend went to the bathroom, and I gently stroked her shoulder.

After he came back from washing up, we both went in to shower together.

I felt it might be inappropriate to wash her body, so I just squeezed toothpaste for her.

Facing the mirror together, we finished brushing our teeth and showering.

She smiled shyly, said she'd see me again sometime, and we parted ways.

I never heard from her again, but it remained a good memory.