Venus

In January 2023, the narrator has a sexual encounter with a couple. They engage in passionate kissing and explore each other's bodies. The narrator experiences a mix of emotions, including grief and vulnerability. The couple is attentive and respectful, creating a safe environment. They use a rosebud vibrator to enhance pleasure and have multiple orgasms. The three of them engage in intimate acts with each other, enjoying the experience together. The narrator feels alive and adrift in the couple's embrace. They end the encounter with a sense of delight and satisfaction. January, 2023. She kissed me, her lips soft and tender. My heart dropped, afraid that a single beat might break the moment's magic. I was taken aback as I realized she had yearned for this, perhaps for a while. Fingers in my hair, pulling my lips to her mouth, her tongue exploring me without hesitancy or force, left my mind fuzzy and my knees weak. How could this lovely woman want me? She was not my first woman, or second, but these kisses were different. This encounter was no awkward first-time exploration or drunk girl make-out session. Instead, our sober minds were intentional, making the kiss more meaningful. The events of the evening began in the kitchen shortly after dinner. He had pulled her clothes into his strong embrace, wrapping his arm around her waist, and kissed her. I smiled and watched them through my eyelashes, a bashful witness to their love. Yet when he extended an arm, fingers beckoning me to join them, I hesitated. I had been a guest in a union before, and my heart chilled at the familiarity of the distant past. My inner goddess whispered, begging me to proceed with caution. I drew near, and his fingers curled around my waist, pulling the three of us into one of the most beautiful moments of my life. He released her from his kiss, but it was she who leaned towards me for her first kiss. I felt her warm breath on my skin, her hair faintly tickling my cheek as she pressed a honeyed kiss to my lips. I kissed her back, loving the sweetness of her mouth. She placed a hand on the back of my head as I melted into her mouth. She pulled back, both of us chuckling, and I blushed furiously. Was that okay with you? she asked. I should have asked first. I don't know, I teased. I might have to have another one self-check. Her grin widened, and with that she kissed me again. Laughing, we pulled apart, a little awkward and unsure how to proceed. He didn't mind taking over, maneuvering us until our backs were against the wall. He thrilled as he towered above us, his solid weight and desire pinning us as we melded together. I reached for her hand and moaned, as he claimed what was his. Our bodies remained fixed together as the three of us explored, touching the new and familiar, always kisses, as fingers caressed. I remember wanting to bury my face in the soft fold of her mulberry sweater. Later, I would experience the delicacy of her skin, and her sweater could not compare. More kisses, kisses with her and kisses with him. I kissed her elegant neck as he kissed her lips. Both turned to kiss my neck until I thought I would melt. Instead, I moaned, and heard both of them chuckle in response. Her warm lips brushed my cheek while he nibbled my ear, and my hands sought their bodies, pulling them closer to me. He took each of us by the hand, drawing us to the bedroom. Slowly, we each unbundled, and the chilly night air brushed my skin and raised goosebumps along my arms. Our clothes were soon discarded and forgotten on the nearby dresser. She pulled me near, forehead to forehead. Her hands rested softly on either side of my face, while my arms encircled her waist. She took a moment to breathe with me, and I felt unashamed to be naked in her arms. Suddenly, something familiar passed over me as I stood in this woman's intimate embrace, and my lips quivered. My wife, the last woman to hold me like this, it had been my wife. She whispered words of endearment that floated like ghosts as long-buried memories returned, unwelcome to my mind. My body remembered the sweet communion of sleeping next to my wife, her cold toes finding my snug legs in her sleep. Grief, familiarity, and loss surged and threatened to spill down my cheeks. It didn't help that my body had decided that this was the weekend for our cycle. My hormones had been all over the place for days, but I'd been home alone, no one to see my tears or highs and lows. As a result, I was quickly losing control of my emotions. You can't hold my face like that, I finally managed to whisper. It's going to make me cry. I wasn't going to let the past control and mar this moment, my chance at redemption. I tried to pull away from her touch, but she held me fast. One second, and then two seconds passed. I dropped my shoulders and breathed out, and once settled, she released my face. Her act was not of control, instead it was a touching gesture, relaying a message of safety, that I could trust my body to her. It was not as simple as the forgotten touch of the only woman I had ever loved. In moments there were three intertwined, my heart was the one that had ended up bruised after each interaction. A healthy threesome has never been elusive, the pieces never entirely fitting together. The culmination failed for many reasons, the woman felt insecure with her husband's divided attention, or I was too inexperienced in my menstruations and failed to please her, leading her to decide further encounters were not at her comfort level. Another did not remember our embraces the following day, and recoiled at my retelling. My inner goddess drew on these past experiences. While aroused, she remained watchful in the background of my mind, bearing rejection and alert to changes in this new woman's aura. Like a frozen lake, my inner goddess stepped forward cautiously, daring to hear the ice crack beneath our tentative steps. I lay with her on the bed, our fingers exploring each other's bodies. I devoured the warmth and closeness of her naked body. I felt shy and uncertain how to proceed, but tried not to let it show. Instead, I placed my hands on either side of her head, thirsty for the sugar of her lips. He was perfect the whole evening, a quiet sentinel as we explored each other. He was present, without being overbearing and respectful, a delighted spectator worshipping the intimacy in front of him. My lips were on hers, my finger tilting her chin up for my kiss when he went down on her, parting her legs as I knelt before her. There is something majestic about holding a woman in your arms as she gives herself over to her orgasm. I watched in admiration as the man she adores buried his head between her goddess, devouring until he brought her ultimate pleasure. His lips never left her as his fingers found my pearl, causing me to moan against her neck. Our helpless bodies pressed together as we lost ourselves in ecstatic bliss. I rolled onto my back gasping, taking in the moment and the whole experience. First, he rose above her and powerfully kissed her on the lips, her hands wrapping around his head. Their love was striking to behold. Then he turned, and when he kissed me, I could taste her divine orgasm on his wet lips. I grinned, my inner naughty, feeling naughty at the taste of her sweetness. Can you taste her? He growled. I bit my lip. I can, and she's delicious. Her turn to blush furiously and chuckle. She is utterly adorable. I relaxed, closing my eyes to breathe at the moment. I heard a cap snap open, but gave little heed as she played with my hair. I lay resting on the softness of the pillows. He gently spread my legs, his fingers returning to my pearl. At first I was shocked by the startling coldness, but soon relieved when the chill quickly transitioned to a growing warmth. I bit my lip. This was no simple lubricant. This had an enhancer to it. The heat promptly rose, encasing my clitoris and spreading to the folds of my goddess as his fingers moved. My eyes clenched and my toes curled as my clitoris soon burned with need and desire. I moaned aloud. Is it too much? she queried, concern lacing her voice. No, it surprised me. It feels so good. I writhed against the heat. Before I could say another word, he placed the petals of a rosebud vibrator on my pearl. Oh! Oh! Oh! was all I could voice before the orgasm ravaged my body, taking me to another place, and my body arched in ecstasy. At first I tried to lower my voice and control my orgasm. Past experience with women reminded me that my loud screaming orgasms were more of a turn-off. I tried to pull away from the intensity of the vibrator, but I only pressed it harder, ensuring my orgasm would reach its full height. She cooed in my ear, stroking my hair, her lips brushing down to my nipples. As she sucked my breast, her tongue twirled my sensitive tip. Finally I could resist them no longer and allowed myself to give in to my desire, screaming in their arms as wave after orgasmic wave took over my mind and soul. I furiously tapped the bed, gasping for breath, begging for a respite from the onslaught. My inner goddess, embarrassed that we had bowed to our need, nudged my conscience. Concern over my performance returned, and my eyes searched her gaze, but my fear was unnecessary. She chuckled, leaned close, and kissed me. No jealousy or frustration in her touch, and my inner goddess allowed our walls to fall slightly lower. I was adrift in her embrace when, with no warning, he expertly placed the vibrator on my goddess once more. I came instantly. The intoxication of multiple hands caressing my body was too much for me, and I gave myself over to their attention. I felt alive. I loved when it was her turn, the vibrator placed just as skillfully over her pearl. Gathering her up, I watched her face as pleasure rose and the soft light danced across her skin. She was Venus. Her moans filled the quiet air, and she was in my arms. I kissed her cheek, her brow, and down her neck and her collarbone, between her breasts. My hands explored, unsure what would bring her the most pleasure, and I worried my touch would be a distraction. I assured myself that she would direct me. Her body fell back into the pillows, and we chuckled in our newfound delight, relaxing into each other's arms. He gave us a moment before we turned our attention to him. He sat back on his knees, and we eagerly crawled across the great expanse of the bed toward him. He gathered us in his arms, stroking and caressing as we kissed his lips, neck, and chest. He pulled me in for a passionate kiss as she lowered herself, lay across the bed, and took his erect glory in her mouth. I heard him groan into our kiss as she wrapped her lips around him. I don't know how long the three of us stayed like this, but it was glorious. Touching her and kissing him, there was no rush, expectations, or demands. True intimacy at its most beautiful expression. Want to share?" I nodded mischievously back at her and lay beneath him. I loved hearing their kisses above me as I took his fullness and strength on my tongue. I explored and tasted, and reveled in his masculinity with my tongue. She lay back on the bed, and I was surprised and tickled when she asked if I would crawl on top of her. I gently lowered myself on her, once more reveling at the nearness of this Venus. I could have put my head on her chest and fallen into the most beautiful and peaceful sleep. Instead, I looked down at her, her caramel eyes glittering in the flickering light. Overcome, I took her face in both hands and kissed her, our tongues teasing, tasting, and exploring yet again. Venus was tender and cautious with me, but not afraid. I trusted her experience and interest. Relief swept through me, but I did not have to lead or instigate every move. I had been intimate with three women, but this goddess was unlike any woman before her. This night was not her first exploration into the female body, and I was grateful no religious upbringing was battling behind her eyes. She took her time with me, taking turns letting me instigate kisses, but her hands never left my body. Instead, I reveled in her gaze. A woman who desired me was a new sensation, and I allowed myself to enjoy the experience more and more as our time together blossomed. She placed her hands on my hips and began to move me back and forth, our skin gliding against each other. The wetness from our shared orgasms acted like a refined oil as we moved together. She gripped my hips tighter as she drove me faster and faster above her, until her breath came in gas and she used me to pleasure our bodies. At that moment, I desperately wished to please her, and I rode her for all I was worth, my inner goddess awakening to this new sensation. I reveled in Venus's desire. She wanted me, the two of us moving into a beautiful, unseen tune. We slowed to catch our breath, caress and fondle. I remember the gentle strain of her laughter. I kissed her here and there as my fingers moved over her body. Her hands fondled my breasts until, once more, they glided down to my hips. Touching them firmly, she drove me, our moans full of an unspoken desire and magnificent beauty of our union. I don't know when he lay beside us, not quite close enough to touch her into fear, but just content to let us explore. I loved peeking over to watch him stroke himself. I never felt like I was being gawked at or expected to perform for him. Rather, I felt beautiful under his gaze, but free to focus on his Venus. After a time, I felt him move behind me. I adjusted forward a bit, my breasts suspended directly in her view, but the smile on her face told me she didn't mind a bit. Then, finally, I felt him enter her as his body pressed against my back, encasing me between them. Her hands dug into the flesh of my hips as he drew her head back and gasped at his entrance. And there it was. Beauty, life and creation threaded together, and I was wrapped in their embrace, a part of their intimate and private communion. There are no words, and I even hesitate to tell of this experience because it was a moment to be cherished. Three souls introspecting in space and time, our moans and his deep groans were the only exclamations needed. I kissed her, my fingers locked in her hair as he wrote her, slowly, gradually building a tempo. I freed her from my kiss as she orgasmed. I was awed by the beauty of her face and his body's strength bearing into her. His fingers reached over my thigh and down to my pearl as he moved inside her. The teasing and fondling of his touch slowly changed as his fingers moved in tempo with the vigorous thrust of his hips. Gasping as my orgasm built, I clutched the pillow on either side of her head. My heavy breath swayed as he brought me to orgasm above her. I roared as my inner goddess finally released all her pent-up needs, allowing us to come over and over. Venus's hands were still digging into me, causing me delicious pain and adding to my orgasm as we groaned and rode the waves of pleasure. Over and over he thrust, pleasuring her while his fingers never stopped on my pearl. It was not until the third orgasm that I carefully maneuvered off her glowing body, tumbling into the bed's embrace. I lay on my back, my knees weak and quivering, my body electrified from the intensity of our zeal. Then, almost in union, they collapsed on either side of me. My eyes were closed when she pulled me close for yet another of her luscious kisses. I sighed in contentment, and we lay there for a time, spent but happy. Our bodies cooled in the stillness, and we sought refuge under the downy covers. Serenity filled me as I cuddled between their bodies. I marveled at this couple, who were so in union and harmony with each other. He was always eager for her embrace and worshipped her with his eyes. Even as I lay between them, their fingers reached for each other, petting and stroking one another over me. There was no jealousy, no awkwardness, and I felt no burning heartburn bubbling inside me for the first time in months. Instead, peace descended as our souls rested in the purity of the moment.