The First Time I Had a Threesome

It's confession time! Popcorn.dating's new erotic series about first-time experiences starts with reliving a steamy first time in a threesome. 

As a big advocate of communication, I like talking things through. Sharing what you want or don’t want, making expectations clear, and discussing every detail of what I think about a sexual experience before I have it. So imagine my surprise when I found myself naked with my (male) partner and a mutual friend. More shocking was that I begged them to kiss each other in front of me while I fondled and stroked them both.

The first time I had a threesome, it wasn’t planned at all. At least, not consciously or responsibly. We didn’t talk about limits, rules, or expectations. I think we all knew it was a possibility, and my partner told me later, he half-expected my friend and me to have an intimate moment without him.

While I still advocate for as much communication beforehand as possible, I can admit that it was a sexy, thrilling moment. Whether it will be repeated - with my friend or someone else - is yet to be determined. At that moment, the future didn’t matter. Pleasure did.

It began innocently enough. We all spent the day together, talking and laughing, drinking copious amounts of coffee, watching movies, and hanging out. That night, so late it was almost the next day, we realised we had to sleep eventually. Taking our friend home wasn’t practical. Asking her to sleep on the couch bothered me but what else could we do?

Oh, we could do that.

It started with a hug before heading to bed. A hug that neither of us ended, into which we pulled my partner. As I melted into the warmth and contact between everyone, she kissed my neck. On the top five list of my sweet spots, my neck falls only behind my clit. She had me at that moment.

From there it was lip-to-lip, hands exploring, bodies pressed together. My partner pulled back, left us to it, watching in his voyeuristic way. Every second of it was erotic.

I still can’t remember how we ended up in the bedroom. My friend and my partner both undressed me, caressing every inch of skin as it was bared. One hand stayed connected to my partner while the other tentatively explored this new person, a woman with a body not that much different than my own. I was fascinated and turned on.

I did to her the things I always enjoyed, with an eye out for her reaction. She gasped and whimpered as I pinched her nipples. Her breath hitched when I ran my fingers down her stomach. We kissed and touched. I was hesitant. She wasn’t. I gratefully allowed her to take the lead.




At the same time, my partner was behind me, pressing his cock against my ass. His hands moved with hers. She stroked my face. He stroked my bottom. She took my nipple in her mouth. He circled, stroked, and flicked my clitoris. Through some unspoken agreement, they saw to my pleasure.
 

In return, I tried to give even some part of what I was receiving.
 

Kisses, licks, and fingerings later, she and I had been brought to multiple sweaty orgasms. My partner stroked his cock, waiting his turn. He fucked me while she kissed him. Later, we cleaned his cock and balls together, nearly bringing him to a second orgasm shortly after the first. We were greedy women, slavering over his body, loving every cry we wrung from him.

For the duration of that experience, which lasted well into the night, every second was about pleasure - giving it, receiving it, witnessing it. Later, when I thought about what we’d done, I felt hedonistic. What I’d thought to be true about myself didn’t seem accurate. It was a lovely surprise to discover.


 It's time to spill the beans! Share one of your best 'firsts', when you tried something unexpected and ended up liking it.

Kayla Lords is a freelance writer, sex blogger, and a masochistic babygirl living the 24/7 D/s life. Follow her on her website or Twitter @Kaylalords.