This is my first attempt at writing, so I hope you’ll bear with my inexperience. This is a story about my boyfriend, my ex-husband and me. How I finally crossed the line sexually. I’m wondering why I waited so long. First, let me describe myself. I’m 5′ 5″ tall, 112 lbs, blonde and 36D-24-34. In my 28 years, I have slept with around 14 different men. Most of the sex has been fairly conventional, although I have let three men fuck me in my ass. I’m very good at oral sex. I love the feeling of a man’s cock in my mouth and I like for him to fuck my mouth with it. I guess that’s why I like foreplay to be a little rough. I like a man to lick and suck my pussy and I especially like it when he sucks and tongues my asshole. It took me a long time to realize how sensual that could be. With men, I like a flat belly, tight balls and a hard cock. I don’t worry too much about the size of a man’s cock as long as it is hard. Don’t misunderstand; I like a big cock as a rule.
My ex-husbands was 7″ long and fairly thick, plus he had a large ring pierced through the head. It’s called a Prince Albert piercing. More about that later. With the exception of my ex, most of my sexual experiences have been with average sized cocks. This brings me to my current boyfriend, Tommy. He is as well endowed as my ex. In fact, I would say their cocks are just about the same, except Tommy’s has a pronounced and delicious curve to it that hits a special spot deep inside me. I understand that I have sexual feeling towards other women, but I have never acted on them. My ex-husband would encourage me to try it. He wasn’t threatened by girl-girl sex. At first, I thought, he’s trying to do this for his own fantasy. I later found that he wanted a threesome all right, but with another guy. I wondered if he was gay, but I should have known better. He is the most liberated man I have ever known.
