Everyone loved my story with Abigail, the gorgeous Christian camp counselor who I met at my Pilates studio. We left off after our first night together – a sexy, beautiful threesome with her and my ex boyfriend, Ben. Our night together was her first experience sleeping with a woman. Beforehand, she was nervous about how much she’d like the FF aspect, or if she’d be more interested each of us doing more with Ben and less with each other. I have a bit of a voyeur kink, and loved watching my boyfriend with other women, so I told her this was totally fine.

However, it quickly became clear that she had no problem at all pleasuring and being pleasured by another woman. Check out the first story if you want the rest of the details, but I think that should be enough background to get you caught up.

This story is more about the evolution and dynamic of our relationship, more than one sexy experience. But don’t worry, I’ve made sure to include some of that as well.

Abigail ended up being the only girl my ex and I ended seeing regularly, and become friends with. Sort of bordering on a cute little throuple, but with her always free to explore with others on her own of course. 

That first night, she slept over. The three of us were naked and tangled together. Ben says he woke up to her flipping over so that he was spooning her, and grinding her hips against his crotch. I woke up to her caressing my body all over. My ex had slid into her from behind with her lying on her side, slowing sliding himself in and out of her, with soft moans escaping her lips.

Me and her start to makeout as he’s gently fucking her from behind. A hot start to the morning, indeed. This morning we switched around, trying a few different positions, and ending with my boyfriend fucking me and filling me up with cum as I went down on Abigail for the second time. After he came in my, I kept eating her out until she came. Then she got dressed and left.

After, my boyfriend and I couldn’t stop talking about how hot that night was, and the insane sexual chemistry between the three of us. Of course, sometimes these conversations happened while we were fucking. I loved asking my boyfriend how much he liked fucking her while he fucked me. Sometimes, veering into some light degradation when I begged him to tell me her pussy was better then mine or that she was better at sucking his cock then I am… but more on my degradation kink in some future story. Right now, we’re focusing on Abigail.

The next 2-3 months of getting to know her would bring many steamy threesomes, and exploring her kinks. Helping her explore her own sexuality and become more comfortable with expressing her needs and desires. At risk of gloating, we played a pretty key role in her blossoming sexuality.

We might have been helping Abigail explore but she was helping us explore too. The boundaries of our relationship, our communication skills. We had only had one-off experiences with women so far, seeing one regularly opened up a new, exciting, challenging aspect in our relationship. Did we want a girlfriend? (Maybe.) Were we okay with either of us sleeping with Abigail separately without the other? (No.) Was Ben okay with Abigail and I still hanging out just the two of us as friends (Yes!) Were we poly? (probably not?) When we thought about Abigail going on dates with other guys or girls neither of us felt jealous. When we thought about the fact that she could also be out there hanging out with another couple we both felt a pang of jealousy (we did not express that to her, leaving her full agency about what she wanted to do!). It was all cute and new. I loved it.

Abigail was not the type of girl you booty call. We might have been getting down and dirty in the bedroom, but outside of the bedroom she was still her flawless, bubbly, sort of innocent self who absolutely deserved to be taken out on dates. One night the three of us went to see a local band. Once we had a picnic. Once we went to a wine bar and had charcuterie. Our dates felt like three close friends hanging out with a touch of flirtatiousness and a touch of sexiness.

Every time she saw me she lit up. She’d always compliment what ever outfit I chose for the date. During one of our dates, she said, “I think I’m straight and just into Sophie.” The dynamic we developed was definitely one of flirty best friends. In bed, me and her had a closer sexual bond, with my ex there to help sort of “direct” – always suggesting different positions, provide a cock, keep it spicy… He did not mind that dynamic at all.

One time we hooked up it was around the holidays. She told she had a ‘gift’ for us. I was super curious. After our date we get back, and she asks if we could open the gift. She grabs something from her purse, cutely and messily wrapped in paper. It was nipple clamps and a long piece of satin fabric meant for typing someone up. Ok. Yum.

“Who gets tied up first? I ask.”

“Me!” Abigail retorts quickly.

She basically runs over to the bed, undressing herself as she goes. Somehow still seeming innocent even as she’s running off excited to get tied up. We all strip down. My boyfriend takes Abigail’s hands and ties them up over her head. While he’s doing this, I’m putting nipple clamps on her. Gingerly and gently to make sure they don’t hurt too much. She was squirming underneath us both. Once the nipple clamps were on, I start planning kisses all over her body.

My boyfriend starts fucking her in missionary. I go to the bedside table and grab my little bullet vibrator. I start using it on Abigail while my boyfriend used her pussy for his pleasure. Massaging her clit, whose exact coordinates I am very familiar with by now. She squirmed. She came quickly. I started using the vibe on myself after. Watched her get fucked while tied up with nipple clamps on was just too hot.

At this point we aren’t using a condoms because we’ve all been tested and are hooking up regularly. My boyfriend cums inside of her. It was quick but we all knew this was only the first round. 

I do something I had never done before. While she’s all tied up still, I get in between her legs and start to lick up his cum from her pussy. Licking up everything dripping out, and then pushing my tongue inside of her to get the rest. I didn’t stop once she was all cleaned up, I kept going. Her clit was still sensitive from me using my vibe on her, and soon I had her cumming for the second time with my tongue.

We spent the rest of the night tying each other up and cumming. Quite blissful.

Abigail was a hobbyist photographer. Another night we spent the night doing a boudoir photography shoot. (Don’t think for a second you can ask for the pics, lol.)

Outside of our hookups, Abigail started hooking up with more women one on one. She also started going to kink parties and queer play parties. She came to identify as queer. There was a brief period we stopped hooking up because her and a girl she was seeing decided to be monogamous. But that fizzled after a couple of months and we hooked up again.

In the end, my boyfriend ended up cheating on me. The two of us broke up and I moved cities, sort of in a rush. I never got the chance to see Abigail again in person on my own. We still text sometimes and still consider each other friends. She’s really blossomed and found herself a social circle that’s continued to allow her to grow.

Like me, she’s figuring out what type of relationship she wants in the future. Whether that’s monogamy, polyamory, dating a woman, dating a man, all of it.  I’ll go visit that city again at some point, hopefully when I do I can write a part three for all of you.

Maybe this story wasn’t as sexy as the first. But I hope you still enjoyed.