SannaBlonde
Virgin
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- May 27, 2025
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Joe and I met when we were 16. Sweethearts. We were each others first and only. We always had a lot in common - grade a students, well behaved and yeah maybe a little nerdy and a little boring! We were at the same university now, ten years later. We shared a small apartment and were very happy. Six months ago we’d even gotten engaged.
I was what they might call a voluptuous blonde. Curvy but in shape, with a nice big ass, double DD tits and big blue eyes. I had always drawn attention from boys and men of all ages and types but it had never phased me. I wasn’t the kind of girl who flaunted it, but I could on occasion and despite being an academic I knew that my body and looks drew attention and it gave me.. confidence I guess.
Joe had always felt slightly intimidated by this, but we could laugh about it too.
Sexually, Joe was my only experience and me his. It was good, we had found our own way and it worked. Or maybe I should say - had worked. Right up until a year ago. I’m not sure what happened to me, call it curiosity. A deep... need, maybe. Joe understood. He wasn’t exactly feeling the same way but he was sympathetic. Like always.
I’m not sure how we got to talking about it - something about sharing fantasies.. ideas.. breaking out a bit. Not being our old boring selves. But it ended with me suggesting a threesome. Hooking up with another man. It wasn’t something I had fantasised about a whole lot but when I said it, it felt right somehow. And Joe was surprised but.. again. Sympathetic. Let’s try it, he said.
So how? We didn’t know. We were probably lucky, because searching online we pretty soon found a guy. And he seemed nice. Experienced. Older.
Two months after talking about it, we found ourselves in our hallway - waiting for him. The idea: A drink. A conversation. Feel things out.
I was what they might call a voluptuous blonde. Curvy but in shape, with a nice big ass, double DD tits and big blue eyes. I had always drawn attention from boys and men of all ages and types but it had never phased me. I wasn’t the kind of girl who flaunted it, but I could on occasion and despite being an academic I knew that my body and looks drew attention and it gave me.. confidence I guess.
Joe had always felt slightly intimidated by this, but we could laugh about it too.
Sexually, Joe was my only experience and me his. It was good, we had found our own way and it worked. Or maybe I should say - had worked. Right up until a year ago. I’m not sure what happened to me, call it curiosity. A deep... need, maybe. Joe understood. He wasn’t exactly feeling the same way but he was sympathetic. Like always.
I’m not sure how we got to talking about it - something about sharing fantasies.. ideas.. breaking out a bit. Not being our old boring selves. But it ended with me suggesting a threesome. Hooking up with another man. It wasn’t something I had fantasised about a whole lot but when I said it, it felt right somehow. And Joe was surprised but.. again. Sympathetic. Let’s try it, he said.
So how? We didn’t know. We were probably lucky, because searching online we pretty soon found a guy. And he seemed nice. Experienced. Older.
Two months after talking about it, we found ourselves in our hallway - waiting for him. The idea: A drink. A conversation. Feel things out.