My bags were packed and waiting by the front door of my former McMansion.  I was more than ready to go.

Thinking back over these past ten years, I concluded that I should never have married in the first place.  However, my conservative religious culture of origin, a shitload of societally coercive brainwashing, and a fair amount of young adult lust pushed me straight into Sipir's arms.

Now his conventionally attractive visage scowled at me.  Sipir desperately tried to hide his contempt.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Hamiday?" he halfway begged.

“I don't want to rehash this again,” I stated firmly.  “Look, the divorce is final and we've said our goodbyes.  Let's not make this more difficult than it has to be."

He asked, almost crying, "Did you ever want to be my wife?"

"I honestly did at first," I frankly replied.  "I just realized that you deserved to be with someone who could fully love you the way you want to be loved."

Sipir's face flooded with scorn.  "Can't you just give me a straight answer?" he retorted.  "The 'It's not you, it's me' routine isn't gonna cut it."

He had a point.  I had been hiding who I really was behind married respectability.  By the time I hit adolescence, I was a firecracker waiting to explode.  But my parents and culture worked tirelessly to keep my fuse unlit.  I was made to fear my wild and thrilling girlhood.  They thought Sipir would stamp out my fire.  When I finally married him, I half wanted him to.  I feared what I was capable of, and he was the warm, enveloping security blanket that smothered all those impatient longings I didn't yet have the words or the courage to articulate.

Mind you, being married to Sipir wasn't horrible.  If he was an outright bastard, I would have had a clear, no-fault reason for leaving him, even in my straitlaced world.  He did what he thought he should to make me happy and I never challenged him on it.  Vacations, gifts, his upper middle-class career and tender (yet slightly routine) lovemaking should have kept me sated.  This would have more than satisfied the numerous young women that vied for his affections.  But he chose me instead and I relented.  I was tired of fighting everyone and everything.  They agreed I should be broken in and I naively handed Sipir the bridle.

I know he'd never admit it, but I'm pretty sure he chose me for my simmering dissatisfaction.  He occasionally tried to harness it, proud to have a rambunctious filly in his stable rather than fully loving me.  And because I didn't fully love myself at the time, he had no way of knowing he was slowly squeezing me to death.

The unspoken truth was that Sipir bored me.  I was never going to tell him that, however.  Just like I never told him about getting my birth control implant when he was trying for children.  Yeah, I was just about the worst wife Sipir could ever have chosen.

"I don't know what you want me to say," I said.  "I was a lousy wife for you.  You should be glad to be rid of me."

"Was it him?" he challenged.  "Is he the reason you're leaving me?"

"He" was Penha, the man I met accidentally only after my divorce was final.  I wasn't keeping him in the wings and then pouncing on him once I was free and clear.  He was just the sexy surprise life threw my way when I was least expecting it.

My patience was at an end and I retorted, "You have a bigger dick.  Hell, you're even prettier than he is.  You win.  Are you goddamn happy now?"

That certainly threw him for a loop.  All of the things he considered advantages were poison to me and this admission left him flabbergasted and speechless.

"Do you want a goodbye fuck, Sipir?" I taunted mercilessly.  "Will conquering the irredeemable harlot you think I am make you feel more like a man?"

I even started to undress before he whimpered out a defeated "Stop."  Even though we were no longer a couple, I had just done the two most unforgiveable things a partner of his could do: be unrepentantly sexual and proudly profane.  I was secretly satisfied with my boldness yet aware I had crossed a line.

"Look," I apologized.  "I know you won't believe this but I never meant to hurt you.  Sometimes things happen in life you just can't plan for."

Sipir looked away as Penha's Type 1 VW Beetle sputtered into the driveway.  I went to the door, took off my ring, and placed it on the windowsill.  I opened the door, picked up the few belongings I wanted to take with me, and turned to face him.

Sipir still looked away, tears now streaking his handsome face.

Crying myself, I managed to whisper, "I'm sorry."

I slowly walked out of my affluent wedlock into my untethered and intoxicating singlehood.

**********
We rode in silence as Penha smoothly navigated the Beetle out of town and onto the main highway.  We put mile after mile behind us.  I was lost in my thoughts and neither of us felt the need to say anything.  I didn't want to say anything.  It just felt good to be next to this man, traveling who knows where in uncomplicated and quiet bliss.

As if reading my mind, he said, "Come here, Hamiday."  Keeping his left hand on the wheel, he raised his right arm up for a side hug.  I easily nuzzled up against his neck as he gently pulled me to him by the waist.  Damn, he smelled good.  I didn't detect any aftershave or body spray.  It was just the scent of a man I hungrily craved.

"Mmm," I purred.  Penha smiled and slightly sped up.  His warm, animal scent reminded me of the first time I had seen him in town.  I was donating some used clothes at the local thrift shop when I saw him across the street next to his Beetle at the hardware store.  He definitely wasn't a local: he wore his jeans and T-shirt in a way that absolutely complimented his body, not like the shapeless polos and khakis the majority of men wore in our preppy little enclave.  I was absolutely punched in the stomach by lust when I saw him.  And it wasn't anything obvious.  He just had a happy satisfaction that declared he knew what he was about and liked himself.  I was so dissatisfied that I knew I had to get a taste of that confidence.

I somehow floated across the street over to him, my feet seemingly never touching the ground.

I went straight up to him and said, "I don't normally do this, but I would really like to get to know you better."  I took a pen and a pad of paper from my purse and wrote my digits on it.

"If you’re interested, give me a call," I challenged.  I ripped the paper from the pad, place it in his hand, quickly inhaled his yummy aroma, turned on my heel, and crossed the street back to Sipir's Volvo.  I slightly exaggerated my walk, hoping he'd notice how my ass swayed beneath the fabric of my sundress.

After reaching the Volvo, I turned to look back at his slightly befuddled expression and grinning face.

Driving home, I couldn't believe what I had just done.  I hope he didn't think I was some creepy stalker.  Sipir and I stayed on opposite sides of the house after the divorce, so there was no chance of disturbing him or being disturbed by him.  It was as much privacy as we could maintain until I moved out for good.  I pulled up the driveway and headed inside to my room.  Not more than thirty minutes later, I got the call.

"Who are you?" Penha's honey voice floated over the phone.  He sounded even better than I thought he would.

"Just an interested woman," I shyly replied.  "I'm sorry, I never told you my name.  It's Hamiday."

I waited for what seemed like a full minute before I heard him answer, "Well, Hamiday, my name's Penha and I would definitely like to get to know you better."

"That's fine," I said as calmly as I could manage.  Inside I was doing cartwheels.

He gave me his number.  We dated, trying to be as formal as I thought I should be.  I found out that he was a single building contractor whose business took him all over the country.  I let him know I was a website developer who could work from anywhere but didn't when I was married.

I already knew deep inside that I wanted to get physical with him as soon as possible.  We eventually, if awkwardly, got around to the topic of mutual STI testing and birth control.  I informed Penha I already had long-term contraception implanted.  We both went to an out-of-the-way clinic and shared our negative results with each other a month later.

And when we finally did fuck in his motel room …

Snapped back into the present, I breathed into Penha's ear.  "Next off-ramp, baby," I cooed.

"You sure?" he queried.

"Positive," I replied, squeezing his hand.

**********

We made out in the parking lot of the closest motel.  Penha's hands roamed inquisitively and eagerly over my body.  He cupped my face then kissed, bit, and licked my lips.  I moaned and grabbed his cute little ass, squeezing and pinching his jean-clad butt cheeks.  None of this felt rude or wrong.  He wasn't doing anything I didn't want him to do.  His forward and unequivocal desire brought the same out in me.  He reached inside my dress and fondled my titties, rubbing and squeezing my breasts, then tickling my nipples to attention.  I bit my lip to stifle a scream.  I rubbed a palm over his crotch, feeling him get halfway hard.

We quickly pulled ourselves together, grabbed our bags, and strode speedily into the lobby.  We tried to tamp down our simmering lust so as not to embarrass the front desk clerk.  As soon as we reached our room, we dumped our bags by the front door and rushed to the bedroom.

I pushed Penha onto his back on the bed, hurriedly slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them, jumped on top of him, hiked up my dress, and kneeled above his head.  His hands roamed up my thighs and grabbed my hips, pulling me down to his face so he could taste my pussy.

I rolled and swiveled my hips and dragged my cunt over his mouth and chin.  I drank in the pleasure of his slick tongue gliding over my clit and opening my damp vulva with electric flicks and kisses.  I pushed into those pussy kisses, bucking and bouncing myself up and down, back and forth.  Penha spanked my ass hard and repeatedly.  I had to grab onto the headboard so I wouldn't topple over.  He alternated his slaps with squeezes and impetuous tickles.  My lower body shook and jiggled with increasing delight and speed.

"I'm gonna fucking squirt all over you," I gasped.

"Hold on a second," he said and pushed me off of him.  He dashed to the bathroom and retrieved a large towel.  I rubbed my aroused clit as he flew back to the bed, spread the towel over the pillows, then flipped back into position.  I jumped right on top of him again and he continued licking me into a frenzy.

"Here it comes," I warned.  He licked and fingered me faster and faster as I pushed down.  As I moaned and quivered, my squirt shot out and splashed all over his enraptured face, wetting his hair, dribbling down his cheeks, and flooding his mouth.  He coughed and choked a little and I agonized for a second that I waterboarded him with my dewy womanhood.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I'm good," he said.  As if to reassure me, he eagerly resumed lapping my slit.

"Yum, yum, yum," he moaned.  "You taste good."

I threw my head back, laughing deeply and reveling in his erotic praise.  We stopped what we were doing so we could fully undress.  I pulled my dress off and tossed it aside, then I kicked my shoes off into the corner.  Penha untied his shoes and tossed them, closely followed by his socks, underwear, and shirt.

Both fully naked to each other, we picked up our desire where we left it.  He laid on his back as before and I straddled his face again.  His sweet, wet tongue rediscovered my clit, lapping, kissing, and teasing it to attention.  I leaned back slightly, balancing myself with one hand against his thigh.  With my other, I reached between his legs to stroke his cock, feeling its warm, velvety hardness full and erect against my palm.  I stroked him slow then fast, hard then soft.  In response, he licked my cunt in the same fashion.  Our desire was bouncing off each other and blending into each other.

I came hard and fast.  My orgasms spread all over my body.  I trembled and groaned.  I embraced the pleasure, feeling its tingling excitement push through me.  I never felt so satisfied and complete in my life, wondering why I had ever let anyone make me think this was wrong.

Penha knew he was getting to me and increased his pace and intensity.  His tongue drew wave after wave of ecstasy out of me, turning me into a half-snarling, sex-hungry animal.  I pushed and pressed my pussy all over his face, grinding and shaking myself, wringing every bit of satisfaction I could out of his mouth.

Penha couldn't take it anymore.  He pushed me off, stood up, pulled me by my legs onto my back at the edge of the bed, and spread me open.

"Fuck me, baby," I commanded him.

He slapped his cock on my cunt repeatedly then pushed slightly past the folds of my vulva.  He waited, let my tightness subside enough for him to go further, and then sank inside of me.  If I wasn't already on my back, I would've fainted.

He slapped and pushed himself inside of me.  It was pure animal lust and I loved every bit of it.  My wet pussy sang her joy with sloshy abandon.  I started to giggle uncontrollably.  Some men, like my ex, take the sexual laughter of a woman as an insult, as if our happiness is some sort of critique of their masculinity.  Penha knew better.  He started to giggle right along with me, knowing we were drawing out each other's sexual best.

Penha grabbed and groped my titties, slightly pinching my nipples.  I reached a hand up to play with one of his nipples in response, then ran my hand over his chest and shoulders.

"You feel so fucking good, Hamiday," he groaned.

I pulled him down to me so we could kiss.  I love blending the raunchy and the romantic.  That's the erotic apex for me.  While we cupped and gently kissed each other's faces, his cock pounded me unrelentingly and my pussy enveloped and squeezed him without hesitation.  I lost count of how many times I came and didn't care to keep score.

I pushed him off me without warning.  I flipped over so I was on my hands and knees, scooted towards the edge of the bed again, and pressed my torso down, flattening my breasts against the mattress.  The friction of the sheets against my nipples shot off delicious little sparks of lust inside of me.  I pushed my ass up as high as I could and gave my ass a couple of smacks.  I encouraged Penha to give me exactly what I wanted.

He did.  He smacked my ass in response and the slight bit of pain melted into a wave of pleasure.  Then he was inside me, fucking my pussy doggie style.  His balls smacked my clit repeatedly.  His cock hit exactly the spots inside of me that needed hitting.  I grabbed and tore at the sheets, twisting the fabric between my fingers.  I felt Penha's sweat drip over my ass and back.

"I love fucking you so much," Penha admitted.  He resumed spanking and slapping my ass in between his vigorous thrusts.  Then he grabbed my ass with both hands.  He pumped me faster and faster.

"Please come on me," I begged.  "Come all over me, baby."

"I'm close," he wailed.  "I'm so fucking close."

I pushed away from him then flipped over on my back so I could see it.  He stroked himself hard and fast and I waited expectantly.

His come splashed onto my stomach and tits in ropey bursts.  I rubbed it over my skin, reveling in the warm and sticky feeling.

I flipped over on my stomach, stretching my legs out behind me.  I pulled Penha's hips to my face so I could suck his still hard and salty cock.

"Mmm," I moaned, over and over again, kissing and sucking his dick in an erotic haze.  He trembled as his hand reached between my legs to lightly finger me to a small yet satisfying climax.

Wordlessly, breathlessly, panting and spent, we looked into each other's eyes, got up and went to the bathroom to shower together.

**********

We drove to Penha's next building assignment.  We both decided together that I needed my own car so that I wouldn't be completely dependent on him for transportation.  He dropped me off at a car dealership while he went to work.  I found a sporty Mustang I liked and paid for it out of my savings.  I drove it off the lot and had it checked out by a local mechanic.  She said it was in good condition, considering its age and wear, and that I should have it serviced biannually.  I thanked and paid her then drove to find a place for monthly rent without a long-term lease.

All of this felt new and exciting, like I was fully adult for the first time in my life.  I didn't have a plan and I didn't feel like I needed one.  Making unpremeditated decisions was enough.

I located a furnished ranch-style house that fit our combined finances.  I paid the security deposit then drove to a grocery store.  I bought what I guessed would be enough food for a week.  I drove back and filled the refrigerator, pantry, and shelves.  I spent the rest of the afternoon finalizing work on my clients' websites and soliciting new business.

I drove to Penha's building site around late afternoon.  He smiled when he saw me drive up in my new old sports car.  I honked and got out.  He approached and I gave him a warm hug and deep kiss.

"Follow me and stay on my tail," I teased.

"Yes ma'am!" he readily agreed.

We drove to our new temporary residence and parked in our driveway.  When he got out, his smile seemed even bigger and warmer.  He was liking every choice I made and I was liking him more and more for liking them.

We both made a light and tasty dinner from the groceries I bought earlier.  We spent a little bit of time watching some inconsequential television program.  The majority of our evening was spent fucking in our new kitchen and living room.

**********

We set up in a new town when Penha's building assignment was finished.  He was renovating a high school and municipal buildings and the work would take about three months.  My website work was taking up a decent amount of time, but I refused to allow it to exhaust me.  We agreed that we would absolutely not succumb to workaholism and let each other know when the other seemed to be overdoing it.

One night we went to a local restaurant to sample the regional cuisine.  It was good but not great.

I asked our server, "What do you suggest in the way of dessert?"

He replied, "Well, one of our chefs prepares something our diners absolutely rave about.  Do you want to take a chance?"

"That sounds intriguing," Penha replied.

"I agree," I said.  "We would like two of your chef's specialty."

When it finally arrived, it looked like two ordinary bowls of vanilla ice cream sprinkled with some unrecognizable spices.

Penha and I both looked at each other, thinking the restaurant was trying to pull a fast one on us.  We both took hesitant spoonfuls expecting to be seriously unimpressed.

We couldn't have been more wrong.

It was, without a doubt, the best ice cream I had ever tasted.  Goofy, childlike smiles appeared on our faces.  We had just discovered something rare and wonderful.

"If I took drugs," Penha whispered, "I imagine this is what they would taste like in sugar form."

All I could manage to say was, "This is seriously fucking amazing."

Before we paid for our meal, I asked our server if we could personally thank the chef for that incredible confection.

He left and we paid up, leaving a generous tip with our bill.  He returned with a woman dressed in casual attire.  She was not at all what I was expecting.  She had the dearest crinkles at the corners of her playful, shining eyes.  Emblazoned across the front of her turquoise T-shirt were the words "UNQUESTIONABLY DELICIOUS" spelled out in large black capital letters.

Penha said unreservedly, "I just want to tell you, without a doubt, that is the best dessert I have ever tasted.  You are truly talented."

"Aw, shucks, mister," she replied teasingly.  "You know just what to say."

"I'm speechless," I blathered.  "I don't even know how to thank you.  That was unreal."

"Oh, stop, you sweet talkers!" she gushed.  "You're gonna give me a bigger head than I can manage."

There was a slight and uncomfortable silence between all three of us before I broke the tension.

"By the way, I love your shirt," I said.

"You better!" she retorted and we all started cackling uncontrollably.

"Can I get your phone number?" I asked her.  "I want to be able to recommend you to anyone looking for outstanding desserts."

"Sure!" she replied eagerly.  She wrote it down on the restaurant's stationery and handed it to me.  She gave my shoulder a playful squeeze and said, "My name's Jala, what's yours?"

"It's Hamiday," I gushed, slightly but pleasantly embarrassed.

"Nice to meet you, Hamiday," she said, eyes twinkling.

"My name's Penha," my boyfriend volunteered.

"Nice to meet you, too, Penha," Jala said, squeezing his shoulder playfully as well.  "I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves.  Come back and see us if you can."

We left, high on good feelings and sugary delight.

That night, I dreamed of what else was unquestionably delicious about Jala besides her desserts.

**********

With Penha's full acceptance and understanding, I set about meeting up with Jala during my free time.  She showed me around town, helping me discover different places to eat and explore.  I always discovered something delightfully odd and gloriously unique, made all the more precious by seeing it for the first time through her experienced eyes.

One day, we were sitting side by side on a bench in a remote park.  I closed my eyes and breathed in the good, crisp autumn smell of grass and trees.  When I opened my eyes, I saw that Jala was doing the same.  When she opened her eyes, she looked over at me and smiled that dear and crinkly-eyed smile of hers.

Only half aware of what I was saying, I whispered, "I like you."

"I like you, too, Hami," she replied, smiling even more obviously than before.  "Hami" was her nickname for me.  Penha always called me Hamiday.  I looked down and saw that her palm was facing up, stretched out in my direction.  I hesitantly placed my palm in hers.  We interlocked fingers.

There we sat, her warm hand in mine, enjoying the fall afternoon yet not fully admitting what else we were enjoying.

I waited.  She waited.  I waited some more.

Finally, unbelievably, she said what I didn't have the courage to say.

"If you want to get to know me better, I wouldn't say no," she confessed.  "If you and Penha both want to get to know me better, I would definitely not say no.  I know you both don't want kids and I've never wanted kids myself, so there are no worries on that front.  I can prove my negative status if you need that information as well.  So, if you want to take this to the level I'm guessing you both do, just give me a sign."

She said this all in a quivering monotone, half gasping it out as if with vanishing breath.  She looked straight ahead, mouth slightly agape, as if peering into the future.  All I could think about was pressing my mouth against hers.

All I actually did was squeeze her hand slightly harder, hoping that would tell her how I much I really wanted her.

She closed her eyes and mouth, inhaled deeply through her nose, and let her breath out in a long, audible exhale.

**********

"I've never done this before," I said, shaking slightly.

"What, make love?" Jala said, slightly provocatively.

We were at her place: a tastefully furnished and small apartment in the downtown area.  I had already called Penha to let him know where I was.

I know there are boyfriends that would break up with their girlfriends if those girlfriends admitted to wanting to see other women.  I know there are pushy and rude boyfriends that would insist on watching if that was the case.  Penha did none of those things.  He knew I had gotten out of an unsatisfying relationship and he didn't want to put me in the position of having to choose between exclusivity or fully exploring my desires.  He assured me he would still care about me no matter where this lead.  Regardless, I wasn't so sure myself and dreaded a horrible outcome.

"No, make love to another woman," I sobbed and started to actually cry.

"Hey, Hami, I'm sorry," she said, delicately framing my face in her hands, kissing my eyelids and licking my tears.  "No more teasing, I promise."  She kept kissing my eyelids and licking my face gently.  That calmed my fear and inflamed my desire simultaneously.

"Have you ever done this?" I asked shyly.

"What? Make love with another woman?" she queried.  I shook my head up and down.

"Yes, Hami, I've made love with other women," she admitted.  "I've made love with other men, too.  But none of that matters because I've never made love with you.  We're both virgins to this experience."

Why did she keep knowing exactly what to say?  I couldn't believe my good luck in finding such understanding partners.

She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.  She directed me to sit down on the bed next to her.

She kissed and hugged me, stroking my earlobes and kissing my neck.  Her hands roamed delicately but assuredly over my back and waist.

I involuntarily moaned as I felt her hot breath underneath my chin.

"I want to touch you.  Is that okay?" she whispered into my ear.

"Yes," I said, struggling to keep any sort of composure.

She unbuttoned my shirt slowly, kissing her way down my body where every button was opened.  She slid my shirt off of me and unhooked my bra without a hitch, tossing it aside easily.

She cupped my breasts easily and delicately, so unlike how Penha would do it.  It wasn't better or worse.  It was just different and thrilling.  I relished the difference, enjoying how my breasts filled with warmth and pleasure.

"You let me know anytime you want me to stop," Jala moaned.  I did not want her to stop.

Her fingers expertly kneaded and squeezed my breasts, her mouth alternating lovingly between one aroused nipple and then the other.  She sucked one nipple in her mouth, twirled her tongue around it, then let it out with a pop.  She did the same with the other one.

I was thoroughly enjoying this breast play and wanted it to continue, but she volunteered something else.

"I want to taste you.  Is that okay?" she begged.  Again, I wordlessly shook my head yes.

She stood me up so she could take off my skirt and shoes.  She kissed me as she unzipped my skirt and I felt cool air rush over my thighs as it dropped to my feet.  I stepped out of it.

She then bent down to take off my shoes.  I lifted one leg up so she could take it off and toss it.  I put my foot down and lifted the other leg so she could toss my other shoe as well.

Jala's eyes opened up and her smile widened.  "You have beautiful feet," she gushed.

I had never received such a compliment.  It was odd and weird to me, but also deeply satisfying and fulfilling. I giggled slightly.

Jala pushed me slowly on my back onto the bed.  She lifted my legs up and bent my knees so she could have better access to my feet.

Her mouth played with each of my toes in turn, nibbling and kissing each one.  As she did this, her fingers delicately tickled my arches and ankles.  I giggled my pleasure.  She bathed each toe with her tongue and it unexpectedly released deep pleasure in my chest and loins.  I started to flex and wiggle my toes in erotic amazement.

Jala directed me to keep my legs up and reached down to slide off my panties.  I pushed my hips off the mattress slightly so she could.  She pulled them slowly up and off my legs.  Then she kissed her way down my legs, from my feet to my calves to my knees and my thighs.

She hesitated at my pussy and made eye contact with me.  She wanted to make sure everything was alright before going further.  Again, all I could do was shake my head yes.

She wet her index and middle fingers and pressed them gently against my clit.  She slowly worked them in a circle, then split them open so my clit was between her fingers.  She did it again, working my clit in circles, the working it between her fingers and slightly squeezing.

I had never been touched like this before.  It was so unlike the way I would touch myself or Penha would touch me.  But it was specific and unusual enough to arouse and delight me in an unforeseen way.  I moaned my approval.  My hips shook with excitement and I was starting to buck and thrust.

Quickly, her mouth was on my clit and her fingers were in my pussy.  She expertly hit my G-spot while licking and teasing my clit unrelentingly.  I was quivering and shaking and lost in my desire and totally forgot to warn her about my squirting tendencies.

As I came, I unleashed girl squirt all over her lovely face and was mortified.

"I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!" I apologized, thoroughly embarrassed.

All Jala could do was laugh and laugh.  She loved what I did and let me know in no uncertain terms that she liked it.

"Never, ever apologize for that!" she said enthusiastically.  "I fucking love what you do!"  And she licked and tasted the squirt on my thighs and pussy to show me how much she actually did enjoy it.

Reassured, I settled back down and let her work on my cunt some more.  She directed me to make eye contact with her so she could monitor my reactions.  She worked my pussy so well I couldn't help coming over and over again.  Her crinkly eyes and wicked smile let me know how much she was enjoying me enjoying myself.

She stopped only briefly to step out of her own clothes, her shirt, pants and panties cast off quickly and easily.  I marveled at her body, different than mine yet the same as mine and wondered how I was going to please her.

She laid on her back by my side and hooked one leg over my own.  She reached over to finger my pussy the way she liked to touch it and directed my hand to hers.  I started to touch her the way she was touching me and she stopped me.

"No," she commanded.  "Don't touch me the way I touch you.  Touch me the way you would touch yourself."

Again, I had no clue what women like, so I did as I was told.  I started to rub her the way I do myself and had to gauge whether or not it was working by trying to read her reactions.  Her breath become shallow and hoarse and I could feel her pushing herself against my fingers, working herself into the sensation rather than me trying to emulate what she was doing to me.

I slowly began to understand, lady-loving newbie that I was, that every woman brings her unique experiences to lovemaking no matter who she makes love to.  I should have deduced that from my experiences with Sipir and Penha.  They obviously didn't like the same things, so why would I assume all women were the same?  If she wanted the familiar feeling of touching herself, she would have masturbated alone.

I slowly figured out that she wanted the novelty of being with me as much as I wanted the novelty of being with her.  She didn't want some poor imitation of herself in response.  She actually wanted me!  I was deliriously happy at that realization.

I reached over to grab one of her lovely titties and began to suck it greedily.

"Yes!" Jala moaned.  "Yeah, keep doing that, baby."  I doubled my attack on her titty, kissing and flicking her nipple with the edge of my tongue.  I kept looking at her face, hoping I was doing it right.  She seemed so lost in her pleasure that I just had to assume I was actually making her feel really good.

We touched each other's pussies, looking at each other, moaning and groaning and getting off side by side.  I kept reminding myself that she liked how I played with her breast and resumed doing that.  She seemed lost and delirious and I hoped she wasn't putting on a show for my benefit.  I definitely wasn't faking with her.

I felt her trembling and quivering tummy against my forearm as I rubbed her clit back and forth.  She was rubbing me how she would rub herself and I was coming with abandon, hard and fast and repeatedly.  I moaned and yelped and she giggled at my reaction, making me giggle with hers.

I decided to go for broke and pushed myself on top of her.

"Whoo!" Jala yelled.  "You go, girl!"

Now I was in trouble.  I had no idea what to do next, but I committed to it anyway.  I played with her breasts some more, hoping I wasn't the terrible novice I felt I was.  I leaned down and flicked her nipples with my tongue.  Jala moaned and squirmed underneath the pressure of my hands squeezing her breasts together.  I licked back and forth between her nipples and felt her warm breath in my hair and on my face.  Her hand reached up to the back of my head to direct me where I needed to go next.  

She directed my head between her breasts, so I lapped and licked between them as I squeezed them.  She pushed my head lower and I licked her ribcage and stomach, down to her darling belly button.  Jala kept sighing and moaning.  I guessed I would enjoy what I was doing to her and stopped worrying so much.

However, when I got to her pussy I was definitely worried.  I was in over my head.  More correctly, my head was over an unfamiliar vagina, so anything I thought I knew about sex was instantly thrown out the window.

I kissed delicately between her legs, licking around her pussy instead of directly engaging with it.  Her hands were definitely pushing my head in for closer contact.  I finally got the fuck over myself and pressed my mouth over her clit.  I kissed her clit as if it was a mouth, over and over again and licked occasionally between her vulva.

I tried to make eye contact, but Jala's lovely eyes were closed in rapturous ecstasy.

I thought to myself she had to be enjoying this and stopped worrying about my performance.  And that was the key.  Once I stopped worrying about whether or not I was pleasing her, I found I could actually please her and myself.

I started to enjoy the fact that she wasn't going to know what I would do next.  I licked and lapped at her vulva, delighting in her folds opening over my tongue.  I inhaled a deep and earthy smell.  I imagined I smelled that way.  It was raw, womanly, and intense.  I liked it and pressed my tongue even further.

Jala's legs and loins shook and trembled.  She moaned and wriggled toward me.  I took her hand from my head and interlaced my fingers with hers.  I kept licking and flicking her clit while my other hand reached inside of her to find her spongy spot.  Once I did find it, I pressed my fingers in and up-and-down motion, like a reverse telegraph operator.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Jala squealed and trembled.  I was smugly satisfied and happy with myself.

I wanted to try something else.  I spread Jala's legs open further.  I scooted my hips in between hers so our pussies were touching in a crossed fashion.

"Is this a thing?" I asked innocently.

"I know a better thing," she said.  "Get on top of me."

I did as I was told.  She spread her legs wide and hugged me close.  She pushed my hips down where our clits directly pressed against each other.

"Rub back and forth, baby," she cooed.

I did so and I was instantly and rapturously transported.  I unlocked from the hug so I could look down at Jala's ecstatic face.  I felt so close to this woman, tender and sweet and bad and raunchy, all at the same time.

"Spank me," I said.  "I like to be spanked."

She reached around and swatted my butt.  That made me grind into her even harder.  She did it again and again.  Our clits were sparking off of each other, tingling and orgasming over and over again.  I gasped and Jala gasped.  I moaned and she sighed.  I quivered and she shook.  She reached up to play with my dangling breasts and I cupped one of hers, rubbing her nipple to firm arousal.

Over and over we came, alternating our lustful abandon with comforting kisses and endearments.  I thought the pleasure would never end, but eventually it had to as we collapsed into an erotically spent slumber.

In Jala's warm embrace, I had the deepest, most comforting sleep I had ever known.

**********

One evening, Jala prepared dinner in our kitchen.  Penha and I told her repeatedly to stop fretting over us, but she genuinely liked to create meals and serve them along with her friendly atmosphere.

"Jala, please sit down," Penha implored.  "You're spoiling us!"

"Stop it already, Pen," Jala reassured us.  "Just enjoy the meal I'm making you and quit worrying about me."  Now Penha had a nickname.

Penha and I shared a glance, wondering silently how we had lucked into such and incredible situation.

Jala was a whirlwind of activity, bouncing from pot to pan to chopping block with the practiced skill and ease of a true gourmet.  She sang quietly to herself, dancing from one dish to another.  When she was finished, she brought me a plate, dashed back to the kitchen and brought Penha his dish, then sat down between us at the table while we sat at the ends.

She glanced at me, then at Penha, wondering why we weren't eating.

"Aren't you going to eat with us?" I asked.

"I will, eventually," she said.  "No dawdling, you two.  Dig in.  Eat!"  Her playful, crinkly eyes and warm smile reassured us.

We started to sample her meal.  Every consecutive bite was more scrumptious than the last.  Utensils clinking on plates and self-satisfied moans were the only sounds heard.

"Mmm," hummed Penha.

"Damn, girl," I admitted.

Jala got up from the table slowly, retrieved a small plate from the kitchen, returned and sat down with a self-satisfied little smile on her face.

**********

We sat on the couch watching television.  I was at one end, Penha was at the other, and Jala was nestled comfortably between us.

I reflected on the circumstances that brought us all together and couldn't quite wrap my mind around it.  Did I make this happen?  Did Penha?  Was Jala the catalyst?  Did it matter?

Jala, as if by some emotional osmosis, intuited my thoughts, slid her hand into mine and the other into Penha's.  Her warmth seemed to flow outwardly from her to us and then back to her.

"Hami," Jala volunteered.  "I want to suggest something but I'm not sure how you or Pen are going to take it.  Do you want me to continue?"

"Okay," I said timidly.

"If it's not okay, I want you to tell me, either one of you," Jala replied.

"We want you to be honest with us, Jala," Penha said.

"Thank you for being so understanding about the entire situation, Pen," Jala confessed.  "A lot of men would have put up roadblocks trying to prevent any exploration their girlfriends desire outside of a primary relationship."

I felt hot, exposed, and embarrassed yet oddly accepted at the same time.

"I don't want to make any claims on Hamiday," replied Penha assuredly.  "I'm just glad she chooses to love me."

"Thank you, Penha," I said, honestly bowled over with love for him.

"You two are amazing together," Jala replied.  She gulped and hesitated before saying, "That's why I want Pen to choose loving me as well, but only with your full acceptance, Hami."

There it was, out in the open with no place to hide.  An oppressive and heavy silence filled the room.

"I don't know how I feel about that," I said selfishly.  The troublesome truth was I had no right to tell Penha what he could or couldn't do.  I didn't want to be the kind of girlfriend who would impose restrictions on him I didn't adhere to myself.  And yet here I was, wanting Jala's love for myself yet not willing to risk losing Penha's love to a lover he encouraged me to have.  The irony was stabbing me in all of my sensitive places, making me feel like shit.

Penha started to say something but Jala interrupted.  "What if I could assure you that you have nothing to fear?" she offered.

"How can you do that?" I pouted, fearing I was at the point of losing everything.

"Do you trust me?" Jala volunteered.

I feared saying anything, so Jala repeated what she said slowly.

"Do you trust me, Hami?" she queried.

"Of course, I do!" I admitted with resignation.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would ever try to take anyone or anything good away from you?" Jala challenged yet again.

"No," was all I could say.  It was the only thing I realistically had any right to say.

"Pen," Jala said, "What do you feel about all of this?"

His brow furrowed and he thought long and hard before answering.

"I'm only okay with this if Hamiday's okay with it," he said.

It was all being left in my hands.  I didn't want the responsibility for the fallout, even though I secretly craved the experience.

As usual, Jala's courage saved the day.

"Both of you come with me," she said, getting to her feet and striding to our bedroom.  We both followed.

Jala sat at the edge of our bed, watching us enter the room.  There was no smile on her face now.  She was serious about breaking the deadlock between our desires and the inhibitions preventing their expression.

"Hami, sit in the chair in the corner," Jala directed.  "Pen, you sit next to me on the bed here."

We did as we were told and waited.

"I'm only doing this because no one else is saying what needs to be said," Jala boldly stated.  "Hami, I care for you deeply.  I want the chance to care for Pen as deeply as I care for you.  Both of you are free to stop this at any time, no questions asked."

Jala began whispering in Penha's ear, seemingly in contrast to her former boldness.  She looked at me and then at Penha, who also looked over at me and back to Jala.  She initiated shy, nibbling little kisses at the corners of Penha's mouth.  Penha tentatively returned the nibbles, searching my face for apprehension.

I was nailed to my chair with erotic confusion.  The jealous little flame of possession inside of me was being stamped out by the stronger force of sexual curiosity.

Jala seemed sweetly and genuinely submissive with Penha, in contrast to how she was with me and I was with him.  I felt a temporary surge of anger that was quickly replaced with wonder.  People can be so different depending on the situation.

Penha slowly undressed Jala, unbuttoning her shirt carefully so as not to damage it.  He took it off carefully, folded it, and placed it on the nightstand.  Jala slowly undid her bra and handed it to Penha to place there as well.  Penha took off his clothes and flung them into a corner while Jala delicately finished undressing herself.

They sat back down and kissed with slightly more intensity than before.  Jala was still sweetly gentle underneath Penha's kisses and fingers.  She gently traced her fingers over his chest and back, tipping her head back for deeper, wetter kisses.

They still managed to look over at me occasionally to see if everything was alright.  I was frozen where I sat, not fully knowing what I was feeling.

Here was the man I loved touching the woman I loved with slowly building heat and desire, checking in with me to see if everything was okay.  The swirl of feelings was disorienting and intoxicating.

Jala whispered in Penha's ear and he whispered a question in response that she nodded yes to.  She slowly got on her knees at the edge of the bed and Penha stood up as she reached out to slowly stroke his cock.

She delicately handled him, like a baby bird with a broken wing.  Penha's head tilted back as she brought her mouth to the head of his dick, slowly kissing and licking the tip.

Jala looked directly at me for a moment, her mouth opening to suck and then pursing her lips to kiss his dick.  She looked up at him, then back at me, her mouth, from balls to shaft, gently working him to full hardness.

Penha temporarily snapped out of his ecstasy to look at me at the same time Jala did.  My mouth and eyes were wide open and my breath became shallow and hot.

Penha delicately cupped Jala's face as she sucked his cock.  She looked up at him again with pure submissive ecstasy, her mouth accepting and loving his dick inside of it.

He brought her to her feet and wrapped her in a hug, squashing his dick against her stomach as he kissed her deeply.  They separated enough for her to pump his cock with her hands a little more firmly and quickly.

Penha sat down and directed Jala to sit in his lap facing him.  She climbed on slowly and directed his dick, patiently and hesitantly, inside of her pussy.  Once she was comfortable, she started to grind her pelvis in circular and back and forth motions.

Penha shot me a look.  Jala couldn't see my face as she was hugging him closely and looking over his shoulder in the other direction.  I nodded my head, ever so slightly, to let him know it was okay for him to continue.

Jala's moans deepened and rose in volume slightly.  Words weren't being spoken, but bodies were communicating everything that was necessary.  Her hips and pelvis pumped a little more energetically, yet consistently, and she eventually breathed out her satisfaction in long and drawn-out sighs.

Jala kissed Penha's neck and whispered again in his ear.  This time I heard Penha.

"Are you sure?" he asked her.

"Yes," was her breathy reply.

"Honey, could you get my purse?" Jala asked out loud.

It took me a couple of seconds to arouse from my erotic stupor.  She was asking me to retrieve it for her.  I got up unsteadily, shuffled into the living room, then brought it back to her.

"Thank you," she said after I brought it to her.  She then kissed me full on the lips.

I went slowly back to my chair, savoring a kiss that was equal parts Penha and Jala.

From my position, I saw Jala retrieve a small bottle and vibrator from her purse.  She was quietly whispering again, and Penha was nodding his head in assent.

Jala got on her knees and elbows at the edge of the bed facing me.  She turned the vibrator on a low hum.  She popped open the cap of the bottle and spread some of the liquid on her fingers.  While balancing on one elbow, she reached behind herself and rubbed the liquid in.  She brought her arm back to retrieve the bottle, then reached back to hand it to Penha so he could rub the liquid generously over his cock.  Jala balanced herself on one elbow again so she could reach between her legs with the vibrator.

I finally understood that Jala asked Penha to fuck her ass.  This should have aroused some sort of jealousy in me, but it did quite the opposite.  Their tenderness, negotiation, and consent made this possible, and I wanted them both to have a really good time.

"Be gentle with her," I said to Penha.

Jala looked me straight in the eyes and smiled.  I couldn't help but smile back.

Penha looked slightly stunned, as if he never imagined I would ask him to take the feelings of another woman he was fucking in front of me into account.  If this moment had not happened, I would never have imagined it myself, especially since I had slept with her first.

Jala placed the vibrator on her clit as Penha slowly worked himself inside her asshole.  It took a little bit of shifting and talking for everything to line up correctly.  They finally got a slow and steady rhythm going.  I finally saw the advantage of this position above any other they could have tried.  It allowed both of them to be able to fuck yet look at me at the same time.

Penha thrust firmly and patiently into her.  The slow pat of his body against her ass sent waves of pleasure out of Jala's mouth towards me.

"Unh, unh, unh," Jala moaned, delirious with pleasure.  She turned the vibrator up a speed and her legs began to wobble.

Penha grabbed her ass tightly and fucked it with increasing confidence.

Jala's round, sexy ass bounced and rippled with his thrusts.  Her moans became howls and uninhibited panting.  Penha, thoroughly engrossed in fucking Jala's beautiful booty, pumped her butt at angles to give her maximum erotic pleasure.

Jala dropped the vibrator and just focused on the feeling of her ass being pounded.  Her titties swayed along with her jiggling behind.  I saw her toes curl up with desire.

"Please fuck my ass.  Please keep fucking my ass," Jala begged.  Her eyes were closed tightly, but when Penha hit just the right spot, they opened wide along with her mouth.  Her expression was just about the sexiest thing I can ever remember seeing.

Although her eyes were fixed in my direction, I'm not sure she was coherent enough to focus on me.  Penha didn't seem to see me either, even though they both positioned themselves for my visual enjoyment.

"Oh, oh, oh!" is all Jala could manage as her quaking body collapsed with orgasmic tremors.  Penha thrust uncontrollably and repeatedly, grunting and groaning as he shot his come deep inside Jala's glorious rear end.

Their heat and energy filled the room even after they were completely worn out.  Penha kissed Jala's back and neck, rubbed her scalp and caressed her face.  His hand covered the top of one of hers as their fingers interlaced.

I went up to both of them and knelt.

"Thank you," I said, smiling and unexpectedly happy.

**********

I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop on my new life.  It never did.

Penha kept getting contracting work in the local area.  I helped Jala market her amazing culinary creations online in a cookbook she wrote (available in paperback, hard cover, and e-book formats) entitled, of course, "Unquestionably Delicious."  It's doing moderate to brisk business.  She was able to buy a decent, midsize Honda with her profits, which are still rolling in at a steady pace.  My website work is consistent, but not overly busy.  And that's just the way I like it.

I thought of a fun weekend for the three of us and put my plan into action.  I told Penha it would be a fun surprise and to be available and flexible when the opportunity presented itself.  I rented a hillside cabin with enough of the amenities of city living, but without the congestion or the provinciality of small-town nosiness.

I then shopped online for really exciting and trashy lingerie that Jala and I could wear.  I got her feedback and made sure we bought stuff we'd actually like.  I stocked up on all the lube and toys we might need.

When the weekend in question came, I phoned Penha at the construction site.

"What's up, Hamiday?" he replied.

"It's on!" I snorted and hung up the phone.  I then called Jala at the restaurant.

"What's going on, Hami?" she answered.

"Game on, girl!  Get ready to rumble!" I challenged.

I purchased the groceries we would need for the weekend and packed our pleasure chest.  I drove up to the cabin and laid out our outfits in one of the three bedrooms.  I stripped, showered, and slipped into my outfit.  I applied the bare minimum of cosmetics necessary to accentuate my ensemble.

Jala was the next to arrive.  She saw her outfit and giggled.  She saw me and whistled.

"Shower and suit up, lady!" I ordered.  After she washed, I helped dress her and apply her makeup.  I gave her tempting little kisses and squeezes as I did so, warming her and myself up for the evening's festivities.

Penha was the last to arrive.  "Ladies, where are you?" he said in a sing-song fashion.

"Take a shower and wait in your bedroom!" Jala yelled.  We giggled and hugged as we heard him turn on his bathtub faucet.  He showered and shaved, then put on his bathroom robe.

"Now what?" Penha asked.

"Wait for us!" I ordered.

"Okay," he said.

Hand in hand, Jala and I walked out of the other bedroom in our mid-heel pumps, stockings, panties and bras and sauntered into his room.  Penha's eyes widened with delight.

"Okay, then!" he said admiringly.  "What may I assume is about to happen here?"

I traded conspiratorial looks and smiles with Jala and squeezed her hand.

"We want you to taste our titties!" I blurted.  "Taste our titties and tell us which titties taste the best!"  We unhooked our bras in unison and flung them at him.

All he could do was laugh, the exact reaction I was expecting.  We giggled in lusty anticipation.

Penha came over to me first.  I pushed my breasts up with my hands and presented them for inspection.  He greedily sucked my titty into his mouth, savoring the taste of my nipple.  His other hand squeezed and massaged my unlicked breast.

Jala looked over at me with wonder and desire, eagerly waiting her turn.  Penha moved his mouth to my other breast, flicking his tongue up and down over the other nipple.  He gave them both a friendly squeeze and moved over to Jala's breasts.  He pressed her breasts together and licked back and forth between them in rapid succession.  Jala moaned and trembled when he did that.

"Well, I'm not quite sure," Penha said.  "I think I need to go again."  His playful eyes shone with wicked merriment.

Penha went back to my tits and began to suck and kiss them.  His free hand was still squeezing one of Jala's breasts.  Then he moved to suck Jala's titties and fondle my breasts.  Back and forth he went in this fashion, making us tremble and giggle.

"Your titties are great," concluded Penha.  "I can't really make a decision."

Jala retorted, "Fine then.  Taste our pussies and tell us which one is sweeter."  This game was already out of control and I was loving every minute of it.  Jala and I stripped off our panties, kicked off our heels, and flung ourselves on the bed on our backs.  We raised our legs in the air and clasped hands.

Penha knelt between Jala's legs and slurped her pussy loudly and greedily.  I saw Jala tremble and felt the shudder through her hand.  He moved to my cunt and started sucking my clit as he fingered Jala's.  Back and forth he went between us, leaving us moaning and gasping.

After he left us squirming and moaning with delight, he said, "Again, I can't really tell which one is best."

"I think you need to fuck us doggie style, side by side, with our asses in the air," I challenged.  "Tell us who fucks the best."

I glanced at Jala and she grinned at my suggestion.  We repositioned ourselves on the bed, giggling and laughing.  We got down on our elbows and thrust our asses up.  I bounced my left thigh and left hip against her right hip and right thigh.  She saucily returned the favor.

Penha knelt down behind us and licked and fingered our pussies.  Jala and I smiled as we held hands, drinking in the sensation of being utterly uninhibited with each other.  Penha began to fuck Jala confidently, his thrusts making her tremble and shudder.  I tilted my face toward hers for a wet kiss.  She moaned and gasped, kissing me and grunting in time with Penha's strokes.

Penha smacked Jala's ass and she yelped.  He switched over to fucking me and fingering Jala's pussy.  He pounded me as I thrust myself back at him, twerking and wiggling my bottom.  I stretched into the mattress, sinking into the feeling of being thoroughly raunchy.  Jala tightened her grip on my hand.  I looked over to see my lust reflected in her face.

We abandoned the game and simultaneously got up.  Jala patted the edge of the bed where she directed Penha to sit.  He did so without question.  She spread his legs open and knelt between them, making space for me to come kneel by her, which I did.  She wet a finger and slid it into Penha's asshole.  He gasped at how good it felt and she worked on his prostate.  She sucked his cock into her eager mouth, pumping her head up and down on his dick.  Penha threw his head back, moaning in ecstasy.

I took his cock from her mouth and sucked on it myself.  She smiled at me as I worked his shaft and balls with my lips and tongue.  Her finger was still pumping inside his ass, stimulating his prostate continuously.  I popped his cock out of my mouth and offered it, like a lollipop, for us both to lick at the same time.  We kissed and nibbled up the sides of his cock and back down.  I sucked on one ball while she sucked on the other.  Then we kissed and nibbled our way back up his dick, slurping on the head of his dick and sharing it between each other's mouths.

Penha came without warning, drenching our hair and faces with his delicious spunk.  We rubbed it into our skin and kissed each other, reveling in his scent and taste.  Penha stroked our faces gently, enraptured at the exponential increase of desire between three horny and like-minded individuals.

We continued this way throughout the night, fucking and sucking and spanking each other to exhaustion.

**********

Laying between the two people I loved the best, I thought about where I had come from and how I had gotten here.

How had I traveled so far from traditional monogamy?  Did that question even matter?  I now knew I could never go back to any conservative arrangement.  That would never do and I would never settle for it ever again.

I, Penha, and Jala had made no arrangements, formal or informal.  We were making it up as we went along.  And that was enough.  I shared myself with them.  They shared themselves with me.  Jealousy was a distant memory and probably a figment of my imagination.  I don't think I ever really felt it.  All I ever felt before my liberation was other people's heavy opinions about my propriety.  The one time I succumbed was a trap I was lucky to escape before it was too late.

I got up, naked, from the bed and started to dance.  My bare feet slapped against the hardwood floor.  I wiggled my hips back and forth.  I twirled and dipped and kicked and strutted.  I absolutely cannot dance, but I did so anyway, swaying to an internal music only I could hear.  I shimmied and pranced in the moonlight streaming through the curtains.

Unbeknownst to me, Jala and Penha had awoken to the sounds of my dancing.  They looked at each other and smiled.  They kissed and snuggled as they watched me get down with my dance of pure fucking passion.

I went to the windowed doors and opened them, skipping and hopping in the cool nighttime air.  I was enlivened and overjoyed to finally be myself on my own terms.

Without warning, Jala and Penha whooped and hollered behind me, applauding and whistling their encouragement.

I turned, grinned, and curtsied.  They got up from the bed and bowed in unison.