Bunco Night!

Two reminders before we begin with the good stuff:

1) In case you missed it, I described how my relationship with my girlfriend, Jody, started here. Reading it first might help you appreciate what follows.

2) The pictures in this post are the ones Jody and I took together in Reno, as I briefly teased you with here.

Our relationship had progressed to the point where sex was the next logical step. We discussed it and realized we both felt the same way and were quite eager to share this very sexy first with each other. Separately, we discussed it with our husbands and got their consent. Jody and

I played on a Bunco league together, and organized it so she'd stay after the game I hosted. Vincent went to her house, hung out with her hubby, and spent the night there so we could have the house to ourselves.

I was nervous that day, knowing what I had, over time, grown to want so much, was finally going to happen. I shaved and trimmed everything you would in preparation for sex. I wore a shirt I knew she thought I looked sexy in. We exchanged nervous, excited glances and knowing smiles during the entire game. The anticipation was killer.

Once the game was over and we were alone, we stripped naked, grabbed shot glasses, a bottle of flavored vodka and something to chase it with, and headed straight to the spa. We spent probably 2 hours there, just talking and drinking; nothing sexual happened. I can only speak for myself, but the atmosphere while we were in the spa was relaxed - there was no tension, no feeling of something impending weighing me down, no pressure. It felt like every other time we've drank, talked, and relaxed while naked in the spa - just like friends enjoying each others' company. I think this is a sign of how comfortable we truly are with each other, as well as how ready we were and how natural this next step in our relationship was.

When we finally got out of the spa, we were comfortably buzzed, but not wasted. We both made a conscious decision not to be drunk during this experience, as we wanted to not only remember it, but because we wanted to know it happened out of attraction and affection, rather than drunken decision making.

We went to the bedroom and I put on the mix of music Vincent and I came up with for the night - we call it the Bunco Mix. I plan to write a post about good music to fuck to, where I'll detail a lot of the music on this particular mix, so I don't want to go into too much detail, but suffice it to say it ran the gamut of musical artists, had good beats, and was about an hour and a half long.

Jody and I started by sitting on the bed, still naked. We were a little giggly, between the vodka and the anticipation of what was imminent. We talked about toys. She told me she brought one. I told her I had a good one in the drawer right by the bed, and brought out my bullet. She turned it on and I taught her the nose trick; she agreed that it was a good toy and said she'd like to try it.

We started kissing, sitting up facing each other. Eventually we laid down, me on my back and her on top of me. Her cute little a-line hair kept falling in her face, and I lovingly brushed it away. This image may very well be my absolute favorite memory of the night - her looking down at me while my hand gently sweeps her hair out of her face; the contrast of the red of her hair against the white of my hand; the little smile on her lips, pink and glistening from kissing me; the lust and affection in her eyes. It was extremely sensual and sexy and exactly what I wanted out of the experience.

After kissing for a long while, she began her journey south. She licked, kissed and suckled on my breasts, then went between my legs. I could feel how wet I was as I opened them for her. She dove in - not roughly, but eagerly. Her tongue on my pussy felt good, and even better on my clit. I played with my nipples as she ate me out, then we switched.

I'm not a huge fan of the flavor of my own juices, so I was nervous about going down on her - What if I didn't like it? What if I was grossed out? Anything but! I LOVED it! I was surprised at how her flavor was completely different from mine (at least what I know of mine from Vincent's mouth after he gives me oral pleasure.) She was so wet, so warm. She moved with my tongue and made moans of pleasure, and I was encouraged.

We switched again, and this time she used her fingers on me. I was surprised at how relaxed I was, how comfortable I was with her pleasuring me. As she got more into it, she began thrusting with her head as she licked and fingered me. Her head kept grinding against my pubic bone, which became increasingly painful. I'm not sure why I didn't say anything at the time; maybe for fear of creating an awkward moment? When we switched again, I was shocked at how tight she was as I slid my fingers into her. I really enjoyed licking her clit while fingering her pussy. It made me feel sexy beyond what words can even begin to describe.

We switched again, and this time we used the bullet on each other. She was getting me close to orgasm, and I said, "Don't stop." I got quiet and concentrated, willing the waves of pleasure to wash over me, but the music drowned out my command not to stop and she mistook my silence for displeasure and started doing something new (I know because we discussed it afterwards.) I was disappointed I never got my release, but by no means did it ruin the experience.

When it was my turn to use the bullet on her, I loved holding it against her clit while my fingers worked her pussy. It was stunning to watch her pleasure - her moans, her hands working her tits, and, when she came, the way her back arched as she threw back her head. Knowing I made another woman feel that good put me on top of the world.

We made out for a while when it was over. We both smiled and giggled as we talked about what we just did, comparing our favorite parts. I haven't experienced the butterflies and the closeness associated with first-time sex in a long while, and it was nice to feel it all again.

It was nearing 3am (for an idea of how long our adventure lasted, the Bunco Mix was half way through its second play!) and we decided to go to sleep. She got up, put undies on and brushed her teeth. I took a brief moment to text Vincent with two simple words that summed up the entire experience: "FUCK YES!"