Hello! My name is Shyam, and my wife’s name is Shweta. We have been married for five years. Our marriage was arranged, so we only got to know each other after marriage. What we revealed to each other was sad and surprising but also a little exciting. It was sad because both of us had been pressured to get married by our families. It was surprising because both of us were not straight. It was exciting because we were both open-minded enough to accept our differences and move forward.
Shweta is a bisexual who is more attracted to women. I am a crossdressing bisexual who is also more attracted to women. So, despite our differences, we had a few things in common: we had broad minds, we liked to wear women’s clothes, we were both attracted to women, and we were bisexual. That helped us share our sexual fantasies and try new things.
Shweta, being an understanding woman encouraged me to dress up like a woman at home. She helped me wax and shave parts of my body and wear women’s clothes. She felt more comfortable with me when I was dressed like a woman. So, at home, I always wore women’s clothes. I usually wore a saree or salwar kameez, complete with a red bindi, sindoor, bangles, anklets, toe rings, and a mangalsutra. She called me by my preferred female name, Sharmila, and treated me like an equal. We became lesbian lovers, Shweta and Sharmila, two wives who lived in the same house.
Though I didn’t have breasts and a vagina, Shweta liked having sex with me. She didn’t hesitate to do the things straight women did, but she also did some things that lesbians did, like scissoring me and penetrating me with a strap-on dildo. I did everything she asked me to do and satisfied her.
I was happy with our unconventional lifestyle, and I didn’t want to change anything. But she shared a fantasy she has had for a long time. She wanted to have a threesome with a woman and me. I thought it was a great idea. So, she told me she was attracted to Kamana, and she’ll try to convince her to have a threesome with us. I wished her good luck.
Kamana was one of our neighbors. She was a divorced woman in her thirties. She was a good-looking woman with a pretty face and a curvy body. I was also attracted to her. I hoped Shweta would be able to convince Kamana.
The next day, after I returned home from work, Kamana was in our house. I greeted her and went to the bedroom. Shweta was chatting with her for a long time in the hall. After she left, Shweta told me Kamana really enjoyed her company, and she was positive Kamana would eventually join us for a threesome. She also told me she’ll invite Kamana frequently, and asked me not to join them to make Kamana feel comfortable.
From the next day, Kamana was present in our house every day in the evenings when I returned home. I followed Shweta’s instructions and avoided joining them for a chat, but I usually greeted her before going to the bedroom. Shweta kept me updated with the progress she was making.
After one week Shweta told me she had spoken with Kamana about lesbian sex, and Kamana had shown interest. After one more week, Shweta told me she had shown a lesbian porn video to Kamana, and she had watched it shyly but with eagerness. After a few more days, Shweta told me she had kissed Kamana’s lips and she had responded well. Then after one and half months, Shweta gave me the good news that she’d had sex with Kamana. But she said it was too early for a threesome, and she will let me know when Kamana is ready. A week later, she told me she had revealed to Kamana about my feminine, cross-dressing nature, and Kamana was curious to see me dressed as a woman. So we decided to talk with Kaman together about it first, to find out if she was really serious.
The next evening after I returned home, I joined Shweta and Kamana for a chat. Shweta sat next to Kamana and held one of her hands. We had small talk with Kamana for a short time before Shweta asked me to tell Kamana about my crossdressing story from start to finish. I told Kamana about my experiences as a crossdresser, including how I got started, my struggles, and how I live with Shweta as her lesbian partner. Kaman listened to me and seemed sympathetic. Once I finished my story, Shweta told me to go change into a sari. Kamana also showed genuine interest in seeing me as a woman. So I agreed to change my clothes and went to the bedroom.
I wore a bra with foam breasts, a blouse, a petticoat, and a blue saree. I wore a waist-length wig, bindi, sindoor, bangles, and mangal sutra. I touched up a little makeup on my face and adjusted the saree until I was satisfied. Then I went to the hall.
Shweta saw me first and said, “Here comes Sharmila, the queen of this house!”
Kamana saw me and said, “Wow! I can’t believe Shyam looks exactly like a woman!”
“Not Shyam! Sharmila!” Shweta corrected Kamana.
Kamana looked at Shweta and said, “You’re so lucky to be married to someone so beautiful.”
Shweta got up and came to me. She hugged me and pecked a kiss on my lips. When I looked back at Kamana, she looked a little jealous. I pretended like I didn’t notice and showed interest in her.
Shweta and I sat on the sofa opposite Kamana, facing her. I could tell by the way Kamana looked at me that she liked me. We spent more time together, talking, eating, and watching TV. The chemistry between all three of us was intense.
Suddenly a lesbian porn video started playing on TV. Shweta said she was casting it from her phone. We laughed and enjoyed the video of three lesbians having sex.
As we watched the porn video, Shweta got up and went to Kamana. She sat on the sofa next to Kamana, to her left, and called me to sit next to them. I got up and went to them. I sat next to Kamana, to her right. Shweta began by kissing Kamana. I put one hand under Kamana’s saree and caressed her bare belly. Kamana didn’t resist, so we began making love to her.
We removed Kamana’s blouse and bra and sucked her nipples. Then I lifted her saree and petticoat and put my hand between her legs. I put one hand inside her panties and rubbed her vulva. Her vulva felt soft and smooth without any pubic hair. I dug into her vagina and felt her vaginal juice. I put three fingers inside her vagina and rubbed her clit with my thumb.
Shweta and Kaman kissed and moaned with pleasure. I sucked Kamana’s nipple and fingered her pussy. I felt like a hot woman sitting next to my hot wife and her hot friend, but my manly penis had become very hard. It was hard to control myself. I stopped sucking Kamana’s nipple, pulled my fingers out of Kamana’s vagina, and stood up. The women stopped kissing and looked at me curiously. I lifted my saree and petticoat and pulled my panties down to my knees. I held my clothes up and pointed my erect penis at Kamana’s mouth. She looked at Shweta, and they laughed. Shweta asked Kamana to suck my penis. Kamana looked at me, smiled, and kissed the head of my cock. Then she opened her mouth and took my penis inside. I looked at Shweta. She gave me a relieved smile. We were both happy that our dream of having a threesome with Kamana had become a reality.
Holding my saree and petticoat up, I watched Kamana. She had a focused expression on her pretty face as my penis slid in and out of her mouth. Shweta sat next to Kamana with a look of admiration on her face. Although she was equally pretty like Kamana, Shweta admired her. I could relate to Shweta because I too equally admired Kamana’s cute face, gorgeous curves, and overall maturity.
Shweta began to remove her blouse while Kamana sucked my penis, showing no signs of stopping. I didn’t want her to stop. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it.
A short moment later, I felt my penis pop out of her mouth. I opened my eyes and saw Kamana and Shweta kissing. Then Shweta stopped kissing, pulled back, and looked at me. “Your turn to taste Kamana. She tastes very good,” she said.
She looked at Kamana and said, “Remove your panties and sit down. Let Sharmila taste you. She loves pussy juice.”
We laughed. Kamana stood up and removed her panties. She lifted her clothes above her bottom and sat down again. She kept her feet on the sofa and spread her legs. Her vulva between her plump inner thighs had no pubic hair. Her legs were also waxed. She looked almost identical to Shweta when she spread her legs.
Shweta and Kamana kissed and massaged each other’s breasts. I lifted my clothes above my knees and knelt on the floor in front of Kamana. I bent over and dug my face between her inner thighs. Her smell was fragrant. I licked, sucked, and nibbled on her vaginal lips. Her juice tasted delicious just as I had expected, so I put my tongue deep into her vagina and licked her more juice.
I heard Shweta saying, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I raised my head and looked at the woman. They had stopped kissing. I moved back and stood up.
We went to the bedroom. Kamana asked Shweta to lie down on the bed. Shweta lifted her clothes, stepped up on the bed, and lay down. Kamana climbed onto the bed, spread Shweta’s legs, bent over, and began eating Shweta’s pussy.
I held my saree and petticoat above my bottom and got on to the bed. I knelt on the bed, behind Kamana and aimed at her pussy lips with my cock. The tip of my cock found the slit between her pussy lips, and I pushed.
“Oh, mmm,” Kamana moaned as my cock shaft slid into her wet vagina.
I admired Shweta’s pretty face as she lay moaning with her eyes closed and mouth open. I was happy my wife was loving it as Kamana ate her pussy. I held on to Kamana’s slim waist as I pushed and pulled my cock in and out of her pussy hole. She moaned and kept eating Shweta’s pussy as I increased pace. I slammed on her plump butt with my crotch as I thrust my cock into her pussy. Then I pulled it back and fucked into her again. I leaned forward on her back and grabbed her breasts. I squeezed her swollen melons and pumped my cock into her, harder and faster with extra vigor. The sounds of my crotch and her butt slapping and the three of us moaning, were the sounds of truly happy people. I fucked her harder and faster until I ejaculated inside Kamana’s cunt.
When I was done, I lay next to Shweta on her right. Kamana lay next to Shweta, to her left. We lay together gasping for air. I was tired, but Shweta was not done. She got up, knelt between my legs, bent over, and took my cock in her mouth. I understood Shweta. Kamana and I had climaxed, but she had not.
Shweta sucked my cock and swallowed Kamana’s juice and my cum that was coated on my cock. Kamana turned towards me and kissed my lips. My cock grew bigger and stronger inside Shweta’s mouth because of the love and affection they were showing me.
Shweta sucked my cock a few more times and pulled it out of her mouth. Then she sat on top of me and took my cock inside her pussy. She held on to my cock inside her cunt with a firm grip and rotated her hips.
Kamana stopped kissing me and looked up at Shweta with admiration. Shweta saw Kamana and said, “Get up. Come sit with me.”
I didn’t understand what Shweta meant until she said, “Sit on Sharmila’s face.”
I was used to Shweta sitting on my face while we were doing the 69 position, but two women sitting on top of me was a pleasant surprise.
Kaman straddled my face and rubbed her pussy lips gently on my nose, lips, and tongue. I was glad I had direct access to her bottom. I ate her pussy and ass.
Shweta bounced up and down my cock shaft a few times before resting her plump bottom on my thighs. Then she moved front and back, grinding her clit on my pubic mound.
Shweta and Kamana hugged and kissed while riding on my cock and face for about fifteen minutes. We made love until all of us climaxed at the same time. Shweta drenched my cock with her pussy juice, I shot cum inside Shweta’s vagina, and Kamana squirted on my mouth and I swallowed.
We were all happy. I thought that was end of that love making session, but I was wrong. Shweta and Kamana wore strap on dildos and took turns to fuck my ass in doggy style position.
After that experience, we met frequently and bonded like sisters and lovers.
So readers, that was our first threesome. If I get time, I’ll keep you posted. Bye for now.