“Do you know a woman named Marisa?” Paris asked Rich as she made tea for breakfast.

Paris had awakened to find her new friend Rich aroused and waiting for her. They wasted no time. First, Rich took Paris from behind as they spooned on her bed. Once he had filled her up with his cream, Rich ate her to a powerful orgasm. The heady delights of sex with Rich had almost driven Paris’ mourning of her failed wedding from her mind. She was almost giddy with joy compared to her deep sadness a day before.

“Tall, quite curvy, flame-red hair?” Rich asked her, already pretty sure he knew who she meant.

“That’s the one. We talked briefly the other day after dinner. And I saw her naked that day, too.”

Rich grinned.

“I’ve seen Marisa naked many times. My wife and I had some fun times with her in our heyday. You interested in her?”

“I am. Did you both have sex with her? A threesome?”

“Sometimes threesome, sometimes foursome if she brought someone along. Marisa’s been single as long as I have known her but sometimes brings company. Usually female.”

“She’s gay? Or bi?” asked Paris, getting even more interested.

“Bi but very fond of ladies. My wife had her first lesbian sex with Marisa. Even did an all-girl threesome with Marisa and a female friend she brought.”

Paris smiled and shook her head.

“Wild. You were okay with that?”

“Sure. Amanda enjoyed being with a woman, and I sometimes got to watch her enjoy it. I was not there for that threesome, but she had my blessing,” Rich told Paris.

“That’s sweet of you. You must have been a wonderful husband to her. Marisa was kind of flirting with me. Do you think she will be interested?”

“You fit her profile,” Rich commented, “The woman who came with her that time was a similar age and build to you.”

“I hope this works out," Paris told him with excitement in her voice, "I’ve had sexual fantasies about women since my teens, but I hesitate and back off every time I have a chance. Maybe this time will work. I’m single, alone, and this Marisa seems like a good option.”

“I can help things along if you like,” Rich offered, “Or if a threesome would be of interest, I can join in. I suspect Marisa would go for that since she and I haven’t been together since before my wife died.”

“That might be a nice idea. Since we've had sex already, your presence would make it more comfortable for me,” Paris agreed.

“Let’s keep an eye out for Marisa, then. Chat her up and see what she’s thinking. Based on my wife’s experience, I do think she’ll be a good choice for your first time.”

The pair hit the beach after breakfast, pulling two beach chairs side-by-side in a sunny spot. Paris no longer even thought about the fact that she was nude in plain sight of other people. It just felt natural now. Rich’s apparent comfort with the place’s atmosphere helped as well.

“Well, well, look who is here. Nice to see you, old man,” sang out a woman’s voice after they had been sunning themselves for a while.

Rich and Paris turned to see Marisa approaching. Smiling, Rich got up, and the two hugged.

“Good to see you, too,” he said, “How’s it going, young lady?”

“About the same as ever. I’m on my own again. I see you have company,” Marisa said, eyes falling on Paris, “It’s Paris, right?”

“It is,” Paris replied with a smile, “Nice that you remember. Rich told me he knows you.”

“Bet he told you all my dirty secrets, too.”

Paris glanced at Rich, who nodded and winked.

“Just a few,” she responded, “Like your taste in women.”

Marissa got a lusty look on her face.

“And do you have a taste for women, my dear?” she asked.

“It’s a fantasy of mine that I have never lived out.”

Marisa chuckled and replied, “Making fantasies real is a bit of a specialty of mine, it seems. Rich told you about Amanda, I guess?”

“He did. He seems to think you would be a good first time for me, too. And I have been thinking about you a lot since we met the other day.”

“Oo, so you want to do some exploring with old Marisa, eh. Is Rich part of these fantasies, too? He’s been part of mine for a long time.”

“If he wants to be, and you are okay, sure. We are, um, acquainted already,” said Paris, blushing a little.

“You old devil, Rich,” Marisa chuckled, “She’s young enough to be one of your kids, I think.”

“Hey, she started it. I just obliged her.”

All three laughed, then Marisa grabbed Paris’ hand.

“Let’s go, hon,” she told the younger woman, “I’m staying in one of the fancy-schmancy villas so there’s a hot tub.”

On the terrace outside the villa, Paris let out a long sigh as she sank into bubbling hot water.

“That feels good. I haven’t been in a hot tub in a year. Last time was with my ex.”

“Your ex?” Marisa asked, cocking an eyebrow, “There’s a story there, I suspect.”

“Poor Rich got the whole sad story dumped on him yesterday,” Paris responded, sighing, “Short version is that I was supposed to get married yesterday. But things went awry in the relationship, and I broke off the engagement. That’s part of why I came here. I’m still struggling emotionally from the breakup, so I wanted to get away for a while to unwind. Work’s been hell, too, which has not helped.”

“I’ve had my heart broken a couple times, hon. You’ll recover eventually,” Marisa said, moving close and resting a hand on Paris’.

Paris turned to face her.

“I know that I’ll get there,” she told Marisa, “Right now, though, memories of what I had with Adam can still trigger me. The reason I told Rich the whole story is that I had a breakdown yesterday when I realized what day it was.”

Marisa said, sounding a bit wistful, “There’s one old, long-gone relationship that still triggers me from time to time. She and I would have been married if same sex marriage had been an option back then. Instead, we kind of foundered on the shoals of social prejudice and conflicts about how to handle it. She’s married to a guy now with two kids.”

“That’s too bad,” Paris told Marisa, giving the older woman’s hand a squeeze, “I was raised with the whole ‘gay sex leads to Hell’ teaching. That’s probably why I haven’t been with a woman yet. I keep chickening out.”

“How are you feeling right now? Being close to me and naked?” Marisa asked.

Paris smiled and sighed.

“Relaxed. Comfortable. The hot tub is part of that, but I feel comfortable with you and Rich, too.”

“Comfortable enough for this?” Marisa asked in a husky whisper.

She put a hand on Paris’ cheek and turned her face, so they were looking straight at each other. Then Marisa leaned in close and pressed her lips to the younger woman’s. Quivering a little between nerves and excitement, Paris put a hand on the woman’s head, holding her still as she mashed her lips to Marisa’s. Emboldened, Marisa slid her tongue in. Paris responded eagerly with her own tongue.

“Yes, I am,” Paris answered when they paused.

Rich was watching with intense interest from the other side of the tub.

“You two carry on,” he said, “Never mind me. I’m just, um, enjoying the view.”

Paris giggled, then kissed Marisa again. This time, she cupped one of the woman’s large tits in her hand and fondled it. Marisa’s heavy breast was soft under her fingers, unlike Paris’ smaller ones, which were quite firm. Paris rubbed the woman’s big nipple with her thumb, feeling it stiffen at her touch.

A hand slid down Paris’ belly towards her pussy. She parted her legs, allowing Marisa access. Fingers caressed her lips and massaged around her clitoris. Paris placed her own hand on Marisa’s lower belly and stroked her bare mound. Paris had never shaved her own completely clean or had a Brazilian. The feel of smooth skin where she normally had hair intrigued the young woman.

Moving her fingers lower, Paris explored Marisa’s vulva. She slid them along the big, soft lips, then slid a finger inside. They stopped kissing, staring into each other’s eyes as they fingered each other.

“Sit up on the edge, hon. I’m a mite peckish,” Marisa said.

Paris sat on the edge of the tub with her thighs spread. Marisa knelt in front of her in the water, then moved in close. Her tongue swept up and down along Paris’ slit, then swabbed her clit.

At this point, Rich came over and sat beside Paris on the edge. Paris took his erect cock in her hand and stroked it, then leaned over and kissed him. Rich ran his hand up and down Paris’ back, a touch that was both reassuring and sensual.

“You look like you could use a good sheath for that sword, old man,” Marisa commented, seeing his erection. “You want mine or hers?”

Rich grinned and answered, “Got in hers a couple times already. Haven’t had yours in over three years. Let’s do it.”

All three climbed out of the hot tub. They took the cushions off a couple of lounges to spread on the surrounding patio, then Marisa got down on all fours. Rich knelt behind her and slid in. Paris reclined in front, masturbating as she watched them.

“Get close, hon. I can eat you while this old man gets his rocks off,” Marisa said.

Paris moved close with her legs and Marisa got low, her ass thrust into the air towards Rich. The older woman went to work with her tongue, roughly lapping at the Paris’ lips and stroking her engorged clitoris. Rich was fucking Marisa hard, with the impact of their bodies making slapping sounds in the still morning air.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” the man groaned with obvious pleasure. Rich’s cock throbbed inside Marisa, filling her up with his seed. Once expended, he pulled out of Marisa and slumped into a chair.

The women rearranged themselves into a sixty-nine with Paris on top. She licked Marisa’s pussy, thrilling to the taste of mixed male and female juices. As she hungrily explored the older woman with her tongue, Paris felt fingers enter her and a tongue stroking her clitoris.

“Oh man, what a sight,” Rich said as he watched the women, “Too bad I blew my load already.”

“Tasty load, though,” Paris quipped.

She returned to eating Marisa’s pussy. The older woman’s body began to quake. Marisa ceased her fingering and licking.

“Lord, yes, Paris,” Marisa yelled as her body quivered from the waves of pleasure running through it.

Paris remembered how Adam had taken her to the moon and then stretched it out with his oral ministrations. She tried to remember how he had done it to apply that to Marisa.

“Oh God, girl, you are good. Don’t stop, hon,” Marisa gasped.

Finally, though, Marisa seemed to have had enough. The women changed positions. Paris lay back on the cushions with her legs spread, and Marisa dove down between them. The older woman lapped at the younger’s clit while sliding a finger inside to massage her G spot. Soon, Paris was quivering and almost sobbing with the force of her orgasm. Marisa kept going, taking Paris to climax a couple more times.

“Stop, please,” Paris finally cried out between gasps, “That’s enough.”

Marisa sat up grinning. Paris closed her eyes until her heart stopped pounding, then she got up. Her eyes scanned around the patio and tub, then looked towards the beach and lake. A panicked expression crossed her face.

“Oh shit,” Paris gasped, “We did that outside in full view, didn’t we?”

Rich chuckled.

“Not uncommon around here,” he told her, “Surprised you haven’t seen any yet.”

Paris began to giggle.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said between fits of laughter, “I mean, I guess Adam and I did it with the curtains open, but both our apartments were upper floor with nothing opposite. Not much chance for anyone to see. But here, wow.”

“You’re getting quite adventurous, aren’t you?” Marisa commented.

“I guess I am. Just need to get used to that side of myself. I have never done anything this crazy before,” Paris responded as she composed herself.

“Lunch?” Rich suggested.

The women agreed. After some discussion, the trio decided that rather than Paris and Rich going to get clothes so they could eat in the dining room, Marisa would just order room service. She had some wine and beer in the villa’s fridge already.

After lunch, Rich got up and stretched.

“I should go back to my cabin for a bit. Need some rest after all that exertion. And I’m expecting a call,” he told the women.

Paris noticed sly winks between the two older people and realized he was probably clearing the way for Marisa to have some time alone with her. That thought excited her more than she expected. She helped Marisa clean up from lunch. Marisa poured herself another glass of wine while Paris retrieved a beer from the fridge.

“To your new adventures,” Marisa said, offering a toast.

“Indeed. With more to come, I hope,” Paris responded, tapping her bottle against her partner’s glass.

“Better than any wedding toast I’ve heard,” the older woman commented after a sip of wine.

“True enough,” Paris said. The mention of the wedding sent memories rushing through her head.

“Oh God, I actually had notes written for my speech,” Paris said as she wrestled down her emotions, “Two months ahead. In school, I was lucky to start anything more than a few days ahead.”

“Sounds like it really mattered to you, hon,” Marisa said, moving closer and putting a hand on Paris’ thigh.

Paris sighed and agreed, “It did. That’s why ending it still hurts.”

“Maybe I can kiss the boo boo to make it better?”

“That should help,” Paris answered, a sly grin on her face.

They put their drinks down. Marisa caressed Paris’ face, then leaned in. She kissed the younger woman on the forehead, neck, and finally lips. That kiss lingered. Their mouths opened so their tongues could meet.

As they made out, Paris felt a hand on her left breast. Fingers pinched and pulled her nipple. The slight pain was actually arousing her. Putting a hand on her partner’s breast, Paris rubbed and lightly pinched Marisa’s nipple. It grew hard under her touch, exciting Paris all the more.

They paused kissing and gazed at each other. Marisa slid her hand down between Paris’ thighs. As her partner began caressing her pussy’s lips, Paris moved her hand down to do the same to Marisa. The pair resumed making out, fingers stroking and even slightly penetrating each other’s pussy.

“I am so turned on right now,” Paris finally said, a bit breathless.

“Me, too, hon. Bed?”

“Sure. Probably more comfortable, eh.”

Marisa rose, took the younger woman’s hand, and led Paris to the villa’s loft where a huge king bed awaited. They pulled down the covers, then lay facing each other. Nervous but eager to please her lover, Paris moved her face to Marisa’s breast. She circled the large erect nipple with her tongue, then sucked it. As she suckled, Paris caressed her lover’s pussy, stroking soft lips and massaging the woman’s engorged clitoris. Marisa’s was much bigger than Paris realized a clit could be.

Finally, Paris got Marisa onto her back and moved down between the woman’s big thighs. She kissed her mound and lips, then teased Marisa’s clit with her tongue.

“Can I suck it? It looks almost like a tiny cock,” Paris asked.

“Go for it. I love it.”

As she sucked the sensitive bud, Paris slid a finger inside Marisa. The woman’s pussy was quite slick and wet. Paris explored a bit, finally finding the G spot. Marisa was moaning and writhing, clearly turned on. Her juices ran out, moistening Paris’ fingers. Finally, Paris moved back up to kiss Marisa’s mouth while still using her fingers on the woman’s pussy.

Marisa climaxed with a moan, her body quivering and arching. Paris got back down between her legs to lap up the nectar flowing from Marisa’s pussy. She had tasted own juices before on her fingers or Adam’s cock, but never another woman.

“That’s wonderful, hon. You learn fast,” Marisa told her.

“Thank you,” Paris responded, crawling back up alongside her lover.

“Your turn now,” Marisa suggested, “Get on my face and I’ll give you a good time you won’t forget.”

Grinning, Paris mounted Marisa’s face. It was a position she had used with Adam a few times and she quite enjoyed getting eaten that way. She felt Marisa’s hands grip her buttocks, then the woman’s tongue stroking her vulva. Soon, Marisa was using her lips and tongue to explore Paris’ aroused pussy.

As she rode Marisa’s face, Paris played with her own tits. She rubbed her nipples, occasionally pinching and pulling them. That stimulation added to the arousal from Marisa’s attentive oral.

“Oh shit, yes!” Paris finally yelped as a climax seized hold of her.

Marisa kept going, driving Paris to a series of climaxes. Finally, though, the younger woman needed a rest. She dismounted and lay next to her lover. They kissed, then snuggled against each other for an afternoon nap.

Paris awoke after a while to find herself wanting more. She was glad to see that Marisa’s eyes were open, too. Emboldened by her growing comfort and experience with lesbian sex, Paris pressed her mouth to Marisa’s. They kissed several times,

“Try this,” Marisa suggested, arranging their legs to bring their pussies into contact with each other’s thigh.

Slowly, Marisa began to rub against Paris. Paris let her do that for a minute or two, then began moving back against her lover.

“The closest two women can get to fucking without toys involved, I guess,” she said.

“It is. I prefer it to using toys,” Marisa responded.

“I can see why.”

Paris pressed her mouth to Marisa’s and slid her tongue in. They swapped kisses and caresses as they continued to rub their pussies on each other.

“Oh fuck,” Paris gasped as an orgasm took hold.

Marisa rolled away from Paris, lying on her back with legs open. Paris kissed her, then shifted her body to bring her mouth to the older woman’s pussy. Marisa was dripping, her large clit engorged. Paris plunged right in, laying several kisses along the woman’s lips, then sliding in her tongue. She was soon lost in the taste of Marisa’s arousal and the joy of pleasuring her partner.

“Together now,” Marisa requested.

Paris moved back up. They lay facing each other, rubbing each other’s pussy as they swapped kisses. To her surprise and delight, Paris came again almost simultaneously with Marisa. The mutual orgasm ended with them cuddling again.

The pair lay together for a while, even dozing off again briefly. After awakening, they went downstairs and refreshed their drinks, then went to sit outside by the tub.

“So how was that for a first time?” Marisa asked.

“Amazing. I mean, it’s my fantasies come to life, but somehow even better than I imagined. Now I need to figure out where this all fits into my everyday life. This is almost like being in another world for me.”

“I had a journey like that, but I was younger than you at the time, still in university,” Marisa told her, “I finally just kind of said ‘fuck it’ to the world and started being who I felt I was.”

“That sounds really appealing,” Paris admitted, “But I have to deal with a family who will have problems with me being bi. I need to tread softly and play things carefully. They’re still salty about me leaving Adam. And then there’s my lingering feelings for him.”

Marisa smiled.

“He’s that hard to get out of your head, eh?”

“I told you what happened when I remembered yesterday was supposed to have been my wedding day. If I was over him, the memory wouldn’t have broken me like that,” Paris said with a sigh.

“You think you may have made a mistake?”

Paris took a deep breath, then told Marisa, “I almost certainly did. I was stressed from a rough week at work that night. My employer has been taken over, and my job is on the line along with a lot of my friends. So, having Adam take off on me like that when I really needed him riled me up. And then seeing him kiss someone else ... yeah, I snapped. Maybe I should have waited and talked it out first. Just summarily ending it that day was probably a mistake.”

“Is there a chance to have that talk now?”

“I don’t know,” Paris said, sounding sad, “I unblocked him a while ago but there’s been no sign of him reaching out. Perhaps he just took me at my word and has moved on.”

Paris let out a sob. Marisa took her hand.

“Try him. But you’ll need to let him know what happened here. He needs to have that knowledge before he makes any decisions about a future with you.”

“I don’t even know if I want that future with him,” Paris responded, “I need to make some decisions for myself first before I get him involved.”

“For sure, hon. Get your life in order before you start trying to tie it to someone else.”

Paris smiled at Marisa.

“Are you okay if I leave? I’m kind of worn out from today and now my emotions are stirred up. I need to be alone.”

“Of course. You need the time. I see that. Join me for dinner? I usually dine around six. Might see if Rich wants to join me.”

“Sure, if I eat in the dining room and see you, I’ll join you. If I’m not there, though, don’t worry. Just means I felt a need to be with myself and ordered room service instead.”

“Sure, hon. I have times like that, too.”

Paris gave Marisa a final lingering kiss, then got up and headed back to her own cabin.

Once back, Paris put on shorts and a top, grabbed a beer from the fridge and went out to sit in the Muskoka chair on the porch. For a time, Paris sat there, quietly thinking as she sipped her drink. Then she realized that her phone was locked in the cabin’s safe and that she had not checked messages almost since her arrival.

Retrieving the phone, she unlocked it to find a couple email messages. One was junk, the other was from Julia, the neighbour and friend who was watering her plants and feeding her goldfish while she was away.

Julia’s message read, “Hey, Paris. Hope you’re having a good trip. You got a present yesterday. Photo attached. The super took the delivery and notified me to put it in your apartment. It’s lovely. There’s a card but I wanted your permission before I opened it.”

Paris opened the attached photo. At first, she smiled to see a potted plant in full bloom. It was even one of her favourite flowers. Then uncertainty set in as she realized who might have sent the gift.

“Open the card and send a picture of it,” she wrote back, “I think I know who it is and need to see the message.”

She returned to the porch and awaited a reply. Julia lived on the same floor as her, so she would surely get back to her soon. The phone bleeped minutes later. Nervous, Paris opened the new message with two attachments. One photo showed the front of an ornate card featuring a smiling kitten. A second showed the message inside.

Hi, Paris. Miss you, it began. I woke up this morning and realized what day it was. I also realized my thoughtless actions are why it isn’t happening. Here’s something to brighten up what I am sure is not an easy day for you. It won’t be for me. For all I have tried to put this behind me, I still miss you so much. I think about you more than I probably should. Sorry for being such a fuckhead. Adam.

Paris frowned and re-read the message. Was the contrition genuine? What about the expressions of regret and missing her? She found herself wondering again if she had been too hasty.

“He fucked me over, didn’t he. Or did he? Maybe it’s been long enough that I can see and talk to him again to see what really happened and try to at least clear the air a bit,” she thought. In her heart, she found herself once again questioning her actions. Should she have waited until he was home? Given him a chance to explain?

“I need to go home,” she finally said aloud.

Paris saved all the images on her phone, then put it to sleep. After ordering a meal to be delivered to her cabin, she packed. Not that she had brought much to pack. How much was it worth bringing to a nudist resort?

After dinner, Paris went for a walk to contemplate her plans. She was still unsure about seeing Adam again. However, her breakdown on their planned wedding day and her reaction to the flowers made it clear that she still had feelings for him.

“I need to rein those feelings in, not move too quickly,” she told herself, “My emotions are still a bit raw. I’ll bet his are, too.”

Pausing on the beach, Paris stared out at the lake. The moon was rising, reflecting off the water. Her recent sexual exploration would need to be addressed, too, as Marisa rightly suggested. Paris needed to be open and honest with Adam so they could discuss how her bisexual and apparently polyamorous desires would play out in their relationship.

Assuming they got back together, of course. Perhaps coming out would send him running. Paris needed to take that risk, though. She needed him to know and understand who she was now. There was no way she could, or would want to, put that genie back in the bottle.

Already, part of her was fantasizing about involving Adam in a threesome like the one with Rich and Marisa. She had no idea who the woman would be. They only knew a couple bi or lesbian women and those were in relationships.

“There she is,” sang out Rich’s mellow baritone.

Paris turned to see him and Marisa approaching.

“We missed you at dinner, hon,” Marisa said.

“I had something in my room. I was packing. Something came up back home that needs my attention, so I am leaving tomorrow.”

“Too bad. We really enjoyed your company,” Rich told her.

“And I enjoyed my time with both of you. But I have a life away from here and need to be there. Sorry. I had originally planned to stay longer.”

“One last ride?” Marisa suggested.

Paris sighed. She wanted it but knew that she needed rest and more time to think.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. Have to be up early tomorrow.”

“I hear you. Sorry we can’t enjoy your company one more time, but you know where to find us. There’s always room for three in my bed,” the older woman said with a wink.

Paris smiled and nodded.

“Thank you.”

They hugged, then Marisa and Rich continued on their way. Paris watched them for a moment, then turned and headed for her cabin.

At the door, she paused and turned her gaze turned back to where she had met Marisa and Rich. Memories of a day of kisses, caresses, and incredible orgasms ran through her mind. Her pussy stirred, moistening at those thoughts. She sighed, feeling a longing like she had never felt before. Taking a deep breath, she went inside, still weighing her next move.

“One last ride,” Marisa said.

Paris smiled, realizing that she wanted that ride badly and it might just help her wind down for the night. She began undressing.

When Marisa opened her door, Paris stood there wearing just a smile. The older woman was naked, too, and appeared quite aroused.

“Am I too late?” Paris asked.

“Not at all. Come on in. Rich is in bed waiting. I even got him hard for you,” the older woman said with a grin.

The women embraced, sharing a long kiss before heading to the bedroom.