Hot wife

I married Jane when we were both still in college, a little
over ten years ago. They have been a great ten years. I just
had my 32nd birthday, and Jane’s is in a couple of months.
Jane still looks fantastic. We walk or cycle almost
everyday, and she teaches an aerobic class at the community
center. He body is firmer and tighter, now, than it was when I
met her. She is 5’6″, weighs about 110-115, and measures in at
an eye-catching 36-24-35. She has deep green eyes, a great
complexion, and bright blonde hair cut in a short, stylish bob.
So, when I tell you that just looking at her still makes my heart
go pitter-patter, you know why. Continue reading Hot wife

Bondage in country

It is one of fall’s indian summer days and we decide to indulge in
one of the last warm sunny days by taking a ride. Today I insist that
you wear a dress which is made of a light cotton, ties up the bodice,
and has a short flirty skirt. You try to protest claiming that while
the day is warm there is still a cool breeze. We settle that you
should wear your leather jacket and press close to me while riding.

The ride is primarily uneventful as road winds sharply and any
distractions could be deadly. The speed is high and I can feel you
pressed to me. I start to slow down, you attempt to scream above the
wind and the engine but your words fly away. I turn down a small road
curving into a small clearing by a lake. You gently dismount so I can
put the bike on the center stand. A smile crosses your face as you
comprehend the action. You mount the bike, only this time placing your
arse on the gas tank, facing me. I can smell your excitement and push
your skirt up to reveal a pair of frilly bikini underwear. Continue reading Bondage in country

Paying for sex

One Thursday night, Tim and I were home watching TV when one of my
girlfriends called. She had stopped for a drink after work and ran into
two of our old classmates from graduate school and she was calling to
invite me to join them for a drink and some gossip.
I was still dressed from work and hurriedly put my shoes back on and
checked my purse for cash. Of course, my liquid assets totalled $2.14! I
asked Tim for some cash rather than wasting time stopping at an automatic
teller.
Tim smiled and brought out his wallet.
“Wait a minute,” he smiled, holding his wallet above his head, away
from my open hand, “How badly do you need this cash?”
“Come on, Tim, I’m in a hurry.” Continue reading Paying for sex

Fantasy Sinful Tale

The Bandit and Zero kicked the dirty grey snow off of their boots and
walked up the steps of the East Habitat. A quick ping of a security card in
the lock, and the door sighed open, brushing a warm breeze across their faces
from inside. They walked out of the dark and into the central lounge,
gratefully unzipping their coats. The usual late-night gang was there, Thud
holding court like a king in the chair by the coffee machine and dealing a
hand from his everpresent cribbage deck to Lanky and Plaids. Conan was
sprawled out on the couch, reading a paperback, and the notes of an acoustic
guitar wafted gently through the air as the Rainbow Wizard played a love song
for Mary Magdalene on a nearby stretch of carpet. Continue reading Fantasy Sinful Tale

Shawn The Sexy Twink

Summer had finally come and I made it up to my uncle’s farm for
a week away from work. All winter in the city, I’d looked
forward to getting up there. And I’d thought a great deal about
Shawn, a lovely 18 year old who I’d known since he was half his
age. Shawn is the middle boy of a dirt poor farm family. I’d
never quite understood how his father made a living on his only
visible means a support, a tiny garage video store. But I’d
enjoyed my visits up there in previous years and I remember
playing around outside with Shawn and his younger brother. We’d
throw frisbees and otherwise clown around. I had never given
Shawn much thought until last summer when as we played, he seemed
to hang around me alot. More than a few times, he slapped me
playfully on the ass. And I remembered the movies we’d seen over
at his house. I knew his dad rented x-rated movies and sometimes
I wondered how many of them he’d watched when his dad wasnt
around. I had recognized some of the titles when I’d browsed the
tapes. There were more than afew which were less plot and more
fucking and sucking. I wondered if he’d seen the sucking.

At Christmas, when I was up for only a day, I managed to go over
to Shawn’s place just to say hello. There he was, on the floor
watching his brother play a video game. I stuck my toe playfully
between the cheeks of his backside and gave him a nudge and a
cheery, “Hi pal…how’ya been?” He turned and grinned and told
me fine. I couldn’t believe his adorable smile. His eyes lit up
as he turned and saw me. Shawn’s hair was longer and he sported
a single earring. We chatted about pretty much nothing but I was
so anxious to put my hands on him, I finally cradled his cheek in
one had while pretending to examine his earring. Holding his
face in my hands was the only touch I had of him last Christmas.
“That’s pretty rock and roll for a farm kid,” I offered, as I
made sure my touch was more of a carress. He lingered and let me
hold him as long as I dared in the room where his older brother
was also watch.

“Yeah, a regular faggot,” his twenty year old brother snorted. I
saw the instant hurt in Shawn’s face. He was embarrassed that
his brother had said such a thing in front of me. I spent days
wondering what that meant…whether he was calling Shawn a faggot
because of the earring or because of something else that had
happend recently. But for the moment, I just winked at him and
sqeezed his cheek lovingly. There would be another time we could
talk about THAT.

Just an hour before I had to end my Christmas, I happened to be
over at his house to say goodbye. He was on the couch, dressed
in a pair of bib overalls and a flannel shirt. All that I
touched of him was his bare feet. We wrestled momentarily and he
stuck a foot up to my face. It was just reaction. I grabbed his
foot as he poked me with it. And I ran my tongue across the
underside of his toes. He seemed abit surprised at that.

“You taste pretty good, lad. I’ll have to remember that!”

He looked away momentarily but he smiled. I just laughed,
reached down and slapped his jeans on the backside.

“Well, I gotta go. Maybe I’ll be around this summer to see ya.”
And with that, I left to make my goodbyes to my uncle and aunt
before I hit the road.

-0-

When the first summer day of my farm vacation started, it wasn’t
an hour before Shawn had spied my car in my uncle’s driveway. He
was over. He just hung by the back door waiting for an
invitation inside. I didn’t hesitate for I had come to the
country to see Shawn as much as I’d come to see my uncle.

“Hi bud,” I said, “good to see ya. Come on in.” I gave him a
one-armed hug, one of those older brotherly kind of hugs that
most people don’t pay much attention to. He was in the house in
a flash and while my uncle and aunt found him obnoxious, they let
it go because they knew we were sort of buddies. They certainly
didn’t know how close we were and how close I’d like to become
with him. He spent the early evening sometimes with me and
sometimes at home.

After a good family dinner and a talk, the evening grew late by
farmers’s standards. It was pushing eight o’clock. I knew my
uncle and aunt would be going to bed soon for they were always up
by four. They knew I was a night owl and they weren’t surprised
when I said I was going to go across the street to visit with the
neighbors for awhile. I practically ran across the road but I
slowed down and got into my “neighborly” attitude when I knocked
on their rickety back porch door.

Shawn’s dad answered the door. We had me afew times and we
exchanged pleasantries. He invited me on in to the living room
of their modest (and rather trashy) house. It was your typical
poor farmhouse. The only thing less than twenty years old was a
Sony TV, two VCR’s and a Nintendo.

“We’re just getting ready to turn in but you’re welcome to stick
around and watch a movie with the boys,” he said. I didn’t need
a second invitation. Shawn and his ten year old brother were
sprawled on the floor watching Top Gun for what had to have been
the hundredth time. After all, they had five hundred videotapes
for rent out in the garage. I made myself at home on the old
couch, adjusting my shorts downward so as to prevent the crowding
that was coming as my dick grew in anticipation.

“Great movie!” I said, thinking it was mosty great because it had
just started. And lets face it, Tom Cruise never looked better.

“You boys, get ready for bed…you can watch the movie but I want
your faces and hands washed and you in your PJ’s. Do it NOW!”
Their dad had a commanding way about him. He wasnt hard, but he
was firm and the boys hustled upstairs obediently, racing so as
not to miss the entire first fighter scene.

“That’s pretty good,” I said to their dad, as I glanced up,
approvingly that they had jumped to his command.

“They mind. Well, you enjoy yourself. Maybe tomorrow I can get
you to buy off some of this inventory from me.” He had been
wanting to sell of his tapes because most of the farmers in the
area had already seen most of them. We said our good nights and
he went on upstairs. In the next couple of minutes, excitement
built in my loins as I anticipated being almost alone with Shawn.
I tugged at my terrycloth shorts again, stretching them to make
much more room. They were short and loose and as I tugged, I
felt the bare hardness of my growing penis.

Shawn flew down the stairs wearing a long shirt of his dads. No
long pants. I could see his slender, hairless boylegs and the
length of his shirt hiding what I had longed to see. He went
directly into the kitchen and brought out a bag of potato chips.

“These’ll be good,” he said as he settled back down on
the floor. He put the bag of chips between us.

“I remember last winter…YOU tasted pretty good too.” I looked
directly at him to see if he remembered what I was talking about.
He grinned and looked away, sort of rolling his eyes as if to say
“Oh yeah, THAT!”

I grabbed the bag of chips and put them on the couch and enticed
him as if to indicate that if he wanted any of those chips, he
was going to have to share them up here with me.

“Aw come on up here and keep me company,” Shawn hopped up on the
couch, his back up against the armrest and his legs drawn up,
almost touching my leg as I sat near the other end of the couch.
His brother Jason stumbled down the stairs and took his place
directly in front of the TV. I knew he would be occupied as I
hoped to be with his brother.

We sat for awhile watching. Shawn slid down on the couch and his
bare feet were up against my leg. Boy seduction is a specialty
of mine and I know just how it’s done. I put the bag of chips
between his legs and he spread himself to make room for them.
Now I could see the crotch of his underpants and I stared them as
often as I dared. I was hoping he would notice. For a shrimpy,
skinny twelve year old, he filled out those briefs pretty well.
I noticed they fit rather loosely and I could almost see his
balls where the leghole was separated from his skin. It was hard
not to stare. After we munched awhile and shared a Pepsi, I put
them on the floor.

“It’s a little cool tonight,” I mused as I grabbed a nearby quilt
and placed it over us. In doing so, I put his bare legs on my
lap, slid alittle closer to him so his thighs and knees were
resting across my own thighs. I covered him and myself so we
shared the blanket. It left my hands under the covers and
resting on him. We kept watching the movie and all the while, I
stroked the inside of his calf with one hand and the top and
slightly to the inside of one of his thighs with the other.
Shawn was enjoying the attention; I could tell it when I glanced
at him and saw his satisfaction.

By this time, I had a raging hard on and I could hardly control
myself. I moved my left hand to the inside of his thigh and
rested it there. To my surprise, he spread his legs alittle,
giving me more access to his innner leg. And he moved his leg so
it was pressing against my own excitement. He knew. I could
feel my own wetness and my dick was pressing against his soft
leg. I adjusted his leg so it pressed even more intensely on my
erection and he slid it back and forth just alittle, which
brought me to exhale deeply and look at him. Shawn was staring
right at my face and he smiled a naughty little smile. What an
incredible face has. Broad lips, boyish grin, turned up nose and
curly long brown locks. His hair was very long and it curled
below the nape of his neck. It was all I could do to keep
myself from reaching down and kissing him on the mouth. Instead,
I slid my hand from his thigh to his groin and I brushed my
fingers across the top of his underpants. He was hard as a rock
and looking right into my eyes.

I whispered to him. “Hey, you have what I have.” I squeezed his
dick and the muscles in his legs convulsed with pleasure. While
Jason sat in front of the TV watching practice flights over the
California mountains, I slid my hand under the stretched legbands
of Shawns underpants. There was little or no elacticity for
Shawn was one of those lads who peed by pulling a legband to the
side. All winter, I’d dreamed of putting my hand on Shawn’s
boyhood and here it was at hand, firmly in my hand. For only
18, his dick had to have been at least four inches long. And
thicker than I expected for such a diminuitive lad. I ran my
thumb over the turgid head and felt a slight wetness. There
wasnt much there. But I slipped his dick outside his shorts and
gethered what moisture was on the end of it. And I pulled my
hand out and licked my thumb, gazing directly into his eyes.

Shawn looked at me in wonder but he smiled. I put my hand back
under the quilt and onto his member. He slid down further,
pressing his bottom against my leg. That made it easier for me
to hold him but he had other things in mind. Now his own hand
was close enough to my dick that he was able to sqeeze it through
my shorts. I reached over and released my hardness from its
shorts and my dick stuck straight towards him. Neither of us
could see what we were doing under the blanket but we held and
sqeezed each other’s dicks. As I would squeeze his, he would
squeeze mine. As I would rub his up and down, he would rub mine
similarly. As I would roll my thumb across the head of his dick,
he would do the same to mine. I knew I was drooling all over
his hand for his fingers were slippery.

“You better quit that,” he whispered and I nodded and rolled my
eyes and smiled, saying, “Really!”

“Jason,” Shawn called. “Go to bed…you’re half asleep!”
“No I’m not,” the ten year old insisted.
“Yes you are…go on upstairs. I’m not dragging you to bed
again.” With that, Jason got up and dragged his own self out of
the room and up the creaky stairway.

I knew that we were finally alone and no one would surprise us.
Any movement in THIS old house and you can hear it. After he was
gone, I turned back to Shawn.

“Okay…now I’m gonna get you off,” I said as I leaned up and put
myself between his legs. “I’m dying to find out how sweet you
taste.” I gave Shawn no time to think about it. As I removed
the quilt from his lap, I saw his firm dick. His head was
reddish and perfectly formed. Sticking straight up. I uncovered
his privates completely by sliding the stretched leg elastic to
the opposite side of his scrotum. It revealed a twinge of curly
brownish hair…only a whisp around his otherwise hairless
midsection. With a featherlight touch, I grazed his gonads and
ran my nail ever so lightly on up to the end of his dick. He
flenched and his dick bounced firmly up to meet my finger. I
reached my fingers around and gave it a firm squeeze. The skin
stretched as it swelled to its maximum firmness. Finally I
lowered my grasp to hold Shawn’s organ at its base and reached
down and took the head of his boy organ into my mouth, getting it
wet and putting biting pressure with my lips. He was rock hard
and sticking straight up. Finally I tasted him with my tongue
and it was everything I had hoped for. I wet his penis, took my
mouth off of it and rubbed its wetness across the outside of my
mouth, across my cheeks and across my nose. Ah, the smell of it
and the feel of it on my face. I kissed it then took all of him
into my mouth and moved up and down on him, licking and sucking.
Within thirty seconds, his thighs tightened and I felt his whole
pelvis shudder as he spurted his boyload into my mouth. I
withdrew him, all but the head so that I could feel his semen
flow from the end of his dick onto my tongue and I tasted the
saltiness of this tiny mandick’s treasure. Shawn was giving me
all he had. I swallowed his love cum and sucked his dick until
he had no more. There is nothing like boycum. And nothing like
the taste and smell of puberty.

Where he had leaned back and tensed his body, he relaxed as if he
were dead of exhaustion. I looked up at him as I took his
boyhood from my mouth and kissed it and rubbed again around my
mouth and face.

“Oh wow. That’s the first time it ever felt THAT good!” Shawn
closed his eyes and opened his mouth as he lay on the couch,
totally spent. I leaned forward and kissed his lips. He closed
them only slightly and remained totally relaxed so I could kiss
him and lick his beautiful mouth. I held his cheeks in my hands
and kissed all over his boyface.

“You are so sweet, Shawn.” I just held him, kissed him, and
stroked his curly hair. “You’re just delicious. I want to lick
you all over.”

He just lay there but whispered, “After that, you can do whatever
you want.”

“I havent had enough of you yet, boy.” I whispered back.

With that, I reached down and slipped his underpants off of him.
His dick was still swollen but no longer hard. Shawn was small
for his age so I easily lifted his legs upwards. I ran my hands
under his oversized shirt from his hips up his sides and across
to his shoulders and back down his chest. I carressed his flat,
hairless chest, down across his belly and ran my hands to the
outside, taking his boy bottom in my hands. The cheeks of his
fanny were warm to the touch and babysoft. I spread them to
reveal the innner place of his rear end.

“I’m going to lick you everywhere,” I whispered, as i lifted his
pelvis up. His soft legs were over my head and resting on my
shoulders and back. In doing so, his cheeks were spread so I
could see every pubescent part of him. I bent down and licked
the length of his dick. In short strokes, I lowered my tasting
to his boysack and licked his balls all around, lingered at their
base, just and inch from his hairless ass. As I ran my toungue
around the edges, I knew he was enjoying the sensation for his
ballsac witdrew and became rough and firm. And I licked further
down; my tougue sampling the ridge of rough skin between his
balls and his bumhole. I knew he was enjoying the warm wetness
of my tongue in a place he had never felt a mouth’s sensation.

And then I moved to the reddish flower that was his most private
place. All over the crack of his little bottom, I gave him a
tonguing that thought about the similarity between the lips of
his bottom and the lips of his mouth. It caused me to suddenly
explode in my own lap. I could hardly concentrate on the washing
I was giving him, my orgasm was so intense. My whole body
shuddered in a climax caused with no stimulation except for the
feeling of my tongue and my mouth on his perfect little fanny.

I hardly noticed that Shawn’s dick had grown to its former size
and was invitingly sticking straight towards his bellybutton.
When the rush of my own cumming subsided, I could see that he
wanted more. So I moved back to give my attention to his boyrod.
This time he would not be so quick to reach his climax.

As Shawn lay on his back with his eyes closed, I told him to just
stay relaxed and enjoy the feelings I was giving him. His legs
remained up around my neck. I reached to my thigh, dipped my
index finger in my own spent orgasm and wet his anus with it.
And then I continued gently sucking, licking and prodding his
penis as I fingered his rectum. My finger did not go in easily
except for the fluid which made it easier. I only entered with
the tip of my finger for I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
I just played with his asshole, fingering in and out and around.
I concentrated most of my attention is his firm dick and I felt
his excitement build to a peak that spent once again in my mouth.
He came less this time but I enjoyed it nonetheless as I watched
his stomach muscles tighten and felt the muscles in his groin
spasm a half dozen times to feed me what of his boyjuices
remained in him.

“That was two good ones for me,” he sighed. And then he got up
and pushed me backwards so this time it was ME who was laying on
my back. “Lets have a look at this,” he said as he uncovered me
to return my favors.

Shawn was surprised to see that I had already cum. “When did
THAT happen?”

“When I was licking your buns, pal. You made me cum in my
pants,” I said softly, as I watched him clean me up with his
wadded up underpants.

He grinned. “Yeah, that was different. You can do that to me
again if you like it so much.”

“Count on it, Shawn. I’ll be here for a week.” We leaned up and
watched the credits to the movie we’d missed. As the tape
started to rewind, I kissed my loveboy on the mouth again, got up
and said “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I Fuck My Own Mouth

I have often wondered whether I am more or less unique in the ability to
suck my own cock, and would be interested in hearing from others with this
ability. The following post is intended both as a description of my own
method and as a primer for those who would like to try.

Here is my method: First, I lie on my back on the bed,
usually with my ass at the bottom edge of the bed so that my
head is just about in the center of the bed. Next, I lift my
legs up and above my head so that my feet are resting fairly
high on the wall behind me and my cock is positioned above my
head several inches away. This much is easy, and any
reasonably flexible person should be able to replicate it. Continue reading I Fuck My Own Mouth

Innocent And Lustful Eyes

I met her on a warm summer evening, her eyes were the first thing that
intrigued me about her. She looked like a picture that was a
combination of lust and innocence.

I asked her how she was this fine evening, she looked at me like I just
ruined a perfect thought. I thought to myself “What a stupid thing to
say”. She replied “I don’t know, you tell me”. I was not sure but I
thought I caught a glimmer of a smile.

Being a very cautious, I told her she looked wonderful to me. This
seemed to please her.

In the few minutes we had been talking she seemed to relax. I finally
looked at her whole form. Continue reading Innocent And Lustful Eyes

Sex At Work

My first experience with sexual harassment on the job just occurred and
I can tell you I thorough enjoyed every harassing minute of it. It all
started when I changed jobs joining a large company and working for a
female boss. This was new to me but since she was fairly young and very
good looking with a great figure my mind went into its flights of
fantasy from my first day. Mary my boss is about 38 and stands 5′ 10″
and has a figure that runs 36 26 37. She is blond and has a way of
putting men at ease immediately. Mary wears fashionable clothing which
while not flaunting her obvious charms is quite seductive and sometimes
a bit revealing.

As soon as I was hired I was put in charge of the implementation of a
major accounting system with deadlines like tomorrow which meant plenty
of overtime and lots of problems. In addition management was overseeing
all aspects of the project with a microscope. One day while going to
corporate headquarters with Mary I noticed her deeply slit skirt had
opened up while she was driving and exposed her legs to her upper thigh. Continue reading Sex At Work

Hypnosis Sideeffects

When most people inquire about hypnosis in the bedroom
they are incredulous about it. It is not really a sleep, but
rather an altered state of consciousness or awareness. To give
you examples that each of us encounter in everyday life, I
believe the following will suffice. Have you ever traveled from
your home to work while your mind was on something other than
driving? You often arrive and don’t remember how you got there.
How about driving on a long trip in the morning after being well
rested over night? The road has an hypnotic effect on many of us,
and we seem to dose off. Continue reading Hypnosis Sideeffects

Cheating Spouses

Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her
parent’s at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon,
wanted to move out, away from her rich father’s influence. Even though
he had the best intentions in the world, Melisa didn’t want her husband
conforming to her father’s conservative way of life, which she felt
Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could
be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melisa didn’t want him getting
any worse.
Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected
job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead
used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into
accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father
had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position
within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and
they moved away to Simon’s home town in northern Wisconsin. Continue reading Cheating Spouses

Sex Fantasy Of Lisa

Since I started using this board my biggest fantasy
revolves around Lisa Thomas. I want to meet Lisa on a corner.
She will be dressed like a common whore; wearing a low cut red
top which is cut just above the nipples, and a short , short
dress. She is wearing high heels and her legs are clad in black
fishnet stockings which attach to a black garter belt. she is
wearing crotchless silk panties and a matching sling bra. Her
shapely ass is accented by the shortness of her skirt. She is
attracting the attention of every one who walks by , however,
she stands there acting aloof. As I walk by she reaches out and
grabs my tie and steps out in front of me and gives a sly
smile. Continue reading Sex Fantasy Of Lisa

Swinger Sex Story

Our parties are usually nothing to be laughed at and this one
turned out to be no exception.

We didn’t have as many people as we expected but we did get the ‘core’
group of people together so we had a quality party rather than a quantity
party. On the whole, it was a WONDERFUL occasion. Steve, as usual, brought a
gorgeous woman along to introduce to the crowd.

Shelly was incredibly cute. A little short, 5’4″ or so, and a little
heavy, but, for some reason I was immediately attracted to her. I walked over
to Steve and whispered in his ear Continue reading Swinger Sex Story

A Man’s Fantasy about Two Women

I have been thinking much about Dianne lately. You see, she is a very
beautiful single woman, very open sexually, and very caring for others (it is
difficult for a man, and some women, to resist such a combination). I met her
several months ago — of all places — in the waiting room of my dentist,
where she shared with me her business (which is of no relevance to this
story). My wife, Kristin, and I decided a few weeks later to join her
business venture, and because of this association we have since developed a
very close friendship with Dianne.

Kristin apparently has also of late been thinking a lot about Dianne.
The signs are obvious — daily phone calls, visits to her apartment, her name
being brought up in our conversation, etc. Last week, Dianne and Kristin went
backpacking by themselves to the local wilderness area while I kept our two
kids at home (it is important for my wife, a financial planner, to get away
from the daily grind and enjoy her friends apart from me)….

Last Friday, Dianne called me up and wanted me to meet her for lunch at
our favorite restaurant. After a light lunch with some equally light but
strangely forced conversation, Dianne looked into my eyes with a look that
I’ve never seen before, a look of fear combined with a look of desire, and
asked, “Mark, it is difficult for me to say this, but I have fallen in love
with both you and Kristin.”

I didn’t know how to respond to this. On the one hand, my sexual desire
for her was burning bright, and I got excited about what was soon to
transpire, yet her simultaneous love for my wife confused, scared, and
intrigued me. What could I say? I looked at her for a moment, and without
thinking I said, “Does Kristin know your feelings for her? As far as I know,
Kristin is straight, and has never in our relationship stated anything to the
contrary. All I know is that my desire for you is very strong, and that I
have wanted for several weeks to make love to you.”

“I know about your feelings for me,” Dianne replied, “I could see it in
your actions, in your words, and in your eyes. And my feelings for you are
just as strong. Kristin knows about my love for her and for you, and she is
in love with me as she is in love with you. It was during our backpacking
trip that we expressed our love for one another.”

I didn’t know what to think, I was really confused by my feelings. “But
why are you telling me this? What do you want from me if you and Kristin are
lovers?” I asked.

Dianne replied, “Kristin wanted me to tell you these things if I felt
from our conversation that it would not damage your marriage relationship —
she wants me to tell you that she still loves you deeply. She has known for
awhile that you were infatuated with me. You know, women can see these
things. I desire you so much and I want to make love to you. Let’s go back
to my apartment and there we can enjoy one another and talk more about this
crazy situation.”

Making love to Dianne that afternoon was heavenly. Her body, though
short, was well proportioned, more like a 21 year old rather than her real age
of 35. Her breasts were not large, and not small, but were of the right size,
firm and did not sag one bit — taking her brassiere off, which was a low-cut
front snap design, was an experience I’ll never forget. When I cupped her
breasts in my smallish hands, I wished that I could become her brassiere so I
could cup her breasts all day. And Dianne was sexually free, boy, was she
free. She was even more open about her sexuality than Kristin, and Kristin
has always been a tiger in bed.

What was even more surprising to me was that my sexual excitement was
greatest whenever I fantasized my wife Kristin making love to Dianne while I
was watching. In these fantasies, Kristin and Dianne totally shared their
bodies — there was no inhibition of any kind. The number 69 appeared often
in my mind. And I imagined my throbbing, erect penis being inside Dianne’s
vagina from the rear, while Kristin, my beautiful wife, was in front massaging
Dianne’s clitoris and sucking on her breasts, and that Dianne was massaging
Kristin’s swollen clitoris. And I imagined that we all came to orgasm at the
same time this way. What a fantasy!

After one hour of sheer erotic sex (I have never made love to a woman
who could have several strong orgasms in a row like Dianne could), we lay
together exhausted. I asked Dianne, “When did you and Kristin first make
love?”

She said, “During our backpacking trip. It was cold, and we were close
to each other in our sleeping bags. And we just talked, and slowly we got
closer, more intimate, touched each other more, and finally we were making
love. Kristin said to me afterwards that that was the first time she ever had
sex with a woman. She never consciously realized before that she was
bisexual, although she said that she recalled having strong feelings for other
women before. Her greatest fear was that you would reject her for being
bisexual and for making love to me.”

I said, “If she made love to a man, I would have been jealous and a
little angry — I’m sounding a little hypocritical here — but the thought of
her making love to another woman, especially you, excites me, and I don’t know
why. Maybe most men would be turned off and very angry if they were faced
with this situation, but I’m not. I really would like to watch you and
Kristin make love and I want to share in your lovemaking, for I want Kristin
to be happy and I know that you and I can sexually fulfill her in ways that I
cannot alone.” Dianne smiled, hugged me, gave me a dreamy kiss, and said, “I
would like that. I love you. And tell Kristin when you see her that I love
her, too.”

When I came home in the evening, it was, suffice to say, a very unusual
conversation. I told Kristin that I was with Dianne that afternoon, that we
made love, that I knew about Kristin’s love affair with Dianne, that I am not
angry or jealous, that I loved both of you, and that I would like all three of
us to make love to one another. Kristin was quite taken aback by what I said,
but she quickly recovered with a look of anticipation and desire that I have
never seen in her before. Kristin then said, “Let’s send the kids to my
mother’s for the weekend, I’ll think of a good excuse, and invite Dianne to
stay with us.” I agreed to this, we called Dianne, she readily agreed and we
were all excited. Needless to say Kristin and I made passionate love that
evening and we later talked very openly about the different ways we could make
love together with Dianne.

….Watching two passionate women, who love each other, mutually gratify
their sexual desires is something that every man should see — and I’m not
talking about those loveless scenes one sees in most X-rated films. Men can
learn an awful lot about how to please a woman sexually by watching how a
woman does it to another woman. After all, who knows more about a woman than
another woman?…

Kristin and Dianne were obviously very much in love with each other.
You could feel the passionate heat they generated even before they touched
each other. They made me sit in a chair while I watched them in bed. They
each wore a negligee, and I could see the outlines of their breasts and of
their black triangle of hair where female sexuality resides. They obviously
loved the way they were dressed, since they looked at each other just as I was
looking at them. They started with slow kisses, which became more passionate
as time went on — it seemed like an eternity. Their hands, which started out
being fixed on each others back, became more and more mobile. There was no
part of their bodies that their hands did not touch. Kristin, my beautiful
wife, was gasping at every caress given by Dianne. Dianne, being very turned
on by now, loosened Kristin’s negligee and took it off, gloriously revealing
Kristin’s body to both of us. “Your breasts are so beautiful,” Dianne said,
“please let me kiss them.” Kristin pulled Dianne’s head to her breasts and
moaned “more” as Dianne eagerly yet tenderly licked them.

Dianne then broke the kisses, got on her back, and told Kristin, who was
sitting upright on her knees, to move forward until her vulva was near
Dianne’s mouth, as she has done for me several times. Dianne eagerly thrust
out her tongue to Kristin’s moist clitoris, and licked and kissed and sucked
it in a way I’ve never done for Kristin before. You could see Kristin’s body
slowly swaying, like a pendulum, which started to speed up as Dianne speeded
up her tongue motion. Then, in a frantic way that I have never heard Kristin
say, she said, “Please… more.” At that moment, Dianne inserted one finger
into Kristin’s vagina and another finger from the other hand into her anus and
began to earnestly and rhythmically bring her down the home stretch with her
tongue and lips and fingers. Kristin exploded into a orgasm that I have never
seen in any woman before, even Dianne on Friday. She gasped and fell limp on
the bed, exhausted, and content. I was in awe.

As Dianne was slowly caressing Kristin during her short time of
recovery, my passion arose to a height I’ve never felt before. I walked over
to the bed, took my clothes off (so I could relieve the pressure of my
super-erect penis) and got on the bed next to Dianne and started to kiss her.
I helped Dianne take off her negligee, revealing her beautiful breasts with
very hard and erect nipples; I could feel the animal heat emanate from her
vagina, begging for satisfaction. She then took hold of my very hard penis
and began to rub it firmly, and then went down on me and began to lick and
suck it. I could feel the moistness around her mouth, no doubt from Kristin’s
vaginal juices. Dianne then completely inserted my penis into her mouth as
far as it could go and really began to suck. It was a beautiful experience.
As I approached an explosive orgasm, but before it was too late, she let go of
my penis, leaned back on the bed, with her beautiful breasts pointing
majestically upward, and begged Kristin to come down on her.

Kristin, whose passion was beginning to come back again, got on her
hands and knees and began to lick Dianne’s clitoris with her tongue. Kristin,
being very flexible, had no trouble with this position. Kristin’s
super-swollen vulva revealed itself to me in all its splendor in this
position, which I could not resist; I entered Kristin from the rear, reached
around her to massage her swollen and moist clitoris and her erect nipples.
When I did this, my wife began to moan, and increased her tempo on Dianne.
Dianne began to moan wildly, too, and Kristin reached up to cup Dianne’s
breast and knead them vigorously. For one minute this went on, and as I
approached ejaculation, Kristin sensed that, quickened the pace, and brought
Dianne closer to ecstasy. We all reached climax at about the same time. My
orgasm was the most intense I have ever experienced. I felt as if I filled
Kristin up to the brim.

This did not end here. Kristin continued her oral caress on Dianne’s
clitoris in the most loving, tender, and yet vigorous manner, and from this
very delicious stimulus, Dianne had four more orgasms in the next few minutes;
each orgasm was more intense than the previous one. Her last orgasm was so
intense and obviously so pleasurable that Kristin broke down and cried for
Dianne in happiness. We all then fell into a long and dreamy sleep, snuggling
close together, to recharge for another round several hours later (I’ll spare
you the details of our subsequent lovemaking, except that it was even better).

Many would say that nothing good could ever result from a bisexual
menage a trois such as ours; however, Kristin’s and my love for each other was
enhanced by this experience (which, by the way, never happened again with
Dianne, for reasons that will remain unsaid to the outside world). I also
learned how to become a better lover to Kristin, since my teachers were two
beautiful women who passionately loved one another and understood one another
in ways that men can never fathom.

Archive-name: 3plus/2grlfant.txt
Archive-author: Mark O. Zorro
Archive-title: A Man’s Fantasy about Two Women

Song Of Lust

Beauty is an aphrodisiac. A warm, humid breath whispered from lungs pumped with hot blood. To feel it against the skin, is to know a wisdom in passion. What is there to know beyond knowing passion? In a whisper of breath, know the nature of beauty: it is the joy of pleasure, of souls feeling a heat to the skin. In such a way, Alexis understood passion: that it is a physical energy for spiritual consumption. “I’ve felt my body sing while making love,” she was saying, “but too often that song drowns that of the soul.” “It ‘s easy to bring bodies to orgasm,” said Ilene. “Perhaps the song you want to hear is in the lingering notes of a body seeking release, in its yearning. What if the body craved release so badly that it looked to the soul as a lover?” There was no answer to Ilene’s question: the experience was the answer. “I would die to feel like that,” Alexis said. The thought was abstract, but it stroked her body’s length like a silken dress falling from her shoulders. “You’ve already begun,” Ilene replied in a smooth voice. Continue reading Song Of Lust