Passion & Perspective
by Adam Gunn

copyright 2013

Chapter 11

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Molly really did enjoy her hobby, making love to various men. We were discussing the topic one day, and she told me, "I like how they're attracted to me. It's not that I ever felt ignored or anything, but back when I was in my twenties, before we met, it seemed like every guy wanted to pick me up. Then, after we got married that went away. Of course, I didn't want the attention, I was a bride and that meant I had to give up other guys."

"But you've always flirted," I protested.

"Yes, but it's always been innocent. Even if the guy took it the wrong way, I knew nothing was ever going to happen. Now, when we meet a guy and I flirt, there's this dangerous little overtone that something might actually happen, that I'll be able to take it to the next step or even all the way. Sometimes I'll meet a guy while I'm jogging or in the supermarket, and I tingle for awhile, thinking 'what if'. And that's very exciting. Of course, when we meet a guy from SLS, and I know that there's a good chance I'll wind up in bed with him, it's intoxicating."

Another time she related, "I love the way men aren't the same. They do things just a little different. It's not that I'm bored with you, dear, it's just that we know each other so well that we do things almost by rote. With a new guy, I never know what he'll do next. And I find myself exploring - will he like a nipple tweaked? What will he smell and taste like?"

"What's the best part of sex with somebody new?" I asked.

"Oh, that's easy. The first kiss. You can tell so much by that. If he'll be aggressive, if I'll have to take the lead, if he's gentle or rough, oh everything. And then there's the foreplay. The first time with Mark, I was amazed at the way he felt my breast. He came up from the bottom, wasn't in a hurry, and played with the aureole for awhile without going directly for the nipple. It drove me nuts, and when he actually did touch it, it was like electricity. That's just an example, dear, nearly every guy I've had since we started had some little quirk that was different. It's fun! What's your favorite part?"

"You mean when I'm watching you? Well, the moment that drives me nuts is when he enters the very first time, watching you accept him inside you. It means you've got one more man that you're a lover with. And then, I love watching your face as you're having an orgasm."

We talked about things such as that quite a bit, it made the hobby a shared sport, and not just something she did alone.

Through the fall and winter we normally had between two and four men that we were corresponding with on SLS, men that might or might not become Molly's partner. One man was on our list for seven months before we finally met, it was an issue of our schedules not meshing. A couple of the guys got frustrated, said that we were teasing them, that we had no intention of ever meeting them. Molly insisted we drop those guys immediately, if we ever did meet them for a drink the atmosphere might be acrimonious, and if she decided not to take it further, then it could get uncivil. We could afford to be picky, there were so many single men looking for a woman that the ones who disqualified themselves could be replaced easily.

Throughout those six months we met nine men, three of whom Molly, and in one case I, rejected because they just didn't feel right. The one I rebuffed was all about himself, boasting of how he'd been with so many women, that all of them felt he was the best lover they'd ever had, that two women had wanted to leave their husbands after they'd had sex with him. Molly joked later that I caused her to miss God's gift to women, and said she was tempted just to see if he had anything at all in the sack, but I was sure she wasn't upset with my veto.

Why so few? From the pool of applicants Molly could have easily had a new lover every week, even two a week. But we didn't have unlimited time, there were other things in our lives, work, social engagements, the holidays came upon us. And then there was the thought that we wanted these things to be special, not become just an every day occurrence. For example, after Randy we waited three weeks until we both nearly exploded, "Let's have some fun." And we sent an invitation to one of the men on our list, it was accepted for the following weekend, we met at a bar then went to his place, both Molly and I enjoyed ourselves. The man thought it was great as well, but Molly chose not to give him a return engagement, he'd been less than fiery in the bedroom, and with so many others wanting a turn . . .

In fact, we only gave one of those guys a second chance, Molly didn't want another person in our life, for there was Mark.

As time went on, Mark became more and more of a friend, and we would see him once, perhaps twice a month, and Molly might sneak over to his apartment - with my knowledge and permission, of course - two other times during the month. And, surprisingly, sex wasn't always something that happened. When it did, it was wonderful, Molly thought Mark was a fantastic lover and when the three of us went at it, we meshed perfectly, Molly always crawled away from our triads gratified. And Mark and I constantly joked about, and sometimes found, a novel way to excite our lady. But when it didn't, when we just went to a play or jazz club together or for whatever reason we weren't in the mood, it was still a nice night with a friend.

Mark knew we saw men in addition to him, Molly said that a few times when she was in bed with Mark and I wasn't around he'd ask if she'd learned any new tricks, and she'd tell him a tale, and that would excite both of them further. As I said, it was a hobby, and hobbies are better when shared, aren't they?

It was a cold day in February, we were snuggled in bed on a wintry Sunday morning, and I tried to get Molly's attention. "Okay, you've been with two men at one time, would you like more?"

"More than two at one time?" She thought about it. "No, I really don't think so. I mean, I can do things with another guy and you, and sometimes you just like to watch, but if I had three or more guys trying to get my attention at the same time, I don't know what I'd do." The idea of a gang bang was discussed, Molly didn't want to be in one, she didn't think she'd feel safe or in control in such a situation, but it did give her another idea. One we acted on.

There were two men that Molly really liked on SLS, Kendall and Pat, and we sent out invitations for both of them to meet us the following Saturday, Kendall in the afternoon, Pat later. We got a hotel room about twenty miles away. After checking in we puttered around, I put six condoms on the night stand, and Molly made herself up. She donned a scarlet mesh chemise and matching panties, nylons, high heels and a choker. She was a temptress in red, and at 4:30 she sat in a chair and began reading a hardback of erotic stories while I headed for the bar. Kendall was already there, and when he saw that Molly wasn't with me he was a bit taken aback, but we sat at a table and chatted a bit. After I'd sized him up, decided he was acceptable, I got my phone out, dialed Molly, then handed the phone to him.

I could hear his side of the conversation, "Yes, this is Kendall . . . oh, it's nice to hear your voice, too . . . I'd like to meet you, too, I thought you'd be here . . . really? . . . room 417 . . . All right." He handed the phone back to me, and I slid him a room card. "Have fun," I proffered, and he left the table. I sipped my beer, waited the agreed amount of time and then, eighteen minutes after Kendall had left the table, I headed for the elevators. I hesitated at the door to our suite, I could hear the faint slapping of skin but no words, then, precisely twenty minutes after Kendall had entered the room, I followed. There was Molly, kneeling on the bed, her top had been discarded but she still wore her heels, nylons, and panties - they were crotchless - and behind her stood an absolutely naked Kendall, his penis inserted where penises should be, Molly was moving away from him while he pulled back, then with gusto they roared towards each other, creating that lovely smack. I went to the chair, sat, Kendall smiled at me, Molly waved me a kiss and gasped, "Oh, Kendall's pretty good. In fact . . . I think . . . I'm going to . . . oh! OH! OHHHHHHH!" Kendall did seem pretty good, and he just kept going while he made my wife come hard, and then they shifted, Molly in reverse cowgirl. He had his hands all over her ass, with one arm she supported herself, with another she was tickling his balls, and then she started to come again, I noticed her hand went to her clit, and when she was done she laid on the bed, next to him. They kissed, fondled, and then she encouraged him to get on top, her heels high in the air, and she whispered encouragement to him as he let go, his moans soft yet intense. I watched him in his apparently painful grimace, Molly looked at me as he orgasmed, smiled as she gained another satisfied customer. It took him a few minutes to finish, then collapse in exhaustion, then they embraced. "Well, that was different," he remarked.

"How so?"

"Usually, I have to spend at least an hour or two telling you two how much I like you, how it would be an honor and all that, most of the time it's obvious that I should just leave, sometimes they say we'll get together another time, maybe not. It seems like there's so many games to play. I've never just been offered to go into a room and just go at it like I did today. Thank you! Do you guys always do it like this?"

"No," Molly responded, "as a matter of fact, this is the very first time. We wanted so much to meet you, and this was the only time we had for a month or so. I'm sorry you can't stay longer, but we've got that function tonight . . ." we'd told him we were attending an awards banquet at the hotel ". . . and I really do have to get ready for it. Or do you think I should go like this?" We all laughed, he put his clothes on, gave her a last kiss, shook my hand, and he was gone.

"Good?" I asked.

"Pretty good, yes, quite nice in fact."

"Ready for act 2?"

"Can't wait. Order us a salad from room service, won't you?"

While we waited for the tray, Molly took a quick shower, I put the bed clothes back into position and straightened up the rest of the room so it would be impossible to tell Kendall had ever been there. After we finished our salad Molly got into her getup again, and a few seconds before seven o'clock I was back in the bar. There was Pat, and I knew immediately this would be Molly's fancy, tall, slim and athletic, an aggressive air without being egotistic. It only took me a few moments to put him at ease, then I got the phone out. He seemed surprised at the turn of events, but rolled very well with the punch, he quickly gave me a smile, accepted the card and was out the door.

I waited the settled upon twenty minutes, when I arrived in the room Pat and Molly weren't as far along as she had been with Kendall, in fact Pat still had his briefs on, Molly was down to her nylons, she was on her face on the bed, her rump in the air, Pat had his mouth on the button. Molly greeted me, "Glad you got here," and went back to the business of being pleasured. Pat seemed competent with tongue and fingers, Molly came quickly thereafter, scooted around and soon had his underwear off, his baton in her mouth. They seemed in no great hurry to unite, going back and forth between the two types of oral sex and kissing combined with fondling. At last they seemed ready, he put on the condom, sat on the coffee table, she faced him and straddled, it was clear from her wriggles and his grateful expression that he was inside her, the second of the night. Molly had a nice come in that position, they dropped to the carpet and Pat guided her into a angle I'd not seen before, he reclining, she on lying top of him, her back on his legs, his left leg pinioning her to him. She was able to control her movements by pushing with her arms, he could grab her hips and pull or push. "Oh, you should feel this Don, it's hitting my g-spot perfectly," and then she moved into a low groan. Pat smiled at me, it was obvious he'd been in threesomes before, knew that by pleasing the wife he was pleasing the husband as well. I took my clothes off and knelt on the floor, titilating Molly with kisses on lips and nipples, fondling the breasts, and then moving my fingers to her clit, rubbing her to assist in the ravishing, as usual my fingers scraped the top of his penis, it was almost unavoidable and by now I was used to the sensation. I placed my erection at Molly's face, she swallowed it, I closed my eyes, allowing the elation to spread through me. Molly sucked well, and then I felt a hand at my testicles. I thought it was Molly's, but when I looked, it was Pat, fondling my balls. I wondered about this, was it forbidden, was he gay, was I gay, but as it didn't seem to bother Molly, I thought, 'ah, what the hell' and just let it be, although a few moments later, when the paired couple shifted I removed myself from his vicinity. They were in another strange position, he kneeling in front of her, her shoulders on the ground in front of him, somehow she had her bum on his lap, he was able to push in and out of her. From a visual standpoint it seemed quite interesting, but I could tell it wasn't exciting to either of them, and before long he stretched his legs, they were in missionary, I put a pillow under her head, and they went to work. I could tell he was close, Molly pressed up with her legs, alining her vagina a little better for his thrusts, and he was grunting, spouting into my lovely bride.

Moments later they kissed, thank-you-it-was-wonderfuls were exchanged, Pat got up and strode to the bathroom. Molly stood as well, we faced each other, embraced, her breasts against my chest, her well used groin pressed to my cock. "So how was it," I asked, "two in one night?"

"Wonderful, fantastic. They were so different, I enjoyed them both. But I've had two in one night," she meant her other men and me, "and I want three."

"That can be arranged. No problem."

By that time, Pat had emerged from the toilet, he walked to Molly's back and pushed against her, pressing her harder into me. It seemed to a nice sensation for her, and as I kissed her lips, he kissed her neck. We moved to the bed, Molly wasted no time climbing on top of me, Pat sat beside us on the bed. While Molly moved her privates to her own rhythm, taking me along for the ride, Pat kissed her nipples, rubbed her ass. Then, he let his hand descend, I could feel it on my thighs, and then I could feel one of his fingers enter her canal from the rear, it was right next to my penis, inside her, his other fingers bumped my testicles as Molly rose and fell.

For me, the feeling was strange. It didn't feel bad, in fact I was able to enjoy the bizarre sensation, but of course my mind, conditioned to the idea that male to male contact is forbidden, rebelled at the idea. Perhaps he tired of the play, perhaps he felt my unsureness, he moved away, again he was behind Molly, straddling my legs with his, pressing her back with his front, his hands freely roaming her belly and breasts, and when he dipped to tickle her clit there was no more contact with me than I'd found to be normal. This closeness of two men excited Molly, she went into orgasm again, and this brought me to completion, I disgorged, it felt like a large load, for I'd been on the cusp so many times that day, first watching Kendall make love to Molly, then watching and participating as Pat did the same.

This time it was me that went to the bathroom, and when I returned I found that Molly was once again in embrace with Pat, his shank still as limp as mine was, but Molly was having her fun as his hand invaded the promised land. I joined them on the bed, and Molly now made a game of facing first me, then him, toying with both of us, letting us play with her, it was clear she didn't want the night to end just yet. For a few seconds I fantasized that I might go down to the bar, find yet another culprit and let him come up to the room to stimulate Molly with her third - no, fourth - mate of the night, but I soon dropped the idea, for I didn't know if Molly would want it, and the logistics of the plan seemed complicated.

Before long, I saw that Pat was shifting until he had his face between my wife's legs, he was eating her with the slurping noises that accompany such activities. And his rump was in the air, within easy reach of my arms. His penis hung there, semi-erect now, it had been at least forty minutes since he'd peaked, it seemed he might be ready once again that evening, and I was struck with a sudden inspiration. Was it right, I wondered, and then realized I didn't care. I felt the strange rod with my palm, felt the heaviness of his testicles. The shaft responded to my touch, became a bit harder. He didn't take it away from my hand so much as moved to take care of Molly a bit better, in a few moments he had her on her knees, he put another condom on, and thrust into her once again. I was lying next to them, watching the festivity, and he bent and took my limpness into his hand, caressing it gently. For a few seconds I allowed it, after all, hadn't I started it? But soon the strangeness of the situation got the better of me, I shifted above Molly, she took me into her mouth.

I could tell that Molly was enjoying the coition, but was unlikely to come again, she'd reached her wall. On the other hand, she wanted Pat to have everything he wanted, so once again she moved below him, on her back, and he was above her, inside her. She whispered the magic words, "Screw me as hard as you can," and he did, furious heaves meant to push into her as deeply as he could, plunges designed to release the fluid, Molly helped him by putting an arm between them and grabbed the stub of cock she could reach. It took four or five minutes, but discharge he did, Molly taking yet another load.

This time it was Molly's turn to head for the toilet, and the two guys laid on the bed, a good four feet from each other on the gigantic mattress. "Do you guys do this often?" Pat asked.

"Every once in awhile."

"You seem so used to it, so comfortable."

"We are, I guess. Molly likes a variety of men."

By this time she'd rejoined us, sat on the side of the bed beside Pat. "That's not bad of me, is it?" she asked. "I like having different men, I really enjoyed you, Pat, is it any more wrong for me than it is for a man?"

"No, absolutely not," Pat philosophized, "I've always felt that sex is meant to be fun, and I had a lot of fun with you guys tonight."

"I'm so glad," Molly responded. "So did I. How about you, Don?"

"A ball." The undertone in Molly's delivery was kind, but it was obviously meant to convey that the night was over for Pat. He took the hint, put his trousers and shirt on, I got fluffy hotel robes from the closet for Molly and I. When he had everything buckled and buttoned, he took his leave, once again thanking us for the hospitality, a final kiss and hug for Molly, nothing more than a firm handshake with me.

I would have excited Molly more that night had she wanted, but she seemed suddenly fatigued, she dropped off to sleep not more than fifteen minutes after Pat left, I held her then slept myself.

When we were able to dissect the revelry the next day, Molly agreed that it was a ball, but it seemed a little contrived, she was a little sorry that she'd had to kick Kendall out so quickly. Pat was a great playmate, and she might have been tempted to have another fling with him, but since I was ambivalent about it, the male to male contact hadn't quite settled with me yet, we never got around to it.

It was weeks before I brought up the subject with Molly, and her attitude was one of assurance. "Dear, all the preachers say it's wrong for me to have sex with anyone other than you. I don't buy it, you don't either. So the preachers say it's wrong for Pat to touch you, or the other way around. I don't believe that any more than the other. So, it's really up to you. If you don't mind, and Pat doesn't mind, why should I? The next time, if there is one, if you want to do whatever, go right ahead. If I'm the one sitting on the sidelines, I'll be cheering you on, just like you do with me. Don't worry about it."

And I didn't.

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