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Subject: {ASSM} Deja Vue, 1/2, a flashing MMF story by Marc
Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2000 04:10:03 -0500
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It was a story book romance. We met through a personal 
ad. Both of us were in our early 30's, both childless in our 
first marriages, and both divorced for a couple of years. 

Three dates later we were lovers. 

Jerry was an exquisite lover. My experience had been 
that first times with other lovers were often disappointing -
- too fast, too rushed.

"Slow down," I pleaded, "I don't want to rush."

"I'll go slow, Barbara" he insisted, "but I want you naked 
now!"

I thought he would be quick, most guys  lost control 
quickly.  I was ready for that, even if it hurt, sometimes. 
"Jerry, I have some KY in the bath room. Let me get that, 
it'll be easier. . ."

"We're not going to need that," he promised, "there's no 
hurry now."

He took his time.

Kisses on the lips, long, soft kisses.

On the neck.

On the shoulder.

Lower, teasing forever it seemed, until I took his head in 
my hands and guided it to the center of the breast he had 
been teasing, so I could finally feel his tongue on my 
nipple.

His tongue  teased my belly, my navel.

My ankle, my knee, my inner thigh.

I've never had a first time lover do that, go so slowly, so 
erotically, but he did, and he positioned his own body so 
that I might hold his leg, but he wasn't interested in me 
pleasuring him - he wanted to do all of the work, and he 
told me so.

I tried to push his head, to center him over me, but he 
refused.

Finally, at last, he took my hands from holding his head 
and guided them to my pelvis, instead. 

He looked up at me, his head was between my knees 
now, and his body further down the bed.

"Open yourself."

"Huh?" I didn't understand.

He positioned my hands on either side of my vulva, finger 
tips right at the edges, and with his hands over mine, 
caressed them into a spreading motion.

"Open yourself for me, open yourself wide!"

No one had ever asked me to do that before! I did what 
he wanted.

I felt a cooling as his breath excited me, and then a shock 
as I felt the softest touch, it must have been his tongue, 
on my clit!

An orgasm, 

just      like   that!

A little while later, another, as his tongue served as a 
surrogate penis.

Finally, lifting up, his face wet with him and me, he said 
"Barbara, I can't wait any longer. I need to be in you."

"Don't wait," I told him, "do it  now. "

I pulled him up over me, felt him, his penis, there, guided 
it to me, felt him penetrate - ecstasy! He was right: In his 
hands I didn't need lubrication from a tube, I produced 
more than enough!

He controlled himself a long time, sometimes going fast 
and hard, sometimes slowly, but still hard, until after what 
seemed like hours, he said "I can't hold back much more, 
I'm sorry, I have to . . ."

And his pace increased, I held his cock as he pushed in. I  
felt in it his bounding pulse, felt that other feeling, too, as 
that vein throbbed, and he emptied himself into me.

"I'm sorry," he said moments later, "I was too excited, I 
couldn't wait."

Couldn't wait? It was 1 AM, and I know we were in the 
bed at 11!

I had,  while we were making love, worried that maybe I 
wasn't exciting enough for him, he seemed to be able to 
go on forever, at least compared to other lovers I've 
known. He couldn't wait? He thought that was fast? Wow! 
What'll happen when he can control himself? Those were 
wonderful thoughts to fall asleep with in the arms of this 
man.

Over the next weeks, he showed me what would happen 
when he had control. Love making, at least his version of 
it, took time. Hours, sometimes all afternoon, and when 
we spent the night together, most of the night..

"You're a wonderful lover," I told him many times.

"Only with you," he assured me, and went on to 
demonstrate just how wonderful he was at it.

It was inevitable that we began sharing friends, too. We 
were spending so much time at each other's place we 
were thinking about admitting what was going on, and 
living together, too.

"I want you to meet Jack," he said. He told me Jack had 
been his friend for ten years - Jack knew his first wife, 
helped him emotionally through his divorce, and had 
been an all around good guy.

Jack had been on a month's vacation - in the month Jerry 
and I met, dated, became lovers, became an 'item' among 
our other friends.

I did want to meet Jack, the man who meant so much to 
Jerry. "Dinner for the three of us at Jason's", Jerry told 
me. Jack was breaking up with his girlfriend, and didn't 
want to share the evening with anyone but his good friend 
so he could meet me. "He wants to see if you meet the 
standards he's set for my girlfriend," Jerry told me with a 
smile.

My god, Jack was a doll! He was handsome, as 
handsome as Jerry, but in a different way. Tall, dark 
haired, with a wonderful warm smile.

"I wish I had met you before Jerry did," Jack said, the 
ultimate complement for a woman like me.

"Well, I'm glad to meet you too," I told him, "But Jerry's 
the guy for me, even if you are tall dark and handsome."

It was a wonderful dinner, I was being escorted by two 
handsome men who were good friends, and one of them 
was my lover. 

"There's not a woman here who's not jealous of me," I 
announced, looking over the crowded room. 

"There's not a woman here as lovely, any of those guys 
would trade places with either of us," Jack said.

I was basking in the attention throughout the meal. 

Afterwards we walked toward Jack's apartment,  me in the 
middle, a handsome man on each side. 

"Huh?" Jack said something I missed.

"I just said  'deja vue' to Jerry, Barbara."

"About what? What's that mean?"

Jerry changed the subject: "Jack, let's not go there. We 
can go right home. It's been a great evening."

Jerry knew me well enough to know I was going to get to 
the bottom of the deja vue comment. He knew for sure 
that his attempt to distract me wasn't going to work.


"Oh, come on up, have a drink," Jack said.

"Yeah, Jerry, let's go up, I'm having a good time," I cast 
my vote, too.

In a couple of moments we were in the apartment, brandy 
in snifters, enjoying the view of the city and lake.

"What did you mean, deja vue, downstairs?" I asked, 
being relentless.

"Well," Jack started, when Jerry interrupted - "We really 
should be going, Barbara."

There was a secret here, and I wanted to know it, and 
Jerry knew I wouldn't give up. 

That -- what Jerry just did, is called a pull away close in 
sales training, and I'm a sucker for it..

"Come on, talk!"

There was hemming and hawing, and finally after Jack 
extracted a  promise that I'd bear no grudges, agreed to 
tell me what it was about.

"A couple of months ago, before Jerry even met you, the 
girl I just broke up with and I took him to dinner where we 
went last night,"

"Oh, you mean just like tonight, except it was your girl 
friend?"

"That's right, that's what happened," Jerry said, 
interrupting Jack.

Jack countered: "Not only that. She said she liked being 
with two handsome guys, too."

"I can understand that," I said.

"There's more. We got here and were sitting like this." 
We were all three on the sofa, facing the window, the 
lights were low, it was a romantic setting.

"I began kissing her," Jack said, "and then to keep things 
fair she said she wanted to kiss Jerry, too."

"Oh."

"Well, one thing led to another, and, well, it didn't end 
with kisses."

"Oh.  Uh, where did it end? You mean . . .?"

 "Uh, Barbara, it's not polite for men to talk about things 
like this. Let me just say the three of us had a great time 
messing around."

I sat up. This was new stuff to me. Two men, one woman! 
A sudden thought: "Are you two, like, gay, or something?"

"No, no, Jerry and I are as heterosexual as can be. But I'll 
tell you, it was sexy for her, and for me."

"Ah, and you were thinking that circumstances were 
almost the same, and. . :

"Yeah, something like that."

"And Jerry, you went along with that, just like that?"

"Yeah, I guess so, I did."

"Wow. Two men and one woman. That's mind boggling. 
Two handsome men and one woman. Is that why you 
broke up with her, Jack, because of that?"

"No, no. She just got a great job out of state, and she 
became 'geographically undesirable'. We still see each 
other, but not with Jerry, of course, but the relationship 
has ended for that reason, not because of what happened 
here."

"Let's go, Barbara," Jerry pleaded. Another pull away.

"Not yet, honey. Tell me, did doing those things to her 
with Jack there bother you? Did you think it bothered 
Jack?"

"No to both questions. I think we should go."

I wasn't ready to go, not yet. I was learning things about 
the man I thought I loved.

"Jack, did it bother you?"

"No, of course not. It was fun. Great fun. I mean, what 
could be nicer? I was here with a girl I really liked, and my 
best friend was here too, and the conditions were just 
right, and those things happen. It made a wonderful 
memory for me, and I know for her, and I think for Jerry, 
too. Right, Jerry?"

"Yeah, it is a nice memory, but that was then. Honey, 
don't be mad about this," Jerry told me. "It started out 
light-hearted and fun, it happened only once, and 
everyone went away happy."

"Is that true?" I asked Jack.

"Sure is."

Jerry kissed me, closed mouthed, gently.

"I'm not mad," I assured him.

Jack was watching.

"I thought he could kiss better than that - he sure did that 
night," he said, and put a hand on either of my cheeks, 
turned my face to him, and kissed me.

It started soft, hardly touching.

Then his lips parted, I could feel that.

A moment later, his tongue was at my lips, then between 
them.

It was almost involuntary on my part, my own lips opened, 
and our tongues touched.

Electricity crackled.

Finally he stopped - it was surprising to me, he began 
moving away, and I followed him, holding onto the kiss 
those last few seconds.

Erotic doesn't come close to the feeling of having a 
handsome man kiss me while my boyfriend watched.

"I'm beginning to understand how something like that 
could happen," I muttered. 

"It's as natural as water running downhill", Jack said.

He kissed me again. More fireworks.

"As natural as that."

"Jerry," I asked, turning to him, "was it just like that? Is 
that how it started?"

"Like deja vue?" Jack asked, and after a thoughtful 
moment Jerry responded: "Deja vue." 

I looked from one to the other: they were waiting for me to 
say something. I couldn't resist, or at least didn't want to. 

They both looked at me. There was a long pause. 

"It's not deja vue for me. . ." I finally said, "Too bad," Jack 
sighed, until I continued ". . .because I wasn't here."

"Oh? And if you had been here?"

"It could be, I understand how it could have happened," I 
agreed, looking at my boyfriend. 

"Good," he said, "I'm glad you understand," and used the 
moment to pull me toward him, and our lips met in a not 
very subtle passionate kiss - mouths open, tongues 
caressing - more exciting than most kisses,  and even 
more exciting because Jack was watching.

"Being kissed by two handsome men," I muttered, "what 
more could a woman want?"

"Well, maybe I can offer a suggestion or two as to what 
you might like," Jack said. "For instance, this sofa opens, 
and it's much more comfortable looking at the view laying 
down. I'll show you, if you get up."

It took him just a minute to remove the cushions, and flip 
open the sofa. It turned into a queen sized bed. In 
another moment he had the top sheet folded back, and 
the upper part of the bed inclined as a back board.

"Your place is in the middle," he said.

"Is this what happened when your girlfriend was here with 
the two of you?"

"Yes" -- "No" Jack and Jerry talked over each other. 
"Well, almost," they said almost in unison.

"How is it different?"

"Marsha -- she was my girlfriend -- she was very fussy 
about keeping her clothes neat."

"She undressed??"

"No, no. She just borrowed a robe that she changed into 
so her clothes wouldn't get all wrinkled."

"A robe?"

"Yeah, that's all. But you know, it was really exciting to 
have her between us wearing a robe. It helped make it 
something I'll never forget."

My mind soared at the image of  being on this sofa, this 
bed, between these two guys, in a robe instead of my 
pants suit. What an erotic idea.

Jerry offered support: "I agree, I couldn't forget that night, 
ever."

Well, if she did it . . .

"Uh, I could understand that. don't want to get my clothes  
all wrinkled, either. Jerry, would you mind if Jack gave me 
a robe or something like that to wear?"

"No, get comfortable -- get as comfortable as you like."

"Come with me, Barbara."

Jack lead me to a guest bath room. "There's one of my 
robes in the closet. There's some of Marsha's stuff still 
here too, for when she comes back to visit, but . . .."

"I wouldn't want to wear anything of hers, Jack."

"I understand that."

He left. 

What would it be, I wondered, as I took off my jacket? 
Pantyhose and bra underneath the robe?

Who was I kidding? I wanted to feel soft and erotic. If I 
went out there with this robe on I would feel that way. It 
would be for fun -- but only that, nothing serious. 

So I completely undressed, and was so aware of feeling 
sexy, and hot, and even wet, as I wrapped the robe 
around myself, and tied the belt tightly around my waist.

The guys were on the sofa, shirts open at the collar, 
shoes and socks off, when I came back into the room.

"You look wonderful," Jerry told me. "Come on here by 
me. Come here, between us."

I did.

For a few minutes we all lay there, looking out over the 
city lights, a peaceful and romantic moment.

"Come here, Barbs."

I rolled toward Jerry, and assumed my usual comfortable 
position with him, on my side, my upper leg over his hip, 
my arms around him. My head was on one of his arms, 
the other reached over my waist, and pulled me tighter.

"Do you mind if I kiss you here?" he whispered.

I didn't answer in words, I just held him tighter, and 
covered his mouth with mine.

"Oh, that's sexy," Jack muttered, and I could feel him 
move on the sofa-bed while Jerry and I held each other.

He rolled behind me, and then  I was between the two of 
them, being pressed into each of them by the other.

I knew Jerry was aroused, I could feel that extra hardness 
in his groin pushing into me, and then there was Jack's 
pelvis against my buttocks -- more than just his pelvis 
pushing there, too. One of his hands crept over my waist, 
and pulled me against him.

"All this attention, it's nice," I said. "I think I understand 
how your Marsha liked it."





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