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-=[ 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.
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