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Man's Fantasy About Two Women (MFF)
by Lacitive Man (c) 1995

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.
