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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Happy Valentine's Day! It's valentine's day. You've arrived after having a rough day out in the real world. You've brought me a long stem red rose and look forward to a romantic evening. Cum into the bedroom. You'll find the room bathed in soft candle light. I'm laying between the silky sheets. As I see you, I rise to a sitting position, still wrapped in the sheets. I pour you a glass of chilled champagne...I've already had a glass and am, perhaps, a mite giggly. You take a few sips and loosen your clothing as you sit on the bed. Then you notice the small candy hearts I'm wearing on my cheeks. You laugh and take a longer draught of champagne. I sip a little champagne...then tongue the glass as I look wantonly at your body. "The hearts are just attached with frosting...eat them", say I. You nibble at my cheeks while I begin to remove some of your clothes. Then I push my hair back so you can see the tiny cinnamon hearts on my ears. Ah, yes...I like the way you're licking them off. Shivers run down my spine as you search my neck with your tongue, but you do not find any there. Your hunger is growing...you pull the sheet off my shoulders and reveal my arching breasts....They are decorated with little spirals of frosting leading to a heart at each tip. You take your time licking the frosting. I'm squirming now trying to center my tit in your mouth...begging you to nibble the heart off. Instead you back off and sip some more champagne...the pause is excruciating...I want your attention again. I deftly open your belt and zipper exposing a swollen lolipop... I add a little frosting and begin to lick it off...I've got your attention now. I slowly and lightly flick my tongue down your shaft, I mouth, in turn, each of your delectable balls. You have fallen back across the bed and I finish undressing you...still teasing your love zone with my tongue...but never taking you into my mouth...even though you beg. Now, I sip a bit of champagne. You try to pull me back down, but I just smile wickedly and circle my breasts with the glass. You are obliging and seem to enjoy your tasks as you nibble each heart off my tits. Even though you have licked off all the frosting you suck each tit till I tremble and moan. As I arch my back in pleasure your tongue travels to the heart in my navel and you eat that too....darting your tongue in and out of my navel as I fall back on the bed, my bush exposed and arched towards you, newly shaved into a heart for you. There is one last heart on my clit...it says, simply, "eat me". But you are thirsty and ask for more chanpagne instead. I grab the bottle first and pour some out...into my bush and my slit... It tickes me as it bubbles on my lips and I giggle. You bend down and begin to suck out the drink and my giggles turn to moans of pleasure. Your tongue is flicking lightly across my clit and I feel myself soaring higher and higher till my body bursts in pleasure. You take a sip of champagne and offer me the glass. I wet my tongue as you lay back and I see your swollen want arched and waiting. I dribble the rest of the champange over your groin and enjoy it mixed with you musk and your precum juices. I am crouched between your open legs looking occaasionally into your feverish eyes. I raise my tits and capture your hardness between them. Your head juts out from my cleavage as I rub my nipples against your balls and groin. My tongue flicks out to taste your cock...My mouth gets closer to your cock with each flick of my tongue. I am finally in position to take your succulent organ deep into my mouth...tasting and feeling your excitement. I hear you groan as I slide my tongue around your shaft and suck you deeper and deeper. You are almost ready to cum when I kiss your tip and stop. I slide up your body tonguing your navel and nipples. I give you a very wet sloppy kiss and lower my cunt over your cock. I rise to a near sitting position, back arched from the pleasure your fullness gives me. I can feel your hard cock rubbing against my sensitive clit as I move up and down on your shaft. Our eyes are feverish as we fuck together. You squeeze my tits with your hands for a few moments but stop as all your being concentrates on our shared pleasure as we climb together. You feel my whole body trembling and, you release too, in three deep thrusts. I fall upon your chest still feeling your warmth within me. We continue to enjoy pleasing each other with small squeezes and thrusts as our pleasure settles slowly over us. It is such a complete and satisfying feeling, making love with you! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE MEETING (part 2) It's the middle of the night and I wake up. The hum of my watch on the bedstand grabs my attention. "Holy shit... It's after 3 o'clock and I need to be half way across town by 8. Jeez, I'm gonna look like a bum with those wrinkled clothes... Got to get some fresh duds and a shower." I notice the smell of you on my fingers. I put my hand to my nose and briefly feel a minor swelling below my waist. The feeling passes but not the smell. "The cabbie is going to love me smelling like this. Hope he doesn't try to take me home with him..." I stand naked next to the bed, looking down on your sleeping form. "How I wish I could stay with you today. I haven't felt this way about a woman in years. The hurt from the past seems gone, yet may be lurking right around the corner again. Oh, God, I hurt so badly inside yesterday and now it's all gone...but for how long?" Walking around to your side of the bed, I fumble around on the floor picking up the entire pile of clothes - yours and mine. As I stand up - arms full - you stir and begin to open your eyes. Sleepily, you ask "What time is it?" "Three" I whisper. "Do you have to leave?" As I answer a sheepish "Guess so," you slowly roll to the side of the bed near where I'm standing. I want to stay, but the ancient pain of lost love begins to rear its ugly head in my mind. My back is turned slightly toward the bed side. Your hand slowly snakes out of the sheet and rubs my ass gently. I feel the welling in my loins again as you move your hand along the crack of my ass and work it in to my balls. I spread my legs slightly to give you better access. "Turn around" you say. There is nothing I can do...or say...my head heating up again. You quickly pivot off the mattress and take my still somewhat soft cock fully into your mouth. Sucking slowly, all the while running the flat part of your tongue along the base, we both feel the blood flow into it as it swiftly hardens under your expert touch. Slowly, my cock reaches a point where it doesn't fit in your mouth anymore. "Sit down" you mumble... I sit on the edge of the bed as you kneel on the floor; never once letting go of my throbbing cock. I drape my legs over your strong shoulders and you slurp me up and down. The feelings in my body coming much quicker than they did the night before. You feel my hardness grow in your mouth. Quickly, you lick a finger and roll it around my anus. I press downward on in and pull the two halves of my butt apart to give you better access. In no time, your index finger is buried up to the second knuckle as you mouth and finger fuck me. The feelings, oh so strong now. You can sense I'm near my end and you clamp down tightly with your lips and lick furiously at the head of my cock. My mind begins to explode as you tickle my balls with your one free hand. Shit, can it ever stop! I begin to lose control as I hear you moan for me to come inside of you again. The first bit is on its way. A quick pulse and it's yours; swiftly followed by larger and larger amounts. I can feel your throat swallowing each drop as it makes its entrance. You don't stop as you feverishly pump my cock for each bit of fluid. I'm spent, finished.... You say "No, I can't let you go. We'll call room service for some breakfast later, but I want to have you and love you all day long. This has been a long time in the making and it may not roll around again, so I want to make the best of it. You're such a good guy, too; how come nobody's latched onto you yet?" A look of past concerns comes over my face - but just for a moment. I roll back into bed; this time it is you who towel me off and snuggle up to my back. You reach around to my still damp cock and softly hold it in your knowing hand. "Good nite again..." No response....I'm asleep again... ################################################################ ################################################################ My cloudy mind awakens to the smell of fresh coffee; the radio "...she couldn't wait another day for, the captain of her heart..." Gazing toward the window, I see the bright yellow rays of the sun coming through the crack between the curtain halves. Big stretch... Hmmm, she's not there. "Wonder what the heck time it is now. Damn, I feel good." Then I notice a cup of still steaming coffee on the bedstand. "Smart lady," I think; I know. "She knows more about me than I think. Just enough cream...." Two pillows quickly go up against the head board and I reach down for the cup. Reaching down, I pull the sheet up just enough to cover my relaxed and happy cock; the hair extending down from by stomach still very much insight. "Man, all those painful days on the belly machine were worth it!" After a few sips, my eyes begin to see the full room. "OK sport, where's your damn jacket. Gotta call in and tell 'em I'll be late." I fumble through the inside breast pocket and pull out my appointment book. "Yeah, here we go." "Hi, I won't be able to make today's session... Excuse me? Yeah, I'll be OK. Must have been something I ate last night. Thanks...I should see you tomorrow." Click...baaaaaaaaaa. "Same to you asshole..." The bathroom door is slightly ajar and I hear the sound of the shower; the steam filtering the light from the overhead fixture. I quietly open up the door. "Morning...." "Oh hi," you say.."Sleep well?" "Don't you know it." "Oh, I know it. I know it all too well." "Gotta tooth brush I can use?" "It's on the counter top with my other things." "Thanks!" "Any time." I begin brushing my teeth and think of you; naked, wet, soap dripping down your body in waves. I begin to stir again. "Whuhsdf kjsdakwe asdfjkl" "I can't understand a word you're saying. Why don't you finish getting rid of your morning-mouth first, OK?" "Shursssdfaf" I turn away from the sink and slowly walk to the tub; the tension building as I approach the shower curtain. I slowly pull it back and find you leaning up against the far wall. Your body is just as I imagined; soapy, dripping, beautiful. The look on your face is one of want then I notice your hands; one hand holding open your dark pink pussy; the index finger of the other slowly rubbing your clit; slowly, surely, knowingly. Breathing heavily, you say "Oh God, I thought you'd never finish brushing your damn teeth." Another deep breath. "Please... come.....in.....here....with me......" Your tongue is feverish as it licks at the outside of your lips. I quickly temper it with mine in a long, deep passionate kiss. There is little time to waste as I see your eyes; glazed and caught up in your own passion. I bend my knees slightly and quickly and easily enter you from the front. Your hands don't move as I begin to move deeply into your body; the angle between our bodies allows you easy access to those areas you know oh so well. I bend my shoulders toward you to kiss you again. One hand leaves your crotch and snakes itself around my neck; I can't pull away from your mouth; I don't want to! The other hand is still occupied with its own bodily pleasure. As with the night before, I feel your pussy tighten around my cock as I pull and push its full length into your hot dripping cunt. The water flowing over us; between us; adds to intense sensations our bodies are sharing. "I don't want this to ever stop. I want you. I love you." "Babe, shutup and kiss me. Do you like having me inside of you?" A slight "yes" escapes from you, mingled with a hard breath of air. Your right hand is moving swiftly across the hard button between your legs. I reach down and clamp my lips around an erect nipple and begin sucking and nibbling it. As I make contact with it, I feel another spasm in your pussy as you moan. Your hips move out and up allowing, inviting, demanding me deeper into you. ################################################################ It feels good, the fresh woken feeling, the clean body, the all-over attention. It had been tense, waking up and leaving you to go to the shower. I was certain that you would sneak out without saying goodbye, perhaps ashamed of our night and afraid to face me. I hoped you would come into the bathroom, getting worked up over the thought as I showered pensively. It takes me a long time to wake up in the morning, first I stretched, then I looked at the sunny ceiling for a long while, then I turned on my side and rubbed your long back as you slept. Now, with the soap running down me, I could barely keep my hands off myself thinking of you stepping into the shower... mmmm... and now here you are, hard against me, inside me, and it feels sooooo very nice, not just making love to you again, but knowing I did allright, that you stayed, that you wanted me again. Normally, I won't touch myself in front of anyone else, but I wanted so badly to turn you on, and I knew if anything would get you in that shower, that would... my eyes focus on your face. You are adorable with wet hair, and suddenly that thought is banished from my mind and I feel you thrust inside me. I quicken my fingers and grip your back; I want us to come at the same time again, I have to hurry... You kiss me at the base of the neck, and as your lips touch my skin, hot shivers run up my spine. You press me hard against the shower wall, my head under the spray of the showerhead closes my eyes. All I can feel is you, hard inside of me, and my own hand half pressed against you, half teasing my clit. I can feel myself rising to that peak, inexorably I begin the climb, and I gasp as I feel your cock, my hand, the shower, the light, all of it begin to blend into one blinding ... sensation. It hits, better than fireworks, stronger than whiplash, and all I can feel is your strong hands gripping my waist to keep me steady. I don't recall what I said, but your smile when I open my eyes tells me I was not silent. But you are still inside me, not relaxed, you have not come yet. I remember now this unutterably pleasant feeling; I am not quite satisfied, there is you yet to deal with, and it feels good to set my attention on you and how you feel to me. I begin to kiss you, hard on the mouth, on your cheek, chin, an eyelid. You slow to let me regain my bearings; I pull you roughly to me, forcing your cock deep inside me and you breathe sharply. My cunt is still throbbing from the memory of my orgasm and it feels very very good when the muscles grip at you and I feel you grow rigid with tension. Soon we are fucking hard; I hold my breath when I hear you moan and you press into me one final time as you begin to come. The thrusts then are slower, more deliberate, as I know you are losing yourself in the same feeling you gave me just moments earlier... Slowly, you stop, and I kiss you tenderly. The shower, long forgotten, still soaks our heads, and I can feel your pulse inside me, still a little strong, a little fast. I kiss the tip of your nose. You start to laugh, and I give you a hug. The water begins to wash us clean, and you slowly draw us apart. We shower each other, taking care to handle those parts of us which hadn't yet been touched, few as they were. "I suppose you have to be getting back to your conference," I say, trying not to sound disappointed. "Well, I guess. Unless you'd like to spend the day with me. I can't very well show my face; they think I have food poisoning." You wink. As I turn off the shower and reach for the towel, I think about what to do with our day. Go out? Or stay in? Hmmm...