Second Steps

May 1, 2005 | Category: Bisexuality, Erotica, Group sex, Sexblogs

If you’ve enjoyed the main course, isn’t it only natural to want seconds?

Following the success of their first meeting with The Blonde and her husband, they almost took it for granted that a second meeting would occur at some point. Fortunately, it turned out that their new friends were as eager as they were.

While they waited for the agreed date to arrive, his wife confessed a certain restlessness about the way things had - without design or intent on anyone’s part - become primarily a show put on by the two women for the viewing pleasure of their husbands. It wasn’t that his wife minded being watched. Far from it. She’d enjoyed being a focus of attention. She simply felt that he had been too removed for much of the experience, that he’d been too much a voyeur and too little a participant. She’d also felt he was physically too far away from her, out of reach and therefore beyond her immediate touch. From a subsequent conversation via email, it turned out that The Blonde had felt much the same way.

Sex between womenFrom the outset, their second meeting assumed the shape of a ‘foursome’, rather than the ‘2+2′ formation they’d drifted into first time around. Even as his wife and The Blonde were kissing and fondling as they undressed one another, he and The Blonde’s husband were right beside them on the bed, helping to remove their clothes, having their own clothes removed in return.

Memories often fail to keep good time, but looking back on the evening, it seemed to him as though little more than seconds had passed from when the four of them had entered the guest room, to all four of them being naked on the bed. The women caressing each other, each man caressing his own wife. It had been intoxicating; four naked, slowly writhing bodies in such sexual proximity. There had been a palpable tension in the air, accompanied by the powerful aroma of raw sex. This time, the voyeuristic delights of watching two beautiful women having sex together had been enhanced through being included in their sensuous ballet.

Then something happened that he had never anticipated or even considered before that moment.

Exploring a woman's bisexualityAs the two women knelt face to face, their hands all over one another in such instinctive, carnally aware fashion, he had knelt behind his wife and eased his straining cock inside her. His strokes were long and slow; every fourth or fifth stroke, he’d slipped himself out of her, so that his cockhead would glide between her labia and rub against her clitoris. One of The Blonde’s hands slid down from his wife’s breasts and on to her shaven mound, and for an instant, the tips of her fingers brushed over his cockhead as she sought out his wife’s clitoris for herself.

A surge of electricity raced through him. Even as he wondered if the contact had been nothing more than a pleasurable accident, The Blonde’s hand eased a little further downwards, her fingers caressing his wife’s smooth labia even as they stroked the underside of his shaft all the way back to his balls. As he continued to alternate between fucking his wife, and rubbing his cockhead across the outside of her sex, The Blonde’s fingers were constantly there, caressing his wife’s clitoris, probing her labia and stroking the underside of his shaft, all in one delicious swirl. She didn’t try to hold him or stroke him. It lasted little more than a few minutes, but they were delicious minutes all the same.

So great was his excitement, it took the majority of his will power to keep himself from ejaculating like a horny teenager. Even as he struggled with his control, he yearned to let go, to spurt his seed shamelessly across his wife’s lips and The Blonde’s fingers in a single, throbbing explosion, to thrust slowly back and forth against his wife’s cunt as The Blonde caressed them both with her come-slick hand.

By the end, it had been an incredibly erotic and fulfilling evening. The two men came twice; he’d lost count of the number of orgasms the women had shared.

The journey was beginning to show signs of the potential he’d always dreamed that it held.

 

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