First Steps

April 26, 2005
Category: Bisexuality, Erotica, Group sex, Sexblogs

Fantasies sometimes come true … but patience is often a prerequisite

 
The first time he watched his wife make love to another woman was an unforgettable night, an unbelievable high. The scenes he witnessed that night became indelible, searing themselves into the cells of his cerebral cortex, the half-life of his memories on a par with the most radioactive of materials. It was mainly the result of being privileged enough to be present on such a sensual and erotically charged evening. It was also because it was an encounter he’d fantasised and lusted over for years, yet never expected to ever see happen in reality.

Sometimes, it feels really good to be really wrong.

Five years before, his wife had confessed her curiosity about having sex with another woman. A girl-only sex scene in a late-night television movie had apparently piqued her interest. Perhaps it had always been there, dormant, waiting for the right conditions in which to germinate, to announce itself to a select audience. His first reaction was to check the calendar to see if it was the first day of April, and then the window for signs of a reindeer-drawn sleigh streaking across the snow-filled sky. Finally, he remembered to avert his gaze away from the gift horse’s mouth.

What he hadn’t fully appreciated was how much time would pass before they found the right person with whom to share their experience. It made him realise that having someone say “yes” is rarely the end of the journey; more often, it’s simply the beginning. And with the possibility so tantalisingly close, the wait for the fantasy to become real was somehow far worse.

Unsurprisingly, he endured.

After much searching, they located a promising couple: similar to themselves, sharing a parallel sexual ideology, and looking for the same opportunities. More importantly, his wife was attracted to the beautiful blonde, both socially and physically. The blonde confirmed that the attraction was mutual.

First time sex with another womanThe first time that they met was a purely social occasion, a safeguard to confirm everything they’d exchanged by email.

The second time they met was for real.

Drinks in an upmarket hotel bar, and then back to their home. It took time and a few high balls for everyone to relax enough to venture upstairs to the guest bedroom. He and the other man took seats at the edge of the room, then sat and stared, mesmerised, as their wives knelt opposite each other on the bed, slowly undressing one another, kissing long and slow and sensually, their hands caressing every inch of their bodies. He was enraptured as he watched them using their lips and tongues on each other’s breasts and nipples. The two gleaming bodies stretched out beside one another, the women kissing and licking one another passionately as their fingers commenced a leisurely exploration of their moistening cunts.

He was breathless as the blonde began an unhurried descent along his wife’s body, kissing a path towards a cunt touched by no one else but him for more than a decade. He watched the woman lick slow, wet circles around his wife’s clitoris, pressing her tongue deep, deep inside. His wife’s sighs of pleasure made his unyielding cock twitch crazily, as though a low voltage current were being passed through his loins. The other man was equally engrossed by the scene; he’d already succumbed to his own lust, drawing his cock out into the open, stroking it in time with his wife’s busy tongue. It seemed only polite to follow suit.

In the days before the meeting, he’d begun to fear that his wife might baulk at certain acts, might even freeze up entirely. In the end, his doubts were groundless, and insulting.

When he heard his wife whisper to the blonde, “Let me go down on you now”, he thought he would explode. The sound of her voice, husky with lust, as she pronounced those seven short words was beyond anything he could have imagined. The blonde lay down, and his wife hovered over her, planting soft kisses across her breasts, lingering over the tight brown nipples, before beginning the descent across the soft, trembling belly.

Exploring sex with another womanThe heavy thud of his pulse was deafening as his wife buried her face in the blonde’s beautifully hairless pussy. His wife’s tongue lapped ardently against the taut clitoris, trailed down across the swollen labia, pressed deep into the blonde’s glistening sex. The ensuing gasps of pleasure mirrored those of his wife, and the blonde’s thighs spread even wider to grant her even greater, deeper access. The small room was saturated with the aromatic scent of aroused cunt, and he breathed it in as though it were the freshest mountain air.

Though scarcely possible, the evening became progressively more arousing. His wife climbed back onto the bed, turned around, and swung her thigh across the blonde’s body, offering her cunt to her lover’s mouth even as she began to tongue the blonde’s clitoris once more. The women were locked in their languid soixante-neuf, the room, their husbands, the rest of the world, all swept away by their duplicated need to give and take pleasure. When the other man attempted to ask the blonde something, his wife sat up, stroking the blonde’s cunt with one hand, her own breasts wantonly with the other, and said with the most devilish glint he’d ever seen in her eyes: “She can’t talk with her mouth full.”

The blonde orgasmed first by a few minutes, surprising him a little given that his wife orgasmed very easily once aroused … and he had no doubt as to just how turned on she was. When his wife did come, he felt a prick of envy that she had been satisfied by someone other than himself … and then he saw the exquisite rapture in her face, and his envy was obliterated by his own arousal, and a sense of pride in the divinely sexual being he had witnessed being awakened in a new and exciting way.

Making love with a womanAnd still there was more. As the sounds of their laboured breathing eased, his wife turned back around, lying alongside the blonde. This was no time for repose. The blonde climbed back over her new lover, pressing the full length of her naked body against his wife’s. Mouth to mouth, breasts to breasts, belly to belly, they pushed their cunts tightly together, fucking with a sensual yet urgent passion. The blonde’s husband encouraged him to move his chair in order to share the view from the foot of the bed. He stared, transfixed, as their wives’ labia flexed open and closed almost as one. He found himself hungering to be naked, kneeling between their thighs, sliding his cock from one pulsating cunt to the other and back again. And then as though to exclude his lascivious thoughts from their pleasure, his wife entwined her legs around the blonde’s firm buttocks, binding their cunts together as they ground out another shattering orgasm.

Eventually, the two men were encouraged to disrobe and join their own partners, an invitation they accepted gratefully, slipping their hard cocks into cunts already drenched with lust. Neither man set any records for endurance that evening. No one in the room was surprised.

Before the meeting, he’d wondered if this was to be a one-off, merely the opportunity to try the experience on for size, to be able to say “been there, done that”. But as his cock throbbed, spurting his seed deep, deep inside his wife, he caught the look of greedy satisfaction in her eyes, and he dared to hope that this might simply be their first time.

In the days and weeks and months that followed, he never forgot a moment of that first evening.

And in the end, it turned out there was more to follow.

Much more.

 

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