Fourth Steps - Part Two
July 9, 2005
Category: Bisexuality, Group sex, Sexblogs
The covetous man is ever in want…
He was engaged on a pursuit of pleasures of both the flesh and the mind. The meetings that he and his wife had started out had been solely been intended as a means by which she could explore her bisexuality. Yet the once clearly defined lines between the two couples had begun to blur, enticing him with new possibilities for sensual gratification.
He didn’t recall exactly how or when it happened, but somewhere along their journey, he and his wife began discussing the possibility of taking things further than they’d originally planned. There was a catalyst, a trigger for those discussions, he was sure of that much. He just couldn’t remember what it was. He remembered that, during the occasional online conversations he shared with The Blonde’s husband, they had both confessed to harbouring fantasies about their wives pleasuring other men. Together, they concocted a scenario of their wives together, lying on their sides and facing one another, kissing and pleasuring each other whilst slowly fucked from behind by their husbands. As they caressed each other’s pussies, the women would allow their touch to stray to the other man’s thrusting cock, fingers drawing lines across slick shafts, across come-laden balls. It was a good fantasy. It encompassed the twin thrills of the unexplored and the forbidden, thrills that The Blonde’s husband and he both craved. Because it remained restricted in its ambition, controlled, he thought that it might be attainable. So he had shared it with his wife, to try and elicit her desires, to find a way inside her hidden fantasies.
Maybe that had been the catalyst.
His wife was reluctant to engage in such musings to begin with. She was happy with the level their meetings had reached , and she had no desire to go further. Yet it was becoming clear to both of them that The Blonde and her husband were motivated to go further and faster.
And then something happened.
He and his wife were fucking in the still dark of night. She was on her knees, him behind, her sighs urging him into her with ever-greater gusto. She looked back over her shoulder at him and said, “You’d like to see him wanking him, wouldn’t you?”
For a moment, he was speechless. Even when he managed to find the words, he could barely lubricate them sufficiently to tumble them out of his mouth.
“Yes, I would. Very, very much.”
“Like to see my hand slowly slipping up and down his hard shaft?”
“Yes.”
“Like to see my thumb smear his precum over his swollen cockhead?”
“God, yes!”
His wife came screaming that night; and when his own orgasm erupted, it felt as though his cock was being turned inside out. Her words had certainly found the spot. It wasn’t all that long afterwards when their third meeting took place.
He should have been a happy man, a contented man. And he was. But he still found himself wanting more. Watching his wife stroking The Blonde’s husband had been glorious, but the fantasy of seeing her with his cock in her mouth remained his unspoken goal. And if his wife touching another man had been a steep hill, then her fellating one wasn’t a mountain; it was the stratosphere itself.
He wasn’t surprised that his wife showed no interest in stratospheric ventures. Sometimes, when they fucked, she would fantasise aloud about licking The Blonde’s husband, sucking him, taking his cockhead deep into her mouth while she stirred his heavy balls. Those spoken fancies would always arouse her, seemingly as greatly as they did him. However, there was a caveat:
“Wanting to do something in fantasy does not mean wanting to do it in reality.”
That was her way of saying in fifteen words what she could have said in one.
“No.”
He’d already rejected her theory that by wanting her to fellate The Blonde’s husband, he was actually trying to achieve the aim of being fellated by The Blonde. That was not so. And while the prospect of The Blonde’s mouth working its way along his cock was not unappealing, it was not the focus of his interest.
Perhaps that was how he came to be blindsided.
His wife had once admitted to him that, for her, the greatest moments of pleasure came when she was being pleasured simultaneously by The Blonde and himself, or when she was pleasuring one and being pleasured by the other. He’d had no such experience. With three brief exceptions, his interactions during meetings had been limited to his wife only. The additional thrills he experienced were visual in nature. He didn’t know how it would feel to have two sensual people flowing over his body at once, how it would be to devote his attention to the pleasure of one while another devoted their attentions to his own. As their meetings had progressed, that awareness had grown within him, become a source of frustration, even resentment. He confessed to her as much.
When the four of them next met, there was no planned agenda. There rarely was. They all preferred to play the cards as they fell. The Blonde and his wife were together on the bed, naked, kneeling and facing one another. They’d already experienced at least one orgasm each. The two men were watching from their regular sideline positions, stroking themselves in anticipation, waiting for the call onto the field of play. His wife had looked longingly at him, and he moved forward to kiss her. As their lips brushed, he lazily caressed her left breast, while The Blonde busied herself with the right. His wife slipped one hand onto his cock, the other continuing its dance between The Blonde’s thighs. He slipped his free hand over his wife’s arse, arching under to explore her sex, and his fingertips brushed The Blonde’s as she caressed his wife’s clitoris.
They’d become a threesome. Not a threesome in the fullest, truest sense of the word, but a threesome all the same. He’d glanced over at The Blonde’s husband, having a hunch that the man wouldn’t be feeling left out. The two had talked enough for him to appreciate just how much of a voyeur The Blonde’s husband was. The man’s eyes gleamed at the sight laid out before him. As he turned back to his wife, he heard him half-whisper, “Yes. Get in there.”
Together, he and The Blonde had manoeuvred his wife so that she was stretched out on the bed between them. He’d expected the two of them to commence a leisurely twin exploration of his wife’s pleasure centres, but somehow, he had found himself being rolled onto his back, his wife kissing and stroking him as The Blonde kissed and stroked her. His wife had worked her way down his body, until she was kissing and licking and sucking his eager cock. The Blonde nuzzled his wife’s neck, her tongue lapping at her earlobe. She worked her way towards the side of his wife’s face, until she was deliriously close to his cock. He watched raptly, scarcely able to believe what he was witnessing. The Blonde kissed his wife’s cheek. He waited for his wife to ease her away, or, worse still, to shrug The Blonde off abruptly. Instead, his wife continued to nonchalantly plant kisses across his straining cockhead, even as The Blonde’s lips pressed against the corner of her mouth. There were bare millimetres between his cock and another woman’s mouth. His mind cried out with two voices: “Don’t stop!” to The Blonde. “Let her go, let her do it!” to his wife.
He waited, either for agony or for ecstasy.
Then his wife turned her head away from him, and she and The Blonde began kissing one another again. The difference now was that his cock seemed to have gotten in their way. Their lips still met, but they met around his trembling flesh. His brain had seemed barely adequate for the task of interpreting the feverish images it was being fed.
And then his wife did something he thought he’d never live to see or experience: with his shaft gripped in her hand like a sexual joystick, she had tilted his cockhead towards The Blonde’s mouth. The gesture was unmistakable: “Here. Take it. Taste it. Suck my husband’s cock, if you want to. I don’t mind. In fact, I want you to.”
The Blonde hadn’t needed asking a second time. Her full, pursed lips pressed against his cockhead, then, in delicious slow motion, parted as she bowed her head to take him inside her mouth. He felt her tongue-tip dip into the narrow eyelet, and then the velvet of her tongue swirled around his cockhead, once, twice, three times, forever. His wife hadn’t relinquished him entirely; her lips had begun working their way down to the bottom of his shaft, her tongue wetting his flesh, lapping delectably at his balls. She made her way back up again, and her tongue joined The Blonde’s in tracing the contours of his glans. They kissed across - around - him again, and then switched roles, his wife sucking him inside as The Blonde ran her tongue down and up his length. Two women sucking his cock together. His head had fallen back against the bed, as the sensations of their mouths washed over him in endless waves.
He had badly wanted to come in The Blonde’s mouth. Badly. There was a moment, a micro-micro-second, when their eyes met and he thought he saw that she wanted it too. And then the moment was gone, and his judgement - fried by the turn of events, seared by the myriad of overwhelming sensations - was too suspect to trust. Was he projecting? It would have been easy to shatter the evening, sully all that had gone before with a poor choice. Besides, he had no idea how his wife or The Blonde’s husband would react. So he had taken the stoic’s route, and forced himself to clutch onto the last fragments of his control.
The Blonde’s husband - finally tired of the passivity of his role - now pressed forward into the melee, presenting his cock in the general direction of both women. The Blonde chose to partake; his wife did not. For a few seconds, he’d thought that she might allow herself to be carried on by the breaker they’d been caught in. It wasn’t to be. But how could he be disappointed after all that he’d just experienced? Can you complain to a waiter who’s just served you a plate full of manna?
Can you?
Can you?
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Well, I don’t blame him for having a tinge of disappointment.
Lovely story, though.
“He didn’t know how it would feel to have two sensual people flowing over his body at once, how it would be to devote his attention to the pleasure of one while another devoted their attentions to his own”
I tend to find it rather distracting, actually…
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Ed: disappointment tinted with a healthy dose of guilt at feeling disappointed. What a kicking pair of emotions!
O: yes, I can see how the distraction effect might bloom. Possibly one of the most pleasant forms of distraction around, though?
You are a wonderful writer.
You’ve become a must-read for me; a daily on my blogroll.
Keep up the wonderful words.
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Girl,
For a change, I’m groping to find adequate words. Will “thank you” suffice for now?
EA
You are one amazing writer! Inspiring - I’ll be back.
Lush - thank you. I look forward to seeing you around.
Wow. Wonderfully written. Very nice.
Glad to see you here!
(I’m going to go enjoy my after glow now)
Thank you, Cookie. I hope you enjoyed basking in your afterglow…
Wow! Other than a few posts here and there I have been somewhat out of the blog-loop lately. You are incredible!! Your writing is so erotic. Can I just say again…WOW!!
Brandy,
thanks for your extremely kind words. I’m glad you enjoyed the read.
EA
[...] I’ve already told everyone here the tale of you offering The Blonde the opportunity to share my cock, to suck it with you. [...]
excellent story, it was written perfectly, i could picture myself as him in the story. almosts as if i was him feeling all the emotions and sensations he felt.
brilliant.