Two Girls by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Two Girls by loyalsock

... 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 sl**ping 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 ...