Scents And Sensitivity - Sex Stories

Scents And Sensitivity

... and a couple of his favorite beers, the man looked like a prisoner of war waiting for the inquisitor to return.

I suppose I couldn't blame him. I'd told him about my talk with Joan, and how she'd handled it. That didn't make sitting in the same room with two women who's panties he'd been caught sniffing just a day ago any easier on him.

It was Joan who finally broached the subject, shortly after we'd retired to the living room with our glasses of wine.

"So, Martin," she began casually, "Tess told me how much you enjoyed her scent the other day, but she never mentioned how you found mine. I'm hoping my panties were to your liking as well?"

Martin nearly spit his beer. "Um, I..."

Joan laughed, but not unkindly. "Oh Marty, I'm just teasing you, dear. Do you think I'd have invited you over if I was upset? I'm sure Tess has already told you, we've had an understanding from the beginning about her occasional... dalliances. And I'm sure you know women talk about everything, right?"

Cheeks flushed, Martin managed a nod. "Of course. I'd expect nothing less. But, let me assure you..."

"Martin stop," Joan hushed him. "Relax. You're not on trial here. We're your friends, hun. And we just want you to be happy."

Martin looked relieved. "Thank you."

"In fact," Joan stood, taking me by the hand, "we have a little surprise for you. Wait here."

We weren't gone long. Martin stood to greet us as we came back downstairs. His eyes bulged when he saw us.

"Like our ...

... kimonos?" Joan asked. "Picked these up on a business trip to Japan a few months ago; it's all we wear around the house lately, especially with this summer heat."

After his initial shock, something about Martin's demeanor changed. The tension that had kept his body language so taut appeared to have left him. His smile became wide, genuine, confident.

There was a twinkle in his eye I'd never seen before. It was as if he'd come to a realization that he was not only in a safe place, but a loving, and potentially exciting one.

"You ladies look lovely." His strong voice complimented his newfound confidence. "Absolutely stunning."

"Why, thank you hun." Slipping into his arms, I hugged him warmly.

My lips found his. Martin responded in kind for a moment, but broke the kiss quickly.

His eyes met mine. "Look, Tess. I'm too old for games. Maybe you wanna explain what's happening here? Because I'm a little confused as to what my boundaries are."

"Your boundaries are simple," Joan began before I could. "Tess has permission to do what she pleases with you. My only stipulation is that, for the first time, I get to watch. To be part of it. Although I'm sorry, dear, I won't be doing anything with you personally. I'm sure you understand."

Martin nodded. "Of course."

"Also," Joan went on, "when I'm not around, if you two wish to continue your little self pleasure sessions, I'm fine with that as well. But anything more than a little kissing or hugging, and I want to be ...