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23/04/2008
I am a writer for several trade journals and consequently spend many evenings alone in hotels. I have enjoyed this site for more than a year now. And it is because of reading the stories shared by people here that I am able to tell this story.
I have been married, happily, for a long time. I love my wife and our sex life is good. But it is seldom exciting and I miss that. Late last spring I receive an email from an old girl friend, Diane. We dated in high school, and had become good friends, sadly for me, without ever accomplishing sexual conquest. Over the years she got married, I got married, and living in different parts of the country we lost touch. I told my wife, Sarah, about the email, and she remembered her from a dinner party way back when.
I traded email with Di several times during the summer, and learned that she was divorced and living near the coast, about three hours away. I suggested to Sarah that we go visit and catch up. She thought that she remembered liking Diane, and that it would be fun.
Arrangements were made and as the fall of the year began we showed up at Diane's home on a sunny Saturday about noon. Diane fed us a light brunch and we renewed our comfortable friendship, shared the stories of our personal tragedies, triumphs, and memories. One story recounted by Diane was about when a group of us were out at a lake and decided to go skinny-dipping. Most everyone backed out but I was among a few of us who stripped and dove in. That was before I had met Sarah, and she looked surprise, but then told of a camping trip in which I had got naked in a river with some other people. My past was catching up with me so I decided it was a good time makes a beer run. It was suggested that I pick up some wine and something to grill for dinner.
When I returned the ladies were laughing and having a great time. They seemed like old friends that meet in the Laundromat every Wednesday. I opened the wine for them and a beer for me and we all talked on. After much of the afternoon passed and thoughts of food coming to mind, the two ladies looked at each other, with that secret-knowing something smile, and Di said that I should start up the grill and get dinner cooking. Then both ladies giggled and said simultaneously, "Naked!" That made me laugh as I got up with the intention of starting the grill. They, of course, laughed too. Then Sarah, my shy, always prim wife, said, "No, really Tom, naked." I laughed again, but then turned to look at her. They weren't kidding. They wanted me to get naked in front of them. More than that, get naked out on the deck!
I wasn't the kid I used to be and I think I got red-faced embarrassed. It sure felt like it. I was astonished, too. This was not the kind of thing that Sarah did. Of course I said, "No way!" But they persisted, with silly arguments like,” It wasn't anything they hadn't seen before", and "I owed it to old friends to be genial". I was finishing my second beer, and laughing at their attempts to persuade me. It was outrageous!, and yet... the idea did have some excitement in it. I had read about some CFNM experiences on this Truth or Dare website and found them quite entertaining.
But I kept saying no and went out to get the charcoal going. The grill was on the deck where it was still fairly hot in the late afternoon sun. I found I was really enjoying this idea of being nude for these two women. It was particularly wild because Sarah never acted openly sexual like this. She is very proper about sex and nakedness outside of our bedroom. But she had been pitching the arguments and teasing me right a long with Diane. I was flattered, actually, but also mystified by the whole thing.
I got the coals fired up and was tending them when they came out. Sarah, not Diane to my surprise, said, "Ok, what will it take for you to get naked and cook our dinner?" She had the most devilish grin on her face. They both did. I just couldn't figure it. They kept making offers like they would wash my car, Sarah would give me a weeks worth of back rubs. That kind of stuff.
Finally I said the obvious thing any guy would say. I said, "Both of you get naked with me." Sarah rolled her eyes, looked at Diane and said, "I told ya".
Diane said she couldn't do that 'cause the neighbors might see. "But they might see me too," I said. "How will you explain that to them?" She responded, "Easily, and savoring every moment". Then she added, "You’d be my trophy-man, at the PTA". Both girls laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh too. But then Sarah shrugged, and said that was the end of it, she couldn't get naked outside. The two of them went in the house to make a salad and the rest of dinner.
With the coals going, I came in to get the steaks ready. They were both silent, but still had that secret-knowing, disquieting grin on their faces. Ignoring that, I asked Di where the seasonings were. She gestured toward the cupboard by the range, but said nothing, just held that smile. As I started to prepare the steaks I started chuckling again. It was all too unbelievable. The whole scenario was unbelievable - the not seeing an old girlfriend in 15 years, the kinship of two women that barely knew each other, my straight-laced wife completely abandoning her personality, their crazy request, and me considering it! It was all too much. I couldn't help but laugh. It was hilarious! I knew then that I wanted to do it. The thought of it was exciting me right down to my testicles. I started thinking about how to get some real fun out of it. My little bursts of laughter got them going, changed their smirks into giggles and then to full blown laughter. We were all three enjoying deep belly laughs. My wife leaned in and kissed my cheek. I tried to read some significant meaning in the kiss, but I couldn't. I rubbed the steaks with oil and worked the spices in while chuckling and thinking about what to do. I set the steaks aside for a short marinade then turned to them. "OK, here's how it’s got to go," I said, "I'm not going to do this alone. You both have to do it too. You don't have to go outside, but when I'm done cooking the steaks and bring them back into the house, you both have to be as naked as the day you were born.
I let that sink in and thought a moment while they exchanged glances, and those women to women signals I'm not supposed to understand. When I thought they seemed like they would agree, I added, "We all have to stay naked for an hour, and for the first half hour, every five minutes, we have to do a one minute group hug."
Sarah let out a sarcastic "ha!" with an "In your dreams" smugness locked on her face. She looked over a Di, expecting Diane to dismiss the idea too. But Di stood there in thought. In a moment she looked at both of us and said, "I'm in!"
Sarah about wet her pants, and started arguing, first with Diane, then with me. After her initial volley of objections and proclamations why that wasn't going to happen, I realized she was only arguing, she hadn't simply said "no". That told me she wasn't decided against it. I put it all on the line. I told her the steaks would be ready to cook in five minutes, then I would take them out to the grill, my way, or their way. "You have that long to make up your mind", I said and walked out on the deck to check if the coals were ready. I could hear them talking quietly, but couldn't tell what they were saying, until I heard Di exclaim, "I haven't in four years, I can't pass this up", her voice rolled into a suite of giggles.
When I came back in Diane was smiling like the cat that ate the canary, and Sarah had on that resolute, crooked smile that said she knew she had lost the argument. I wore the SEG now. I kissed her on the cheek and said," Honey, it's all up to you." I walked past her to the counter, picked up the tray of steaks and started back for the door. I could hear the battle raging in her head as I walked by. There should have been steam rising from her hair. As I reach for the door handle, my stomach started to flip-flop with disappointment. I was really into this! Then just as I stepped onto the deck Sarah said, "OK", followed by a huge sigh. I came back in the house feeling like a kid again. I looked at Sarah. She was nervous, but she also had an excited glint in her eye.
Then she started. "OK, but no funny stuff. No group hug....AND NOTHING SEXUAL!"
I said, "Get real Sarah, it's all sexual. That's the whole thing! And we have to have the hugs", I was beaming at her. I watched as she struggled to find an argument that made sense. I think she saw that none of it made sense but protested anyway, "We don't need the hugs,...why do we need the hugs?"
"Because otherwise we will be sitting there wondering if the others are as embarrassed as we are and be real uncomfortable waiting for it to end", I said, having no idea if that made sense. "And we need several short hugs so we can get use to it gradually." I did think that was true.
She put on her sarcastic smile again, trying to let go of her reservations.
"Come on", I said, "I'll be fun if we let it"
It took a moment, but then she stepped in front of me and took the tray of steaks. She said, "OK, so why are you still dressed?"
I wanted to kiss her. She was taking charge of her inhibitions and I felt she would really enjoy it if she were able to keep them in check. Diane, whom I had momentarily forgotten, piped up, "Get naked Boy!"
In all the arguing, laughing, teasing, and talking I hadn't really thought about this moment. My wife and another women from high school were looking at me, waiting for me to take my clothes off! I felt the blood rush to me face and my groin simultaneously. I'm sure I got red-faced, and the anxiety hit me like a truck. I must have stood there immobilized for a long moment because Sarah said, "Ooow... not so sure of yourself now, are ya?" She and Diane exchanged glances. The she looked back at me. She wore the biggest SEG when she threw my own words back at me, "Common Bub, it'll be fun if you let it!"
I had to stand and deliver. I sucked it up, that extreme self-conscious feeling, and began to strip. Shoes, socks, shirt, then pants all came off, each with a feeling awkward anticipation. Then standing there in my shorts I suddenly felt "ah, what the hell". With a smile on my face and watching the faces of these two ladies, I slowly pulled them down until my somewhat erect penis popped out. I let the shorts drop lifted my hands like a preacher and said, "What you see is what you get!” and did a complete 360 degree turn.
There was applause - Diane clapped three or four claps. Not exactly a great debut reception. Sarah, seeming to be embarrassed for me, just said, "Well...", long pause, "...here". She handed me the tray of steaks. I was embarrassed, being bare assed, and all. This wasn't like going skinny dipping or river surffing. This was getting naked so people could look at you, check you out. I didn't want to seem concerned so I didn't look down. I just hoped I didn't have a full erection. It didn't feel like it, but I wasn't sure of any of the feelings I had at the moment. On the other hand an erection would be preferable to having my balls suck up and my pecker do its turtle act. Too late now, I reasoned. I grabbed the tray and headed for the door. There was a wide-brimmed leather hat on a peg next to the door. On a whim, I grabbed the hat, turned toward the ladies, and tipped the hat and said, "Mam", and with that went outside on the deck and over to the grill. I got the steaks on the grill and then remembered that they always cooked better with a beer in my hand. I went in to get one and, funny thing, they were on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. I had put them on the top shelf. I bent over and grabbed one and as soon as I stood up Diane looked away. Sarah said, "Get me one two, would ya", her face frozen in that innocent "I didn't do anything" grin. I handed her the beer in my hand and bent over to get another. Di didn't look away this time. Just smiled.
Feeling the heat in my groin, but again not looking, I said, "This is going to be interesting", I said and walked back out to the grill. I could feel my pecker rocking as I walked. Yep, I had a pretty good erection. My groupies soon came out and took up residence in the lounge chairs behind me. "Diane said, "You look so cute in that hat". I turned partly around and nodded a "Thank you Mam". I was obviously going to be the topic of conversation. Comment on the whiteness of my cheeks, "but decent symmetry, don't you think?" It was pointed out that I had "Lovely" love handles. Diane, true to her word, spotted the neighbors, Bill and Liz I think she said, shouted and waved a Hello. Bill and Liz waved back. But I was pretty sure the grill blocked their view so I just drank my beer and tended the steaks and coals. I can't recount all the enuindo that passed at my expense. Needless to say the ladies enjoyed myself. And their gaze and talk made me rock hard at full attention. When the steaks were nearly done I advised the ladies that they needed to "make their preparations" for dinner. Di looked over at Bill and Liz's, who were no longer outside, then began to strip right there in the lounge chair. Sarah had stood up to go inside but stopped and just watched Diane, her mouth hanging open. I watched too, with keen interest. There was no hesitation on Diane's part. Her sandals were coached to the deck. Off came the blouse, followed by the bra. She unzipped her jeans, raised her butt and slid them off like butter off of a warm knife. She wore no panties. She was quite the good lookin' lady. She had been skinny back in high school, but now she was very nicely proportioned, with her pubic hair nicely trimmed to just a small patch covering her pubic mound. Sarah was gawking, frozen in place looking at Di in all her glory. Di looked at Sarah, "All we need now is the salad and you naked Sarah". We both watched memorized as Di walk to the door and went in.
"Your turn, Honey", I said, but she ignored me. After a moment she said, "That girl is ...", but she couldn't find the words. She wore a kind of awed expression.
"You liked what you saw, didn't you", I observed.
"No", she retorted, way too emphatically, "No, I was just surpr...., yeah...well ...I guess I did". She spoke as though she was dealing with something amazing. And it was. Crazy and amazing.
"Oh Sarah", came a singing request, "Time to come in and play". That stirred Sarah out of her thoughts and she moved cautiously to the door.
When I brought the steaks in the table was set but Sarah was still clad in everything except her top. She had got that off. But she was shaking. She was very nervous and I really felt for her. I didn't want this to be a bad thing that might have long term affects. Discomfort was one thing, but the pain of fear is another thing altogether.
"Honey", I said, "You don't have to go through with this, just stop, it's OK". She looked at me, then put on a forced smile, then looked at Diane.
With a small, choked laugh she said, "This is so silly, I...I don't know why I'm having trouble with this", and forced another laugh. Then she added, "I want to do it… I will." She took a couple deep breathes, then just yanked her bra up over her head. Almost before her boobs bounced back down she was pulling her pants off, then her panties, trying to do it all at once, with no time to think. It was as though she was afraid she wouldn't be able to do if she hesitated. Catching her breath again, then like an eight-year-old who just finished her special ballerina dance, she thrust her arms up and, with a weak voice said, "Ta Da!" Diane cheered and we both clapped. She was gorgeous to me. I just hugged her, still holding the steaks.
"We need to eat," Sarah said trying to shake her nervousness and regain composure. I poured more wine and we all dove into the meal. Then I remember the group hug every five minutes and jumped up to get the timer. When it went off five minutes later, we all agreed to reset it and finish the meal while it was still warm.
The food and wine, and the light conversation, got us all back together. When the timer went off this time, we were all feeling pretty good, and looked at each other with more anticipation then worry. I picked up the timer, set for one minute and we awkwardly scooted together for a three-way embrace. The room had been cooling off as the evening approached, so the warmth of each other’s bodies was a shared delight. I also had a quite obvious reaction, to which Sarah remarked, "Oh dear", and Diane remarked simply, "Ooohh". That made us all laugh and the minute was up. I reset the timer for five minutes and we sat down for more wine and talk. Everyone kept watching the timer, only now it was with wishes that it would hurry. In the second hug Sarah said that she was fine now, that this felt good, although hugging another naked women was still a bit strange. I agreed that it was strange, "and fantastic!" I added.
We sat down in the family room to wait for the next hug. Sarah, now seeming to be quite relaxed, announced, "After the last hug I get a wish!" Di wasted no time saying, "Me too. After the last hug the ladies get a wish!"
I protested. "Ahh, no, not unless everybody gets one". No one wanted to argue so we just agreed that everyone got a wish. I knew instantly what mine would be, but I was really curious about what had prompted Sarah to make her declaration. I asked her but she said, "Nope, not 'till after the last hug." Diane asked what my wish was, did I know already? I said that I did, and that I would tell them in two hours, " If we were all still naked". The ladies both smiled at that.
In the next hug hands started rubbing, shoulders and arms and backs, and butts. The sensation was unbelievable and I, of course demonstrated my pleasure, whether I wanted to or not. For the last hug I informed everyone that hands would be on the "inside of the circle" this time. They would be in front of us, and I suggest that they should not be idle.
No doubt that the wine played its roll in getting us to this point, but each of us felt quite comfortable in each others company. Hands did travel everywhere. Both ladies briefly traded rubbing my penis and balls. But what really surprised me was that, when I worked my hands down to their crotches, their hands were already there, exploring each other! I think my pecker jumped and grew double over that. What a mind blow!
The timer raced through the last minute and last group hug. When it rang we all took our time stopping, and then, with hesitation pulled away. Sarah's hand was the last to withdraw and it withdrew from Di's pussy.
Sarah broke the spell for us when she said, "Oh, god, I need some more wine!" Sarah brought the wine and glasses, and filled one for each of us. We sat back in the room in a kind of stupor. We were all caught in a blue funk. Until now we had a plan that moved us forward. But now it was done, and that was depressing. The wine was a great pacifier but we needed to find something to get us going. Finally Diane spoke up. "I have to say that was the best meal and after dinner treat I have ever had!" That made us laugh, and we voiced our agreement. I said, "What really blew my mind was when I tried to touch your pussies, you both were already touching each other, that was hot!" Neither lady said anything for a moment, like they hand were embarrassed. They glanced at each other. Then Di, still looking at Sarah, said, "Your wife is hot!" Then, looking at me, she added, "And you’re pretty hot too". She took pity on me. Sarah said, "Thanks Di, you are very sexy yourself". I joined in with kudos to both ladies. They really did look good.
I was sitting on the couch and Diane was sitting on in a large chair across from me. She was sitting on one leg and had the other up on the chair with her knee pointing up. It afforded me the most marvelous view of her pubes. It also gave full view to Sarah. Sarah was seated cross-legged, Indian style. This pulled the pussy lips slightly apart. A view I noticed when I stood up to get more wine, and an excellent view from where Diane set. Yet somehow we had lost the momentum and we were loosing the passion. We need to do something fast. I said, "OK you two, stand up". They looked at me, waiting for an explanation. I said, "Come on, stand up, group hug right now. " This seemed to work and they both stood up and came to me. We hugged, but it was like that awkward first hug. I said, " Will you do what I tell you for the next couple minutes?” I could see questions in their eyes. "Come on, you trust me, so trust me now". They both agreed after a restless shifting from one foot to the other. I put one hand on each of their butts, "Diane watch", I said, "Sarah, kiss me passionately". She smiled and did as she was told. It was passionate. My "meter" registered the kiss and was beginning to throb. Then I said, "Sarah watch, Diane kiss me passionately". I expected some objection from Sarah, but none came. Diane placed her wet lips on mine and was just as passionate as Sarah. The meter registered a couple more clicks. "OK", I said, "Now you two kiss each other passionately". I felt Sarah twitch just a bit and was expecting her protest, but it never came. Both girls smiled sheepishly, and kissed. It was amazing! They built it up slowly, tender and careful at first, then exploring. It finished with Di holding Sarah's face in both hands and Sarah's arms around Diane. To say it was very passionate would be like saying the Venus de Milo statue was a nice rock.
They were breathing a bit hard when they broke the kiss. I was too, actually, though I was just watching, they were right in my arms. My meter was at full scale. All of us wanted this I thought. It is just new territory and we need a leader. I knew what I wanted to happen and it looked like I could make it happen if I took charge.
"Alright, we nearly lost it a few minutes ago," I said, trying to think ahead and keep us moving ahead. "We need to decide if we are going to let it all go and be done, or are we going to take it further. From here further means getting real intimate and stopping will be hard. Before we break this hug we should decide." I left it hanging there. I realized my hands were caressing their butts, and I quietly hoped that had a positive influence. I wanted to go ahead, and I thought they did too. If I could get them to say it, if we could agree on that, than we could use that to get some momentum again. I tried to prepare my mind for any arguments they might have.
"My wish," Diane started, and then hesitated. She took a deep breath, then said, "...was going to be that you would stay the night, both of you, in my bed with me". She looked doubtful and added, "I know it a bit strange, not seeing either of you in so long, and we didn't really know each other at all Sarah, but... but I think you're great and I WANT to know you. And I kind of like this crazy man you have here” She was smiling, but it wasn't her confident, self-assured smile. It was core, and hopeful.
Sarah was looking down while Di spoke. She looked up at Di then me and said. "I can't tell you yet about my wish, except, if we quit now, it will never happen. So I think I want to keep going, and it needs to be now, Tom, because this is really hard for me and I'm afraid I will back out if we stop".
"Then we all agree we are moving on." Nods from both. "OK, then if you still trust me, we will due a variation on the group hug". I chose my words carefully. "In ten minutes we will each give each other oral pleasure for one minute." The moment was electric. We were still in the hug and the electricity ran in circles from one to another. No one pulled back. Landmark!...I thought.
I quickly asked Diane if she had any dice, or a deck of cards, hoping this would give everyone something else to think about. It didn't work. She brought out both, but we still thought about what was coming. We all had some more sips of wine. Sarah was fidgety. She said, "This waiting is killing me, why'd you say ten minutes?" I answered, "Because the anticipation is oh-so-sweet! Then I added, "I'm new at this too, I did know what to do, I just took a shot"
"It's time," said Diane.
"OK, then, I said, "Every one roll the dice. High roller decides who will do who." I rolled a nine, Diane rolled a three, and Sarah rolled eleven. This seemed to stress her. I don't think she wanted to make any decisions, just do what she was told. But she stepped up, pointed at me, and said, "Come here Tom," and rubbed her pussy. I was to do her.
She had chosen the safest, her old lover Tom. But, I thought, that didn't mean it had to be uninspired. I picked her up and carried her to the couch. I laid her down, but then grabbed her legs and spun her so that she was upside-down, with her head and shoulders on the seat cushion and legs up. I asked Diane to go behind the couch and hold like a wishbone. I put a knee on either side of Sarah's head and knelt on the couch, holding her head fast. She had the most beautiful pussy in the world, smooth and bare, full fleshy labia and an easy scent that drove me crazy. Diane started the timer and I began licking, sucking and caressing that beautiful mound like it was the first time.
Di held her leg up and wide apart. She stood so that my head would brush her belly when I would lick Sarah full length, clit to anus. Sarah moaned softly, handling my penis, which was moving inches above her face. But I had just started when the timer went off, saying the minute was up. Sarah groaned in disappointment. I think she was close to an orgasm. I reached out and grabbed Di's butt, pulled her closer and planted a very juicy kiss on her belly before disengaging from Sarah and the couch.
We all rolled the dice again, and again Sarah was the high roller. She had to decide again who would do whom. After a moment, with a smile on her flushed face, she said, "Di, you do Tom". Diane took a long drink of her wine, thinking. Then, with a playful smirk tugging at her mouth, she said, "OK big boy, same position for you that Sarah had." She handed the timer to Sarah and asked her to kneel at my head and hold my legs apart. She placed herself again behind the couch. Now my privates were up in the air and again I was looking at that beautiful pussy of Sarah's. And it was about to get better. Diane played me like a concert violinist. She licked and sucked everything. I even remember a finger found it's way in my anus. The minute ended almost as it started. What idiot limited this to a minute?!!
Diane rolled high next and had Sarah do me. If Di was a concert violinist, Sarah was a virtuoso. She had me in the same position, but she was kneeling at my head, and several times managed to lower her pussy unto my face and she worked on me. It was only a minute but I came just as the timer went off. Sarah didn't stop right away. She helped me finish. As she got up she bent over and kiss me, making sure I tasted my own cum.
I twisted around and just lay on the couch, spent for the moment. Di rolled for me and I was the high number with two sixes. There were three movements left in this concert. Me doing Di, and both ladies doing each other. I wasn't ready to do anything, so, I thought, what would bring me back the quickest. "Sarah", I said, "Do Di".
There was no embarassment, and no hesitation. She smiled and took Diane's hand and led her to the ottoman. It was large and padded and fit Di's back fine but left her bottom-half off the edge, supported only by her legs and feet. I started the timer when Sarah's mouth contacted Di's pussy. It was a beautiful sight. Di had to hold herself up with her legs, but she was able to arch her back and push into Sarah's caresses. Sarah concentrated on her clitoris, tongue flicking gently, then sucking in an amazing rhythm. Di shuddered, and then the timer went off. But Sarah kept going and in a moment Di bucked several times in blissful moaning orgasm. It was surreal!
Sarah sat there between Di's legs, very pleased with herself. After a moment Diane pulled herself up sitting on the ottoman, grabbed Sarah's face in both hands and kissed her passionately. When the kiss broke they looked at each other for a long moment. Then Di slid to her knees on the floor and pushed Sarah back on the carpet, she turned, got on top of her in sixty-nine fashion, and buried her face between Sarah's legs. Sarah responded in kind. There was no roll of the dice. There was no timer. There was no me! Transformation. It was just the two of them and a sexual magic so intense that all else fell away. They were not in a frenzy, but the creators of a moving orchestration, a suspended moment of physical poetry. It was a sublime dance of body and passion, and abandon. It was, in the truest possible sense of the word, stunning! Passion was given and taken. The music of satisfaction, of intense pleasure and joy, arose from each of them until they were expended.
It didn't really end, either. It kind of uncoiled. It slowed to a pace where breaths could be caught, where blood could cease rushing and thought processes could restart. The two women lay there, one on top of the other until the room regained stability and the floor could be trusted to be the floor again. Diane lifted herself enough to slid to the floor beside Sarah.
A millennium later Diane said, "Wow!" That was answered by a deep growling satisfied sigh from Sarah. In another millennium Sarah sat up and looked at me. Her hair all messed up, but her eyes wide and beaming. "Oh," she said, "look at you there." I hadn't realized it but I was rock-hard again. Witnessing their magical exchange had brought me back from the dead. She got up and got Diane's glass and handed it to her, then got both of our drinks and sat on the couch next to me, but looking at Diane. There was no doubt about the chemistry between them. I should have seen it much earlier. It was probably apparent when the two of them joined forces to talk me out of my clothes.
Diane yelled, "Enough of this fooling around. Somebody's gotta screw me!"
And she reached up to where I was sitting and took hold of my penis. That made Sarah laugh, which made me laugh, which made Di laugh. Di pulled herself sitting yanking a little too hard on my hard on. She turned and rolled onto her knees, and began alternately sucking my pecker and saying, "Please, please". Again we all laughed. I looked at Sarah and shrugged my shoulders, kind of asking her what I should do. I didn't want to do anything that would hurt our relationship. As crazy and intimate as this had all been, it hadn't included that final act, that consummate violation of marriage sanctity that seemed so important in the world. In all our years of marriage I had never broke that vow, and as much as I wanted both of these women right now, if Sarah said no, then I would honor that without question. But Sarah stood up to refill her glass, took a sip of her wine, then did her best Daisy Duke courtesy, and in a mock southern bell voice said, "Jes you 'member who you brung to the day-nce". And again we all laughed.
I looked down at Diane. She was smiling and batting her eyes at me in that innocent little girl fashion. I said, "OK, my lady, your wish is my command. It's all up to you". As Di stood up a thought occurred to me and I added, "Is there a place for Sarah in this too?"
Di had to think a moment but Sarah spoke first. "No, I'm not... you two just do your thing. I'll just watch."
Diane took us to her bed where she laid on her back, her hips right at the edge. She lifted her legs straight up and beckoned me to join her. I approached. I kissed the back of one knee and down the inside of her thigh. I repeated with her other leg, ending with my mouth on her muff, slowly licking and sucking. After a moment she moaned and told me to enter her, "now!" I did.
Sarah came closer and sat on the bed by Diane's head and lightly stroked her face, something that Sarah always liked for me to do to her. I held Di's legs close to my chest at first, then moved them apart, little by little, as I slowly pumped in and out. I thought about how lucky I was, looking down at my member moving in and out of this beautiful women with my lovely wife watching and enjoying. Then thinking became too difficult.
Too soon Diane erupted in several deep orgasms. She began sucking on Sarah's fingers as I pumped faster and faster. She orgasmed again and I quickly followed. My legs grew weak and I half collapsed on top of her. I lay there for the moment, the sweat of our bodies mingling. I felt Sarah's hand rubbing my hair. If this was a dream, then I wished to never wake up.
Needless to say, we ended up spending the night - all three of us together in Diane's bed. There was more activity before the evening ended. Diane's dildo came out of hiding, which she intimately introduced to Sarah. Somewhere along the way we were all in a circle eating one and other. Exhaustion eventually overcame each of us and we gave into sleep. Together.
In the morning Sarah and I took turns in the shower while Diane made coffee and pancakes. We ate, and then Diane jumped in the shower. I suggested to Sarah that we surprise Diane when she comes out of the shower, tie her up and shave her pubes bald, like Sarah's. I really think that is beautiful and sexy. Diane stepped out of the shower, and while leaning over toweling off her head, we struck. I think it really startled her at first and she let out a scream. But then she heard us talking and laughing as we slipped loops of her robe tie over her wrists and held her arms. We put a belt around her waist and tied her hand to the belt. Another belt was threaded through her elbows and behind her back (we had used this on each other in the past). The towel was still over her head and she couldn't see. I carried her to the bed while Sarah found rope and we tie her legs up high and far apart on the bedposts, almost like she was the evening before. She didn't know exactly what we were planning but knew it would be sexual and didn't resist too hard. She was tied and blindfolded by the towel when she felt Sarah snipping away at her muff with the scissors. She squirmed a bit until Sarah mentioned that she might cut her accidentally. I warmed some body oils that Di had, and put a fresh blade in the shaver. We tucked a large plastic garbage bag under her hips. Di let out a very satisfied moan when I rubbed the well-warmed oil over her pubes. I rubbed for a couple minutes and her labia responded by swelling, which would make shaving easier. I used the razor carefully and removed all remaining hair and stubble, always adding more warm lotions. Di said later that it was amazingly exotic. Before we untied her, we took turns eating her, Sarah bringing her to orgasm. Then we both screwed her, Sarah with a dildo, and me in a rerun of the night before. Diane was not used to her new look but said she would see about keeping it, especially if she was going to see us again. I said that was my wish, "That this would all happen again." We all agreed to make it happen. A while later, with promises and good intentions, we left to drive back home. Sarah and I kept talking about this weekend's events nearly all the way home. How did it start and develop, how exciting different moments where, how Sarah almost didn't get naked, which would have changed everything. It was all very hard to believe. I asked her about her wish. She never said what it was. She smiled and said, "Well, maybe one day I'll tell you. For now, I think some things are better left unspoken". This, of course, set me to wondering, but waiting may be worth it.
This happened in the fall of the last year. Nearly eight months have past and we have yet to get back together. We have tried several times but, with Murphy's Law at play, something has always come up. Now Diane has met someone. She is still interested in getting together with us again, but doesn’t no how to explain it to her new lover. She is afraid of what he might think, and doesn’t want to jeopardize her relationship with him. Some times life just won't play fair.
Sorry there are no pictures. We simply didn’t think of it. With all that was going on it never occurred to any of us to pull out a camera. Also, I doubt your readers will be too disappointed. I just turned 61, and the ladies are 60 and 58. While I think we are in excellent shape for the miles, I'm sure your patrons will be happier looking at the younger folks. Yet I feel compelled to point out that sexuality isn't restricted to the young. There are no rules that say you have to give it up because you have managed to be on the AARP mailing list. I am particularly interested in hearing from other "older" viewers. Perhaps there are enough great stories in the post 50 group that you will add a new category to your great website.
Thanks,
Tom
notsolo@gmail.com
I have been married, happily, for a long time. I love my wife and our sex life is good. But it is seldom exciting and I miss that. Late last spring I receive an email from an old girl friend, Diane. We dated in high school, and had become good friends, sadly for me, without ever accomplishing sexual conquest. Over the years she got married, I got married, and living in different parts of the country we lost touch. I told my wife, Sarah, about the email, and she remembered her from a dinner party way back when.
I traded email with Di several times during the summer, and learned that she was divorced and living near the coast, about three hours away. I suggested to Sarah that we go visit and catch up. She thought that she remembered liking Diane, and that it would be fun.
Arrangements were made and as the fall of the year began we showed up at Diane's home on a sunny Saturday about noon. Diane fed us a light brunch and we renewed our comfortable friendship, shared the stories of our personal tragedies, triumphs, and memories. One story recounted by Diane was about when a group of us were out at a lake and decided to go skinny-dipping. Most everyone backed out but I was among a few of us who stripped and dove in. That was before I had met Sarah, and she looked surprise, but then told of a camping trip in which I had got naked in a river with some other people. My past was catching up with me so I decided it was a good time makes a beer run. It was suggested that I pick up some wine and something to grill for dinner.
When I returned the ladies were laughing and having a great time. They seemed like old friends that meet in the Laundromat every Wednesday. I opened the wine for them and a beer for me and we all talked on. After much of the afternoon passed and thoughts of food coming to mind, the two ladies looked at each other, with that secret-knowing something smile, and Di said that I should start up the grill and get dinner cooking. Then both ladies giggled and said simultaneously, "Naked!" That made me laugh as I got up with the intention of starting the grill. They, of course, laughed too. Then Sarah, my shy, always prim wife, said, "No, really Tom, naked." I laughed again, but then turned to look at her. They weren't kidding. They wanted me to get naked in front of them. More than that, get naked out on the deck!
I wasn't the kid I used to be and I think I got red-faced embarrassed. It sure felt like it. I was astonished, too. This was not the kind of thing that Sarah did. Of course I said, "No way!" But they persisted, with silly arguments like,” It wasn't anything they hadn't seen before", and "I owed it to old friends to be genial". I was finishing my second beer, and laughing at their attempts to persuade me. It was outrageous!, and yet... the idea did have some excitement in it. I had read about some CFNM experiences on this Truth or Dare website and found them quite entertaining.
But I kept saying no and went out to get the charcoal going. The grill was on the deck where it was still fairly hot in the late afternoon sun. I found I was really enjoying this idea of being nude for these two women. It was particularly wild because Sarah never acted openly sexual like this. She is very proper about sex and nakedness outside of our bedroom. But she had been pitching the arguments and teasing me right a long with Diane. I was flattered, actually, but also mystified by the whole thing.
I got the coals fired up and was tending them when they came out. Sarah, not Diane to my surprise, said, "Ok, what will it take for you to get naked and cook our dinner?" She had the most devilish grin on her face. They both did. I just couldn't figure it. They kept making offers like they would wash my car, Sarah would give me a weeks worth of back rubs. That kind of stuff.
Finally I said the obvious thing any guy would say. I said, "Both of you get naked with me." Sarah rolled her eyes, looked at Diane and said, "I told ya".
Diane said she couldn't do that 'cause the neighbors might see. "But they might see me too," I said. "How will you explain that to them?" She responded, "Easily, and savoring every moment". Then she added, "You’d be my trophy-man, at the PTA". Both girls laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh too. But then Sarah shrugged, and said that was the end of it, she couldn't get naked outside. The two of them went in the house to make a salad and the rest of dinner.
With the coals going, I came in to get the steaks ready. They were both silent, but still had that secret-knowing, disquieting grin on their faces. Ignoring that, I asked Di where the seasonings were. She gestured toward the cupboard by the range, but said nothing, just held that smile. As I started to prepare the steaks I started chuckling again. It was all too unbelievable. The whole scenario was unbelievable - the not seeing an old girlfriend in 15 years, the kinship of two women that barely knew each other, my straight-laced wife completely abandoning her personality, their crazy request, and me considering it! It was all too much. I couldn't help but laugh. It was hilarious! I knew then that I wanted to do it. The thought of it was exciting me right down to my testicles. I started thinking about how to get some real fun out of it. My little bursts of laughter got them going, changed their smirks into giggles and then to full blown laughter. We were all three enjoying deep belly laughs. My wife leaned in and kissed my cheek. I tried to read some significant meaning in the kiss, but I couldn't. I rubbed the steaks with oil and worked the spices in while chuckling and thinking about what to do. I set the steaks aside for a short marinade then turned to them. "OK, here's how it’s got to go," I said, "I'm not going to do this alone. You both have to do it too. You don't have to go outside, but when I'm done cooking the steaks and bring them back into the house, you both have to be as naked as the day you were born.
I let that sink in and thought a moment while they exchanged glances, and those women to women signals I'm not supposed to understand. When I thought they seemed like they would agree, I added, "We all have to stay naked for an hour, and for the first half hour, every five minutes, we have to do a one minute group hug."
Sarah let out a sarcastic "ha!" with an "In your dreams" smugness locked on her face. She looked over a Di, expecting Diane to dismiss the idea too. But Di stood there in thought. In a moment she looked at both of us and said, "I'm in!"
Sarah about wet her pants, and started arguing, first with Diane, then with me. After her initial volley of objections and proclamations why that wasn't going to happen, I realized she was only arguing, she hadn't simply said "no". That told me she wasn't decided against it. I put it all on the line. I told her the steaks would be ready to cook in five minutes, then I would take them out to the grill, my way, or their way. "You have that long to make up your mind", I said and walked out on the deck to check if the coals were ready. I could hear them talking quietly, but couldn't tell what they were saying, until I heard Di exclaim, "I haven't in four years, I can't pass this up", her voice rolled into a suite of giggles.
When I came back in Diane was smiling like the cat that ate the canary, and Sarah had on that resolute, crooked smile that said she knew she had lost the argument. I wore the SEG now. I kissed her on the cheek and said," Honey, it's all up to you." I walked past her to the counter, picked up the tray of steaks and started back for the door. I could hear the battle raging in her head as I walked by. There should have been steam rising from her hair. As I reach for the door handle, my stomach started to flip-flop with disappointment. I was really into this! Then just as I stepped onto the deck Sarah said, "OK", followed by a huge sigh. I came back in the house feeling like a kid again. I looked at Sarah. She was nervous, but she also had an excited glint in her eye.
Then she started. "OK, but no funny stuff. No group hug....AND NOTHING SEXUAL!"
I said, "Get real Sarah, it's all sexual. That's the whole thing! And we have to have the hugs", I was beaming at her. I watched as she struggled to find an argument that made sense. I think she saw that none of it made sense but protested anyway, "We don't need the hugs,...why do we need the hugs?"
"Because otherwise we will be sitting there wondering if the others are as embarrassed as we are and be real uncomfortable waiting for it to end", I said, having no idea if that made sense. "And we need several short hugs so we can get use to it gradually." I did think that was true.
She put on her sarcastic smile again, trying to let go of her reservations.
"Come on", I said, "I'll be fun if we let it"
It took a moment, but then she stepped in front of me and took the tray of steaks. She said, "OK, so why are you still dressed?"
I wanted to kiss her. She was taking charge of her inhibitions and I felt she would really enjoy it if she were able to keep them in check. Diane, whom I had momentarily forgotten, piped up, "Get naked Boy!"
In all the arguing, laughing, teasing, and talking I hadn't really thought about this moment. My wife and another women from high school were looking at me, waiting for me to take my clothes off! I felt the blood rush to me face and my groin simultaneously. I'm sure I got red-faced, and the anxiety hit me like a truck. I must have stood there immobilized for a long moment because Sarah said, "Ooow... not so sure of yourself now, are ya?" She and Diane exchanged glances. The she looked back at me. She wore the biggest SEG when she threw my own words back at me, "Common Bub, it'll be fun if you let it!"
I had to stand and deliver. I sucked it up, that extreme self-conscious feeling, and began to strip. Shoes, socks, shirt, then pants all came off, each with a feeling awkward anticipation. Then standing there in my shorts I suddenly felt "ah, what the hell". With a smile on my face and watching the faces of these two ladies, I slowly pulled them down until my somewhat erect penis popped out. I let the shorts drop lifted my hands like a preacher and said, "What you see is what you get!” and did a complete 360 degree turn.
There was applause - Diane clapped three or four claps. Not exactly a great debut reception. Sarah, seeming to be embarrassed for me, just said, "Well...", long pause, "...here". She handed me the tray of steaks. I was embarrassed, being bare assed, and all. This wasn't like going skinny dipping or river surffing. This was getting naked so people could look at you, check you out. I didn't want to seem concerned so I didn't look down. I just hoped I didn't have a full erection. It didn't feel like it, but I wasn't sure of any of the feelings I had at the moment. On the other hand an erection would be preferable to having my balls suck up and my pecker do its turtle act. Too late now, I reasoned. I grabbed the tray and headed for the door. There was a wide-brimmed leather hat on a peg next to the door. On a whim, I grabbed the hat, turned toward the ladies, and tipped the hat and said, "Mam", and with that went outside on the deck and over to the grill. I got the steaks on the grill and then remembered that they always cooked better with a beer in my hand. I went in to get one and, funny thing, they were on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. I had put them on the top shelf. I bent over and grabbed one and as soon as I stood up Diane looked away. Sarah said, "Get me one two, would ya", her face frozen in that innocent "I didn't do anything" grin. I handed her the beer in my hand and bent over to get another. Di didn't look away this time. Just smiled.
Feeling the heat in my groin, but again not looking, I said, "This is going to be interesting", I said and walked back out to the grill. I could feel my pecker rocking as I walked. Yep, I had a pretty good erection. My groupies soon came out and took up residence in the lounge chairs behind me. "Diane said, "You look so cute in that hat". I turned partly around and nodded a "Thank you Mam". I was obviously going to be the topic of conversation. Comment on the whiteness of my cheeks, "but decent symmetry, don't you think?" It was pointed out that I had "Lovely" love handles. Diane, true to her word, spotted the neighbors, Bill and Liz I think she said, shouted and waved a Hello. Bill and Liz waved back. But I was pretty sure the grill blocked their view so I just drank my beer and tended the steaks and coals. I can't recount all the enuindo that passed at my expense. Needless to say the ladies enjoyed myself. And their gaze and talk made me rock hard at full attention. When the steaks were nearly done I advised the ladies that they needed to "make their preparations" for dinner. Di looked over at Bill and Liz's, who were no longer outside, then began to strip right there in the lounge chair. Sarah had stood up to go inside but stopped and just watched Diane, her mouth hanging open. I watched too, with keen interest. There was no hesitation on Diane's part. Her sandals were coached to the deck. Off came the blouse, followed by the bra. She unzipped her jeans, raised her butt and slid them off like butter off of a warm knife. She wore no panties. She was quite the good lookin' lady. She had been skinny back in high school, but now she was very nicely proportioned, with her pubic hair nicely trimmed to just a small patch covering her pubic mound. Sarah was gawking, frozen in place looking at Di in all her glory. Di looked at Sarah, "All we need now is the salad and you naked Sarah". We both watched memorized as Di walk to the door and went in.
"Your turn, Honey", I said, but she ignored me. After a moment she said, "That girl is ...", but she couldn't find the words. She wore a kind of awed expression.
"You liked what you saw, didn't you", I observed.
"No", she retorted, way too emphatically, "No, I was just surpr...., yeah...well ...I guess I did". She spoke as though she was dealing with something amazing. And it was. Crazy and amazing.
"Oh Sarah", came a singing request, "Time to come in and play". That stirred Sarah out of her thoughts and she moved cautiously to the door.
When I brought the steaks in the table was set but Sarah was still clad in everything except her top. She had got that off. But she was shaking. She was very nervous and I really felt for her. I didn't want this to be a bad thing that might have long term affects. Discomfort was one thing, but the pain of fear is another thing altogether.
"Honey", I said, "You don't have to go through with this, just stop, it's OK". She looked at me, then put on a forced smile, then looked at Diane.
With a small, choked laugh she said, "This is so silly, I...I don't know why I'm having trouble with this", and forced another laugh. Then she added, "I want to do it… I will." She took a couple deep breathes, then just yanked her bra up over her head. Almost before her boobs bounced back down she was pulling her pants off, then her panties, trying to do it all at once, with no time to think. It was as though she was afraid she wouldn't be able to do if she hesitated. Catching her breath again, then like an eight-year-old who just finished her special ballerina dance, she thrust her arms up and, with a weak voice said, "Ta Da!" Diane cheered and we both clapped. She was gorgeous to me. I just hugged her, still holding the steaks.
"We need to eat," Sarah said trying to shake her nervousness and regain composure. I poured more wine and we all dove into the meal. Then I remember the group hug every five minutes and jumped up to get the timer. When it went off five minutes later, we all agreed to reset it and finish the meal while it was still warm.
The food and wine, and the light conversation, got us all back together. When the timer went off this time, we were all feeling pretty good, and looked at each other with more anticipation then worry. I picked up the timer, set for one minute and we awkwardly scooted together for a three-way embrace. The room had been cooling off as the evening approached, so the warmth of each other’s bodies was a shared delight. I also had a quite obvious reaction, to which Sarah remarked, "Oh dear", and Diane remarked simply, "Ooohh". That made us all laugh and the minute was up. I reset the timer for five minutes and we sat down for more wine and talk. Everyone kept watching the timer, only now it was with wishes that it would hurry. In the second hug Sarah said that she was fine now, that this felt good, although hugging another naked women was still a bit strange. I agreed that it was strange, "and fantastic!" I added.
We sat down in the family room to wait for the next hug. Sarah, now seeming to be quite relaxed, announced, "After the last hug I get a wish!" Di wasted no time saying, "Me too. After the last hug the ladies get a wish!"
I protested. "Ahh, no, not unless everybody gets one". No one wanted to argue so we just agreed that everyone got a wish. I knew instantly what mine would be, but I was really curious about what had prompted Sarah to make her declaration. I asked her but she said, "Nope, not 'till after the last hug." Diane asked what my wish was, did I know already? I said that I did, and that I would tell them in two hours, " If we were all still naked". The ladies both smiled at that.
In the next hug hands started rubbing, shoulders and arms and backs, and butts. The sensation was unbelievable and I, of course demonstrated my pleasure, whether I wanted to or not. For the last hug I informed everyone that hands would be on the "inside of the circle" this time. They would be in front of us, and I suggest that they should not be idle.
No doubt that the wine played its roll in getting us to this point, but each of us felt quite comfortable in each others company. Hands did travel everywhere. Both ladies briefly traded rubbing my penis and balls. But what really surprised me was that, when I worked my hands down to their crotches, their hands were already there, exploring each other! I think my pecker jumped and grew double over that. What a mind blow!
The timer raced through the last minute and last group hug. When it rang we all took our time stopping, and then, with hesitation pulled away. Sarah's hand was the last to withdraw and it withdrew from Di's pussy.
Sarah broke the spell for us when she said, "Oh, god, I need some more wine!" Sarah brought the wine and glasses, and filled one for each of us. We sat back in the room in a kind of stupor. We were all caught in a blue funk. Until now we had a plan that moved us forward. But now it was done, and that was depressing. The wine was a great pacifier but we needed to find something to get us going. Finally Diane spoke up. "I have to say that was the best meal and after dinner treat I have ever had!" That made us laugh, and we voiced our agreement. I said, "What really blew my mind was when I tried to touch your pussies, you both were already touching each other, that was hot!" Neither lady said anything for a moment, like they hand were embarrassed. They glanced at each other. Then Di, still looking at Sarah, said, "Your wife is hot!" Then, looking at me, she added, "And you’re pretty hot too". She took pity on me. Sarah said, "Thanks Di, you are very sexy yourself". I joined in with kudos to both ladies. They really did look good.
I was sitting on the couch and Diane was sitting on in a large chair across from me. She was sitting on one leg and had the other up on the chair with her knee pointing up. It afforded me the most marvelous view of her pubes. It also gave full view to Sarah. Sarah was seated cross-legged, Indian style. This pulled the pussy lips slightly apart. A view I noticed when I stood up to get more wine, and an excellent view from where Diane set. Yet somehow we had lost the momentum and we were loosing the passion. We need to do something fast. I said, "OK you two, stand up". They looked at me, waiting for an explanation. I said, "Come on, stand up, group hug right now. " This seemed to work and they both stood up and came to me. We hugged, but it was like that awkward first hug. I said, " Will you do what I tell you for the next couple minutes?” I could see questions in their eyes. "Come on, you trust me, so trust me now". They both agreed after a restless shifting from one foot to the other. I put one hand on each of their butts, "Diane watch", I said, "Sarah, kiss me passionately". She smiled and did as she was told. It was passionate. My "meter" registered the kiss and was beginning to throb. Then I said, "Sarah watch, Diane kiss me passionately". I expected some objection from Sarah, but none came. Diane placed her wet lips on mine and was just as passionate as Sarah. The meter registered a couple more clicks. "OK", I said, "Now you two kiss each other passionately". I felt Sarah twitch just a bit and was expecting her protest, but it never came. Both girls smiled sheepishly, and kissed. It was amazing! They built it up slowly, tender and careful at first, then exploring. It finished with Di holding Sarah's face in both hands and Sarah's arms around Diane. To say it was very passionate would be like saying the Venus de Milo statue was a nice rock.
They were breathing a bit hard when they broke the kiss. I was too, actually, though I was just watching, they were right in my arms. My meter was at full scale. All of us wanted this I thought. It is just new territory and we need a leader. I knew what I wanted to happen and it looked like I could make it happen if I took charge.
"Alright, we nearly lost it a few minutes ago," I said, trying to think ahead and keep us moving ahead. "We need to decide if we are going to let it all go and be done, or are we going to take it further. From here further means getting real intimate and stopping will be hard. Before we break this hug we should decide." I left it hanging there. I realized my hands were caressing their butts, and I quietly hoped that had a positive influence. I wanted to go ahead, and I thought they did too. If I could get them to say it, if we could agree on that, than we could use that to get some momentum again. I tried to prepare my mind for any arguments they might have.
"My wish," Diane started, and then hesitated. She took a deep breath, then said, "...was going to be that you would stay the night, both of you, in my bed with me". She looked doubtful and added, "I know it a bit strange, not seeing either of you in so long, and we didn't really know each other at all Sarah, but... but I think you're great and I WANT to know you. And I kind of like this crazy man you have here” She was smiling, but it wasn't her confident, self-assured smile. It was core, and hopeful.
Sarah was looking down while Di spoke. She looked up at Di then me and said. "I can't tell you yet about my wish, except, if we quit now, it will never happen. So I think I want to keep going, and it needs to be now, Tom, because this is really hard for me and I'm afraid I will back out if we stop".
"Then we all agree we are moving on." Nods from both. "OK, then if you still trust me, we will due a variation on the group hug". I chose my words carefully. "In ten minutes we will each give each other oral pleasure for one minute." The moment was electric. We were still in the hug and the electricity ran in circles from one to another. No one pulled back. Landmark!...I thought.
I quickly asked Diane if she had any dice, or a deck of cards, hoping this would give everyone something else to think about. It didn't work. She brought out both, but we still thought about what was coming. We all had some more sips of wine. Sarah was fidgety. She said, "This waiting is killing me, why'd you say ten minutes?" I answered, "Because the anticipation is oh-so-sweet! Then I added, "I'm new at this too, I did know what to do, I just took a shot"
"It's time," said Diane.
"OK, then, I said, "Every one roll the dice. High roller decides who will do who." I rolled a nine, Diane rolled a three, and Sarah rolled eleven. This seemed to stress her. I don't think she wanted to make any decisions, just do what she was told. But she stepped up, pointed at me, and said, "Come here Tom," and rubbed her pussy. I was to do her.
She had chosen the safest, her old lover Tom. But, I thought, that didn't mean it had to be uninspired. I picked her up and carried her to the couch. I laid her down, but then grabbed her legs and spun her so that she was upside-down, with her head and shoulders on the seat cushion and legs up. I asked Diane to go behind the couch and hold like a wishbone. I put a knee on either side of Sarah's head and knelt on the couch, holding her head fast. She had the most beautiful pussy in the world, smooth and bare, full fleshy labia and an easy scent that drove me crazy. Diane started the timer and I began licking, sucking and caressing that beautiful mound like it was the first time.
Di held her leg up and wide apart. She stood so that my head would brush her belly when I would lick Sarah full length, clit to anus. Sarah moaned softly, handling my penis, which was moving inches above her face. But I had just started when the timer went off, saying the minute was up. Sarah groaned in disappointment. I think she was close to an orgasm. I reached out and grabbed Di's butt, pulled her closer and planted a very juicy kiss on her belly before disengaging from Sarah and the couch.
We all rolled the dice again, and again Sarah was the high roller. She had to decide again who would do whom. After a moment, with a smile on her flushed face, she said, "Di, you do Tom". Diane took a long drink of her wine, thinking. Then, with a playful smirk tugging at her mouth, she said, "OK big boy, same position for you that Sarah had." She handed the timer to Sarah and asked her to kneel at my head and hold my legs apart. She placed herself again behind the couch. Now my privates were up in the air and again I was looking at that beautiful pussy of Sarah's. And it was about to get better. Diane played me like a concert violinist. She licked and sucked everything. I even remember a finger found it's way in my anus. The minute ended almost as it started. What idiot limited this to a minute?!!
Diane rolled high next and had Sarah do me. If Di was a concert violinist, Sarah was a virtuoso. She had me in the same position, but she was kneeling at my head, and several times managed to lower her pussy unto my face and she worked on me. It was only a minute but I came just as the timer went off. Sarah didn't stop right away. She helped me finish. As she got up she bent over and kiss me, making sure I tasted my own cum.
I twisted around and just lay on the couch, spent for the moment. Di rolled for me and I was the high number with two sixes. There were three movements left in this concert. Me doing Di, and both ladies doing each other. I wasn't ready to do anything, so, I thought, what would bring me back the quickest. "Sarah", I said, "Do Di".
There was no embarassment, and no hesitation. She smiled and took Diane's hand and led her to the ottoman. It was large and padded and fit Di's back fine but left her bottom-half off the edge, supported only by her legs and feet. I started the timer when Sarah's mouth contacted Di's pussy. It was a beautiful sight. Di had to hold herself up with her legs, but she was able to arch her back and push into Sarah's caresses. Sarah concentrated on her clitoris, tongue flicking gently, then sucking in an amazing rhythm. Di shuddered, and then the timer went off. But Sarah kept going and in a moment Di bucked several times in blissful moaning orgasm. It was surreal!
Sarah sat there between Di's legs, very pleased with herself. After a moment Diane pulled herself up sitting on the ottoman, grabbed Sarah's face in both hands and kissed her passionately. When the kiss broke they looked at each other for a long moment. Then Di slid to her knees on the floor and pushed Sarah back on the carpet, she turned, got on top of her in sixty-nine fashion, and buried her face between Sarah's legs. Sarah responded in kind. There was no roll of the dice. There was no timer. There was no me! Transformation. It was just the two of them and a sexual magic so intense that all else fell away. They were not in a frenzy, but the creators of a moving orchestration, a suspended moment of physical poetry. It was a sublime dance of body and passion, and abandon. It was, in the truest possible sense of the word, stunning! Passion was given and taken. The music of satisfaction, of intense pleasure and joy, arose from each of them until they were expended.
It didn't really end, either. It kind of uncoiled. It slowed to a pace where breaths could be caught, where blood could cease rushing and thought processes could restart. The two women lay there, one on top of the other until the room regained stability and the floor could be trusted to be the floor again. Diane lifted herself enough to slid to the floor beside Sarah.
A millennium later Diane said, "Wow!" That was answered by a deep growling satisfied sigh from Sarah. In another millennium Sarah sat up and looked at me. Her hair all messed up, but her eyes wide and beaming. "Oh," she said, "look at you there." I hadn't realized it but I was rock-hard again. Witnessing their magical exchange had brought me back from the dead. She got up and got Diane's glass and handed it to her, then got both of our drinks and sat on the couch next to me, but looking at Diane. There was no doubt about the chemistry between them. I should have seen it much earlier. It was probably apparent when the two of them joined forces to talk me out of my clothes.
Diane yelled, "Enough of this fooling around. Somebody's gotta screw me!"
And she reached up to where I was sitting and took hold of my penis. That made Sarah laugh, which made me laugh, which made Di laugh. Di pulled herself sitting yanking a little too hard on my hard on. She turned and rolled onto her knees, and began alternately sucking my pecker and saying, "Please, please". Again we all laughed. I looked at Sarah and shrugged my shoulders, kind of asking her what I should do. I didn't want to do anything that would hurt our relationship. As crazy and intimate as this had all been, it hadn't included that final act, that consummate violation of marriage sanctity that seemed so important in the world. In all our years of marriage I had never broke that vow, and as much as I wanted both of these women right now, if Sarah said no, then I would honor that without question. But Sarah stood up to refill her glass, took a sip of her wine, then did her best Daisy Duke courtesy, and in a mock southern bell voice said, "Jes you 'member who you brung to the day-nce". And again we all laughed.
I looked down at Diane. She was smiling and batting her eyes at me in that innocent little girl fashion. I said, "OK, my lady, your wish is my command. It's all up to you". As Di stood up a thought occurred to me and I added, "Is there a place for Sarah in this too?"
Di had to think a moment but Sarah spoke first. "No, I'm not... you two just do your thing. I'll just watch."
Diane took us to her bed where she laid on her back, her hips right at the edge. She lifted her legs straight up and beckoned me to join her. I approached. I kissed the back of one knee and down the inside of her thigh. I repeated with her other leg, ending with my mouth on her muff, slowly licking and sucking. After a moment she moaned and told me to enter her, "now!" I did.
Sarah came closer and sat on the bed by Diane's head and lightly stroked her face, something that Sarah always liked for me to do to her. I held Di's legs close to my chest at first, then moved them apart, little by little, as I slowly pumped in and out. I thought about how lucky I was, looking down at my member moving in and out of this beautiful women with my lovely wife watching and enjoying. Then thinking became too difficult.
Too soon Diane erupted in several deep orgasms. She began sucking on Sarah's fingers as I pumped faster and faster. She orgasmed again and I quickly followed. My legs grew weak and I half collapsed on top of her. I lay there for the moment, the sweat of our bodies mingling. I felt Sarah's hand rubbing my hair. If this was a dream, then I wished to never wake up.
Needless to say, we ended up spending the night - all three of us together in Diane's bed. There was more activity before the evening ended. Diane's dildo came out of hiding, which she intimately introduced to Sarah. Somewhere along the way we were all in a circle eating one and other. Exhaustion eventually overcame each of us and we gave into sleep. Together.
In the morning Sarah and I took turns in the shower while Diane made coffee and pancakes. We ate, and then Diane jumped in the shower. I suggested to Sarah that we surprise Diane when she comes out of the shower, tie her up and shave her pubes bald, like Sarah's. I really think that is beautiful and sexy. Diane stepped out of the shower, and while leaning over toweling off her head, we struck. I think it really startled her at first and she let out a scream. But then she heard us talking and laughing as we slipped loops of her robe tie over her wrists and held her arms. We put a belt around her waist and tied her hand to the belt. Another belt was threaded through her elbows and behind her back (we had used this on each other in the past). The towel was still over her head and she couldn't see. I carried her to the bed while Sarah found rope and we tie her legs up high and far apart on the bedposts, almost like she was the evening before. She didn't know exactly what we were planning but knew it would be sexual and didn't resist too hard. She was tied and blindfolded by the towel when she felt Sarah snipping away at her muff with the scissors. She squirmed a bit until Sarah mentioned that she might cut her accidentally. I warmed some body oils that Di had, and put a fresh blade in the shaver. We tucked a large plastic garbage bag under her hips. Di let out a very satisfied moan when I rubbed the well-warmed oil over her pubes. I rubbed for a couple minutes and her labia responded by swelling, which would make shaving easier. I used the razor carefully and removed all remaining hair and stubble, always adding more warm lotions. Di said later that it was amazingly exotic. Before we untied her, we took turns eating her, Sarah bringing her to orgasm. Then we both screwed her, Sarah with a dildo, and me in a rerun of the night before. Diane was not used to her new look but said she would see about keeping it, especially if she was going to see us again. I said that was my wish, "That this would all happen again." We all agreed to make it happen. A while later, with promises and good intentions, we left to drive back home. Sarah and I kept talking about this weekend's events nearly all the way home. How did it start and develop, how exciting different moments where, how Sarah almost didn't get naked, which would have changed everything. It was all very hard to believe. I asked her about her wish. She never said what it was. She smiled and said, "Well, maybe one day I'll tell you. For now, I think some things are better left unspoken". This, of course, set me to wondering, but waiting may be worth it.
This happened in the fall of the last year. Nearly eight months have past and we have yet to get back together. We have tried several times but, with Murphy's Law at play, something has always come up. Now Diane has met someone. She is still interested in getting together with us again, but doesn’t no how to explain it to her new lover. She is afraid of what he might think, and doesn’t want to jeopardize her relationship with him. Some times life just won't play fair.
Sorry there are no pictures. We simply didn’t think of it. With all that was going on it never occurred to any of us to pull out a camera. Also, I doubt your readers will be too disappointed. I just turned 61, and the ladies are 60 and 58. While I think we are in excellent shape for the miles, I'm sure your patrons will be happier looking at the younger folks. Yet I feel compelled to point out that sexuality isn't restricted to the young. There are no rules that say you have to give it up because you have managed to be on the AARP mailing list. I am particularly interested in hearing from other "older" viewers. Perhaps there are enough great stories in the post 50 group that you will add a new category to your great website.
Thanks,
Tom
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