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Archive-name: 3plus/2grlfant.txt
Archive-author: Mark O. Zorro
Archive-title: A Man's Fantasy about Two Women
I have been thinking much about Dianne lately. You see,
she is a very
beautiful single woman, very open sexually, and very
caring for others (it is
difficult for a man, and some women, to resist such a
combination). I met her
several months ago -- of all places -- in the waiting
room of my dentist,
where she shared with me her business (which is of no
relevance to this
story). My wife, Kristin, and I decided a few weeks
later to join her
business venture, and because of this association we
have since developed a
very close friendship with Dianne.
Kristin apparently has also of late been thinking a lot
about Dianne.
The signs are obvious -- daily phone calls, visits to
her apartment, her name
being brought up in our conversation, etc. Last week,
Dianne and Kristin went
backpacking by themselves to the local wilderness area
while I kept our two
kids at home (it is important for my wife, a financial
planner, to get away
from the daily grind and enjoy her friends apart from
me)....
Last Friday, Dianne called me up and wanted me to meet
her for lunch at
our favorite restaurant. After a light lunch with some
equally light but
strangely forced conversation, Dianne looked into my
eyes with a look that
I've never seen before, a look of fear combined with a
look of desire, and
asked, "Mark, it is difficult for me to say this, but I
have fallen in love
with both you and Kristin."
I didn't know how to respond to this. On the one hand,
my sexual desire
for her was burning bright, and I got excited about what
was soon to
transpire, yet her simultaneous love for my wife
confused, scared, and
intrigued me. What could I say? I looked at her for a
moment, and without
thinking I said, "Does Kristin know your feelings for
her? As far as I know,
Kristin is straight, and has never in our relationship
stated anything to the
contrary. All I know is that my desire for you is very
strong, and that I
have wanted for several weeks to make love to you."
"I know about your feelings for me," Dianne replied, "I
could see it in
your actions, in your words, and in your eyes. And my
feelings for you are
just as strong. Kristin knows about my love for her and
for you, and she is
in love with me as she is in love with you. It was
during our backpacking
trip that we expressed our love for one another."
I didn't know what to think, I was really confused by my
feelings. "But
why are you telling me this? What do you want from me if
you and Kristin are
lovers?" I asked.
Dianne replied, "Kristin wanted me to tell you these
things if I felt
from our conversation that it would not damage your
marriage relationship --
she wants me to tell you that she still loves you
deeply. She has known for
awhile that you were infatuated with me. You know, women
can see these
things. I desire you so much and I want to make love to
you. Let's go back
to my apartment and there we can enjoy one another and
talk more about this
crazy situation."
Making love to Dianne that afternoon was heavenly. Her
body, 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 sleeping 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 love to one another. Kristin was quite taken
aback by what I said,
but she quickly recovered with a look of anticipation
and desire that I have
never seen in her before. Kristin then said, "Let's send
the kids to my
mother's for the weekend, I'll think of a good excuse,
and invite Dianne to
stay with us." I agreed to this, we called Dianne, she
readily agreed and we
were all excited. Needless to say Kristin and I made
passionate love that
evening and we later talked very openly about the
different ways we could make
love together with Dianne.
....Watching two passionate women, who love each other,
mutually gratify
their sexual desires is something that every man should
see -- and I'm not
talking about those loveless scenes one sees in most
X-rated films. Men can
learn an awful lot about how to please a woman sexually
by watching how a
woman does it to another woman. After all, who knows
more about a woman than
another woman?...
Kristin and Dianne were obviously very much in love with
each other.
You could feel the passionate heat they generated even
before they touched
each other. They made me sit in a chair while I watched
them in bed. They
each wore a negligee, and I could see the outlines of
their breasts and of
their black triangle of hair where female sexuality
resides. They obviously
loved the way they were dressed, since they looked at
each other just as I was
looking at them. They started with slow kisses, which
became more passionate
as time went on -- it seemed like an eternity. Their
hands, which started out
being fixed on each others back, became more and more
mobile. There was no
part of their bodies that their hands did not touch.
Kristin, my beautiful
wife, was gasping at every caress given by Dianne.
Dianne, being very turned
on by now, loosened Kristin's negligee and took it off,
gloriously revealing
Kristin's body to both of us. "Your breasts are so
beautiful," Dianne said,
"please let me kiss them." Kristin pulled Dianne's head
to her breasts and
moaned "more" as Dianne eagerly yet tenderly licked
them.
Dianne then broke the kisses, got on her back, and told
Kristin, who was
sitting upright on her knees, to move forward until her
vulva was near
Dianne's mouth, as she has done for me several times.
Dianne eagerly thrust
out her tongue to Kristin's moist clitoris, and licked
and kissed and sucked
it in a way I've never done for Kristin before. You
could see Kristin's body
slowly swaying, like a pendulum, which started to speed
up as Dianne speeded
up her tongue motion. Then, in a frantic way that I have
never heard Kristin
say, she said, "Please... more." At that moment, Dianne
inserted one finger
into Kristin's vagina and another finger from the other
hand into her anus and
began to earnestly and rhythmically bring her down the
home stretch with her
tongue and lips and fingers. Kristin exploded into a
orgasm that I have never
seen in any woman before, even Dianne on Friday. She
gasped and fell limp on
the bed, exhausted, and content. I was in awe.
As Dianne was slowly caressing Kristin during her short
time of
recovery, my passion arose to a height I've never felt
before. I walked over
to the bed, took my clothes off (so I could relieve the
pressure of my
super-erect penis) and got on the bed next to Dianne and
started to kiss her.
I helped Dianne take off her negligee, revealing her
beautiful breasts with
very hard and erect nipples; I could feel the animal
heat emanate from her
vagina, begging for satisfaction. She then took hold of
my very hard penis
and began to rub it firmly, and then went down on me and
began to lick and
suck it. I could feel the moistness around her mouth, no
doubt from Kristin's
vaginal juices. Dianne then completely inserted my penis
into her mouth as
far as it could go and really began to suck. It was a
beautiful experience.
As I approached an explosive orgasm, but before it was
too late, she let go of
my penis, leaned back on the bed, with her beautiful
breasts pointing
majestically upward, and begged Kristin to come down on
her.
Kristin, whose passion was beginning to come back again,
got on her
hands and knees and began to lick Dianne's clitoris with
her tongue. Kristin,
being very flexible, had no trouble with this position.
Kristin's
super-swollen vulva revealed itself to me in all its
splendor in this
position, which I could not resist; I entered Kristin
from the rear, reached
around her to massage her swollen and moist clitoris and
her erect nipples.
When I did this, my wife began to moan, and increased
her tempo on Dianne.
Dianne began to moan wildly, too, and Kristin reached up
to cup Dianne's
breast and knead them vigorously. For one minute this
went on, and as I
approached ejaculation, Kristin sensed that, quickened
the pace, and brought
Dianne closer to ecstasy. We all reached climax at about
the same time. My
orgasm was the most intense I have ever experienced. I
felt as if I filled
Kristin up to the brim.
This did not end here. Kristin continued her oral caress
on Dianne's
clitoris in the most loving, tender, and yet vigorous
manner, and from this
very delicious stimulus, Dianne had four more orgasms in
the next few minutes;
each orgasm was more intense than the previous one. Her
last orgasm was so
intense and obviously so pleasurable that Kristin broke
down and cried for
Dianne in happiness. We all then fell into a long and
dreamy sleep, snuggling
close together, to recharge for another round several
hours later (I'll spare
you the details of our subsequent lovemaking, except
that it was even better).
Many would say that nothing good could ever result from
a bisexual
menage a trois such as ours; however, Kristin's and my
love for each other was
enhanced by this experience (which, by the way, never
happened again with
Dianne, for reasons that will remain unsaid to the
outside world). I also
learned how to become a better lover to Kristin, since
my teachers were two
beautiful women who passionately loved one another and
understood one another
in ways that men can never fathom. |
