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Beginnings - 3
by Don Jetman
Meeting Dave was an accident. Against all odds. It was a party thrown by a friend of a friend. My friend didn't show, and we didn't know a soul. L and I mingled, and the guests were nice enough, but eventually we just couldn't find a reason to stay. I felt a little guilty - I had pressed L to go, thinking we'd meet some interesting new people. She's never been into socializing in crowds - forcing small talk to strangers feels faked to her, and much of the time I agree. But it was a Saturday night, we hadn't gone out for ages, and I was beginning to get a case of cabin fever. So she agreed, finally, and we dressed for the party.
I met him in the kitchen, pouring himself a scotch like a real scotch drinker - straight up, no ice. My kind of scotch drinker. He offered to pour me one when I told him that, and L arrived a few minutes later looking for me. I introduced her as my wife, she agreed to stay until I finished my drink, and then left in search for the bathroom.
Dave didn't mince words. He went on and on about how pretty and sexy L was. No fear at all. I suppose some husbands would have been worried. Not me - I was nervous, excited by the fantasy in my head. Brief scenes of him seducing L with words, then of them kissing, and maybe even fucking in a secluded spot there at the party. We talked about our marriage, our jobs, and our hobbies. He wanted to know everything, especially about L. I warned myself not to be too hopeful, that maybe he was just naturally inquisitive. Besides, this never happens, right? After all our role playing in bed, L meets the first guy she fucks since our wedding at a chance gathering of strangers? In spite of her assuring me she wouldn't actually have sex with someone else? That our kinky foreplay was enough?
Dave and I had a second scotch, then a third. L had disappeared for almost an hour after finding a guest with the same work background. Dave brought up that he was single, divorced, and knew no one at the party. He didn't offer to explain why he was invited. He went on to tell me he hoped to meet new people there, and how attractive some of the women were. L never seemed far from his mind. I was so lucky, he kept telling me, to have someone so beautiful and sexy. Eventually he apologized if I had been offended, that he may have been too forward. I admitted that in fact, I loved to hear men compliment L, and even that I didn't mind them staring at her body. In fact, that it even excited me a bit. Probably too much information shared, but he had a way of making me feel comfortable talking about L. We were friends on our fourth scotch.
He went on to tell me he knew a little about "the lifestyle" - how some men get a kick from seeing their wives hit on. I was quick (perhaps too quick) to point out we were not in "the lifestyle", but I knew something about it. I remember him smiling at that, like he knew I was hiding something.
"Still, I'll bet men hit on L all the time, don't they?"
"Heh - hit on her? If you only knew. Guys used to do it right there in front of me when we were dating. It drove me crazy."
"In a good way, or a bad way? I mean now - when men flirt with her."
There was just something between us that told me I could bare my soul, but by then my brain was saturated with scotch.
"Oh, it's all good," I told him. "She's never given me a reason to worry about our marriage, and I know how hot she is to other guys. I know what they see, and what they want - a cute virgin in public, and a whore in the bedroom at night."
"And would they be disappointed?" he asked, smiling.
I smiled right back at him. "Not at all. Not at all."
Almost on cue, L returned to ask me if I was ready to leave. And everything changed.
Dave began his seduction with words, and L fell under his spell. She seemed mesmerized with his voice - in fact, everything he said to her. She seemed to melt with every compliment he gave her. His small talk fascinated her. After a while she left my side and moved closer to him. I watched as she touched his arm over and over when she laughed at his jokes. I was well aware that she was no longer in a hurry to leave. Was I really witnessing the seduction of my wife?
I was so ambivalent. So nervous and angst-filled that L seemed smitten with our new friend. So excited with thoughts of them fucking when his magic succeeded. I was in limbo. Did I want this or not? Was I too insecure to have all our role play become reality? Was there real danger in L being completely taken by his charm? Would her first time as a hotwife be with a man she fell for so easily?
I was overwhelmed. I left them and mingled with the other guests throughout the house. I'm not sure what I said or did - the only thing I thought about was L and Dave - together. Were they talking about sex? Planning it together while I was away? Had he already seduced her? Could she imagine herself single again - or at least free to fuck another man? A man who fit her role playing fantasies?
They seemed like old friends when I finally returned. Or old lovers? She stood so close to him, touching him, smiling up at him when she spoke. Dave apologized for keeping her to himself for so long, but at the same time told me how adorable and sexy she was, and what a delight she was to be around. L's eyes beamed at me with each compliment. He kissed her on the cheek before we left. She walked on air to our car.
***
"So, you know when you asked if I'd ever have sex with someone else? Like we do when we pretend?"
We had just fucked, and this time the "other guy" in our fantasy was Dave. It was too much to hope for. And even then, would I really want it? But backing down now wasn't an option.
"Um-hmmm. Did you have someone in mind?"
She's naked and sweaty. I'm lying beside her, catching my breath, staring at the ceiling, trying to sound rational.
"Umm - I think it might be Dave. That's not a surprise, is it?"
I'm in a little bit of shock, but muster my courage. I refuse to be the one who fucks this up.
"Not a surprise at all. I know you like him. Did you talk about sex? Did he ask you to fuck him?"
Silence for a few seconds, then she rolls on top of me. Her breasts are pushed against my chest, nipples now urgently hard.
"I think he's the one, Don. The one we talked about. Have you thought about us together? Me and him naked together? Having sex? It's what you want, isn't it? I think it's what I want. I really like him - he's so smart and sexy."
To my surprise, L and Dave had exchanged contact information before we left the party. He emailed her first, and she invited him over so the three of us could talk. He was busy that weekend, but free the next, so the date was made. We had almost two weeks to fantasize about what may happen, and we took advantage of every chance we had - almost every night, as I recall. L was especially excited when we imagined him fucking her - she came more quickly with powerful orgasms. And as a result, so did I.
Dave was every bit as charming that Saturday night as he was when we first met him. He brought a nice bottle of cabernet that made beginnings more comfortable. We finished it, then put away a bottle of my own. We talked for hours, about everything, and eventually about sex as the wine flowed. When he asked L whether I was ever jealous when men flirted with her, she admitted that I had been when we were dating, but never these days. I froze when she told him, "In fact, I think he likes it when guys flirt with me. I know he does later when we're alone."
I watched and listened as they began to flirt - him teasing her about how she must get a lot of attention from other men, and she confessing that she enjoyed teasing me about it. L was never an adept drinker - but now she was slurring a word now and then and revealing much more than I even expected. Dave kept the heat to a low boil, but L was slowly losing control. Where was my innocent wife?
Finally there was an awkward lull in the conversation. We were all a little buzzed, and had met a hurdle between innocent flirtation and genuine seduction. Little things come back to me - Gato Barbieri's warm, sultry sax playing in the background, the clock chime at 1:00 AM, the faint outline of Dave's erection on the front of his khakis, and L's face as she turned to me with a look of expectation and arousal that begged me to do something - anything.
I stood and moved behind the sofa where L and I sat. My first thought was to leave them alone and let nature take its course. But I was desperate to see, to watch them get naked together for the first time, to see how their bodies fit together just before he put his cock in her. So I began to unbutton L's blouse from behind, slowly, one button at a time, from the top down.
L looked back at me and smiled, as if she was telling me she was fine. Telling me to continue, thankful I had taken some action to move the night forward. I've seen that look many, many times since then, and it always reminds me of that first time.
Dave watched intently from his chair nearby. There was no sign that he was surprised or shocked - he just studied L patiently with intense interest. I kept glancing over at him, a bit worried his reaction would be to excuse himself with polite concern about our marriage. The longer he stayed and watched, the more certain I became that the night may be at least one of our recent bedtime fantasies.
Not that I wasn't nervous. My hands were shaking as I undid button after button down the front of L's blouse. I remembered convincing her not to wear a bra earlier that evening, assuming it would tease Dave as he noticed, and that maybe, just maybe he'd be taken by the sudden sight of her bare breasts as he undressed her. "It will let him know that we planned this, and how much you want him," I had told her. She had grinned at me and finally consented. I was a bit disappointed that the outline of her nipples didn't show through the blouse as much as I had expected. But hell, we both knew, and one way or another I was sure Dave would know as well.
I had no real plan. I was on autopilot. I pulled the remainder of her blouse from under the waistband of her slacks and moved the sides apart exposing the inner curves of her breasts and a soft path of skin down her belly. Dave stayed glued to his seat and stared.
But something in me didn't want to merely hand her over to him naked. I wanted to see L beg for it. I wanted to see him be the aggressor. I didn't want it to be too easy. I wanted them to show how much they wanted each other. I was simply giving my permission - it was up to them to let their passion lead them to fucking.
I reached over her shoulders from behind and unfastened the front of her slacks, lowered the zipper, and pulled them open as far as I could, baring her lower belly and a hint of her pink panties. Then I stood back from the sofa, looked over at Dave, and nodded. I wanted to tell him, "I've opened her for you. You can have her. She's yours." But I'm sure my look said it all.
I thought it was odd that he never looked at me, only at L as he rose and went to her. But then I got the message - that I no longer mattered there. I stepped further back and dimmed the lights, thinking I could maneuver unnoticed in the shadows. As I began to watch, I was sure they didn't care where I was or whether I watched or not. They were alone, and they went at each other instantly.
Dave pulled her slacks and panties down her legs in a single swift move. L spread her legs and he went to his knees between them. She gasped suddenly as he began to lick her belly and inner thighs, then he lowered his face between her legs and ate her. Her eyes were closed, and she made little whimpering sounds as he worked.
I was afraid things would go south when after just a few minutes she asked him to stop. He looked up at her, and she was staring at him and panting. I could tell she was trying to regain control, and I was sure she had decided she couldn't go through with it. I had always worried that if L finally had sex with another man and suddenly let guilt and recrimination get in the way, she might never agree to try it again. I was more than disappointed - Dave seemed like the perfect guy for her. I wondered if me being there had made her too self-conscious, in spite of all the role playing we had done. Maybe I should step out for a while. Would the privacy allow her to continue?
Then I heard her say to him, "We should go to the bedroom."
I remember going from despair to elation within a second or two, then trying to temper my expectations with a dose of reality. I suppose I knew L as more of the "stop, I can't do this" wife than the "let's go to the bedroom" wife, if I was completely honest. The way she spoke to him was out of character for L - her words reeked of both intimacy and hunger. Maybe the role playing had helped, although I reminded myself that playing a hotwife may be much easier than being one, especially the first time.
I watched as she took his hand and led him toward our bedroom. It was a scene out of my hottest fantasies - he was fully dressed, confident, and I believed certain that he would fuck her when he first arrived. L was naked except for her open blouse which still covered much of her breasts and nipples. He was "taking" my wife before my eyes. And she was leading him to our bed where she would surrender everything to him. Could this really be happening?
But she stopped half-way to the door, turned to me, and extended her hand.
"I can't do this without you, Don. I want you with me. Please?"
I took her hand, and she led us into our darkened bedroom. With my back against the wall, trying desperately to stay out of the way, I watched them strip each other. He pulled L's blouse off her shoulders, staring into her eyes, reassuring her that he'd be a lover with the utmost care. To my surprise, I'm not sure she needed it. She undressed him quickly, efficiently, I thought. She never paused, even when his erection sprung from his boxers as she tugged them down his thighs.
They just stood there for a minute, naked, excited, as though they couldn't decide what to do next. He took her into his arms, and she melted into him, trapping his cock between them against her belly. She had barely looked at his cock, at least not as long as I had. That he wasn't the archetypical fantasy Bull with a nine inch cock didn't surprise me - in fact it was a bit of a relief. He was the same length as me, but a bit thicker. Very, very hard. I imagined how good he'd feel inside her, with no fear of the pain a huge cock might cause. L is very small and very tight inside, with muscles that can grip a cock like a fist. He was going to love fucking her.
L wanted me there by the bed as they made love. I couldn't get enough of the way her body responded, the way she circled him with her legs and raised her hips into him as he fucked her. Eventually she reached for my hand and I could feel the tension in her build. She pulled me close suddenly, almost violently, and my head collided with Dave's for an instant. Seconds later we were kissing deeply as L's orgasm washed over her in waves of animal sounds and spasms. I wish I could put into words the brief burst of emotions that ran through me. There would have been no better way of showing me how much she loved me for letting another man give her that much pleasure.
I moved away and let her encourage Dave's orgasm. She stroked his body with her fingers, pleading with her eyes to have him cum in her. Finally he did, grunting and thrusting his cock deeply inside her as she smiled up at him and took everything he had. And at the same time she gave herself up to him, this time her orgasm focused on the man who was cumming inside her. I hadn't known she could be that woman. Every inch of her body so hungry and out of control with an orgasm unexpectedly triggered so soon by another man's cock spewing inside her. Is that what someone would see when she comes with me? It was the first time I watched a guy fuck her. The first time I saw her body orgasm as I watched from the side of our bed. How would I know?
I was pleasantly surprised when Dave wanted to talk about the night during breakfast the next morning. He seemed intent on hearing both L's and my fantasies - what we had experimented with in bed during our role playing, and what we might want to play out in the future. He didn't force any ideas of his own. He just listened to us talk. It certainly wasn't very sexy talk. Mostly it was letting him get to know us better - an intellectual interview of sorts about who we were and what we thought we needed sexually. Again, there was something about him that allowed us to open up to him, even about our most confidential taboos, needs, and fantasies.
It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. He's been able to decipher the drivers of our needs and fantasies like no one we've met. He has an innate talent for knowing our boundaries, recognizing them when we play, and even how to push us a bit over the edge to keep things fresh and exciting.
by Don Jetman
Meeting Dave was an accident. Against all odds. It was a party thrown by a friend of a friend. My friend didn't show, and we didn't know a soul. L and I mingled, and the guests were nice enough, but eventually we just couldn't find a reason to stay. I felt a little guilty - I had pressed L to go, thinking we'd meet some interesting new people. She's never been into socializing in crowds - forcing small talk to strangers feels faked to her, and much of the time I agree. But it was a Saturday night, we hadn't gone out for ages, and I was beginning to get a case of cabin fever. So she agreed, finally, and we dressed for the party.
I met him in the kitchen, pouring himself a scotch like a real scotch drinker - straight up, no ice. My kind of scotch drinker. He offered to pour me one when I told him that, and L arrived a few minutes later looking for me. I introduced her as my wife, she agreed to stay until I finished my drink, and then left in search for the bathroom.
Dave didn't mince words. He went on and on about how pretty and sexy L was. No fear at all. I suppose some husbands would have been worried. Not me - I was nervous, excited by the fantasy in my head. Brief scenes of him seducing L with words, then of them kissing, and maybe even fucking in a secluded spot there at the party. We talked about our marriage, our jobs, and our hobbies. He wanted to know everything, especially about L. I warned myself not to be too hopeful, that maybe he was just naturally inquisitive. Besides, this never happens, right? After all our role playing in bed, L meets the first guy she fucks since our wedding at a chance gathering of strangers? In spite of her assuring me she wouldn't actually have sex with someone else? That our kinky foreplay was enough?
Dave and I had a second scotch, then a third. L had disappeared for almost an hour after finding a guest with the same work background. Dave brought up that he was single, divorced, and knew no one at the party. He didn't offer to explain why he was invited. He went on to tell me he hoped to meet new people there, and how attractive some of the women were. L never seemed far from his mind. I was so lucky, he kept telling me, to have someone so beautiful and sexy. Eventually he apologized if I had been offended, that he may have been too forward. I admitted that in fact, I loved to hear men compliment L, and even that I didn't mind them staring at her body. In fact, that it even excited me a bit. Probably too much information shared, but he had a way of making me feel comfortable talking about L. We were friends on our fourth scotch.
He went on to tell me he knew a little about "the lifestyle" - how some men get a kick from seeing their wives hit on. I was quick (perhaps too quick) to point out we were not in "the lifestyle", but I knew something about it. I remember him smiling at that, like he knew I was hiding something.
"Still, I'll bet men hit on L all the time, don't they?"
"Heh - hit on her? If you only knew. Guys used to do it right there in front of me when we were dating. It drove me crazy."
"In a good way, or a bad way? I mean now - when men flirt with her."
There was just something between us that told me I could bare my soul, but by then my brain was saturated with scotch.
"Oh, it's all good," I told him. "She's never given me a reason to worry about our marriage, and I know how hot she is to other guys. I know what they see, and what they want - a cute virgin in public, and a whore in the bedroom at night."
"And would they be disappointed?" he asked, smiling.
I smiled right back at him. "Not at all. Not at all."
Almost on cue, L returned to ask me if I was ready to leave. And everything changed.
Dave began his seduction with words, and L fell under his spell. She seemed mesmerized with his voice - in fact, everything he said to her. She seemed to melt with every compliment he gave her. His small talk fascinated her. After a while she left my side and moved closer to him. I watched as she touched his arm over and over when she laughed at his jokes. I was well aware that she was no longer in a hurry to leave. Was I really witnessing the seduction of my wife?
I was so ambivalent. So nervous and angst-filled that L seemed smitten with our new friend. So excited with thoughts of them fucking when his magic succeeded. I was in limbo. Did I want this or not? Was I too insecure to have all our role play become reality? Was there real danger in L being completely taken by his charm? Would her first time as a hotwife be with a man she fell for so easily?
I was overwhelmed. I left them and mingled with the other guests throughout the house. I'm not sure what I said or did - the only thing I thought about was L and Dave - together. Were they talking about sex? Planning it together while I was away? Had he already seduced her? Could she imagine herself single again - or at least free to fuck another man? A man who fit her role playing fantasies?
They seemed like old friends when I finally returned. Or old lovers? She stood so close to him, touching him, smiling up at him when she spoke. Dave apologized for keeping her to himself for so long, but at the same time told me how adorable and sexy she was, and what a delight she was to be around. L's eyes beamed at me with each compliment. He kissed her on the cheek before we left. She walked on air to our car.
***
"So, you know when you asked if I'd ever have sex with someone else? Like we do when we pretend?"
We had just fucked, and this time the "other guy" in our fantasy was Dave. It was too much to hope for. And even then, would I really want it? But backing down now wasn't an option.
"Um-hmmm. Did you have someone in mind?"
She's naked and sweaty. I'm lying beside her, catching my breath, staring at the ceiling, trying to sound rational.
"Umm - I think it might be Dave. That's not a surprise, is it?"
I'm in a little bit of shock, but muster my courage. I refuse to be the one who fucks this up.
"Not a surprise at all. I know you like him. Did you talk about sex? Did he ask you to fuck him?"
Silence for a few seconds, then she rolls on top of me. Her breasts are pushed against my chest, nipples now urgently hard.
"I think he's the one, Don. The one we talked about. Have you thought about us together? Me and him naked together? Having sex? It's what you want, isn't it? I think it's what I want. I really like him - he's so smart and sexy."
To my surprise, L and Dave had exchanged contact information before we left the party. He emailed her first, and she invited him over so the three of us could talk. He was busy that weekend, but free the next, so the date was made. We had almost two weeks to fantasize about what may happen, and we took advantage of every chance we had - almost every night, as I recall. L was especially excited when we imagined him fucking her - she came more quickly with powerful orgasms. And as a result, so did I.
Dave was every bit as charming that Saturday night as he was when we first met him. He brought a nice bottle of cabernet that made beginnings more comfortable. We finished it, then put away a bottle of my own. We talked for hours, about everything, and eventually about sex as the wine flowed. When he asked L whether I was ever jealous when men flirted with her, she admitted that I had been when we were dating, but never these days. I froze when she told him, "In fact, I think he likes it when guys flirt with me. I know he does later when we're alone."
I watched and listened as they began to flirt - him teasing her about how she must get a lot of attention from other men, and she confessing that she enjoyed teasing me about it. L was never an adept drinker - but now she was slurring a word now and then and revealing much more than I even expected. Dave kept the heat to a low boil, but L was slowly losing control. Where was my innocent wife?
Finally there was an awkward lull in the conversation. We were all a little buzzed, and had met a hurdle between innocent flirtation and genuine seduction. Little things come back to me - Gato Barbieri's warm, sultry sax playing in the background, the clock chime at 1:00 AM, the faint outline of Dave's erection on the front of his khakis, and L's face as she turned to me with a look of expectation and arousal that begged me to do something - anything.
I stood and moved behind the sofa where L and I sat. My first thought was to leave them alone and let nature take its course. But I was desperate to see, to watch them get naked together for the first time, to see how their bodies fit together just before he put his cock in her. So I began to unbutton L's blouse from behind, slowly, one button at a time, from the top down.
L looked back at me and smiled, as if she was telling me she was fine. Telling me to continue, thankful I had taken some action to move the night forward. I've seen that look many, many times since then, and it always reminds me of that first time.
Dave watched intently from his chair nearby. There was no sign that he was surprised or shocked - he just studied L patiently with intense interest. I kept glancing over at him, a bit worried his reaction would be to excuse himself with polite concern about our marriage. The longer he stayed and watched, the more certain I became that the night may be at least one of our recent bedtime fantasies.
Not that I wasn't nervous. My hands were shaking as I undid button after button down the front of L's blouse. I remembered convincing her not to wear a bra earlier that evening, assuming it would tease Dave as he noticed, and that maybe, just maybe he'd be taken by the sudden sight of her bare breasts as he undressed her. "It will let him know that we planned this, and how much you want him," I had told her. She had grinned at me and finally consented. I was a bit disappointed that the outline of her nipples didn't show through the blouse as much as I had expected. But hell, we both knew, and one way or another I was sure Dave would know as well.
I had no real plan. I was on autopilot. I pulled the remainder of her blouse from under the waistband of her slacks and moved the sides apart exposing the inner curves of her breasts and a soft path of skin down her belly. Dave stayed glued to his seat and stared.
But something in me didn't want to merely hand her over to him naked. I wanted to see L beg for it. I wanted to see him be the aggressor. I didn't want it to be too easy. I wanted them to show how much they wanted each other. I was simply giving my permission - it was up to them to let their passion lead them to fucking.
I reached over her shoulders from behind and unfastened the front of her slacks, lowered the zipper, and pulled them open as far as I could, baring her lower belly and a hint of her pink panties. Then I stood back from the sofa, looked over at Dave, and nodded. I wanted to tell him, "I've opened her for you. You can have her. She's yours." But I'm sure my look said it all.
I thought it was odd that he never looked at me, only at L as he rose and went to her. But then I got the message - that I no longer mattered there. I stepped further back and dimmed the lights, thinking I could maneuver unnoticed in the shadows. As I began to watch, I was sure they didn't care where I was or whether I watched or not. They were alone, and they went at each other instantly.
Dave pulled her slacks and panties down her legs in a single swift move. L spread her legs and he went to his knees between them. She gasped suddenly as he began to lick her belly and inner thighs, then he lowered his face between her legs and ate her. Her eyes were closed, and she made little whimpering sounds as he worked.
I was afraid things would go south when after just a few minutes she asked him to stop. He looked up at her, and she was staring at him and panting. I could tell she was trying to regain control, and I was sure she had decided she couldn't go through with it. I had always worried that if L finally had sex with another man and suddenly let guilt and recrimination get in the way, she might never agree to try it again. I was more than disappointed - Dave seemed like the perfect guy for her. I wondered if me being there had made her too self-conscious, in spite of all the role playing we had done. Maybe I should step out for a while. Would the privacy allow her to continue?
Then I heard her say to him, "We should go to the bedroom."
I remember going from despair to elation within a second or two, then trying to temper my expectations with a dose of reality. I suppose I knew L as more of the "stop, I can't do this" wife than the "let's go to the bedroom" wife, if I was completely honest. The way she spoke to him was out of character for L - her words reeked of both intimacy and hunger. Maybe the role playing had helped, although I reminded myself that playing a hotwife may be much easier than being one, especially the first time.
I watched as she took his hand and led him toward our bedroom. It was a scene out of my hottest fantasies - he was fully dressed, confident, and I believed certain that he would fuck her when he first arrived. L was naked except for her open blouse which still covered much of her breasts and nipples. He was "taking" my wife before my eyes. And she was leading him to our bed where she would surrender everything to him. Could this really be happening?
But she stopped half-way to the door, turned to me, and extended her hand.
"I can't do this without you, Don. I want you with me. Please?"
I took her hand, and she led us into our darkened bedroom. With my back against the wall, trying desperately to stay out of the way, I watched them strip each other. He pulled L's blouse off her shoulders, staring into her eyes, reassuring her that he'd be a lover with the utmost care. To my surprise, I'm not sure she needed it. She undressed him quickly, efficiently, I thought. She never paused, even when his erection sprung from his boxers as she tugged them down his thighs.
They just stood there for a minute, naked, excited, as though they couldn't decide what to do next. He took her into his arms, and she melted into him, trapping his cock between them against her belly. She had barely looked at his cock, at least not as long as I had. That he wasn't the archetypical fantasy Bull with a nine inch cock didn't surprise me - in fact it was a bit of a relief. He was the same length as me, but a bit thicker. Very, very hard. I imagined how good he'd feel inside her, with no fear of the pain a huge cock might cause. L is very small and very tight inside, with muscles that can grip a cock like a fist. He was going to love fucking her.
L wanted me there by the bed as they made love. I couldn't get enough of the way her body responded, the way she circled him with her legs and raised her hips into him as he fucked her. Eventually she reached for my hand and I could feel the tension in her build. She pulled me close suddenly, almost violently, and my head collided with Dave's for an instant. Seconds later we were kissing deeply as L's orgasm washed over her in waves of animal sounds and spasms. I wish I could put into words the brief burst of emotions that ran through me. There would have been no better way of showing me how much she loved me for letting another man give her that much pleasure.
I moved away and let her encourage Dave's orgasm. She stroked his body with her fingers, pleading with her eyes to have him cum in her. Finally he did, grunting and thrusting his cock deeply inside her as she smiled up at him and took everything he had. And at the same time she gave herself up to him, this time her orgasm focused on the man who was cumming inside her. I hadn't known she could be that woman. Every inch of her body so hungry and out of control with an orgasm unexpectedly triggered so soon by another man's cock spewing inside her. Is that what someone would see when she comes with me? It was the first time I watched a guy fuck her. The first time I saw her body orgasm as I watched from the side of our bed. How would I know?
I was pleasantly surprised when Dave wanted to talk about the night during breakfast the next morning. He seemed intent on hearing both L's and my fantasies - what we had experimented with in bed during our role playing, and what we might want to play out in the future. He didn't force any ideas of his own. He just listened to us talk. It certainly wasn't very sexy talk. Mostly it was letting him get to know us better - an intellectual interview of sorts about who we were and what we thought we needed sexually. Again, there was something about him that allowed us to open up to him, even about our most confidential taboos, needs, and fantasies.
It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. He's been able to decipher the drivers of our needs and fantasies like no one we've met. He has an innate talent for knowing our boundaries, recognizing them when we play, and even how to push us a bit over the edge to keep things fresh and exciting.