Archive-name: TwoGirlFantasy
From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Subject: TWO GIRL FANTASY
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.
- Mark O. Zorro
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