1 comments/ 15759 views/ 11 favorites I am not into Women. Really? By: monicaelwes As usual I felt totally satisfied when John's dick that was still inside me went soft and slipped out. We had been having sex for about three hours. It started as it did more often recently with him suggesting that he take some photos of me, something we had been doing for a few years now. I agreed and was soon lying on my back on the carpet wearing just a pair of white, lace, see-through panties with one hand in them and the other squeezing my B cup sized left breast. As I made myself cum so he took shot after shot of me as he got harder and bigger. As usual we quickly reached the point where we could resist no longer so the photographic session finished and he fucked me on the sitting room floor. It was awesome. ***** I was in my mid-thirties at the time and John, my first husband was in his early forties. The marriage was, at best, ok. It had been going for eight years or so, before which we had lived together for two and for sure the 'magic' had stopped. We rowed quite a lot and led fairly separate lives. His revolved around football, both playing and watching Arsenal, golf and his mates at the pub, mine around the tennis club, going to the gym with the girls and dancing. We were both unfaithful to varying degrees, but it was never discussed and the idea of an 'open' marriage had not been raised. Nevertheless, our sex life had its wonderful moments. Nowadays, we did not have sex as often as we had earlier in the marriage, but when we did it was still, usually, great. Both of us were, though, looking for more and were believers in the 'grass is greener' idea hence, the cheating on each other. In the eight years I had been with four other guys and I suspect that he had been with a larger number of women including, I felt sure one of my closest friends. But like all middle-class, respectable English couples nothing was said and we carried on as if all was rosy. Although it was John's idea I have to admit that I was up for it. Not of course that I let him know that or how much I was up at first, but as he persisted so I showed my tacit, almost half-hearted on the surface agreement. As we lay on the sitting room floor after the lovely sex following the photographic session he said. "God I would so like to see you with another woman." This was a topic he had raised several times and my response was consistent with the others. "You know I am not into women." His reply this time, though, was different to usual. "Well failing that another guy." This was a new tack, a different suggestion and something that was not as out of the question as another woman. Although I had always turned down his suggestions in that direction I did have to admit to an increasing level of curiosity about it. After all lesbian type sex recently seemed to be everywhere and I had several friends who had as good as said they had dallied in that direction. "You want to see me having sex with a guy?" "Yes, that is if you won't have it with a woman." Laughing I said. "You really do want your cake and eat it don't you?" Laughing back, he went on. "Not just the cake, but the cream as well for if you let me watch you and a guy having it off then I'll let you watch me fucking another woman." I had no idea what he was on about other than the obvious and having known him for so many years I knew full well that John did not 'do the obvious!' He told me that he had heard of a massage service for couples by couples. "What do you mean massage service?" I asked him. "Well massage to a happy ending, you know." "Yes but couples?" "It's a couple who do it and they provide it to couples." "What us you mean?" "Yes they could do." "And who are the couple who provide it?" "I don't know it's their business I suppose." He got up from the floor naked and walked into the study. John has a good body. He's fit and lean, about six feet and nicely hairy without being like a bear. Also, he has a great cock. Uncut, it's long for even when soft it's the best part of five inches; I know that as we have measured it. As it happens it does not grow that much in length when he gets erect, but it swells nicely and gets very thick and hard. He is the most confident man with nudity I have ever met. Many men, particularly when not aroused seem embarrassed and shy almost. Not him, he behaves and acts exactly the same naked as he would if fully dressed. I followed him into the study and watched as he went on the laptop and fired up google. I don't know what he typed, but up on the screen came the words 'couples for couples erotic massage.' We both read the blurb and he flicked through a few screens. It turned out that there was a series of 'salons' run by couples who offered as John had said happy ending massages to other couples. There was an email option on the site and he asked a few questions and got near instant replies as I sat in a chair the other side of the room. "Ok Mons, it's like this," he said turning to face me his cock at half-mast. "Yes I can see what it's like,' I smiled looking at his burgeoning erection. "And when we have sorted this out you'll feel what it's like as well," he said sitting on the arm of my chair and cupping my breast. He explained that we would go along as a couple and another couple would massage us. We could choose whether the guy did him or me or whether they changed round. "We can if we want even massage each other," he went on. "And after the massage?" I asked. "That's really up to us apparently. Some couples have a shag, others have the masseurs give them hand relief or we can go the whole hog and have sex with them." "What you shag her and he do me." "Well you can shag her if you like," he laughed kneeling on the chair by my legs that I opened so that he could get closer to where we both wanted his now full erection to be. After making me cum surprisingly quickly with his tongue he pulled me on top of him and had me shag him. * The website had told us that Grant was thirty two and Susie was twenty six, nice ages I thought. When we met them a week or so later they lived up to their descriptions. He was just over six feet tall, with long dark hair and an athletic build. He was ruggedly good looking, smiled a lot and chatted easily and confidently but not arrogantly. Susie was about my height, five six and probably weighed just a little more than my one thirty pounds. In the fairly tight across her chest track suit top that was zipped up it looked as though the thirty four D cup, twenty five and thirty six inch stats shown on the site were about right. She was pretty rather than beautiful with her face being dominated by her prominent cheekbones and stunning blue eyes. She had gorgeous, lustrous chestnut, past shoulder-length coloured hair that I suspected was not quite natural, but then my champagne blonde tresses had help. They were both wearing dark blue, shiny track suits. They welcomed us and gave us a glass of wine as they explained the arrangements. They showed us into the large upstairs bedroom that was simply furnished. It had a king sized mattress in the middle of the floor that was covered in dark blue towels a dressing table and a table both of which contained bottles of oil and other stuff, piles of towels, flannels and several aromatic candles, the only light in the room. There was a wardrobe in which we were invited to hang our clothes and an en suite bathroom that we were told we could use at any time for a shower or a bath that had already been run Grant told us. "We'll leave to get ready now. Just relax, undress and lay face down on the bed," he told us. "Er do we take everything off," John rather considerately and probably hopefully asked? Smiling Susie replied. "That's entirely up to you. You can take everything off now or later, you can keep something on or cover yourself in a towel, it really is up to you." "In fact as everything is," Grant chipped in. "It really is your show, we are just the bit part players, you're the stars," he went on staring at me. I did not believe him for one moment. When they had gone we looked at each other and began to undress. We agreed that we were both nervous, but that Susie and Grant seemed nice and both were attractive. "You ok?" John asked me as I stood next to him in my panties and bra. "Yes, you?" I asked back undoing my bra. "Shall I?" I asked him sliding my hands into the elastic of my panties as he removed his polo shirt. "Dunno, what do you reckon?" "Not sure." "Look love we are her for sex aren't we?" "Well that was your idea." "So why fuck about?" he smiled pushing his underpants down. I followed suit so that we were both naked. "But just in case," he smiled picking up a towel and wrapping it round him. I did the same. * Grant and Susie returned. They had removed their tracksuits and both were wearing white, quite tight singlets, a little like athlete's running vests with dark blue shorts. They looked good. They invited us to lay on our fronts and they removed the towels replacing them with larger ones that were warm; mine felt lovely as it lay across my bottom. "I'll start with you Monica," Susie said kneeling beside me and pouring warm, sweet smelling oil onto my back. "And I will with you John," Grant said. For ten minutes or so we both got what was a really good massage along the lines provided in the spas and health clubs I had visited. "Ok the legs now," Grant said adding. "We will change over now." They shuffled round the bed and I felt Grants knee pressing against my ankle as he poured oil on my leg below and above the knee. His touch was firmer than Susie's and like all good masseurs he worked towards the heart and not away from it. Starting on the bottoms of my feet and then my ankles he gave me a strongish massage all the way up my legs. Then it changed. After effectively completing each leg he slowed down as he focused on the backs and inside of my thighs. His touch was now distinctly softer, slower and more enticing. On each languid upward sweep his hands would tantalisingly slip slightly under the towel covering my bottom and, as my legs were slightly parted, my lips that I knew would be puffed up and probably wet would be on show. It felt nice as they went ever nearer to my bottom and pussy. With my face pressed into the mattress, I had no idea what Susie was doing to John, but as I heard his low moans and sighs I guessed it was something similar to what Grant was doing to me. However, I was pleased when he held my hand and squeezed it. I had not had an erotic massage before, other than with a lover of course, but could easily imagine what would happen. And I was correct for on one upward sweep his fingers or the sides of his hand brushed against my lips. The sensation was electric and was as if he had sent a shock through me. My body jerked, I grunted, held John's hand tighter with one hand and gripped the towel covering the mattress with the other. As quickly as they had touched me they went away and continued massaging, well caressing really, the insides of my thighs. That gave me a feeling of slight disappointment, which I guessed later was intentional. By doing that for a short time he built up the anticipation in me again so that shortly after when once more they did not stop on 'neutral territory,' but continued upwards and onto my lips the sensation was stronger, more extreme and powerful. This time my body jumped, I gasped out loud and squirmed against the bed. Again, though, hardly had they touched me then they left me. The disappointment was more acute this time. I realised quickly that it was planned and was all part of his technique for after sliding downwards a short way, both hands slid back up my thigh and this time both rested right on my pussy. That did give me the most sensational feelings for this time they stayed there and one stroked me. The other hand moved away and I felt it pull on the towel. "I don't think we need this do we Monica?" He asked as he pulled it off me with one hand while with the other he stroked my lips and slipped one finger slightly inside. "No," I rather unnecessarily muttered, gripping both John's hand and the towels more firmly. He caressed me for several moments and could easily have made me cum, but he seemed to know just how far to go before changing tack. "Like to turn over now John?" I heard Susie saying as Grant removed his hand and said. "And you Monica?" Pretty much forgetting my nudity I rolled over onto my back and looked at my husband. He was fully erect. I smiled and he smiled back. "Ok Mons?" he asked stroking my arm. "Yes," I smiled back looking at his erection and wondering what Susie had done to cause that. "I can see that you are?" He laughed as Grant chimed in. "Well as long as are both enjoying it, I take it you are?" He said resting his fingertips on the inside of my thigh about six inches down from my groin. "Yes Grant I am," John said. "And you Mons?" He asked as I watched Susie put her fingers on a similar place on John's leg. It was really a strange sensation to see that and to realise that in all probability those very fingers had been and would again soon, be holding my husband's erection. It was strange, but surprisingly exciting. Looking from John to Susie to Grant and back again as the fingers pressed into my thigh I said quietly. "Yes, yes I am." It was only as Grant poured oil onto my inner thighs and I saw Susie doing the same to John that I realised that I could see through the vest the shadow of her areola and the outline of her nipples, which were clearly hard. She was not wearing a bra and her breasts jiggled as she started to massage John's leg. That was yet another surprising and strangely exciting experience. However, there were more to come and quickly too. Grant knelt behind my head and poured oil onto my upper chest. He massaged all round my shoulders and neck, along my collar bones, under my chin and onto my chest. Again he employed the technique of going near to, but not quite touching the place where they would inevitably end up, on my breasts. The sensations he gave me as he went tantalisingly close to the more sensitive flesh were lovely and intense. Then he went further, but not as I had expected and hoped onto my boobs. He slid his hands downwards, almost onto my breasts, but then slid them outwards down the sides of my body to my hips, onto my tummy and then back again. As his hands travelled across my stomach so the sides of each one in turn brushed against the top of my pubic thatch that at the time, which was before waxing, shaving or trimming, was natural and quite full He did that several times each time leaning forward so that his chest brushed against my face. It was very intimate and hugely arousing. Of course the longer he massaged me there the more intense became the feelings and I began to pant and found myself squirming and arching my back. He read the signals and at last on one downward sweep he did not slide past my breasts and down my sides. Instead his hands slid onto and cupped each of my breasts. I gasped and grunted and turned to look at John who smiled encouragingly. Susie was massaging, well caressing really his stomach and for a moment or two as Grant squeezed and rubbed my breasts I watched her going near to, but adroitly avoiding my husband's erection. It was pretty heady stuff and I felt hugely aroused. Still kneeling behind me, but leaning forward now and then Grant's stomach hovered over my face and the outline of his, what looked like a, partial erection came close to me. I was very tempted to touch him, but resisted although I doubted that John would be able to. Looking across at him and Susie I saw that his arm was round her and his hand was on her bottom. I saw also that now she was not avoiding his erection but was slowly rubbing it. In other circumstances I guess that I should and maybe would have been jealous, but not here. It seemed right just as having Grant's cock inches from my face and he pinching and pulling my nipples felt right. Grant worked his way round to my side the opposite one to where John was laying. Stroking and kneading my breasts with one hand he ran the fingers on his other hand up and down the inside of my thighs a few times. I knew where it was going and what he was going to do and that was play with my pussy and probably finger me. Momentarily I thought what a mad situation to be in, but that lasted only a few seconds as the situation became even wilder and more bizarre. I saw that John had wriggled his hand down the back of Susie's shorts and was stroking her bum. I watched fascinated as with his other hand he firstly cupped her boobs outside her vest and then slid his hand inside. At the same time she was holding his cock and slowly rubbing that. But then my attention was diverted for Grant's fingers slid along my lips and went inside my pussy. Even with all the other visual, emotional and physical stimulations I was receiving this was something else. The jolt of sensation I got as his finger slid in me was putting it mildly severe. I grunted, my head rolled from side to side and I pushed back against his pleasure giving fingers. He pumped them in and out slowly and purposefully, or not, in time with the rhythm of Susie's hand on my husband's cock. I half closed my eyes and went with the erotic flow of the sensations that Grant was giving me with this languid finger fuck. Glancing across at John and Susie I was surprised but also unexpectedly excited to see that he had rolled her top up above her breasts so that they were now completely bare. As I watched John raised himself up and clamped his mouth to one of her nipples as, at the same time, he rubbed her between her legs. The combination of seeing what they were doing and the sensations that Grant was giving me became powerful, almost overwhelmingly so. Although my eyes were closed a lot of the time I could not resist peeping at John and Susie now and then and as I did I would catch Grant's eye. He would smile and mouth 'ok.' I nodded. I saw that John had now pushed Susie's shorts down so that she was virtually naked; she had great breasts I noted. I guessed they were near to having sex. All of this got to me and with Grant's fingers stroking and probing me I involuntarily, without thinking or invitation reached up and found his bulge inside his thin shorts. Even if I tried very hard, I doubt that I could describe the feelings that gave me, which became even more acute when I felt him pushing it against my hand. He was beautifully erect. With my eyes firmly closed and my mouth open I stroked it for some time. That was lovely. Then I felt his hand near mine, he pulled me away making me wonder why. I opened my eyes and was amazed, excited and so pleased to see that he had pushed the waist of his shorts down around his thighs thus, baring and freeing his cock. It was long and thick, very hard and it reared right up his flat stomach. Like a kid going for a lollipop, I reached out and grabbed it. As he fingered me with one hand and squeezed my breasts with the other so I rubbed his gorgeous dick. I saw that Susie was now lying on the bed and was wrapped in John's arms and they were kissing. As I looked at them, I felt surges of acute arousal mixed with strong jealousy and that surprised me. Although I had seen my husband playing with the girl's breasts and pussy and had watched him suck her nipples, seeing them kiss somehow seemed more of a betrayal. I suppose I was attuned to him having sex, but not so much with him showing affection, daft really! But I had issues of my own to deal with for Grant was taking me towards a climax and I could feel the tension increasing in his cock. That also surprised me for I had, ridiculously I suppose, thought he would have incredible lasting powers, but that was not turning out to be the case. I am not into Women. Really? "Yes Monica," he sighed pushing his hardness into the surrogate cunt my hand was providing. "That is so good. You ok?" "Yes Grant," I gasped as I raised my knees and clamped my thighs round his pleasure giving hand. "Good Mons, is it good?" I heard John saying. I looked across at them and he was on top of Susie about to sink his cock into the girl. "Yes John it is and for you?" "It's fucking marvellous," He replied. It was an incredibly erotic sight. I had never imagined seeing my husband fucking another woman so I had no yardstick to measure it against. Nevertheless, it was a very, very arousing image as with a deep grunt from Susie; John thrust himself deep inside her. If that was an arousing sight then watching my hand pumping Grant's lovely dick was equally so, especially as I could feel the tension increasing in it. At the same time he was thrusting three fingers deep inside me and holding them rigid as I wriggled and writhed against them. Leaning forward a little so that his cock was just above my breasts, he muttered. "May I Monica?" I didn't know what he meant so I asked. "What?" "Cum on your breasts." "Yes, yes of course," I grunted the exciting words sending me right over the top. I started to cum. It was powerful and long and lasted as his cock simply seemed to explode and he shot several streams of cum onto and between my tits. This coincided with John groaning. "Oh fuck yes Susie, yes, fucking yes." Opening my eyes I saw that she had raised her knees and had wrapped her legs round John's waist with her ankles crossed. Her bottom was off the bed and I could just see his cock that pumped in and out of her a few times before he held it still and shot his load into her or a condom. As my orgasm subsided a little so I let my hand, which had been squeezing my breast fall onto the mattress. Coincidentally or not Susie did the same and they touched. I could see from the glazed look in her eyes that like me she was part way through an orgasm. Grant had moved away and had got a wet wipe with which he was cleaning me and John was slumped on Susie, his cock still in her. Her hand closed round mine and she squeezed it encouragingly. Looking at her I squeezed back as I watched my husband extricate himself from another woman, something I had never thought I would see. I was pleased to see that he was wearing a condom and I watched him remove. Susie looked at me and smiled. I found myself smiling back. Still holding my hand she rolled onto her side and nearer to me. Our eyes were locked as she whispered. "Was it good for you Monica? Was Grant ok?" "Yes it was fine and he was great. Thanks I loved it." "And so did I," John called out from behind Susie who had edged even closer to me so that her nipples had brushed against my arm. I was lying on my back with my left arm along my side with Susie's hand gripping mine. I looked down at her breasts and saw that her nipples were still hard. I was slightly shocked to find myself thinking how nice they looked. "It's not over yet Monica," she said quietly adding after a meaningful pause and a deep look into my eyes. "Well it doesn't have to be." "No," I rather naively replied feeling slightly embarrassed. "No, not at all, we do not have time limits and the time is yours to do with as you wish, or as we wish," she smiled at me. My heart started to pound and my pulses raced as we looked into each other's eyes while the meaning behind her words began to sink into me. "Er, um what do you mean?" I stammered. Reaching up with her spare hand she pushed the locks of my hair that had tumbled down my forehead back in place. Her fingertips running across my skin felt so smooth and lovely. "You have beautiful hair Monica," she whispered easing her full breasts more firmly against the side of my arm; that also felt lovely. I was in quite a state. I had just been given a very strong orgasm through being fingerfucked as I masturbated Grant to the point that he came on my tits as my husband fucked the woman who was now coming on so strongly to me. I was still feeling slight shudders and little tremors from my climax and now I felt my arousal growing again. I couldn't understand quite what was happening. "But then everything about you is beautiful, you are a very beautiful and desirable woman Monica." Her words hit me hard. She called me desirable and that could only mean one thing, desirable to her, she desired me. 'Oh fuck,' I thought. 'She wants me, she wants to have sex with me, she wants to fuck me.' And worse or was it better, well certainly it was unusual and different I was not unduly put off by the realisation? I was not horrified, scared or revolted. No far from it. I could not say that I was overjoyed to recognise that this attractive full-breasted young woman wanted to have sex with me, but also I could not say that I was upset. Her hand rested lightly on the side of my face. Her fingers gently rubbed my cheek. Her upper leg and knee pressed against the side of my leg and her breasts squashed against the biceps on my left arm. I felt her hand move on my face so that she gripped lightly my chin between her fingers and thumb. She turned my head so that I was looking at hers. She was very pretty and I found myself thinking, has kissable lips; shit where did that come from I asked myself? Almost mesmerised I saw her mouth open a little way and watched her tongue lick along her top lip? I found that to be a very erotic gesture, but then I am sure that is exactly what she intended it to be. Not only did she intend that, but also she was 'softening' me up, grooming me I suppose and yes getting me ready for what was to come. And that was her lips brushing mine and then moving away before returning and then kissing me. Soft, gentle and lingering and I did not demure. I was surprised at myself, my feelings of acceptance and reaction for the kiss really was quite lovely. It was not an enquiring kiss, not one where she was tentative or asking for an invitation. No, it was a confident kiss, a kiss where she knew exactly what she was doing and a kiss that told me that she knew what she expected from me. And what she expected was, I realised as my mouth and body responded, precisely what I was prepared to give her. So as her tongue probed at my closed lips, I opened them. As her tongue slid inside my mouth I met it with my tongue and as her lips squirmed against mine so mine writhed back against hers. It was not as if I was kissing a girl, but then it was. It did not feel that different, but then it did. My feelings were not different to when I kissed John or other men, but then they were. I was not as I thought I might be revolted, concerned or disgusted. In fact, quite the opposite. I felt sophisticated and very grown up and strangely extraordinarily feminine. It was not at all butch or dykey, it didn't make me feel like a penis hater or an out and out les. I enjoyed her touch, her smell, her gentleness, her soft body and her smoothness. As the kiss got to me more and more, so my involvement with her increased. She pulled on my shoulder indicating that she wanted me to lie on my side. I turned so that I did. Our eyes met, she smiled and we resumed the kiss as her breasts firstly brushed against and then engulfed mine. Nipple to nipple she slowly and gently ground herself against me; her lips, her tongue, her breasts, her tummy, her pubic mound and her legs all combined to press against mine. The more it went on the more I was hers. My inhibitions left me, my reservations went away and my 'I am not into women' attitude simply disintegrated. I realised that I was into women, well at least her. But was it being into women or was it the sexual buzz? Was it not the sensation, the turn on, the excitement, the arousal and yes the buzz that I wanted. And how I got it and where it came from was irrelevant. It seemed that way as I caught John's eye and saw him smiling. It was so incongruous. I was in the arms of a woman who he had just fucked, a man who I had wanked so that he came on my breasts was behind me stroking and caressing my back and this luscious woman was making love to me. And that was exactly what she did. Her mouth made the most wonderful love to mine, her hands found and loved my bottom, my thighs my breasts and my nipples and her fingers slid along and into my pussy. None of this seemed wrong. Everything felt perfect. I went along with all that Susie did and even started to respond. Her breasts felt so lovely in my hand, her nipples excited me when I pinched them and the warm wetness that greeted my fingers felt, well just normal and so right. We made each other cum quite quickly, but did not stop. We went on and our mouths enjoyed the other's breasts and nipples and she went down on me lapping at my streaming pussy as I held and caressed her face. And then with John holding my hands and Grant Susie's she got one of her legs under mine and wriggled her body so that we were cunt to cunt and we fucked each other like that to our third orgasms of the afternoon. So much for me not being into women!