5 comments/ 19893 views/ 13 favorites Her, Him and Me By: blondechristine2012 "But who?" "I don't know. You know anyone?" "No, how would I?" "Well don't you girls talk?" "Yes but not about that?" I was in bed with my husband, Sean. He had just fucked me. Actually he had fucked me twice. I had hardly got in the front door when he had me the first time. Pulling me into his arms he had kissed me and shoved his tongue so far into my mouth that he was almost licking my tonsils. He pulled my white, business blouse out of the waist of my dark blue, pin-stripe, Donna Karan suit skirt and almost tore the buttons when he shoved his hand inside it right onto my breasts. Although we did now and then have spontaneous sex, this was pretty unusual, but very welcome. It's nice to be wanted even if it is by your husband with who you have not been getting on that well. His other hand was on my bum squeezing and rubbing me. It then slid down, went under the hem of the skirt and slid up my legs until it was on my bare bottom in the black thong. Although it was autumn, it was quite warm and as I still had tanned legs I was not wearing tights or stockings. Still kissing me he scooped my B cup boobs out of the diaphanous, white lace bra and pulled and pinched my nipples. "What's all this in aid of?" I asked. "Dunno I just suddenly fancied you so much," he replied clamping his mouth round my nipple and areola and sucking, quite hard just as he knew I like it. I kissed him back and fumbled at the front of his chinos for his cock. It was wonderfully rigid inside the thin material. I unzipped him and got it out. "I'm gonna fuck you here," he growled into my ear. "No let me go upstairs." "Why?" "I have been warm I need a shower." "Fuck that I like a bit of sweat." Pushing me towards the large, deep green leather Chesterfield made me think that we would lay on that and do it there, but he had other ideas. "Turn round," he said as we got near to it. I did as he said and was thrilled when he pulled my skirt up and bunched it round my hips. "Now bend over the arm." I did that as well. I felt and heard his jeans being pushed down and then he was pulling the gusset of my thong to one side and pushing the end of his cock right against my damp pussy lips. He fucked me the first time, bent over the arm of the Chesterfield with both of us fully dressed. After a light meal and a few drinks we had sex again in bed and this included him doing oral on me both on my pussy and my bottom and me licking and sucking his cock until we were ready for the second half. I had multiple orgasms with both fucks. 'Perhaps he's not so bad after,' I thought laying in his arms naked after the second fuck. That changed a bit, though, when he once more brought up his 'old chestnut' pillow talk topic of. "I would love to see you with another woman." Sean had been asking me that on and off since before we married a year or so ago and my stock answer had always been that I am not into women. "We need something to spice up our sex life Chrissy." Smiling I said. "After downstairs and just now, I don't think we do." "You know we do generally, though, don't you. Us second time arounders need extra stimulus?" Thinking of the times I had recently had 'headaches' or he stayed up late watching football or golf so that we did not have to undress together and the way that neither of us seemed to have the desire for the other we used to, I knew he was right. I knew that he was also right about it being different on your second marriage which we both were. Both in our mid-thirties, I had been divorced for a couple of years and he for about five when we met and after a whirlwind romance had married; more on a whim than a plan. I think we both regretted it to some extent even before the honeymoon was over. I gave my usual retort. "Why not another guy?" "I could not do that?" "A lot of men would love to see their wife getting it from another bloke." "I guess I could watch, but I could not do a threesome with another bloke." "But you could do a threesome with me and someone else?" "Yes and I want to Chrissy, come on just try it." That's when I made the mistake of asking. "But who?" * "I think I know someone," he said as we undressed a few nights later. I was just removing my bra. "What do you mean, someone?" I asked "For our threesome." "I did not say I would," I replied continuing to brush my shoulder-length blonde hair as I undressed. "You said you would think about it?" He said sliding his boxers off and walking over to stand behind where I was sitting looking into the dressing table mirror. "Do I know her?" "No, you said that it was essential you didn't know her." "Yes I would feel very uncomfortable with someone I knew, especially when I would have to see her again." "That sounds as though you are saying you will do it?" "Not at all this is all still theoretical," I said enjoying the feeling of his cock pressed into my bare back and his hands on my shoulders. "Well we will have to work at turning theory into practice won't we?" He said sliding his hand down my chest and cupping my breasts. "Who is it?" "Her name's Denise. I used to work with her, she's forty." "Have you shagged her?" I asked as Sean pulling on my nipples and talking about the threesome started to arouse me. "Yes." "Did you have a fling with her?" "No just a couple of nights. We were at a company conference in Copenhagen and a group of us went to a live sex show." "And?" "We all enjoyed it and back at the hotel I somehow ended up in her room and spent the night with her." "Why do you think she would want to?" "Just some of her remarks about the show we had watched." "What sort of remarks?" I asked squirming my back against Sean's cock and legs as he ran one hand down my body and into my panties. "Well we were both a bit pissed and we had smoked some weed so I don't recall it very clearly, but I remember she made more comments about the girls, who actually were fucking tasty, than the guys." "And what did you say?" I asked as my concentration slipped a little due to the lovely feelings he was giving me. "I do clearly remember us talking about men liking to see their partner with someone else and she brought up threesomes and told me she had been in a few." "What two girls and a bloke?" "Yes but also two guys." Sean's fingers on one hand were now fumbling on my landing strip of pubic hair whilst with those on the other he was squeezing and pulling my nipple. I opened my legs a little to give him room. He took it and sent a lovely shock through me as he immediately found my clitoris and pressed on it. "Nice?" He asked as our eyes met in the mirror. "Mmmmmm lovely," I muttered opening my legs wider so that he could get to my pussy. He rubbed all round my lips, between my legs and into the crease in my bottom. "And when was the other time?" "What?" "That you had Denise." "Funnilly enough just as I met you. I told her that she and I could meet no more as I was in love with you." "How long after meeting me?" I asked as the sensation welled up strongly from his fingers on my pussy. "Just a couple of weeks." "So you two timed me did you?" "Sort of, yes, just the once." "And where did you fuck her?" "Up her cunt of course." Despite the extreme arousal that made me smile. "No where location wise I meant." "Her flat in Belsize Park." "Presumably you fucked her before dumping her for me." "Of course darling, I am not fucking stupid." "What did she say?" "That if I change my mind and she was around we could always get together," he said sliding a couple of fingers up me and adding. "And just think Chrissy that Denise could be doing this to you." "Don't," I replied closing my eyes. He moved and stood alongside me and presented his cock to me. Gratefully almost I took it in my hands and started rubbing it. "Just imagine her fingers on you, her hand on your tits, her mouth on your nipples Chrissy. On this lovely nipple, the one I am pinching. Just imagine it's her teeth and lips." "No Sean stop." "Just think Chrissy of feeling her tits, of you sucking her nipples," he went on as he put his hand on his cock behind mine and started to wank himself The combination of all that he was doing got to me and I started to cum. "Yes babe, yes go for it," he murmured fingering me and rubbing my clit. Still holding his cock and seeing him jacking off as he held it against my face tipped me completely over the edge and my orgasm burst throughout my body and mind just as his cock exploded. With my husband's spunk splattered all over my face I agreed to meet Denise. * In some ways I wanted to know more about her. More about that night in Copenhagen and whether since then there had been any more nights, or afternoons come to that, in London than the one he had mentioned. I felt it best not to ask though for marriage second timers do not need or want to know too much about their partner's past or excess baggage. When Sean told me that Denise had agreed to come to dinner, I wanted to ask how he had put the invitation to her and where they were when he did. Recently I had been having my suspicions about him. "I just called her up and asked her?" He told me. "What whether she would like to sleep with your wife?" "Well no." "What then?" "I told her I was married and asked if she was attached and she said no." "And then?" "I said that we were looking for some fun and would she be interested?" "What all on the phone?" "Yes, well and a couple of emails. I asked her to dinner." I was not sure whether to believe him or not and a part of me felt that they had probably met again and maybe had sex and that was when he asked her. As it happens, I found out later, Sean was telling the complete truth, rather to my surprise. Still I could hardly believe that after another rather good fuck with my husband I agreed to the threesome. It was even harder for me to believe that as I was getting ready for Denise to arrive that I was choosing some of my sexiest underwear, a low cut, white top, not that I have much to show and a shortishm patterned skirt that I knew showed off my ok legs very nicely. Sean had showed me a photo of Denise taken as part of a group at one of the management meetings, not he explained the one in Copenhagen. In the photo she looked attractive, but not so much that I would feel inhibited. As Sean introduced us that impression was confirmed even though it seemed rather incongruous to be shaking hands with a woman with who I might shortly be having sex. She was about my height five feet six, but probably a little heavier, around one forty pounds. Her crowning glory, from a woman's perspective was her thick mane of lustrous, black hair, although from a male viewpoint it was more likely her quite spectacular, probably D cup breasts. Her nose was slightly too large and her lips probably too thin for her to be classically beautiful, but these 'impediments' were more than made up for, by her angular cheekbones and stunning green eyes. As the three of us chatted over drinks on the patio, I found her to be warm and friendly, humorous and intelligent with balanced views and opinions. I liked her and we got on well. She was not quite, but was almost I felt flirting with me. She had complimented me on my outfit, asked about the house and who planned the beautiful furnishings as she called them and said how lovely the garden was. She smiled a lot particularly when I made a joke, held my gaze just that tad longer than is normal and was quite come on. Sean babbled away nineteen to the dozen and did not seem able to drag his eyes away from her spectacular breasts when she was sitting down and when she stood up her wonderfully rounded bum in the tight, ankle length with a slit up one side skirt. Although I could never recall thinking of a female in a sexual way I had to admit that as she walked into the dining room and one of her long, shapely legs poked out from the skirt, it certainly grabbed my attention. Dinner went quickly and easily and Sean suggested we go to the lounge and have more wine. "I have to be careful, I am driving," Denise said quite innocently I am sure. "You don't have to Sean," replied adding not innocently at all. "You can stay the night." I had been wondering just how the sexual aspect of her visit to us would be introduced. Denise looked at me and held my gaze. "Would that be alright Christina, I don't want to be a problem." Wilting a little under her calm gaze I mumbled. "No, er I mean yes, that would be fine Denise." Beaming both of us a big smile she said. "Well I would love another glass of that delicious red then please Sean." "Let me put some music on," Sean said going over to the cabinet with the inbuilt speakers and clicking on his iPod. "Mmmm that's lovely," Denise said as we both sat on the large six-seater, green leather sofa over the arm of which he had fucked me a couple of weeks ago. I smiled at the incongruity of that sex had led to me agreeing to the threesome and now here we were both on that sofa. "Any more room on that settee," Sean rather blatantly asked standing before us. "Bags," Denise replied as indeed there was plenty of room. He sat between us and we chatted as we sipped our wine. We each finished and he stood up, got the bottle and topped up our glasses. "Fancy a smoke?" Sean asked. "What weed?" Denise asked. "Yes, I have some great stuff." We were not big drug users and although we had both tried coke, we preferred weed. It was more relaxing and we found it fitted in nicely with an evening at home with plenty of sex. We passed the spliff round in the sort of serious way that sharers adopt. We must have had three or four snorts each before Sean put the butt into an ashtray. My mind had gone a little fuzzy as the marijuana fumes were transferred to my brain from my lungs. With the effects of the weed mixing with the three or four glasses of the nice Malbac red I had drunk I certainly was feeling quite mellow, very relaxed and more and more uninhibited, but that was my normal reaction to wine and weed. "So," Sean said quickly. "Please you came Denise." Turning towards Sean the skirt fell open and her bare leg almost up to her panties was exposed. Giggling in the way that weed smokers tend to do she said. "Well I would remind you Sean and Christina of course that I have not yet." "Not what?" Sean asked. "Never mind, it was a poor joke," she replied rearranging her skirt and going on. "Yes, we had a great meal, thank you Christina, you both have a lovely house and you Sean have a gorgeous wife." . Putting his arm round me and kissing the side of my head, Sean said. "Yes I do don't I? She's lovely and sexy isn't she?" As he placed his hand on my bare leg some six inches or so above my knees. Speaking very quietly, Denise said. "Yes Sean she is lovely and sexy." "But then Denise," he went on so are you isn't she Chris?" I surprised myself by saying far louder than I intended. "Yes she's gorgeous." "Nice of you to say so, thank you Christina," Denise said moving slightly causing the skirt to fall open again. She went to put it back in place, but Sean said. "Leave the fucking thing alone Denise, it's nice looking at your legs." Denise looked at me smiling. "He has such a way with words doesn't he at times." "Yes, he does, but sometimes he makes sense." "And did he that time?" She asked looking into my eyes and holding my gaze. "About leaving my skirt like this Christina?" As I averted my eyes from hers I felt a strong surge of sexual arousal and that alarmed me. The alarm was not so much because of the arousal, but that it was as a result of seeing her bare leg and what she had just said as she gazed into my eyes. It hit me that I was being turned on by a woman. "Yes, I rather think he did," I mumbled. Then looking from me to Sean then back again and holding my gaze, she pushed the skirt so that it fell open and the outside of her bare leg from her ankle nearly to her hip was exposed. "Ok?" She said quietly. I nodded; I don't think I would have been able to speak as I was so nervous. Sean said it for me. "That looks lovely Denise, thank you." "You are both welcome," she smiled going on to say. "I guess I have to pay for my dinner and bed some way. I smiled back having no idea how to contribute to this sophisticated flirting; it was well beyond me. "Well I can think of many ways," Sean offered. "Such as?" Denise queried. "Well, for instance, I've always wanted to see my wife with another woman?" He said making me feel embarrassed. There was silence as Denise's gaze once more went slowly from Sean to me and back again. It seemed to me as though she was thinking about it and I was rather hoping she would say no and go off in a huff. She took a sip of her drink as she once more looked at me and back to him before saying softly. "Mmmm might be fun." She looked at me and held my gaze as she said very softly. "What do you think Christina, is it OK with you?" As they both stared at me I could hardly breathe let alone reply so, like a fool, I just nodded and covered my embarrassment by putting the glass to my lips. "Why not get some more wine Sean?" Denise said. "Sure, same again?" We both nodded and he went off to the kitchen. Denise moved very close to me and said in a whisper. "Are you comfortable with this Christina?" That made me feel much better. "Yes Denise, yes I think I am." "Presumably it's Sean's idea." "Yes." "And have you been with a woman before?" I shook my head and said ver quietly. "No never." "Have you wanted to?" "No, but I am curious." "So why now and why me?" "Sean and I are experimenting with different things. He has been asking me for ages if I would go with a woman." "And you have said no, so what has made you change your mind?" I gave her quick synopsis of the episodes leading up to us being together. "And Sean suggested you, is that ok?" "Oh yes I am very ok." "He said that you have done it before." "Yes I have several times. I am not lesbian, but am very bi." "And he says that you have had sex with him." "Yes a couple of times," she told me broadly corroborating Sean's story. "To be truthful Christina I have always fancied Sean on a sexual level. As she was saying that Sean returned and heard her say that. "Hold on a sec Denise. Flattered though I am, this does not necessarily include me. It might just be you and Christina as I watch." "Yeah right," she said laughing. "Pigs might fly." "True" Sean replied. "This is all about Chrissy and me experimenting and I have this really big thing about seeing her with another woman." Denise interrupted laughing. "Really now? You are a lucky girl Christina." "I was going to add and being a voyeur." Denise seemed surprised and again asked if I was ok with it. Her understanding and consideration for my feelings together with her looks and body, the very frank conversation and the expanse of bare flesh of her leg began to provide that 'something extra.' My feelings about going with another woman were still very mixed. The actual thought of being with a woman was very daunting, but also exciting as I suspect it would be to most women. Additionally, the idea of having sex with her in front of Sean was, when I was really honest with myself appealing; the exhibitionist side of me was rearing its ugly head. I guess my main objection was the rather cold-blooded nature of the whole thing. I think that in some ways I would have been happier had it have been spontaneous when we were all a little tipsy. If Denise and I had got it on like that I don't think I would have had a problem The idea that Sean had propositioned her, had planned what we were going to do and when we were going to do it and now we all together possibly about to do it, whatever it was, made it all seem a very contrived and rather mechanistic! Her, Him and Me The prospect of the sex with Denise, was becoming less daunting than I would have imagined it would be; but then a cocktail of booze and weed can overcome many things. The daunting aspect was that I had no idea what I should do with her. The emotional side of it was sorting itself out. I liked Denise, could see that she had a lovely body and that my husband clearly fancied her all helped. Just why Sean wanted to see me with another woman was a strong concern. That was accompanied by his refusal to answer fully whether he would want to join in. "I don't know if I would want to or whether I would prefer just to watch the two of you two," he said very non-committal. I wanted to ask what he would do if he did join in, but I guess I was scared of the answer so I didn't. "Are you really ok with this Christina?" I again nodded and said that I was a little nervous. She went on. "Look if at any time you want to stop just say so and I'll piss off, ok?" The 'something else' was becoming more and more in play! "So what's it all about with Sean?" She asked "Who knows, male menopause perhaps" I replied as Sean and Denise laughed. "You have a lovely house," she had said earlier and Sean, out of the blue asked if she would like to look round it adding. "Come on Christina let's show Denise round." I realised that he had thought out the route for we got to our bedroom last. "And here Denise," he said coaxing her into the room in front of us. "Is where Christina and I have our fun and where hopefully you and her are going to." This is it I thought, no way out now, no going back. "Why don't I get us a nice bottle of wine?" he suggested. "As you two work out the fun." We were standing close and she said again. "You sure Christina?" very softly and throatily. This time I did reply. "Yes Denise I am." Sean returned with a bottle of champagne and poured us all a glass. "Here's to a fun afternoon," he toasted, raising his glass adding coyly. "May I take a couple of photos of you Denise?" Denise raised her eyebrows but the actress came out if in her and she said. "Sure," immediately striking a couple of poses. "Why not sit on the bed Denise?" Sean suggested getting his camera and taking the focus and light readings. He took a few shots and then said very huskily. "Shall we all get er more comfortable?" "You can put that away then," Denise said sharply, "I don't want any more taken. I don't want to see my tits in The Sun. I have my reputation to maintain you know?" She went on, but now smiling. It hadn't really occurred to me that Sean would undress and I was taken aback when he unbuttoned his shirt and started on his trousers. Denise smiled and slid her hands behind her obviously finding the zip on her skirt and looking at me as if to encourage me to follow. I reached round my back and with very shaking hands pulled the zip of my skirt down. As she slid her ankle-length skirt down so I dropped mine to the floor and stood before her in my underwear. She was now in just her panties, a frilly thong I noticed, and bra through which her nipples, that were clearly throbbingly hard, poked very obviously. I was feeling far more relaxed than I had imagined I would. She moved a little closer saying. "Lovely underwear Christina, Janet Regar?" I managed. "No it's Perla," just as I saw Sean now in his boxers move over to a chair on the other side of the bed. I could see that he was already very erect. Denise said. "Let's sit on the bed Christina." I sat beside her on the side of it. "May I?" she asked leaning behind me her hands going to my bra strap. She didn't wait for my reply presumably assuming there was no need, which there wasn't, but I felt so nervous and my heart was pounding. I felt it being undone and the cups being eased away from my breasts. Oddly, I still didn't feel very sexually aroused well certainly not as much as I would have expected. I sat there rigid and tense extremely aware that just a few feet away my husband was reclining in a chair nearly naked watching every move. It also struck me that Denise would have seen him like before and that, of course, he had fucked her. I could not look at him, though I wasn't sure whether that was embarrassment, guilt, shame or something else. Instead, I sat there looking down at my legs. Denise was still half behind me and out of my line of vision so I did not know whether she and Sean were looking at each other and all I could see were her hands that were by my sides on the bed. It was actually fascinating to watch them as they started to move and I remember thinking 'she's going to touch me' as they, so slowly it seemed, moved upwards I closed my eyes still feeling far from fully sexually aroused, but certainly excited and intrigued by the situation. It was only then that I suddenly wondered whether Sean and Denise were in collusion on this. 'Maybe' I thought 'this was all a set up!' And then I felt the gentlest of touches. The softest of caresses. The most delicate brushing of her fingertips against my nipple. She ran them round my areola tantalisingly slowly energising the Montgomery bumps. She gradually moved closer and closer to the centre of each orb so that she then pressed with what was just the perfect amount of pressure. My nipples obviously reacted and as they grew so she gently squeezed them between her fingers and thumbs. Pulling on them with hardly any pressure at all she coaxed them to their most extreme hardness and on until they were at their largest, swollen erectness; they were aching so much. Now I was becoming aroused and thus, as her hands cupped each of the orbs and began to caress them gently so I gasped a couple of times. "Ok lovely?" She whispered into my ear, her tongue licking just inside it. The feelings were so good and so intense that I slowly forgot Sean and really that it was another woman doing this to me. In my mind she became an anonymous object and a vague figure. I forgot about hetero or bisexual, straight or gay. It was just sexual stimulation, nothing more and nothing less. I was getting excitement and pleasure from what was happening to my body; the source and gender mixture of that had become irrelevant. There was a promise of so many sensations to come, so many different experiences and so many thrills for me. Nothing was said. I suppose it wasn't necessary. Denise continued arousing me for ages. She was so patient and considerate, taking her time, relaxing me, priming me, getting me ready I suppose. From a 'having sex with another women' point of view that was not necessary. I was ready for that, I had been for days I now realised. So the physical aspects were not really a concern to me, although they seemed to be to Denise. It was more my emotional reactions that were of concern to me. I couldn't help thinking: just why Sean was putting me through it, what did it say about our marriage and our sex life, both of which I knew were not as good as they had been in the past? Was this the start of something as the photography had been? Would it lead to him suggesting that we have more threesomes? Would it prompt me to go with other women when he wasn't around and first and foremost in my mind would it end up with me having an affair or affairs with a man, or a woman? Denise's hand continuing to caress my breasts sending the most delicious feelings through me, brought my thinking back to the here and now. Her other hand was running up and down my back, brushing through my hair, caressing the back of my neck and reaching round me to softly touch my eyelids, my cheeks and my lips. I could feel her boobs pressing into my arm and my back, her hair rustling against my shoulder. I could smell her perfume and feel her warm breath on my ear. I lost all recognition of Sean being there and of my concern at doing this; I let myself become totally into what she was doing. I felt her pulling me backwards. She lay me on the bed my legs over the edge. She sat beside me forcing my arm around her so that the edge of my hand was against her hip. She looked down at me a look of such care and tenderness on her face and held my gaze as she took my breast in her hand again. She smiled as she saw the look of pleasure run across my face and she pinched the nipple, a little harder knowing from her own experiences that was exactly what I wanted. Her fingers started flittering around my body. They ran all around my breasts, under them and across them before sliding slowly down to and round my waist. Touching my naval and squeezing gently on my hips. I felt as though I was in heaven. Denise was leaning over me with her full breasts dangling down towards my face. From that angle, they looked even bigger and fuller than they were. Her nipples were darker, but not as round as mine and they were very bloated. Her long, dark hair falling onto her breasts and framing her face made her look much prettier than I had reckoned her to be. She had a slight smile on her face and her eyes were half closed as her hand slid slowly and softly even further down my body. Ever moving, albeit slowly, she traced her fingers across my tummy and let them slip just inside the elastic of my panties. They moved away again and ran over my chest before returning and going even further downwards. As her other hand stroked my hair and my face, they ran outside my panties to where my pubic hairs begin I was now becoming very excited and was extremely aroused for she had been doing this for what must have been twenty minutes or so. Her hands were so knowing, gentle and arousing that their movements totally consumed my thoughts. Where they were, where they'd been and where they were going was all I could focus upon. I forgot the girl on girl thing, I forgot Sean, I forgot my reservations and doubts, my marriage vows and desire to be faithful. All that seemed important, no crucial, were those wondrous fingers, those marvellous touches, those so stimulating caresses. I found that my hand which had been resting against her hip was now stroking her skin which was so wonderfully soft, almost like silk. Hers went further down and flittered up and down my thighs on the inner fleshy part, the most sensitive part. She knew exactly what to do, what I wanted her to do and what would pleasure and further arouse me. They would slide upwards until I was full of anticipation, but only to move away just before they reached my panties. The panties that I knew were totally see-through. That would show her my pubes and the outline of my lips. The panties that were now soaked. My head was lying back so I couldn't see what she was doing or what she was about to do. So, when her fingers so lightly brushed across my mound merely, but so sensationally, softly touching me right where my lips join at the front, my entire body bucked like a horse. With no hesitation or fumbling like most men, the tip of her finger had immediately found the protuberance of my clitoris. She didn't rub it or pinch it. She didn't press down on it. No, her knowing fingers brushed across the tip of it sending shivers of such pleasure through me that I felt my bottom rise off the bed. Then they were gone, but they came back and then went again. She knew exactly what to do and when to do it. What would excite and arouse me. Exactly what my body and mind needed to make me respond to her and to take me to ever increasing levels of amazing pleasure. And I was responding. Not dramatically, not very energetically and not, really, all that evidently but my hand had slid down inside the back of her panties and I was stroking and gripping the swell of flesh on her hip just above her taught bottom. She again ran the tips of those wonderful fingers up and down my thighs this time though not stopping. No this time, they slid into my groin and along it. They slipped inside the elastic of my panties around my legs. This time they touched and slithered along the now engorged lips that were probably so evident through the sheer net of my panties. They returned to above my groin and ran across my tummy. Now uninhibited, now assured of their welcome and now encouraged by my reactions they pushed their way inside my panties searching downwards for my wetness, Several times they went so near that my body stiffened with the anticipation, but each time they stopped. 'Would she ever touch me there?' I thought. 'Is this just a tease?' I wondered suddenly realising that with all my being the thing in the world that I most wanted at that moment was for those fingers not to stop. For them to keep going, to plunder me and stroke me there. Yes what I think I wanted more than anything else was for Denise to shove her fingers right up my cunt. When at last they did I just simply erupted with sensations. I heard several deep grunts come out of my mouth. My eyes closed tightly and I gritted my teeth as I felt her hand cup my mound her fingers snuggling tightly between my legs right on and slightly inside my lips. I came immediately; strongly and so gushingly. I knew that I made a noise. I knew that my body writhed and bucked and I knew that I cried out something, but what it was I have no idea. It seemed to go on and on as though it would be endless. With her other arm she cuddled me to her chest as she comforted me through the final throes of this awesome orgasm. My face was pressed against her breast, one hand was in her lap the other around her waist as those magical fingers just went on and on giving me new sensation after new sensation. I lie in her arms for what seemed an age, the occasional sob escaping from my lips, as she stroked and consoled me telling me how much she had enjoyed it and asking whether I had. She edged her hardened nipple towards my lips. She was asking if I wanted it, offering it to me, inviting me to love her breast. My mouth involuntarily opened. She pushed forward and suddenly her big nipple was in my mouth and between my lips. I bit it gently then sucked it like a baby would their mother. I had forgotten everything other than the marvellous orgasm she had given me until I heard Sean say. "Well I loved it, you were both marvellous." Denise looked at him and said. "Pleased you liked it, have a good wank did you?" He shot back. "No but I would have liked to," She replied. "Well you should have we wouldn't have noticed would we Christina?" Looking at him I saw a combination of lust and love on his face and I didn't know what to think. Debased and demeaned that he had persuaded me to do this or pleased that he had insisted. "Fuck it," I heard him saying. "The champagne's finished I'll get some more." "Well Christina" Denise said softly brushing my blonde, shoulder-length hair away from my eyes. "You did enjoy it didn't you?" I looked at her and smiled and said, "Yes Denise it was lovely, thank you." She kissed me. Not passionately and not deeply. Just a brushing of our lips together, but enough to make my pulse start racing again. "Oh shit," I said. "What's the matter?" she asked. I smiled and said, "I think I may have enjoyed it a little too much." Sean poured us champagne and we all sat on the bed drinking it as he went on about how fantastic it had been and how exciting he'd found it. The bulge in his boxers was very obvious and Denise after looking at it murmured smiling. "Yes we can see that Sean, very clearly." I knew then that he wanted to join in. That he wanted sex with one or both of us. I looked at Denise and realised that she was thinking the same thing, but neither of us said anything. Denise and I had moved to laying on the bed alongside each other our heads on the pillows. Still both in our panties, our arms were touching and she was running her toe up and down my calf. We looked at each other and she bent forward and brushed her lips across mine again. Sean said very hoarsely. "Is there an encore on its way?" For an answer, Denise kissed me fully on the lips and I did not object. In fact I kissed her back. She was a magnificent kisser but then I should have expected that for she had been so marvellous a lover earlier. After licking all round my opened lips she would mould hers to mine and kiss me open mouthed for ages. Her tongue touched mine and licked my gums and teeth. She sucked strongly on first my bottom and then upper lip and then kissed me all over my face. My chin, my neck, my cheeks, my forehead and then, most magically, my eyelids. Always though returning to my mouth we kissed and kissed for so long it could have been an hour for all I knew. In many ways, strangely, this long bout of kissing and embracing was far more intimate, erotic even, than the more overtly sexual experience I had just gone through with her. Although her touching of my breasts and slowly bringing me to that shattering orgasm had demanded a physical commitment from me this laying in each other's arms our mouths glued together asked for something more and that was an emotional commitment as well. I found myself very willingly, almost avidly making that commitment. Far more aware now of my surroundings I could see Sean and could watch him avidly taking in every single thing we did. My feelings there changed as well. Neither of us paid any attention or spoke to him at all but we were both aware of his presence and I'm sure that she as well as I was, to an extent, 'playing to that gallery' of my husband and a man she admitted to fancying. What I couldn't work out in my sex addled mind was whether either, Denise or I wanted him to join in? As she kissed me so her hands touched and stroked, caressed and squeezed me all over body and now without the worry of my reticence. Now, enthusiastically I returned her kisses and caresses. I ran my hands through her fine hair, I touched her face, her eyes, her cheeks. I stroked and cupped her breasts and ran my hands, lovingly, up and down her back. I became less inhibited and more enquiring and adventurous. It occurred to me as I lay in her arms returning embrace with embrace and caress with caress that I was a quick learner. I smiled as I recalled and agreed with Denise's earlier phrase 'like a duck to water' and wondered if this was a latent aspect of my sexuality. Her hand once more found my mound and she was caressing me there. Mine was around her, inside the waist-band of her thong stroking the lovely roundness of the taught cheeks of her bottom. She removed her mouth from mine and looked me in the eye as her hand tugged at the elastic of my panties pulling them down my tummy a little. Smiling she murmured, "I don't think we need these anymore do we Christina?" It really is a very significant moment in any lovemaking when a woman's knickers are removed. Irrespective of what has gone on before and how little of her they cover the physical exposing of her most womanly of places by their removal represents a quantum leap in the relationship and the emotional commitment to it. It makes her totally available, it opens her up and it signifies her acceptance that she is to be penetrated, in one way or another, by her lover. Thus, as Denise said that to me I momentarily panicked. I realised how far I had gone with her both physically and emotionally. I also realised that she was now asking me to go even further. Up to now, in my rather pathetic self-justification thinking, I had been doing this because Sean had persuaded me. I could justify it as it would help perk up his and my sex life and thus, refresh our marriage. The sexual excitement and gratification she had given me was not selfish, but was for a 'greater good!' However, to me the removal of my panties for her was a willing sacrifice. That was for me and me alone. It was a sign that I was going beyond what he had set out for me to do. I croaked. "No we don't" as I raised my bottom looking deeply into her eyes as she peeled the flimsy 'last barrier' from me. Quickly she slid hers off as well Her, Him and Me Both now revelling in our totally nudity we gloried in that by rolling around the bed in each other's arms. We luxuriated in the freedom of it and the sensations of the other's body on our own from lips to toes. We enthusiastically stroked and caressed the other with no inhibitions whatsoever. Her fingers were in me and mine were around her lips. Her mouth encircled each of my nipples sucking them to new levels of swollen erectness and what felt like unprecedented degrees of aching, wanting desire. My mouth kissed and licked at her breasts as she held first one and then the other out to me as an invitation for me to suckle them. I kissed every inch of the wonderfully soft and such appealingly, arousing flesh concentrating and returning to those, what were now, deliciously ripe, pink buds in their centres. I knew that this time we would not rely on our hands. I recognised that this was now grown up women's lovemaking. That I had entered, willingly I knew, into something that went well beyond the bounds of adolescent girls exploring the limits of their sexuality. As we touched and entered the other with our fingers, I accepted that I would need to go further with girl on girl lovemaking than I had imagined. And my heart pounded with the thought of what was to come, what she would do to me and what I would do to her. I wanted to do it. I wanted her to do it. And most of all I wanted Sean to be watching as we did it. To see me pleasure myself by giving so much to this woman. To watch as I received stimulation, excitement and satisfaction of a level that he could not, or chose not to provide. Maybe, to an extent playing into his hands but, nevertheless convinced that I was doing it for myself and, without sounding too grandiose, for my liberation I wanted to put on a show for him and maybe to rid myself of my dependence on him. But on the other hand, I would not have minded one iota if he had joined in and had sex with Denise. It surprised me just how far my attitude towards sex had changed. Thus, when Denise starting slithering her head down my body I was not afraid. When her pleasure seeking mouth planted delightful little kisses, licks and sucks, on my lower chest, waist and tummy I was resolved and ready. When her long, dark hair tumbled onto my thighs and stomach hiding her face from my view I was receptive. Not just receptive, I realised for I found myself reaching for her. She wiggled her body so that we were lying side by side, so that I was most available to her and so that she made her most precious place open to my investigation. My first feel of this woman on my mouth was amazing. Not just the taste and feel and smell but also because of the response I received. The sheer gratification that her writhing body, deep moans and "Oh yes Christina yes," signified the clear, sensational pleasure I gave her and the such evident intent that what we were about to do was to be so mutual and sharing. And it was. There were no limits or boundaries now. I was no longer merely the initiate, the junior partner or the follower. No I was fully involved now. I was becoming an equal player and a total soul mate to this wonderful teacher. Slurping, licking, sucking and running my tongue all around that familiar but so strange of places I knew instinctively what to do. What I wanted to do and what I wanted her to do. Of course, she needed no instruction or cajoling for her educated tongue had already found and coaxed my clitoris into explosive action. Her experienced fingers had found and run around my lips opening the folds of that covering shroud to expose more fully that stalk of such pleasure to her eager tongue. Of course, her tongue and mouth inflamed me to such wondrous levels that I was so happy to find that I was providing a similar degree of sensations to her. Denise's legs were open her thighs wrapped around my face as my tongue rotated and pressed, plunged and probed and as my fingers stroked and caressed, rubbed and penetrated her. Hers were doing similar things to me and I could feel my orgasm building. The slight stiffening of her body, the shudders and the increased urgency with which she was orally loving me told me that I was inducing her climax as well. That was a wonderful feeling. Then nearly everything went blank. My body simply convulsed with such an amazingly powerful array of sensations that I may well have fainted. At the same time, Denise was writhing so wildly that continued contact between her and my mouth was no longer possible. We may well have both been screaming, we could have been shouting out, we might probably have been moaning, grunting and sighing. I didn't know, so consumed was I by the magnificence and power of what was happening to both of us simultaneously. We clung to each other's now perspiration drenched body as we cajoled and persuaded every last surge of excitement of the orgasm that we had promoted for our lover. The sensations were so acute that it was as if we became one. As if there were no divisions. I had no consciousness of where I ended and she began. We were one writhing, convulsing, bucking and climaxing pile of female flesh glorying in the sisterhood of that wondrous mutual orgasm. As we so slowly returned to a sort of normalness so we both remembered that Sean was still there. Together we looked over at him. He smiled and said. "Ladies that was amazing." Denise looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I knew immediately what she was asking and I nodded. "Why don't you join us Sean?" She said softly to my husband.