2 comments/ 50881 views/ 6 favorites Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 01 By: boo_dreaux This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. Her Story When Ray and I were introduced by a mutual friend, the last thing on my mind was anything resembling a 'relationship'. I was thirty-five, and had divorced five years previously, and was pretty damned happy with my life as a single. During those five years, I dated who I wanted, if I wanted. I slept with who I wanted to sleep with, not with everyone who tried to sleep with me. There were a couple of short term boyfriends, but nothing of a lasting nature, and I was just fine with that. Our mutual friend was a woman who worked for me, and they had been friends for several years. The thing you need to know about Ray, is that he is a 'gal's guy'; comfortable around females, and females are very comfortable with him. When we met, he honestly had many more female friends and buddies, than male. He didn't want me to say that, but, it is what it is. It wasn't very long into our relationship, maybe three months, when we both realized that we had fallen in love with each other, both amused that it had happened at a time in which neither of us was looking for anything other than a comfortable relationship, free and clear of clutter. Funny how that stuff works out, isn't it? Ray had been upfront from the very beginning; from the time we realized we liked being with each other, about his participation in the swinging scene, both he and his ex. He was upfront about the thing with his ex's cousin; about keeping it a secret, that it bothered him for a long time, he told me, after it happened. So, yes, I knew that he had been with a lot of women, and, it didn't bother me, one bit. Hey, it's not like I was the 'Virgin Queen'; my soldier guy had been my first lover, but by the time I had met Ray, I had had more than my share of lovers, boyfriends, and 'friends with benefits'. The first time I had ever had a 'meaningful' kiss with a guy, I was probably fourteen or so, young, but old enough to know that I liked the way I felt when kissing someone. I liked that flutter in the stomach, the rush of warmth to my crotch, even though it took me until I was eighteen before I let my soldier guy 'go all the way', it wasn't because I didn't want to, believe me! No, it was the fear of 'mommy dearest' that kept my legs closed, and I suppose, in retrospect, that was a benefit. Some of my friends in high school were having sex, and they'd talk about it, and I would get really excited inside but I would never let on just how much I liked hearing them talk about it. Before soldier guy, there had been a few boyfriends, and maybe, I let a couple of them feel me up, but, honestly, I don't remember. It couldn't have been much, if I can't remember it, is my view. But, from the first time that I did have sex, I liked it, I liked it a lot. My ex had 'hinted' a couple of times about exploring swinging, after a couple of years of marriage, so I knew about it, and for some strange reason that I didn't understand, then or now, the 'thought' excited me but never enough to take that walk on the wild side. Oh, I would think about it, after he had brought it up, and wonder about some of the couples we knew, wondered about the male half, about whether or not sex would be good with him, whoever 'him' was. But, it never happened. I'm on the slender side; 5'8, 120 lbs, and on a good day, a 34 B, not exactly busty, which has always bothered me, made me wish I were bigger. Ray doesn't seem to be bothered by it, nor have I ever had anyone complain about it, nobody but me, so I guess Ray's right, that it's a 'head thing' with me, and me alone. ~ My first threesome… After Ray and I became a couple, the sex was plentiful, and good! Very good! We've never had a problem connecting on a sexual level, or any other level, that I'm aware of. I moved from the small town I had been living in, to the city with Ray, and have never looked back. I was introduced into his circle of friends, some from the swinging days, some not. I was warmly welcomed into their homes, at their parties, never being made to feel like I was an 'outsider', except for one couple, well actually, the wife of one couple. Harry and Vicki had been friends with Ray and his ex, for years, living across the street from each other, and, of course, from the sex they had shared as couples. Vicki never really liked me, I think, never really liked the fact that I was now with Ray, and he was no longer with his ex. Vicki and his ex had a girl/girl thing for a lot of years, so I suppose that has something to do with her feelings towards me. She would constantly bring up how much she really enjoyed Ree's pussy, how she missed it. It sorta pissed me off, but I would let those comments slide. Harry, on the other hand, couldn't have been nicer, or more welcoming. He's a sweetheart, Harry is, a really good guy. Vicki, as I would find, would belie her demure looks, and in a 'public' situation, would like to do 'shocking' things, bordering on exhibitionism sometimes. One evening, when the four of us were at our local pub, Ray was in the semi-finals bracket of a city-wide pool tournament, and it was being held at our 'spot'. The place was packed with watchers, and players, and as we watched the championship game, Harry, Vicki and I were kneeling in our booth, so we could see over the people between us and the pool tables. Vicki was behind me, leaning on both Harry and I, when she suddenly, quickly, slipped her hand down the front of my top, and copped a feel of my breasts, braless, as usual. The one advantage of being small-breasted is that I could go braless and not have to worry about my nipples sagging down to my waist. She squeezed my boob, and tweaked my nipple, then quickly withdrew her hand. I turned my head towards her, not in anger, but in surprise. It did surprise me, but it didn't make me uncomfortable; in fact, I remember thinking at the time that it felt kinda good. She gave me a quick smooch, and waving at our waitress, she ordered a round of Tequila shots to celebrate Ray's victory on the pool table. I had never been with a woman sexually, at that time. I don't really ever remember 'wondering' about girl/girl sex; I knew it went on, but I never really thought of it, or longed for it. I will say, though, when she copped that feel, it did make my head start to wonder if she was trying to instigate something between the four of us. I do remember thinking that, if that was her game, that I'd go with the flow of the evening and see where it would lead. Ray and I were solid, our relationship stronger than hell, then, and even now, twenty or so years later. I had never told Ray that I wanted to try swinging, or not try it. I do remember that every time a story came up about some people he and his ex had screwed, that I did become excited by it, by the freedom on being able to share a sexual experience with someone that you loved as much as I loved Ray. He never, ever, pushed for us to get involved in swinging, but, he left the door open for me to talk about it, if I ever wanted to. Ray rejoined us at the booth, amid congratulations from the pub regulars, all a friendly group of bar-flies. The owner of the pub, Sherrie, sent over a round of shots on the house. She and Ray were house-mates for a time, but they never were lovers. Sherrie said it wasn't because she didn't want to fuck him, because she did, but he didn't want to risk the friendship they had, not over a roll in the hay. She and I became friends quickly, and still are, to this day. So, we now had two rounds of shooters in front of us, and we did them, one after the other, the Tequila burning as it went down, making my eyes water. I normally drink beer and can handle it very well. Hard liquor, not so much, and as it turned out, neither could Vicki, but it didn't show up until about an hour later. Vicki was very mouthy when she got high, either on liquor or weed. I've done weed, but, it's really just not my thing. It makes me sleepy and too lethargic for me to enjoy it. But, I have no problem with those that do like it, it's just not me. Vicki order us one more round before anyone could stop her, and Harry looked at Ray and I, his eyebrows raised, as if to say, "your guess is as good as mine as to why she was in 'this mood'. We did the shots, and Vicki suggested that we all go back to their place, yank off our clothes, and relax in the warm waters of their hot tub. Ray looked at me, questioningly, and I simply said to all of them, "I don't have a problem with that, if that's what everybody is wondering, I don't have a problem being naked in front of ya'll, if that's what you guys are concerned about." "You sure you don't mind?" Vicki cooed, her smile giving away her tipsiness. "Vicki," I remember saying, "I'm not as uptight as you probably think I am," not really sure why I said it, that way. I was referring to being naked in front of others, but I think she took it in another context. The guys paid our tab, and we slowly made our way to the door, Ray, again, being congratulated on his win tonight as the representative in the pool tournament from 'our pub'. I believe Vicki was trying to see if I had any hot buttons that she could push by hanging onto Ray's arm while we walked to our car, Harry and I, walking together behind them. I remember Harry leaning over to me and commenting on Vicki being in 'rare form' tonight, both of us chuckling at the comment. And then, Vicki suddenly stopped, wobbled a little bit, and looking around, ran off to some bushes nearby, and became sick. Thinking she was finished, she rose from her knees, on the ground, only to become sick again. Harry was by her side, and I had gone to our car to get some paper napkins that we kept in the glove box, for Vicki to wipe her mouth. She did and, leaning on Harry and Ray, she was helped to the car, slurring apologies all around for her sudden attack of 'upchugginess', to use her word. We put her in the front seat so the air conditioning vents could be turned on her, which seemed to help. Harry and I got into the back seat, me sitting behind Ray as he drove us to their house. Harry said he was sorry about this unexpected turn of events and that they'd give us a rain check on the tubbing, which we were okay with, we told him. Vicki protested that we should still use the tub, that all she really wanted to do was to get into her bed and go to sleep, that she just wasn't feeling 'well'. Gee, I wonder why, all she did was have three quick shots of Tequila, behind two beers, all on an empty stomach. I was feeling a very nice buzz but I was nowhere near feeling sick. We begged off but she would hear none of it, so we looked to Harry when we got to their place and he shrugged his shoulders, and said that he was still up for using the tub after he got Vick settled and in bed. Ray and I looked at each other, silently agreeing, and said 'okay'. Their hot tub was located in a gazebo type structure, just off of their deck, with removable windows that came off in the warmer weather. It was early spring and the night air was still very chilly so the windows were still on the structure. Harry told Ray to grab some towels for us from the hall closet and he'd meet us at the tub after he put Vicki to bed. Ray handed me the towels to put on a shelf as he turned on the tub and tuned a soft jazz station in on the small radio on another shelf. Ray embraced me, kissed me, sending a flutter to my stomach, like it usually did, and I kissed him back, enjoying the moment. He and I took off our clothes and entered the tub, sitting close to each other while we waited for Harry to join us. We were in the middle of a nice kiss, quickly removing our hands from each other's crotch, when Harry opened the door, a grin on his face. As he took off his clothes, he told us that Vicki was 'out' as soon as her head hit the pillow and, again, apologized for her, Ray and I protesting that it wasn't necessary to do that. He grinned and thanked us for our understanding of the situation as he got into the tub with us, sank down on a seat across from us and just sighed as the warm water enveloped him. It was relaxing and felt good I agreed, to myself, in my own head. What follows is not going to come as a surprise to Ray, since I told him the same thing after we got home that night, after our tubbing session with Harry. When Vicki suggested the tubbing session, back at the pub, I remember a quick flash, in my head, that she wanted the four of us to have sex. I also remember that I had felt a bit of a rush to my crotch at even thinking that could happen, that I had a moment of confusion with such a thought. But even as we drove to their house, after Vick had gotten ill, I couldn't get the thought out of my head. After all, these three guys had been with each other often, over the years, and I was the 'odd man out', but I was secretly feeling a little jazzed at the scene in my head of the four of us, naked, wet, and fooling around. The kissing and touching session that Ray and I had, before Harry joined us, had only served to rev up my horny motor, I admit that I was a bit disappointed that Harry couldn't have been a few minutes longer before joining us, knowing that Ray would've gotten me off with his hand and fingers. Vicki would sometimes call Harry her 'every-ready battery' because, she said, he could get an erection in a warm breeze. I guess it was true, I thought to myself, since Harry's dick was hard, its tip just under the bubbling water, but visible. I laughed to myself at the situation, I don't know why, but I thought it humorous. Between the beer, the Tequila, and the warmth in the room, I needed to cool off before I would get ill, so I unwrapped my hand from Ray's dick, under the water, and sat on the edge of the tub, expressing my need to cool off. Harry, God bless him, immediately jumped out of the tub to crack a few windows for the night air to help cool down the room, his hard-on bobbing as he walked. Harry's smaller than Ray in the manhood department but I was never as much about size, as I was about what a guy did with it. Some of my former boyfriends were less endowed than others but it's not how big a guy is, its how he's able to use what he has to give a woman pleasure. I've always felt that way, size being more of a 'guy-thing', I always believed. But the sight of his dick bobbing was kind of funny. The cool cross breeze was provided me immediate relief from the smothering I had been feeling from the heat in the room and the water, and felt really good. I stayed sitting on the edge of the tub, my feet and lower legs resting on the seat, next to Ray where I had been sitting when Harry rejoined us in the tub, but, sitting on the edge as I was, much nearer to Ray and I. My nipples had hardened from the coolness that now flowed around the room and from the corner of my half-closed eyes, I saw Harry was checking out my hard nipples with sneaked glances, his dick still hard, none of us, seemingly bothered by that fact. I know I wasn't, in fact, I clearly remember wondering, to myself, what it would feel like to have two men make love to me. Sitting there, Harry and I on the edge of the tub and Ray in the water, we chit-chatted about various and sundry things, none of which I can remember. I think it was 'nervous' talk, the three of us being in a situation that the three of us had never been in before. Ray had a hand on one of my thighs, lightly rubbing and stroking it, the sensation sending messages to my pussy, I clearly remember that. I remember just how good I felt in that moment, how really good it felt to me. Ray started kissing my knees and legs with little kisses, almost like butterfly kisses, barely touching the skin, but touching the skin enough to get me excited. I didn't ask him to stop, hell, I didn't want him to stop, so I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the flood of sensations that was quickly enveloping me. Ray's hand came up from underneath my legs, stroking the inside of my thighs and, almost automatically, I parted my legs slightly, hoping his fingers would find my crotch, praying they would, so I 'scooched' my twat to the edge of the tub, hoping to make it easier for Ray. I felt Ray's kissing lips now between my knees as he began kissing his way up my legs, between my ever-opening thighs. I leaned back slightly, putting my hands behind me, to support me as I tilted a bit backwards. Ray's fingers were now teasing my crotch, from underneath, as his lips kissed closer and closer to where I wanted them to be; now, I wanted them to be there now. And in that quick instant, as my head was swimming with the emotions and the horniness that was pounding inside of my head, I 'wanted' to feel the thrill of having two men make love to me. I remember hoping, to myself, that my mind images would come to pass, that I would feel what I was imagining. My eyes remained closed as I felt Ray's lips brush my pubic hair; his head now at my crotch, my legs splayed apart just enough that his head was touching the insides of my thighs, his hands on the top of my thighs, wrapped around from underneath my legs, stroking and sending fire to my brain. I didn't ever remember feeling that horny before in my life; and it was not an unwelcomed feeling, not at all, it felt so deliciously right and good, damn but it felt so good. I felt Harry's warm breath as his lips approached mine, and rather than recoil, I turned my head towards him, and felt his lips brush mine, hesitate for a short bit and, then return, our lips melting into a soft, sweet kiss, our mouths slowly opening for the other. I surrendered to the moment, returning Harry's kiss with equal passion, my hand rising to stroke his face as we kissed. Ray's tongue was now circling my passion-bud, the blood rushing to my clit, feeling an orgasm quickly building. Harry's hand had found a breast, and as we continued to kiss each other, he fondled me softly, his fingers playing with my nipple, the two of them getting me hotter with each passing moment. Just that quickly, I committed myself to having this sexual experience; unlike anything I had ever experienced before in my life, but desperately wanted to now. I dropped my hand from Harry's face, he and I still kissing, more deeply now, our tongues exploring. My hand dropped into Harry's lap, my fingers finding his dick, still as hard as a rock. I began slowly running my hand up and down, stroking him, both of us breathing harder, kissing harder. Ray's mouth was now sucking and licking my pussy, my climax coming closer and closer when I broke off my kiss with Harry, and lowering my head, I took him into my mouth. I cannot properly explain, in words anyone could clearly understand, that feeling the moment my mouth felt Harry's dick enter. Between Ray's incredible ability with oral sex, and the feeling of my mouth sliding up and down Harry's dick, I felt a rush and surge of heat and emotions that took over my body and head, and, fully surrendering to these feelings, I sucked on Harry with eagerness, my climax now about to burst. I came in huge waves of joy, causing me to lift off of Harry's dick, but still keeping my hand on it, still stroking him as my orgasm brought me to a place that I didn't know existed. My orgasms have always been good, with Ray especially, but this one, this one was unlike anything I could have imagined. Harry's mouth fell to a breast, his sucking and licking, extending the climax. Sexually, I had never, ever, felt this intensity; it literally took my breath away, my moaning, becoming louder. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 01 Slowly, my breath returned, my heartbeat began to slow, and my hand continued to stroke Harry, but slower now, lovingly. As I gathered my wits about me, bringing my swimming head into focus, I looked across the room and saw the queen-sized wooden pallet built into the wall with a soft, rubber-type, mat on it. Taking control of the situation now, I told Ray and Harry to get out of the tub, and taking the lead, I left the tub first, grabbing a towel and started drying myself off. The guys joined me, finishing quickly with their bodies, both taking their towels to help dry me off, their hands running over my body, getting my horny motor revving again. I put Ray on the mat, with his legs dangling off of the edge, his upper torso, laying flat on the mat. Bending down, I took him into my mouth, marveling at his thickness, as I always did when I sucked on him. I felt the wet tip of Harry's still-hard cock, wet with precum, I supposed, slowly begin to rub against the lips of my slit as I bent over at the waist, sucking on Ray. Harry entered me, and as good as it felt earlier having a mouth on my pussy and a cock in my mouth, this felt even better. Harry's thrusting became stronger, his pelvis slamming against my ass-cheeks as he pumped faster and faster, clearly, building to a climax. Ray's breathing and sounds also indicated that he too, was building to an orgasm. I sucked on him even harder, willing him to cum, my own orgasmic forces quickly building inside of me. Harry came first, his finishing spasms, driving him deeper into me. Just as I felt the beginning of Ray's orgasm start to exit his dick, I swallowed him as deep as I could to take it down my throat, something I've always liked about sucking cock, and as his warm, salty cum hit the back of my throat, my pussy exploded with my own orgasm, taking the breath from me, once again. The three of us, each in their own way, climbed down from the heights of sexual pleasure, and wound up collapsed upon the mat, in a hugging mass of limbs and contented sighs. I started to stammer an apology; no, I don't know why I even thought that I had to, I just did. Both men shushed me, telling me I had nothing to apologize for, that none of us did. I agreed, and shushed, as they told me to. Slowly we untangled our bodies, Ray and I dressing, Harry planning to make the dash to the main body of the house in his 'altogether'. Before we left, I hugged Harry, and kissed him, a soft, sweet kiss, and thanked him for making this evening, for me, a most incredible experience, and we left. Lying in each other's arms, our bodies spent from an incredible session of love making, no doubt fueled by this evening's activities, Ray and I stroked our fingers across each other's body. "Regrets?" I heard Ray ask, not believing that he was asking that. Lifting my head from his shoulder, I leaned on my elbow and looked down at him and asked him why he had asked me that? Did he have regrets about what happened tonight, I asked. He assured me that, quite to the contrary, he thought it to be one of the most memorable experiences he had ever had. I agreed and settled back into the nook of his shoulder and head. "What do we do," I clearly remember asking, "if I would like to do this again sometime, not necessarily with Harry, but with somebody else?" "We take it a day at a time, we take it slow, and we let our love for each other dictate what we should do about it," Ray replied. I drifted off to sleep soon thereafter, my pussy throbbing a bit, but in a very good way. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 02 This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. Those days and weeks after my fling with Ray and Harry, I was feeling a sexuality that I had never experienced before. The sex, between Ray and I was always great, but in those days and weeks after our threesome, the sex was unbelievably fantastic. I truly believe that, as I approached thirty-six years of age, my sex life was only getting better and better. When I was alone; at work, driving, or at home, I found my mind reliving that evening over and over again, the intensity of my mind-movies, bringing me close to climax a couple of times. Okay, if I'm going to be truthful; one time when I was driving home from work, I helped my mind-movie a little bit and played with myself, and orgasmed at a red light. Looking around me afterwards, the lady in the car to my right, was looking at me curiously, I'm sure wondering why my eyes were closed and my mouth was opened just a few seconds ago. Had my windows been down, she would have heard me stifle a cry of joy when I came. Ray and I had talked about that evening quite a few times, his main concern that I wasn't having any regrets, that I wasn't upset that it happened, or that I was harboring resentment towards he and Harry because it did happen. Oh no, there were definitely no regrets on my part. I willingly went along with the flow of that evening, and thoroughly enjoyed my first time in multi-partner sex. Oh no, no regrets at all, I told him each and every time the question arose. And when the opportunity arose for me to have a second threesome, I didn't flinch. ~ One Friday evening, after a terribly long and grueling week at work for the both of us, we showered and headed for 'our pub', Sherrie's place. As in the series, 'Cheers', it's good to go somewhere where everyone knows your name. Such was life at Sherrie's. Fellow patrons, regulars, were friends, some casual and in passing, some on more solid ground. Such was the case with us and Greg. Greg was thirty-ish, divorced, and a quiet, nice guy, always a gentleman with me and the other female regulars. I knew of nobody who disliked Greg. He would usually join us when we were 'in house' and the three of us would laugh, shoot pool, play darts, and drink, of course, we would drink. Ray never had more than two drinks if he was driving, changing over to club soda and lime after two cocktails. That left me free to let my hair down a bit more than he could, but never out of control. I've never been out of control with liquor. My mother's drunkenness cured me of that. I didn't start out that evening with the thought of having another threesome, it wasn't like that. A combination of several things collided and, poof, there it was. I've always thought that assignations that just, happened, as if they had their own life, were the best. But, that evening started out as a night of TGIF, nothing more, nothing else planned. Greg joined us in our booth after we had been there a half-hour or so, and as always, his company was welcomed, and pleasurable, always pleasurable. We ordered a round of drinks, and just talked; we talked about work, we talked about life, we just talked. I had noticed a couple of times, during our gab-fest, that Greg grimaced when he moved around in the booth, and so, finally, I asked if there was anything wrong. He told us of a really tough day at work-he, being an electrician-pulling heavy cable through large conduit, not household wiring, but really heavy cable for transformers and such. We commiserated with him, genuinely so, and then, Greg and Ray's names were called; they had listed their names, as a team, for one of the pool tables and their turn was up. I watched from the booth, exchanged pleasantries with other regulars, and did a Tequila shot with Sherrie, our friend and the pub's owner. For whatever reason, only she knows, as she left to go and make the rounds with her customers, she told our waitress to bring me another shot, and off Sherrie went, to tend to her business. My 'team', Greg and Ray, were still shooting, defeating all challengers. I was used to it; Ray's a good shot, as is Greg, and me? I hold my own, in the women's bracket, pretty damned well. As I continued to watch the latest game unfold, I noticed that Greg was still moving 'gingerly'. That second Tequila shooter began working its magic on me, and I remember my 'mind-movie' would start and stop in my head, with little or no control by me, and it caused me some discomfort between my legs. A discomfort that I really wanted to get taken care of, but I couldn't do anything about it, to myself, for myself, sitting out in the pub among fifty or so people. I squeezed my legs together, trying to will it to leave me alone, but it didn't. I was taken out of my futile attempt at mind-control over my body by the guys returning to the table. They gave up the table, willingly, after their last victory, both tired of shooting. The drinks they had ordered as they left the game floor arrived just as they did. Raising my glass of beer to them, I congratulated them both, and they kindly acknowledged me in return. Greg excused himself to go and wash his hands, and drain his bladder, when Ray had returned from his very same mission. "Feel like heading to the house and hitting the hot tub?" I remember asking Ray when Greg walked off. Ray bought Ree's half of the house when they divorced. To her credit, she didn't try to rake Ray across the coals during the divorce. To his credit, Ray filed under "irreconcilable differences', and didn't besmirch her reputation, as he could have; but that's not Ray, they remain distantly friendly to this day and I commend both for keeping it civil between them. But, back to my point; we lived in that same house, completely redecorated in the interior by Ray, before I met him. The deck, hot tub, and outside pretty much remained the same, judging by pictures I had seen. Not answering me at first, I thought he didn't hear me, so I repeated my question. Kissing me, he said, "I heard you the first time, Jess, I was just trying to make up my mind about something." I looked at him with a bit of puzzled expression when he added, "When you mentioned the hot tub, I started debating with myself about whether of not we should ask Greg to join us, but I was afraid you might think I was trying to lead you down the same road of a couple of weeks ago, with Harry. But, honestly, I was thinking of Greg's muscle aches, that the hot tub would do him a world of good." His mention of our night with Harry started my mind-movie again, the warm, tingling in my crotch, returning. Not an unpleasant feeling, mind you. "You're right," I managed to say after a bit; "it would be a good thing for him. And, as far as the other?" I added, "If it happened, I wouldn't be too terribly upset by that," kissing him on the cheek. I will remember to my dying day, Ray's reaction to my reply. "Remember this," he said as he looked straight into my eyes, his fingers under my chin, "You are all that I need, and more than I deserve." He kissed me sweetly, electric shocks traveling straight to my already damp crotch, thanks to my mind-movie that still hadn't shut itself off. Greg returned to the booth as we kissed, my hand traveling towards Ray's crotch. He laughed as he sat down and said, "Get a fucking room, you two!" We laughed with him, our kiss ending, and without missing a beat, I said, "Hey, we're heading back to the house for some hot tubbing. Would you like to join us, to give your aching muscles some therapy?" Greg didn't hesitate in accepting my, our, invitation. He said he would go pay his tab, drop by his apartment to pick up a swim suit, and he'd meet us there. Greg had done some work for us, so he knew where we lived. Ray was to tell me later, the next day, I believe, that he knew it was 'on' when I replied to Greg's statement. "You can bring a suit if you want to, but you'll be the only one wearing one," I told him. Greg's dropped-jaw expression was fucking precious. ~ Driving home, Greg following behind us, Ray asked me if I was sure about this. I thought, only a moment, before I said, back to him, "Yeah, I'm sure about this, unless you'd prefer not to." "I'm looking forward to it if I'm going to be truthful," he said. So am I, I thought to myself, so am I. We ushered Greg into our house, the first stop being the wet bar in the den, where Ray fixed us all drinks. Excusing himself to grab his stash to roll a couple of doobies for him and Greg, he headed to his office. I told Greg to grab his drink and to follow me. I led him up the stairs and down the hall to our master suite. I gave him a chair to put his clothes on and I went out onto the deck, turned the hot tub on and took the cover off. Greg had removed his shoes, socks and shirt, and was about to undo his jeans when I stepped back into the room, unbuttoning my blouse as I did so. We made nervous chit-chat, as if the first time seeing each other naked was no big deal. Greg's of a smaller stature than Ray; he's my height, with a trim, working-man's body. Not entirely unpleasant, I thought to myself as I removed my own jeans, standing there in my bikini panties afterwards. Greg was out of his jeans and, slipping out of my panties while still making conversation, I saw him sneaking furtive glances at my nakedness, his manhood, pulsing just a bit. Inwardly, I was ego-stroked by his crotch's reaction to my body. Now I will honestly say that I experienced no hesitation whatsoever, that I never questioned whether of not I wanted to do this, because I did. I really, really wanted to experience having two men for playmates, again. I didn't have the slightest doubt that I wanted to do this, to have another threesome. For whatever reason, just the knowledge that I could do these things, along with Ray, was a feeling of freedom unknown to me. And it was an empowering feeling that I relished. Greg and I walked out onto the deck with our drinks. I adjusted the bubbling level on the jets, and climbed in to join Greg, who was already in the tub, water up to his neck, a look of contentment on his face, his drink held above the water by his hand. He remarked that he could feel the knots in his arms and shoulders snapping loose from their tenseness, that this was just what the doctor would have ordered, had he gone to a doctor. We both laughed at that. I was sitting near Greg, but not quite right next to him, turned towards him as we continued to chat. We heard Ray in the bedroom and heard the slider open as he came out to join us. He settled into the tub, placing his drink and stash box on the tub-decking, sitting across from Greg and me, facing us. Careful not to get his hands wet, he opened his small stash box and took out a freshly rolled joint, lighting it with a lighter from the box. We keep towels on the edge of the tub deck, solely for the purpose of drying one's hands, and both Greg and I were doing that as Ray passed the joint to me. As I've said, weed is not really my thing, but if done in moderation by me, I do like the mellowness. If I overdo it, though, I'll just get sleepy, and that night, I didn't want that to happen. I took a very small hit and passed it along to Greg, who took a larger toke. I bogarted the joint before I passed it back to Ray, telling the guys that I was done, the rest was for them to enjoy. The guys passed it back and forth between themselves and I leaned back, my head against the padded tub-decking, my body sort of half-floating just below the surface of the bubbling water. My breasts were bobbing near the surface, my now-erect nipples, popping up like miniature periscopes. My bush was equally close to the surface, popping above the bubbles every once in while, and my head against the tub-deck, acted as a mooring point, allowing my body to 'free-float'. Greg broke the stoned silence when he said, "This is feeling so fucking good, you guys have no idea how much this has helped me. The only thing that could make this night any better would be for your nymphomaniac twin sister to show up, Jess" His words just hung there, each of us, I suppose, processing it in our own way. After a bit, I looked over towards Ray, our eyes locked, and he smiled that gorgeous smile of his, and I smiled back. Glancing towards Greg, his erection was poking above the bubbles, as he sat upright on the seat bench, sipping his drink. I took the matter in hand, no pun intended, and replied to Greg. "The bad news, Greg, is that I have no nymphomaniac twin sister." "The good news, Greg," as I reached towards his hard-on with one of my hands, "is that I do have an evil twin." I wrapped my hand around his erection and used it to pull myself closer to him, on our shared seat bench, his eyes looking at me in disbelief. I leaned in and kissed him on the lips as I started moving my hand up and down his nice-sized dick. I saw him quickly looking over to Ray when I grabbed his rod; and since he didn't see Ray pointing a shotgun at him or anything like that, he returned my kiss, opening his mouth when he felt my tongue probe his lips, his own tongue beginning to dance with mine. The intensity of the kiss quickly escalated in its passion; his hand, finding my breast, my hand continuing to run up and down his rigid shaft. He moved his hand from my breast, trailed a path down my belly and rested between my legs, which I parted for him, when I felt him going there. He certainly was a good kisser, I remember thinking, and he certainly knows how to use that hand of his, one of his fingers sliding in and out of me as we held our kiss. Breaking out of our kiss, to catch our breath, we continued our manual manipulation of each other's privates, both of us sighing contentedly. I knew then what I wanted to happen next. I told Greg to sit up on the edge of the tub-deck and he moved to do that, as my hand continued to stroke him. I bent over so that I could take him into my mouth but before I wrapped my lips around his shaft, I said to Ray, over my shoulder, "Ray, fuck me from behind, please fuck me from behind." That said, I began sucking on Greg's cock-head, really enjoying its texture as my tongue did exploratory laps around it. If I can deep-throat Ray, which I can, then I knew I'd have no problem with Greg. Don't get me wrong, Greg's not small, not at all, probably, no, definitely, averaged sized. Pleasantly sized, more accurately. Working my mouth down his shaft, I soon had him entirely into my mouth and throat. I would, in the future, meet a cock that I wasn't able to deep-throat, but that's another story, for another time. As his cock slid in and out of my mouth, Greg was softly, vocally, encouraging me, telling how great it felt, which only served to make me try to do it better, much to his delight. I felt Ray behind me, his cock bumping against my butt as his fingers rubbed my pussy and clit. I felt his dick-head part my lips and enter me, his thickness filling me, stretching me. After he was completely inside of me, he started pumping, slowly at first, building in speed. He reached around with one of his hands and found my clit, his fingers rubbing in small circles around its swollen bud. I felt my climax quickly building and that caused me to give Greg the blowjob of his life, he was to say later. He held off as long as he could but surrendering to the inevitable, he climaxed, and sent a boatload of his jism down my throat, almost choking me. I gulped that first ejaculation down, and went back for more, wanting to taste him as I got off, which I did, almost immediately afterwards. As I rode my orgasm back down to ground level, Ray climaxed, his thrusts giving me another, smaller climax, Greg's flaccid cock still gripped by my hand, my tongue licking his cum from my lips. All of us more or less collapsed our spent bodies onto the tub seats; letting the waters revive us, clean us. I remember making a mental note that Ray would have to clean the hot tub tomorrow, I remember thinking that as I let the bubbles work Ray's cum from my pussy. "Damn, boys," I said to Greg and Ray, "but that was absolutely in-fucking-credible!" They both agreed with me on that score, and both perked up a bit when I next said, "You two catch your breaths and smoke another joint. I'm going to dry off and wait for ya'll inside because I'm not through with you two just yet." That said, I stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel and dried myself, their eyes on me the whole time. Winking at the both of them, I opened the slider to our bedroom, laid on the bed and waited for them to join me. ~ Join me, they did, about ten minutes later. I spent that time mind-tripping over tonight's adventure, as well as 'the Harry fling'. I teased myself with my fingers, stopping before I could climax, enjoying my ability to drop out of high gear when I wanted to. Hearing the slider open, I opened my eyes and just watched Ray and Greg walking to the bed, my fingers still playing with Ms. Priss. Stopping myself, I held both of my arms open as they joined me on the bed, one of either side of me, pulling both to me as they lay down, next to me. The deliciousness of the moment was unlike anything I had ever known. I can't really describe how thrilling it was to have two, virile, men pleasuring me; hands running over my body, lips and tongues creating havoc with my sensory wiring. When I could hold back no longer, I whispered that I needed to be fucked right now; I needed to feel a man inside of me. I felt Ray back away slightly, his lips kissing my face, my ears, his hand softly caressing my breasts, while Greg moved between my legs, his hardness brushing across my stomach as he lowered his body to penetrate me, to fuck me. And fuck me, he did, for a wickedly long time, allowing me a few orgasms before he had his. His orgasm seemed to last forever but eventually, he slowed, and pulled out of me, kissing me tenderly on my lips as he fell to the bed alongside of me. I looked over to Ray and saw the sweetest smile on his face, his head leaning on his crooked hand and elbow. I saw him in the same pose when Greg and I were in the throes on passion, saw him watching, and remember feeling a little bit of thrill that he was watching me have sex with someone. I remember that it felt 'right', for whatever convoluted reason. I raised my eyebrows to him, my eyes asking him if he was going to climb between my legs. As if reading my mind, her leaned down, and kissed me sweetly, and whispered, "Not now, Jess, but later, when it's just the two of us," and he kissed me again, sending electric shocks through my body. I made the move to back to normalcy when I climbed out of bed, heading for the master bath. Cleaned now-yes, we have a bidet-I threw a wrap around me and rejoined the guys. Greg was half-dressed now, putting on his socks and shoes, and when he finished, he looked at us both, grinning from ear to ear. I embraced him and kissed him, a tender, sweet kiss. "I don't know what to say," He began, "but this was a wonderful gift from you two, the sharing of your love with me. I can't ever express just how much this evening has meant to me." "There could be more evenings like this for the three of us," I found myself saying, "assuming, of course, that you remain discreet." Ray nodded his head in silent agreement when Greg looked to him for confirmation of what he just heard me say to him. "What goes on between us, stays between us, I swear on the heads of my unborn children," he said to us both, one hand on his heart, the other raised to the heavens. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 02 After he said goodnight to Ray, who remained on the bed, I walked Greg to the door, stepping behind it when I opened it. I reached for his lips with mine, and we kissed a goodnight kiss, a kiss of friendship, a kiss of understanding. "Thank you," I said to him, waving to him before I closed and locked the door. Ray took me into his arms when I returned to bed, my wrap on the floor at the foot of the bed, and we made sweet, slow, delicious love for what seemed like hours. The tender fury of his lovemaking to me, filling me with love, filling me with a comfort that wrapped around me. We slept the 'good sleep' that night. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 03 This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. Her Story The next few months provided Greg, Ray, and I, a few sweet, sexual encounters. Greg was a good lover, a gentle lover, and the three of us had great chemistry. Ray would jokingly refer to me, in private, as a 'full moon swinger' because it was usually once a month, around the full moon, that I'd let him know that I fancied another encounter. I don't know why, it just worked out that way for some reason. Don't get me wrong, we did things together besides have sex, the three of us. We'd go to ball games, or fishing, or clubbing, and sometimes, we'd end the day, or night, with the three of us in bed, a delicious way to end an outing. One Friday afternoon, arriving home from work, I walked into the house and called out to Ray that I was home. He said he'd be right down after his phone call. Ray worked in his home office on most Fridays, a treat for him considering how much he traveled. I climbed the stairs to his office and heard him hang up his phone, a quizzical look of his face, as I leaned over to kiss him. He told me he had just talked with a friend that he hadn't talked to in a couple of years, and that we had been invited out for drinks, tomorrow evening, if I'd like. Geoff was a single that Ray and Ree had met at a social, one evening, thrown by the swingers' club they belonged to. Ray said that he thought they had hit it off fairly well, but for whatever reason, they never hooked up with him. Ree clearly wanted to get Geoff into bed she had told Ray, but after that evening, she seemed disinterested in any further attempts at a threesome with him. Stranger still, he ran into Geoff at a Blues festival, found that they shared a love for that genre, and became friendly, then friends eventually, until he moved due to a job transfer. Geoff never hinted or alluded to a romp with Ree, either, Ray said. Ray finally chalked it up to 'oil and water', and never tried to pursue it again with Geoff, or Ree. Ray also said that Geoff's mood seemed to lighten a bit when Ray brought him up to speed about the divorce and our marriage, almost, Ray said, like he was relieved that "Ree and I were no longer together." Interesting, I thought, I wonder what the story is behind that. I told Ray that I'd love to meet Geoff, so Ray called Geoff back and accepted his invitation for the following evening. I was looking forward to a fun evening downtown. ~ Ray spotted Geoff across the room at a table, waiting for us, at the same time that Geoff spotted us. Introductions were made, and Geoff held out my chair for me to sit, not something you see a lot of anymore, I was impressed. In fact, the thing I remember most about that first evening is that, in every way, Geoff was very much a gentleman. Soft spoken, polite, and it was hard not to feel like I had known him for years, he made me feel so comfortable around him. I liked him immediately, and felt very relaxed in his company. The trio started playing at nine, playing a nice mix of soft rock, ballads, and standards from America's golden age of music, in my opinion, the forties. I love the standards from that era. Ray asked me to dance first, something we both loved to do, and as we made small talk while dancing, I told him that I really liked Geoff, outlining the reasons I've already mentioned. Ray agreed that Geoff was the consummate gentleman, a rare find. Don't get me wrong, Ray was also very much the gentleman around women, but it's mostly a lost art. I felt lucky to be with two such men that evening. Ray and I danced a few times before Geoff asked if he could have a twirl with me, which I accepted without hesitation. We chit-chatted, getting to know each other as we moved around the floor, each passing moment making me even more comfortable with him and his company. Taking a shot in the dark, I asked him point-blank why he never had a 'thing' with Ray and Ree. I will never forget the darkness that came over his face as he debated answering me or not. But he did; stating that it probably doesn't matter anymore since Ray and Ree were divorced, but he would never want to hurt Ray's feelings, so he kept his reasons to himself, making up excuses the first couple of times that Ray had talked to him about a possible threesome with Ree. Ray and I had already established, with Geoff, that I knew everything of his past activities with Ree, and Geoff was comfortable with that. So he told me his reason. Geoff said that he knew that Ree wanted to 'bed him', she made that perfectly clear when they had met at the social, and, initially, he said, he was open to getting into the sack with Ree and Ray. Geoff and a former fiancé had flirted with the lifestyle; at her request, he said, but when that relationship ended, Geoff said that he had met some people that he enjoyed being with, sexually, so he stayed in the lifestyle as a single, and was very picky about his partners. He said he liked the threesome aspect of being with a couple, of sharing such a personal moment with loving couples. Interesting outlook for a single, I thought as we danced and talked. He went on to say that when Ray had run off to the restroom, Ree made it crystal clear to Geoff that she wanted to go to bed with him and, if he was interested, she'd like to meet him alone sometime, when Ray was out of town. My measure of respect for Geoff soared through the roof when he next said, "I like being with couples, as their third 'plaything', I really do, but what she was suggesting was just plain cheating, and I don't go for that, I won't be a party to that." I pulled away, looking at him in a different way now after he said that, a new measure of appreciation for his 'personal standards', and telling him that I thought him to be a man of principle, I kissed his cheek, and fell back into his arms as the song ended. As we made our way back to the table, another song started that was one of my personal favorites, and I dragged Geoff back onto the floor to dance. We moved smoothly around the floor, his movements being very easy to follow. We said little during this dance, our bodies a bit closer than before, but feeling very good to me. A couple of times, I felt his manhood rising and stirring as he held me close, and liking the feeling; I leaned against his 'problem' purposefully, the heat feeling good against my lower body, through my dress. No longer able to tastefully ignore his throbbing hard-on, he pulled away as the song ended, and started to apologize for it. I stopped him with a finger on the lips and told him, honestly, that he needn't worry that I was offended. In fact, I told him, I was flattered by it and with that, we rejoined Ray and had a last round of drinks before leaving. We parted company in the parking lot, and I gave Geoff a sweet goodnight kiss as we hugged in parting, he and Ray shaking hands and talking about a dinner at Geoff's sometime, since he loved to cook. During the drive home, Ray asked, and I answered truthfully, that I liked Geoff, thought him to be a class act. Ray looked at me funny when I said that but didn't pursue it. I'm glad, because there would be no need to add another black mark to Ree's already damaged image. It would serve no purpose. Geoff called the next day, while Ray was golfing, to thank us for a very nice evening with 'friends', that he enjoyed meeting me and that he was very glad that Ray and I found each other. I thanked him, returning the compliment; and when he asked if Ray and I would like to come to dinner and a swim, the following weekend at his place, I accepted without talking to Ray, knowing he'd be good with it. He was. ~ Ray liked my 'sexy' underwear, well panties really, because I still wasn't wearing a bra, and as we got ready for our evening at Geoff's, he commented on my choice of panties that evening. The truth is that I had been thinking of our get-together with Geoff from the moment I accepted his kind invitation, looking forward to it, feeling tingles 'down there' when I thought about it, and I thought about it a lot that week. I made an off-hand comment, as I slipped on a flattering skirt and blouse, about liking to 'look good for my men', smiling at Ray with a mischievous grin. He recognized that look and smiling back at me, asked if I had anything else planned for the evening. "No," I told him, but laughing as I said it, I added, "But Ray, you know how I can get sometimes when all that testosterone is raging around me." He said that he did know and that if I felt like having the evening evolve into a romp with Geoff, he wouldn't be opposed to it. Kissing him when he walked up to me, softly caressing my breast, I told him, honestly, that I wouldn't mind either but that 'we'll just let nature take its course and see what happens." ~ Geoff made me feel very welcomed in his home, and Ray too, of course; his dinner was simple but tasty; a smothered beef dish complete with some very good wine. We helped him clean up and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and giving the kitchen an approving nod, Geoff asked if we were ready for a swim. Shit, I thought, I forgot about the swimming and neither of us brought suits, so I told Geoff of my forgetfulness, apologizing. But, I quickly added, I wouldn't be opposed to skinny-dipping if his neighbors wouldn't call the cops. He laughed and said that as secluded as his pool was, there was no danger of that, and if we were up for it, he'd have no problem swimming in the buff, that he did it a lot, at nights. So it was settled, we'd go swimming. Another shared interest the guys had was smoke. Geoff had rolled some joints for the evening, knowing that Ray liked to smoke but not sure about me. I told him I'd indulge a 'wee bit' but that I didn't want to zombie out by toking too much. As the guys fired up their first doobie, I started taking my clothes off, Geoff's face a bit shocked that I wasn't uncomfortable with my nakedness. Ray noticed it too, and looking at me with a question mark on his expression, I simply told Ray, "You can share, baby, Geoff's a friend," walking towards his small pool out the back patio door, telling them both that I'd see them in the water, and reaching the edge, I dove in and began doing laps. I was doing a cool-down lap, on my back, when the guys joined me, naked as the day they were born. I remember that when I saw them, standing there, that the old familiar warm rush in my crotch returned. It's good to be the 'Queen Bee', I thought to myself as I, not so discreetly, admired their cocks before they joined me in the water. It was that moment, I later told Ray, that I'd made up my mind that I would get my two guys into bed with me that night. We swam, we played in the water, splashing each other, and taking a break, we dried our hands on towels Geoff had brought outside with him, and sitting naked on his pool chairs, we shared more wine and passed Geoff's weed between us. His wasn't quite as strong as Ray's usually is but very tasty, which allowed me to consume a bit more than I would have, normally. "So, did you 'out' me to Geoff," I remember asking Ray as I took the offered doob from Geoff. "Yeah, I did, I felt he should know where our heads were concerning swinging, and I told him that you hadn't had that many encounters but you did enjoy the few you've had," I remember Ray answered. Geoff was blushing throughout our exchange and I reached over and put a hand on his arm, telling him that he needn't feel embarrassed, that I certainly didn't. I went on to tell him of just how I felt about doing threesomes; that I felt, with the right people, it could be a wonderful, beautiful experience, that I didn't regret the few that I've had, and that I really liked being the center of attention with two men. "Like you and Ray," I added, looking at the both of them when I said it. It was what I felt, what I feel, and as I'm so fond of saying about many things, it is what it is. Not taking his eyes off of me, he smiled a sweet smile, a friendly smile and said to the both of us that he'd be honored should we ever want him to join us, that Ray and I was what was 'right' about the lifestyle. None of us spoke for a while, savoring the stoning that was taking place and, I suppose, running over the exchange that had just taken place between us. I felt a fire burning intensely in the pit of my stomach, a rush of desire that sent chills of delight through my body. I stood and dried myself as they watched me, silent, but their eyes doing all the talking. I asked them both to stand up, and without protest, they did just that and starting with Ray, I dried them both off, taking my time with each as I dried their genitals, taking the time to fondle each carefully, enjoying the feel of their shafts as they came to life in my hand. I kissed each when I had finished drying them, kissed them deeply, sending my message loud and clear. Taking both by a hand, I asked Geoff to lead the way; he didn't ask where, he didn't need to, he knew. Thinking about that little thrill I had felt, our first time with Greg when I realized Ray had watched me, I kissed Geoff passionately when we entered his bedroom, saw Ray's smile at seeing me with Geoff. Leaning over I kissed Ray just as passionately, stroking Geoff's cock as I did so, feeling it grow rigid as a steel beam in my hand. I knelt before Geoff, taking him into my mouth, his fingers running lovingly through my hair as I slowly took him deeper into my mouth. My other hand was stroking Ray, his thickness feeling as wonderful as ever, my palm feeling his blood pulse through the throbbing veins. I didn't want either of them to cum yet, not quite yet, so I let Geoff's hardness slip from my mouth, savoring it's taste as it did so and standing, I moved onto Geoff's bed, holding my hands out to both of them as I did so. They devoured me with their kisses and touches, turning my body into mush. Once again, I surrendered completely to whatever they were doing to me, to whatever they wanted to do with me. Geoff kissed a trail from my lips to my clit, making delicious swirls with his tongue along the way. Ray and I kissed deeply, passionately, one of my hands around his head, my other hand caressing and stroking Geoff's head, as he made love to my clit and pussy with his mouth and tongue. Raising his head from between my legs, Geoff moved into position to enter me and I so wanted him to enter me. As Ray leaned away, his hand stoking the side of my face, I pulled Geoff close to me, embracing me as his thrusts began, slowly, sweetly. Geoff wasn't quite as long as Ray was, but every bit as thick and he filled me, stretched me in that delicious way. As our movements became the same, complimenting each other's thrusts, I turned my head to the side and saw the most loving expression on Ray's face. I held his eyes with mine while Geoff and I made love, as Geoff's cock sucked my orgasm from its hidey-place straight to the surface, straining to burst free. In that moment, as Ray and I held our gaze, as my orgasm broke free, it was if Ray was inside of me, not Geoff. It was magical, it was wonderful, so damned wonderful, a thrill unlike anything in my life. Geoff's climax was happening, now, and I held him tight to my body, hugging him, letting his spasms travel to my own body, which brought on another, smaller, climax for me. Spent, Geoff slowly rolled over onto his side, next to me, giving me sweet kisses which I returned. Then, moving away from Geoff, I leaned over and took Ray into my mouth, swallowing all of him in one movement. Slowly, I moved him up and down in my mouth, feeling the tip of his cock-head against the back of my throat, a feeling that I love. I took my time, wanting to prolong his pleasure for as long as I could, stopping at times, to let his climax back off a bit before I started again. Feeling Geoff's shaft against my ass as it regained life, I moved one my legs up, an invitation to Geoff to fuck me again, from the rear, as I sucked on Ray. He reached around to take a breast into his hand when he entered me; his fingers sensually pinched my nipple, making it even harder than it was already. As Geoff increased his pumping, I sucked Ray harder as well, wanting him to cum into my mouth. He did, his jism tasting salty, with a bit of tartness, a taste that was good for me. Geoff reached his orgasm, driving deep into me as I was finishing taking all of Ray's orgasm from his dick with my tongue. My climax came as Geoff was finishing his thrusts of joy into me, a small one but, to be sure, a satisfying one. Standing at the door, saying goodnight, I held Geoff tight to my body as we shared a long, sensual kiss. Breaking apart, I asked if he'd like to do this again, sometime. He said anytime we desired his company, he'd be there, he would gladly be there. Ray and I made long, sweet love to one another when we got home. I told him that, from my point of view, this was one of the most sensuous evenings of my life. He agreed, and also agreed that he'd welcome Geoff into bed with us, anytime I wanted. Geoff was to remain a part of our lives for a long time, even after we stopped swinging and a dear friend to this day. Another job transfer took him away from the city, but we still mange to see each other about once a year, the three of us, for dinner and walks down memory lane. ~ It was at this point that I realized that I had become very comfortable with our threesome activities, and gladly embraced that realization. It was also, at this point, that I made the decision to further explore this, to see just how much more of me there was, that I didn't know. I didn't regret that realization then, and I don't regret it, now. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 04 This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. * Her Story It was about a year after I had my first threesome, that I would experience a 'two-for', two new experiences in the same evening. It would be a result of attending a social with Harry and Vicki at their 'club'. These things were a 'meet and greet' affair, no couplings allowed on premise, just a chance to socialize and meet others in the lifestyle. There were never any sexual encounters between the four of us at all, and except for my first time, Harry wasn't a part of my 'rotation' as Ray called it. Once a month or so, I would get 'the urge' and we'd have a romp with either Greg or Geoff, both always satisfying, on many different levels. I was happy with that, I was very content but at times, I did wonder about other possibilities; with a couple perhaps, or with another woman, but I would wonder, that's all. We saw Harry and Vicki socially; movies, bar-b-ques, etc. but nothing sexual. As I've mentioned before, I truly believe that, down deep, Vick resented me in Ray's life. Oh well, you can't please 'em all, can you? They asked us to this because this particular social was a 'bring a friend theme', to introduce new faces to the mix. We went with them as their guests as a favor to them. Later, I told Ray that I was also a bit interested in how those things worked; the socials that is, and I was looking forward to watching the dynamics of such an event among the attendees. So it was in this frame of mind that I attended my first-ever, swingers' social, ta-da! Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 05 This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. Her Story Rick and Teri, Ray's friends for so many years, have been known by me for almost as long as I've known Ray. I met them shortly after we had hooked up but, not moved in together yet, or married. They were in town to visit Teri's mom, that first time, and of course, we got together and I was introduced as the new lady in Ray's heart. Ray had told me all there was to know about his relationship with them, of him being their first threesome, of their foray into swinging in their city, and that their marriage was now on firm, steady ground. Ray told them, upfront, that there were no secrets between us, and that I knew 'everything'. So, from the get-go, we were all on the same page. I was the one who talked with Teri after my first time with Ray and Harry, she and I sharing that thrill of having two men in bed. She and I would talk almost on a weekly basis by phone, and she'd share with me, in the course of conversation, their latest adventure in the lifestyle. We visited them at their home and they visited us at ours. No fooling around between the four of us ever occurred during those visits, but we certainly talked openly about sex among ourselves. The four of us would joke about an orgy between us, but none of us ever made a move to make it happen, and that was okay too. On one of our weekly phone calls, after Kathy and I had our thing going, Teri said that she had tried it (girl/girl) before but wasn't all that crazy about it. "Some girls aren't," I told her. Rick jumped on the extension to give me crap as he always did and then he asked if we'd be up for a trip to Vegas for a weekend. I talked with Ray, he talked with Rick, and badda-boom, we were going to Vegas that next weekend. Rick and Teri had a two-bedroom timeshare where we'd stay, located just off the strip. They were close enough to drive the trip and Rick assured Ray that he'd bring the weed. Lifting off the ground, I turned to Ray in my seat, and said to him that I was looking forward to seeing them again, and that getting out of town for a little R&R was just what the doctor ordered. It must have been Dr. Feelgood that was on call when that order was given. ~ They picked us up at the airport; as promised, while driving over to their place, Rick produced a doobie for all of us to share. We dropped off our bags and headed to the strip for a little slot play. It took about three hours before we were sufficiently bored and ready for lunch. The thing is, none of us are big-time gamblers; we can milk a roll of quarters for a couple of hours and have fun. We don't go to Vegas to get rich; we go just to get away. Looking through some of the local entertainment rags as we lunched, Teri piped up that she found a place that might be fun to check out. It was a strip-club that was holding a 'couples night', that night, promising 'hot' male and female dancers; there was a general nodding of heads all around and so, our evening was planned. A nap in the afternoon for the four of us and we were heading to the strip club by eight that night, another doobie providing a fog bank inside of their car. It was much nicer than I had thought it would be, very classy in that mob-chintzy deco style. Surprisingly, the drinks were reasonably priced and the cover charge was nominal. The place was nearly full but the girl led us to an elevated booth that provided us with a clear view of all thee stages, two with women, one with males, dancing to the throbbing music during their sets. Various tables around the room were having lap dances, some for the men, some for the women, all of them sexy. Teri and I were sitting next to each other and keeping up a gabfest about that hot body, or this hot body, fun-loving talk, heavily laden with sexual innuendo. At one point, she leaned over and said that all of this good-looking meat was getting her hornier than hell. I whispered back to her that it was having the same effect on me; the difference, I think, is that she was getting hot watching the male dancers, and I was getting hot watching both males and females. Like the old adage says, "Being bisexual means never being without a date." Joining Teri in a trip to the restroom, as we washed our hands, she looked at me in the mirror, asking me, "Want to have a little fun tonight?" "I'm all about fun, girlfriend; what do you have up your sleeve?" looking back at her in the mirror as I dried my hands, throwing the paper towel into the basket under the vanity. Her plan was simply this; we'd stay a bit longer here, buy the boys a lap dance that we'd watch as they got turned on by some sexy young thing, and driving to the timeshare, we'd get our respective husbands primed and turned on with some hand stuff, getting them even hotter. Once back at the apartment timeshare, we'd have them go to our respective bedrooms to strip and wait for us to join them after the two of us cleaned up a bit. The twist would be that I would join Rick in their bedroom and she would join Ray in ours. So, basically, she was setting up a 'swapsie' between the four of us but with only two of us knowing about it. Still looking at her in the mirror, I thought a moment, chewed my lip, and told her that I thought that sounded like fun and that I was in. We arranged the lap dances and sat back, watching as our two guys were getting turned on by all that young, nubile flesh teasing their faces. We exchanged knowing glances and just smiled. Leaving soon afterwards, all of us were fairly lubricated by the strong drink and as Ray and I made out in the back seat, his cock was as hard as a telephone pole. Teri had moved next to Rick as he drove, and was giving him a hand-job through his pants. No doubt that our two guys would be ready for some serious fucking when we got home. Sending our two guys 'to bed', to wait for us to join them, Teri and I used the large bathroom to 'freshen up', and to get naked. Asking me, one more time, if I was really okay with this, I told her, straight up, that she had already fucked Ray so the only unknown was me and Rick. I said that I don't think he'll kick me out of bed, causing her to laugh and agree. Looking at each other's nakedness as though we were appraising what our guys were about to get, we went to the hallway, she heading for Ray and me, heading for Rick. ~ I opened the door to their room, letting in just enough hall light to get my bearings and saw Rick, eyes closed, lying on the bed, slowly stroking his cock. Closing the door behind me, I tip-toed to the bed, and reaching for his cock, I wrapped my hand around it, taking over for his hand. He started to say something but, not saying a word, I put a finger to his lips indicating silence and, climbing into bed completely, I took him into my mouth and began sucking. His contented sounds began almost immediately, his cock fitting very nicely into my mouth, I felt his hands searching and when they found my breasts, he caressed them, then feeling their size, compared to Teri's smaller size, he asked, in a startled voice, "Jess?" "Surprise!" I replied, taking his dick from my mouth to say it, returning to my sucking right afterwards. "What...Where's Teri?" he stammered; but, not stopping me from sucking on him, I thought to myself. Taking his cock out of my mouth once more, I lay across his legs as my hand kept stroking him and said, "I imagine that she's doing the same thing to Ray, right about now," chuckling a bit afterwards. "But what...why...?" he managed to stammer out, sounding confused and a bit shocked. Keeping his dick in my hand, I crawled up next to him and kissed him hard and deep, my tongue damn near down his throat. Breaking off the kiss and lying on my back, I whispered to him, "So, are you going to fuck me or just talk?" To his credit, what Rick lacked in dick size, he more than made up for with his stamina. I was able to have several really good orgasms before he finally exploded his into my, by now, well-fucked pussy. After pulling out of me and collapsing on the bed, his breathing very labored, I took him into my mouth once more and sucked our juices from his shrinking cock. Kissing him on the lips, I told him goodnight and left his bed, stepping into the hallway. I was standing in the kitchen, drinking some water when I heard our bedroom door open and Teri, seeing me, walked to join me, a cum-stained smile on her lips. I wiped the cum from her lips with a fingertip and, as she watched me, I sucked it into my mouth. "How did it go?" she asked. "He didn't kick me out of bed," I replied She smiled. Climbing into our bed, Ray said, in the dark reaching for me at the same time, "That was a nice surprise; you okay?" I told him that I was, indeed, okay, but I wanted him to eat me, to suck Rick's climax from me. He kissed me and did just that, and afterwards, we made long, sweet love until the wee hours of the morn. ~ After showers and coffee, the four of us stayed naked. It's as simple as that; we had our own little nudist colony thing going on in that timeshare, and we were all very comfortable with it. Over lunch, the four of us openly talked about last night's 'surprise'; Rick and Ray complimented Teri and I for our idea, and the four of us agreed that it was a pretty damned good time for all. Reluctantly, we dressed and went out for an early dinner but quickly returned back to the timeshare, all of our minds, I'm sure, filled to the brim with thoughts of last night and what lay ahead for tonight, hopefully. Their bedroom had a queen size and ours had the king, so it was in our bedroom that the much-talked about orgy between the four of us happened. Ray asked us what th plan was for that evening. Teri and I looked at each other with the same expression of 'Shit, we hadn't planned that far ahead." Shrugging our shoulders, Teri spoke up; "Well, why don't we go to your room, the four of us, and figure it out from there?" Grabbing each other's spouse's hand, Teri and I led the men to our bedroom. It was a fuck-fest, that's the only word that can describe it. We were naked in a flash; Rick and I on one side of the bed, Teri and Ray on the other side, the sounds and scent of lust dominating the room. We rested, and at Teri's urging, the guys and I had a lovely threesome while Teri watched and played with herself. I sucked Rick while Ray fucked me from behind and after Rick climaxed, he went to Teri, dropping to his knees to go down on her, getting her off. Before the evening ended, Teri fucked both of our guys, one after the other; when I asked, she let me eat her, to suck their cum from her, which caused her a surprising orgasm that she hadn't expected. She didn't reciprocate and I didn't expect her to, but she did give me a sweet kiss after I gave her that orgasm, hugging me tight when she did so. That first time for the four of us was the beginning of an enduring relationship that truly could be referred to as 'friends with benefits.' Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 06 This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. Her Story Teri visits; Part I The phone call was from Teri and Rick. Teri's mom was having surgery, a big deal surgery and Teri was coming in for a few days. Could she stay with us for a few days? Her other brothers and sisters had claimed all available space at her mom's place. "Hell, No!" I screamed into the phone, and hearing his shocked silence, I began to laugh, "Gotcha'" I yelled into Rick's ear. Of course it was okay, and then I spoke with Teri, getting her flight time and all. I told her she could use my car for transportation while she was in town, and I would use Ray's company car. Ray called later, as he did every night when on the road, and I filled him in on the turn of events. I told him that when I picked up Teri, I'd grab his car from the lot for me to use, but that I'd pick him up on Thursday night when he came home. Typical Ray response; "Okay." Nothing rattles that guy. ~ Teri followed me into the garage after the airport thingy. I helped her with her bags and such, told her get comfortable and I'd order a pizza for us tonight. "I hope you have some cold beer," she yelled down the hall. "Honey, I always have cold beer in my house," reaching for the phone, trying to decide between thin or thick crust. We were finishing the last couple of pieces at the breakfast nook, along with our second, or was it third? beer. Doesn't matter, it was all good. Teri remarked that she and Rick still talk about our weekend in Vegas a few months back, about what a great time that was. Of course I agreed with her and told her that Ray and I felt the same way, as well. She hesitated a bit, as if she were going to say something else, but didn't; she then stood and said she was going to call her sister to find out about the surgery time and all that. I told her, "okay, I'll be in the hot tub, and you're welcomed to join me if you'd like." Teri joined me about a half-hour later, two fresh, cold beers in hand, and not a stitch of clothes on. We toasted each other with our beer bottles and took a long pull, the cold beer causing goose bumps to flesh. Teri just looked at me, smiling, and told me what she wanted to tell me, earlier, in the breakfast nook. ~ "Back in Vegas, when you went down on me? That was the first time for me." She said that once, when she and Rick were with a couple they had met at a swingers' party, she and the wife were making out, kissing and feeling each other up. Teri said she was just horny enough to give 'it' a try and would have, except for the wife's change in attitude. The wife, all of a sudden, got demanding and started talking to her dirty, calling her ugly names, calling her a 'cunt-munching pussy slave', and derogatory things like that. Teri said she felt humiliated and told Rick that she wanted to leave. She said it was a horrible experience, one that has kept her away from even thinking about trying it again. She told me that she was surprised that she let me 'do that' to her, and was sure it was because she was so stoned. I sympathized with her and told her that one of the reasons that Ray and I keep our circle of 'friends', with 'benefits' so small, is that there are a lot of freaks out there. I told her that I, and I'm sure Ray, prefer quality of relationships over quantity. "I hear that, girlfriend!" I remember her saying, tipping her beer towards me. I then told her of how I met Kathy and that, before Kathy, I had not even thought of making love with a woman, "but that sure changed fast," I told her, laughing as I said it. She apologized for the umpteenth time, for inconveniencing us, and I told her to shut up, that I was happy for the company during the week because of Ray's travels. "I figured that Kathy took care of that problem for you," laughing afterwards. "No, despite what you might think, Kathy and I don't eat each other every night when Ray's out of town," laughing with her. I added that many times we just go out to supper, or for a cocktail, and had no sex at all. She looked at me skeptically, but then nodded in understanding. We finished our beers and decided to hit the hay; her mom's operation was early and I had work. I reminded her to take my work number 'just in case' and she promised she would. Saying goodnight after drying ourselves, we 'cheek-kissed' and she went off to the guest bedroom. ~ We caught up with each other the next evening, Teri looking tired and worn out. The news from the hospital was good, the operation went well, and the sibs would take turns sitting at the hospital until she was out of ICU. "Good news," I told her, and then I suggested that she hit the shower and freshen up, that she'd feel better, and that I would whip us up a salad. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, saying that all sounded good, that she'd see me after her shower. She looked much better as she bounced down the stairs, a sleep-tee on, looking like she was a new woman. Popping the tops off of some beers, we took it all out onto the deck, eating in the cool night air, enjoying the stars. I had showered quickly when I heard hers turn off. My hair is short and takes a towel drying only, thankfully. I had just gotten downstairs when she came out of her bathroom. I had changed into a pair of sleeping shorts, and undershirt, a 'wife-beater's shirt'. Teri started laughing, almost choking with salad in her mouth, and just pointed to my chest. I looked down to find both of my nipples pushing hard against the thin material, looking like little mountain tops. "It's the night air," I said, laughing with her. "Ya think?" she answered, still giggling. Paper plates and plastic forks thrown away, clean up was done. Do I know how to treat my guests or what? Ray called and we chatted, and before I hung up, Teri wanted to speak with Ray. She thanked him for the hospitality and I'm sure he told her not to be silly. She told him goodnight and, smiling, simply said, "He's such a sweetheart." He certainly is. She had also asked him where his stash was, asking if she could smoke a bit while she was here. Of course he said yes. She ran up to his office and brought down his box, chatting with me while she rolled a joint. Lighting it, she took a huge hit and passed it to me, and smoking much more than I normally do, I was in the ozone very quickly. So was Teri, both of us candidates for the 'space cadet program'. "I hate sleeping alone," she stonily said, "I don't know how you do it all the time; I don't usually get a good night's sleep." I hesitated a bit, debating in my head, but finally said, "Sleep with me," I told her, "it's a big bed." She looked at me, her eyes glazed, chewing her lip a bit, seemingly weighing things in her mind. "Promise you won't try to take advantage of my chastity?" she said in a mocking, teasing tone. "Honey, that ship sailed a long time ago," I answered, both of us laughing at that kernel of truth. ~ When our stone lessened enough that we could safely navigate the change in floor levels, we made our way to my bedroom. She pointed out that my nipples were still hard and that we were inside, out of the 'night air'. Looking down, the little pecker-heads were still poking straight out. "Must be the weed," I said off-handedly and climbing onto the bed, I fell on top of the covers, taking a deep breath, enjoying my stoning a bit more than I usually did. "You got me stoned, you bitch," I said slowly, but teasingly. She laughed, knowing that I was joking with her. I lay there, my eyes closed, my head swimming from the smoke, but, I was relaxed, really relaxed. "Do those suckers ever go down?" I heard her ask. Opening my eyes and turning my head towards her, she was leaning on her elbow, smiling at my chest, again. Looking to my chest, my 'tit-tips' were standing at attention, hard and proud. As I stared at them, trying, in my stoned mind, to think of a response, she 'poked' one, and then the other, pressing them down into my breasts with the tip of a finger, but up they sprang right afterwards. Looking at me sort of seriously, she said, out of nowhere, that one of her older sisters is a lesbian, and that her 'red-necked' family had all but disowned the sister. Hearing all the negative talk about her sister, who was Teri's favorite, pretty much guaranteed that she, Teri, wouldn't dare explore the feelings that she sometimes had about other girls when she was growing up. She went on to say that in spite of all that, that sometimes when she and Rick would watch porn, she found herself particularly excited by the bi-scenes between women. "Do you think you're a lesbian?" she asked me, quite serious now. "Nope, I don't; I like dick way too much to be a lesbian. Being with Kathy, however, has shown me that frolicking with another woman isn't a bad way to spend time in bed," laughing afterwards. Changing the subject, she asked about Ray being away so much on business; she expressed that she didn't know how she'd handle the loneliness, at night. I truthfully told her, that before Kathy, that I had a hard time with it, and that she was right, it wasn't easy. "But," I added, "Seeing Kathy every couple of weeks for some girl-time, has made Ray's travels much easier to deal with," adding with a chuckle, "but even with Kathy for relief, every once in a while I'll still watch porn and masturbate for sexual release." "Really?" she responded, "you still masturbate?" "Sure," I answered her, "don't you, from time to time?" She laughed a bit and said, "More than Rick knows I do. Sometimes, I get that feeling down there, and if Rick's not around, I 'take care' of my problem," smiling that knowing little smile. "In fact, just talking about it is making me horny," she added, laughing just a bit. "Yeah, me too," I answered honestly, because in the last few moments of conversation about it, Ms. Priss was sending me signals; and, in what made perfect sense to my stoned mind, I asked her if she, maybe, wanted to watch a bit of porn tonight, so that we could take care of any 'problems' we might be feeling. "Masturbate? Here, now? Together?" she asked, her eyes narrowing a bit. "Yeah, didn't you and your girlfriends masturbate together when you were growing up?" "A couple of times, yeah, we did," she admitted. I offered the thought, that since we both knew that we still jack-off in private, what was the problem with us taking care of our business? "I mean, come on Teri, I've been between your legs at your bush, for God's sake." She thought a minute, and said, "What the hell, why not?" Pointing to the nightstand next to her side of the bed, I told her to 'pick something' from the bottom drawer and put it in the video player. While she rummaged through the drawer, I turned on the TV and video player with the remote. She picked a tape, and walking over to the entertainment center across from the foot of the bed, she put the tape in and returned to bed. I had pulled myself up against the headboard, and sat with my back against it. She did the same and I reached over to the lamp on my nightstand, turning it off, the light from the screen illuminating the room in that ghostly 'white light'. The tape she chose was a notch or two higher in quality than most porn stuff, but it surprised me because it was a film about bored, suburban housewives finding lust between themselves and a few neighbor ladies, while their men were 'at work'. "Interesting choice", I mentioned to her off-handedly as the 'story' unfolded before us. "Something different for me," she said, her eyes riveted on the screen watching two women teasing each other with looks and leers. She was sitting up in bed, her legs crossed in front of her, rolling a small doobie as she watched intently. She leaned over to return Ray's stash box to the nightstand and stretching a bit further to reach an ashtray he kept there for his roaches, her nightshirt rode up her hip, revealing her bare ass, pantiless. Teri does have a cute ass, there's no debate there, I thought to myself. We were both watching the two women on the screen, now locked into a frenzied make-out session on a couch, with the four-inch stiletto heels that all housewives wear around the house, of course. She fired up the fresh doobie, took a deep hit and holding in the smoke, passed it to me, and I back to her, after my hit. We finished the doob in silence, both of us concentrating on the women in the tape; both of them were now naked, except for those damned heels, and both with their heads buried between the other's legs in a sixty-nine, the sounds adding to the hotness of the scene. Adding the small roach to the others in Ray's ashtray, she stretched over one more time to put it back on the nightstand, and once more, I watched her nightshirt ride up her hip revealing her tight ass. That was, honestly, the first time that I remember wondering if I was going to get a little bit of that ass. My hand was rubbing my pussy, lightly, as I admired her butt. We both settled in now, our eyes glued to the set; a 'neighbor' lady walking in on our two 'stars' as they pleasured each other, the 'neighbor' lady, of course, quickly joining the fun. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Teri's hand was now on top of her nightshirt at her crotch, her hand moving in small circles. I returned my concentration to the movie, and my hand found its way into the top of my sleep-shorts, my fingers slowly stroking my mons, teasing my pubes, my own personal embers of pleasure becoming warmer. Glancing at Teri again, I could see that Teri was getting more and more turned on, her legs spread slightly, the pressure from her fingertips more intense in its circle movements. I began watching her more than the movie, my fingers having now worked their way to the folds of my pussy, rubbing, feeling the wetness grow and spread under their magical touch. The turn on for me, now, was watching Teri becoming more and more excited; a combination of the movie, the moment, and of her massaging herself. I reached out with my hand and pulled her nightshirt up, to her waist, exposing her pussy. She looked at me, startled, and I simply said to her, "Don't be embarrassed, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked," sliding my sleep-shorts down my legs and off, exposing my own lovebox, my fingers returning to their 'work'. She nodded, turned back to the TV, and started pulling on her pubes a bit, stretching her skin a bit when she did so. I continued to watch her while continuing to play with myself, I watched as her fingers rubbed softly across her swollen button of pleasure. We continued like that for some time, both playing with ourselves; she, watching the girl love on the screen, and me, watching her. Slowly, her head turned towards me, her eyes now watching my hand do its thing, her hand continuing with its own task. We continued to watch each other, the 'real' scene becoming more sensuous than the porn. Reaching over to her, with my 'free' hand as I continued to rub and stroke myself, I looked at her in a stoned haze, and started lightly stroking her pubes as her fingers continued to play with her clit and pussy. She just returned my gaze, not making a move to stop me, our eyes locked on each other now. Slowly, my hand took over for hers, my fingers replacing hers, her wetness evident as I stroked. She closed her eyes, leaned back against the headboard, surrendering herself to my touch. I stopped rubbing myself, concentrating instead on what I was now doing to her, her increasing deep breaths betraying the pleasure she was now feeling from my manipulation of her essence, of her womanhood. Her legs were slowly opening for me, allowing me to become more attentive to her, her orgasm obviously building inside, rising to drown her in pleasure and relief. "Ooh, Jess, that feels soooo good, please don't stop, don't stop, please," she whispered in short, gasping breaths, her excitement clearly showing on her face, in her voice. Forgetting about myself completely now, I turned onto my side, and switched hands so that I could lean my head on my crooked elbow and left hand; my right hand reached over, continuing to arouse her as I was now spreading her pussy-lips with my fingers while my thumb massaged her huge, swollen clit. Her excitement continued to build even more quickly now that I had two fingers sliding in and out of her while rubbing her button with my thumb, in small circles. My movements were slow and deliberate, her eyes were squeezing tight now and her mouth was slightly opened, the sounds of pleasure becoming louder. Grabbing my wrist with both of her hands, she held on tightly, as her hips began to thrust; holding my fingers in place as she moved her drenched pussy back and forth, simulating fucking a dick, her clit rubbed against my palm, its slickness feeling warm. "Ooooh, shit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," her eyes squeezed tight; and using her hands to sink my fingers deeper inside of her, her pelvic spasms shaking her entire body, her head whipping for side to side against the headboard , she cried out in pleasure. With her head hanging down, the spasms of pleasure were causing her to gasp hard to regain her breathing. She still held my wrist captive with her tightly, gripping hands, her pelvic thrusts slowly dying. Neither of us said a thing. She slid down the headboard so that her head was now on her pillows, her hands still holding mine to her warm lovebox. As her climax subsided, I just watched as the redness on her face receded slowly, her cheeks pink with blood-rush, almost like she had 'blush' applied to her cheeks, and a smile on her lips. Releasing her grip of my wrist, I softly stroked her pubic hair, feeling its wetness against my palm, the smell of her sex rising to my nostrils, intoxicating me. "Oh, Jess, that was soooo fucking good, you have no idea," she said, looking at me dreamily, adding, "Thank you for that, thank you, thank you soooo much," a cute smile spreading across her face. "You're welcome," I said, leaning in, giving her a short, soft kiss on her lips. "Now, if you don't mind," I said with a mocking tone in my voice, "I'm going to get back to my own problem," my hand returning to my own begging needs. "Do you want me to do you?" she asked me, a serious questioning look on her face. A bit surprised at her offer, I looked at her for a bit, before I answered. "Would you like to?" I responded, "Would you feel 'okay' with it?" Her answer was to turn onto her side, as I had been, and reaching over with her hand, she started rubbing me, stroking me; my own hand, having been relieved of its duties, joined its twin as I caressed my breasts, my fingers pinching my nipples. I was the one with closed eyes now, with moans of pleasure escaping from my lips. As she quickly learned, all she had to do for me, was what she would do for herself, was what she would do to herself for pleasuring. Just like she was doing now, just like she was doing now, I thought to myself, feeling the wave of joy rising quickly to engulf me. It did, it washed over me, my loud cries of release filling the darkened room, my breathing labored, and my face moist with light perspiration. Crying one last cry of joy, I collapsed, my own head finding my pillows, murmurs of contentment rising from both of us as the world came back into focus. Slowly her hand left the 'wetlands' of my crotch, both of us quiet, the movie still playing, but long forgotten by us both. I could feel the sleepiness that sexual release brings about start to envelop me, so grabbing the remote I turned off the TV and player. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 06 Pt. 2 This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. Her Story Teri's visit; Part II Teri and I were leaning against my car waiting for Ray to exit the terminal, both of us keeping an eye out for the 'curb cops'. He spotted us, and one at a time, we hugged and kissed him. He and Teri stood on the curb, as I threw his bags into my trunk, talking all of the 'long time, no see' stuff. "Ray, you're in your office tomorrow like usual?" I asked adding, "And you're golfing on Saturday, right?" He answered yes to both questions, his eyes asking why I was asking. Shutting my trunk, I told him that the days were his; that I had taken some time off, and that Friday and Saturday, Teri and I were going to flea markets in the area, "treasure hunting," laughing. "I'll drive," I said, telling him to get in the back seat. He opened the door and climbed up into my SUV, somewhat surprised when Teri jumped into the back seat with him. "Okay," he said, "what's up with you two hell-raisers?" sensing that he was the only one in the car that didn't know the game plan, and of course, he was right. "You know how when you come home from your trips, you're ready to screw, primed to screw because you've been away all week?" I said to the rearview mirror, looking at his face in it, seeing his perplexity. Slowly, looking between Teri and me, Teri just smiling and looking out of her side-glass, "Yeah.....why?" he said, hesitantly. "Well, Teri and I have plans for you tonight, so why don't we get that first climax out of the way," adjusting my rearview so I had a better look into the backseat. Hearing the magic words from my mouth, Teri now turned towards Ray, her hands reaching for his suit pants, the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Looking into his eyes in the mirror, I said to him, "Sit back, relax, and let Ms. Teri take care of that for you." I saw the surprise on his face as Teri hauled his semi-erect dick out of his pants and lowered her head just as I merged onto the interstate. A couple of passing trucks honked their approval. I must say that driving, while trying to watch a porn show in your backseat isn't for sissies, but I managed somehow to get us home in one piece. It was quite a sight watching Teri suck off my husband; pretty thrilling actually, understanding a bit more why Ray likes to just watch me with others, at times. He climaxed about two miles from the house, and by the time I pulled into the garage, she had sucked him clean and restored his dick to his pants, zipping him up afterwards. "Thanks," Teri said to Ray, "That was fun!" "Well, yes it was," he managed to say with a smile on his face, "but no, thank you." ~ Teri and I had gotten everything ready for dinner, so while Ray unpacked his bags, she and I put it all together and into the oven, high-fiving each other afterwards, the reason for which, only we knew. I told Ray to go ahead and get a head start on his office work so it wouldn't take him as long tomorrow, that Teri and I would call him when dinner was ready. He said okay, and went into his office to do just that. Teri took me into her arms and kissed me, which I returned, the two of us letting the oven do its thing, while we did ours, right there in the kitchen; her face between my legs and hiked up skirt, as I sat on the countertop, her hands under my ass, lifting my bush to her face. I stifled a moan of joy when my climax happened, a little one, but none are bad. Sliding off of the counter, I took Teri into my arms and backed her into a corner while kissing her, my hand sliding down the front of her shorts until I felt her pubes, then her clit. Still kissing her, I got her off quickly, her clit very, very responsive to my strokes and touches. Right as she got off, the oven timer sounded with a 'ding', causing us to break off the kiss, laughing. Teri called out for Ray to join us. Taking our leisurely time with dinner, wine, and all, we sat around the table, finishing the bottle, talking, joking as friends do. I asked Ray to fire up the hot tub, and we'd clean up quickly, and join him. "Don't forget to roll some weed," Teri cautioned after him, as he walked away from the dining room. He signaled that he heard her with a wave of his hand over his shoulder, saying "Yeah, yeah; now I've got two damned women running my life," laughing as he said it. "And don't fucking forget it, stud," I yelled out to him, the joke in my voice. He joined us in the bedroom just as Teri and I had gotten out of our clothes, and we talked among ourselves as he stripped as well, the three of us heading out of the slider, out to the tub. He fired up the joint, staying out of the tub for a bit, the three of us passing it around; the doob done, he got into the tub with us, the three of us feeling little or no pain, thanks to the smoke and the wine. It was pleasant outside; the blend of night air and warm water feeling very good to our bodies, all of us letting the stone and water take us away from the stress and turmoil that was the world we lived in. "So what do you two chickadees have up your sleeves, if you had sleeves, that is," Ray finally said. "Nothing much other than we plan on having our way with you tonight; we plan on you servicing us with that big 'ol cock of yours, baby," I answered for Teri and I. Looking first at me, then at Teri, he asked, seriously, "Rick okay with this, Teri?" "When I told him this afternoon what Jess and I had in mind, he only had one thing to say," Teri answered. "What was that?" Ray had to finally ask seeing she wasn't volunteering anything more. "Have fun, honey, tell those two to take good care of you" "and oh, by the way, Rick said to say 'hi'," she replied. Ray stayed silent for a long time, processing what he had just heard us say. Then, with a dead-pan expression on his face, he simply said, "Damnit, I knew I should have bought a lottery ticket today!" Ray reached out to the both of us, taking our hands and pulling us closer together, the three of us; he put an arm around the both of us, and we sat there for a long time, the silence broken only by the sounds of night from the woods behind our house. Teri and I snuggled against Ray's body, snuggled under his arms. Our hands finding each other's in his lap, we let our fingers play with the other's, feeling the edge of his pubes as we did so. As his manhood awakened, we took it into our hands, both of us, and touched, fondled, stroked it into the hard monster that it can be. Wordlessly, we stood and exited the tub, silently drying our bodies. Ray just smiled and watched as Teri and I dried each other off, our touches lingering in those special places. Ray later told me that when he saw our interaction on the deck drying each other, he knew, then, that Teri and I had been with each other sexually, and that he felt gladness in his heart for the both of us. I locked the door behind us and closed the blinds, as they climbed onto the bed, Teri kissing him and caressing his hardness, at the same time. I turned on the dim lights and turned off the overhead, and walked to the settee that faces the bed on my side. Sitting, I watched with interest and with lust as they loved each other, as they touched each other; Ray looked at me, raising an eyebrow in a questioning manner, I simply said, softly, "No, baby, not yet, I'd like to watch for a while if that's okay," my hand already running through my pubes, the dampness barely felt but there. And I did watch; I watched as their passions overtook their beings, I watched as he pulled her on top of him as he laid on his back, gently lowering her by her hips until she enveloped his shaft completely, the pleasure spreading on both of their faces. And when they came, I did as well, my body shaking with pleasure. Teri collapsed onto Ray's chest, his manhood staying inside of her, a smile of satisfaction large on her face. I climbed into the bed with them, snuggled up to Ray and Teri so that my body faced his side, my wetness against his hip, my arm thrown over Teri as she lay on Ray. I don't remember how long we laid there, the three of us, but I do remember Teri rolling off of Ray, his dick slipping out. She took him into her mouth, sucking him hard again, as he and I kissed tenderly, lovingly, our passion mounting. When he hardened, she backed away so he could mount me, my legs wrapping around the back of his thighs, entrapping his hardness inside of me, our climaxes coming quickly and at the same time. After a long restful period for us, Teri leaned over us and kissed us both, saying goodnight. "Where are you going?" I asked. "To my room; Ray's home and this is his space," Teri answered, standing at the doorway. "I don't know, Teri, you can do what you want, but our bed is certainly large enough for the three of us," I said, looking at her. She walked back to the bed and climbing onto it, she lay on the other side of Ray, her hand over mine on his chest, the three of us falling into a very restful sleep. ~ Friday and Saturday, during the day, Teri and I did the flea markets and antique stores, Ray did his thing. Those nights, we did him, he did us, and we did each other, much to his ringside delight. Teri and I found that we had a mutual enjoyment of being fucked, doggy-style, while we went down on the other. A very nice combination of sensations, we agreed. She also confessed to me that I seem to have unlocked a side of her she didn't know existed. "Rick's going to love the fact that I like eating pussy," she laughingly said. Looking at me seriously, now, she added, "and I'm so damned glad that were my first taste of pussy, Jess, thank you for that," kissing me sweetly afterwards. Then, she went down on me, right there in the living room, thank you. All too soon, Sunday morning arrived and leaving Ray deep in well-earned sleep, I took Teri to the airport. We hugged tightly at the curb while her luggage was checked curbside. Stepping back, but her arms still around me, she just looked at me for a bit, and then kissed me, a nice kiss to my lips. "Think about coming out to see us, will you? You and Ray, or even you by yourself if you get crazy with work and he's too busy to take time off, okay?" she said softly. I promised I would, and I did, about six months later. Teri says that Rick still smiles when he talks of my visit with them that week. I visited alone, Ray at a convention, and Rick had a great time with Teri and me. Teri and I had a great time with ourselves as well, a really great time. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 06 I felt her move towards me in the dark, and putting my arm around her, I pulled her into the side of my body, my arm remaining around her, gently rubbing the skin of her back as she settled into me. "That was good, Jess, really, good," she said, almost whispering, after a short while. I agreed with her, both of us settling in to accept the peaceful sleep that was now overtaking the two of us, lying together in the dark. As I drifted ever so surely into the land of dreams, she moved her hand to my breast, over my shirt, my still-hard nipples pressing against the fabric and the warmth of her palm. We slept well that night, did Teri and I. ~ That next morning, my blindly flailing hand finally found the alarm, and slapping it, that annoying little buzzing sound fell silent. As my eyes slowly opened, my ears heard the sound of the shower from my bath, 'outing' Teri's whereabouts. I moved slowly out of bed, finding and pulling on my sleep shorts. I padded to the kitchen to put the coffee going, but, judging by the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen, it was already on. Teri had the sugar and creamer out, and two cups on the counter, one with a bit of coffee residue in the bottom. Choosing the other one, I fixed myself a cup and brought it to my nose, the aroma snapping my brain awake, as I sat on the padded stool at the counter. "I took the morning 'watch,'" I heard her say as she walked from the bedroom towards the kitchen area. Kissing me on the cheek, she took my nearly empty cup from my hand and fixed us each another cup, sitting on a stool facing me, when finished. "I should be back before you get home from work, but when you do, I'm taking you to dinner tonight in appreciation for your hospitality," taking a sip from her cup afterwards. "Teri," I started to say, but she stopped me with her hand held up to my face. "Yes, I will, so we'll hear no more from you about the subject. It's done, it's over, it's what we will do tonight," gulping the last of her cup down and standing. Bending her upper body closer to me, her hand rose to rest, lightly, on my breast through my shirt, and her lips gave me a soft, warm, lingering kiss, our eyes locking when she pulled away. "See you tonight," she said, walking towards the garage door. She sure does have a cute ass, I thought to myself as she walked through the door and into the garage, winking at me as she closed the door behind her. Well, she does! ~ Dinner at the bistro she chose was exceptional, so much so, that I made a mental note to bring Ray here. Neither of us had ever been here before. We split a carafe of Merlot, made small talk, her news of her mother being even better. She said her goodbyes to her mom and sibs today, telling them that she would fly home tomorrow, the day that Ray was flying home. "Ray's going to be sorry that he missed you," I said between sips of the last of the wine, our meal already finished. "He won't miss me," she said; "If it's alright with you, I called Rick and said that I'd be home Sunday, instead of Saturday, so I can have a couple of days with you two. I told my sibs that I was going home so I wouldn't be guilted into anymore hospital duty; there's no need for us to be there really, the docs have it under control." "Of course, it's alright," draining the last of my glass, "Ray will be pleased that he'll be able have some time to visit with you." "I hope so," she said, with a hint of conspiracy in her voice. "So, here's what I was thinking," laying out her 'plan' to me. "Yes, I think Ray will be glad that you stayed over," indicating my acceptance of her scheme. ~ Heading to our individual rooms after we got home, she stopped at her doorway and asked if I'd be interested in some hot tub time with her, and if so, she'd roll us a doob to share. Done deal, I told her and that I'd see her on the deck, that I'd leave the slider open in my room. The water was wonderfully soothing as we lay next to each other, passing the joint between us, both of us trying to count the stars above as the herbal magic rolled over us. She ate the roach, and matter-of-factly, laid her hand in my lap, on my pubes, under the water, her fingers lightly brushing against them. "Okay if I sleep with you again, tonight?" she said to the sky above us as her hand continued to softly play in my playground. "Oh yeah, you're welcomed into my bed anytime, Teri girl, any old time you'd like," I dreamily replied, turning to look to her. She just smiled, eyes closed, her fingers running through my field of wheat. We stared into the sky, enjoying the moment for a few minutes more, and then she stood, silent, holding out her hand to me. Lifting me off of the tub-bench, she led us out of the hot-tub and grabbing towels for the both of us, we dried ourselves, still not saying a word with our mouths, but screaming at each other with our eyes. I told her that I was going to make a security check of the house and that I'd be back in a short bit. When I returned to my room, Teri had her table lamp on, but on its dimmest setting which was very low, more of a glow against the beige walls. She was lying, on her side, near the center of the bed, facing towards my side of the bed. In that instant, I knew where this night train was going, and I wanted a ticket. She looked up at me when I climbed onto the bed and held me in her gaze as I laid my head on my pillow, turning towards her, my hand coming to rest on her hip. We just looked at each other as I started to trail my fingers across her hip, along her ribs, settling on her breast, which I began to caress and fondle, slowly, gently. Her hand moved to my breast and she did the same to me, our eyes still held by the other's. As if on cue, our lips slowly, tentatively, moved towards each other; the kiss began soft, sweet, mouths slowly opening, our tongues slowly dancing sensuously with the other. Increasing the intensity of the kiss, I rolled her onto her back, my lips leaving hers so that I could suckle her breasts, leaving them after a bit, her nipples shining in the soft light from my mouth and tongue. Kissing a trail of wetness down her body, I felt her legs open, parting to let me in; crawling between her thighs, I lowered my head, my tongue darting into her slit as her fingers entwined themselves in my hair, rubbing slowly across my scalp, sending shivers to my groin. She orgasmed repeatedly as I took my time pleasuring her, each better than the previous, the last, draining her essence from her. I lay with my head on her thigh for a while, our breathing the only sound in the room. My fingers had found her breasts again and played with them, fondled them, her nipples responding, hard and pink. Pulling me from between her legs, she put me on my back, and without saying a word, she made love to me as I had with her. For her first time tasting another woman, I thought, she's an incredibly quick learner, allowing her tongue and mouth to take me to the top of the mountain, repeatedly, until I cried 'Uncle'. ~ I called into the office that next morning, Thursday, and took it and Friday off as personal days. Teri and I stayed in bed most of the morning, making love with each other until about one in the afternoon, breaking only for coffee and a roll. Reluctantly, we stirred around, knowing we'd have to shower and go pick Ray up at the airport. We showered together, of course, a very long shower. Continued in part II... Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 07 This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 07 No man I've ever been with eats pussy as well as Ray, plain and simple. Try as hard as I could, I still couldn't get all of Kurt down my throat, and believe me, I tried. I tried a lot, my deepthroating abilities being a slight source of pride for me. But it wasn't going to happen with Kurt, I knew after a while, so I settled for just working with what I could fit into my mouth, and it was enough, evidently, because though he lasted longer than Dave, Kurt soon blew his load, as well. We rested, laying akimbo in bed together, my pussy patiently waiting for one their cocks to come back to life in my slowly stroking hands. Dave's dick won 'the race to hardness' and taking him into my arms as I opened my legs for him, he entered me, while Kurt watched from the side of the bed, smiling at the pleasure so evident on my face, I'm sure. Dave lasted much longer, long enough for me to get off for the first time that evening and then he followed with his own orgasm. Did I see skyrockets going off in my head? No, but the worse climax I've ever had was good, so it was a nice fuck, forgettable in the whole scheme of things, but nice nevertheless. When our orgasms ended, Dave rolled to his side, opposite of where Kurt was. Looking toward Kurt, I could see that he had come back to life now as well. I excused myself for a quick trip to the bathroom, to clean myself, I told Kurt, but I also told him not to go anywhere, that I'd be right back. Cleaned now, I splashed some water on my face and toweled dry, walking towards the partially opened door, that chore finished. Before I pulled the door open to walk back into the bedroom, as I approached the door, I had a view of the bed and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. Kurt was on his back and Dave was sucking his cock, just the top half, but sucking it as if it wasn't his first time. Kurt had his hand around Dave's shaft, stoking it slowly. And I watched a few minutes, feeling my pussy blazing hot at the sight. Now, I'm not being judgmental, not at all; I mean, come on, I eat pussy for goodness sake and I like it. I knew about Ray and Harry's episode and I also knew that in the throes of hot, passionate threesomes with couples, that Ray's cock had been sucked by a couple of husbands. Didn't bother me in the least, but this was the first time I had ever seen it, live, in person, and Damnit if it didn't get me hot! So hot, that I wanted to get back in there while Kurt's cock was still hard. So, I made some noise, flushing the toilet again and running the sink water loud enough to be heard by them, to let them know that I was heading back their way. Opening the door, they were on opposite ends of the bed, as if nothing I witnessed had occurred, but I knew it had, and it had made me incredibly hot. I don't know why, but it did. Climbing onto the bed, Kurt took me into his arms, kissing me and laying me on my back. I lifted my legs, positioning myself to allow as much of his length to penetrate me as it could. It was a good fuck, not a great one, but definitely a good one, and when he sank his entire shaft into me as he came, it felt like the head was going to come up through my throat, and out of my mouth, that's how long he felt. The six of us finally dragged ourselves back into the tub for some refreshing healing of our tired, fucked-out bodies. I don't know how many times those guys fucked me, but it was a lot and I was exhausted. Ray and his gals arrived at the tub shortly after our group did, the gleam in the gals' eyes, plus the cum drops on their mouths, telling me that the girls had a lot of fun with my guy, which in a convoluted way, made me 'proud'. Can't explain it, it just was so. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 08 This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. * Her Story "Happy Birthday, baby," Ray said, placing a folder on the table, and giving me a kiss. It was my fortieth, and I felt damn good about it; I was still my same slender self, I certainly had no complaints about my sex life, as it was incredibly delicious, and rather than mourn my fortieth, I would damn well celebrate it, I had vowed. "Oh, Ray," I cried when I opened the folder; it had two first-class tickets for a week long cruise through the Panama Canal, ending in L.A. but departing from Miami. Included was a top-end suite, complete with large balcony and every convenience that one could want. "This must be costing a fortune," I said, staring at the tickets and all. "It wasn't cheap, but then, neither am I when it comes to you, Jess," smiling afterwards. He wasn't lying, I thought, rising to give him a big old thank-you smooch. Holding me in his arms, tight to his chest, he said, "Jess, we've talked about cruising for what now? Five years? Well, it's time to stop talking and start doing." "Aye, aye, captain," I said, my insides excited beyond belief. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 08 "I love that your husband let me have this time with you, alone, without wanting to be 'in the middle', like most guys," she said as her hand played with my still-wet pubes. "Oh, I'm sure he'd love to be in the middle of us," laughing as I said it, "he's certainly able to handle two lustful females." "Had practice now, have you?" She asked, looking a bit more interested. I filled her in on Ray and I's experiences, and of Ray's experiences when with Ree; not in detail, of course, that'd take way too long, and I was getting horny again from her hand's wanderings. "Well, maybe we ought to invite him to join us before I leave the ship, that is, of course, if you wouldn't mind sharing him for a night with me," Jen said, the tip of a finger now sliding in and out of my wet box. "I don't think that would be a problem," I answered with labored breath as I became more aroused by her actions and our talk of a threesome, "I know he finds you attractive as hell." "Then, by all means, let's do have a nice little party, just the three of us," and not waiting for my answer, her head was between my legs. And then we made love again, and again, and again. I softly closed our cabin door behind me, my panties in my hand, my dress half-zipped, my hair a mess. Ray looked up from the book he was reading, looking at me from top to bottom, and said in that "Ray way', "If you look up the phrase, 'rode hard and put away wet' in Roget's thesaurus, a picture of you right now would not be inappropriate." I just stared at him, dead-panned, and told him to drop his drawers. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 09 This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 09 I put my hands on her head and enjoyed her wake-up call to me. It would be after two cups of coffee, both of us naked in the breakfast nook, before I would return the gesture; in the shower, she with her hands bracing against the shower walls, and me on my knees, my mouth buried in her pussy. Jesse's Story: A Woman's View Ch. 10 This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess.