Turnabout

To a friend, after spending a night with him and his wife

After our meeting, the sensations, the images, the tastes or our love
making, of your wife's sweet body kept running through my mind. It had
been two weeks, and I hadn't told my wife, Jane, anything, but I thought
about it every time I was with her. I wanted to share it with her, somehow,
but it was hard to start.

When I was alone, I remembered how beautiful your wife, Carla, was when
she pulled me to her, guiding me in to her. When I was with Jane, the idea of
you joining us came to mind. I began to obsessively think of you meeting,
coming to dinner. I would mentally undress Jane as we sat watching
television or some such thing, and imagine your handsome cock slipping
into her cunt, into her mouth. It almost made me come, and I had to leave
the room once. And when we made love, your presence was palpable.

Finally, I decided that I had to tell her. I wanted to be honest, I wanted her
to meet you, I wanted...I don't know, lots of things. One night as we lying
in bed in a teasing mood, sensual, on the verge of foreplay, the opportunity
presented itself. She asked me what I was thinking in a way which I knew
meant that she wanted to know if I was fantasizing. I looked at her and she
was lying on her stomach, next to me, across me, her fingers , and
occasionally her lips reaching to tease my nipples. I told her that I was
fantasizing about someone joining us.

"Ah, that old male fantasy of two women."

"That is a nice one, but no, not this time."

She looked at me quizzically, and I began to describe what it might be like,
drawing heavily on that delightful evening with you and your wife, Carla. I
would touch her cunt and speak about him - you - kissing her there, while I
held her. To my delight, she silently listened to me, and made a movement
to press herself against my exploring fingers. I spoke in a low voice, not
wanting to let my voice break the spell. She was getting very excited, I
could tell, I described your cock and how it felt, and her hands moved to
hold my finger. I told her that I wanted him - you - to fuck her. When I
used the word, her body seemed to shudder a little. I told her that I wanted
him to cum inside her, and that I would love to taste his cum on her, in her,
and then (I hesitated, but plunged on) that I wanted to take him in my
mouth and suck on him until he was again thick and erect.

I didn't know how she would react, although she sometimes teased me
about wanting to have sex with men. I never knew if she was serious, but I
had decided she had thought about it and that it didn't seem the end of the
world to her, and now, in this context, she hesitated only slightly before
she turned to me, kissed me, and made me get over her and enter her.

Her orgasms were strong and repeated. I matched her at last, finally we
broke. After we had cleaned up, we were snuggling together in her bed,
and I told her that I really wanted to have the fantasy, and that I knew you.
She was quiet, and laughed sarcastically a couple of times, but I could tell
she was interested, I described you, and she asked questions. After many,
she finally asked if you were married. I felt I had to tell her about our
evening.

I told her that I had had dinner with you, and that we had been attracted,
and that you had led me so delightfully to make love to Carla. I could
tell from her movements that she was shocked. She made me go on,
spitting out questions. I decided to tell everything in graphic detail, and
slowly but surely, she lost the edge, and it became something like a
fantasy, and to my delight, she began to respond again. By the time I had
come to the point where the three of us were lying together, she turned to
me and hushed me, and almost forcibly pushed my head down until I was
kissing her sweet, hot, wet cunt. She was so hot that it didn't take long for
her to come.

Thus, the plan was made, that we would invite you to come and make love
with us. I called you and invited you for dinner. I was wondering what
would happen if Carla would want to come along, but it seemed that
she was going to be out of town for a few days.

Jane and I would talk about it once in a while, and invariably it was to
imagine you and her. She was clearly turned on - although she made me
promise not to leave you alone with her, which I readily did because I
could not get the image of you making love to her out of my head.

Finally the evening came. She had spent a very long time bathing and
getting dressed, and then dressing again. It was a revelation. She was like a
schoolgirl waiting for a date, only with her husband there to comment and
encourage her. She was still upstairs when you rang the bell, and I had to
let you in alone. I was a bit nervous as how you would react to her, but I
shouldn't have been. She is taller than Carla, with a good figure, full
breasts and dark coloring. Her hair is just a bit pepper and salt now. I like
it, and I could tell that you did, too. She is very sensual, even when she
isn't trying. I always thought of it as coming from her Italian background.
You seemed to hit is off very well.

We first had a glass of wine, sitting in the living room. She had put on a
rather low cut blouse, and I was intrigued by her changing strategies, now
demurely holding her drink in such a way as to make it impossible for you
to see her body, and at other times, pushing forward her breasts ever so
slightly towards you. The wine calmed her down a bit, and accentuated the
sensual strategy. I was delighted to see that you were taken with her,
laughing with her, watching her. At one point she was holding her glass
close to her breast, and she impulsively pressed it into the soft flesh. She
was looking down, but was aware of your eyes on her. she was pleased
and excited, and I found myself with a growing sense of excitement myself,
the stirring of an erection, as I watched the two of you playing.

At one point, she got up and, hesitating a bit, asked whether we wanted to
have dinner. I saw that you were going to be polite and agree, so I
interrupted and suggested that we should get to know each other better
first. She smiled in a mixture of relief and anxiety, which only made her
dark eyes more attractive. I came up to her, put my arm around her, and
then held my hand out to you. You stood, and came over slowly. I took
you hand and led you to us, and we three came together in an oddly chaste
embrace. I welcomed you, and so did she. I slipped a bit fro the embrace,
so that she was caught in between us. She turned to face you, putting her
arms around you, and somehow drawing your arms around her. I stood
back slightly and watched your fingers digging slightly into her back. It
was strange.

I had a rushing desire to see her skin and your hands, so I began to undo
the buttons on her blouse, and then the fastening of her skirt, and began
pulling them away from her. The two of you had to move apart slightly to
let me get them. Her full breasts were pressed up in full circles by her bra. I
could see your eyes being drawn to them. I debated leaving her that way,
but something made me want it to be simple and complete, so I undid the
snap and pulled away her bra. You started slightly, and I had a sudden
fear that the contrast with Carla's smaller, more compact breasts might
put you off. For some reason, I slipped my hands around her and replaced
her bra, holding them in my hands. She laughed nervously and made a
dismissing sound, but she changed to a coo of delight as you dipped down
and placed a kiss on each one of her still only partially erect nipples. Her
breasts are very sensitive, and I knew that she would be thrilled by that. I
let her go, and quickly slipped her panties off her hips. When I stood up
and moved back to the chair, she was naked in your arms. Watching you, I
felt an enormous erection fighting with my clothes. I knew I would have to
be taking them off soon.

You had buried your lips in her neck. Her hands were running across your
arms through the shirt. She suddenly pulled at it and her hands
disappeared under your belt. After a few minutes, you, or she, or perhaps
both, turned her body, so that you were holding her from the back. She had
her head bent back and seemed to be nibbling at your ear. I was thrilled -
her naked body still always does that to me.

I watched your hands, and I knew that this was the moment I had dreamed
of, to have them touching her, exciting her, but for a moment I was
uncertain. It seems too wild, and wasn't I supposed to feel jealousy or rage?
I had just heard about laws not too long ago in which in Texas, a man was
justified in killing a man he found making love to his wife. As I watched
you hands moving strongly, yet tenderly over her body, approaching her
breasts, I thought how absurd that was. She was enjoying it immensely,
that was clear from her breathing, her sighs, and it was very exciting to me.

I saw your fingers take her nipples, giving her what I knew - she had told
me a thousand times - how good it felt. I had to move to readjust my
trousers. Your hands moved gently but firmly down across her belly (I
knew how warm and soft it must've felt) and then reach the soft hairs
between her legs. She was standing with her legs tightly together at first,
but as you gently rubbed her, she moved them apart. I watched
mesmerized, as your finger slipped into the already moist folds and
dipped into her body. Watching your finger playing with her clitoris, the
labia, slipping into her was almost too much for me, and I had to slip out of
my clothes to end the restriction of my trousers on what felt like my
enormous penis. I sat and loosely held it in my hand.

Finally, she slipped to the floor. You stood over her and slipped out of your
clothes, tossing them impatiently at the couch. You glanced at me, and I
lifted my eyes from your apparently throbbing cock to catch yours and
trade a smile and a trusting look. Whatever doubts I might have had, I as
now delighted to watch as you lowered yourself to your knees between her
slightly raised legs, and as you bent down, catching your self on your
hands on each side of her, allowing her to reach down and take your cock
and guide it to her. I had to rise up a bit to see, and was rewarded with the
exquisite sight of your cock slipping into Jane's cunt, the lips stretched
around it. I cold tell there was no resistance. She raised her body slightly to
meet yours, and her hands caught around your chest.

You moved in and out of her several times, and then pulled out, telling her
you wanted to make it last. You leaned down and took her nipples
between your lips, one at a time, rolling them slightly, sucking them in. she
squirmed with pleasure. I watched as your erect cock, glistening from her
moisture, swung slightly as you moved. Finally, you pushed it down and
lay down, pushing yourself down on her body, until your lips could reach
her cunt. Again, a fantasy of mine came true. I was thrilled to watch your
lips play, your tongue slip between the folds, play with her clitoris. Her
hands slipped over your head and ran through your hair as you kissed her.

I couldn't stay away, so I slipped down on the floor next to her, and on my
own kissed her nipples while you continued to kiss her. It wasn't long
before the combined stimulation of our two mouths, and our hands
running across her apparently perfectly soft flesh, brought her to an
orgasm. She is usually relatively quiet, but this time, she cried out as she
came. I looked up startled, but she was clearly very happy. You pulled
away, too. I know that one, or both of us could bring her to another climax,
even another series, and I wanted to because it was somehow very erotic to
watch and feel her come, but we pulled away to rearrange ourselves.

Then came a moment that I had wanted ever since I had seen you
with Carla. As you lay down next to my now exhausted wife, I could see
your cock, thick and erect, looking enormous as it lay across your thigh.
You noticed my look, and took it briefly in your hand and smiled at me.
Jane turned towards you, so that her breast rested on your chest, and
watched me.

Hoarsely I said, "Chris, would you mind if...."

It was obvious what I wanted as I kneeled there in front of the two of
you, my own cock throbbing. You smiled and nodded, and let your head
slip back, still watching me under half closed lids.

I moved over so that I was sitting on the side of the bed next to you,
across from Jane wide-opened eyes. I first took your cock lightly in my
hand. I was pleased to hear a slight gasp from you, although I couldn't have
known what you were feeling. It was warm, even hot in my hands. It
moved slightly on its own, and I gently squeezed it. I could tell after making
Jane come that you were not so far from climax, and I had a terribly desire
to take you into my mouth, and didn't want it to end that fast.

I was delighted to see that Jane was eager to play an active part, and I
watched her hands slipping over your abdomen, briefly touching the curled
hair at the base, my hand, and then down between your legs. I began to dip
towards it. You seemed to close your eyes, and then open to watch. A clear
drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip, and gratefully I extended my tongue
and took it from you. It seemed heavenly. I began to let my tongue slip
across the tip. It seemed enormous as I touched it, and when I pressed my
lips in a kiss, I didn't believe that I could ever take it in. I spent a long time
sucking with my lips, sensing the precum, waiting in expectation.
Suddenly you jerked slightly, and your cock forced its way - less than
an inch - between my lips. I couldn't tell whether you were asking to be
sucked, or whether it was involuntary, but I took the opportunity anyway,
and let it enter my mouth. It was thick and beautiful, stretching my lips,
pressing open my jaws. I just let it slide slowly in, savoring it every
moment. I felt a hand run through my hair, and I thought it was Jane's, but I
could see that you had reached down. I was grateful for its gentle
sensuality. I hadn't been sure that you really accepted this kind of delicious
sex, but I was not surprised, given the totally open and sensual atmosphere
on that bed.

I began to let it slips from my lips, and when it was back only an inch
or two inside, I began to literally suck it, letting my mouth close tightly over
it, and then relax. I was rewarded with another gasp from you.
Finally I took it out, and holding it still in my hand, I began to flick
my tongue across the tip, on the sensitive underside, all over it. I was
obsessive. It was an enormously sexual feeling, not only the sensuality of
you hard cock in my mouth, but the realization, confirmed by your slight
moans, that you were sharing the ecstatic feelings.

I looked up and saw that Jane, whose hands still roamed across your
body, had pressed her lips to your nipple, and I could see her tongue
flipping across its stiffness. Your other hand was holding her head.
I returned your cock to my mouth and began alternating between
sucking it gently, and letting it slide as deeply as I could into my mouth,
and then slip out slowly as my tongue caressed it. I continued this,
watching Jane's lips and also, you tensing muscles, and then finally, you
cried out. It could have been a warning, or only your delight, but in any
case, I could tell that you were about to come.

I pulled away a few inches, and was rewarded by seeing your cum
spurt from the tip, soon drenching it, and my hands. I couldn't resist it, and
I slipped my tongue out and tasted your cum, and finding it incredibly
good, slipped my lips once again over the tip, and now sucked on it, tasting
the heavy salty flavors. Letting go with my hand, I sucked on it for a
moment, until I could feel your body relax, and then, finally, your penis
slightly soften. I let it slip from my mouth, now only wet with my saliva.

I moved around and lay next to Jane, my arm thrown over the both
of you. She surprised and delighted me by kissing me, letting her tongue
explore my mouth, tasting, I knew, your cum.


Turnabout 2

After that last incredible episode, when you had joined my wife and me,
we began to be feel guilty that your wife
Carla had been left out. After all, it was her incredible acceptance of me,
fucking her, that had made this all possible. She was so delightful, so sexy, so
marvelous that I couldn't bear not to have her enjoy these things with us.

It was clear that bringing the two women together would change
things. My earliest fantasies, or my earliest fantasies after we were married,
was to have another woman with us. When I told Jane that, she assumed that
I meant that I would like to women making love to me, and I could really
deny it, since that seemed such a nice idea. But what I was really thinking of,
and couldn't get her to focus on, was to watch her and the other woman
making love. I have always thought that the most beautiful and sexy thing
ever shown in porno films was two women in a sixty-nine. They seem to fit
together so beautifully. I must admit that I have spent some delightful hours
watching Jane and imagining another woman next to her, nuzzling between
her legs, embracing her, bringing her to her own thighs, their hands slipping
around their thighs, their tongues slipping between the folds....ahh, it is
incredible. It is so erotic. It is one of the surest things to give myself an
erection.

So thinking about the four of us meeting, I thought about them
together, and you and I, and then all the other combinations. It is so difficult
to bring all this off emotionally, that I was scared, but I wanted to try, since I
knew that it would be fantastic if we could make it happen.

We decided that if we met on neutral turf, our wives would be at less
of a disadvantage, and so we arranged to spend a weekend at a comfortable
inn-with-cabins in the nearby mountains. we had two cabins, rather separated
from the others, and only 30-40 feet apart. We first all were together at dinner
the first evening. I think I drank a bit too much wine, but everything seemed
to go very well. Our wives clearly understood that a lot depended on how
they got on together, and they seemed to throw themselves into it, in the end
becoming very chummy. It struck me during dinner that they were being too
much like sisters, and not like the lovers I hoped they would be, but it was so
much better than it might of been, that I could hardly complain.

After dinner, we retired to your cabin, and put on some music and had
drinks. We were having a really good time. The conversation ran over many
different things. Much to my surprise, it was Jane who brought up the subject
of sex. She began to talk about some item in the news which was about some
politician who had been caught sleeping with another woman, and it was
rumored that she 'had not been alone'. It was hard from the stories to figure
out what that meant. Was there someone watching them? Were they with
another woman, perhaps his wife? Was there another man, perhaps another
lover? Jane laughed at the insanity of it. "It was just normal", she kept saying.
"That's what we are doing, no? It makes me think he was a real person."

As if to prove her point, she pointedly went up to you and pulled you
to your feet and embraced in a kind of dance. I had never seen her so
aggressive before, and it made me excited. I looked at Carla, and saw that she
was watching you with a kind of anxiousness. She was so beautiful and
vulnerable. I went to her and pulled her to her feet. For a while, the two of us
danced, moving very slowly with the music, feeling the still unfamiliar bodies
in our arms.

The moment lasted for a good long while, as we each enjoyed the
feelings that it brought. Suddenly, I had a longing to feel Carla's naked body,
and after whispering a request that she hoarsely granted, I began to pull off
her clothes, slowly, one-by-one. Her compact and sexy body emerged. I
remembered vividly the time when you had introduced me to it, allowing me
to touch her, to probe her, to enter her vibrant body. Just touching her breasts
as I held her from the back was almost enough to make me come. Her firm
breasts and taut nipples were very different from Jane's but startlingly sexy.

You and Jane had been watching us, and after a whisper from Carla,
you began to strip off Jane's clothes. I had seen you making love to her before,
but still, it was startling to watch your hands removing her skirt and bra,
holding her breasts, slipping down across her abdomen. All of a sudden I was
full of a desire to watch your fingers enter her cunt, but you pulled her
around and we danced, two couples with two naked women. It was fantastic.

We moved with the barely-audible music, only responding to the soft
thump of the rhythm. At one point, we moved together. The two women
were touching. Jane took the initiative and swung around to hold yours. The
to women embraced. It was relatively chaste, but the sight of their breasts
pressing together was enough to make me very uncomfortable. At the hung
on each other, I began to strip, and you, taking your cue, did the same.

Seeing them dancing together was very erotic. I put my arm around
your shoulder, and we watched them. Looking down, I saw that you were
very erect, and I couldn't resist dropping to my knees and taking your lovely
cock into my mouth for a few moments. I looked up, and although I could tell
that you were enjoying the sensations of my mouth, you were still looking as
your wife and mine began o melt ever closer into each other.

Reluctantly leaving you, I got up and sat on the couch to watch them. I
was glad when you joined me, your hand playing loosely with my cock. I was
thrilled to see Jane urge your wife down to the carpet. Carla was so gorgeous
there. Her hand went almost automatically to cover her cunt. Jane sat next to
her and ran her hands on her body, reaching up to her breasts. She kept
repeating. "Your so soft, skin so soft, so warm,,,so soft.." I had never seen Jane
so completely taken up with her sensuality. I wanted to go down and kiss her,
but I held back, hoping that the two women would come even closer.

They did, indeed, move closer. Jane bent down and took her Carla's
nipple into mouth. Carla stiffened, arching her back. Her cunt seemed even
more full, more beautiful. Jane's hand moved across her stomach, her fingers
slipping into the tightly curled hairs. I watched closely as Jane's finger slipped
between the lips and then curling, disappeared. Carla's body shuddered
again. She pulled at Jane's head until they came together in a kiss. I hadn't
expected that. It was so tender, so passionate, so loving. I think Jane was
surprised, too. Their mouths mingled, linked, their tongues exploring each
other. Jane's fingers probed into her again and again, rubbing against the
thickening clitoris.

It was not long before Carla also lifted her body until she would reach
the dark triangle between Jane's thighs. As her fingers slipped between, Jane
seemed to open up, and at the same time, collapse on the bed next to her.
Carla moved until she could bring her lips, first to the softness of Jane's
stomach, and then her thighs, and, with a sudden motion, she pressed her lips
to Jane's cunt, now open and wet. I wanted Jane to return the favor - I have
always loved the image of two women in a sixty-nine position - but I could
tell she was enjoying herself much too much with the sensation of Carla's
exploring tongue, and she relaxed, letting only her hand explore Carla's body.

I became aware of your hand rather insistently holding my cock, and I
looked down to see yours. I suddenly needed to have you in my mouth, and I
slipped down in front of you, trying to twist - not very effectively - so that I
could still see the women, and took you in. I sucked at you for a moment or
two, and you pushed me away. As I got up, I could see that Jane was
beginning the spasms of a climax. I loved watching her come, and I stopped
to watch, as you did. Carla's head was moving sensually between her thighs,
Jane's hands were holding her tenderly. Her nipples were larger than I had
ever seen them, as she cried out softly.

As she collapsed, I suddenly felt your lips closing around my stiffened
penis, and I looked down. Your eyes were closed, your hand on me, your lips
open, and you let me slide into your mouth. It was an exquisite moment. I
thought somewhat desperately that I would love to hold this moment forever,
and recognized that I often felt that at this moment when Jane took me in her
mouth. I was pleased that it was the same.

Despite my protests, you kept sucking me until I came. I was startled
to see my cum on your lips. It seemed incredibly erotic.

After I collapsed, Jane came up and sat with me on the couch, and we
watched, entranced, as you fucked Carla, delicately, tenderly, reaching an
incredible pitch. I loved to see your cock, that I had loved to taste, buried in
her beautiful body, slipping out through the soft hairs.

I wanted to kiss her there again, but I didn't have the energy, and Jane
and I watched and waited as you came, and then she came. It was an
incredible evening.