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Exploring New Territory

It was definitely one of the best sessions of love making in our married life. I dropped to the mattress, exhausted, spent and quite happy. My wife, Diane, was beside me, still panting heavily, her breasts rising and falling as she did so. She glanced over at the clock and asked “How long did we…?”

“At least an hour,” I told her. “Maybe longer. It was great!”

In the early years of our marriage, I found that fantasies helped make my wife more amorous. Not all fantasies worked, though. Telling her about a fantasy involving a threesome with another woman was like tossing a bucket of ice water on her. More effective were fantasies that involved a threesome with another man or a foursome with another couple. My wife had been a virgin until only a few weeks before our marriage and the idea of being with another man seemed to excite her. I also learned that fantasies are like spices in cooking. A little enhances the experience but too much ruins everything so I was careful not to bring up my fantasies too often. My wife always denied having fantasies of her own which I could not believe to be true. No amount of wheedling or cajoling could get her to admit she fantasized let alone share one with me. When I told her mine, asking her if she would like something like that she would always say “No”, telling me she had never thought about being with another man and had no interest in doing so. That was what she said but her passion in the subsequent sexual romps told me differently.

The sexual marathon we had just finished was brought about by a new fantasy of mine which was a modification of one that I never shared with her. The untold fantasy was about me fucking her best friend from high school, Janet. My wife didn’t enter the picture at all except to approve of the coupling. My wife is pretty. Janet is drop-dead gorgeous and anytime I saw her (or just a picture of her) I would think “Oh, my God, please, just once!” We relocated from North Carolina, where my wife grew up, to New England and only saw Janet and her husband a few times when we travelled back to see friends and relatives. This year was different. Randy’s work was sending him to visit one of the company’s branches in Hartford which would allow them to spend two nights with us. I transformed my fantasy about Janet visiting us by herself and fucking me to one that included her husband. My wife denied liking the fantasy and she said she was not interested in trading spouses but her actions in the bedroom clearly showed it had aroused her. I wondered if I could get her to transform my fantasy into our reality. I tried to bring up the subject the next day but she refused to talk about it. There was no sex following the abortive attempt and I questioned my wisdom in bringing the subject up so soon.

Two weeks passed with no sex even though I tried to get her to several times.

Finally, the night before Janet and Randy were to arrive, she suddenly became playful while we were washing and drying dishes. I rushed her into the bedroom and we practically tore the clothes off each other. Once we were both naked, standing by the bed, she pushed me back. I lay down and figured she was about to mount me cowgirl style when I got a great surprise. She bent over my hard cock and took it into her mouth. The reason this was a surprise was that Diane doesn’t give blowjobs. Ever. She tried once, when we were first married and hated it. She had stopped within seconds of starting and I never asked her for one again. So, looking at the top of my wife’s head as she sucked and stroked was almost a novel experience for me and, for a novice, she was doing okay, although her tongue could have been more involved and she didn’t take me very deep inside her mouth. She worked on me for several minutes and I resisted blowing my load in her mouth or even on her. I was not sure how she would react to that. She told me to move further onto the bed. I did as told and she climbed over me getting into position for sixty-nine. My tongue went to work on her clitoris and her pussy was quite wet for just having begun. Her excitement had to have started sometime earlier and for some reason. I wasn’t going to interrupt the fun to ask, though.

As I happily licked away with pussy juice running down my cheeks and chin, Diane stopped for a moment and asked “Are you going to come?”

“This way, you mean? I could. Do you want me to?” The quality of the blowjob would not have merited an orgasm in ordinary circumstances but this was a first for us and that drove me to the edge.

“Yes,” she sighed. “Come in my mouth.” She went back to work and I stopped resisting the urge to explode. She got her wish a few seconds later and rolled off me. I sat up and looked at her, wondering what she would do with the load in her mouth. She returned my gaze, eyes gleaming, swallowed and smiled.

“Not as bad as I expected,” she told me.

I promptly and deliberately walked out onto thin ice. “Are you going to do that to Randy?”

Her head tilted slightly. I tried to read her thoughts from her facial expressions but couldn’t. There was a long silence before she asked “Would you be okay with that?”

“I would be fine with whatever you wanted to do or not do. It is up to you. Of course, Janet and Randy would have to go along with it.”

“I don’t think they will have a problem with it. I’ll talk to Janet when she gets here,” she promised.

Janet and Randy drove up from Hartford, arriving early Friday evening. I gave Janet a brother-sisterly hug and a kiss on the cheek, hoping that she would grab my ass or do something to show that she had agreed to play around. It didn’t happen. The same with the hug exchanged between Randy and Diane. When he and I shook hands, I looked him in the eye and there was no sign of excitement at what could happen. I was let down.

We made dinner for them and, when the main course was finished, the wives shooed us into the living room after pouring cups of coffee.

“We will be bringing dessert in soon,” my wife promised us, with a wink at me. We had made an apple crisp and I wondered why she had winked.

I took a seat on the couch, Randy sat on the love seat and we talked sports and politics. I had begun to wonder what was taking the women so long when they entered, my wife in the lead. Neither she nor Janet was carrying anything. Diane had a big smile and gave me a quick thumbs up which Randy noticed and asked about.

“I think it means dessert is here,” I told him as calmly as I could. My heart was pounding and my cock had flown to attention.

“WE are dessert!” Janet told him while laughing. “Diane is yours, I am his.” As I later learned, the interlude between the meal and the “dessert” was the only time that Diane had to talk to Janet in private. If the deal had gone south, we would have ended up with apple crisp and the men would never have known the difference.

I watched Randy’s face as doubt, confusion, enlightenment and excitement crossed it. “You’re kidding, right? I hope not!”

“Just watch us,” Janet answered, moving to me and placing her hand on my groin. Her eyes widened when she realized that I was ready to go.

Randy stood up to embrace my wife when Diane said “Not here. In the bedrooms. Separate bedrooms. Condoms are in the night stands.” I hadn’t thought about condoms and realized my wife must have bought some at some point earlier. The separate rooms were not in accordance with the fantasy I had told her but when you ask for the world and get half of it, you really cannot complain. On second thought, it was like the untold fantasy with just me and Janet together. I took Janet’s hand and told her we would go to the guest bedroom. I let her go past me so that I could admire her fine ass on the way there. Once in the room, I left the door open and she didn’t ask me to shut it or close it herself. Janet turned to me, put her arms up around my neck and we kissed, my cock rubbing against her abdomen. I ran my hands through her hair, down her neck and back to her ass.

The kiss ended. We looked into each other’s eyes as I unfastened the buttons of her blouse, taking my time with each, feeling the softness of her full breasts as I worked my way down. Once they were all open, we removed the blouse and kissed some more.

My hands moved to her pants. I unfastened the waist band and opened the zipper, enjoying the feel of my hand against her lower abdomen as it moved towards the object of my desire. Janet slipped her thumbs inside the waist and wiggled the pants off. I stepped back a bit to watch as they passed her hips and then her panties. I sighed.

I stepped back in, kissing her again and nuzzling her neck while undoing her bra. It hit the floor in the pile with her other clothes. I placed my hands on her full breasts, rubbed them, kissed them and sucked on her erect nipples.

Janet suggested that I should lose some clothing, too, so I let her help me off with my shirt and trousers. As she got the trousers off, she took time to take my cock out, kissing and sucking it briefly.

I knelt down to lower her panties, enjoying seeing them expose her soft, black pubic hair and then her delectable vulva already slightly swollen and reddish. Once the panties were completely off, I put my head up to her groin. She parted her legs and I began to lick while slipping off my shorts. When they were gone, I motioned for her to move to the bed where she sat on the edge and I dove back in. She held my head as I licked and sucked on her, the juices flowing freely down my face. Her soft sighs turned to low moans as I kept at it.

“Oh, God! You are so GOOD at that!” she cried as she came.

Through the open door, I could hear noise from down the hall as my wife and Randy played hard. Giggles soon turned to moans followed by a thudding as the headboard was slammed repeatedly against the wall. They were way ahead of us.

I stood up, pulled out a condom and donned it. Janet was leaning back on her arms, watching me, her legs open and inviting. Once ready, I climbed on the bed and she motioned for me to lie on my back. She knelt over me, sucked and stroked my cock which was as hard as it could ever be, before she swung one leg over me and impaled herself upon which her eyes rolled back a little and she smiled.

She sat on me, straight up, her hands on her gyrating hips, her full breasts swaying slightly with the motion. She kept her eyes on me the whole time, her face radiant with pleasure. Janet came for a second time. I sat up, put my arms around her and moved her on to her back. Her head was sticking beyond the edge of the bed. I slid my dick back into her and began pounding her hard. I was up above her body, watching her face and bouncing boobs. Janet lifted her head, obscuring my view of her face, to watch my cock sliding in and out of her. I saw movement in front of me and glanced up to see Randy, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, watching me drill his wife in the bed they were about to share for the night. He said nothing, she didn’t see him and I didn’t alert her to his presence. I also noticed that my wife was absent.

I came explosively and Janet’s head dropped back off the side of the bed. Then she saw her husband.

She giggled “Oh, hi, hon! We just got done.” She rolled and I moved out of the way to let her turn to her stomach. Randy came into the room, I got up and scooped up my clothes. I bent over to kiss Janet, thanking her in a whisper.

As nonchalantly as possible, I asked how it went with my wife.

“Great!” he said, “but not nearly as long as you two.”

I left and found Diane in our bedroom, sitting on the bed, still completely naked. I asked how it had been for her.

“Great!” she exclaimed with gleaming eyes. “He’s bigger than you! But he went a little too quickly for me and was done before I was even close.” I didn’t really need to hear the size comparison but I could do something to make up for Randy’s speed.

I went down on her. As I was about to start licking, I suddenly realized that I had my face precisely where Randy’s hard dick had been only minutes before. My imagination kicked into overdrive and put me right by her pussy watching his hard member thrusting in and out of her. My cock stiffened much sooner than I had expected, spurred on by this vision. I heard my wife moaning with pleasure each time he got balls deep on her. He increased the tempo from the slow and easy the way my wife likes to start to a rapid, hard pounding, causing her to call out even louder. I saw the head of his cock as it nearly pulled out of my wife followed by a deep, quick slam into her. I even imagined me putting my hand on the front of his cock just to feel his load shooting up his shaft. Cum began oozing out as he pulled back. My mind’s eye called for a reality check. He used a condom so no cum would be there. Imagination ignored reality and my hands ran across the bed feeling for a wet spot. There was none to be found. I heard my wife orgasm, both in my imagination and in the real world as a result of my tongue’s work on her, her hands pulling my head against her as my fantasy insisted that she had grabbed his ass and kept him going through her prolonged climax.

My wife was finished but I was hard again and ready to continue. I moved up and began to fuck her, skipping the slow and easy part. She was fine with that and urged me to come quickly. I obeyed then rolled over and fell asleep.

When I woke in the morning, my wife was in her night shirt, sleeping soundly. I got out of bed quietly, donned a bathrobe and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. I had just poured out my first cup when Randy entered the kitchen. I heard the bathroom door close and that told me Janet was up, too. I poured Randy a cup and we sat at the kitchen table as I heard the shower running.

“Janet says you are great at giving head.”

I didn’t know what to say. I think comparisons don’t serve a useful purpose. I certainly had not wanted to hear Diane tell me that Randy has a bigger dick. Unless the information is useful to change something (and dicks don’t get bigger despite all the ads to the contrary) there is no point in mentioning it. At a loss for words, I decide to make a joke of it.

“So, you want me to teach you how to go down on a woman?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Yes,” he responded quickly. His face showed he was quite serious.

“You’ll need someone to practice on. Diane is still sleeping and you do NOT want to see her when she first wakes up. I guess it will have to be Janet.” I relished the thought of going down on her again and my stiffening cock insisted that it wanted a piece of the action, too.

Janet came out of the shower wearing a nightgown and we told her that the Sexual Techniques 101 class would begin in the living room right away. She was a little confused but, once we told her what we had in mind, she readily agreed to be the subject.

Janet walked into the living room, shed her nightgown and sat in the middle of the couch. I dropped my bathrobe to the floor, got on my knees between her legs and began the demonstration. Randy stripped off the pajama bottoms he was wearing and I could not help but notice his thick, eight inch tool pointing to the ceiling.

After demonstrating on Janet for two minutes, I asked Randy if he understood what to do and he said he did. He took my place between his wife’s legs and, under my coaching, licked and finger-fucked her. I stood up close to Janet. She took my cock in hand and stroked me for awhile before taking me in her mouth while Randy munched away until Janet came. We switched places again and she performed oral on her husband but, this time, I was more interested in fucking her.

“I can go get a condom in the bedroom unless you’ll let me fuck her bareback.” Randy shrugged and said it was fine by him so long as Janet said it was okay.

Her response was “Fuck me! Now!”

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and plunged into her. Randy, still getting his cock sucked, watched as my piston kept pumping his wife until she came again. I followed soon after and, too late, began to get concerned about cum dripping onto the couch.

The class was over and we went back to the kitchen to find Diane there at the table drinking coffee. “Am I going to get some, too or do I have to wait?” she pouted. I picked her up over my shoulder and carried her to our bedroom, waving Randy to follow. I gently tossed Diane on the bed, climbed up and helped her out of her nightshirt. Randy got on the bed two and tried out his newly acquired oral skills on my wife while I kissed her and rubbed her breasts. Janet watched from the doorway. Diane began squirming as Randy’s tongue brought her to the brink. She pushed on his head and told him to fill her cunt with his cock. Since he had let me unload in his wife, I returned the favor. The vision from the night before when I watched Randy’s imaginary cock thrusting into my wife became real. I watched as he moved his engorged cock to my wife’s waiting and willing pussy. He moved the head up and down her slit several times before sliding in and Diane gasped as he did so.

He entered her slowly and, at one point, Diane grabbed and squeezed my thigh, calling “Oh! That is too DEEP!” Randy eased back a little and began short, slow thrusts to open up the new territory. I chuckled to myself thinking “He boldly goes where no cock has gone before.” Eventually, she was able to take all of him inside her without further complaint and with an eagerness which was rare if not unprecedented.

I remained by my wife’s head, my eyes glued to spot where the copulating couple were joined, him pushing in, her pushing back, withdrawing and repeating. As they picked up the pace, I moved to behind him, getting low so I could see from a vantage point more like what I had imagined the previous night as he plowed her (although I was not going to put my hand on him). Diane came quickly and loudly, bucking under Randy. He kept going until cum oozed down his cock, my wife’s ass and onto our mattress. He pulled out and my wife lay there dripping a mixture of his and her bodily fluids.

“That was good. Very good.” she whispered. “You guys can leave now. I am going back to sleep.”

Once Diane finally re-awoke and showered, she took Janet out to raid as many stores as possible. Randy and I spent the late morning playing squash at a local club. The women were back when we returned and, after lunch, I settled on the couch for a nap, a little worn down from the morning’s activities.

We went out to dinner that evening and, afterwards, got together in the living room for wine and chit-chat. We didn’t start talking about sex but it was inevitable and Diane started it when she asked “Are there sex positions for foursomes?” Everyone looked at me for some reason. Resident Perv, I guess.

I thought a second and said, “Well, there is one that comes to mind. The women get in a sixty-nine position…”

“Forget it!” Diane interrupted.

“There’s another with one guy on his back. One woman sits on his face, the other gives him a blow job while being fucked doggie style by the other guy.”

“Better but no,” Janet chimed in, “anything else?”

“Daisy chain.”

That one seemed to satisfy everyone for a start, so we shed our clothes and got on the floor. Randy buried his face in Diane’s twat while she started sucking on me. I went down on Janet while she performed oral on her husband. Diane’s mouth and tongue got busy really fast and I could not help but notice the difference from the last time (and only time) she had given me a blow job.

I lifted my head from the tasty task at hand and said “Hey! Did I miss out on the Sex Techniques 102 class, Giving Blow Jobs?” This was greeted by general laughter. Yes, there had been an afternoon session while I was out. Diane was a quick learner.

I buried my face in Janet again. After several minutes, we all reversed so I was going down on Diane, etc. Several more minutes passed then Diane moved away from me. I looked up to see her moving to all fours, Randy scrambling to get behind her. I tapped Janet’s shoulder and motioned for her to follow suit, positioning her so that she was next to my wife, but not head next to ass. Thus, my wife’s head was far enough back so that I could see her face while Randy was fucking her and he could better watch his wife getting it from me.

Diane came first with almost a scream and she dropped to the carpet, head and boobs on the floor, her butt still in the air with Randy pounding out a final few. He pulled out and launched a jet of jism across her ass, back, neck, into her hair and beyond her head. If his aim had been off just a little, it would have hit me. This set off a reaction in my balls and I soon unloaded inside Janet. She kept going for awhile and I was hard pressed to maintain an erection long enough for her to come, but I held in there until her moans turned into one very long one and she was done.

We all moved to the master bedroom and its king sized bed but we just ended up sleeping with the mixed couples in spoon positions facing each other. We ended up sleeping later than usual. On waking, I grabbed my bathrobe and Diane donned one of hers while naked Janet and Randy went to their room to put something on. I went to the kitchen to make a hearty breakfast while the other three took their coffee mugs to the living room. I was busily cracking eggs, dicing onions and frying bacon when I heard giggling from the living room. “More play time with me absent,” I thought sadly.

On entering the living room, I saw Janet and Randy seated next to each other on the couch, both naked once more and Randy had a hand busy playing with Janet’s pussy. My wife was standing back to in front of Randy, bent way over and looking backwards through her legs. One hand was on the floor to steady her and the other hand was somewhere between her legs. I guessed she was masturbating herself for Randy, something I had asked her to do often but she had always refused.

Diane looked up and saw me watching her. She giggled and said “I’m being a bad girl!”

I told her she could be as bad as she wanted and it would not upset me. I flopped onto the love seat to see the others across the room. Diane dropped to all fours and crawled across the carpet to me, keeping her eyes on me, moving like a jungle cat about to pounce on some unwary prey. When she got to me, she reached up and pulled my bathrobe open. My penis was stiffening but not nearly erect and she rectified that situation by taking me into her mouth. Janet joined us, stepping up onto the love seat with her feet on either side of me, offering me yet another taste of her. I obliged.

I heard Diane gasp and exclaim “Oh, you’re so HARD!” I certainly was but soon realized she was not talking to me. Randy had mounted her from behind as I learned when her body started being slammed into my inner thighs. Diane ceased sucking me to enjoy him inside her although her hand kept working my cock. After quite a few moans and calls to God, she came and resumed blowing me. Janet had once more drenched my face and got off the love seat. Randy had finished before Janet moved off my face since, when I saw him, his member was flaccid. I blew my load into Diane’s mouth a few moments later.

We headed off to shower, Janet joining me in the master bedroom’s separate bath, my wife and Randy taking the main bathroom. After that, I finished making breakfast and with no further sexual escapades our guests got in their rental car to head back to Hartford. We made promises to see each other more often and made tentative plans to spend a vacation together at Hilton Head. As they drove off, Diane, leaning against me, looked up and said “I really don’t have fantasies of my own, but this one of yours was just marvelous. Tell me some of your other ones!”

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