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I could see his partner as she coyly looked us over, peeking over his shoulder as they continued their kiss. Our eye contact was clear and we both shook our heads almost imperceptibly, yes, the obvious answer to the question already inferred. This time it was my hand that reached out and made contact with hers as she reached over him from the other side. Although it may have, in the end, been the two of us that confirmed the green light, as it were, when her male muse rolled over, it was each of our own partners that now lay closely, face to face on the red cushion. Linda reached out to touch him, lightly brushing the hair away that had fallen partially over his eyes. He did the same in return, her hair also having now partially obstructed the object of his attention.

He moved in now, his face closer, and she responded in kind, their lips meeting in middle ground, tender, exploratory. It was the first moment in our entire life together that I had seen her lips on another man, and perhaps counterintuitive to most, I in actuality, found it intensely erotic. Just the thought, more even, the knowing, of the exact feeling, how it would inspire him, infuse lust, inflame his need, his passion, for some reason, it shot away from my brain and hit my cock almost instantaneously. It actually jumped and I knew she felt it as it thickened and grew behind her. She responded on two fronts at once, reaching out to him, her hands through his hair and then around his neck while at the same time she moved back against me, her softness grinding against my cock even as her skirt rode up of its own accord showing more of her shapely thighs and exposing the upper portion of her black stockings. Her hand was behind his neck and then suddenly yet once again, her finger slid between another woman?s lips. The woman teased it just for me; slipping it between her pouty lips, licking and sucking it exactly as she clearly inferred would be her future connection to my body. Christ, I thought I might cum inside my pants right there.

The next motions seem a little blurry, but it took little effort to slide down off the cushion and crawl across the now happily engaged pair between us and then slide back up on the other side positioning over her to feel the full contact of our bodies as I partially settled my weight onto her soft frame. Her attire was not dissimilar to Linda?s; that being the correspondingly short skirt with the sexy stockings and also the soft silk blouse. Much as our partners just had, our lips also connected. She tasted sweet of flavored lip gloss, and I could smell the soft and alluring scent of her perfume that I somehow perceived drifted toward me from behind her earlobe. Her skin was soft, pure, not a sun worshiper, she obviously protected her body, and as we settled together, I could tell also that she took great care in all physical aspects, more fit than myself, but she in no way appeared put off by our differences. Linda was already a step or two ahead of my process of discovery, now having already mostly unbuttoned her new friend?s shirt, and she was planting light trailing kisses slowly down the front of his body as her fingers attended to the final button. His shirt fell open and I peeked over to them, wanting to judge her evaluation of her new man. He was different than me, smooth, almost no chest hair, and his skin was firm over his chest. He was fairly light skinned, well matched to his partner. The look on her face said it all? so far, so good. Wanting for some reason to keep a pace similar to Linda?s I also began to unbutton the blouse, now fully attentive to the woman in my arms. One by one the buttons gave way, and I also planted the same reverie of kisses on each inch of skin as the silk fell back, each attachment in its turn. Her bra was white, soft and lacy, cupping her breasts gently in place, her dark nipples presenting a visible contrast through the sheer fabric. I ran my hand across the lace, pausing over a hardened nipple, and in return hearing the softest moan that somehow thread its way through the various noise of the room to capture and tantalize my ears. Linda and the other man were still facing each other, side by side, and her blouse had now been opened as well, his hands now gently caressing her breasts and abdomen, learning and appreciating the sensual feel of her heated skin.

I slid back down to the bottom of the cushion, to her sexy open shoes which left her painted toes exposed. Kisses there; and I felt the shiver at the intimate contact. Her foot in my hand moving it closer to me, and she took it from there, brushing the slick sole lightly along the length of hardness that had become well defined under the front of my slacks. Then the reverse path, the front of her pump sliding, more firmly this time, upward from my heated balls, her toes a delicious sensation as they moved independently of her shoe. I took her foot and placed it so her heel was securely between my legs, the ball firmly planted on my cock, which now pointed skyward from under the fabric. Slowly I leaned in over her, my hands delivering a continuous sensual massage as they moved gradually from ankle, to calf, to knee, to thigh, until they reached the exposed skin just above her stockings. Her skimpy white panties were now visible under the skirt, and the mouth watering view I now enjoyed, blended together with the increasing pressure of my cock against her shoe, made me desire to fuck against the leather, still held as it was, firmly in place.

They say timing is everything. True or not, we all seemed intent on staying close together in our erotic exploration. Even while the woman had been teasing me with the placement of her sexy pump, Linda?s new partner had helped reposition Linda?s body in similar contour to that of his partner, the result that we both now knelt before the women. And while my massage had moved up over her leg, his lips had been completing a similar path, kisses, licks, and nibbles igniting Linda?s skin, the goose bumps visible even under her stockings. I now lowered the leg back down, already missing and longing again for the delicious pressure against my cock, but more intent now in my need to taste the nectar that I imagined flowed freely between her legs. My lips found the line above her stockings and I traced my tongue along the junction of nylon and skin. From this position I could breathe in the deliciously erotic scent of her arousal, and my mouth watered with the knowledge that in a moment I would taste the sweetest flavor of all, passion. It was hot and moist in the air, the overflowing of her arousal actually changing, charging the atmosphere inside the space of her aura.

He was closing in now toward the center of Linda?s pelvis and I knew it would be a considerable challenge just to slow down as he neared her moist panties. There would be no way his animal instinct, once ignited by the most delicious scent of her own wetness, would ever willingly stop, until his passion would be fully released, and I was just as certain that it would be the same for Linda. I was in my own advanced state of arousal as I drew nearer to her white panties, drawn by lust to taste, caress, and wholly please before diverging again. I lifted the soft fabric gently over to one side, still careful not to touch her, knowing the last few additional seconds of anticipation would serve to swell her desire even hotter. Then I moved forward, tip of tongue connecting with engorged skin, lightly caressing her outer lips as her legs instinctively closed around me holding me in place. I was in heaven and I new he would be as well, his feast of love also now moving forward with equal determination toward her pleasure.

We both knelt there, our prostration seeming as an act of devotion intimately dedicated to their full pleasure, an offertory of service no less sacred to a man than the whole of his life given in sacrament to his deity.

The women knew and understood the depth of masculine devotion being offered and they both in turn opened to us on every level, without reservation, willing now to both give and receive with no apprehension. When I looked up I saw the intensity in both their eyes, brows now set, pupils dilated in pleasure. Truth though, the most poignant moment for me when I saw the women?s hands tightly clasp hand in hand together, fingers intertwined, our energies now fully connected, shared, enmeshed. My partner clamped down first, her breath held as her body tightened, Linda felt it through their shared connection and she followed suit almost in the next moment. Both women released their stored energy, the full evening of building sexual tension now cascading beyond their bodies, washing into the room in waves of dynamic current. We both stayed there, committed, unwilling to leave our place of intimate service, until we were absolute in conviction that the women were ready for the respite. Our touch lightened as the women both floated back, taking their time, together, still hand in hand, as they gradually relaxed back into their own emotional space.

They finally began to rouse, both flashing their own unique smile of feminine completion and satisfaction and I sensed as well a growing commitment toward a quest of mutual return toward each of their now affirmed lovers. We both moved over the women, almost in unison, and were met with kisses. The soft lips were hot and wet, afterglow of her orgasm still bubbling up from somewhere deeper in her still engaged sexual core. She reached toward my cock even as we continued to kiss, teasing it with her gentle touch. She felt my hardness, the tactile exploration of my shape, feeling the intensity which emanated, the energy which pulsed there, ever reinforced by every beat of my heart. She led me along the slickness of her opening, spreading her wetness along my sensitive tip, and using my pulsing energy to again jump start her own.

When she knew my need was stoked to full intensity, she positioned me at her entrance and waited. It was a pause that I understood as an offering, patient, allowing me to feel, to have the moment as I would. My heart reached out to her in return, as I began to sink slowly inside her now welcoming opening to pleasure. Words cannot fully capture or describe how it feels to a man, the intensity of that first stroke when two bodies become one. Every nerve from the tip of my cock, along the shaft and deeper still, to the surrounding tissue that in turn radiated outward into my whole body, seemed in that moment to come fully alive and engaged. They danced excitedly across my skin joining together to create tiny ripples of pleasure that gained momentum, building into a tsunami of response that at last found its expression as an emotional shiver as I moved forward and deeper into her still excited pathway of pleasure. Backing out a little I prepared her for more, and she in turn opened her legs wider knowing that in the next moment I would be fully contained within her. My return, now deeper and fuller than before, produced a moan, and from within, her body stretched, and then massaged my cock from the most intimate hidden spaces inside. Her body reached out to join me, both of us seeming naturally well suited one to the other as we moved in matched pace together. I lifted her legs higher, placing her calves over my shoulder while pulling her closer over to the edge of the cushion, allowing for the fuller and more vigorous contact we now both craved. Within the strokes I could feel her motion as her pelvis rotated slightly, working in a small circle with each thrust, massaging and connecting with her inflamed canal at ever variable angles. I could also feel the resulting ripples of her physical excitement, as her pleasure spread like waves, outward and across her body. Looking for a moment over to Linda, I saw her face was beautifully painted in the glorious hues of pleasure. She was fully flush with color, subtle pinks and deeper shades of red, her excitement becoming the final bridge, her intimate chameleon response, her personal offering to the room. She was now intimately connected, joined, a full member of this sensual congregation, her deepest offering now given from within in this final act of belonging. I realized that we were both, in fact, mirroring this same aura, this rainbow display of passion red, each in our own way absorbing, and in return amplifying, transmitting the passionate erotic energy back into the temple.

We offered our all, each to our personal alters of pleasure, our bodies, our intent, our longing, and our outpouring, offered freely up, each given to the others. No fear, no second guessing or ambivalence. No emotion or passion left in reserve, the openness and honesties of deep sexual communion, that I would imagine some never find, regardless of time spent in the search. It came to each of us somehow, naturally and freely, a simple desire to give, meted with an equal willingness to receive. And yes, we found our physical release, in full magnitude; passion, connection, salt, heat, wetness, and lastly, the shared and connected fall into bliss, each pulse of pleasure, magnified and shared in turn within our own erotic circle.

The light?

It doesn?t seem to bother me anymore, the rays of sunshine that stream into the room each morning. My life is more integrated now; no longer do I feel a conflict between the warmth of the day and the heat of the night. We have had the good fortune to again visit the gathering on occasion, and it seems like each time, we are witness to, and more than once, participant in, wonderful explorations of all things sensual. Perhaps someday I will confess more of our adventures enjoyed there. Sarah? Yes, she has become the closest of friends, in every way imaginable. I think however that story will be best shared someday by Linda. As for the white silk, I never saw her again. Now with the passing of time I have come to regard her more as apparition than flesh, more spirit guide than woman, and on some cosmic level, I understand that?s how it was meant to be.

It is true what they say ? Life really can change in an instant ? and for that?.

Be thankful.