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  1. Just as we were leaving a club visit, my husband and I met a couple we thought we might like. The she, and I as well, were both dressed in what I think is the very best type of club wear: a dress that revealed little and suggested a lot, with a top loose enough that you could reach right in and fondle. Reach in and touch me! The boys, well you know how boys dress for a club. So we invited them over to our house one Saturday. The expectation was that if we hit it off, we'd spend some or all of the weekend playing. And if not, well, it would just be a Saturday with drinks and barbecue. I made lunch for everyone and then we went out back to our pool, stripped off and swam for a while. Sitting on the edge of the pool Betsy - that was her name, how old fashioned - was stroking her husband Tom's dick, which was thin and nicely long. I was wondering how good a time it could give me. Might be just right for anal. He started fondling her breasts while she continued stroking his dick. He's lean, like his dick, while Betsy has some plumpness to her, so her breasts are plenty big. (I'm a B-cup and happy with it.) Husband Bobby was gently stroking my upper arm and I was feeling really good. I remarked that if I started stroking Bobby like Betsy was stroking Tom, he'd be squirting before long. Betsy told us that Tom was slow to come, so he could give a woman a really good fucking before he was done. This led to them telling us their favorite way of making love. With only a little kissing for preliminaries they would go right at it in whatever position they fancied at the moment. They would stay in that one position instead of switching around and bang away while she had a few small orgasms and then when she got going into a big one, that would set him off and they would come at just about the same time, that classic romantic ideal which most people don't actually experience too often. That would be, they said, about fifteen or twenty minutes of really enjoyable sex, which they found deeply gratifying. By this point anyone who knew me would recognized that I was quite flushed. My cheeks glowing and my nipples rosy. Just call me Rudolph. Bobby was fully erect, so I reached over and gave him a squeeze. Sure enough he was as hard as could be and I bet if I asked him he'd say he was at the point of being so hard it was painful. I could feel I was plenty wet and it took an effort for me to not put a finger in the pie. We were both ready to go but the name of the game at this point was to show and tell, or tell anyway. And anticipation is a lot of the fun, so I just sat on my hands and thought exciting thoughts. We couldn't be more different, as Bobby and I told them. We both usually came quickly so we were careful to draw out our love-making to extend the pleasure. That's especially important for me, 'cause I'm the one-and-done type. Once I've had my big O, it takes me almost as long to be ready for more action as a typical guy. That's part of how Bobby and I are so sexually compatible: we do it and then if we want more, we're both ready at about the same time. I told them that the reason I like to go to clubs was to meet guys like Tom who could give me a lot of dick action. I'm plenty in love with Bobby and feel great sexual fulfillment in making love with him, but when it comes to complete gratification I'm after what I can't get at home, a fucking that just goes on and on and on with nothing but dick. (Why does Bobby like to go to clubs? Well, you'd have to ask him, but I'd say it's two things: Breasts. And he just likes to fuck other women, bless him. At a club, if I'm satiated I can just watch him fuck other women all night, with a big grin on my face. The more of them he does, the more proud I am to be married to such a man who can please all those women.) Our love making, as we told them, might last thirty to forty five minutes or even up to an hour. (Though, as you might imagine, on days we were tired from work, we'd let a quickie suffice.) When we're into big time love making, say a Sunday afternoon, we might screw for nearly an hour before we let ourselves come. Doze in a nap for a while, wake up and have fun again. Twice might be a typical Sunday, three times good, four times is our personal best, as they say. Although there was a lot of variety in the way we did sex together, Bobby and I described a typical scenario. We'd begin with a lot of hugging kissing, either before we undressed or right after. That would warm us up and we'd begin a mess of massaging and caressing with some fondling tossed in. We'd make sure we didn't fondle enough to make things come to a conclusion too early. All this kissing and massaging and caressing would gradually move us to a fever pitch until we were so excited we could die. Then Bobby would move down and put his face on my femininity and work me over with his lips and tongue. This would keep me going higher and higher, while his own sex calmed down a little. He would work me over until I came. This would usually be a fantastic big O, just what I needed. Unlike what Betsy described about herself, I rarely had more than one orgasm, so it was important that the one I had was a really good one. Bobby and I had learned to orchestrate things just right so that I got the satisfaction that I wanted and needed. Things didn't always go just right but if it all came together, I would have a wild screaming orgasm that would leave me stunned and panting for a bit. It was not unusual for me to see stars and have my head swimming. (I'd been even known to pass out for a bit, which scared the bejezus out of Bobby when we first were dating. I had to teach him a lot about how to do oral just right.) After I calmed down a little, Bobby would pull himself up, kiss me deeply and plunge into me. After all the sex that we were doing this would be where we would begin to actually fuck. We would fuck away delightfully and before long Bobby would come. He couldn't be in me for very long before he would start coming, sometimes as soon as he entered me. This was why we did such a long drawn out make-out session so that he, and I, had lots of sexy excitement before things finished. When we were done, both of us, we were done and if we wanted lots of pleasure we had to get it on the building-up to our orgasms. At this point Betsy had a quizzical look on her face. She asked me that if I came quickly and was one-and-done how would I want someone like her Tom who can fuck long and keep going seemingly all night. I told her it seemed like a contradiction but I said that those really big Os that killed me, that even made me pass out, that made me feel really fulfilled almost mostly came with Bobby going down on me. That was my fulfillment, my love, my deep meaning. But with someone else, like I hoped her Tom would be, I can get a whole different and delightful experience. And with that sort, I never screamed, I never passed out, and I rarely had what I thought of as The Big O. What I did have was a lot of pleasure and yes I would often have a series of small orgasms, but it was never what I had with Bobby. That was the point, wasn't it? To have something different? All this sexy talk, not to mention Betsy stroking her Tom and Bobby & I watching had us all getting interested in doing something. In fact I'd lost my self-control and had been fingering myself discreetly. It had emerged from our conversation that each of us had a touch of the voyeur in us as well as some bit of exhibitionist and also that none of us had a problem with juxtaposing sex-for-love with sex-for-play, which as you know can be a problem in world of play. So we mutually made a rather odd decision that we would begin watching each other, in turns, the other couple making love, spouse to spouse. Not what you'd expect to be the kick-off of what was expected to be a play date. To figure out who would go first we played a round of water polo in the pool. Tom and Betsy, who won got to decide. They declared that Bill and I should go first. Perform first. For their viewing pleasure. And so we began. We shortened our routine, to not make it drag out too long. It went pretty much as I described before. From time to time I would glance over and see how Tom and Betsy were enjoying the scene. As things were going along, I saw that they had moved to some doggy action as they watched us. Then Bobby began taking me higher and higher and that was all I knew. We finished and rinsed our sweat off in the pool and with a smirk we told them it was our turn to watch them. Bill and I found watching them a lot of fun and pretty soon we were fingering each other keeping time to Tom and Betsy. By the time they finished Bobby and I were thrilled and excited by the performance. I grabbed Bobby, laid him down on a towel and began to ride him, cowgirl style, one of my favorites. For both of us it was awfully soon to be getting off again, but sure enough, in the thrill of the experience, we both did. We all retired to the house for an afternoon nap. When we woke up, we negotiated the rules of engagement, what was OK and what was off limits; what required condoms and what didn't. Bobby and Betsy were mellow but Tom and I were both feeling frisky. Like a gentleman he asked me what would I like and I told him doggie style. (Anal was what I rather wanted, but it seemed too soon to ask for that.) He went at me nicely with a good even-tempered medium rhythm. It felt very nice. We continued and I was really enjoying myself. While Tom and I were going at it, Bobby and Betsy watched and fondled each other. I thought that was kind of sweet. Tom kept his steady pace with me, which I found suited me to a tee. Even at the end, when he came, there was hardly a crescendo, so good was he at not breaking the even rhythm. I really liked it and it was so nicely a change from those guys who have to pound you to get off and think they have to prove themselves with some roughness. I liked Tom and I knew I was going to want to play with him many times in the future. Maybe a lover like him was all I might need to supplement Bobby. Time would tell. Betsy and I hadn't talked much and yet it seemed like we'd become buddies already. We went into our kitchen together to start fixing a dinner for the four of us. The boys opened some beer and wine. The night was young and all of tomorrow was there before us. Betsy whispered to me that she really wanted to do me. Why whisper? We were all here for some crazy sex! Even though I wasn't particularly fond of girl-on-girl, the thought of it made me wet again. Maybe her whispering made it seem naughty and so exciting. Dunno. So I whispered back, let's go! Betsy and I fixed a nice simple dinner that we all enjoyed. Nothing fancy, a salad, spaghetti with sauce out of a bottle, oven heated garlic bread, beer and wine. Over dinner we recapped the day so far and agreed that we really liked each other. Betsy loudly announced that first thing after dinner she was going to lick me like I'd never been licked before. She and I left the boys to clean the dishes and also build a toasty fire in our fireplace while she and I stripped off and lay down on the living room rug. She went right at me and she was right, I'd never been licked like that before. After all, women understand it better than men, and I'd never had a woman really go at me like that. She began quite nicely, making me feel really good. Then it got better. And better. Eventually I was bucking hard and I heard myself screaming. Then I was gone. No longer there. Lights out. When I woke up, Betsy and Tom were ministering to me - they'd been really scared by my passing out and Bobby, who was used to me going unconscious, wasn't able to convince them that all was well; better than well. Betsy and Tom were kind and considerate, but I gently shooed them off, letting them know that I was quite OK; better than OK. It was the really big smile on my face that finally convinced them that I'd had a great time. Bobby told me that I had been out longer than he'd ever known me to, so he knew that I'd really gotten what I came for. After some drinks all around, Betsy and Tom got over being frightened by what I'd done and they all got quite cozy. I was still a touch woozy, no surprise, so I just sat by the fire, luxuriating in the warmth and my own after-glow and watched the three of them play. While they played, I amused myself. Then we all decided maybe it was time to retire and rest. None of us were the play-all-night types and we'd each had wonderful, wonderful action. So we went to bed, to sleep and rest, in separate bedrooms; Bobby and I; Tom and Betsy. As soon as Bobby and I hit the bed, we were ready to talk over the day's adventures, pillow talk of the best kind. What was good, what was best, what was not so good. What do you think of our guests? Any problems, any reservations, any uncertainty about how tomorrow might unfold? Could these be long-term friends and playmates? Who had the better time, you or me? And then the biggie, the thing you always have to keep an eye out for: Any hints of jealous feelings coming up? Danger to a couple in the lifestyle and always needs constant monitoring. Hints of jealousy and you back away and repair the damage, for sure. And do you see any problems with them liking us? All those things we wanted to talk about, a postmortem on the day - but instead we both just fell asleep, a deep, grateful, satisfying and satisfied sleep. Sometime during the night, I was gently awakened and there were Betsy and Tom. Without a word, Betsy took me by the hand and led me to her room, while Tom crawled into bed with Bobby. And so the rest of the night went. In the morning we all woke hungry and feeling well-fucked. But I'd been dreaming of anal with Tom so I sent Bobby off to show Betsy where things were for fixing breakfast and then I took Tom in hand to do what a long and thin dick does best. Although having a girl eager for anal should be enough of a treat for any man, since we were headed for what I wanted, I felt I owed him every man's favorite, a blow job, so we began that way. I've never been particularly good at it and he wasn't enjoying it that much, so we decided to get down to what I wanted. He started me off positioned doggy style, which was good, but after a while I wanted to watch the face of the man who was doing me so I insisted we switch to the way gays do it, face to face, me on my back with my pelvis curled up, Tom hovering over me with his night stick up my rear. I don't think he was really enjoying this all that much either, at least not as much as I was, it being early morning after a night of a lot of sex and all, but he was a trooper and gave it to me good until I was satisfied. I don't know if he came, but I sure did, maybe more times in a row than I had done in a long time. For him, well, maybe he's just a hard guy to please or maybe I'm not the right play partner for him. But still I loved that anal and would want more in the future. It was really nice, he had the right strokes and he was sized just right. I found myself thinking that I hoped this couple didn't tire of us, because each of the two of them had given me some of the best sex I'd had outside my marriage, maybe ever. I didn't want to blow it by being too eager or too hungry for their attention. Over a nice pancake breakfast we began planning the rest of our day. For lunch we'd do the barbecue we'd neglected to do on Saturday and see how much swimming, napping, fucking, and horsing around we could fit into the day. Betsy complemented me on how well I'd done her during the night, which I now didn't even remember, except perhaps as part of a misty dream. She asked me to do her again and I agreed particularly figuring that this time I would remember it. We left the boys to clean up breakfast while she and I retired to a bedroom. She tasted good and I liked doing her. Then she went down on me. They told me I was out for a full half hour, which I really don't believe. But I do know that I was woozy and foggy and limp for much of the rest of the morning. My circuits had been fried and my body needed to do some electrical repair work for the rest of the morning. I didn't dare go into the water at our pool, leat I do something stupid like breath in a bunch of water and half drown. So while everyone else played three-man water polo and horsed around in the pool, I spent the rest of the morning lying on a chaise by the side of the pool watching them and languidly playing with myself. From time to time, Bobby came over to keep me company. I like to pet him. I worship his penis. It's the source of my pleasure and gratification. It's a key to our relationships with our social friends. And when the time is right it will give me the gift of children. So it is very dear to me. When I have it in my mouth, I treat it with great reverence. I continued relaxing and watching the three of them horsing around while gently keeping myself warm and moist. The only time I got excited and came was while watching Bobby take a stiff one up his ass, which he later told me was the first time since his school days, that era of sexual experimentation. There's something kinda fun about watching that sort of action. One guy shoves it in and the other guy goes boing erect. One guy does some pounding and the other guy starts squirting. It's like watching mechanical toys in action. I don't know if Bobby is going to want to take it in the ass in the future but if and when he does, I want to be there to watch. I really didn't recover my brightness of mind and spunk until we had our barbecue lunch and the good food revived me. Then instead of sitting on the side lines I was ready to try to be the life of the party. Among other things, I got the rodeo blue ribbon as cowgirl of the day for wild rides I took on both Tom and Bobby. Betsy brought out a double dildo she'd brought in her over-night bag, for me to ride her with too. We both liked it a lot. The full tale of the afternoon deserves a lot of description here, but I think I'm running out of steam as an amateur author so I'm going to pause for a while and cover Sunday afternoon and evening later. I'll just say that this weekend left us being very different people than we were when it began. Until I return with more story, signed me Kwk2Cum&Cum2Kwk, 'cause I really am quick to come and sometimes I do come too quick.
  2. I'm very bi and my husband Bobby goes bi a little. We just introduced ourselves to the board by posting a story about our weekend with new friends. (Silly me, I kept mixing up the pseudonym I use for my husband, calling him Billy in some places and Bobby in others. Don't worry about that.) I don't know if we'll be doing more bi-on-bi action or not; it's fine by me, but more experimental for Bobby. We'll see how it goes. Until then, it's me, Quick to Come and Come too Quick
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