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  1. The second story I wrote for my wife, like before , with “doubles", this time with two of me. Emboldened by the reception of the first, I gave her this second to read... The other me… I can’t believe it. You actually agreed when I suggested that my other join us. After all, there was the other you before, and it was amazing. I wonder if I will feel jealous, but then that is crazy. He is me in every way. When he appeared he looked just like me, just as I expected. I am sporting a two-day growth, and so was he. I had an idea. By the time we are ready to join you, he had shaved. He now looks like a younger me, a clean-faced me. A slightly different me. We nod to each other, just outside the door to our bedroom. We pull off our clothes and we knock and enter as I have done so many times. You sit at the end of our bed and stare at the two of us. Your eyes flick back and forth, taking in our faces (the same but different), our bodies. You smile shyly. I hold out a hand and you stand in front of us, wearing one of your cute little nighties. I take your hand and put it on me, and my other does the same. You have us now. Your little hands wrap around our cocks, so hard and hot and ready. And then, slowly, you begin to move your hands, causing us to groan and arch our backs. “I have two penises,” you say, hardly believing it, looking down at what is in your hands. “What will I do with two penises?” “I have some ideas,” I say. “I bet you do,” you say back with a little smirk. I reach out and start to run my hand down your back, down to you bottom. My other is touching your front: your breasts in particular. He squeezes one, then the other. He finds your nipples easily through the thin material. He makes them hard with his fingers. As we touch you, you start to pull on us harder. Too hard. We will both come too soon. I take your nightie and pull it up and over your head. My other takes your undies and quickly lowers them to your feet. You are as naked as us now. “Do you know what I want to do?” you ask. “What?” asks my other. “I want to snuggle with you two.” “Sure,” I say and pull you onto the bed. You are between us. You face me, kissing me. My cock is pushing urgently against your belly and you take it and slide it between your legs. You feel my other me behind you, his penis on your bottom, his lips on your shoulder. You shudder with his kisses, at just the right place. And then, unexpectedly, he slides between your legs also and soon the two of us are moving slowly and gently, sliding along your beautiful, wet slit, stimulating everything along the way as we do. After a few minutes we change sides. You turn over and start kissing the other me while I rub my whiskers on your shoulder and neck. My cock slides in behind, just as his takes my place in the front. But this is not enough, and soon my other pulls away and turns you onto your back and pushes your legs apart. He slides in between them and finds your pussy waiting for him at the end of his journey. I sit back and watch as he starts to lick you in long, luxurious strokes, stopping at your clit for a moment, rolling his tongue slowly around it. You shudder and moan at his ministrations. But I don’t want to be left out, so I start on your breasts, kissing them gently, finding your hard nipples ready for my tongue. And so the two of us kiss and lick you to the very edge of ecstasy. And beyond. You grab my other’s head and push him into you pussy as you start to spasm. You other hand is behind my head, pulling me down onto your breasts. You cry out and shake as your orgasm overtakes you. You look down at him, looking up at you with that wicked grin that is the same as mine. “I want you,” you tell him, and he obliges. He climbs up and places his cock at your entrance, and then pushes himself inside you. He slowly grinds himself against you, just the way you like it. “I want both of you,” you say between gasps. Grabbing my cock you pull me closer, taking me in your mouth as my other fucks you with an ever increasing intensity. I slide in and out of your mouth and it is a beautiful thing to behold. You push him off and push me down, bringing yourself down on my erection, grinding and lifting and dropping down on me. Behind you my other rubs himself on your backside, kissing the back of your neck. He reaches around and finds your clit and rubs it furiously, sending waves of pleasure through your body. And you are off me again. It is too intense. You slide down and offer your bottom to him as you take me back into your mouth. You taste yourself on me, but you do not stop. There are two penises inside you now, sliding in and out. The feeling is overwhelming and wicked. You suck me until I can take no more. I warn you and you pull away just in time, as my come erupts onto your neck and some onto your chin. Behind you, the other me is pumping hard into you, urgently trying to reach his own climax. He comes too, shooting deep inside you, wave after wave. He pulls out and I roll you over and dive between your legs, lapping up the evidence of my other, rubbing my whiskers over your delicious folds. The feeling of the two of us inside you had brought you near to the edge and I take you over. My other is kissing your tits and nipples, kissing your lips, biting and nibbling and sucking. You come a second time, harder this time, crying out like you are in pain or abandon, I cannot tell which. And then, when it is all over, you pull us up and against you, our bodies once again envelop you as you start to cool down and you breathing returns to normal. And then, between us, you fall into a light and contented sleep, feeling loved and adored like you never have before. The reception: She didn’t like the language. It was a little too much like porno for her. The content, she said, was perfectly fine! She challenged me to write with a more romantic vibe, which I will now do, with my next story. Interestingly, she mentioned again that she was thinking about giving up men and being with a woman, but she likes men too much. I shrugged and suggested that she "could do both, people do that, you know?"
  2. I posted my first story and will the second. I showed her the second, and she said that she didn't like the language and that it lacked some romantic feeling. The content, though, she had no objection to! She challenged me to write another story, but with nicer language and with the romantic vibe she suggested. Challenge accepted! As far as the homosexual issue, I read in 1co6:9 homosexual people (in many versions male) won't inherit the kingdom of God. Im not sure what that means but im sure it will be revealed in time. I'm reading Divine Sex (mentioned in an above post) and am finding it very interesting. I'm putting in a lot of thoughts in the margin so that when I ask my wife to read it, she'll see that I've given the book a lot of careful thought. Also, I asked her not to judge me or reject me for my desires or my thoughts and she agreed without reservation. I know she loves me, and she says that she doesn't share very well with others. Anyway, onward and upward...
  3. Recently my wife indicated that it would be fun to have two of me in the bed with her. She is a very conservative christian lady and hates adultery - but she says being with two of me would be okay. The suggestion was delivered with a little lift of the brows. It got my little devious mind turning over and I wrote this little story and gave it to her. What if, I suggested, there was two of HER instead?... I can't believe that this is happening - that it is even possible. There are two of you, the same, identical, but different in ways that I am yet to understand. One of you is shy, hesitant, the other returns my gaze with confidence, with a wicked little smile. I can tell who will be leading who astray. The other you stands before us, waiting. She knows that we are unsure, that we are in uncharted territory. She waits for one of us to speak. It is me. “We don’t know what to do,” I tell her, and her smile grows wider. She steps up and places a reassuring hand on both our arms. “Don’t worry,” she says quietly. “Just follow my lead.” I feel myself trust her, because she looks like you, sounds like you. I feel that I love her just like I love you. But she is also the unknown. She is the adventure that the both of us are afraid to take. She leans in and kisses me, gently on the lips, and then you. And then me again, harder this time, so hard that I find that I can barely breathe. When we break away I turn to you with a question on my lips, unsure of how you have taken me kissing another, even though she is you. I have no time to speak because your lips are on mind, taking the place of the other you. Your lips are soft and yielding, gentle and loving. The lips of my wife, that are sweet and unforgettable. These two kisses leave me breathless, but also amazed that they could be so different and so wonderful. So full of love and passion. And now there are two sets of hands pulling up my shirt, undressing me. One hand, and then two, grasp the growing bulge in my undies, squeezing me. I groan when I realize that you both have hold of me, one on my penis, and the other on my balls. Then, almost in an instant, my undies lie at my feet and my erection points out in front of me. Now your hands work together on my shaft, squeezing and pulling. I can barely stand. I pull away before things go beyond my control. I take hold of one of you, pull your nightie over you head. Your other helps me, takes hold of one side of your undies, helps me pull them down to your knees and lower. You are naked now and I take in the breathtaking sight of you. But there is the other you to undress. She waits, her wicked smile broader than before. I repeat what I did to you with her, pulling her nightie off, and then her undies in rapid succession. And now free of her clothing, she comes to you, takes you by the shoulders and pushes you down to your knees before me, and then follows suit. The two of you look up at me, one with trust and love, the other with lust and passion. The other you grasps my hard and twitching penis and squeezes it again, and then points it toward you, toward your mouth. You look up at me, unsure, and then, with encouragement from the other you, move forward and plant a kiss on my penis. Then the other you does something that surprises the both of us. She leans in and slowly licks along my shaft, up and down. Then she smiles at you and nods for you to do the same. Soon the both of you are licking up and down, stopping together at the end, at the head, licking and kissing and sucking. I shudder and shake, I groan at the wonderful sensation of it. I look down at the both of you and I almost come at the sight of the two of you working on me. The other you knows this. She senses that I am close and pulls you off and away, and back on your feet. She takes my hand and pulls it down between her legs and takes my other, guiding between yours. The two of you hold onto each other as my fingers move along the wet, delicate folds of your most intimate parts. You groan as I find your clitoris, slowly circling it with my finger. The other you shudders and shakes, leans over and puts her lips to your shoulder, biting gently as the sensations begin the overwhelm her. After several minutes she pulls me away from you both. “I think we’re ready,” she announces. “For what?” I ask nervously. “You’ll see,” she says. She takes me from you and throws me down on the bed, on my back. “You’re our slave,” she tells me. “We’re going to use you. And when we’re done, and only then, will you be allowed to come.” “But...” “Don’t talk,” she admonishes me. “Talking will only distract us. Anyway, you’re going to need to concentrate.” Then she takes you hand and leads you onto the bed, on your knees, next to me. “You first,” she says, and grabs hold of my penis, holding it up for you. You look down, your eyes full of confusion, and then you understand. You bring a leg over my hips and lower yourself down onto me, with your other self holding me steady. Slowly, slowly, until I am completely enveloped. And only then, once we are fully joined, does the other you take her hand away. All of this is intense and confusing, but still, you know what to do. Instinct takes over. You start to ride me, grind yourself down onto me. You start to use me as the other you intends. My hands find your ass, squeeze you exquisite bottom. I start to groan with the pleasure, but the other you has plans for me. Before I can utter a sound she brings a leg over my chest and brings herself up toward my face. There, in front of me, is her pussy, wet and sweet and hot. She lowers herself down onto my face, so that my lips touch her. I run my tongue through her delicate folds, savoring her taste. All the while you are riding me, up and down, in and out. Grinding, grinding. Using me. Your hands find her shoulders. You need to steady yourself. The other you arches her back, leans back into you as she pushes herself further down onto my mouth. I am licking, sucking, rolling my tongue around her clit. She shudders and shakes. Then she climbs off and says: “My turn.” You reluctantly climb from me, obeying her command, and she takes your place, lowering herself not-so-gently down on me. The changeover gives me a chance to recover. I was close to coming, fighting with everything I had to hold it off. But now, with her on top of me, I am not so sure I can hang on for long. For some reason I want to please the other you, keep her happy. She rides me now, hard and fast, and I know I wont be long. “Take my place,” she orders you between breaths. And you do. You run your hand through my hair as I eat you. My hand slides up your belly to your breasts. My fingers find your nipple and I squeeze and rub and tease. You are starting to cry out, just like the other you, and I am on the edge. She beats me, suddenly stopping, shuddering. The muscles the envelop me start to rhythmically spasm. Her inactivity stalled my impending orgasm, and my whole body feels the pain of frustration. She enjoys every moment of her climax, pushing down so that I could not move, could not interrupt her. And then, when it is over she climbs back off me and pulls you off too. “On your back,” she tells you. “It’s your turn.” She pulls me up and over, on top of you, takes me by the hand and guides me into you. “Slowly,” she orders. “Don’t come yet.” And so I move in you, slowly, deeply, fighting every desire to push ahead hard and fast. Trying to hold back the inevitable. You groan under me, but then you shudder and you feel her fingers reach down between us, to where we are joined. She finds you clit and starts to rub it slowly, round and round. I am up on my hands, above you. Watching your eyes open wide and then roll back in pleasure. And then she leans down beside you face and starts to nibble your ear. She knows what you like, because she is you. She knows exactly how you like it. And with my cock slowly moving in and out of you, with her finger rubbing your clit, and her teeth gently biting your earlobe, you come, shaking and crying and clutching at my back, running your nails down, scratching me. You open your eyes. You breathe heavy and fast. “Did you like that?” the other you asks and you nod emphatically, unable to put how you feel into words. “Now it’s his turn.” She pulls me off and to the edge of the bed, with my feet on the floor. You and she are behind me, talking. “We’re going to make him come,” the other you says. “You chose where?” “Where?” “Where is he going to come? Inside one of us? On us? Where?” I wait. I’m breathing slowly, listening, awaiting my fate. Behind me you look down at her breasts, identical to yours in every way. “On our boobs?” she asks, and you nod. “I thought you would,” she remarks with a smile. A moment later and you are both before me again, back on your knees. She takes my cock in her hand and nods to you, and you add yours to hers. She starts the motion, moving hard and fast, bringing me close to the edge again. Before me are two sets of the most glorious breasts I have ever seen. Beautiful and round, tipped with hard, brown nipples. She pulls herself close to you so that your breasts are together, a better target. You look up at me, still unsure, but full of love and desire. I am breathing fast now. Every muscle in my body is tense, begging for release. The other you smiles, knowing that I am very close. She pulls the two of you nearer still, so that the head of my cock is between you both, ready for my offering. And it comes, one spurt after another, with my head back and a growl escaping my lips. Your breasts, and hers, are covered in my come. Some reach up onto your neck, and the final spurt is captured by the other you, right on her lips. She looks up at me and licks my come away and pulls me down to kiss her. I taste myself on her, like I have many times on you. She pulls away, guiding my lips down to yours. We kiss, gently and softly, like we were the only ones in the room. She stands and looks down at us, a soft smile forming on her lips. “Look at the mess we’ve made,” she says with a little laugh. “You’re going to have to clean that up.” She doesn’t wait to help us. She vanishes into thin air leaving us wondering if she was even there at all. ... When I gave her this she slapped my arse and said I was a naughty boy for writing it. The next story is about two of me and one of her... published later...
  4. Thank u all so much for your well chosen words. I totally agree with the trust thing. I think that's the thing to work on before anything else. My other problem is intoducing the idea that maybe we've been sold a particular interpretation of the bible based on a bias of the time. The idea that what's in the bible as written might just be not what we think it says bothers her. We have a gay daughter and we'VE had to change our perspective A LOT over the last 3 years to accept that God still loves her even though she's gay. I'd not want to know a God that sends her to he'll because she loves women! And I think my wife thinks the same way, even though she would not admit it. If the interpretation in the bible is wrong about gays, then what ELSE is it wrong about! My wife has a labial cyst at the moment (painful!) so I'm leaving her be so she can recover. After that I might give her the next story I've written. Either it will go well or very, very bad! Also, I might post the stories, see what people think. All of this is going on while I'm publishing my latest novel. I'd shamelessly promote it here, but I don't want to out myself!
  5. Hello all, and greetings from Australia. It was this thread that brought me to this site and inspired me to join. This is my first post, so forgive my newness to all of this. I am not in the lifestyle, and not likely to be so in the immediate future, due to the fact that my wife is not thinking this way – at least not overtly. We are both Christians, active in our mainstream church. My wife teaches at a Christian school. I am a nurse in the local emergency room (night shift for over 10years). She is 50, I am 49. She is the only woman I have ever “known” and I love her beyond words. Sex has been okay through the years, and has been, to the most part, her lying back and leaving me to the hard work. There have been times when she’s been more of an active participant, and more so in the last few years, but mostly its missionary and get it over with. I’ve tried lots of things and usually they fall flat. She has a lot of body hangups. She’s not perfect, neither am I. She won’t get naked with me unless the light is out (but lately we’ve had a little electronic candle and I can see a little bit more now). She’s shy and won’t let me watch her blow me – even though I’ve asked to let me. I think it’s all part of the trust thing. I am a very sexual person, and my main outlet has been a (not so) secret porn habit that my wife hated and caused some major trust issues. That’s over and done now, but I guess the mistrust remains (she tells me different, but I can’t help feeling it between us). She’s got her very mainstream views on marriage, and I have had the same forever, but lately I’ve been wondering. And then there was a “thing” that I had for one of my (younger) colleagues that didn’t lead to cheating (but lusting is the same thing, right?). I still loved my wife, but also was feeling love for this other woman. It was crazy and confusing. But it was never going to lead to anything anyway, so I let it go. How did I get to this point? We were going on a cruise in December, and I read somewhere that some people decide to do things (ie sexual) that they wouldn’t do at home – you know, with people that they would never see again. We we met a nice young couple who seemed interested in us, and I started wondering. She was little and cute and happy. He was tall and strong and handsome. I imagined that there could be something between us all. We had a drink and a nice dinner and a lot of laughs, but that was it. My wife gets tired early and gets “over people” and so we retired to our cabin and only saw them sporadically after that. On out last night I we looking for them and they were sitting playing card games up in the near deserted kids-free area. I’d like to think that maybe they were waiting for us to find them. We exchanged numbers, handshakes and hugs. Later messages and facebook posts were exchanged enthusiastically. I offered a bed if they visited. Then I thought, am I a closet swinger? Here I was imagining the four of us together, maybe twice a year, for a little fun between the sheets. And how does all of that fit in with my faith? My wife is now concerned, because I’m reading books, trying to work out what the Bible says (and doesn’t say) out sex. She’s even used the word “heretic”, so I guess at some point I’m going to be burned at the stake! But then, little things she’s said… she wonders what it would be like have two of me in bed with her (weird?) and gave me a little raise of the brows when she suggested it… she told me that she had been “unfaithful in her mind” when I told her I’d stopped looking at porn (now I want to know details!)… she said that she had considered being a lesbian at one point because men are pigs. Once she told me she had a desire for me to cum on her tits, which I did enthusiastically and I await other little requests. I write novels, and so I employed my skills at writing a little fantasy – a little erotica. In the scenario, there are two of her and one of me, a nice threesome that involves a little girl-girl touching and ends with my cum on both their tits. Standard stuff, I guess. She smacked my arse, told me I was a naughty boy for writing it. My next story is MFM with two of me, and then a foursome the configuration I think you can guess. As weird as doubles are, it’s something she’s thought about that is outside then box, and dammit, I’m running with it. And maybe it will get her thinking beyond that. So, I’m interested in how people of faith made the transition into this way of thinking. What was the process? Who had the first inklings? What are your stories? I know I am a long way from where you guys are. There are so many barriers ahead. I see that trust is a big thing and I doubt my wife’s trust in me, but I can see she’s starting to have the same feelings as me (at least I hope). I will talk to her about all of this when I’m sure where my head and my heart is, and when I get the courage. Sorry this is so long.
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