Jan and Deb (closed thread but available for your enjoyment)

[sylph54]

.OOC: Jan. Late 40's. Recently divorced. Children moved on. Alone. Resolved not to give up, though, as if all that could be lived had already been lived in her life.

Bi-curious, but only cognizant of that now that she was somewhat ... down on men.

Deb and I had grown up best friends but drifted apart after high school. We had always been the type of friends who seemed to know what the other was thinking without having to communicate. Like twins almost, we could go to a class, hear a comment from the instructor that struck us as funny, quirky, whatever and look at each other, needing no more words to communicate. Once, even, a history teacher had yelled at us to “Stop talking when I’m talking!” even though we hadn’t said a word.

I ran into Deb at the grocery store and invited her out to coffee.

“I didn’t even know you were back in town!” I itold her as we sat down to reminisce over a cup of Seattle's Best.

“Well, I just went through a messy divorce and happened to get a job offer near here and … it just seemed the right time and place to be here again.”

I told Deb about my recent, also messy divorce, and we caught up on the 30 years during which we had seen each other, or corresponded, sporadically.

“So … are you celibate, by default, too?” I blurted out we had covered the topics of our children, jobs, husbands, families,hopes and goals. I knew I'd confused her with my personal question and was immediately sorry I'd asked. It was clear that sex was something that Deb wasn’t ready, or maybe even willing, to talk about at the moment.

But something made me re-evaluate Deb's seeming unwillingness to talk about sex. I don't know where the images came from, but I saw glimpses, flashes, of Deb sitting in a bar, alone, looking longingly over at a very attractive pair of women who were very evidiently lovers. I saw another image of Deb, evidently that same night, her clothes cast aside, slowly, sensuously pleasuring herself on a bed that must have been in her new home.

The images were REAL somehow. My breath caught and my heart beat faster. Desire twinged on the edges of my consciousness. It flowed more tangibly as more images (from Deb's mind?) of ME, seen through someone else's eyes, flashed through my brain. Images of me as a desirable woman, imaginings of me sitting in this very bistro at coffee and remembered images of me as a teen, images thatcould only have come from someone I knew well at that time.

I spilled my coffee as I saw a mental movie of myself, sitting in the coffee shop, being gently stripped by unseen hands.

The warm coffee in my lap was not all that was either warm or wet ... there.

 

[plainjane]

Debbie

After 18 years of marriage my husband ran off with his secretary.

A messy divorce later I went home to see my folks, and they convinced me to return here and that seemed like a good idea. Our house had been sold as part of the settlement, and my son was leaving for college in September so it was a good time. I had received plenty of money and didnt have to work, so until I found a place I stayed with my parents, but soon found a nice little cottage outside of town, just right for a single woman. And they found me a job where i could spend a little time and energy, without having to work very hard

I fixed it up and put in a hot tub and redecorated, and that kept me very busy until one day I was at the store and ran into my old friend Jan. It was good to see her, and we sat down for coffee and talked about old times and how things had changed over the years.

When she asked me about my sex life I was astounded. I hadnt even thought about it. I suppose if Id been more outgoing sexually my husband wouldn't have dumped me but I never really thought about it. When Jan asked me, it all became clear, and knew I was too young to leave it all behind, and knew I needed the outlet.

Suddenly I invited her out to my place for dinner, to see what I had done with it, and hopefully to reew an old relationship.

 

[sylph54]

Jan

Accepting the invitation to dinner, I hurried home. That evening, whatever I tried to accomplish was interrupted with thoughts of that afternoon. I couldn't keep my mind off those images that had flashed during my conversation with Deb.

Were they my imagination? Were they a projection of my hopes for what Deb might be thinking and feeling? Intellectually, I almost convinced myself of that, time and again, but my other senses were telling me that what I had seen was real, that they were Deb's thoughts, and that somehow I had tuned into them.

I got little sleep that night. One minute I was seeing those images again, the next I was obsessing about what to wear to Deb's dinner the next night. As I went through my closet in my head, associations with times I'd worn each outfit flashed, too. Not the gray skirt -- that's what I wore the day I signed divorce papers. Not the black sheath, she'll think I'm hoping to go out and bar hop. Not jeans ... I want to leave open the possibility of more than just friends.

Then, again, an image of Deb hit me ... Deb, standing there in a midnight blue bra and panty set looking through her closet, holding up dresses and blouses as if she, too, were trying to decide on what to wear.

I knew that Deb, at that minute, was doing exactly what I was seeing her doing.

Did she "see" me, too? What kind of communication was this?

 

[plainjane]

Deb

I thought about my menu. I wanted to be a gracious hostess for my old dear friend, and demonstrate that I could run a household, after our years in school of just bumming around living at home.

I didnt want to be too fancy though, although I had become a very good cook. I just didnt have anyone to cook for now, so had let my talents slide a lttle. It was time to perk them up

I decided on a crab au gratin with pasta dish I liked, and was festive without being too ostentatious. Finding everything I needed at the market, I picked up seversal bottles of chardonney. I couldnt decide betwen Turning Leaf or Kendall Jackson, both of which were very good, so I bought one of each so I could offer her a choice.

I also stopped and had a manicure. I wanted my hands to be perfect when I greeted her, and took her hand in mine. All night I had thought about having our hands on each other and hugging and kissing as we used to do when we were kids, out in the woods where we hoped noone would see us.

Now I had a private back yard and I made sure the hot tub was heated and clean and ready for use.

Then I had to decide what to wear. Again I didnt want to be too fancy nor too informal. Finally I decided what the hell, we're going to be naked in the hot tub anyway. I'll just wear a skirt and blouse and hope she is comfortable with that

Adding just a simple necklace and earrings, I was ready. She should be here any moment

 

[sylph54]

I dressed a dozen times that afternoon, I think. Why didn't I ask her for an idea of how formal her "dinner" would be? Then an image of Deb in a blue skirt and cream blouse came to me and I decided to test these "visions" by wearing as close to a match of what she wore as I could find in my wardrobe. Ecru blouse, almost knee length blue skirt. But ... garter belt and stockings rather than pantihose. The laciest bra I owned, the one that just barely kept me in, and which showed my areolae the best and also which allowed my nipples to show when they had a mind to.

Remembering our experimentations as teens, I stopped at the liquor store on the way to Deb's house and bought a pint bottle of Southern Comfort for old time's sake. Hoping that her tastes had matured a bit, though, I also bought a bottle of Knob Creek. I'd weeded out a lot of men in the past who had offered me a mixed drink from Wild Turkey (abomination) and now Knob Creek, better than Wild Turkey by a long shot, would be the test for Deb.

I also stopped at the florist's and bought her an orchid plant -- a pale pink, slightly streaked Phalaenopsis that looked suggestive as hell with its more reddish lips, if one had a mind that ran in that direction. Two spikes of flowers that would last for 2 or 3 months. Roses are nice, but looking at an orchid has always done something ... special ... to me. I hoped Deb appreciated their nuances, too.

As I pulled up and parked in her driveway, however, my knees were like jelly. I could hardly park the car, and then, just as I opened the door, another image flashed in my brain, an image of the two of us reclining in a hot tub, only our heads visible but ...

I shook off the image, collected my parcels, and went up to the door. Just as I looked for the bell, Deb opened the door to me and ...

She was wearing the blue skirt and cream blouse that I had seen her wearing in my mind.

 

[plainjane]

Deb

I held out my hand and grasped hers. She had the orchid plant in the other arm, from which dangled the plastic grocery bag containing the bottles. She was laden and I welcomed her verbally as I helped unload her. Setting the bottles on the table and admiring the magnificent plant, I took her into my arms for a hug.

I didnt want to let go. I felt her breasts against mine through our thin blouses. I looked into her eyes and told her how nice it was to be together again. We kissed as I hugged her tightly. Neither of us wanted to separate now that we were again together, this time in privacy.

But, I pulled back and offerred a tour. I showed her the small house, with its tasteful living room, a nice dining room with the table all set, and kitchen. Then we went to the back hall leading to a bedroom on each side and the bathroom in the center.

My bedroom was frilly and feminine and I knew she was touched. And, how I wanted to touch her

Then out on the patio through the sliding door from the bedroom. There was the hot tub bubbling with its cover turned back, overlooking my nice private backyard

"That looks inviting", she said and I suggested we get a glass of wine or a drink.

She accepted my offer of a cold glass of white wine, and we started to stroll and ended up back on the patio. I told her dinner was ready but there was no hurry. She kept looking at the bubbling water and i asked if she would like to try it.

She said she didnt bring a suit and i smiled and said "suits arent allowed in my hot tub"

Back in the bedroom she unbuttoned her blouse revealing the prettiest lacy bra I had ever seen, but it was even prettier removed and laying on the bed with her skirt, next to all of my clothes. As I stood there naked she raised her knees and removed a stocking, and I wanted to do that for her. I wanted my hands on her gorgeous legs. I sat on the bed and she raised the other leg and i sensuously slipped the other stocking down after unclasping the garter belt, and then it was gone too.

She stood there naked before me between my legs and it was all I could do to restrain myself from pulling her down on top of me

But, carrying our wine glasses we went to the hottub and getting in first, I took her hand and guided her to safe stepping places so she could be seated in the warm water.

I sat across from her, but our knees were in contact. Soon my feet were on the bench beside her, one foot on each side.

She looked at me and my crotch and I felt her lust, just as she felt mine. We locked eyes as we came together and kissed again, this time naked, and wrapped our arms around each other and both of us said simultaneously, "I'm so glad to be with you"

 

[sylph54]

I kept seeing her seeing me. Seeing the images in her head of me coming in the door, looking around the apartment, undressing. But there was more -- I kept seeing images of what I am sure were her hopes for our evening.

As I unclipped my stocking, I saw her imagining that SHE were unclipping my stocking. I willed her to do just that and ...

She did.

Again, a sense of unreality flooded over me. I had almost accepted the idea of seeing her thoughts, but this raised the possibility that I might even be able to direct her thoughts, push her toward doing things that I wanted her to do.

That we both said "I'm so glad to be with you" at the same time didn't even surprise me anymore. I reluctantly pulled back from our embrace and sat down, willing Deb to slow down a bit.

As we relaxed in the tub, my desire was building again and I knew hers was, too. But a little of me wanted to hold back and test this power, this communication. I wanted Deb to enjoy pleasure as well as me, yet added to mine was this feeling of wanting to direct that pleasure.

In my mind, I imagined Deb planting her feet on the bottom of the tub with her hips arching near the surface, her right hand pleasuring herself. I added a bit of compulsion to that picture and Deb's hips rose, and her hand cupped itself over her mound. As she began to slip a finger into herself, I pictured the heel of her hand grinding against her, but her fingers lifted.

With a sigh of frustration, Deb's fingers lifted and her eyes caught mine. I smiled and shook my head slightly.

"No, not yet, Deb. Wait. Wait until I let you. No fingers ... No cumming ... not ... yet."

 

[plainjane]

Deb

Jan and I were so much in tune, just as we had been years ago. It seemed that although time had passed and there had been changes in our lives. we were back together, not only physically but mentally and emotionally.

I knew. I just knew that our thoughts were exactly congruent.

She had me float up on the surface, with my legs apart and my wide open pussy right in front of her face. I started to finger myself but decided not to, and she confirmed my thought. I wanted to masturbate, but what i really wanted was her face and tongue in my pussy, and I knew that Jan knew it and wanted that too.

Would we ever eat? would we ever! Dinner would keep but the dessert was first and right here.

 

[sylph54]

I wanted to make this last, I wanted to test how far I could control Deb, but now I could feel something FROM her, something that I couldn't resist.

I moved closer to her floating pussy.

While I had imagined being with a woman -- often -- I had never had either the nerve or the opportunity. Now ... here the opportunity lay open, wide open, and I didn't know how to proceed.

I realized that Deb felt my confusion and I began to realize that I was now her hands, her fingers, her mouth.

I thought I had stopped her from making herself cum. Now I realized that I wasn't in control, she was. She had merely delayed her pleasure, and now she meant me to be her instrument.

I gave in to her gentle compulsion, no other desire in my mind but pleasing her, pleasing her in just exactly the manner and time she wanted to be pleased.

My mind cried out "Show me. Tell me. I'll do it, whatever you wish."

My body knew that only in pleasing her would I find release. The need for my own release was only surpassed by my need to please her.

 

[plainjane]

Deb

I inched my ass forward so my pussy was only inches from her face. She looked at me in lust. I knew she had to smell my sex, unless it was hidden by the chlorine in the water in the tub.

The lust was glaring in her eyes. I moved another inch and her chin was right aganst me when I whispered "kiss me, Jan"

She looked at me and then I felt her lips and then her tongue just where I wanted it. It had been so long since anyone was there between my legs, and I had made sure it was her and it was now, and I wrapped my legs around her and watched her

Soon it would be my turn, and we belonged together, would be together and would stay together. I had no question in my mind that she felt the same way.

 

[sylph54]

As bid, I kissed her just at the top of the "V" formed by her inner lips. I saw those lips spasm at my touch, realizing that I was seeing for the first time how a woman -- how I -- responded physically.

My tongue found its way into her slit, almost sucked into its depth. Deb's legs tightened around my neck, and I realized she was about to cum. I wanted to make her cum, now, but something at the edge of my consciousness directed me to back off for a bit, to slow down.

I flicked my tongue gently all along the juncture of her thighs and outer lips, watching with wonder as her pussy contracted with each flick, closing and opening like a Venus flytrap. I giggled with that vision and almost lost my ability to support the weight of Deb's lower body, lessened by the water as it was.

 

[plainjane]

Deb

I didnt want another second to pass before I got to kiss her that way. We had been in the water a while, and I suggested we get out and dry off. Unwrapping my legs, I pulled back and stood before her, getting another kiss before climbing out and then helping her to step out as well

Once inside the house I handed her a fluffy towel, and taklng another I went to my knees before her and started dryng her legs. First she held up a foot and I carefully dried it and between each toe, as I admired the beauty of her foot. Soon I would be licking between each one but now I started up her lower leg, rubbing behind her knee.

For me that was a special erotic place and she reacted the same way when I dried it and then lightly tickled it. She giggled as I then looked up at her face, and debated whether to continue up her thigh or strart on the other foot. I really would have preferred to skip the whole procedure and just bury my face in her lovely bush, but there was plenty of time.

There was all night and forever with my love and I decided to drag it out and started on her left leg, playing with her toes and lower leg as she reached down and dried my back

Then I couldnt wait any longer as I cupped her ass in my hands and pulled her to me. My face was in her soft pussy hair and she spread her legs for me, as I tasted her standing there

A slurp or two and I had to have her. I rose and led her to the bed, carefully moving her pretty clothes and just sweeping mine on the floor, I pulled her down with me and we embraced and wrapped our legs togerher as we kissed

Our tongues met and we both asked - again saying the same thing simnultaneously - and asked each other how we went all those years without discovering the joy of our love.

My finger was in her and she spread her legs for me. My tongiue was in her mouth as I thought back to our adolescent days when we got naked together and watched each other pee in the woods, but never really touched each other that way. Now as adults it came naturally, and we belonged to each other.

I told her so as I slid my body down to make love to her again, this time to make her cum in my face.

 

[sylph54]

My body was a tightly strung wire. The towel left streaks of electricity wherever Deb patted or rubbed me. Each streak of electricity left me warmer and tighter, aching and satiated. The slight swaying of my breasts as we walked ignited my desire even higher, even the slight breeze in the room made my nipples almost reach out for contact with soomething, anything.

I wanted to open all of me to her, all of me to all of her. As she cupped by buttocks, even the slight pull on my crotch as the skin stretched to accommodate her hands, my pussy cried out for more contact, to take into itself all of her.

Tasting my juices in her kiss was the last straw. I had to lie down, I had to be entered, I had to take her into me. Her finger was ... too little and too much all at the same time.

My body strained to hold it in me as she moved .. and then cried out in ecstasy when her tongue took its place.

As I came, I felt I was pulling her entire body into me, trying to give birth in reverse, trying to take her entirely into me and hold her there for the moment of pleasure, for eternity.

I bucked and shuddered. Utterly spent, with mini-explosions of pleasure for minutes that seemed like hours.

I couldn't move. All I could do was will her to bring her pussy to my face so that I could give her what she given me. Or try.

 

[plainjane]

Deb

I was thrilled to make her cum. She tasted so good to me I just wanted to eat her forever. She tred to pull me up to her, and I let her embrace me and kiss me, and as our tongues entwined she tasted herself on me.

Then suddenly an idea popped into my jead. I jumped off the bed leaving her there looking at me, as I riummaged in the back of my closet and brought out my favorite little collection.

In a little valise were my toys. I selected one of my favorites, a double dildo. I needed to be fucked and i knew she did too.

Crawling back on the bed I jammed one end up in me, and positioned the other right at her cunt. Looking into her eyes she just said "YES", and I pushed it in. There was no need for any more lube. She was already soaking wet from my spit and from her own juices. All the way in I leaned down and kissed her again. Her arms were tight around me as she moaned and sighed and then started to wiggloe and squirm under me, and suddenly shreiked. She met every thrust and exploded in another orgasm

Afterward we laid side by side and she told me she liked having me mount her that way, "so much better than the weight Of a man AND HIM CUMMING AND ROLLING OFF LEAVING ME UNSATSFIED", she said

I pulled the dildo out of me and she took it in her hand and put my end in her mouth and sucked it clean of my juices. It was so erotic watching Jan do that, and I loved her all the more for it.

Then we got up and i handed er a little robe, and together holding hands we went to the dinner table. We poured ourselves wine, and toasted each other to our love and our lives together. Then we kissed and I held her chair and seated her for my dinner

While we ate I thought of how gpood it tasted but it didnt compare with the taste of her pussy.

She asked how I acquitred my little toy, and I toldher that while was still married, when my husband was out fucking his secretary I found a girlfriend who gave it to me as a present. That was my introduction to becoming bi-sexual, and I had no intention of going back. I didnt have a man now, I had her and she had me, and i liked it that way, although in the back of my mind I wanted to share a man with her too and watch her have sex with him.

 

[sylph54]

She knew ... she knew I wanted to be fucked, to take her into me, and she also knew ... exactly ... how to make that happen.

I've never been fucked so thoroughly. After the earlier orgasm, I didn't think there was any energy left in me, but as she entered me and then entered herself with the dildo, I found that my body had more resources than I imagined.

Af first, all I was able to do was lie back and ... feel ... yet, as the sounds came unbidden from me, so also did the movements of my hips. First, little sideways movements that allowed the dildo to hit ... just there ... then ... moving in rhythm and finally caught up so that realized I was fucking her, pushing her, ramming into her as forcefully as I had to be fucked, pushed, rammed.

The pain as the dildo hit my cervix every fourth or fifth thrust, that little farther rise of my hips, was pain that moved me further and drove my hips faster until I literally passed out with the orgasm. I woke seconds later, again with aftershocks rocking my body, exquisitely tweaking parts of me that were now a bit sore from the dildo. Sore but ... a welcome reminder of the passion.

As I watched Deb slowly pull the dildo out of her, inch by inch, slightly pushinig it back a half inch, knowing that she was undergoing the same aftershocks from the movement of it within her, I knew what was right ...

I took her hand off the toy, and slowly, teasingly, drew it out of her, and licked the end of it, the little spot where her juices had come together just ready to drip, licking around the end of it and taking it wholly into my mouth.

It WAS time for supper. I was ravenously hungry by this time. Sitting there in my robe, pussy still drenched with my juices and from her tongue, eternally shifting to get just a little more comfortable ...

I must admit I have no idea what she served.

I remember how her breasts peeked out of her little robe, though. How her hips were shifting almost imperceptibly.

I could even hear the little splosh when she crossed and then uncrossed her legs, the sound of moist skin against moist skin.

 

[plainjane]

Deb

Thgen it was time for dessert. Should i serve the babas Foster, or shoulkd I take he back to bed fr a nice 69?

I thught about t and selected the latter. "C'mon", I said. "The other dessert can wait. I want to eat the sweetest thing Ive ever tasted", as I led her back to the bedroom

I thought about inviting her to move in with me, but with her kids living nearby that might not be such a good idea. We could visit back and forth and sleep together and still have our freedom if she chose. But, I intended to proposition her before the night was over.

Back in the bedroom I took her into my arms, slipped off her robe and we crawled under the covers It had gotten cooler, but it was plenty warm in her arms as we snuggled together, with our fingers in each others pussy and our tongues in each other's mouth.

Then I switched around with my face toward the foot of the bed and my tongue up in her cunt, and my legs spread over her face for our dessert

 

[sylph54]

You wouldn't have something ... sweet ... that could be incorporated into your sweet little ...

and my sweet little ...

Could you?

 

[sylph54]

Deb told me to wait for dessert.

Her beautiful pussy above me was too much to resist. While lower, deeper parts of me were crying out for attention, I focused on Deb, just above me.

Tentatively, with a fingernail I stroked the area between her anus and vagina, noticing with quiet wonder how the whole floor of her perineum jumped at each little touch. I began gently exploring her anus, lightly brushing over the surface, watching it clench and open.

Deb moaned and lowered herself onto me and I could no longer see what I was doing. My mouth found her nub and I lightly flicked it with my tongue until it stood on its own. I took it between my lips and began sucking. Deb's hips bucked into my face and I could hardly breathe but I maintained contact.

I knew that my hips were moving against her face, too, but that was happening offstage. My sole focus was on her cries of joy and continuing my sucking on her clit as if it were a nipple, out of place.

As she came, she collapsed on me and the muscles of her pussy massaged my entire face as she came down.

At that point, what had been offstage was now ...

Demanding attention.

I moved my hand to touch myself, thinking that Deb may not even be able to move at the moment, but she gently put my hand aside and ...

 

[plainjane]

continued licking her delicious cunt. (see, we're even finishing each others sentences!)

I had just come up for air which I needed for my orgasmic scream

I swiveled around and kissed her mouth and asked how she liked her dessert. She had my juices all over her face and I licked them off her with a proibe of my tongue into her mouth periodically. She gasped in delight and I asked her if she wanted another playmate

She ginned and said "why not", so I picked up the phone and called a friend and said "Hi---C'mon over, I have a surprise for you--OK -- how soon?-- OK see you"

Then I went to the kitchen and spooned up three bowls of bananas foster, and on a tray with spoons, got them ready to take to the bedroom as the doorbell rang.

Framk was there. He looked at my naked body which he'd seen last night when we had our hot tub party and then fucked. With the tray, I led him to the bedroom and hollered "SURPRISE"

Jan, you remember Frank who was in our class. He and I fucked our way through high school and then lost touch, but he's a teacher here at the high school and I called him when I moved back home. We've been together ever since"

Jan laughed and said "not all the time- yesterday when we were having our coffee I had to leave as I had a date with Framk after school. We fucked until he had to go home to dinner"

Then I said "and guess where he had dinner? the same chair you sat in tonight!, and then we had our dessert in the hot tub and here in bed. I guess the surprise is on me", as Frank undressed and all three of us piled in bed. I handed a bowl of dessert to each of my guests and we all took a spoonful. I deliberately spilled mine on Jan's pussy and leaned over to lick it off, as she squealed from the cold temperature. Then Frank smeared some of his on her tits and licked them, while I dabbed some on his cock and licked that off. Soon we were all in a food free for all. I didnt care about the sheets, it would all come out in the wash and so would the cum, as he scrootched over and pointed his hard cock at her cunt, and mounted her.

I watched them fuck in rapture, in delight for my two lovers.

When he came and rolled off I licked her pussy and cleaned out his cum while he did me from behind. Jan slid our from under me and went around behind me, and laid beliow me and licked my cunt and his cock and balls while he fucked me.

That was the way the rest of the evening went, with mouths locked to genitalia and assholes until he told us he had to get home to his wife, and he dressed and left.

No way was I going to let Jan leave. I set the alarm for early in the morning and we slept together locked in an embrace until the clock rang, when we made love again and then she dressed and went home, but not until she invited me to her place for the night.

 

[catlover]

Frank

I was surprised when the phone rang, unusually late. We were in bed and my wife stirred, but I answered. It was Deb asking me to come rigfht over for a sueprise. I couldnt imagine what it would be. I had just been there last night making love to her

I told Jane what I had to do and she kissed me and told me to have a good rime. She knew I was fucking Deb, just as we had when we were in school together. Jane was two years behind us and remembered her

When Deb and I graduated I dated Jane during the summer and then went off to college in the fall. Every time I came home we got together and when she finished high school we got married, but all that time it was agreed that when I was away at college I could be with any woman who was there and available, and she could do the same while still in high school.

In other words our relationship started as an open arrangement and still was, although as a teacher in a small town we couldnt be too open about it. We had to use discretion, but when Deb came back to town and called me, Jane was right there and told me to go ahead, remembering Deb and knowing she needed me then.

I arrived at Deb's house and was surprised to find her naked. She led me to the bedroom and there was Jan, who was also in our class, with whom I'd been having an affair for years. We had to laugh together as the joke was on Deb, but she laughed with us and was enthralled watching Jan and me fuck.

Then it turned into a threesome and I had sex with both of them several times before leaving and coming home to my wife. She was awake waiting for me, and although I couldnt get it up, she wanted me to tell her all about the evening.

Afterward she said she wanted to be included too if they would have her, and I said I would ask. Then e fell asleep holding each other, and in the morning made love before we both had to get up and go to work.

 

[sylph54]

"Deb, you know how we've had these flashes of insight into each other's thoughts? How you were able to direct my actions?"

"Do you think if the two of us work together, we might have some fun with Frank?"

"I'm thinking it might be fun to have a lifesize, male puppet for a little while. Before he visits again, we need to think of what we might want to have him do ... for us."

 

[plainjane]

"Oh Sweetie that sounds like fun. When I got back here I just looked in the phone book and there he was. I was horny and called him up and he came right over. Thats all there was to it except the memories of high school"

"You two have a closer relationship. You figure out how to make him our little swex object"

It was so funny last night. I just had to kiss her and tell her that if I'd known he was still in town I'd have called her first.

Then I told her my son had called today from college and told me he was coming for the weekend to see the place. I wanted her to meet him. Then I laughed and told her I'd named him Frank too after his father, who we fucked last night.

"My husband never knew"

 

[sylph54]

"Do you think we might be able to keep him from cumming for enough time for him to do both of us?"

"Or ... maybe ... "

"We could use your little two-ended toy and make him believe that he's a woman."

 

[plainjane]

Deb

I thought of my little bag of tricks. How about the strap on dildo? Jan and I could take turns using it on his ass.

The question in my mind was "Is Jan talking aboiut Frank or Frank? The father or my son? Maybe we could set up a foursome if she is willing to do a young college student. I looked at her and already knew the answer.

 

[sylph54]

Ok ... Deb, you get the people and I'll cook up a few scenarios for controlling a couple of slaves (I mean men).

I'm a cook that likes to use a lot of spice in my creations ...