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I have been thinking much about Dianne lately. You see, she is a very
beautiful single woman, very open sexually, and very caring for others
(it is difficult for a man, and some women, to resist such a
combination). I met her several months ago - of all places - in the
waiting room of my dentist, where she shared with me her business
(which is of no relevance to this story). My wife, Kristin, and I
decided a few weeks later to join her business venture, and because of
this association we have since developed a very close friendship with
Dianne.

Kristin apparently has also of late been thinking a lot about Dianne.
The signs are obvious - daily phone calls, visits to her apartment, her
name being brought up in our conversation, etc. Last week, Dianne and
Kristin went backpacking by themselves to the local wilderness area
while I kept our two kids at home (it is important for my wife, a
financial planner, to get away from the daily grind and enjoy her
friends apart from me)....

Last Friday, Dianne called me up and wanted me to meet her for lunch at
our favorite restaurant. After a light lunch with some equally light
but strangely forced conversation, Dianne looked into my eyes with a
look that I've never seen before, a look of fear combined with a look
of desire, and asked, "Mark, it is difficult for me to say this, but I
have fallen in love with both you and Kristin." I didn't know how to
respond to this. On the one hand, my sexual desire for her was burning
bright, and I got excited about what was soon to transpire, yet her
simultaneous love for my wife confused, scared, and intrigued me. What
could I say? I looked at her for a moment, and without thinking I said
"Does Kristin know your feelings for her? As far as I know, Kristin is
straight, and has never in our relationship stated anything to the
contrary. All I know is that my desire for you is very strong, and that
I have wanted for several weeks to make love to you." "I know about
your feelings for me," Dianne replied, "I could see it in your actions,
in your words, and in your eyes. And my feelings for you are just as
strong. Kristin knows about my love for her and for you, and she is in
love with me as she is in love with you. It was during our backpacking
trip that we expressed our love for one another." I didn't know what to
think, I was really confused by my feelings. "But why are you telling
me this? What do you want from me if you and Kristin are lovers?", I
asked.

Dianne replied, "Kristin wanted me to tell you these things if I felt
from our conversation that it would not damage your marriage
relationship - she wants me to tell you that she still loves you
deeply. She has known for awhile that you were infatuated with me.
You know, women can see these things. I desire you so much and I want
to make love to you. Let's go back to my apartment and there we can
enjoy one another and talk more about this crazy situation."

Making love to Dianne that afternoon was heavenly. Her body, though
short, was well proportioned, more like a 21 year old rather than her
real age of 35. Her breasts were not large, and not small, but were of
the right size, firm and did not sag one bit - taking her brassiere
off, which was a low-cut front snap design, was an experience I'll
never forget. When I cupped her breasts in my smallish hands, I wished
that I could become her brassiere so I could cup her breasts all day.
And Dianne was sexually free, boy, was she free. She was even more
open about her sexuality than Kristin, and Kristin has always been a
tiger in bed.

What was even more surprising to me was that my sexual excitement was
greatest whenever I fantasized my wife Kristin making love to Dianne
while I was watching. In these fantasies, Kristin and Dianne totally
shared their bodies - there was no inhibition of any kind. The number
69 appeared often in my mind. And I imagined my throbbing, erect penis
being inside Dianne's vagina from the rear, while Kristin, my beautiful
wife, was in front massaging Dianne's clitoris and sucking on her
breasts, and that Dianne was massaging Kristin's swollen clitoris. And
I imagined that we all came to orgasm at the same time this way. What
a fantasy!

After one hour of sheer erotic sex (I have never made love to a woman
who could have several strong orgasms in a row like Dianne could), we
lay together exhausted. I asked Dianne, "When did you and Kristin
first make love?" She said, "During our backpacking trip. It was cold,
and we were close to each other in our sleeping bags. And we just
talked, and slowly we got closer, more intimate, touched each other
more, and finally we were making love. Kristin said to me afterwards
that that was the first time she ever had sex with a woman. She never
consciously realized before that she was bisexual, although she said
that she recalled having strong feelings for other women before. Her
greatest fear was that you would reject her for being bisexual and for
making love to me."

I said, "If she made love to a man, I would have been jealous and a
little angry - I'm sounding a little hypocritical here - but the
thought of her making love to another woman, especially you, excites
me, and I don't know why. Maybe most men would be turned off and very
angry if they were faced with this situation, but I'm not. I really
would like to watch you and Kristin make love and I want to share in
your lovemaking, for I want Kristin to be happy and I know that you and
I can sexually fulfill her in ways that I cannot alone." Dianne smiled,
hugged me, gave me a dreamy kiss, and said "I would like that. I love
you. And tell Kristin when you see her that I love her, too."

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When I came home in the evening, it was, suffice to say, a very unusual
conversation. I told Kristin that I was with Dianne that afternoon,
that we made love, that I knew about Kristin's love affair with Dianne,
that I am not angry or jealous, that I loved both of you, and that I
would like all three of us to make love to one another. Kristin was
quite taken aback by what I said, but she quickly recovered with a look
of anticipation and desire that I have never seen in her before.
Kristin then said, "Let's send the kids to my mother's for the weekend,
I'll think of a good excuse, and invite Dianne to stay with us." I
agreed to this, we called Dianne, she readily agreed and we were all
excited. Needless to say Kristin and I made passionate love that
evening and we later talked very openly about the different ways we
could make love together with Dianne.

...Watching two passionate women, who love each other, mutually gratify
their sexual desires is something that every man should see - and I'm
not talking about those loveless scenes one sees in most X-rated films.
Men can learn an awful lot about how to please a woman sexually by
watching how a woman does it to another woman. After all, who knows
more about a woman than another woman?...

Kristin and Dianne were obviously very much in love with each other.
You could feel the passionate heat they generated even before they
touched each other. They made me sit in a chair while I watched them in
bed. They each wore a negligee, and I could see the outlines of their
breasts and of their black triangle of hair where female sexuality
resides. They obviously loved the way they were dressed, since they
looked at each other just as I was looking at them. They started with
slow kisses, which became more passionate as time went on - it seemed
like an eternity. Their hands, which started out being fixed on each
others back, became more and more mobile. There was no part of their
bodies that their hands did not touch. Kristin, my beautiful wife, was
gasping at every caress given by Dianne. Dianne, being very turned on
by now, loosened Kristin's negligee and took it off, gloriously
revealing Kristin's body to both of us. "Your breasts are so
beautiful," Dianne said, "please let me kiss them." Kristin pulled
Dianne's head to her breasts and moaned "more" as Dianne eagerly yet
tenderly licked them.

Dianne then broke the kisses, got on her back, and told Kristin, who
was sitting upright on her knees, to move forward until her vulva was
near Dianne's mouth, as she has done for me several times. Dianne
eagerly thrust out her tongue to Kristin's moist clitoris, and licked
and kissed and sucked it in a way I've never done for Kristin before.
You could see Kristin's body slowly swaying, like a pendulum, which
started to speed up as Dianne speeded up her tongue motion. Then, in a
frantic way that I have never heard Kristin say, she said, "Please...
more." At that moment, Dianne inserted one finger into Kristin's vagina
and another finger from the other hand into her anus and began to
earnestly and rhythmically bring her down the home stretch with her
tongue and lips and fingers. Kristin exploded into a orgasm that I
have never seen in any woman before, even Dianne on Friday. She gasped
and fell limp on the bed, exhausted, and content. I was in awe.

As Dianne was slowly caressing Kristin during her short time of
recovery, my passion arose to a height I've never felt before. I
walked over to the bed, took my clothes off (so I could relieve the
pressure of my super-erect penis) and got on the bed next to Dianne and
started to kiss her. I helped Dianne take off her negligee, revealing
her beautiful breasts with very hard and erect nipples; I could feel
the animal heat emanate from her vagina, begging for satisfaction. She
then took hold of my very hard penis and began to rub it firmly, and
then went down on me and began to lick and suck it. I could feel the
moistness around her mouth, no doubt from Kristin's vaginal juices.
Dianne then completely inserted my penis into her mouth as far as it
could go and really began to suck. It was a beautiful experience. As
I approached an explosive orgasm, but before it was too late, she let
go of my penis, leaned back on the bed, with her beautiful breasts
pointing majestically upward, and begged Kristin to come down on her.

Kristin, whose passion was beginning to come back again, got on her
hands and knees and began to lick Dianne's clitoris with her tongue.
Kristin, being very flexible, had no trouble with this position.
Kristin's super-swollen vulva revealed itself to me in all its splendor
in this position, which I could not resist; I entered Kristin from the
rear, reached around her to massage her swollen and moist clitoris and
her erect nipples. When I did this, my wife began to moan, and
increased her tempo on Dianne. Dianne began to moan wildly, too, and
Kristin reached up to cup Dianne's breast and knead them vigorously.
For one minute this went on, and as I approached ejaculation, Kristin
sensed that, quickened the pace, and brought Dianne closer to ecstasy.
We all reached climax at about the same time. My orgasm was the most
intense I have ever experienced. I felt as if I filled Kristin up to
the brim.

This did not end here. Kristin continued her oral caress on Dianne's
clitoris in the most loving, tender, and yet vigorous manner, and from
this very delicious stimulus, Dianne had four more orgasms in the next
few minutes; each orgasm was more intense than the previous one. Her
last orgasm was so intense and obviously so pleasurable that Kristin
broke down and cried for Dianne in happiness. We all then fell into a
long and dreamy sleep, snuggling close together, to recharge for
another round several hours later (I'll spare you the details of our
subsequent lovemaking, except that it was even better).

Many would say that nothing good could ever result from a bisexual
menage a trois such as ours; however, Kristin's and my love for each
other was enhanced by this experience (which, by the way, never
happened again with Dianne, for reasons that will remain unsaid to the
outside world). I also learned how to become a better lover to
Kristin, since my teachers were two beautiful women who passionately
loved one another and understood one another in ways that men can never
fathom.