part 3. Jenni's Perspective. Why is this happening,
Well this holiday was turning into a bit of a disappointment. I hadn't told Greg, but I thought the food was poor and the resort second class. But hey, who am I trying to kid here, the real reason was the sex was mediocre between Greg and I. There was no excitement, no expectation, no fear. After Mike I didn't know what to expect, but Greg seemed unable to broach the subject of any more sharing, Now here we were on the last night with little prospect to flirt, never mind fuck. Perhaps Greg had spoilt me with Mike, but I craved new experiences now, ones that I was more than happy for Greg to orchestrate.
I felt alive when sharing, it had become a new quest. Maybe, don't know, but maybe it was best to 'ration it' so to speak, we all know the proverbs of having to much of a good thing. I'd bought (well Greg did) some sexy underwear, I privately nick-named it my 'shagging wear', a black one piece leotard with split crotch and white lace lined silk knickers and matching halter bra. Greg had lovingly shaved my cunt every couple of days, almost to a polished finish, making it very inviting, and a little sore despite Gregs application of soothing ointment. Now all that effort seemed to be going to waste. Now I'm in a mood. Oh well that's life.
While finishing our drinks, a couple sat at the table while Greg was at the bar, he's always at the bar, how long does it take to get a couple of fucking drinks. They introduced themselves as Sean and Maria. For no apparent reason, Sean mentioned they were just friends, but the conversation turned quite lively and I put my bad mood to one side, they were funny and interesting. By the time Greg got back it was clear Sean had his eye on me, and to be quite honest, I had mine on him.
Maria eventually, and thankfully left, I wasn't keen on her, nor she on me, her parting comment seemed to imply how she'd like to fuck Greg, was she having a go at me?, well she can fuck off, no one's shagging my guy. I felt a bit narked at the overtone of her conversation, but strangely turned on, I wondered did she know that, was that why she said it.. Maybe, just maybe, I'm being hypocritical, after all, she's gone now. She did have a fit body though, but my vision of Greg and her together having sex was just too much for my jealousies. Greg was getting the drinks 'again', we should have sat nearer the bar. Meanwhile Sean was babbling on about something, I smiled approvingly and feigned interest so as not to give my day dreaming away. My thoughts floated to when I was younger, when sex was something you held dear to be celebrated as love. How naive was I, to think you can't have one without the other, I hadn't woken up to its joys until after 40, what a waste I thought, as my encounter with Mike proved, some of the best sex I've ever had, without love. Unless you call the love of sex, love.
Now here was a guy franticly trying to amuse me hoping to get his leg over. I remembered so many clumsy guys in clubs trying the same that I'd shunned to justify my prudish conscience, that's not to say I never had some good sex, but many were pretty damned selfish who only thought of their own satisfaction. Sean was fit, he must have been in his late 30's, slimish, though with a bit of a belly and a healthy tan. As he continued to talk chat-up dribble, my eyes flirted with his huge bulge and he smiled when he caught me stealing a look, I quickly concluded he had socks down his pants. Seans voice drifted again away as I lapsed deeper into the kind of forbidden thoughts only accessible when pissed. Never before had I had a partner that suggested sex is OK to share. Naughty man. I considered how I used to think, that then, there was jealous anger, that Seans passes at me would be out-of-order, and Greg should 'man-up' come wading in, and tell Sean to stop being so familiar with his girl, with threats of violence.
Then I remembered Mike again, what a sensational session we had, just a glimpse of that memory made me want to fuck. Here I was again, my head saying 'control yourself' my pussy saying 'fuck me', I knew now which one would win over. I'd come to realise that it wasn't cheating, if it's agreed, cheating is subversive, telling lies and concealing your actions. But there was a condition, a sort of unsaid agreement, that this could only work and was only acceptable with the promise of my loyalty to Greg and his to me, and I'd now figured that two people can have love between them, share their life's and have a fulfilling sharing sex life without the fear of jealousy if the trust of staying together and being truthful to each other is kept, an element absent from many a so-called 'happy' cheating relationships.
While I found this liberating, and rather than it feeling weird and any kind of betrayal, it filled me with passion, but still, there was an element of fear, but this just added to the sexual tension and excitement. Asking myself was this just Gregs perversion I was going along with to please him, I had to admit, I wasn't complaining. Could this be the best of both worlds, a partner who not only approves of my fulfilment, but also not only participates, but facilitates, and still respects me. There was no denying Greg got off on seeing me get fucked, but this turned me on. It made me realise how desirable I was to other guys, Greg never put me down to satisfy his insecurities as many a possessive and jealous guys do. I paused my dreams as I realised my legs were a little to far apart for public decency. So I closed my legs, just enough to appear modest. I wonder what Greg would think if he could read my thoughts. Seans gaze was a dead giveaway my knickers were still on display. I wondered could he see the bulge of my fanny, the outline of my labia, and the ever-widening split between my cleft. Smiling, I thought so what, the view of his crotch was a fair exchange.
Drifting back into my thoughts, the one hurdle I seemed unable to get over is the thought of Greg fucking another women, he says it's enough to see me get fucked, to look me in the eye and hear me talk dirty and my moans of ecstasy ringing out as I orgasm on another guys cock, saying that he doesn't need to fuck me to get off on it. Do I believe him? I must admit, I did consider his first motive was to let me fuck guys so he could fuck other women with justification and even impunity. Do I believe him, well, from what I saw when Mike was fucking me, I must say yes, I do.
Guys like Greg are rare, that are prepared to let their girl fuck, without destroying the relationship. So while it seems a few guys can get off by seeing their partner fucked by some other guy, women might have a problem with it, I don't believe because their not up to being fucked, but only because they fear it might work both ways. Well it could, but it does not need to, anyhow, I'm not about to start considering that now, especially coming around to the idea Sean 'and me' are about to get lucky. With that thought I realised I'd given myself permission to fuck this guy, funny how thoughts work, but the fact was, I'd never been so hot for sex all holiday. I concluded women are far more canny than men.
Greg arrived back with some excuse the bar was shut, the look on his face betrayed his intention, he was probably conniving so he could suggest us going back to the apartment, ply me with more drink and persuade me to fuck Sean, the dirty 'wonderful' git. Well he needn't have bothered cos he didn't know I'd already made my mind up to fuck Sean. With the non-verbal messages between us concluded, I motioned at Sean toward the apartments entrance, he quickly took the hint and said his apartment was closer, full of booze and might be more comfortable. I knew exactly what he meant by comfortable and what he had in mind. Greg seemed almost to grimace at my eagerness and it occurred to me he might hesitate and back out if I were too pushy. I reached over and stroked Gregs arm sensuously, glided a kiss to his cheek then laying my head on his shoulder as I whispered, “I'm good with this so long as you are”, guiding him towards the door.
Walking up the stairs, Sean hesitated and stooped behind us, I'm sure it was an excuse to look up my crotch, I didn't disappoint him, Greg noticed and turned, winking at me, as if to allay any confusion as to our arrangement. As we entered Seans apartment it was clear this was no budget room, it was large, with turquoise drapes and furnishing. The settee was deep and long, long enough to have a good time on. I silently visualised the scenario, what would be the best position to sit within reach of each other.
Guiding Greg to sit down on the left next to me leaving enough space to 'relaxingly' spread my legs, while giving Sean in the chair opposite unfettered view of my knickers. As he passed my drink he held his hand on my shoulder, softly stroking while eventually placing his fingers on the nape of my neck, it seemed an effort for him to release his lingering touch. Sean slumped back in the chair, swirling his whisky round the glass. As we chatted my mind wandered, I could almost feel him lapping his tongue at my cunt. My posture dropped as I stole another glance at his cock in the better light showed it was not socks, he was heavily endowed, thicker than Mike or Greg, who always teased me that a thick heavy cock was all I desired, to open my pussy wide and stimulate my clit. It was, never the less true, I'd always preferred a broad dick, when it's used properly a guy can touch your clit while fucking you. We sipped our drinks making small talk and admiring each others 'charms' while the excitement and anticipation of what was to follow nearly sent me to bursting point.
Time was passing and Sean was not moving in on me. I was tempted to go over and release his cock, but I was a bit reluctant to appear 'too eager', when Greg, bless him, pretended to relax enough to place his arm around my shoulder while flopping his hand down to my tit. He remarked how gorgeous they were as his fingers brushed by my nipple. This broke the ice, laughing I said I'd noticed Sean's interest, or was that a gun in his pocket. Lazily I placed my hand on Gregs cock, rubbing it slowly, while gazing at Sean, who could not hide his delight, never mind his erection. Greg stroked his other hand down over my bust, then slowly down toward my crotch, I looked over at Sean almost in panic, supposing he might think he's being deprived of his prize, and it's a look, but not touch game, Sean's approving smile relaxed me to let Greg carry on.
My dress was now drawn up high to my waist. With my knickers gusset now well exposed, Greg slid his fingers around under the lace trim to release the elastic and pull the gusset to on side. I drew my legs wider giving Sean a close up of my cunt. I moaned silently as Gregs fingers brushed over my pussy lips teasing Sean. It was as if Greg were preparing me for Sean's cock, the whole notion of which just served to turn me on more as I closed my eyes in pleasure.
The way I'd imagined Sean lapping at my cunt now materialised into reality, he rose eagerly and kneeled before me, gently parting my legs and lowering his face toward my cunt. I panted with excitement as I felt his hot breath on my stomach, kissing me while moving down toward my aching cunt, then his tongue rolled softly across my labia, parting my cunt lips for the first time. The stroking electrified me as his lips gently located and gripped closed over my clit, sucking the clit into his mouth his skilful tongue flickered across my pleasure button, Seans hands slid under my arse cheeks raising me higher toward his welcome mouth while one hand dextrously massaged with my tits.
This was heaven, I'd forgotten Greg was by my side in all my excitement until my floundering arms laid my hand on Gregs lap, I could feel the bulge of his cock as my hand pressed onto him. Struggling his zip down, his cock sprang out, his bell end covered in slippy pre come. I was tempted to take his cock in my mouth and suck him off, but was afraid of losing the attention of Sean, who by this time was deliciously sucking my clit while pushing his stubby fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy. I raised my arse as high as I could to give Sean unfettered access to my aching cunt, Greg obligingly slid a cushion under me. Sean plunged his finger deep into me stretching and opening me up for what I hoped would be his thick cock to fuck me unmercifully. Sean worked tirelessly on me, my juices flowed heavily and my labia ballooned in appreciation, I was moments from orgasm.
I could have screamed as Sean stopped his attention, but I knew what he wanted, and I was more than a little keen to sample that thick cock in my mouth. Placing his hand over my head Sean guided my mouth toward his shaft. I could see come on it glistening in the light. I enveloped his dick between my lips and sucked, the taste was not sweet, but quite alluring. Somewhere in this I got quite carried away and really went to town on him. I could feel him pulsating in my licking mouth as I ran my tongue in his slit and kissed his bell end.
Greg, now massaging my tits drew my hair to one side, gently bit and kissed my neck, whispering in my ear, 'do you want to fuck him yet'. I could contain myself no longer, not letting go of Seans cock I blurted out “yes, yes, please, I want Sean to take me”, “I want him to put his thick cock in my hot cunt, and fuck me till I'm dead, I need him to fuck me, now”. Sean stood, pulling me over the couch and guided me to lay down its length. I was his slave, he could do anything to me and I would submit. I tore off the rest of my clothes and lay with my gapping cunt open and ready for Seans throbbing cock. Greg passed him a joey, but I wanted him bear-back, I wanted to feel his hot come spurt up and flood me inside, I dropped the joey to the floor.
Seans lay over me, his body cool against my hot skin, his cock rubbed up and down the split of my labia, brushing my clit as the bastard teased and flustrated me. Then I felt the pressure of his bell end against my cunt, forcing the labia apart., it wouldn't go in, his cock was so thick I had to reach down, wrap my hand around his shaft, while drawing it up to guide it home. With this I realised just how thick his cock was, my fingers failed to connect around his huge shaft. While easing it in I swear I could feel the ridge of his bell end reaching slowly up into my cunt. With several pushes, he was home, reaching deep into this worshipped cunt of mine. So tight every withdrawal hindered by my tight pussy gripping his cock in hunger.
The pace quickened as our bellies smashed together and Seans chest hair excited my nipples. I drew his head down into my tits and kissed him passionately, biting his neck and sticking my finger nails into the soft flesh of his arse, as I drew him willingly deeper into me, each thrust of his cock reaching new fulfilling depths, satisfying the hunger of my cunt Id craved all holiday.
Gasping, I begged him to fuck me, I groaned, “more” I begged him, “don't stop, fuck me harder', I want your cum in me”. I knew my pleas to Sean would excite Greg, who was now sucking furiously at my nipples and massaging my tits. Seans balls slammed against my arse with every push, then, his body began to stiffen, betraying his impending ejaculation. We gasped with every thrust until he was on the verge, it mattered only that I felt him explode his load into me, what unimaginable pleasure. I felt the warmth of Greg close to me, the noise of his slapping while he wanked his cock. I turned my head to watch him furiously wanking on his cock, looking on the verge of no return, I took his free hand and placed it on my stomach above my cunt. With his instinct for my impending orgasm Greg started to enthusiastically caress my clit with a fast circular motion while Sean continued to fuck me, the noise of my juices echoed between us with every thrust of his cock into me.
Greg gradually increased the massage pressure while now leaning over me, wanking his cock hard. The feeling of having my cunt fucked and clit rubbed at the same time by two different guys was ecstatic. The noises of heavy breathing, bodies slapping together, cock slurping in my cunt, the smells of perspiration, pussy lube, cum and perfume made for a heady mix of animalistic passion.
As I balanced on the edge of orgasm Sean spurted his load, pushing his cock deep inside me with a flood of cum that could only have been saved over months. My orgasm was now peaking and on the point of no return as those familiar waves of pleasure rippled from my cunt to erupt through my whole body I could feel my toes curling, my breasts aching, my tingling nipples protruding as Greg skilfully massaged my clit. Greg exploded his load over my tits as my orgasm erupted. Groaning with the most intense pleasure I rose my arse high in ecstasy as my cunt went into spasm expelling Seans cock. I gripped my tits together and rubbed Gregs creamy silk into them until the orgasm subsided into a satisfied haze.
I lay there with Sean and Greg panting either side, the familiar trickle of warm juice copiously running down my arse felt so good, not at all the 'mess to clear up' I contracted my cunt to suck-in this magic fluid. My satisfied body prone, my swollen dripping cunt on view for the whole world as I lay there in exhausted bliss. The strange thing was, despite being fucked silly, I still felt randy, I could have gone again, my cunt had no feeling of fatigue, or the usual sensitivity. It was still hot, supple and juicy, ready for another fucking. Dare I ask, here were two guys to fuck me, and now both spent.
As I lay there I considered if Greg had not been in such a rush, he could have piggybacked and fucked me after Sean. But then Sean had discarded the joey and I'm not sure how Greg would have relished 'sloppy seconds', probably would not mind knowing him, I certainly would not have minded. I felt tempted to give the guys time to recover and encourage another session, but then I thought, let them off the hook, packing would not wait. It even crossed my mind that maybe we could extend our stay? Tucking my knickers into my bag, I considered whether to save them as a souvenir, we said our goodbyes, leaving Sean laying exhausted on the couch, and left. Passing a porter on the stairs, I'd swear he knew what we'd been up-to, fact is he was quite dishy, perhaps we could, no, this is getting out of hand, time for a little control.
I lay on the bed in a bit of a daze but not at all tired, perhaps it's the drink, have I been spiked?, but why do I still feel horny. I started to daydream as to what might have happened had Marie stuck around, would she have joined us, would she have expected Sean or Greg to fuck her, would I have let her, would I have let him fuck her. I suppose I could not have complained had it gone that way, but I'm glad it didn't and I got two guys alone. Still Greg can fuck me now if he's up for it. I can only imagine what he felt seeing me fuck Sean like that, I know he enjoys it, I wonder if he likes it more than actually fucking me. I lay on the bed, my legs are spread, Seans juice is still coming out, and I'm a bit worried Greg will turn me down if he doesn't want sloppy seconds. “Greg, would you like to clean me up”, I asked. I almost expected him to give me a blow job, but comes back with a hot towel and gently bathed my pussy,
Maybe he does enjoy watching more? He wiped my cunt down with all the care he shaves me with. I needed to find out, “Greg you've not fucked me yet, I feel conscious of your needs'. 'Don't you fancy kissing my pussy and fucking me, it's still very hot for you' Truth was my cunt now was becoming a little tender and a blow job would have resolved me still feeling horny without any discomfort. Then for some reason, blurting out, “you can fuck my arse if you prefer”, well that's new, he said, I can see your tender, that was one hell of a fuck you took, OK if you fancy it, but it wouldn't normally be my first choice. “Mm, yes please”, as he put my mind at rest.
Greg suddenly looked serious; No I thought, don't spoil things now. Listen Jenni, I have to mention something. You know how I get so much enjoyment out of watching you get fucked by other guys, 'Mm'. Well there is a bit more to it. I only get the kick from it because we are a couple, do you understand that. “well, no, I don't actually, can you explain”. The fact is, if we did not have a relationship, if I did not love you, you would just be another woman. It's only because we're together I enjoy it. I enjoy the awakening of jealousy, envy, fear, erotica, insecurities and the unknown. Knowing you're enjoying your sensuality and coming home to me is all that matters. I need you to know that.
So, no big revelations there then, but I now had a better grasp of why he wants us doing this, and what will turn him on, the things I can learn to excite him while wer'e fucking or me getting fucked. I relaxed, got some lube and wetted my crack, I'd done this before, not that I'd told Greg, and while it was OK, nothing beats having your fanny fucked. I turned over, got on my knees and waited. I half hoped Greg would slide up my cunt, but when he entered my arse it actually felt quite good. Talk dirty to me, he said, one bonus of this position was his hand could go under me to rub my clit. Thinking about what he'd said I began to talk dirty of the things he wanted to hear, a small price for what he does for me.
“How do you like seeing me get fucked” I said, “You love seeing a big fat cock fucking me, don't you' 'You like it when I beg for more, and look at you wanking your cum over me, wishing it were you fucking me, coming over my tits, while some stranger's got his cock buried deep in me, fucking my cunt'. 'Do you like it when I look at you while another guys fucking me', are you afraid his cock is better than yours' 'does it make you jealous' 'when I orgasm on his cock, when you know I'm clenching my cunt around his dick, squeezing his come out', 'could I get pregnant” I could feel my words exciting Greg, he began to pump me harder.
Greg replied, I love you getting fucked, I love seeing the grimace of orgasm on your face, It turns me on when you look at me, make a sexy face, smile at me while being rammed, and tell me what your feeling, I love it when a guy comes in you and you suck him dry, your pussy juice running all down his cock': I let out a loud scream as I came, bucking my arse up so hard Greg came out of me and shot his load all over my arse.
I have a better understanding now of what makes Greg tick and why he gets such pleasure from sharing. The one aspect I hold dear from this, is he gets his pleasure from mine. You have to be very strong and secure to do that. Its only by virtue of that strength of love it's at all possible. Men are unique in this, a loving woman can only benefit from sharing if she understands these social dynamics, and is willing to have a great sex life without the fear.
