It took us a few days to process what happened and to decide where we wanted to take it next. Kaye filled me in on a few things I didn't know: She said that, after I left during the slideshow, she just grabbed Max by the head and pushed his face into her breasts, where he started suckling. And, when she intercepted him later on his way back to the room, he asked what was going on, and she said: "I want to fuck you while Kevin watches"! Only then did I realize how disappointed they both were when I pulled the plug on the evening a few minutes later.
Kaye and I spent hours running our hands over each other and teasing each other about what she'd done, what she might do, and what it might be like. We must have fucked a lot, but I don't remember it! This is where I formulated what his role in our relationship could be: "He's our sex toy." The emphasis was that this was OUR sexual activity, even though she was the one who would be having sex with him (I had no "bi" interests, and I don't know if he did). During this time, I was going through Jeckyll and Hyde transformations, oscillating between horny plans and feeling we should focus on having a "normal" relationship. Kaye, on the other hand, wasn't running hot and cold -- just hot. She wanted to fuck him. Fucking me wasn't going to be enough now.
Max actually absented himself. I don't know if he was busy or avoiding us, but he wasn't around that much. After a few days, Kaye noticed he was back in his room. She sat on my lap and massaged by dick while I gently squeezed her tits, and we discussed quietly how, at any moment, she could go up there and fuck him. She rapidly recruited me as an enthusiastic co-conspirator and I sent her to him. After a few minutes I went to see what was happening. I found them in his room, having a heart-to-heart discussion, with her sitting on his lap, her arm around his neck, and his hands on her hips. Apparently, they were debating the wisdom of having sex, and he got cold feet. I helped wrap up the conversation and Kaye and I went back to her room. I no longer remember, but I imagine that I gave her a consolation fuck -- not what she really wanted, but the best she was going to get at that moment.
A few days later, we went through the same warmup process. This time, after we decided she'd go up to his room, I said: "Forget the long discussion. I'm going come up there in five minutes and I want to see you sucking his cock!" She looked a little scared, and I said: "What?" She said "When you say it that way, it just sounds so real." She vanished and I sat wondering what I had done.
As promised, after five minutes I went over to his room. She was not, in fact, sucking his cock. They were both fully clothed, sitting on opposite ends of his bed. She was wearing tight jeans and a tight T shirt, which made her amazing figure look even more amazing. I sat in the chair at the foot of the bed and raised my eyebrows. Kaye looked me for a moment, and said, wonderingly "Max said yes!" Somehow, she hadn't expected this. Her bluff had been called, and she wasn't sure she could follow through.
I looked at Max and he said "I don't know what to say except that I'm a horny bastard." I looked at Kaye, who seem deeply embarrassed, and looked like she was going to flee. Knowing it would amplify her discomfort, I said: "You know, you're going to have to take off your shirt." (I'm not sure why I did this -- it seems a little sadistic. I certainly didn't think she would back down.) She looked down sheepishly and said, in a small voice "I know ...", and then excused herself -- I assumed to go to the bathroom, but really to gulp down a glass of wine to calm her nerves.
She reappeared and sat down on the bed as before. She looked at me for approval and said, "Can I kiss him first?" I said "Sure, do whatever you want." I wished she hadn't asked, because I didn't want to direct the action. At this point, Max was lying on his back with his head propped up on a pillow, his feet towards us. Kaye crawled over, laid down next to him, and they started kissing, at first gingerly and then, soon, with some passion.
After a few minutes, Kaye sat up again. All her uncertainty was now gone. She straightened her back, planted her feet on the floor, and said: "Kevin, are you watching?" Then she grabbed the bottom of her T shirt and pulled it over her head, slowly and deliberately. It was my turn not to believe what was happening. She tossed the shirt aside and grinned at me, sitting in her bra with her with her flawless skin, flat stomach, and jutting breasts. At this point, it still didn't seem like the point of no return. She was no more ******* than she would be in a bathing suit.
Then, still looking me in the eye, she reached around behind her back to unhook her bra. I saw the straps over her shoulders go slack, and saw the side of a breast *******. Then she moved her hands forward and the bra slipped off, ******** her naked tits. She set the bra aside and leaned back on her hands, arching her back a little for the benefit of her audience. Her nipples were erect. I glanced at Max, whose eyes were popping from their sockets -- this was in broad daylight, and the first time he had seen her topless in her full glory. And the first time she had been naked in front of another man since we'd gotten serious.
She then crawled back over the bed to him. He extended both hands to cup her breasts as soon as they came within reach and held on for dear life. Kaye and Max began kissing with real passion. Soon, he and she removed his clothes until he had on only his boxer shorts. She laid on top of him, her bare back visible to me, with her blue-jeaned crotch on his leg, and stroked his dick inside his shorts as he continued to kiss her and fondle her breasts.
Kaye had a beautiful body, but her bare back and narrow waist seemed a so much sexier with his hands running over them. He wasn't a really big guy, but the difference in their body shapes and sizes seemed to accentuate her slender and curvy form. I felt I was seeing her naked for the first time, through his eyes.
Kaye and I spent hours running our hands over each other and teasing each other about what she'd done, what she might do, and what it might be like. We must have fucked a lot, but I don't remember it! This is where I formulated what his role in our relationship could be: "He's our sex toy." The emphasis was that this was OUR sexual activity, even though she was the one who would be having sex with him (I had no "bi" interests, and I don't know if he did). During this time, I was going through Jeckyll and Hyde transformations, oscillating between horny plans and feeling we should focus on having a "normal" relationship. Kaye, on the other hand, wasn't running hot and cold -- just hot. She wanted to fuck him. Fucking me wasn't going to be enough now.
Max actually absented himself. I don't know if he was busy or avoiding us, but he wasn't around that much. After a few days, Kaye noticed he was back in his room. She sat on my lap and massaged by dick while I gently squeezed her tits, and we discussed quietly how, at any moment, she could go up there and fuck him. She rapidly recruited me as an enthusiastic co-conspirator and I sent her to him. After a few minutes I went to see what was happening. I found them in his room, having a heart-to-heart discussion, with her sitting on his lap, her arm around his neck, and his hands on her hips. Apparently, they were debating the wisdom of having sex, and he got cold feet. I helped wrap up the conversation and Kaye and I went back to her room. I no longer remember, but I imagine that I gave her a consolation fuck -- not what she really wanted, but the best she was going to get at that moment.
A few days later, we went through the same warmup process. This time, after we decided she'd go up to his room, I said: "Forget the long discussion. I'm going come up there in five minutes and I want to see you sucking his cock!" She looked a little scared, and I said: "What?" She said "When you say it that way, it just sounds so real." She vanished and I sat wondering what I had done.
As promised, after five minutes I went over to his room. She was not, in fact, sucking his cock. They were both fully clothed, sitting on opposite ends of his bed. She was wearing tight jeans and a tight T shirt, which made her amazing figure look even more amazing. I sat in the chair at the foot of the bed and raised my eyebrows. Kaye looked me for a moment, and said, wonderingly "Max said yes!" Somehow, she hadn't expected this. Her bluff had been called, and she wasn't sure she could follow through.
I looked at Max and he said "I don't know what to say except that I'm a horny bastard." I looked at Kaye, who seem deeply embarrassed, and looked like she was going to flee. Knowing it would amplify her discomfort, I said: "You know, you're going to have to take off your shirt." (I'm not sure why I did this -- it seems a little sadistic. I certainly didn't think she would back down.) She looked down sheepishly and said, in a small voice "I know ...", and then excused herself -- I assumed to go to the bathroom, but really to gulp down a glass of wine to calm her nerves.
She reappeared and sat down on the bed as before. She looked at me for approval and said, "Can I kiss him first?" I said "Sure, do whatever you want." I wished she hadn't asked, because I didn't want to direct the action. At this point, Max was lying on his back with his head propped up on a pillow, his feet towards us. Kaye crawled over, laid down next to him, and they started kissing, at first gingerly and then, soon, with some passion.
After a few minutes, Kaye sat up again. All her uncertainty was now gone. She straightened her back, planted her feet on the floor, and said: "Kevin, are you watching?" Then she grabbed the bottom of her T shirt and pulled it over her head, slowly and deliberately. It was my turn not to believe what was happening. She tossed the shirt aside and grinned at me, sitting in her bra with her with her flawless skin, flat stomach, and jutting breasts. At this point, it still didn't seem like the point of no return. She was no more ******* than she would be in a bathing suit.
Then, still looking me in the eye, she reached around behind her back to unhook her bra. I saw the straps over her shoulders go slack, and saw the side of a breast *******. Then she moved her hands forward and the bra slipped off, ******** her naked tits. She set the bra aside and leaned back on her hands, arching her back a little for the benefit of her audience. Her nipples were erect. I glanced at Max, whose eyes were popping from their sockets -- this was in broad daylight, and the first time he had seen her topless in her full glory. And the first time she had been naked in front of another man since we'd gotten serious.
She then crawled back over the bed to him. He extended both hands to cup her breasts as soon as they came within reach and held on for dear life. Kaye and Max began kissing with real passion. Soon, he and she removed his clothes until he had on only his boxer shorts. She laid on top of him, her bare back visible to me, with her blue-jeaned crotch on his leg, and stroked his dick inside his shorts as he continued to kiss her and fondle her breasts.
Kaye had a beautiful body, but her bare back and narrow waist seemed a so much sexier with his hands running over them. He wasn't a really big guy, but the difference in their body shapes and sizes seemed to accentuate her slender and curvy form. I felt I was seeing her naked for the first time, through his eyes.
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