In a first draft of this, I failed to note that there were significant life events for Kaye and me during this time. We (and Max) graduated from college. Kaye and I got married. The wedding was an hour's drive from where we lived. We did not go on a honeymoon immediately (I don't remember if we ever had one, actually). On the night of the wedding, we returned to our room, exhausted. We made love that night, out of respect for tradition, but it was not memorable. It was just one fuck in a series of hundreds -- and we were really tired.
Kaye, Max, and I all continued to live there throughout the summer, when Kaye and I moved to another city. "We" fucked Max maybe a half-dozen times in the months before and after we got married. (It was over a period of 8 months, so that seems like a low number, though.) I remember wondering whether we would be monogamous after the wedding. The answer was "no", and perhaps the first time she slept with Max after we got married was especially intense -- but I don't remember it now, in particular. I just remember a series of episodes, not whether the were before or after we got married.
I would often start talking about Max when Kaye an I were fucking. On several occasions, the talk got hotter and hotter until I would dare her to go over to his room. Things would go pretty much as in the previous descriptions. She would leave the room and I would wait as long as I could stand it, which wasn't very long. Seeing her naked when she got out of bed to put on her robe was somehow different, and much sexier, than seeing her naked before making love (and that was, of course, extremely sexy). After a while, I would enter his room to find them engaged in foreplay. They went through most of the variations: kissing, oral sex, 69, and then would start to fuck, always with her on top. The sex lasted a bit longer each time but these were far from sexual marathons. After he came deep in her pussy, she and I would return to our room and fuck.
Sometimes she would get very annoyed when I started talking about Max and tell me to "shut up about it!" in an angry tone. I would feel bad and comply immediately. Other times, she would "threaten" me. The conversations would go something like this.
Me: "How does this feel?"
Kaye: "Ok"
Me: "Just ok?"
Kaye: "Yeah"
Me: "Why is that? Would it help if I had a bigger cock?"
Kaye: "Maybe"
Me: "I bet you'd like it if somebody with a big dick were fucking you right now."
Kaye: (silence)
Me: "Do you happen to know anyone with a bigger cock?"
Kaye: (silence, but getting a little wetter)
Me: "Oh, I know! MAX has a bigger cock, doesn't he! How could I have forgotten?"
Kaye: (silence)
Me: "I remember watching you fuck Max. You really liked sitting on his big cock, with his big balls up against your ass."
Kaye: (silence)
Me: "I guess you could go fuck him now, if you really wanted to be fucked by a big cock."
Kaye: "If you don't shut up about it, I'm going to go do it."
Me: "I don't think so."
Kaye: "I really mean it. You're making me want to do it. So shut up or I'm going to do it."
I was silent for awhile, because I was so conflicted. I didn't want her to actually do it, but the "devil on my shoulder" did. I also wasn't sure she would do it, and couldn't resist tempting fate.
Me (finally): "I can't really believe that you'd fuck him just because I was fantasizing about it. You wouldn't really let him come in your pussy just because of that."
Kaye: (silence)
Me: "Are you seriously saying that you'd slip his big fat cock head between your pussy lips just because I talked about it?"
Kaye: (pushing my cock out of her): "Ok, that's it!"
Kaye would stand up, throw on her robe, and practically stomp over to Max's room, leaving me alone. As usual, I would wait for awhile then go over there to find her sucking his cock with enthusiasm.
One time, Kaye was on top of Max and was just sinking down on his cock. I decided to help. I put one hand on her ass, two fingers on each cheek (like the Vulcan greeting in Star Trek), and lifted gently so she rose up on his cock again instead of sinking it all the way immediately. I would have liked her to do that, were I in his place.
She looked over her shoulder, and said in a shocked voice "WHAT are you doing?!" I said "Don't worry about it" -- feeling that a discussion was inappropriate at that point. I sat down again and nature took its course.
Afterwards, she asked me again what I had been doing. She then explained why she was so interested: "His cock got really hard! You were touching his cock! Max is gay!" I explained that I hadn't touched him, and that the most obvious explanation was that her pussy lifting up felt good. I think she preferred to think Max had bisexual tendencies -- I don't know why. Maybe she would have loved to see me suck his cock, but the idea didn't turn me on and I can't imagine being convinced to do that.
Sometimes, Kaye would show more initiative. On a couple of occasions, I would catch her out of the corner of my eye mooning me, with her bathrobe hiked up over her bare ass. But I only got a glimpse since she dropped it just as I looked and wouldn't show me again. Once, when she did that, I suggested she do that to Max. As usual, I joined them in his room a while after she went over there. This time, they were lying on the bed facing each other. She had her back to me, completely nude, and he was wearing his boxers. One of his arms was under her, and that hand was resting comfortably with his palm on the cheek of her ass. The other hand was cupping her breast. They were kissing and she was slowly stroking his cock in his boxers. For some reason, this made a special impression on me. They looked so relaxed, comfortable, and unhurried -- but aroused. It reminded me viscerally of when Kaye and I did the same thing -- the feel of her skin and curves under my hands and her hand on my cock as we kissed. After a time, she looked at me and said "Can I fuck him?" I said "Whatever you want." She mounted him and then fucked him unusually slowly and luxuriously. He still didn't last long, but it seemed especially nice for them.
Another time, after she mooned me, I said: "Why don't you go talk to Max for awhile?" "How long?" "I don't know." "Until he fucks me?" I shrugged. She went over to his room. This was in the early evening, and, embarrassingly, someone else knocked on his door when she was in the room. There was a delay (I guess while she was getting her robe back on). He greeted the unwelcome drop-in and said he was busy -- while Kaye was visible, sitting in her bathrobe. I think it was pretty obvious what was going on.
After the visitor left, I joined them. She was sitting in her robe at the foot of the bed and Max was lying on it, with his feet near her. I was sitting in a chair opposite her. She looked at me and held one side of the top of her robe open so I could see her left breast, and winked at me. Max couldn't see it, but could see that she was flashing me. Then she held the other side open for Max's benefit and winked at him (I could see the whole thing). Then she got up, and walked over to Max. With her back to me, she held her robe open so that Max could see everything -- and I couldn't see anything. Then, with her robe open, she crawled onto him and started kissing him, with her entire naked front against him. I could see his hands running up and down her back and ass, under the robe, but I couldn't see her body at all. Of course, I found this frustrating and asked her to take off her robe, which she did. She fucked Max for awhile until he came. Afterwards, I asked what she was trying to do: "I thought that would turn you on." I guess I wasn't in the mood, because I would rather have just seen her naked.
On one occasion, we were doing nothing in particular. Kaye was sitting on the bed lengthwise, with her back propped up with pillows, reading. Suddenly, she looked at me, cupped her tits, holding them out for me, and said in a seductive voice, "They're friendly!" This was unusual behavior for her -- I don't remember her ever initiating sex with me (she certainly didn't have to).
I didn't need further encouragement. I began kissing her passionately while squeezing one breast. We slowly undressed each other. Once I got her shirt and bra off, I worshipped her tits for ten or more minutes, alternating between her nipples and kissing her. Eventually, we got our clothes off. I kissed her body all over and rubbed my fingers over her clit while she rubbed my bare cock, which was as stiff as it could possibly be. I could feel the slickness of her pussy lips, and eventually lined up for penetration. She grabbed my cock to guide it in (I thought), and said:
"You don't get to fuck me until Max does."
I was flabbergasted. I kissed her again, she took her hand off my cock, and I said "Fuck that!" and plunged my cock into her pussy -- almost. At the last instant, she batted it aside so that my dick head rammed into her thigh instead.
"You're kidding!" I protested. She shook her head no. Then I got angry and said I really didn't want her use sex for extortion. She looked chagrined and apologized. But she didn't fuck me. She may well have fucked him before she fucked me a few days later -- I don't remember.
This was one of several instances where she was obviously trying to take things up to the next level (though neither of us knew what the levels were, at that time), but I balked. In the years since, I have often regretted not going along with this. I always felt that I wanted her to take the initiative, but I couldn't deal with it when she tried. Had I surrendered at that point, I believe we would have had some interesting sexual adventures. I could have begged her to fuck him, since I was so desperately horny. Or, maybe she would have upped the ante -- demanded that he spend the night with her in our room, or that she get to fuck him several times before I got laid. It makes me very horny to think about some of these possibilities now. But, then, I really just wasn't ready for it.
Kaye, Max, and I all continued to live there throughout the summer, when Kaye and I moved to another city. "We" fucked Max maybe a half-dozen times in the months before and after we got married. (It was over a period of 8 months, so that seems like a low number, though.) I remember wondering whether we would be monogamous after the wedding. The answer was "no", and perhaps the first time she slept with Max after we got married was especially intense -- but I don't remember it now, in particular. I just remember a series of episodes, not whether the were before or after we got married.
I would often start talking about Max when Kaye an I were fucking. On several occasions, the talk got hotter and hotter until I would dare her to go over to his room. Things would go pretty much as in the previous descriptions. She would leave the room and I would wait as long as I could stand it, which wasn't very long. Seeing her naked when she got out of bed to put on her robe was somehow different, and much sexier, than seeing her naked before making love (and that was, of course, extremely sexy). After a while, I would enter his room to find them engaged in foreplay. They went through most of the variations: kissing, oral sex, 69, and then would start to fuck, always with her on top. The sex lasted a bit longer each time but these were far from sexual marathons. After he came deep in her pussy, she and I would return to our room and fuck.
Sometimes she would get very annoyed when I started talking about Max and tell me to "shut up about it!" in an angry tone. I would feel bad and comply immediately. Other times, she would "threaten" me. The conversations would go something like this.
Me: "How does this feel?"
Kaye: "Ok"
Me: "Just ok?"
Kaye: "Yeah"
Me: "Why is that? Would it help if I had a bigger cock?"
Kaye: "Maybe"
Me: "I bet you'd like it if somebody with a big dick were fucking you right now."
Kaye: (silence)
Me: "Do you happen to know anyone with a bigger cock?"
Kaye: (silence, but getting a little wetter)
Me: "Oh, I know! MAX has a bigger cock, doesn't he! How could I have forgotten?"
Kaye: (silence)
Me: "I remember watching you fuck Max. You really liked sitting on his big cock, with his big balls up against your ass."
Kaye: (silence)
Me: "I guess you could go fuck him now, if you really wanted to be fucked by a big cock."
Kaye: "If you don't shut up about it, I'm going to go do it."
Me: "I don't think so."
Kaye: "I really mean it. You're making me want to do it. So shut up or I'm going to do it."
I was silent for awhile, because I was so conflicted. I didn't want her to actually do it, but the "devil on my shoulder" did. I also wasn't sure she would do it, and couldn't resist tempting fate.
Me (finally): "I can't really believe that you'd fuck him just because I was fantasizing about it. You wouldn't really let him come in your pussy just because of that."
Kaye: (silence)
Me: "Are you seriously saying that you'd slip his big fat cock head between your pussy lips just because I talked about it?"
Kaye: (pushing my cock out of her): "Ok, that's it!"
Kaye would stand up, throw on her robe, and practically stomp over to Max's room, leaving me alone. As usual, I would wait for awhile then go over there to find her sucking his cock with enthusiasm.
One time, Kaye was on top of Max and was just sinking down on his cock. I decided to help. I put one hand on her ass, two fingers on each cheek (like the Vulcan greeting in Star Trek), and lifted gently so she rose up on his cock again instead of sinking it all the way immediately. I would have liked her to do that, were I in his place.
She looked over her shoulder, and said in a shocked voice "WHAT are you doing?!" I said "Don't worry about it" -- feeling that a discussion was inappropriate at that point. I sat down again and nature took its course.
Afterwards, she asked me again what I had been doing. She then explained why she was so interested: "His cock got really hard! You were touching his cock! Max is gay!" I explained that I hadn't touched him, and that the most obvious explanation was that her pussy lifting up felt good. I think she preferred to think Max had bisexual tendencies -- I don't know why. Maybe she would have loved to see me suck his cock, but the idea didn't turn me on and I can't imagine being convinced to do that.
Sometimes, Kaye would show more initiative. On a couple of occasions, I would catch her out of the corner of my eye mooning me, with her bathrobe hiked up over her bare ass. But I only got a glimpse since she dropped it just as I looked and wouldn't show me again. Once, when she did that, I suggested she do that to Max. As usual, I joined them in his room a while after she went over there. This time, they were lying on the bed facing each other. She had her back to me, completely nude, and he was wearing his boxers. One of his arms was under her, and that hand was resting comfortably with his palm on the cheek of her ass. The other hand was cupping her breast. They were kissing and she was slowly stroking his cock in his boxers. For some reason, this made a special impression on me. They looked so relaxed, comfortable, and unhurried -- but aroused. It reminded me viscerally of when Kaye and I did the same thing -- the feel of her skin and curves under my hands and her hand on my cock as we kissed. After a time, she looked at me and said "Can I fuck him?" I said "Whatever you want." She mounted him and then fucked him unusually slowly and luxuriously. He still didn't last long, but it seemed especially nice for them.
Another time, after she mooned me, I said: "Why don't you go talk to Max for awhile?" "How long?" "I don't know." "Until he fucks me?" I shrugged. She went over to his room. This was in the early evening, and, embarrassingly, someone else knocked on his door when she was in the room. There was a delay (I guess while she was getting her robe back on). He greeted the unwelcome drop-in and said he was busy -- while Kaye was visible, sitting in her bathrobe. I think it was pretty obvious what was going on.
After the visitor left, I joined them. She was sitting in her robe at the foot of the bed and Max was lying on it, with his feet near her. I was sitting in a chair opposite her. She looked at me and held one side of the top of her robe open so I could see her left breast, and winked at me. Max couldn't see it, but could see that she was flashing me. Then she held the other side open for Max's benefit and winked at him (I could see the whole thing). Then she got up, and walked over to Max. With her back to me, she held her robe open so that Max could see everything -- and I couldn't see anything. Then, with her robe open, she crawled onto him and started kissing him, with her entire naked front against him. I could see his hands running up and down her back and ass, under the robe, but I couldn't see her body at all. Of course, I found this frustrating and asked her to take off her robe, which she did. She fucked Max for awhile until he came. Afterwards, I asked what she was trying to do: "I thought that would turn you on." I guess I wasn't in the mood, because I would rather have just seen her naked.
On one occasion, we were doing nothing in particular. Kaye was sitting on the bed lengthwise, with her back propped up with pillows, reading. Suddenly, she looked at me, cupped her tits, holding them out for me, and said in a seductive voice, "They're friendly!" This was unusual behavior for her -- I don't remember her ever initiating sex with me (she certainly didn't have to).
I didn't need further encouragement. I began kissing her passionately while squeezing one breast. We slowly undressed each other. Once I got her shirt and bra off, I worshipped her tits for ten or more minutes, alternating between her nipples and kissing her. Eventually, we got our clothes off. I kissed her body all over and rubbed my fingers over her clit while she rubbed my bare cock, which was as stiff as it could possibly be. I could feel the slickness of her pussy lips, and eventually lined up for penetration. She grabbed my cock to guide it in (I thought), and said:
"You don't get to fuck me until Max does."
I was flabbergasted. I kissed her again, she took her hand off my cock, and I said "Fuck that!" and plunged my cock into her pussy -- almost. At the last instant, she batted it aside so that my dick head rammed into her thigh instead.
"You're kidding!" I protested. She shook her head no. Then I got angry and said I really didn't want her use sex for extortion. She looked chagrined and apologized. But she didn't fuck me. She may well have fucked him before she fucked me a few days later -- I don't remember.
This was one of several instances where she was obviously trying to take things up to the next level (though neither of us knew what the levels were, at that time), but I balked. In the years since, I have often regretted not going along with this. I always felt that I wanted her to take the initiative, but I couldn't deal with it when she tried. Had I surrendered at that point, I believe we would have had some interesting sexual adventures. I could have begged her to fuck him, since I was so desperately horny. Or, maybe she would have upped the ante -- demanded that he spend the night with her in our room, or that she get to fuck him several times before I got laid. It makes me very horny to think about some of these possibilities now. But, then, I really just wasn't ready for it.
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