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Let's Make A Deal
by Anonymous Author (address withheld)
***
My husband Greg and I always make deals. In fact he
bribed me to send in the details of our threesome
adventure that happened in December 2004. (MFF, 1st-bi-
expr, voy)
***
Greg and I got married in 2002 in Las Vegas. Greg used
to work in the same building that I do. Greg is a very
good looking guy. My girlfriends were immediately
jealous when we started dating. He takes pride in
staying in shape and he makes me want to be a better
woman.
Based on the way I was raised it's a wonder I am not
totally frigid. I don't ever remember seeing my parents
naked. They were careful to lock their bedroom door and
I never heard them having sex or can even recall any
open affection. Nudity was taboo so was any discussion
of sex. I remember that I first learned about sex when
I was around 12 years old from a neighborhood boy. We
used to play "show me yours and I'll show you mine" in
his crawlspace.
It was the first time I had ever seen a penis. He asked
me to touch it and I was fascinated that it got so
hard. My girlfriends filled in the gaps about the
differences between boys and girls. I remember being so
appalled at the thought that my parents having sex. I
couldn't imagine that they could do such a thing. There
were times when I wanted to ask my mother questions
about sex, but I was shy and there never seemed to be
the right opportunity.
Once I was in high school, my girlfriend Janet showed
me some magazines that she discovered hidden in her
dad's closet. I spent the night at her house a couple
of times a month and she would sneak the magazines into
her room and we would look at them late at night under
the faint light of a flashlight.
The magazines were hardcore pornography. Pictures of
women spread wide open with their fingers inside their
pussies, or engaged in intercourse with exceptionally
well endowed men. I thought back to the time that I
used to get naked with the boy in the neighborhood and
remember that his erect penis was about the size of my
middle finger, while the pictures of the men in the
porno magazines with erections that were as long as a
soda bottle and as big around as my wrist. Jan and I
talked about how painful it would be to have something
so large inside of our privates. We never used the term
"pussy".
I first learned to masturbate from Janet. After looking
at the magazines we talked about how warm we got and
how our privates got wet. Janet showed me how she
rubbed herself, she called it her twat. I had my first
orgasm after watching Janet put her own hand inside her
pajamas and finger herself.
***
Sometime later, Janet invited me to stay over one
weekend. She had told me that her dad had gotten a new
magazine and she wanted to show me. I was curious to
see what it was. We had to wait until her parents and
brother went to sleep. Her bedroom door didn't have a
lock, so we always waited until it was really late
before we got down on our stomachs on the floor between
her bed and the wall, pulled a blanket up over our
heads and pulled the magazine out from under her
mattress.
I asked Janet if she was worried that her dad would
discover that she had taken the magazines, but she said
he had so many that he wouldn't notice and besides he
would just blame her older brother.
When I saw the cover on the magazine I realized
immediately what I was going to see on the inside. Two
very sexy topless women were engaged in a passionate
kiss while their hands cupped each other's breasts.
Janet started to turn the pages one at a time. She had
the advantage of knowing exactly what we were going to
see. There were dozens pictures of the same two women
undressing each other, kissing, caressing, touching and
sucking each other's breasts. My breathing got heavy as
I realized that with more than half the pictures yet to
be revealed, the women were going to end up licking
each other.
I had seen pictures of male and female oral sex in
other magazines Janet showed me. I was now masturbating
regularly and I had tasted my fingers after doing so. I
knew what my pussy tasted like and I liked it. The
pictures in the magazine were printed on glossy paper.
They were crisp and clear and taken from a close
vantage. They were like photographs. The woman licked
and ate each other out in every imaginable position. I
had taken over the job of turning the pages because
Janet had moved her hand down between her legs and
began to rub her twat.
We later talked about how badly each of us wanted to
touch the other. I had thought about it on several
other occasions when I had slept over. But this night
were laying side by side, our faces were inches apart.
Jan's eyes were closed and she was close to orgasm. I
looked at the last page of pictures by myself. Jan
rolled over on her back and with her free hand touched
the side of my face. I took this as my cue to kiss her.
I had never French kissed anyone before, but I seemed
to know exactly how to do it. Our tongues entwined and
my hands slipped under her silky pajama top. My fingers
glided over her erect nipples. Jan removed her hand
from her soaked pussy and I could feel her wet finger
slide across my nipple. I could smell the familiar
scent of her feminine secretions.
We followed the action of the magazine like a script.
No words, just sighs and deep throaty moans and
ecstasy. Things were a little uneasy between us for a
few days afterwards. We wondered if we were lesbians. I
was sure that I wasn't, because most of my fantasies
involved boys and an animalistic craving to have a cock
inside of me. Jan and I told each other that this was a
secret that we would never tell and we agreed that we
shouldn't do it again. I avoided sleepovers for awhile.
Eventually we did get together and have sex three more
times. A part-time job and a boyfriend soon got in the
way of my intimate friendship with Jan. Later that
summer her dad got transferred to Chicago and sadly we
eventually lost touch.
When Greg and I met and started dating the subject of
sexuality eventually came up. I readily admitted that I
was bisexual. Greg wasn't the first man who I dated who
seemed to be turned on by the fact that I was bisexual.
One encounter doesn't necessarily make you bisexual. By
the time I met Greg, I had actually been with two other
women.
A year later when Greg and I got married in Vegas I
talked him into taking me to a strip club. I am turned
on by attractive women and the idea of going to a strip
club has always intrigued and fascinated me. Greg has
been to strip clubs with his buddies and he filled me
in on the etiquette of strip clubs in the cab on the
way there. Greg always asks about details of my
bisexual encounters so we made one of our "deals".
I told him that if he would take me to a nice club and
let me pick out a girl to do a lap dance for me, I
would come back to our hotel room and tell him the
nitty gritty details of one of my bisexual encounters
and let him cum in my mouth. I really don't mind
letting Greg cum in my mouth, but I pretend not to like
it, and some things like this are reserved as special
treats to be earned or traded for. It's a fun game that
we both enjoy.
***
At the club, I became immediately drawn to a petite
redheaded stripper named Kim. She was a bit older than
most of the other girls and had a naughty look that I
really like. She was dressed like a Catholic
schoolgirl, complete with the plaid skirt and white
socks and black patent shoes. Her skirt was a lot
shorter than the standard issue type and she wasn't
wearing panties. She noticed me watching her, and when
she took her turn on the stage, I walked up to insert a
ten dollar bill in her lace garter.
She pulled me close and pressed my face between her
bare breasts. I asked her ear to come join us when she
finished her routine. The pounding music, lights and
atmosphere was intoxicating. Far better than I had
imagined it would be. Kim walked over to our table and
took a seat next to me and asked us if we wanted to
take her to a private VIP area. Hell yes I do! Kim took
my hand and Greg followed behind us like a bewildered
puppy dog.
Before Greg explained the rules of strip clubs, I
assumed that you could do just about anything with the
strippers if you had enough money. The disappointing
reality is that you aren't supposed to touch the girls.
They can touch you, but you can't touch them.
Greg explained that most places have to deal with local
law enforcement which would shut them down if they
didn't enforce strict no touching rules, and besides
the girls make enough money just grinding against the
guys pants. No wonder these guys go home so horny. I
reclined on a couch and Greg took a seat across from us
so that he could watch.
Kim stood in front of me and unbuttoned her white
blouse and tossed it onto the couch next to me. She
leaned over and pulled my face between her breasts. She
slid her nipples across my lips and lifted her skirt to
show me her pussy which was covered with a neatly
groomed patch of soft red pubic hair. She touched my
nipples through my blouse and her long hair fall down
across my face. She was so sexy and so confident. The
music was too loud for us to talk but we smiled at each
other and I knew that she was enjoying herself as much
as I was.
Greg was so excited that he wanted to fuck me in the
back of the cab on the way back to our room at the
Mandalay Bay Hotel. Once we were back in our room he
threw me down onto the bed and began to rip my clothes
off. He reminded me of my promise. I had never given
him details of my bisexual encounters, other than the
names of the women and my relationship to them. He had
tried to get me to tell him details in the past.
I told him that he would only get to hear about one
encounter and he could pick the one he wanted to hear
about. Did he want to hear about Janet, my first
encounter at age 15, Mrs. Kroll an older neighbor who
seduced me when I was 17, or Connie a girl I met in
college when I was 19? Greg decided that he wanted to
know about my first experience.
I was completely naked by now and laying on my back on
the edge of the bed. Greg reminded me of the rest of
our deal. As I lay on my back and told the story in
graphic detail, he stood by the side of the bed
stroking his cock. He kept touching it to my mouth and
I would occasionally lick the swollen head of his cock.
As the story unfolded, Greg paced himself to time his
ejaculation with the climax of my story. His stroking
became harder and faster and I knew he was very close.
I asked him if he wanted to cum on my face. He begged
me to open my mouth and I intentionally closed my lips
tightly, denying his desire to shove his cock down my
throat.
He took his free hand and used his fingers to force my
lips open. I pretended to struggle and pull away. He
pressed the head of his cock between my lips and
grabbed the back of my head. I kept my teeth clenched
to prevent his cock from entering my mouth. Greg
groaned as he began to convulse and his cock jerked and
his balls drew up tightly as a thick hot stream of
sticky sperm flowed across my teeth and ran out of both
corners of my mouth.
He used his cock to spread the creamy fluid across my
lips, chin and cheek. He pulled my hair and told me to
open my mouth. I finally obliged and took him into the
back of my throat, fighting the urge to gag while he
continued to pump and shoot sperm into my mouth and
down my throat. It was the perfect end to a perfect and
most memorable day.
Following our wedding, Greg started to regularly
suggest that we have a threesome with another woman. He
brought up the subject at least once a week. Greg now
works on the other side of town, but he emails me a
couple of times a day. He started emailing me links of
personal ads of women who advertised on adult dating
websites that they were interested in a threesome or
bisexual encounter. Some of the ads were very
interesting and I begin to think about how to make Greg
earn this special treat.
The thought of being with a woman again was also
tempting me to explore this fantasy. It had been almost
5 years since I had been with another woman. Greg had
been talking about a golf vacation in Myrtle Beach. I
wanted to go to Cancun. The next time he brought up the
threesome, I was ready. I told him that if he took me
to Cancun, I would arrange a threesome within 1 month
of us coming home. He didn't even hesitate. We shook on
it and it was a deal.
Prior to leaving for our vacation, I contacted five of
the best prospects of the personal ads. I sent along a
picture of me and Greg and an honest explanation of
what we were looking for. I didn't tell Greg what I was
doing. A week before our vacation I got an interesting
email from a young woman who has the same first name as
me. Denise works downtown and we agreed to meet for
lunch. Denise is married and has wanted to have a
bisexual experience since she was a teen. She was
looking for someone who was experienced.
She had not planned to have a threesome, but she was
open to the possibility. We had lunch at a place that
we both regularly go to with coworkers for lunch.
Neither of us remembered seeing each other before. We
seemed to hit it off right away. It was like we were
old friends. Denise explained that her husband would
not approve of what she was planning to do. She was
envious of the honesty and openness I had with Greg. We
were mutually attracted to each other and agreed to
take it further when I returned from my vacation.
At this point I still hadn't told Greg about Denise. I
was able to check my email from our hotel in Cancun.
Denise had emailed me and said how much she had been
thinking about being with me and how anxious she was to
make her fantasy a reality. I promised that we would
fulfill the fantasy as soon as we got back home. I told
her to meet us at a hotel near the airport an hour
after our flight landed. She agreed. I told her I would
call her cell phone when we landed to make sure
everything was still on.
Greg was confused and a little cranky when I suggested
a detour before going home. Greg was anxious to pick up
our dog from the boarding kennel. I had no choice but
to let him in on the secret. I told Greg that this
might not go the way he wanted.
Denise didn't seem interested in having sex with
another man and seemed only to be interested in sex
with me. I told him that he needed to let things take
their course and not be disappointed if he just ended
up watching. He understood and said that he would be
happy just to watch the two of us together.
I sent Greg to get a room while I waited for Denise in
the bar. Greg said he saw Denise walk past him in the
lobby and he was thrilled when he saw the sexy woman
head toward the bar and he realized that must be her.
When Greg returned to the bar Denise and I were already
enjoying a couple of Pina Coladas. Denise was nervous,
but Greg was so charming that he put her at ease and
they actually begin to flirt with each other.
After a couple of rounds of drinks, I suggested that we
take the party to our room. Everyone agreed that it was
a good idea. We took the elevator to the second floor.
As soon as the door closed on the elevator, I turned to
Denise and kissed her with an open mouth. Greg looked
on with amazement.
I took Denise by the hand as we walked to the end of
the long hall to our room. Greg fumbled with the card
to open the door. After the third attempt, I took it
from him and did it myself. Once inside the room I
resumed kissing Denise while Greg took a position in a
chair near the window. I walked Denise backwards toward
the bed while still kissing her. Our hands began to
mutually explore each other.
I helped Denise out of her jeans and looked up to
notice that Greg had already unzipped his pants and was
stroking his hard cock. Denise had previously explained
that she needed me to take control. As our lovemaking
progressed she became more relaxed and less submissive.
She whispered in my ear that she wanted Greg to fuck
her. I pushed her head down between my legs while I
motioned for Greg to take a position behind her.
I had already brought her to an orgasm with mouth, but
this was the first time that she had explored my pussy
with her mouth. Women know instinctively how to please
each other. She flicked her tongue across my "twat"
while parting my lips with her fingers and sliding them
inside me to firmly massage my g-spot. She sighed
loudly and I assumed that Greg's cock must have just
penetrated her shaved pussy.
Greg started out slowly but the force and speed of his
thrusting quickly progressed. With each thrust Denise's
head was driven forcibly into my crotch. If I wasn't so
aroused it might have been painful. Some of Greg's deep
thrusts brought on a whimper from Denise. Her whimpers
just made him fuck her harder and he began to talk
dirty. "Eat that pussy baby" he commanded. "You wanted
to eat some pussy, well there it is. Now just lick that
fucking pussy!"
He sensed her need to be dominated. I took his cue and
began to talk to her in the same way. I spread my legs
wider and grasp her by the back of the head and pulled
her so tightly into my pussy that she struggled to
breath. I told her to fuck me with her tongue and
looked down to see her whole face covered with my
juices.
She looked up at me and smiled to assure me that she
loved this. I moved my hands down onto her shoulders
and pushed her back toward Greg each time he thrust his
cock inside her. I imagined how sore her pussy was
going to be the next day. We carried on for almost
three hours before collapsing in a heap in the middle
of the king sized bed.
***
Since that first encounter with Denise, we have gotten
together two other times. Greg has been after me for a
month to write about this experience. He finally made
me a deal that I couldn't refuse. He said that this
July we will go back to Cancun and take Denise with us.
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