A New Life

It was perhaps the most surreal moment of my life.

We had long since gotten past being nude around everyone, all the time, and the "clothed" idea that nudity equated to sex was no longer in our way of thinking. Back in our clothed existence there had been times when I'd hugged my wife, fondled her breasts, pressed my erection against her clothed bottom, and with nobody actually looking, our clothes hid the erect nipples or penis that ensued from those occasions. Sure, there were still occasions when Steph and I got amorous with Ted and Alice around as they were our best friends, or they had a bit of sexual play in front of us, but now there was no hiding

physical

reactions with clothes.

Stephanie was always extra aroused when Alice and Ted watched us playing, and it was obvious to me that Alice, in particular, was somewhat similar to Stephanie in that she loved to suck Ted's cock, and didn't mind us being there when she did, but we were adults, and those activities were with our spouse. While Jessie had masturbated and knowingly teased me a couple of times, had seen me with an erection, and at least the one time had seen Stephanie's hand gripping my erection,

usually

I could control my sexual arousal to when she wasn't around. That Stephanie and Jerry had masturbated watching each other was seemingly an outlier. Yes, Jess and Jerry were both young, beautiful, and sexy, but just seeing them and being around them naked wasn't sexual in itself.

It seemed like just another Friday evening. Ted and Alice had invited us to join them for dinner, just simple hamburgers on the grill. With their "everyone is normally home for dinner" rule, Jerry and Jess were also there. Unusually, as dinner finished up, the two of them didn't immediately hop up and blast out to be with their friends. Normally as soon as dinner was wrapping up the word was: "Jess, put your plate in the dishwasher before you leave," or "Jerry, it's your turn to clean up, don't run off," or something similar would occur. That night, everyone remained, Jess and Jerry didn't seem anxious to leave, and although I hadn't thought it through, I realized that "something" was different. There was a touch of... anticipation? Intrigue? Something was in the air that I couldn't quite place.

"Go ahead," Alice said. Looking up, I realized that she was speaking to Jerry and Jessie.

Wondering what she was talking about, my attention shifted to Jessie and, as I looked, I saw her nipples crinkle up.

Jessie was the proverbial, although younger, spitting image of her mother. I'd never seen pictures of Alice at 18, but looking at the two of them now, it wasn't hard to imagine they would have looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Jessie was just a younger version of her mother. Perhaps a bit more athletic with a harder, flatter tummy due to her track and cross country running, whereas Alice's belly appeared softer and had a slight pooch. Alice's breasts were just slightly larger, but their nipples and areolas were essentially identical. It was hard to say from the backside who was who. Following them back from the pool, from behind they almost appeared to be twins; gorgeous, sexy bottoms, smooth backs, although Jessie's hair was cut a bit longer than her mother's.

Jessie's lower lip momentarily pulled in between her teeth before she said, "I, uhm..." and she looked over to Jerry.

Jerry didn't immediately pick up, but then did and continued, "We... want you to be our firsts."

"You're... firsts?" Steph said, trying to decipher the words.

"We," he said, glancing to Jessie and then back to us, "want you to be our first time. We want you to have sex with us, and be our sex trainers."

I glanced back and forth between all four of them, as well as to Stephanie. There was obviously no surprise showing on any of their four faces: this was something they had already discussed. "Your sex... trainers?" Although Stephanie had told me that they would eventually have sex training, I hadn't thought about

who

would do that or that it would include us.

"You heard right," Ted said, nodding his head. "As you now know," his hand reached over to Alice, seeking support, "We, in this community, have developed a few societal norms that are different from the outside world. As you have seen, we don't hide sex from our kids. As soon as they reach puberty, we give them a

good

sex education, much better than what schools supposedly teach, and we also teach them a sex-positive attitude. They know what their bodies do and what their brothers and sisters or parent's bodies do."

"And while we don't openly

flaunt

our sexual activity in front of them," Alice picked up and continued, "we know that they have, at times, witnessed Ted and me having sex," she glanced over at the rest of her family before returning her eyes to Steph and me, "and although we normally do it in private, we've all seen each other masturbate at times."

"Part of that first sex education at puberty is a reiteration that legally they, and others, can get in trouble if they decide to have sex with someone before some arbitrary 'age of consent.' Although most Western societies have now fallen prey to the idea that sex is something to be hidden and doesn't occur until some arbitrary age well after puberty, it certainly hasn't been in many societies. Most societies, actually. Certainly, when you're living in a one-room hut on some South Pacific island, kids are going to see sex, and understand sex, way earlier than Western norms." I couldn't help but immediately remember my college human sexuality class which had examined exactly those attitudes that she was saying. "And, along with that

sex education

we explain an idea that when the time comes, rather than going on a date with someone they like, who probably has no more idea of how to take care of them than they do in return, and then fumbling around in the dark in the back seat of some car or some unhealthy or uncomfortable spot and having a miserable, unsatisfying experience, that after they become legal adults, we think they should continue their

education

with

training

. Choosing a... mentor, if you will, who can

train

them and show them how to have good sex."

Nobody said anything for several moments, our eyes traveling from face to face, assessing this, for us, a seemingly unusual request. "You want to... have sex with us? With Paul and me?" Stephanie asked. I saw Jessie's head nod first, my eyes coming to her face to find her looking directly at me.

"I knew I wanted Uncle Paul to be my first almost from the first time I met him," her eyes shifted to Jerry and then back to Stephanie, "and Jerry says every day when he jacks off how he wants you to be his first."

"Jess!" Jerry said, his hand coming over to gently hit her in the shoulder, "You weren't supposed to say that."

"Well? It's the truth."

"We know this is a big request, something that many marriages can't handle," Alice said, "Being new to this community, we know it's a different thought than perhaps you've ever had before. And you'll have to discuss it between the two of you." She glanced over to her family. "In this community, being asked to be someone's trainer is considered to be the ultimate honor, but some do say no. I know that Jerry and Jessie will be disappointed, they've both been talking for quite some time about how they would love for you two to

share

your love and yourselves with them, but it won't be the end of the world. There are others in this community who would instantly agree to their request."

~

"You knew it was coming, didn't you?" I just said aloud to Stephanie. We were momentarily sated, she had been on top, riding me, and a few minutes before had rolled off to lay beside me. I did not doubt that she'd been thinking of Jerry as she rode my cock, that she'd been thinking of

his

hands on her tits instead of mine,

his

cock in her instead of mine, even as I'd been wondering what having Jessie riding me would be like.

"I didn't know for sure, but when Alice was telling me about sex trainers, I kind of had the feeling."

What followed was a long discussion about our relationship; about how we'd been exclusive virtually since we met. The one exception had been our three-way, with her roommate Becky, so many years before. It was Stephanie's one bi or lesbian experience (except for mutually masturbating with her good friend multiple years before that) and she hadn't even realized that Becky had feelings for her until then. But when it was over, we independently decided we wanted to be exclusive, and had been ever since.

We talked about Jerry and Jessie, how we both found them to be sexy, and how we were -

intrigued

- at the invitation. We also talked about Ted and Alice and how we both found them sexually attractive too. Although we'd seen them have sex, on the beach and in their living room, and they had similarly seen us playing and fucking, I clearly remembered Alice's assertion when we first met that she only had sex with her husband. We eventually fell asleep without having confirmed with each other if we were willing to share ourselves, to open our marriage so we could have sex, to teach sex, to a couple of inexperienced neighbors.

I awoke in the morning to Stephanie stirring and moving in the bed. Her hand slid onto my stomach and down to my cock, and while I didn't normally wake up with morning wood anymore, her hand on me started causing the appropriate response, except that my full bladder protested and my mouth felt like a dog had shit in it. I pulled away and headed to the toilet, hearing Steph brushing her teeth at the sink while I peed. She leaned in and kissed me as we passed -- her heading to the toilet while I headed to the sink. I climbed back in bed, hoping that her passing caress of my cock hadn't been just that -- a passing caress -- and moments later I was rewarded. Sliding back into bed she pushed the sheet aside and bent and took my cock into her mouth.

My hands caressed her body, my fingers stroking her nipples, her legs spreading as I reached for her vulva. She shivered as my finger found her clit, and when I slipped lower and into her vagina, I found her already wet. Many had been the times when my finger had found her less than wet, and although she never refused my advances, I knew to continue the foreplay until she was ready. But, in those instances where I found her already wet, I knew her imagination had already been at work, and this was one of those times. My cock was now completely hard, I gently pried her mouth away from me and she sat up, swung her leg up, and over, to sit on me. I reached down and held my cock upright for her to impale herself.

Although she was ready, as was I, it was a slow, leisurely, fuck. She rose until I almost came out, and then eased herself back down. I lifted my hips, forcing myself upright, our bodies in sync, my hands filling themselves with her breasts, my fingers pinching her nipples. "I don't want you to get mad at me..." she said, just after she'd risen to the top, this time falling back down onto me harder.

"Why..." I grunted in return, forcing our pelvises together, "Why would I get mad?"

"Because I want to do Jerry like this. I want to ride him like I'm riding you."

"Oh, Fuck Baby!" I responded, my fingers pinching even harder on her sensitive nipples, causing a shuddering response. "You want to be his trainer?"

"Oh my God, I've been thinking about him ever since we masturbated together."

Fantasies are part of every good loving relationship, but speaking of them, and actually making them happen are two different things. After our talking the night before, I understood she'd now made up her mind. Her confession of wanting to ride Jerry was telling me that she wanted to do this. "Will Jessie want to be on top?" I asked in response. "Will she want to fuck first or suck my cock first?"

"I think, whatever happens," she said, now rising and pounding back onto me with every stroke, "you'll take good care of her. She won't know anything, you'll have to teach her." I closed my eyes, squeezed my cock even harder, and began spewing my cum inside my wife, her body shuddering in almost simultaneous orgasm with me. Whether we had outright said it or not, I knew we'd just agreed to be their trainers.

~

"I can't say as I've ever started a seduction when we were both already naked," I said to Jessie when she joined me in our living room. We'd discussed what and where we were going to play with the four of them, and it was Alice who set the stage. She suggested when we were discussing whether we were going over to their place, whether Jerry and Jess were going to come over to our place, and whether Ted and Alice were even going to hang around, that Jess and I go to our house.

It was a completely new experience for us Saturday morning and we had no idea how to proceed. Alice said that she and Ted were going out for the day but they'd be back for the May Day bonfire at 6. It seemed the obvious solution after we heard from Alice that Jerry had had an erection all morning long. Knowing he's not supposed to go out like that is why the suggestion was that Stephanie go over to their place. I was relieved, as I didn't have to explain why I was outside with a boner -- although I'd managed to think of other things and mostly keep it down. Stephanie noticed however, and while not totally erect, I wasn't soft when Jessie entered our home.

"Oh, I put clean sheets on the bed, so have fun," I heard Alice say when she called Stephanie to say that she and Ted were about to walk out. That caused me to get a wry grin myself as we'd also changed our sheets and made a fresh bed that morning. Moments later, Stephanie stopped at the door, looked me in the face and then kissed me goodbye. "I love you," she said and walked out. I watched for a moment until she disappeared at their door before turning away, but moments later heard Jessie opening our door.

"Is it a seduction when we both know we're here for sex?" I was a bit surprised at Jessie's succinct evaluation of the situation. I held out my hand and she stepped closer, taking it. I turned and stepped toward the couch, Jessie in tow. "Have you got any ideas about what you want to do?" I asked. Despite my "experience," I was mildly nervous and unsure of exactly what the next step would be.

"I want to do everything."

"Hmm," I answered, still just holding her hand, "And what is everything?" I sat, as did she.

"I've never done anything. I've never had cunnilingus and never sucked a cock. I've never given a hand job or had someone give me one. And I've never had sex. I want you to make me a woman."

"Never felt an erection?" I asked. Whether I'd picked up on that slight bit of wording or not I wasn't sure. Her hesitation in answering was all I needed to know.

"Jerry?" She didn't say anything for a moment and then nodded.

"Once."

"What happened?"

"You can't tell mom or dad," she answered in a non-answer. "We were never supposed to do something like that."

"Don't worry, lovers should never kiss and tell." I hesitated and then added, "What happened?"

"He was going to masturbate and had an erection. I asked him what it felt like and he said I could touch it if I let him feel my boobs."

I didn't say anything about her confession, just looked down into her eyes, and pulled her closer, as I bent my face to hers. Her eyes closed and my lips met hers, my hand sliding behind her back to hold her there. Her lips were closed as were mine, but they naturally opened to match mine as our exploratory kiss turned more passionate. Her lips parted more, her mouth opening more as my tongue slithered between them. "Have you ever kissed anyone?"

I felt my cock expanding, growing harder as we kissed even though I hadn't yet done anything except pull her closer, my one arm around her shoulder. The thought passed through my mind, as I pulled this nubile young woman against me, that my mind really had changed so that I no longer thought of nudity in itself as being sexual. Just a year before if I'd been in the presence of this gorgeous, naked, woman I would have had an erection before I pulled her to me. Now, I felt my cock growing, expanding, and hardening. "Never kissed anyone?" I asked when I finally pulled away.

"Not like that," she whispered, her eyes wide.

"But you've kissed someone a time or two? Anyone I know?"

"Maybe. I don't know. I've kissed a couple of guys from school, but it was kind of weird as they all know we live naked and thought I wanted sex because of that."

"I can see that," I said. "That's how I would have been before we moved here." Sensing her wanting, but hesitating, I said, "It's OK. You can touch me all you want." Her hand had been on my belly as we kissed, but now it slipped lower until it wrapped around my growing erection.

"It feels so big... so hard..." she said, her hand squeezing. For the first time, I let my hand slide up her body, filling it with her breast. She moaned, an exhale escaping her mouth.

"I'm not completely hard yet, but I will be soon," I told her. I let my hand trace down her arm, pulling her hand away from my cock, and stood. Holding my hand out, I pulled her upright and turned to the bedroom. "Why don't we take this to the bed and get more comfortable."

I stopped beside the bed when we got there and turned to face her. I bent and reached under her legs, her arm going around my shoulder, and I lifted her in my arms. Leaning over the bed I laid her on her back and stopped to look at her. "My God, you're so sexy."

"So are you."

"You've been such a little cock tease."

"You made me so wet. That first time, when you put lotion on me... at the pool? I had to go in the bathroom and jill off before we walked home."

"You did that?" I said, "I didn't see that."

"You went into the pool to hide your erection. You were such a good boy," she giggled. "If we'd been alone, I would have jumped you that day. I've known I was going to make you my first since the first time I laid eyes on you."

"Oh yeah? And what about waiting?"

"I'd been 18 for a while."

"That time, masturbating in the living room, hiding behind your parents? Did you get off then?"

"I did a few minutes later, imagining that you came in to join me."

"And now, here we are."

I bent my mouth to hers, her hand coming up to hold my head to hers, but it didn't last long. Our tongues dueled, her breasts filling my hand, her body shuddering as my fingers found her nipples. Moving my mouth away from hers I began kissing elsewhere. Her head arched upward as I kissed her neck. It rolled sideways as I nuzzled the side of her neck, a purr of pleasure emanating from her as my lips caressed her earlobe. "Did you know your earlobes are erotic triggers?" I asked as I felt her nipples erect as she turned her head to guide her ears to my mouth."

"I didn't before," she answered.

"But you do now."

Her hand still held, and was gently stroking, my cock, although the juxtaposition of our bodies wasn't the best for this position, but I wasn't worried. I wasn't expecting her to do anything for me -- yet. My thoughts were about taking care of her. I moved my mouth back to hers where she hungrily sucked at my tongue, but I didn't stay long. Moving back under her chin again, I kissed her neck, kissed her chest, kissed her breasts, and finally pulled an erect nipple into my mouth.

"Oh my God... that's so nice!" She moaned, her hand having relinquished my cock as I moved away and now going behind my head. "I want to touch you too..."

"You will," I answered while swapping my mouth to her other nipple, my hand crossing over and my fingers caressing her opposite nipple, "but for now, just let me take care of you." She didn't say anything, her body writhing to my touch, but now I ran my hand down her belly to her vulva. "Oh my, you're so smooth!" I said at the touch of her skin. "Did you shave today?"