James manoeuvred her and himself onto their sides facing each other, with Gretta's back to me. Gripping the underneath of her upper leg just above the knee, he pulled that up so it was just on his hip with the calf wrapped around his waist.
"Help me Jay," he said, looking over her shoulder at me.
I didn't get what he meant at first but then I saw him nodding downwards and understood, for his cock was between Gretta's legs but at the wrong angle. My heart pounded when I realised that he wanted me to reposition it so that he could get inside Gretta. Inevitably, to do that my hand holding his cock would go near to, and might even touch, her vagina which, of course I wanted to do.
"Ok," I whispered, taking hold of his erection and lifting it so that the bulbous end pressed right against her glisteningly wet lips. As he felt that, he pushed upward, taking my hand with him so that he surged inside her and I pressed against her wetness. I heard her grunt and felt her push down a little but had no idea whether it was to feel my hand or to take more of him. Whatever it was that caused it, the sight of her lips wrapped around his cock with most of its seven inches buried deep inside her was probably the most erotic sight I had ever seen. But then, I thought, how many women get to see her female lover's pussy lips wrapped around her male lover's cock?
If that was not an arousing enough vision and situation for us then what happened next certainly was. Indicating for me to get closer to Gretta, he put his hand on my arm and pulled me even nearer so that my bullet hard nipples grazed against her back. Then, as he started to fuck her, he slid his fingers down my body, past my waist, across my stomach, over my pubic mound and into my waiting, open and very welcoming pussy. I lifted my leg up to give his hand more and rested my calf on Gretta's upper leg. She was moaning and sighing as he surged in and almost out of her whilst, at the same time, and I had no idea if she knew, he finger-fucked me.
As usual when I near my orgasm, I had to hold something, touch something sexual, so I reached out for James by stretching across Gretta. My arm rested on hers as my hand found his chest and caressed it. That pulled me forward a little so that my breasts were squashed firmer against her back. She could not have avoided feeling them and I felt her squirming against them. So, as James took her nearer and nearer to her climax in the slow build up and considerate way of his, and at the same finger fucked me towards mine, she and I made bodily love. It was quite amazing.
I felt and heard that she was getting nearer to a climax as, indeed, I was. I was quite flabbergasted at how my aging boyfriend was able to 'service' two women at once to the point that he was giving both of us an orgasm at the same time. But indeed he was, and Gretta and I climaxed quite noisily at just about the same time as he shot his load into her. Like last time, we'd earlier agreed that condoms were unnecessary!
Lying there naked and, at least temporarily sated, I could hardly believe what was happening and how far this time we had gone as a threesome. In part it was amazing, erotic and as sexually thrilling as anything I had experienced in my nearly ten or so years of sexual indulgence but in another part, it was something else.
They both rolled onto their backs with James now the other side of Gretta, who was in the middle, and he groaned, "Oh my God I can't believe this; it's incredible," as Gretta's arm rested against mine and, turning her head towards me, she looked into my eyes. I held her gaze for a moment or two but could not resist breaking it and glancing up and down her body. Taking in her pert breasts, and like mine, her prominent nipples and areola, her narrow waist, flat stomach and hips and neat landing strip, I could not resist being impressed and attracted to her erotic beauty. As I held her gaze again, she turned slightly so she was half on her side facing me and our breasts touched with the nipples brushing together, sending stunning sensations through me. I saw her body jerk suggesting that the sensations were also going through her. She lifted her hand and placed it on my arm midway between my elbow and shoulder. Then smiling and looking deep into my eyes, she uttered some of the most erotic words I had ever heard, "Oh Jayne, I want to fuck you so much."
"Mmmm well said Gretta," James piped up with adding, "let me watch that?"
Looking down, I watched her hand move onto my breast and her fingers tantalisingly began energising my entire boob. I watched them move closer and closer to the centre of the areola and onto my nipple. She then pinched it with her usual, just about perfect amount of pressure. She was so good at this, better by far than any man that I had been with, including James. Naturally, they, I and my entire body reacted instantly. As my nipples exploded so she squeezed my left one a little harder and pulled on it coaxing it to its longest, swollen erectness and causing it to ache so much. Now I was becoming massively aroused and as she moved her body away from mine a little way, she cupped both my boobs and began to caress them gently, so I gasped a couple of times.
"Ok lovey?" she whispered into my ear, her tongue licking just inside it.
The feelings were so good and so intense that I forgot James was there and really that it was another woman doing this to me. In my mind she became an anonymous object, simply a sexual instrument and a vague figure. I forgot about hetero or bisexual, straight or gay. It was just sexual stimulation, nothing more and nothing less. I was getting excitement and pleasure from what was happening to my body; the source and gender mixture of that had become irrelevant.
There was a promise of so many sensations to come, so many different experiences and so many thrills for me. Nothing was said. I suppose it wasn't necessary as Gretta continued arousing me. She was so patient and considerate, taking her time, relaxing me, priming me, arousing me and getting me ready for full sex, I suppose. From a 'having sex with another woman' point of view that was not necessary. I was now ready for it, I realised with a sanguineness I never thought I possessed. But then, she was my second lesbian lover and we'd had sex three or four times before this. With James lying next to us naked but spent, the situation between us, although far from new, took on a different perspective.
The physical aspects were not really a concern to me, although they seemed to be to Gretta. It was more my emotional reactions that were of concern to me. I couldn't help wondering just what James was getting from it. What did it say about our relationship and our sex life, both of which had become wonderful over the years? Was this the start of something, as the photography had been? Would it lead to him suggesting that we have more threesomes? Would it prompt me to go with other women more often? And first and foremost in my mind, would it end up with me having an affair or affairs with women? And screaming in my brain was, did this mean that I was, or was becoming, a lesbian? Obviously, I had no answers to such questions.
Lying on the bed naked, my body available to, and being made use of by, my beautiful female friend as my male lover looked on, was a surreal situation. It was such a massive turn on, not dissimilar to, but more extreme than what I got when posing, especially to a group, and I wanted more and more of it. But I was realising that despite my body being almost in a permanent state of orgasm although my mind wasn't, this was supposed to be a threesome. It wasn't all for me, but for us.
Gretta's hands which continued to caress my breasts, sending the most delicious feelings through me, brought my thinking back to the here and now. Her other hand was running up and down my back, brushing through my hair, caressing the back of my neck and slithering down onto my bottom. Then she softly ran her fingertips across my eyelids, eyelashes, cheeks and lips, similar to how Kate had so enthralled me. Her boobs were pressing into mine with our nipples crushed together, her hair rustling against my shoulder. I could smell her perfume and feel her warm breath on my ear. I lost all recognition of James being there and of any concern I had at doing this; I let myself slip totally into what she was doing.
I felt her pulling me backwards. She laid me on my back in the middle of the bed with my legs stretched out before me and sat beside me, forcing my arm around her so that the edge of my hand was against her hip. She looked down at me, a look of such care and tenderness on her face, and held my gaze as she gracefully cupped her own breast and squeezed it. Gazing intently into my eyes and arching her back, she was, in a way, offering her boobs to me. It was such a seminal moment and perhaps the incident that convinced me that I was indeed bisexual, if such a state exists. It certainly told me that I was a total admirer of women's bodies. As I stared at her, I became more and more aroused and relaxed at the same time, if that is not a contradiction in terms. I felt no issues at all as she took my breast in her hand again. She smiled as she saw the look of pleasure run across my face and she pinched the nipple harder. Her fingers started flittering around my body. They ran all around my breasts, under them and across them before sliding slowly down to my waist, touching my navel and squeezing gently on my hips. I felt as though I was in heaven, or at least on my way there!
Gretta was now leaning over me with her breasts dangling down towards my face. From that angle, they looked bigger and fuller than they really were. Her areola were darker, but not as round as mine and her nipples were very bloated and probably slightly more prominent - bigger I suppose - than mine. Her blonde hair, longer than mine, falling onto her breasts and framing her face made her look much prettier, perhaps even gorgeous. She had a slight smile on her face and her eyes were half closed as her hand slid slowly and softly further down my body. Ever moving, albeit slowly, she traced her fingers across my tummy and let them slip onto my mound before they moved away again, ran over my chest and brushed across each nipple before returning and going even further downwards.
I was now becoming very excited and was extremely aroused for she had been doing this for what must have been twenty minutes or so. Her hands were so knowing, gentle and arousing that their movements totally consumed my thoughts. Where they were, where they'd been and where they were going was all I could focus upon. I forgot the girl-on-girl thing, I forgot James, I forgot my reservations and doubts, and my rather loose, vows to myself. All that seemed irrelevant. All that mattered, now, were those wondrous fingers, those marvellous touches, those wonderfully stimulating caresses. My hand, that had been resting against her hip, was now stroking her skin which was so beautifully soft, almost like silk. Hers went further down and flittered up and down my thighs on the inner fleshy part, the most sensitive part. She knew exactly what to do, what I wanted her to do, and what would pleasure and further arouse me. They would slide upwards until I was full of anticipation, only to move away again just before they reached my pussy, which I knew full well was dripping wet with my female juices.
My head was lying back, so I couldn't see what she was doing or what she was about to do. So, when her fingers brushed lightly across my mound softly touching me right where my lips join at the front, my entire body bucked like a horse being broken in. With no hesitation or fumbling like most men, the tip of her finger immediately found the protuberance of my clitoris inside its shroud of pink, wet and sensitive flesh. She didn't rub it or pinch it. She didn't press down on it. No, her knowing fingers parted the hood covering it and brushed across the tip, sending shivers of such pleasure through me that I felt my bottom rise off the bed. Then they were gone, but they came back and then went again. She knew exactly what to do, when to do it, and what would excite and arouse me. All this time her lips were touching me on my head, cheeks, chin, forehead, eyelids and, of course, my lips. She was doing exactly what my body and mind needed to make me respond to her and to take me to ever increasing levels of amazing pleasure. And I was responding. Not dramatically, not very actively and not, really, all that evidently, but my hand had slid down and I was stroking and gripping the swell of flesh on her taut, pert bottom.
