When you're a marriage counsellor you come across all sorts of behaviour that might be regarded as abnormal. I once had a couple, John and Paula, who were having relational problems which seemed to me to be almost entirely physical in nature. That is unusual. Anyway I decided to ask them to write down their memories of the first time that they had sex. Obviously I have not used their real names. Firstly this is what Paula wrote:
One day I was sunbaking in our back garden with my husband Bill. I enjoy foreplay and I had no doubt that eventually we would make love on the lawn. I should add that our garden is very private with a high wall along the road and yew hedges along the sides. The house is a bit back from the drive so the garden is not overlooked. I remember being slightly annoyed that the doorbell went but, because I was expecting a delivery, I put on the shift I keep in the hallway for such purposes and answered the door. It was John, who lived a few houses down the lane. He said that he'd come about the camera and I remembered that when we'd bumped into each other at the supermarket a few days before I had told him about my new camera. I knew he was a photographer and so I thought I might get a few hints from him about photography. In the neighbourhood he was regarded as a bit unusual, partly because he was good looking but unmarried but partly because he tended to wear kaftans.
Anyway I took him through to the garden where Bill, in his birthday suit, was taken by surprise. Bill said he'd go put some clothes on but John said not to bother and that he'd follow Bill's example. He took his kaftan off and it seemed that that was all he was wearing. I couldn't help but wonder if that was not always the case. I didn't really mind. After all I'd seen plenty of naked men! He sat in a lounger next to the one Bill was using. I asked who wanted a drink and went to get them. I handed the boys their drinks and sat in a lounger opposite Bill. I can't remember what was being discussed. I was enjoying the sun and I think I may have dozed off. After a while I noticed that Bill was developing an erection. I pretended not to notice and closed my eyes again. I heard them talking about the "Game of Thrones" series and vaguely recall that they were discussing some of the sex scenes. When John asked me my opinion on something I half woke up and saw that Bill now had a full-blown erection. He was quite well hung and I was vaguely annoyed that John was ignoring Bill's situation. So I got up and stroked Bill's penis and then started sucking it slowly. I suppose I thought that John would take this as a hint to leave. He didn't and, when I looked at him, I couldn't help but notice that he also had a stiffy. I found his erection a little unusual because he curved up almost ninety degrees.
In an insincere attempt to get us away from the topic of sex, John said he'd show me some tricks with my camera and so I went to get it. I took a while and had thought that they might have calmed down, but far from it they were both still sporting impressive boners. John showed me a few things, but to be honest I already knew how to use most of the standard functions. We took some test shots of some roses and Bill came over to look at them. He was standing behind me so his rod pushed against my buttocks and pushed out to the side. John suggested taking a few photos and, although I wasn't sure it was a good idea, I didn't say no. Bill started to fondle my breasts. John took a few more shots and came over to show us the results. Apart from Bill's cock there was nothing special about them.
John suggested some photos of the three of us. This meant setting up the camera, positioned on the table, for a delayed exposure. John came to stand in front of me but he wasn't happy with the composition of the shot and I have to confess it was rather surreal. He said it would be better if I held his penis with one hand and put the other round his chest. I wasn't too keen on this but the resulting couple of photos were, let's say, interesting. John suggested that Bill and he change places. I liked this because I was happier stroking Bill's cock pulling the foreskin back and forth in the way I knew he liked it. I couldn't help but feel John's dick between my buttocks and on the next shot he fondled my right breast. I was getting a bit horny and when John came back from the camera for the next shot he slid his dick underneath my shift and started sliding it up and down my bumcrack. The cheeky boy also lifted my shift a bit, perhaps to give him more freedom of movement. I discovered some years later that he'd set the camera to film mode but he didn't show us that movie at that time. I moved slightly and suddenly I felt the tip of his shaft against my pussy. I was definitely wet but I thought this was going too far. Instead of pushing his luck he suggested a few photos face on. This was the first time I'd held two cocks, but it wouldn't be the last!
John suddenly changed tack took some photos of a bug on the lawn. He got me to try, by way of exploring depth of field. In order to do this I had to bend over and with my legs slightly apart I should have realised what effect this would have on Bill. The next thing I knew Bill was inside me holding my hips and thrusting in and out. Perhaps I should have objected but I was really hot and I was enjoying being made love to by Bill. John came to stand in in front of me. It was obvious he wanted me to suck his dick but I wasn't going to! He was circumcised and the head was large and I didn't fancy gagging on it. I just licked it! He started taking photos of me licking his dick. I saw some of them later and found them quite abstract - not erotic at all. I could tell from his breathing that Bill was ready to cum. I wasn't quite there yet so I tried to persuade him to slow.
Too late I fear I felt him jerk and felt our love juices running down my leg. Bill was finished and did what he normally did after lovemaking. He lay down and I knew he'd be asleep in no time at all. I needed release, so I began masturbating in front of Bill. John came and turned me round to face him and lifted off my shift so that I was also naked. Standing in front of me he entered me easily and it felt great. Somehow he managed to lift me up whilst still inside me. I clasped my legs around his waist and we walked around the garden with me getting closer and closer to climax. I remember grabbing hold of something so that John could suck my nipples whilst pumping in and out of me. My orgasm came and I felt John's semen pumping into me. I don't often have multiple orgasms but I did that time. When John pulled out and laid me down on the grass I was still cumming and pretty much oblivious of my surroundings. When I woke up later John and Bill were drinking beers. They must have lifted me onto one of the loungers but I hadn't noticed!
Then we have John's story:
I'm a photographer by profession and I have a one-man company. I don't do portraits, which excludes a lot of business, because I can't stand the continual wheedling especially by women clients. You know the sort of thing! She says that a photo makes her look fat and you think that, yes, that's because you are fat. I do what I call art photography (no that's not what you think). I do landscapes, and photos of the very small and very large. To give you an idea a couple of my idols, from big to small, are Burtynsky and Chimileski. Anyway the neighbourhood knows what I do and a couple from a few houses down the road had asked me to pop round sometime to show them some tricks with their new camera. When they told me what they'd bought I was a midge jealous because it was upmarket from my own, still very good, apparatus.
It was a warm, sunny Saturday and I had no appointments and so at around eleven I went round to their house. On hot or warm days I tend to wear a kaftan usually with nothing underneath because I like the feeling of freedom. I rang the bell and, after what seemed an age, Paula opened the door and asked me in. She said they were in the garden and that I should come through. I was a little surprised to see that her partner, Bill, was sitting in the buff.
Bill shook hands and said he'd go and put some clothes on. I told him not to bother and that I'd strip off as well. He looked questioningly at Paula who just shrugged. I took this to mean no objection and so I took off my toga. As usual, I wasn't wearing anything underneath so I was also stark naked except for my sneakers. I sat down on the spare lounger opposite Bill, and Paula asked if I'd like a drink. I replied that a beer would be good and Bill asked her to get one for him as well. She went off to the kitchen and came back with a couple of bottles and what looked like a glass of white wine for herself. Paula took the third lounger, which was next to mine and opposite Bill.
We were discussing music, in particular the relative merits of Arvo Pärt and Phillip Glass. Bill preferred Glass whilst I found Pärt more interesting to listen to. Paula was taking little part in the conversation and was apparently just enjoying the sun. I remembered that at some stage, if I stayed put, I'd have to apply some sunblock. Then I noticed that Bill was starting to stiffen. He was what is referred to as well endowed and so even when he was just becoming tumescent it was quite obvious. I smiled to myself but kept a straight face. I glanced to my side to gauge Paula's reaction and got a pretty good idea as to why he was getting a stiffy. Paula had opened her legs and so at the very least, depending on what she was wearing under her dress, Bill would be getting a good view. Bill winked at me but as soon as he did that Paula crossed her legs. The expression "Show over" occurred to me.
