Frannie and I are a fairly normal, heterosexual couple. At the time of the events that we are about to describe, we were both in our early twenties and quite sexually active. I tend to be slightly dominant - which Frannie seems to prefer - and she is somewhat of an exhibitionist, which lent itself to the experience that we're about to describe. We both remember it as exciting and writing about it now renews some of that excitement.
Michael - or Mikey, as his boyfriend usually calls him - has been my very best friend for as long as I can remember. As teens, while I was becoming very interested in girls, it was obvious that Michael didn't share my fascination. As he explored his homosexuality, we continued to share our very supportive friendship. When I met Frannie, in college, she shared my close friendship with Michael. When Michael found his partner, Nick, we became a friendly foursome. I wasn't convinced that Nick was totally gay. But it didn't really matter to me, so long as he and Mikey were happy, and I never felt the need discuss his sexuality with him.
One afternoon, while the four of us were sitting out on their patio, drinking wine coolers, our conversation gradually developed into everyone's thoughts on sexual perspectives. We don't remember exactly how the conversation developed. But, at some point, I had noted that, although I was (obviously) very comfortable with Michael's (and Nick's) sexuality, I admittedly couldn't quite understand how the body of another male could be so interesting. I already had all of the same male parts and the differences that females - I looked at Frannie, as I said this - offered something excitingly new. Of course, Frannie could better understand the sex appeal that a male could offer, using about the same logic as me. From that perspective, I had to admit that I could certainly understand the appeal that lesbians might have for each other. Fortunately, we were all a bit tipsy; so no one took offense to anything we said.
About a week later, when I had dropped by alone to get something from Michael, Nick joined us and, somehow, we got back onto a similar line of conversation. I asked Michael if he had ever seen a woman naked and, as I expected, he hadn't. Nick said that he had never been with a woman, which left open that possibility that he still may have experienced something "interesting".
"So, how can you be certain that you wouldn't be more interested in women, if you actually did have the opportunity?'
Nick conceded that maybe he wasn't so certain, although Michael was more confident.
That evening, while Frannie and I were enjoying one of our frequent sexual escapades, I started to suggest an idea to her. At first, it was fairly vague, noting how much I was enjoying her and feeling a little sorry for Michael to not have been able to experience a woman. As she became more aroused, I started to introduce the possibility of "allowing" her to flash Michale (and, maybe, Nick?). I was admittedly edging her towards an orgasm - which is an approach that she really enjoys - when I suggested that I might even enjoy sharing the experience with him/them. That thought drove the exhibitionist in her over the edge and she enjoyed a very enthusiastic orgasm.
The next day, I phoned Michael to ask if that might be something that he (and Nick) thought might interest them. As expected, Michael wasn't terribly intrigued by the possibility. But, after discussing it with Nick, they decided that they both might have some interest.
I, then, went back to Frannie with the idea. Although she was a little bit hesitant, I could remind her that Michael and Nick were our friends, and this wasn't like we would be sharing with strangers. She gradually opened up to the idea and we started discussing some of the ground rules. At first, she wanted no touching, for example, although I refined this requirement to no one (but me) could insert anything into her. She also liked the idea of wearing a blindfold, maybe because she might not be as distracted by having voyeurs but, probably also, because it made it feel a little more submissive. I felt as though she might actually be getting a little excited by the prospect and our lovemaking, later that evening, reinforced that suspicion.
Frannie, Michael, and I worked out a schedule that Frannie and I would be going over to their house again, the following Saturday and start with casual drinks on the patio, again. On Saturday, Frannie wore just a light sundress and sandals, notably without any underwear. She often went braless, although the lack of panties was a new touch, perhaps to make it easier to undress but also maybe to allow for a casual flash during the preliminaries. I haven't described her yet but, in my opinion, Frannie is just gorgeous. Classic blonde and blue-eyed, with an ideal figure. Ample breasts but not overly large, with proportional waist and hips. In other words, any normal heterosexual guy couldn't help but find her to be extremely sexy. (I wrote that description without her input. But assume she won't mind0
When we got there, however, Michael and Nick had two of their gay friends, Oscar and Paul, visiting. Although we had met them before, their presence would certainly disrupt our plans. After a few drinks, during which they didn't seem to be planning on leaving and Michael didn't seem to be trying to get them to leave, I finally took the initiative to suggest that we already had plans. At this point, we were all more than a little intoxicated (and uninhibited), leading Nick to suggest that perhaps all four of them could "watch the show."
Frannie was more concerned about this prospect than I was. But she wasn't adamantly opposed. The two of us stepped away to talk, leaving Michael and Nick to explain our plans and his suggestion to their friends.
I was a little less enthusiastic than I had been about including just our two best friends. But the idea was still appealing to me. Frannie seemed to be thinking the same way and, again, showing off appealed to her, so long as we strictly maintained our original ground rules.
When we went back out to join the others, they seemed to have agreed that it might be interesting, although Paul, much like Nick, seemed to be a little more intrigued than Michael and Oscar. I repeated, "No touching without my permission!" although that hadn't exactly been our original rule.
Michael led us all into the living room, which had been properly arranged with a small table - perhaps a small dining table or massage table - covered with padding and a sheet. Frannie ran her hand over it briefly before agreeing that it would be acceptable.
Frannie and I went into the adjacent bathroom where she removed her sundress and sandals, and I placed a blindfold over her eyes. When we walked back out, she definitely had everyone's attention. "Well?" I asked.
Several of them said something like "Wow" and Michael even agreed that she was "beautiful", although he had undoubtedly said that before, even when she was fully clothed. I had her slowly turn around, so that they could view all of her, although (I assumed) that the most interesting feature were in the front. Then I led her over to the table and helped her lie down. It was a little bit short but long enough for her to support her head and her upper legs, while her lower legs hung over the edge.
I gestured to the four guys to stand around the table while I stood at her head. "Are you ready for your anatomy lesson on the female human body?" I asked. All four just shook their heads, with Nick and Paul revealing smiles.
"These are her breasts," I started as I gently cupped each of them and lightly ran my fingers around them.
"I will admit that most guys don't have breasts that size," Oscar conceded, before quickly adding, "They ARE quite attractive, however." The others agreed, either verbally or just by nodding.
"Most women feel some pleasure from having their breast massaged," I explained. Some prefer a lighter touch, and some seem to prefer it a little rougher. Generally, Frannie seems to enjoy it lighter, most of the time." "Right?" I directed to her, to which she smiled and nodded.
