It's always been my contention that we tend to be sexually conditioned by experiences in our formative years – at least that was very true for me. My first rather bumbling sexual experiences many years ago with Kiki, my then fiancé, were as thrilling and unsettling as were two earlier brief college flings. There's something to be said for being young, clueless, and always horny. And I really was without a clue in so many ways. I had no idea what it took to please a woman, sexually or otherwise.
As I recounted in another story, Kiki graduated a year before I did and took a job in another city. We had vaguely talked of marriage and I blithely believed that our relationship was just fine – I mean, weren't we in love? But as I soon learned the thread holding our relationship together was just that – a thread. In rather short order Kiki began dating without my knowledge and it was not long before she had taken one of them to her bed. In a phone conversation, which is still seared in memory, she candidly told me that she had had sex the night before with a man named Jim. The shock to my system was immediate and electric. In an instant I understood that there was no reason for her to put her life on hold for me. However it was her matter-of-fact statement that Jim had cum inside of her that detonated my emotions and touched an erotic nerve that I didn't know I had. Another man had inseminated my girl – her first sperm – and the knowledge both thrilled and nauseated me, even more so her admission that he was quite well endowed. I was spurred to action. We married soon thereafter, though not before Jim had taken her to bed many more times, all with my consent and yes, even my encouragement.
Wonderfully Kiki helped me sort through my conflicting emotions. She made it clear that while she loved me, her frustration with my lack of real commitment and the loneliness of her life in a strange city had led her to take a lover. She accepted and was in fact delighted that another man had brought us truly together. Though more than willing to forego what was for her a casual and primarily sexual relationship, she gladly accommodated my wish that Jim continue as her lover. I never tired of the rush of watching him mount Kiki with his lean, muscled physique and his vigorous mating with her. But the greatest thrill of all was each exquisite moment when his penis withdrew from her vagina to be followed moments later by the telltale welling up of the sperm he had just deposited. In these moments I was erotically transported back to that thrilling moment when she had owned up to having taken her first dose of cum from this man. Though not fully understanding of my reaction Kiki lovingly accepted the simple fact that all of this charged me sexually. She knew really before I did that I wanted to taste Jim's leavings and encouraged me to do so. And I did. Many times. Through all of this our lovemaking improved exponentially and I am grateful to this day for Kiki's loving tolerance and even encouragement. I embraced my sexuality at an early age and was the better for it even though Kiki and I parted ways some years later.
But I digress.
Single now for many years I have had more than my share of satisfying, passionate relationships, several of them long-term though I have never remarried despite several good opportunities to do so. I've been quite content with my life and found I do best with serial monogamy, learning that life is good for me when I focus my attentions on one woman at a time. Life has been extraordinary on those occasions when a woman in my life has brought another man to her bed, either through my efforts or simply because we are not exclusive. A very select few women have been made privy to my particular kink and have indulged me to varying degrees – for that same intense gemlike erotic flame still burns bright. From time to time I have actively sought out and found couples that enjoy the attention of another man. Though I now have experienced both sides of the MFM equation, there is nothing that matches the intensity of giving my woman to another man. But I am a connoisseur. It requires the right woman and just as important the right third wheel to kick my erotic sensibilities into high gear. What can I say? I've been spoiled.
A few years ago I was dating a terrific woman named Sandy. Physically she was a marvel – a competitive bodybuilder and professional trainer, Sandy had a lithe, athletic body coupled with the physicality found so often in female gym rats. She was amazing and even better, recently divorced and intent of sampling what had been lacking in her marriage. Sampling perhaps understates the situation. She was fucking around a lot, merrily carnal and unapologetic. Though initially not forthcoming about the extent of her sexual activities, I knew that her social calendar was rather "full" and was always glad when we found time to get together. She was fun, easy going and the sex was fabulous. Though it may have been my overactive imagination at work, I was reasonably certain on several occasions that another man had very recently serviced her. Her labia seemed a bit swollen and there was just the faintest hint of an extra something in her vagina when I entered her. Wishful thinking? As it turns out, it was anything but.
One early afternoon I decided to just pop over to her place early as we had a date for later that evening. As I turned the corner to her house, I saw a car parked in her driveway. Slowing as I passed her driveway I saw the same parking tag from the fitness center where she worked hanging from the rearview mirror of the car in the driveway. A colleague, I thought, and in a split second it hit me that she was the only female trainer at the center. The rush was immediate. Sandy likely was "entertaining" one of the young bucks who worked with her. Shaken and more than a bit aroused I stopped at a Starbucks to steady myself, determined to return in an hour or so.
And that was the most deliciously difficult hour of my life. Alive with lust, I drove to her house again and found the driveway empty. I rang the bell several times before Sandy answered wearing only a t-shirt, appearing a bit disheveled and taken aback that I had arrived so early for our date. I thought for a second that she wouldn't invite me in but she did and then immediately excused herself to freshen up saying she had just awakened from a nap. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. Though initially reluctant to yield to my advance she soon melted and responded in kind. She tasted of sweat and sex. She broke our embrace and again said she really wanted to shower but I was not to be denied. I led her to the bedroom and quickly removed her t-shirt and laid her in bed on her back. It was then that I saw the unmistakable evidence of her tryst – a large, wet, shot spot on the sheets. Mumbling a protest I pried her legs apart and tasted the real evidence of her recent activities. Her pussy was awash in cum.
"No, please, don't," she mumbled as I buried my face between her thighs. "Please, please..." But I was not to be denied and her protests quickly dissolved into moans of pleasure as I continued to lap her nectar.
"You've just been fucked, haven't you?" I gasped between breaths.
No answer. Again I urged her to confess.
"Tell me, you just fucked one of the other trainers, didn't you? Didn't you?"
