Life seemed rather vanilla after the mind-blowing experience of that last threesome with Steve and Sandy. The sensations of that session were both thrilling and unsettling. I was accustomed to tasting another man's leavings as I done so on numerous occasions with both Kiki and Sandy. The silky texture of the juices of these women and their lovers was both familiar and compelling. Both women delighted my senses when I tasted and savored their sex. Jim and Steve's sexual fluids in their bodies took that pleasure to a much higher, more intense level. Great sex always begins in the mind and in my mind there was nothing more erotic than offering my women to the sexual needs of an alpha male. And Jim and Steve were in my mind just that -- men who were casual in taking their sexual pleasures and thankfully mindful not to take my sexually submissive streak too far. They were both just cool, sexually and personally. Both also took great satisfaction inseminating women. Jim owned up to the delight he took in being the first man to take my wife Kiki bareback. While Steve was certainly not the first man to mark Sandy he clearly took an almost obscene pleasure from taking women unprotected -- slutting them out as he termed it.
Learning that Kiki had first had bare sex with another man seared my consciousness. The indelible memory of her awful, yet delicious revelation has driven my sexuality to this day. My first thought, after the initial visceral shock, was that even as we discussed the consequences of her fateful tryst with Jim, her sex was soaked with the many millions of his tiny, wriggling sperm cells. For days after that phone call, and despite coming to a good result for our own relationship, Kiki carried Jim's living seed in her body -- and would continue to accept his marking even as we planned our future together. Knowing that she was on the pill did little to calm me, as the simple truth was that she had casually and willingly taken the baby-making sperm of another man into her pussy. Nor did my own bare coupling with her a few days later undo what had already been done. Moreover I encouraged Kiki to continue to offer herself to Jim, which she gladly did throughout our marriage -- draining his balls regularly in my wife.
Yet these sensations paled in comparison to the overwhelming mental and physical rush of experiencing Steve's sex myself; first touching, then tasting it, and finally feeling the liquid release from his thick penis enveloping my own cock as we double penetrated Sandy that memorable night. That experience brought me into a new and unfamiliar submissive state. Though disturbing, it was at the same time intensely erotic. I learned that Sandy and Steve had arranged this final scenario with great care, both of them well and truly aware of my deeper desires even before I was. For that I am grateful. Though that night was never repeated with Sandy and Steve, she encouraged me to accept and explore, living life on my own terms as she did with hers.
Steve and I stayed in touch, exchanging the occasional e-mail and knocking back a few from time-to-time at happy hour. He let me know that I was welcome to his cock if I wanted but frankly that had no appeal in and of itself and I told him so, though his smug attitude indicated that he didn't believe me. His attitude really could be quite grating at times. Still I was in awe of his voracious sexuality and he knew it. Steve let me know that he would be glad to service any of my women as he had done Sandy. I was non-committal but I knew that nothing would give me more pleasure than to do just that, though I couldn't bring myself to tell him so.
We swapped a few details about whom we were seeing. Steve seemed fairly settled with someone named Debbie while I was spending time with Ellen, a gorgeous though demanding and rather self-absorbed woman -- not my type really as typically I steer clear of high maintenance women. But she channeled much of her manic energy into sex, so I wasn't complaining. Steve was very interested and let me do most of the talking for once. Ellen could go from calm to upset quickly if she felt I wasn't being sufficiently attentive. She expected, no demanded, adoration and constant attention from her partner. I found being her boyfriend to be both exhilarating and exhausting. Her energy was intoxicating and physically she was a marvel -- absolutely athletic with full C cup breasts and a delicious, rounded ass. While a great mother to her son and otherwise a decent person, she admitted to occasional indiscretions while she was married, rationalizing that as they were all one night stands they were not at least not sordid long-term love affairs. Though she didn't threaten in so many words, I did have the sense that she would look elsewhere if her needs weren't met. I mean, she had rather a track record in that regard -- not that I would have minded so long as I was privy to the details. And she had over time opened up to me a good bit about her somewhat checkered past. She knew a good bit about mine, save some of the specifics about my relationship with Steve.
Steve took in all of this information and coolly, and as it turned out correctly, pronounced her a true slut. He encouraged me to probe her sexuality more deeply. He was certain that she would enjoy a threesome -- would even suggest it herself first if given the chance to own up to her lustful nature.
"And I know you want to see me do one of your women again," he smirked. "You know you do."
Yeah, I wanted just that and set about making it happen.
Ellen was in one of her demanding moods and insisted that I spend my entire weekend with her, as her son was with his father and she didn't want to be alone. I acquiesced though I knew that she would drain my energy, not to mention my cock, as she was insatiable. Such is the life of a guy with a high maintenance woman. Not that I really was complaining, mind you. We spent all day Saturday together, running a few errands but always returned to the bedroom. Though tiring, the very sight of her magnificent body kept me going and going. Thankfully we slept in Sunday and enjoyed a nice brunch after making love when we awoke. It was a far more relaxing day than Saturday but by mid-afternoon she was getting restless. The conversation turned to sex and I could tell that she was getting turned on telling me about her fantasies and a few of her sordid deeds. Some of it was typical sex-on-the-beach-at-midnight stuff, but she added that she would love it if someone were watching. Ellen admitted that she had done one of her ex-husband's employees once and found it perversely thrilling to see him on the job afterwards, knowing she had had him.
"You must think I'm awful, don't you?" she asked. "Sometimes I just can't help myself. I've had these urges my whole life and I just give in to them from time to time. Do you think there is something wrong with me?" Her eyes looked to me for acceptance.
I assured her I was not at all judgmental. I also told her that I found some of her experiences to be frankly quite hot. And I was getting hotter by the minute.
"Let's do something really wicked sometime like go to one of those swinger resorts or something. Wouldn't that be amazing?" she asked with animation. "I've always wanted someone to watch me having sex and watch someone else. Maybe even have someone join us. What do you think?"
I thought I would love, love, love to have Steve join us. But she spoke first.
"I don't think I could handle your being with another woman though; but how about another man with me? You've done that haven't you?" She knew I had. "I want to fuck another man and have you watch." She was deeply rubbing her pussy as she spoke. "Can we do that? Soon?"
"How about tonight," I suggested. She looked straight into my eyes.
"Tonight? But how?" she asked.
