Julia and I were married for two years and during our courtship we had experimented with a variety of sexual games. S/M, B/D, roleplaying and on two occasions, three-ways. Once with another woman and once with another man ... sort of.
The experience with the woman was what we've all come to expect: fun experimentation for Julia and fun fulfillment for myself. It was the first time for both Julia and the woman so there was a lot of giggling and eventually surprised gasps and sharp intakes of heated breaths. Very hot. I enjoyed it a great deal. But in the end, it was just sex. I had sex with two different women, each with their own smell and taste and one of whom I was in love with.
It wasn't until we invited another man into our sex play that I realized sex could become a much greater component of a person's identity. A deeper, more complete experience than I ever imagined. When a man loves a woman we are genetically predisposed to protect her and make her "ours". Sharing really isn't hardwired into our brains and that's not an excuse for men to cheat, it has nothing to do with that. It's that we want our DNA to continue; it's pure atavism. We see our woman as the vessel to help us continue our lineage and women choose which man is the most deserving of their womb.
So when a man's woman cheats or leaves him, it cuts to a level that is more than jealousy, it's more than ego bruising. It's deeply psychological. I'm not saying it's easier for a woman, but as I'm not a woman and can't presume to speak for the other gender, I will not begin here.
One night, I discovered this profound psychological crevice when we went to a party at a friend's house. She was having friends in town, a couple whom she worked with and asked us over for dinner. We obliged and arrived at her house expecting dinner, some conversation and then home.
When we arrived, Jennifer, our friend greeted us and asked us in where we met Gary and Susan (obviously not their names). Susan was a warm, attractive woman with a beautiful smile and lovely figure while Gary was a handsome, fit and charming man. They made a picturesque couple.
We sat and talked in Jennifer's living room for a time discussing politics, movies, and anything else that people who just met discuss without getting too deeply involved in each other's business. I noticed Gary was quiet and somewhat removed. I felt that maybe he needed to be encouraged to speak.
"Gary, what do you do?" I asked appearing to bore him before the final "do" in my sentence.
"I eat shit." Gary replied without a trace of sarcasm. "You?"
"I make shit. So I guess we're bound to be friends." I parried attempting to remove the sting of his answer.
Susan chimed in with an effort to be conciliatory. "Gary, do you have to be a jerk to people you just met? Give them time to know you before making them hate you." Susan then turned to us. "Sorry. He's just ... Gary. He drives a limo."
Julia and I both nodded politely and Julia continued. "Do you own your own ..." Before she finished Gary responded, "No. I work for someone else. I make fifteen dollars an hour and hate it. Next?"
Julia and I looked at each other and raised our eyebrows as if to say "this is going to be a long night" before Gary excused himself. "I'm going out for a cigarette."
Jennifer overheard the conversation and couldn't resist coming in to gossip. "Susan is with him because he makes her come more than anyone else has ever."
"Jennifer!" Susan admonished.
"They're cool, Susan." Jennifer laughed, reassuring Susan.
Before I could change the subject, Julia, to my surprise, chimed in. "What does he do? I mean, that's so great?" She looked to my surprised face. "What? I didn't bring it up."
Susan looked to Jennifer and Jennifer responded to her silent question. "Told you. They're cool."
"Well." Susan began after peering down the hall to see if Gary was in earshot. "He ..." she pointed down to her crotch. "is a fucking magician. And I've had a few men do that to me. He is ... I've never had anyone better. It's like I'm his fucking musical instrument. I sing. I laugh. I scream. And then, what he does with his cock is nothing short of miraculous. Jennifer fucked him once."
"You did?" Julia asked with mounting interest.
Jennifer nodded as if she recalled the most delicious cake she'd ever tasted. "That boy is ... well, you can see Susan isn't in it for the conversation or the money. And Susan, any time you want to loan him out, please let me know."
Susan just smiled. Julia, who I noticed was a little flushed turned to me with excitement. "Sounds great. So he's the best you've ever had?"
Susan responded without even thinking. "Yes. He can make me come harder and stronger than any man I've ever slept with."
Gary came in and we all gathered around the table. I noticed Julia was flirting with Gary only enough so that I noticed and I felt the first stirrings of jealousy. Susan and Jennifer exchanged knowing glances to one another which only furthered my mounting insecurity. After dinner, we had drinks in the living room once again and the conversation turned, at Julia's insistence, to matters of sex.
"I love being on top." Julia said with a girlish smile.
"That's good, but I like getting fucked hard." Jennifer chimed in.
"That's for sure." Gary offered casually.
There was a pause before Julia, almost breathlessly asked Gary, "Do you think girls liked to get fucked hard? Or do you think they like it gentler. In your experience."
"Depends on the woman. Jennifer likes it hard and from behind. Then she likes me to pull her onto my cock with her legs spread wide. That gets her off. Right, Jen?"
Jennifer blushed and nodded as though living through it before our eyes. Gary continued. "Susan, well, she's more complex."
"Gary! We don't ..."
"Shut up! I'm talking." Susan quieted instantly although something told me they'd have a conversation about it later and only after he fucked her into blissful multiple orgasms. "Susan likes me to tease her. To make her want it because she doesn't know how to ask for it. So I pull each orgasm out of her gently. Until she begs. I find the things she likes and then I don't do it. I make her beg me to do it. Right, baby?"
Susan nodded, her breath quickening slightly at the thought of having this done to her later that evening. But before she could call it a night, Julia surprised us all.
"How would you fuck me?" The room fell into silence. Gary looked at her and then me. "I don't want a fight."
Julia answered for me. "He's not a fighter. Besides, we're just talking."
Gary appraised Julia as a butcher would a piece of meat. "You? You don't have a problem asking, from what I've seen so far, so I wouldn't make you beg. I'd make you come quick."
Julia laughed. "That's not insightful. Every woman wants that!"
"Not every woman wants to come quickly. Like Susan. Her orgasms are more powerful when I make her wait. You probably wouldn't like that. It'd piss you off. So I'd give you the first orgasm quick. Let you ride it out, that will make you more sensitive for the next one and then the next and then the next. You're a five orgasm girl. Easily."
I was getting upset. Not because he was so brazen with my wife, but because he was right. Julia demanded her first orgasm quickly so that the next one could build and then the next and the next. Sad to say that it had gotten to the point in our relationship that it was becoming routine. We both knew what we wanted and we gave it to each other with precision and complete predictability. How this guy knew it from one dinner was beyond me.
"So you think you can get me off quickly? You think that it'd be that easy? Pu- leeze. Most guys can't figure out where the vagina is let alone make a girl cum."
"Julia, I can attest to his abilities." Jennifer chimed in, still in her haze of sexual memories.
"Want to bet?" Gary asked, his face a mask of pure confidence.
