NEW YEAR'S EVE
My name is Jeanette. I'm thirty-three and have been married for nine years. This is my first contribution to
Sexual Freedom.
I have enjoyed the accounts written by other women, especially the wives who have discovered how to find and enjoy partners other than their husbands. They have given me the courage to explore my own needs.
Needs, yes, but also urges, wants,
desires!
That's what we are discussing if we will only be honest with ourselves. We don't "need" the sexual adventures that fill these pages --- we want them! They represent the possibilities of sexual pleasure that few have the courage or determination to pursue. And we should have them. There is no reason on earth why we should not. I am one of the more fortunate ones; I have been able to in large part because my husband has encouraged me to.
My husband and I have always been adventurous. We have actively sought new challenges and experiences in every part of life. We've had adventures of a non-sexual nature all over the world. But that's not our focus here. This is about sexual pleasure and our story, I think, will instruct and inspire and
--- I hope! ---
encourage others to explore fearlessly their natural libidinous proclivities.
I work as a very highly paid administrative assistant and office manager for a law firm. My husband, Richard, is a physicist and science writer. We are not wealthy but financially comfortable; we love our work and we have a wide circle of friends. Our sex life has always been great, but this past year, has seen improvements that I had never imagined were possible until I began reading this publication. I came across it first and, after reading a couple of issues, I gave it to Richard and asked him what he thought. Predictably, he was intrigued and we decided that we would look for opportunities to introduce new excitement --- and new partners --- into our marriage bed.
Naturally, this gave rise to discussion. As I remember, the decisive conversation went something like this:
"Look, I know that husbands are, --- well, territorial --- about their wives. Are you certain that you could allow me to be with another man? Could you tolerate someone else doing with me --- the things we have done?"
"Yes. And I am just as territorial as any man but I'm sure that we are discussing sex, not the deep and abiding love that I feel for you and I think that you feel for me. Can you see yourself leaving me because of a particularly intense sexual experience with another man?"
"No! Of course not! What we have is too valuable to give up for mere orgasms."
"Could you stand knowing that I was with another woman --- even if she were younger?"
"Yes. Yes, I'm certain that I could --- if it were just for pleasure and nothing more."
There was a pause as we looked for clues in each other's faces, still not certain what the other was thinking or how the other felt. Richard broke the silence at last.
"Jeanette, do you remember that night a few weeks ago when you were undressing before the mirror and I came up behind you?"
"Yes!" The memory flooded into my brain and stirred me.
"I began to fondle your breasts while you watched --- we both watched --- in the mirror. You enjoyed that, I know."
"Yes. I made no secret of it."
That night had proved to be an awakening. Richard had caressed me for several minutes that night while we gazed at our reflections in the big antique oval mirror. I watched as his hands, big and powerful, roamed over my breasts and thighs and bottom. He turned me and felt me deeply, his fingers probing, seeking, almost bruising my flesh until finally his hands drifted down between my legs and his fingertips softly stroked as I moistened. My stomach stirred as I remembered how I pushed back against him and felt his exciting hardness in the cleft between my cheeks. I couldn't take my eyes from the mirror! I was fascinated! My limbs looked pale in the lamplight and the shadows sculpted our bodies in a manner that appeared new --- alien in some way. It was almost like watching it happen to someone else --- almost like watching two strangers in the mirror! I felt detached from the images yet aroused! I could feel what the man was doing to the woman in the mirror --- I was both the participant and the watcher --- actor and audience!
Finally Richard gathered me up into his arms and carried me to the bed. He was thoroughly aroused, trembling with passion. I hadn't seen him like that for nearly a year! He put me down on my back and pulled my legs roughly apart and entered me with one long hard thrust. I welcomed him with a cry and locked my legs around him. There followed a long session of intense and highly satisfying lovemaking such as we had not experienced in a long time and through it all the images of the man and the woman in the mirror floated in my mind.
"We are both voyeuristic, Jeanette," he continued, "We share that and I would definitely enjoy seeing you pleasured by someone else."
I knew immediately that he was right. And I wanted him to watch me with another man! I wanted to look into his eyes as I took another man's hard cock into my mouth --- into my cunt! And I wanted to watch him with another woman --- preferably a younger, more innocent woman. My thought processes stopped at that point, leaving me curiously suspended --- as if the thought were unfinished somehow. I trembled and smiled at him.
"We are agreed, then?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, love, I think we are."
With his characteristic objectivity, Richard suggested that we take the time to find high-quality people --- no "pick-ups" or impulsive plunges. The point was, after all, to create intense pleasure for both of us.
It was three months before we found someone whom we both considered acceptable. It was at a writer's workshop. Richard had asked me to attend the closing session following his master class and have dinner with a few friends. Later, we went out to celebrate with his friend Mark, a literary agent who was "between girlfriends" and somewhat lonely as I understood the situation. We drank a little and danced a bit. Richard has never been much for dancing so I was glad to have Mark to turn me around the floor a few times. I was getting a bit giddy from the drinks and having a terrific time! Then, as a particularly energetic dance was ending, I felt Mark's hand on my bottom. It wasn't an aggressive move, just a soft brushing of his palm over my cheek but he added a gentle squeeze that left no doubt about his interest. I was wearing a short, dark red party dress that clung fairly close without being outrageous with only the briefest of panties beneath. The heat of his hand penetrated to my bottom. The first mild shock of surprise dissipated quickly when I realized that I didn't mind it too much. In fact, I enjoyed his attention and paused as we left the dance floor to give him an opportunity to repeat the gesture. He did, with more energy.
We returned to the table and I gave Richard one of those looks that pass between marriage partners, a look that needed little interpretation. He lifted an eyebrow and that was all I needed to tell me that he understood. I got Richard onto the floor for the next slow dance and told him what Mark had done. He smiled.
"Do you like him?" he asked.
"Yes, I do --- very much!" I replied and I could hear the heat in my voice. "In fact, he excited me, Richard."
"And that excites me. Shall we invite him home?"
"Can we?" I asked, somewhat breathlessly.
"Are you ready for it?"
"Yes! I definitely am ready for it!"
I could feel the bulge in Richard's pants pressing against me. He asked how I felt about it and I told him that I was excited and eager.
He whispered in my ear, "Getting wet, Darling?" Then he pulled his head back to see the effect.
"Richard!" I said, "That's an outrageous thing to ask! --- But yes! I am! Can we go soon?"
We all went back to our place and my husband made drinks for us. Mark seemed to know that something was afoot but wisely said nothing. He caught my eye a couple of times and gave me a quizzical look. I returned what I hoped was a warm and encouraging smile with enough eye contact to make my interest plain. Then the three of us sat down on the couch and turned on the TV to watch a DVD that Richard had purchased a few days before. It was a documentary about the South American rain forest and was replete with images of lush, tropical plants and brilliant birds. Jaguars prowled, their long, luxurious bodies slinking in and out of broad-leafed foliage. In my heightened state of sensuousness, the film acted as an aphrodisiac. I seemed to feel the heat of the jungle and my breathing deepened.
I thought later that some silent communication must have passed between Richard and Mark as we were watching because I felt my husband's hand slip under my skirt and begin to caress my leg. I was so wet! I turned and looked Mark right in the eyes and smiled my invitation with all the heat that I felt inside. He said nothing but started kissing me. His lips were rough, hot and dry, but I soon cured that with my tongue.
I lifted his hand and put it on my other thigh just under my skirt. He squeezed softly, then more firmly and slid his palm higher to where the softness of my inner thigh began. For several seconds both men stroked my legs as I relaxed against them and sighed. I closed my eyes and let my legs drift farther apart. Richard was already petting my cunt, his hand gliding warmly over my satin panties, and as soon as Mark's hand squeezed my inner thigh hard, I came --- a small shuddering little orgasm, delightful for the promise that it held. My mind fogged with the drowsiness of lust.
