(A Continuation of "What Tommy Doesn't Know...")
Since I had my initial experience with Anna, my life has changed in so many ways. It's all mental, I know. It as though I made this great leap in my growth as a person. Since then, I am more confident, more assured and more in control of myself. I never felt any shame nor guilt but rather release and affirmation. My sex with Tommy has never been better. It's all mental, I know, and I'm glad.
Franny and I did have sex twice. The first time was after I told her about my experience with Anna. She was fascinated about it and revealed to me that she and her college roommate used to go down on each other secretly. So the first time we had sex was fun and exciting. We both discovered that we love the scent of sex and we exchanged damp panties. I must have sniffed everything out of those panties during the next few days.
Franny came by a week later and wanted to fool around again. She told me that she loved the reawakening in her sex and that it made her orgasms more intense. The second time we had sex wasn't very good for me though. There was something about Franny's aggressive style that didn't do it for me. Still I was glad I could help her out and - don't get me wrong - I came just fine, thank you. However, I decided to keep my sex with Franny at arm's length. Actually, I was more interested in other things.
Tommy, on the other hand, was another story. I very much wanted to share with him my newly expanded libido. In bed, I was more assertive as to what I wanted but too often I'd fantasize scenes while we were making love. One night, I decided to try to draw out some of his fantasies. I desperately wanted to know about the gay and bisexual stroke books and stories I found. It really turned me on that he had a secret life, too. I really wanted to see him in action and to share all of his eroticism. So, one night Tommy crawled into bed next to me. I was watching TV and reading Cosmopolitan. He began to play with my nipples. I said, "Tommy, I'm reading an article here about sexual fantasies and how they can make sex even better. (I was lying. It was article about pink being the "new" color. They should only know!) It says here that couples should discuss their fantasies with each other...that it will make their sex better. So what's your fantasy, hon?" Tommy became very defensive and a little put off.
"Well, what's wrong with our sex?...How much better could we make it?" I reassured him that I was being playful, that's all. "Ok, so you go first," he said. "All right. Sometimes I have fantasies about having two men at once...one in my mouth and one in my pussy. Sometimes I fantasize about making love to a woman and sometimes I fantasize about you making love to someone else while I watch. In fact, the other night while you were sleeping, I woke up horny and fingered myself to that last fantasy...only in my fantasy the other person was male...(I waited)...Now you."
Tommy told me about fantasizing about a secretary in his office and about an orgy. Hesitantly, he admitted that he sometimes fantasizes about other men and he admitted to bi-curiosity. That night, I made love to him by blindfolding him and telling him that I was another man. I copied a scenario I read in one of his stroke books. I made him pretend that he was tied up and blindfolded and forced to eat cock. I sucked him off while I ran my 10" penis-shaped vibrator into and around his mouth. While I sucked him, I came as he swallowed the vibrator. When he came in my mouth, it was the largest load I could ever recall.
Over the next week, I let him know that I was interested in pursuing our fantasies but only if we did them together and it did not endanger our relationship. He admitted that he felt the same way but he was concerned for the welfare of our marriage. Again, I reassured him telling him that if we did everything together, it would be okay. It was all about trust and love, wasn't it? One night, he came home with a bi porno tape. Our fantasies had become pretty verbal now and we had great sex describing to each other and acting out the scenes. When the men in the film were 69-ing, we were both glued to the screen. We seemed to have allowed each other to enter our secret gardens...isn't that what friends are for? The trust between us is something great.
A few nights later, Franny and Rob joined us for dinner. After dinner, we got into our bathing suits and lolled around the hot tub. Whenever the boys' attention was turned , Franny would cop a coy feel off me. The talk around the tub turned to sex, probably due to the booze and wine and the herb Rob brought over. Out of nowhere, Tommy told them about our new porn video. I was a little embarrassed that he would talk so openly about it but Rob was curious and Tom insisted on running the tape.
We sat around the tub and watched the video through the class doors on the big screen in the den. The film starts with a couple making love and then another couple enters and joins in. Soon, they're all doing each other. I don't have to tell you how hot this made all of us. Franny and Rob stared intently as their hands played over each other. Franny's breathing was short and quick especially when the blond started to go down on the brunette. I was feeling very randy now so I moved over to Tommy and sat on his lap facing him. I stripped off my bikini top and began to give him a lap dance. His hard cock pushed through his suit and through my suit and it felt exquisite as it slipped around my ass. Rob was staring at my breasts bounce up and down on Tommy.
Franny was watching, too. And then I had an idea. I figured if Tommy had the guts to put on the video then I could push this scene along. I dismounted Tommy and moved over to Rob. I then mounted his lap and started to give him a lap dance. His penis was just as hard and just as big and just as comfortable sliding under me. He looked at Franny for some signal of assurance. When Franny reached out and began to flick my nip, Rob placed his hands under my breasts and began to fondle them. Tommy joined them and now I had all these hands all over my titties.
My eyes were closed as they were bringing me to a place of bliss. Franny was sucking one nipple, Tommy the other. Hands were everywhere. At this point, Rob said he was bit uncomfortable and could we go inside. We all got out of the tub together. The cool night air made my nipples stand in all their glory and they way my breasts looked made me feel good. The men had tents pushing away from their suits and Franny and I began to laugh at the sight of them. Fortunately, this broke the intense mood and lightened things up.