I really would like to watch you and Kristin make love and I want to share in your lovemaking, for I want Kristin to be happy and I know that you and I can sexually fulfill her in ways that I cannot alone.I really would like to watch you and Kristin make love and I want to share in your lovemaking, for I want Kristin to be happy and I know that you and I can sexually fulfill her in ways that I cannot alone." Dianne smiled, hugged me, gave me a dreamy kiss, and said, "I would like that. I love you. And tell Kristin when you see her that I love her, too." When I came home in the evening, it was, suffice to say, a very unusual conversation. I told Kristin that I was with Dianne that afternoon, that we made love, that I knew about Kristin's love affair with Dianne, that I am not angry or jealous, that I loved both of you, and that I would like all three of us to make love to one another. Kristin was quite taken aback by what I said, but she quickly recovered with a look of anticipation and desire that I have never seen in her before. Kristin then said, "Let's send the kids to my mother's for the weekend, I'll think of a good excuse, and invite Dianne to stay with us." I agreed to this, we called Dianne, she readily agreed and we were all excited. Needless to say Kristin and I made passionate love that evening and we later talked very openly about the different ways we could make love together with Dianne. ....Watching two passionate women, who love each other, mutually gratify their sexual desires is something that every man should see -- and I'm not talking about those loveless scenes one sees in most X-rated films. Men can learn an awful lot about how to please a woman sexually by watching how a woman does it to another woman. After all, who knows more about a woman than another woman?... Kristin and Dianne were obviously very much in love with each other. You could feel the passionate heat they generated even before they touched each other. They made me sit in a chair while I watched them in bed. They each wore a negligee, and I could see the outlines of their breasts and of their black triangle of hair where female sexuality resides. They obviously loved the way they were dressed, since they looked at each other just as I was looking at them. |