Fantasy Lifestyles 2/Fantasy Lifestyles 2.iso/ast/2grlfant.txt

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                   A MAN'S FANTASY ABOUT TWO WOMEN


 I have been  thinking much about Dianne  lately. You see, she  is a
 very beautiful  single woman, very  open sexually, and  very caring
 for others  (it is difficult for  a man, and some  women, to resist
 such a combination). I met her  several months ago -- of all places
 -- in the waiting room of my  dentist, where she shared with me her
 business  (which  is  of  no  relevance  to  this  story). My wife,
 Kristin,  and I  decided a  few weeks  later to  join her  business
 venture, and because of this  association we have since developed a
 very close friendship with Dianne.

 Kristin  apparently has  also of   late been  thinking a  lot about
 Dianne. The signs  are obvious -- daily phone  calls, visits to her
 apartment, her name being brought up in our conversation, etc. Last
 week,  Dianne and  Kristin went  backpacking by  themselves to  the
 local  wilderness area  while I  kept our  two kids  at home (it is
 important for  my wife, a financial  planner, to get away  from the
 daily grind and enjoy her friends apart from me)....

 Last  Friday, Dianne  called me  up and  wanted me  to meet her for
 lunch  at our  favorite restaurant.  After a  light lunch with some
 equally light but strangely forced conversation, Dianne looked into
 my eyes  with a look  that I've never  seen before, a  look of fear
 combined with a  look of desire, and asked,  "Mark, it is difficult
 for me  to say this,  but I have  fallen in love  with both you and
 Kristin."

 I didn't know  how to respond to  this. On the one  hand, my sexual
 desire for her was burning bright, and I got excited about what was
 soon to transpire, yet her  simultaneous love for my wife confused,
 scared, and intrigued  me. What could I say? I  looked at her for a
 moment,  and  without  thinking  I  said,  "Does  Kristin know your
 feelings for  her? As far as  I know, Kristin is  straight, and has
 never in  our relationship stated  anything to the  contrary. All I
 know is  that my desire  for you  is  very strong, and  that I have
 wanted for several weeks to make love to you."

 "I know about  your feelings for me," Dianne  replied, "I could see
 it  in  your  actions,  in  your  words,  and  in your eyes. And my
 feelings for  you are just as  strong. Kristin knows about  my love
 for her and for  you, and she is in love with me  as she is in love
 with you. It was during our  backpacking trip that we expressed our
 love for one another."

 I didn't know what to think, I  was really confused by my feelings.
 "But why are you  telling me this? What do you want  from me if you
 and Kristin are lovers?" I asked.

 Dianne replied,  "Kristin wanted me to  tell you these things  if I
 felt from our  conversation that it would not  damage your marriage
 relationship -- she  wants me to tell you that  she still loves you
 deeply. She has known for awhile  that you were infatuated with me.
 You know,  women can see these  things. I desire you  so much and I
 want to make  love to you. Let's go back  to my apartment and there
 we can enjoy one another and talk more about this crazy situation."

 Making love to Dianne that afternoon was heavenly. Her body, though
 short, was well  proportioned, more like a 21  year old rather than
 her real age of 35. Her breasts  were not large, and not small, but
 were of the right size, firm and  did not sag one bit -- taking her
 brassiere  off,  which  was  a  low-cut  front  snap design, was an
 experience  I'll never  forget. When   I cupped  her breasts  in my
 smallish hands,  I wished that  I could become  her brassiere so  I
 could cup her  breasts all day. And Dianne  was sexually free, boy,
 was  she free.  She was  even more  open about  her sexuality  than
 Kristin, and Kristin has always been a tiger in bed.

 What was even  more surprising to me was  that my sexual excitement
 was greatest whenever  I fantasized my wife Kristin  making love to
 Dianne while I was watching. In these fantasies, Kristin and Dianne
 totally shared their bodies -- there was no inhibition of any kind.
 The  number  69  appeared  often  in  my  mind.  And  I imagined my
 throbbing, erect penis being inside  Dianne's vagina from the rear,
 while Kristin,  my beautiful wife, was  in front massaging Dianne's
 clitoris and sucking on her  breasts, and that Dianne was massaging
 Kristin's  swollen clitoris.  And I  imagined that  we all  came to
 orgasm at the same time this way. What a fantasy!

 After one  hour of sheer  erotic sex (I  have never made  love to a
 woman who  could have several strong  orgasms in a row  like Dianne
 could), we  lay together exhausted.  I asked Dianne,  "When did you
 and Kristin first make love?"

 She said,  "During our backpacking trip.  It was cold, and  we were
 close to each  other in our sleeping bags. And  we just talked, and
 slowly we got  closer, more intimate, touched each  other more, and
 finally  we were  making love.  Kristin said  to me afterwards that
 that was  the first time she  ever had sex with  a woman. She never
 consciously  realized before  that she  was bisexual,  although she
 said  that  she  recalled  having  strong  feelings for other women
 before. Her greatest  fear was that you would  reject her for being
 bisexual and for making love to me."

 I said, "If she made love to a man, I would have been jealous and a
 little angry -- I'm sounding a  little hypocritical here -- but the
 thought  of  her  making  love  to  another  woman, especially you,
 excites me,  and I don't know  why. Maybe most men  would be turned
 off and very angry if they  were faced with this situation, but I'm
 not. 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. They  started with slow kisses,  which became more passionate
 as time went  on -- it seemed like an  eternity. Their hands, which
 started out being  fixed on each others back,  became more and more
 mobile. There was no part of  their bodies that their hands did not
 touch.  Kristin, my  beautiful wife,  was gasping  at every  caress
 given  by Dianne.  Dianne, being  very turned  on by  now, loosened
 Kristin's negligee and took  it off, gloriously revealing Kristin's
 body to both  of us. "Your breasts are  so beautiful," Dianne said,
 "please  let me  kiss them."  Kristin pulled  Dianne's head  to her
 breasts  and moaned  "more" as  Dianne eagerly  yet tenderly licked
 them.

 Dianne then  broke the kisses, got  on her back, and  told Kristin,
 who was  sitting upright on  her knees, to  move forward until  her
 vulva  was near  Dianne's mouth,  as she  has done  for me  several
 times.  Dianne eagerly  thrust out  her tongue  to Kristin's  moist
 clitoris, and licked  and kissed and sucked it in  a way I've never
 done  for  Kristin  before.  You  could  see  Kristin's body slowly
 swaying,  like a  pendulum, which   started to  speed up  as Dianne
 speeded up  her tongue motion. Then,  in a frantic way  that I have
 never  heard  Kristin  say,  she  said,  "Please...  more." At that
 moment,  Dianne  inserted  one  finger  into  Kristin's  vagina and
 another  finger from  the other  hand into  her anus  and began  to
 earnestly and rhythmically bring her down the home stretch with her
 tongue and lips and fingers. Kristin  exploded into a orgasm that I
 have never  seen in any  woman before, even  Dianne on Friday.  She
 gasped and fell  limp on the bed, exhausted, and  content. I was in
 awe.

 As  Dianne was  slowly caressing  Kristin during  her short time of
 recovery, my  passion arose to a  height I've never felt  before. I
 walked over to the bed, took my clothes off (so I could relieve the
 pressure of my super-erect penis) and got on the bed next to Dianne
 and started  to kiss her.  I helped Dianne  take off her  negligee,
 revealing her beautiful breasts with very hard and erect nipples; I
 could  feel the  animal heat  emanate from  her vagina, begging for
 satisfaction. She then took hold of my very hard penis and began to
 rub it firmly, and then went down  on me and began to lick and suck
 it.  I could  feel the  moistness around  her mouth,  no doubt from
 Kristin's vaginal juices. Dianne  then completely inserted my penis
 into her mouth as  far as it could go and really  began to suck. It
 was a  beautiful experience. As  I approached an  explosive orgasm,
 but before it was too late, she  let go of my penis, leaned back on
 the bed,  with her beautiful breasts  pointing majestically upward,
 and begged Kristin to come down on her.

 Kristin, whose passion was beginning to come back again, got on her
 hands  and  knees  and  began  to  lick  Dianne's clitoris with her
 tongue.  Kristin, being  very flexible,  had no  trouble with  this
 position. Kristin's  super-swollen vulva revealed  itself to me  in
 all  its splendor  in this  position, which  I could  not resist; I
 entered Kristin  from the rear,  reached around her  to massage her
 swollen and moist clitoris and her  erect nipples. When I did this,
 my wife  began to moan, and  increased her tempo on  Dianne. Dianne
 began to moan  wildly, too, and Kristin reached  up to cup Dianne's
 breast and knead them vigorously. For  one minute this went on, and
 as  I approached  ejaculation, Kristin  sensed that,  quickened the
 pace, and brought  Dianne closer to ecstasy. We  all reached climax
 at about the same time. My orgasm  was the most intense I have ever
 experienced. I felt as if I filled Kristin up to the brim.

 This  did  not  end  here.  Kristin  continued  her  oral caress on
 Dianne's  clitoris in  the most  loving, tender,  and yet  vigorous
 manner, and from this very delicious stimulus, Dianne had four more
 orgasms in the next few minutes;  each orgasm was more intense than
 the previous one.  Her last orgasm was so  intense and obviously so
 pleasurable  that  Kristin  broke  down  and  cried  for  Dianne in
 happiness. We all then fell into a long and dreamy sleep, snuggling
 close together,  to recharge for another  round several hours later
 (I'll spare  you the details  of our subsequent  lovemaking, except
 that it was even better).

 Many would say that nothing good  could ever result from a bisexual
 menage a  trois such as  ours; however, Kristin's  and my love  for
 each  other was  enhanced by  this experience  (which, by  the way,
 never  happened again  with Dianne,  for reasons  that will  remain
 unsaid to the outside world). I also learned how to become a better
 lover to  Kristin, since my  teachers were two  beautiful women who
 passionately loved  one another and understood  one another in ways
 that men can never fathom.

                            Mark O. Zorro