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A MAN'S FANTASY ABOUT TWO WOMEN@END_FILE_ID.DIZ



       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