And Hubby Watched Us

I looked at her and smiled and said, "Yes Jenny it was amazing."

She kissed me. Not passionately and not deeply. Just a brushing of our lips together but enough to make my pulse start racing again. "Oh shit," I said. "What's the matter?" she asked. I smiled and said, "I think I may have enjoyed it a little too much.."

Kevin poured us champagne and we all sat on the bed drinking it as he went on about how fantastic it had been and how exciting he'd found it. The bulge in his boxers was very obvious and Jenny after looking at it murmured, "yes we can see that Kev."

I knew then that he wanted to join in. That he wanted sex with one or both of us. I looked at Jenny and realised that she was thinking the same thing but neither of us said anything.

Jenny and I had moved to lying on the bed alongside each other our heads on the pillows. Still both in our panties our arms were touching and she was running her toe up and down my calf. We looked at each other and she bent forward and brushed her lips across mine again. Kevin said very hoarsely, "is there an encore on its way?"

For an answer Jenny kissed me fully on the lips and I didn't object. In fact I kissed her back. She was a magnificent kisser but then I should have expected that for she had been so marvelous earlier.

After licking all round my opened lips she would mould hers to mine and kiss me open mouthed for ages. Her tongue touched mine and licked my gums and teeth. She sucked strongly on first my bottom and then upper lip and then kissed me all over my face. My chin, my neck, my cheeks, my forehead and then, most magically, my eyelids. Always though returning to my mouth we kissed and kissed for so long it could have been an hour for all I knew. In many ways, strangely, this long bout of kissing and embracing was far more intimate, erotic even, than the more overtly sexual experience I had just gone through with her. Although her touching of my breasts and slowly bringing me to that shattering orgasm had demanded a physical commitment from me this lying in each others arms our mouths molded together asked for something more than that and that was an emotional commitment as well. And that I found myself very willingly, almost avidly now giving.

Far more aware now of my surroundings I could see Kevin and could watch him avidly taking in every singe thing we did. And my feelings there changed as well. It was as if I was now, in a way, getting my own back. Illustrating to him that I did enjoy this. That Jenny could promote feelings in me and actions from me that he could no longer do. That I was appealing to her as a woman and that he was just a bit player. Neither of us paid any attention or spoke to him at all but we were both aware of his presence and I'm sure that she as well as I was, to an extent, "playing to that gallery" of one sad and half naked man in the chair.

As she kissed me so her hands touched and stroked, caressed and squeezed me all over now without the worry of my reticence.

And I returned her kisses and caresses.

I ran my hands through her fine hair, I touched her face, her eyes, her cheeks. I stroked and cupped her breasts and ran my hands, lovingly almost, up and down her back. I became less inhibited and more enquiring and adventurous. It occurred to me as I lie in her arms returning embrace with embrace and caress with caress that I was a quick learner. A little like riding a bike I thought, almost giggling, learn what to do once and you always remember it. I recall also thinking that I was taking to what we were doing just "like a duck to water" and wondered if this was a latent requirement of my sexuality.

Jenny's hand had once more found my mound and she was caressing me there. Mine was around her, inside the waist band of her thong stroking the lovely roundness of the taught cheeks of her bottom. She removed her mouth from mine and looked me in the eye as her hand tugged at the elastic of my panties pulling them down my tummy a little. Smiling she murmured, "I don't think we need these anymore do we Mandy?"

It really is a very significant moment in any lovemaking when a woman's knickers are removed. Irrespective of what has gone on before and how little of her they cover the physical exposing of her most womanly of places by their removal represents a quantum leap in the relationship and the emotional commitment to it. It makes her totally available, it opens her up and it signifies her acceptance that she is to be penetrated, in one way or another, by her lover. Thus as Jenny said that to me I momentarily panicked. I realised how far I had gone with her both physically and emotionally. I also realised that she was now asking me to go even further. Up to now, in my rather pathetic self-justification thinking, I had been doing this because Kevin demanded it. I could justify it as it would help save my marriage. The sexual excitement and gratification she had given me was not selfish but was for a "greater good!!" However, to me the removal of my panties for her was a willing sacrifice. That was for me and me alone. It was a sign that I was going beyond what he had set out for me to do.

I think, as I raised my bottom looking deeply into her eyes as she peeled the flimsy "last barrier" from me, so with them went my marriage. As I willingly became naked with this girl so I realised that I did not want Kevin. That I was now not doing this because of him but because of me. It didn't really matter whether the person removing that final garment was a man or a woman,.for what I was doing was fully establishing I did not need him, physically or emotionally. I was now, in a way, flaunting this at him. Establishing myself as a sexual being apart from him. And I felt fantastic.

Jenny was kneeling beside me and I looked up and said, loud enough for him to hear, "and I don't think we need these either do we Jenny," as I took her panties in my hands and rolled them down her annoyingly but wonderfully flat tummy.

Both now revelling in our totally nudity we gloried in that by rolling around the bed in each others arms. We luxuriated in the freedom of it and the sensations of the other's body on our own from lips to toes. We enthusiastically stroked and caressed the other with no inhibitions whatsoever. Her fingers were in me and mine were around her lips. Her mouth encircled each of my nipples sucking them to new levels of swollen erectness and what felt like unprecedented degrees of aching, wanting desire. My mouth kissed and licked at hers as she held first one and then the other out to me as an invitation for me to suckle them like a baby at her breast. I kissed every inch of the wonderfully soft and such appealingly arousing flesh of the others breasts concentrating always on those, what were now, deliciously ripe, pink buds in their centres.

I knew that this time we would not rely on our hands. I recognised that this was now grown up women's lovemaking. That I had entered, willingly I knew, into something that went well beyond the bounds of adolescent girls exploring the limits of their sexuality. As we touched and entered the other with our fingers I accepted that I would need to go further with girl on girl lovemaking than I had been before. And my heart pounded with the thought of what was to come, what she would do to me and what I would do to her. I wanted to do it. I wanted her to do it. And most of all I wanted Kevin to be watching as we did it. To see me pleasure myself by giving so much to this woman. To watch as I received stimulation, excitement and satisfaction of a level that he could not provide. Maybe, to an extent playing into his hands but, nevertheless convinced that I was doing it for myself and, without sounding too grandiose, for my liberation I wanted to put on a show for him and to maybe rid myself of my dependence on him.

Thus when Jenny starting slithering her head down my body I was not afraid. When her pleasure seeking mouth planted delightful little kisses, licks and sucks, on my lower chest, waist and tummy I was resolved and ready. When her long blonde hair tumbled onto my thighs and stomach hiding her face from my view I was receptive. But not just receptive for I found myself reaching for her. She wiggled her body so that we were lying side by side, so that I was most available to her and so that she made her most precious place open to my investigation.

My first feel of this woman on my mouth was amazing. Not just the taste and feel and smell but also because of the response I received. The sheer gratification that her writhing body, deep moans and "yes, yes Mandy" signified. The clear sensational pleasure I gave her and the such evident intent that what we were about to do was to be so mutual and sharing.

And it was. There were no limits or boundaries now. I was no longer merely the initiate, the junior partner or the follower. No now I was fully involved. An equal player a total soul mate to this wonderful teacher.

Slurping, licking, sucking and running my tongue all around that familiar but so strange of places I knew instinctively what to do. What I wanted to do and what I wanted her to do. Of course she needed no instruction or cajoling for her educated tongue had already found and coaxed my clitoris into explosive action. Her experienced fingers had found and run around my lips opening the folds of that covering shroud to more fully expose that stalk of such pleasure to her eager tongue. And of course her tongue and mouth inflamed me to such wondrous levels. And I was so happy to find that I was providing a similar degree of sensations to her.

Jenny's legs were open her thighs wrapped around my face as my tongue rotated and pressed, plunged and probed and as my fingers stroked and caressed, rubbed and penetrated her. Hers were doing similar things to me and I could feel my orgasm starting. The slight stiffening of her body, the shudders and the increased urgency with which she was orally loving me told me that I was inducing her climax as well That was a wonderful feeling.

But then nearly everything went blank. My body simply convulsed with such an amazingly powerful array of sensations that I may well have fainted. At the same time Jenny was writhing so wildly that continued contact between her and my mouth was no longer possible. We may well have both been screaming, we could have been shouting out, we might probably have been moaning, grunting and sighing. I didn't know, so consumed were I by the magnificence and power of what was happening to both of us simultaneously.

We clung to each other's now perspiration drenched bodies as we cajoled and persuaded every last surge of excitement of the orgasm that we had promoted for our lover. The sensations were so acute that it was as if we became one. As if there were no divisions. I had no consciousness of where I ended and she began. We were one writhing, convulsing, bucking and climaxing pile of female flesh glorying in the sisterhood of that wondrous mutual orgasm.

As we so slowly returned to a sort of normalness so we both remembered that Kevin was still there. Together we looked over and of course he had masturbated. He actually looked rather pathetic and sounded even more so as he said how fantastic we had been and thanked us just as if we were hired help.

Sitting on my bed, totally naked and fully satisfied sexually by the woman next to me I knew for sure that his "spell" over me had been broken and that my marriage would shortly end.

So John that was Jenny and me and I guess you can see why I think she could be up for it?

Luv

M

After that Sunday with Jenny I didn't see her for a while but I did have that sort of nagging feeling that one day we would meet and possibly get together sexually once more. It never happened though, although when we did meet, down the pub mainly, there was a smouldering tenderness between us that we both knew could, in the right circumstances erupt into something much more.

After the divorce I began to bump into her now again for she had also joined the golf club. So we kept in touch and on one or two occasions came so close to doing something but unaccountably, for I'm sure there was a strong attraction for both of us, it just never happened. So I knew that I could easily call her or meet her for a drink and I really did feel that I would be able to ask her. Well I wasn't that sure but she was far more approachable on such a thing than anyone else and if I really plucked up my courage I thought just maybe.