Fiction by Paul
One of those levels was, of course, sex! We were both freshly out of long term relationships (marriages) with, to put it mildly, "sexually conservative" partners. We were both on a journey of sexual discovery, finding out some of what we may have missed. We talked about everything. Tried a lot of things.
We had both been starved for oral sex. We tried anal sex a few times. Marsha said she enjoyed the experience but it was uncomfortable enough for her that we should stick to fingers and toys. We had sex in the shower. Sex outdoors. In the back seat of my car. We explored toys and lotions. We had sex while watching porn.
This may all seem tame to some, but it was all new and exciting to us. We went to nude beaches. We put a joint "profile" on the internet and began chatting with couples and singles. We met some of them for sex. We tried threesomes, and group sex. We went to a swing club. We were having a ball! (pun intended)
We both love to chat on the internet. Talk with folks. Get to know them. Flirt sometimes. Sometimes just talk about family, friends, religion or politics.
On this particular Saturday Marsha was chatting with her friend Aaron online. Aaron's online ID was "loverman2002". Aaron had started out very straight forward. Very chaste and innocent. It appears that's a not uncommon tactic for men on the internet. If a guy comes on strong a woman is likely to put up defenses and the guy's out of luck. But if he starts slowly, draws a woman in, gets her interested, he can perhaps get into her panties.
Well, Aaron was a master at the game. Initially he talked about his divorce. His family. His job. Only slowly, over the course of several on-line chats, and over the course of perhaps a month, did he bring the subject around to sex. And even then he was very sly. Not overt sexual conversation, just an escalation of the flirting that Marsha loved online.
Until this day. For some reason Marsha was in a playful mood. She started egging Aaron on. He got bolder and bolder. As the conversation progressed Aaron would throw out a concept. For example: "Have you ever been to a nude beach?" Marsha would answer, "Yes". Aaron would be silent for a few seconds then come back with, "Do you swallow?" Marsha would say, "Sure." "Group sex?" "Yes."
Marsha was having fun. She enjoyed her new-found sexuality and sexual freedom. And the fact that Aaron could not shock her with his questions gave her a sense that she was becoming the sexual sophisticate that she always wanted to be. She was not an old dried up school teacher, but still the vibrant, exciting woman she'd been in her twenties.
But then Aaron stumped her. "Have you ever been blind-folded and tied up?" We had played with a blindfold. But restraint games were something we had not done.
"Well... no," typed Marsha into the instant message window.
"No?" replied Aaron. "It can be quite erotic."
I was reading this over Marsha's shoulder. She didn't notice that I noticed that she licked her lips and shifted in her chair. I was curious to see how she'd respond on-line.
"Really?" she typed. "Tell me more."
"Imagine this:" Aaron's words appeared in the IM window. "The two of you are playing. Andy covers your eyes with a silk scarf. Ties it behind your head. You can make out nothing."
"He presses you back down on the bed. Slips your wrists through pre-knotted silk scarves that are tied to the bed frame. You realize that you are now blindfolded and tied to the bed."
I could tell Marsha was breathing a little harder than she had been. I surrepticiously reached into my pants and "rearranged" my thickening cock.
Aaron continued, "You feel a hand brush your pussy. A tongue laps at your hardening nipple."
Marsha squirmed in her chair.
"Another hand strokes your thigh. Two fingers lightly pinch your other nipple. You feel a tongue licking its way up your thigh."
"Suddenly it hits you. There's a set of lips on one nipple and another set at your crotch. There is someone in the room besides Andy. After you were blindfolded Andy must have let someone else into your bedroom."
There was a small gasp from Marsha. Slowly she typed, "Oh My God."
"Two men to please you. One is, of course, Andy. But *who* is the other one?"
"Oh my," typed Marsha. "HA HA HA," typed Aaron. "I gotcha. Something you haven't tried. Now *there's* something to think about! Well, I gotta go. Have a great evening!"
Marsha used one finger to tap out, "U 2"
"loverman2002 has logged off," appeared in red letters on the screen.
Marsha turned to me. Her face flushed. She grabbed my shirt and began undoing the buttons with one hand. With the other she was rubbing my crotch. We crossed the room to the couch where we tumbled to the cushions and quickly removed our clothes and "fucked our brains out" for about 45 minutes. Marsha came three times. I came twice.
Afterward, as we snuggled on the couch, Marsha said, "'That' was a hot fantasy!"
"You liked that?" I said with a slight grin.
"Oh yeah"
"Would you like to do that sometime?"
"Hmmmm." She thought for a moment. "It would require a lot of trust. We've played with other men before. But the idea of a 'mystery fuck' in which I never know who, besides you, is in bed with me sounds very exciting."
"Really?" I drawled.
I turned her to me and kissed her on the lips. My hand found her pussy. She squirmed. I kissed her nipple. She pinched mine.
I came once more that night. I lost track of her orgasms.
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Does this need a part 2? Part 3? Or can it stand on it's own?