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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.”

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!
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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.

"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.
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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."
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Teri shouted onto the stage, "Two Minutes." I looked out behind the curtain. The crowd had grown and they were cheering Lisa on. I looked onto the stage and saw Lisa. She was just returning to the back part of the stage from the runway. She was down to her black panties. She came over to us and pulled the curtain around the lower part of her body. Her hand swiftly pulled the panties down and she threw them over her shoulder onto the stage where the men could see them. A big cheer went up and she turned her back on the crowd and danced out to the middle All the crowd could see was her behind but Teri and I had the perfect view of her front. Lisa had firm, large breasts with big pink nipples. She had a pink pussy with a fine patch of blond pubic hair. She was unbelievable. She turned and faced the crowd. The men went wild. She danced up the runway, gyrating her hips and give the men a good view. Teri shouted, "One minute!", but the crowd noise was probably drowning it out. I had been feeling more relaxed, even excited. But now my stomach was tight and new fears were entering my mind. I wasn't sure now that I really could go through with it. The music came to an end and Lisa stopped dancing.

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)....

I decided to use the bathroom quickly before I went
on. I had a good bit to drink and didn’t want to have
any accidents. I went into the small bathroom that
adjoined the room. I decided to test the g-string and
pulled both sides, just as Shelly had shown me. It came
apart in my hands just like it was suppose to. I
finished and walked out to the hall. Teri signalled me
to join her at the end. I walked down the hall. In the
costume room, I saw Shelly trying to comfort Ellen who
was crying. I hurried along to Teri.

"What happened to Ellen?" I asked. "She got about half way through and froze. Don't worry, you'll do great! Lisa will have the crowd all warmed up for you." Shelly said. Looking at the other two girls she added, "Get ready for the judging." Elizabeth reached over to clothing pile and pulled out sheer white panties. She stepped into them and pulled them up her legs. As she pulled them up, I caught a glimpse of a completely shaven pussy. Karen had put down her drink and was rummaging through her pile. She pulled out a red g-string, similar in design to the one I was wearing (velcros on both sides). She pulled it under her robe and fit them on.
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"How did it go?" I asked as I poured her some wine and refilled my glass. "Great! They were yelling and clapping. I couldn't believe how excited I was." Karen's voiced cracked as she spoke. She took a gulp of the wine and sat down. I was wondering if she was going to faint. The crowd noise had dropped off and the music had stopped. It was too soon for Ellen to be done. The crowd cheered and the music started up again. A minute later, Shelly came in. "Pamela, you're next. Wait a couple more minutes and then go out to the wings and wait with Teri. Good Luck!" she said.
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