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.

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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.”

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.

We both swiftly drank the first and the second had
just arrived when the stage lights dimmed. We could
barely see the curtain move and then a spot light came
on. A very well built blonde was on the stage. She was
dressed in a dark blue velvet dress and was wearing
matching gloves that ran past her elbows. She had a
matching set of pumps on her feet. The room momentarily
hushed in anticipation. The music came on loud. It had
a disco style beat. The girl started moving on the
stage. She danced down the runway and back. She was not
bumping or grinding, no pelvic thrusts or anything. She
looked like she was just dancing like I might. Then she
pulled one glove off, and then the other. She threw them
to the back part of the stage out of reach. She turned
her back too the crowd and lowered her hands to the hem
of the skirt. She slowly raised it up her body and
finally took it over her head. She turned and faced the
crowd. She had on matching black bra, panty (more of a
g-string), and garter belt set. She danced around the
runway and returned to the back part of the stage. She
turned her back to the crowd once again. The straps of
her bra fell down her arms. Her bra must have had a
front hook because she pulled both cups to her sides.

“What are we doing here?’ I asked.
“I thought that since you had stimulation all night,
now it was my turn.” he replied.
“I don’t want to go in there, I want to go back to
the room.” I whined.
“Why do you want to go back there when the night is
still young?”, he teased. He wanted me to say it.
“I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard and often NOW!”
I answered.
“But what about me? You’ve had all night to get hot
and bothered and I want to have a little fun now.” he
said.
“I’ll do anything you want as long as you take me
back to the room NOW!” I was running out of patience.
“Anything?” he teased.
“Anything!” I replied.
“Okay, but I want you to do something special for
me.” he gave me an evil grin. I was to hot to notice and
just nodded my head. He started the car and headed back
to the hotel. “I want you to help me live out a fantasy.

You walk into the small room with its vaulting ceiling. The
lights dim automatically as you take your seat in the comfortable
green chair. A blond man walks across the darkened stage, and a
spotlight hits his face, casting sharp shadows across its pale lines.
He smiles at you, the sole patron of this most elegant club tonight.

“A private show?” he asks. You nod, waiting for him to
announce the act. His smile deepens, as he steps back, gesturing
grandly at the room around you. “Welcome to Wench Works! Tonight for
your entertainment and…pleasure…we have a very special
performance. Please sit back, have a drink, and enjoy the show!” Continue Reading »

She was wearing a skin tight red bodysuit when we first noticed
her. There was nothing left to the imagination with this suit -
you could see the outline of her small yet nicely shaped breasts,
and every now and then, even the nipples would show. The suit
clung to her waist and hips, and showed a pair of well formed
legs. And yet what it didn’t show was just as important – there
were no lines from any underwear of any kind – no panties, and no
bra.

We had been looking for some time for someone who would be
willing to participate in a menage a’ trois with us, and she
looked like a willing partner. She noticed us throughout the
evening looking at her, savoring her body. Even though the suit
was very revealing, we wondered what she actually looked like
under that red lycra. She was the keyboardist for the band,
saucily swinging her hips in time to the music which they were
playing. Continue Reading »

Jim walked into his classroom the first day of classes, and
promptly turned around. Everyone was a girl! He began to
think that he was in the wrong place, so he left the room – or
tried to at least. The teacher called after him, “Can I help you?”
Jim shrugged as everyone in the room looked right at
him. “I’m looking for room 306,” he said.
The teacher, a pretty TA, waved him in. “Come in,” she
said. “This is it.”
Jim walked in, and shuddered as all of those eyes
watched his every movement. As he walked up the stairs, he
made eye contact with a few of the girls who stared at him. Continue Reading »