Two Sets Of Lovers

April 2, 2008 – 2:00 pm in Couples

There is a special love you feel for a first lover, a
deep longing that never quite fades even as you grow
apart. Thus I clung to Mary.

She was a striking brunette, tall and exquisitely
shaped, with long legs that stretched forever, large
eyes that could melt any man. In bed her beauty and
softness drove me wild; at those moments I wanted her
in every way imaginable, though she seemed too refined
to consider anything beyond straight intercourse. And
she enjoyed our lovemaking, in a way that was tender
rather than reckless.

Now that careers had taken us to different northeastern
cities, we had settled into a weekend relationship. As
the months passed, the distance weighed heavily, and
the fires began to cool — just a bit, not something we
noticed or spoke about, but we sensed it.

Although we agreed we would not share our separate beds
with others, I found my head turned when I met Fiona.
She was a more petite woman than Mary, with slender
shoulders, small breasts, and a narrow waist that
widened into broad hips. I was taken with the delicacy
of her hands and her very round bottom. She cut her
hair very short, yet I was stirred by her sheer
femininity; this was a woman I wanted to possess, body
and soul.

Fiona and I hit it off instantly when we met in the
office and soon began to spend time together after
hours. No doubt a romance would have bloomed had I been
a free agent. But I had explained my involvement with
Mary to her and we did not pursue the sexual attraction
beyond hauntingly sweet goodnight kisses at the door of
her apartment.

Mary evidently felt the same desires to explore other
relationships. She laughingly told me about Bruce, a
tall-dark-and-handsome type (I’m of average stature)
who fancied himself a ladies’ man and made no secret of
the fact that he wanted my lady.

I sensed that she was not just flattered by his
attentions, but also very intrigued by him. And he was
certainly persistent. As time went on, she seemed to
accept a few more of his dinner and movie invitations.
But she assured me she hadn’t fallen for him, and asked
me if I didn’t know some nice girl with whom she might
fix him up.

Well, I felt guilty about stringing Fiona along, so it
seemed a perfect chance to set her up with another guy.
For a couple of years Mary and I had rented a beach
house on Cape Cod for a late September romantic
weekend. We had planned to do it again, more out of
habit than enthusiasm, and the date was fast
approaching. Since the place had several bedrooms, I
suggested to Mary that she bring Bruce along for Fiona,
an idea she promptly accepted.

When I told Fiona she seemed rather lukewarm about the
whole thing. But I made it clear I wasn’t planning to
abandon her to a stranger for the weekend and she
agreed to be a good sport and come with us. So on the
chosen date we drove in my car to the Cape, while Mary
and Bruce set out to meet us there.

We arrived first, unloaded our luggage, and strolled
down to the beach. It was an Indian summer afternoon,
perfect for wandering through the empty dunes. Caught
up in the romantic setting, Fiona and I walked hand-in-
hand, her sensual fingers teasing my palm.

After an hour, scarcely having spoken, we returned to
the house. Mary and Bruce had arrived, and I immediately
felt a surge of jealousy. She was incredibly sexy,
dressed to be undressed in tight white short-shorts and
a clingy light blue t-shirt. And Bruce always seemed to
be touching her, resting his hand affectionately on her
ass, rubbing her back.

Neither he nor Fiona appeared much interested in each
other. I started to have the strange sensation that
there were indeed two couples in the house, but not the
two I had planned.

The four of us began to fix dinner together and a wine
soon loosened us up. At one point Mary and I found
ourselves alone in the kitchen. “Bruce doesn’t seem to
be getting the idea,” I said. “He can’t seem to keep
his hands off you.”

She smiled coolly at me. “Well, if you don’t like it,
you might try putting up a fight for me. Unless you’re
really more interested in Fiona — which you seem to
be.” She walked back to the dining table, wiggling her
buns at me, playing the role of tease to the hilt.

When we sat down for the meal, the battle lines were
drawn. Mary and Fiona put themselves on opposite sides
of the table. Bruce was quicker than I and chose the
seat next to Mary. For a moment there was an awkward
silence, then I put my plate down next to Fiona’s.

As we started eating, Bruce very obviously placed his
hand on Mary’s exposed thigh and began to stroke it
gently. She caught her breath and stiffened at his
brazen gesture. But rather than remove his hand, she
rested her own upon it, all the while staring directly
into my eyes to see whether I would respond to the
challenge. I said nothing.

After we had finished dinner, Mary announced, “I feel
like dancing.” Bruce put some rock music on the stereo.
I was sitting next to Fiona on the couch, and Mary came
over to me, held out her hand, and said, “Come on,
darling, dance with me.”

But I was still steaming about the dinner scene. “I
don’t feel like it right now, thanks. Maybe Bruce does.”
As they bounced around the floor together, I put my arm
around Fiona’s shoulder, and held her close to me. She
responded by cuddling up to my side.

Meanwhile Mary and Bruce began a provocative bump and
grind, Bruce’s hands roaming up and down her body, Mary
responding by rubbing her ass in his crotch. His
erection stood out clearly through his jeans. I
whispered in Fiona’s ear, “Let’s go out on the porch.”

Outside it was one of those remarkably clear nights,
the kind you never see in a city. It felt very natural
to be there with Fiona. We could hear the music through
the open window. I called inside for them to put on
something slow and quiet. Fiona and I put our arms
around each other and began to sway to the music.

“I’m with the man I want to be with,” she sighed. Never
had she seemed so lovely and delicate. Our lips met,
lightly at first, then with increasing heat, and
finally our tongues began to caress as the long-
suppressed passion erupted.

I sensed we were being watched. When I broke our kiss,
I saw Mary standing there, one hand on her hip, staring
intently at us. Without a word she turned on her heel
and went inside. Fiona spoke first. “I’m sorry. I think
I’ve made things complicated for you.”

“Don’t worry,” I replied. “This seems right.” I let my
hands trace the curve of her slender waist and broad
behind. “This is something I’ve wanted for a long
time.”

I licked and nibbled her neck, and she tossed her head
back and murmured as my mouth explored her smooth
flesh. Again we kissed, now fiercely, all restraints
gone, our tongues locking and dueling. It seemed to go
on forever. Finally she drew back and gazed longingly
into my eyes. “Let’s make love.”

The living room was empty when we returned. Upstairs we
went. The first bedroom door was ajar, the light on. So
I swung the door open.

My jaw fell as we discovered the bed already occupied
by Mary and Bruce, both naked. Bruce lay on his back and
Mary was eagerly sucking his hard cock, urged on by his
hands. She licked his thick shaft, then placed her lips
over the tip, drawing him in.

He was so busy watching her, grunting his approval, and
she was so caught up in trying to get more and more of
him into her mouth that for a minute or two they did
not notice our presence. Then Mary looked up, her eyes
glazed, and it seemed to take a minute for it to
register that she had an audience.

Though I had always known her to be shy about sex, she
didn’t so much as blush. Instead she smiled and rubbed
his cock wantonly along her cheek, his pre-cum
glistening on her soft lips. “I’m sorry, but this
room’s taken for the evening,” she said in a husky
voice. “Would you excuse us, please?”

I was momentarily unnerved, but Fiona never lost her
poise. Pulling the door partly closed again, she placed
her hand on the bulge in my pants. “I caused this
problem, not her. So let me take care of it.”

With that she led me to the other bedroom, where we
resumed our kissing while removing each other’s
clothes. I finally got to enjoy that silky flesh that I
had only cautiously caressed before.

When I am in bed with a woman, my senses are remarkably
sharpened. I notice details that I otherwise never see.
Now, as Fiona lay beneath me, I became aware of certain
things. How her nipples stood out, large and taut, when
she was aroused….the sharp contrast between the black
leather of her thin watchband and her suntanned
wrist….the heat that radiated from her thighs, which
were heavier than Mary’s but so firm.

More than anything else, though, it was the texture of
her skin that enchanted me. It was incredibly smooth
and soft, quite unlike that of any other woman I had
ever touched.

I kissed my way down Fiona’s body until I reached her
cunt. With my tongue I gently parted her lips, teasing
but never touching her clit. She moaned softly, her
eyes closed, letting me take control. I licked the
inside of her thighs, savoring the flesh, and then
resumed my intimate investigations.

I inserted one finger in her vagina, moving it slowly
in and out, and resumed the tongue bath around her
clit. She tasted sweet-pungent; I wanted more. I worked
two, then three moistened fingers into her and began
moving my hand in and out.

Fiona caught the rhythm with her hips. As she murmured
soft endearments, I finally covered her hard little
clit with my lips and tongued it rapidly. She pulled my
face hard against her, called out “yes, just like that,
just like that,” stiffened abruptly, then soared
soundlessly into the release of a rippling orgasm. Her
entire body quaked with her release.

Pausing briefly to regain her senses, Fiona guided my
cock into her well-lubricated cunt. Our tongues mixed
again. “I like the way I taste on you,” she giggled. I
picked up the pace, my cock reaching deep inside her.

Suddenly I felt the desire to taste every inch of her,
and I began to kiss and bite her neck, her shoulders,
her pointed nipples. She kneaded my abdomen with her
thin fingers. Their touch was electric, strong and
knowing, and I began to buck hard, trying to go even
deeper, deeper than she had ever felt.

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders so I could nuzzle
the inside of her calves. Fiona began to breath faster,
her skin flushed. “I’m so close again,” she gasped,
surprised by her own passion. This time she gave out a
loud cry as she went over the edge. Moments later, with
a great sigh, I emptied myself into her, endless waves
spilling forth.

We lay there exhausted, hearts pounding, our bodies
drenched with sweat and each others’ juices. “Why did
we wait so long?” I murmured. She only smiled. Soon she
drifted off to sleep.

But I was too restless. And then my mind began to
wander and my curiosity got the better of me. I slipped
quietly from the bed, donned a pair of sweatpants, and
padded barefoot down the hall to see what the other
lovers were up to.

The groans and heavy panting told me that Bruce and Mary
were still at it. I peered through the partly-open door
and found Bruce on top, fucking Mary hard, thrusting
deeply in and out. She had her legs wrapped around his
back, obviously lost in the pleasure of her ride with
this new stallion.

Once again my eye was caught by the details — the
beads of sweat on his brow, the graceful curve of her
tight behind, the light glinting off her pretty silver
watch, a gift from me, as she grabbed his muscular
forearms and biceps.

Bruce looked up and saw me in the doorway. He smiled
triumphantly and continued to plunge himself in to the
hilt. For a moment he paused and whispered something
into Mary’s ear.

She opened her eyes and turned to me, and a knowing,
wicked grin spread across her face. Then she gazed into
Bruce’s eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew
his mouth to hers for a long, lingering soul kiss.

They seemed instantly to forget my presence. Bruce
resumed his deep fucking motion, Mary reached around to
gently stroke and tease his balls, and in a few moments
he erupted and filled her with his come.

I went back to the other bedroom, my knees weak and my
cock rigid. Part of me was hurt and insanely jealous,
part was incredibly turned on by the performance I had
just witnessed. I slipped into bed next to Fiona,
roused her with passionate kisses on her neck and
shoulders, and made love once more, the image of Bruce
atop Mary fixed in my mind.

Fiona and I awoke the next morning and decided to head
into town for the day. Mary and Bruce had not stirred
before we left, so we wrote a note to tell them we
expected to be back for dinner.

We spent the day shopping and came back to the beach in
the early afternoon. After an hour of petting and
necking in the dunes, we were eager to resume our
loveplay, so we headed back to the house. Along the way
Fiona stopped to gather some wildflowers; I went on
ahead to pour us some wine.

As I stepped onto the porch, I discovered that Mary and
Bruce had certainly not expected us to return so soon. I
spied them through the window, on the living room
floor; they were quite unaware of my presence.

Although I should have been beyond surprises by now,
what I saw still startled me. Mary was wearing black
stockings and a garter belt, black heels, and a black
choker around her neck. An open gift-wrapped box was on
the couch, so this outfit must have been a present from
Bruce. She lay on her stomach, and Bruce lay behind her
with his tongue buried between her cheeks, rimming her
virgin ass vigorously.

Was this the same woman I had loved? Never had she
expressed the slightest interest in such delicious
perversions.

Bruce paused to squeeze some lube onto his fingers. He
gently inserted one finger into her anus, then a
second. As I stood silent and motionless outside, he
guided her to her knees and placed the tip of his
mammoth cock against her puckered pink hole. She rested
her head on her crossed arms, her face pressed against
the silver watch, eyes closed. Never had she looked
more beautiful.

As Bruce entered slowly from behind, she grimaced and
bit her lip to keep from crying. Her hands clenched the
fringe of the rug. “Do you want me to stop?” I heard
him ask. She just shook her head, and in a moment a
wide smile spread across her face. Inch by inch he

eased into her, letting her adjust to the fullness.

Suddenly I realized that Fiona was standing beside me.
She took in the scene, put her arm around me, and
kissed me deeply. She knew that I needed to watch them,
so we would do it together.

When Mary was ready, Bruce began to slide his cock from
her ass and ease it back in, just an inch or two at
first, and then full thrusts. She lifted herself on all
fours and turned her head to him; he leaned forward and
their tongues met in an incredibly hot and passionate
kiss.

“They look so good together,” Fiona whispered in my
ear. “Their bodies are perfectly matched.” I could only
nod my assent.

Mary reached beneath her to fondle Bruce’s balls, which
made him plunge in faster and harder. I thought he
would split her apart.

But it just increased her excitement. She groaned with
ecstasy at each assault, too far gone to notice pain.
She was clearly delighted to be taken this way, to give
her man such intimate satisfaction.

And Bruce reciprocated by reaching around to stroke her
clit. In seconds she had cried out her climax. Her arms
collapsed and she lay there motionless with her lovely
rump in the air, Bruce buried deep inside her.

It took a minute for Mary to regain her wits. Then she
wiggled her ass to signal him to continue. He began to
fuck her rear passage again, taking his own pleasure
this time in long, slow thrusts. She grunted a
contented “Ah!” with each penetration. Barely a minute
later Bruce roared out and emptied his manhood into her
bowels.

I was incredibly turned on by what we had witnessed,
and so was Fiona. She turned to me and began kissing me
and stroking my stiff cock through my pants. “Would you
like to do that to me?” she asked softly, her voice
tense with expectation.

I grabbed her hand and led her into the house. Mary and
Bruce looked up, suddenly aware they were not alone.
“Great show,” I called out as we raced upstairs,
laughing at their startled expressions. In an instant
we were in the bedroom and out of our clothes.

I positioned Fiona on her belly and began to massage
the voluptuous cheeks of her ass. They were plumper
than Mary’s, but I found them just as beautiful when I
cupped them in my hands. And then I began to probe the
unknown with my tongue, licking around her rose-colored
anus. Fiona writhed and squirmed. Soon I was tasting
her rear opening, thrilled to be crossing this last
barrier that divided our souls.

When her rapid breathing told me she was ready, I
coated my erection with some lubricating gel she had
brought and guided her to her hands and knees. I rubbed
my cock up and down her crack until the heat drove us
both insane with lust. Fiona reached behind to direct
the tip into her little butthole; I applied a steady
pressure, thought for a moment I would never fit, and
then my cockhead slipped in.

“It feels so big and hard,” she murmured. “Let me have
more, honey, but very carefully.” I entered as slowly
as I could. The sensation was extraordinary, the grip
of her sphincter swelling me to new lengths.

As Fiona grew used to this new intrusion, her ass
muscles relaxed, and I slid more easily until my hips
rested flush against her broad rump. I began to move in
and out.

Fiona looked over her shoulder and our tongues met.
“Did you like watching what Bruce did to Mary?” she
asked, knowing we were replaying their scene. I thrust
more vigorously at the recollection.

Fiona liked the effect her words had on me, so she
spoke again. “She must really like him. For a woman to
do that, to give herself like that to a guy, she has to
be especially turned on to him.” Now I was bucking in
and out.

A look of deep pleasure came upon Fiona’s face. By
giving me this gift of herself, she had me, just as
Mary had Bruce. The switch was complete. I felt the
orgasm welling up within, and then it surged forth in
great gushing waves, filling Fiona with my love.

When we came down stairs an hour or so later, we found
Mary and Bruce packed and ready to leave. Mary spoke
first, to me. “I really think I should be with Bruce
now. I hope you understand — we had just outgrown each
other.” And then she hugged Fiona.

Fiona smiled warmly at her former rival, and said
simply, “I think we both got what we wanted this
weekend.” They both laughed. And then Bruce and Mary
drove off, and Fiona and I were left with the surf, the
empty beach, and each other.