1. Proclivities


    Date: 5/25/2016, Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    close to the bottom of my bra. I was startled and curious at the same time: in the five years we had known on another, she had never made a pass at me, and I knew that she was desperately in love with Trenton. They had been married for six years and had been college sweethearts before that. Then she uttered a sentence that would stay with me for the next year: &#034We were thinking, if you were interested, that the three of us might . get together before you left.&#034 Her voice fell nervously in thick air, but the intent was not lost on me. Granted, I was not what you might call a liberal woman, but I knew what that &#034get together&#034 meant. What was more, I stunned myself by desiring it to happen. Yet something in me didn't allow me to express that desire -- perhaps I was afraid of lesbian contact, or perhaps I didn't feel comfortable sl**ping with my best friend's husband. Whatever it was, here is what I said: &#034Suze, I can't. Thanks for asking ... I mean, it's an incredibly generous offer, and if I had time to consider it awhile, I might just take you up on it. But I don't think it's right for me just now.&#034 They were very understanding and they chose not to press the issue, though it was clear when I looked at him that Trenton was a little disappointed; his eyes grew shadowy, and he had trouble making eye contact with me. Still, I reasoned that a bad sexual encounter on my last few days in town might put an irreversible strain on our friendships. I had read ...
    an article about it in college: menages a trois are rarely equal, and jealousy is the standard development. Beware! I didn't want -- and didn't need -- that kind of stress in my life. I had enough to worry about with the move, the new job and the new life two thousand miles away from this very comfortable futon. When I went into the kitchen to retrieve the third bottle of wine -- I felt like we needed it now -- I was amazed that my reasoning was clear-headed and responsible. I mean, I was not a prude: in college, I once made love to two men on the same evening in the same bed, though at different times; but a threesome with my best friend and her husband seemed as if it could lead to more trouble than fun. None of us wanted that kind of trouble did we? Mainly, I think I was most nervous about sexual contact with Suze -- every time my mind crossed that path, I got goose flesh. Not out of disgust really. More out of curiosity: was my best friend a bisexual? I didn't know what to think about it all. I wanted instead to get d***k as possible. When I returned with the fresh bottle of dry red, Susan and Trenton were kissing playfully. I poured us each a glass and said, &#034Okay, guys, you better knock it off before you get me all hot here.&#034 At that, they looked up and smiled at me. Trenton had a hand on Susan's breast, and I could see, even in the candlelight, that he had an erection. I giggled nervously, looked away, and said, &#034It may be too late,&#034 then took a rather ...
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