Our First Time: Anthology of a Menage

by Jennifer O'Donnell

  "Men," she began sharply, "a bit of reciprocation might be in order here." They gazed at her face and then at one another as though puzzled. Jen saw this, "You could probably flick your tongues on ME!" She moved back a bit against the sofa and opened her thighs all the way. "Munch," she demanded.

  Mike told Steve to go down on her, and he did so without hesitating. He shoved his face between her thighs and started to slide his tongue up and down, never actually penetrating her. His fingers played around on her legs, while he sucked on her lips with abandon, careful not to touch her clit, wanting her to build excitement. Too sudden a visit to the ‘small guy’ might have sent her over the edge before they could fully experience her.

  Mike knew what Steve was up to and encouraged him. He went over and started to massage Jen's breasts cautiously and softly, pinching her nipples just the way she liked it and giving her kisses on the neck. Jen was starting to groan… loudly. That’s when Mike signaled Steve to exchange positions. Steve did so reluctantly, but the reluctance disappeared as he became fascinated by her boobs.

  Mike grabbed his towel and wiped Steve's spit off Jen’s lips (Mike suffered from OCD), then slid his tongue downward and into Jen's juicy glory hole. Steve, on the other hand didn’t mind Mike’s spittle, sat down and sucked Jen’s boobies for everything he was worth. That is when Mike got busy. He stood up, placed himself right in front of Jen's stretched out hole and pushed himself inside with a thrust that made her buckle, and Steve jump. Steve looked down at Mike's hips while they moved back and forth between Jen’s amazing thighs. Jen saw that Steve’s eyes were half mast and spoke up, "Allow me to end you, Steve, because Mike’s going to be there for a while."

  Steve didn’t need to be asked twice. He kneeled on the sofa, placing himself before Jen’s exceptional mouth. She brought him inside and started to blow and bob. While doing so she became a little disoriented as to what Mike was doing. Steve’s penis was right in front of her, his legs straddling over her shoulder. She reached upward and held onto his butt, and pushed him further into her mouth, almost to the point of choking---although she didn’t get into the choking stuff. She wanted to get Steve off of her so she could focus on what Mike was up to with HIS dick.

  Steve started to get tense; Jen shoved him backwards a little and pumped him 'till his cum dropped on her torso. Jen had the rule of avoiding cum inside of her mouth (although every once in a while Mike let it go down her throat and it was OK, although…). Besides, Steve was NOT Mike; she chose what she felt was the best course of action. When she had milked him completely dry, she started to buck wildly. Steve found himself with Mike's hands against his shoulders. "SHIT!" His brain reeled, "Is he coming onto me?" Then, he noticed Mike only needed to brace himself as he came and WOAH---DID HE EVER COME!

  Steve wasn’t able to move around, and Jen was underneath him bucking like a rodeo mustang. Mike was holding in position as he thrust his dick back into Jen. Steve was having a good time, too and attempted to coax his cock back to life again, although it was a fruitless effort. Mike finally ended, and Steve fell on the sofa right next to Jen. Mike stood up, grabbed his towel, and cleaned himself. Then he cleaned up Jen's tits, being cautious not to touch any cum as he did so.

  The telephone rang. Jen gestured for Mike to pick it up, letting him know that she couldn’t stand up. It was Adelaide "Please tell me Steve is at your house. He took off on foot about an hour ago after an argument, and I’m so freaked out, this is the fourth call I’ve made.” “It’s OK, he’s over here,” Mike replied, attempting to sound normal. "Like, at first I didn’t call anybody, being hard headed. Then I noticed how much time had passed, so I finally began calling everyone… hold up, he's actually there?" She asked him.

  "Yeah, he came over, we’ve had some beers, you know, hanging out.” Adelaide screeched into the telephone, "YOU GO SAY TO THAT SON OF A GUN THAT IF HE DOESN’T GET BACK HERE NOW, I’LL CRACK HIS FUCKING NECK.”

  "OK, I’ll let him know." Then turning toward Steve, he feigned a different message, "She says that she adores you and to please come home so she can please you and make you feel good."

  Steve started to crack up wildly, but made it clear that he hoped Adelaide hadn’t heard Mike’s clowning."FUCK, I hope she does NOT want to do any fooling around. I don’t know how I’d explain why I can’t stand up.”Mike had finished the conversation by assuring Adelaide that Steve was on his way home. Steve stood up, wiped himself, put on his clothes, thanked his hosts, and left.

  Jen smiled, "So, I assume we got in out make out session after all? “Well, you wanted to spice it up, right? This worked out pretty good," responded Mike. Then he went over to Jen and grabbed her, they were still both nude. Jen continued, "I must tell you, my very first threesome was quite stimulating. I really hope Steve is OK."Mike sighed, and replied, "Believe me, he felt AWESOME!”

  Over the course of their long relationship, they had experienced sex that Jen knew she would never forget, but this was completely different---and as Mike led her to their bedroom on that cold, cold winter night, she knew they would not soon forget the excitement of this steamy, unexpected winter interlude.

  Chapter 6

  A Special Kind of Love---Not Just Another Menage

  By Erica Aldridge

  Shortly after my ninteenth birthday, I met a wonderful man with whom I thought I might spend the rest of my life. Austin was my first long-time relationship after high school, and the kind of man with whom you would want to spend the entire weekend, before the dreaded return to the dorm for another week of studies. He towered over me by almost a foot, and was fit, with the ‘V’ shaped body of a swimmer. His hair was sun bleached as it was during childhood; he was raised along the shores of the ocean, and spent much time on the beach. His eyes were slate blue, framed with thick lashes which enhanced every emotion that passed across his face. He looked at me and I would melt, especially when he gave me his ‘fuck me’ look, and the erotic games began. He was intelligent, always wanting to learn and experiment with life. I was sure he would become a successful architect one day, as he had his goals and priorities in order. With Austin, I felt secure, loved and wanted--- not only for the extraordinary sex--- but as a partner in all of life's pleasures.

  We spent countless hours walking around the campus, having torrid little encounters in the park, where trees became permanent fixtures for all types of titillating fun. There were those times behind the Architecture building, and the erotic nude yoga class we took together. In the restaurants we would play with each other under the tables. We even got it on in the staff break room, if you can imagine that. I remember that day as though it were yesterday, and it still makes me wet when I think about it.

  Once we posed for an erotic photo art class, and afterwards had steaming-hot sex with the instructor and his girlfriend. Austin and I had quite a few ménage encounters, and I learned a lot about how to please a man, and be fulfilled as well. Those encounters were fabulous; they still creep back into my mind every time I see erotic photographs. We took advantage of every school break and usually headed down the coast, rented a small cruiser, and lived on seafood and sex for weeks at a time.

  I miss those college days of sexual freedom, and often wanted to repeat the excitement of the past, but now with my husband Eric. Eric and I met a few months before Austin moved away. For Austin, it was a career choice, and I had not yet graduated. We kept in touch for a long time, and I still sometimes visited on breaks. Eric was in my Structures class, and he knew all about Austin. He had found out one day by accident, when he took the staircase instead of the elevator. Austin was kneeling in front of me and had draped my leg down around his shoulder, and we had just finished a great round of oral sex and an explosive orgasm. I was still trying to compose myself, when we looked up and saw Eric. I felt terrible for him, but at the same time it felt great to be with my lover. I had no clue to what my future held at that moment.

  Only weeks from that day, Austin told me he was moving, and wanted me to
transfer down with him. This left me with a life-altering choice. I decided to stay in New York, and in the following year, left Austin to be with Eric. He had patiently stood by me during the breakup, became my best friend, and someone that I trusted with my utmost secrets---even about my sex life. He often heard about how much I loved and missed Austin, and the details of our relationship. Sometimes, I suppose my vivid explanations incited jealously, so I would stop the subject of the discussion, at least until my next emotional breakdown. At other times he seemed curious, asking leading questions, wanting to hear more about our escapades. Once I caught him smiling and when I asked him about it, he said he was open to it. I wasn’t sure how to read this comment, so rather than make a mistake, I didn’t push the topic. Even so, I think perhaps I should have.

  At the beginning of the breakup, Eric was my patient guardian for a while. I wasn't eating, sleeping or worse, making the credits I needed to pass my junior year. He tutored me through life so to speak. Then a sudden death within his family, caused a role reversal, and I became his rock. We leaned on each other throughout our last two years, graduated together and went on to build our careers, and lives together. It seemed to be the right thing to do. We had a big wedding with four happy parents, numerous siblings; all ready to welcome a niece or nephew, and in their minds our lives were planned out on the steps of the altar. So what was missing?

  One day, I decided to spice things up and try out some new and erotically “naughty” lingerie, as Austin had always called it. He used that phrase when he was trying to entice me to play dress-up with him. It was always such a turn on; I knew it just had to work for Eric. After all, we had only been married for a few years, and he certainly wasn't dead in bed by a long-shot. It was time to rekindle the fires, or set the bed to flames and give up trying. So, I did what any woman would do, I went shopping.

  I was taken aback to see so many men in the lingerie shop, and pleased to see one of them turned out to be a handsome model. He was wearing only a brightly colored, tropical print shirt that fell open, and barely covered the briefs he had underneath it. He had his swimsuit hooked on his finger and slung over his shoulder. He smiled at me with obviously veneered teeth, and asked if I had a special man in my life that needed a new ensemble. At first, I thought this peculiar, but on my second thought---why not? Eric desperately needed a new swimsuit, and the briefs' sort of turned me on as I looked him over again.

  After directing him to put aside the set in Eric’s size, I was approached by an attractive, seductive female clerk. She offered to produce a matching suit in my size. The scent of her powerful perfume preceded her and wafted through the atmosphere, enticing my senses. I asked her the name of the scent, and purchased a bottle for my anticipated special night. I also took the suit, and asked her to show me to the sexiest lingerie they carried in the store. She produced a sheer tulle, and eyelash lace short teddy available in multiple colors. She suggested black for a more irresistibly sensual, if that was my objective. She contrasted this with the same outfit in white suggesting that it might be more appropriate if I was going for a virginal look. Then she showed me how to make an even more erotic impact with a satin set of crotch less panties and naked breast bra. My inspiration soared as I thought about how to use the entire set to my advantage, right down to the satin tie string. I got it in black and white, and proceeded home with my bag of treasures.

  Once I got home, I hit my voice mail button, and put the phone on speaker. I poured a glass of wine, unpacked our new clothes and put them into the steamer. Then I plopped on the sofa, and listened to the messages. There was a hang up at 1:30, a breather at 2:00, and another hang up at 4:00. I called Eric to check if he would be home on time, and whether or not he had called home. He confirmed he had not, and told me he would have tried my cell phone if had had needed to reach me. Then I mentioned that I had a surprise waiting for him at home, and in turn, he said he had one for me as well. He wouldn’t tell me what it was, but let me know that he thought I would love it!

  Our favorite sex toys were stored and prepared in the nightstand drawer, sandalwood candles were all set alight and CDs of erotic music ready to play at the push of a button. Then I decked out the bed with satin indigo sheets, and sprayed them with a hint of Ylang-ylang essential oil. I had read that it was traditional as an aphrodisiac, and a big turn on…so what the hell, I thought we might has well give it a try.

  I drew my bath, added a few extra drops of Ylang-ylang oil, and poured another glass of wine. I wanted to be good and loose for the evening at hand, and took the initiative in a big way... My choice had been the black, and it was placed on the bed. Then I stepped into my bath, and relaxed to a point where I fell asleep. At first, I thought I was having a dream. My clit was being massaged, and coerced into an orgasm. I opened my legs, and a finger slowly penetrated my pussy. I didn’t open my eyes … just imagined it was the first time I was being fucked in a tub with oils. Austin had put his fingers in both my holes on that first occasion, and it had been my initiation to anything anal. I loved it, and had always wanted Eric to do me like that, but was afraid to ask him.

  I begged to be touched there, and to my surprise, there was no hesitation. I opened my eyes. It was Eric. He massaged my asshole keeping in rhythm with his finger inside my pussy. Slowly, he urged his finger inside me, inching ever so gently into both my canals. It instantly threw me into a head spinning orgasm; none like I had felt for years. Then Eric asked if he could take me to bed and fuck me? How could I refuse? As he lifted me, I heard the plug open on the drain, and he carried my soaking wet to the bed. He laid me on my back and kissed my lips with the burning passion that I knew he deeply held for me. He slid himself into my pussy and pumped me with slow, deep, loving strokes, and then increased speed until I had another orgasm. Then, he reached over to the drawer, took out the oil and dildo, and asked me if he could fuck me like Austin used to do. I didn’t know where that came from, but I wasn’t going to stop the process, not now.

  He was still pumping my pussy, and began to massage my asshole with the oiled up dildo. He stuck it in me like an old pro, which brought more questions to my mind. However, I wanted this, and needed it from Eric. He massaged around and around my hole until it gently slid in just an inch…then another, and another, until he was pumping both my crevices as far as they could be taken. We exploded into our orgasm simultaneously.

  When all was said and done we promised each other we would do this again, and take even more time playing together. I asked him why he brought up Austin. He answered me with a question. Did it feel good? I assured him that it did, and he told me to go to sleep---that there was plenty of time to talk in the morning. We both had a busy day ahead of us, and he concluded by saying that his forthcoming surprise for me would be the best one ever.

  Morning came too quickly. I felt tired, lazy, really from the energy I had expended, plus a bit sore. After all, it had been four years since I had been touched there in a sexual way. My pussy jerked with a twinge simply thinking about it, and I knew already that I had to have more.

  By the time Eric had made his way down to the kitchen, I had poured the freshly brewed coffee, and the eggs and toast were ready. He stood behind me, pulled me snuggly against him and asked me if I was a happy wife. I certainly was, and I let him know just how happy when I turned around and kissed him with the same passion, he had shown me the night before.

  He took me by the hand, sat me at the table, and served our food. I was going to ask him about the surprise he had promised, but reconsidered, thinking that it may have already been bequeathed the night before. I kept my thoughts to myself. Just as I had made up my mind to keep silent on the subject, Eric asked me if I was curious about my surprise. Of course, I was terribly curious, but smiled broadly and told him that I thought it may have been our time together the night before that had been the surprise. He became cryptic, assuring me that I was wrong, but in a way, partly right.

  Then he began to talk about a new client he
had signed up by the name of Austin Blakely. He told me how he reminded him of our college days, and the spirit of sexual freedom, and he wanted to try some of the things with me, that I had revealed to him that I used to do with my boyfriend, Austin. I was getting ready to tell him my boyfriend, Austin’s had the last of Turner, not Blakely, but on second thought this seemed unimportant. There are too many Austin’s in the world to even imagine that it was the same person.

  Then I asked him about the surprise. If our wonderful adventure the previous night wasn’t my surprise, what could possibly be better? He reached over and took my hand, saying that to go forward, the surprise would have to meet with my approval. It involved travel which could take us away from home for at least two weeks and perhaps a month. We had never traveled from home for that length of time, mostly due to Eric’s work schedule. What could be so important that we needed to be away for that long? I was surprised! Was this trip for business or pleasure? I was about to ask when Eric's phone rang. As he picked up the phone, he refilled our coffee cups. I could only hear his end of the conversation, basically that he still had to get my approval, but that he was all for it.

  He flipped the phone closed and came back to sit with me. I must have had that “tell me NOW” look on my face because his expression changed completely. He looked timid and uncertain, and seemed to have reverted to the “employee” side of his personality---the person who succumbs rather than leads. It had taken me four years to realize that I liked Eric the leader better, and I intended to keep him that way. I had set out on a quest to make my husband the man that I knew he could be, the man I wanted him to be, the one he had inside of himself all along.