The Morning after the Morning Before
Jim
“Coffee’s cold” I said. “I’ll go and make another batch”
And with that I left them to it, full in the knowledge that he was going to climb back on top of her and have yet more sex. Or maybe not! Surely, even David had an end point when exhaustion finally won the war over insatiable desire.
I love looking at porn. I adore seeing women being fucked by a big cock. I get really turned on by seeing other people fucking enthusiastically and energetically. I love fucking enthusiastically and energetically.
I’ve had the most incredibly exciting sex with one, two, three women at a time, all playfully fighting for their turn with my dick. I’ve been kissed by one, caressed by another and jumped on by the third with each taking their turn to delight me with the intricacies of each of their pussies.
I’ve been in a bedroom when other people have hidden themselves under the covers and fucked one another senseless with me feigning sleep whilst rubbing my cock to cum.
But, bizarrely, I have never been in a situation like this. I have never watched another couple enjoy one another as intimately as I did just then. I’ve never been encouraged to stand and stare at a pussy that I am not going to get inside and wank myself off in the way that I did just then.
It was fucking unbelievable. My cock is gathering rigidity at this all too near memory.
I think that I’ll just nip into the bathroom and have a shower. It seems a shame to waste such a big one.
David
“Coffee’s cold” Jim said. “I’ll go and make another batch”.
And with that he left us to it. I lay down besides Fiona, pulling the duvet over us to warm us up, as if we needed it after that excitement.
“You adorable thing”, I whispered to her as I gathered her in my arms.
And she is adorable. How many women would want that, to even imagine it let alone allow it to happen?
I had looked forward to this time together ever since we had arranged our trip up here. Too frequently she disappears into the night when the most natural thing would be to walk up the stairs and climb into bed, to sleep, together and just be.
Of course, I had thought that there were other things that were feasible but I never anticipated it. She’d told me of her desire to be watched but when it came to it, I thought she would lose her nerve and just dismiss it as an unachievable fantasy. I never actually imagined that she would do it.
Many would be appalled by this but if anything, I feel the intimacy between us has grown because of it.
Will I, in a few days, mind the fact that Jim has seen her cunt? I don’t think so. I’m just delighted that I could show him precisely why I like fucking this woman so much. What a weird feeling! What a weird thing to be able to say!
Am I worried that I have seen Jim wanking? Not really. I know he is a sexual being. Seeing him holding his cock in hand is no different to what I see on the internet. He’s just a man doing his thing. I’d be less happy if he got it out when we were looking at a porn site together. No that would be a little strange, but no – seeing him being sexual was not a problem at all, and hopefully won’t be in the future.
The future? Is this going to happen again?
Fiona
“Coffee’s cold” Jim said. “I’ll go and make another batch”.
And with that he left us to it. Not that we were going to do anything else. I think both of us were finally exhausted by the intensity of the excitement of this unusual situation.
“You special, special person” he said to me.
Am I special? Am I really? Does he secretly think I am just a dirty, nymphomaniac with my whorish behaviour just then? Has he allowed this to happen just because I have banged on and on about the desire to be watched? Maybe he is acutely embarrassed by the entire event, and just wants me to get out of the house at the earliest opportunity?
Alternatively, maybe he really does think I am a special person to have wanted this and to have gone through with it.
How did I feel? How do I feel?
I hardly looked at Jim throughout the entire sexual act. My mind was where it always is when David and I are fucking. It’s with him. It’s in him. Our togetherness, even in situations where sex is arguably recreational, is the thing that is significant for me.
Even when we had sex with Angie, it was a weird mix of the three of us and just him and me.
When he was fucking me, on that occasion, I was almost oblivious to Angie, even though she was caressing my tits in an entirely delightful way. When I was fucking her, I was conscious of pleasuring both her and him, looking up to see his utter ecstasy and delight at these two pussies rubbing together.
Similarly today, I knew Jim was having a wank, and I enjoyed watching him hold his cock as he looked in disbelief at my shower of cum erupting out of me, but it is David’s enjoyment and enthusiasm that I wanted.
What happens next though? That is my immediate worry.
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Jim shouted down the landing to tell them that the bathroom was free. Perhaps they would care to take a shower together, and he imagined him rubbing the shower gel into her tits, just as he had done with his great squirt of spunk. She’d probably hold her fingers close or within her cunt whilst he did it, enjoying the closeness as the water sprayed from above.
Mmmm, pleasant thoughts, erotic thoughts; just what one should have first thing in the morning.
He ground the coffee and placed the percolator onto the hob and sat down at the table, chin in hands in positive contemplation. He didn’t need to touch himself. He simply felt that warmth find its way around his body. It felt good.
Fiona came down first, and he stood up from the table, walked towards her and gave her a congenial hug. He thought he noticed a relief spread across her face as her shoulders relaxed and she sat down in the seat where he had been.
“David’s on his way down” she said. “Any ideas for what you would like to do today?”
Jim sat alongside her and discussed the options available. He was rightly proud of his surroundings and wanted to show them around the incredible countryside that his northern hideout had to offer. A walk into the village, followed by a trek up the mountain seemed to be in order, and Fiona agreed that this was a viable option.
David slid into the room and gathered the steaming coffee from the stove. Silently he poured three cups and sat down opposite his friend and lover, smiling and taking in the warmth and flavour of the caffeine before him.
The television silently spread the news of the day as the tickertape screeched across the screen. David commented on the hopelessness of the disaster relief efforts in Italy and went on to discuss the extent of the coverage which had been significant over the last few days. Musing over the media was something he excelled in and he was completely comfortable in getting on with life after the morning events.
“Jenny is coming over this afternoon after work” announced Jim. “She’s looking forward to seeing you both again and has even offered to cook dinner for us!”
“Well we’d better get up that mountain now” retorted David. “Boots on madam” he said as he stretched out his hand for Fiona to scoop up, and once more, they were climbing the stairs to dress more appropriately for the day’s activity.
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To call the walk exhilarating and the views breathtaking was far too much of a cliché but that is what they were. Just like good sex the ramble was both energy sapping and energy giving. The peak of the mountain was a hard scramble over quite an unsteady scree slope but it was worth it. At the top, there were more mountains in the distance and pools of pure blue tarns to be seen for miles and miles. The air was crisp and clean. So clean. The memory of Manchester was a million miles away and for a moment, nothing other than these three people silently and independently looking over their surroundings was significant.
Fiona could not contain her glee at managing the walk. She had fully anticipated having to stop half way and allow the men to wander off alone but her new boots had stood her in good fair. Although her legs ached, they were not exhausted and she looked forward to the walk back to the house.
There was chatter and laughter throughout the walk but there were also those essential moments of quietness, where each of the walkers contemplated who knows what, though one suspects that thoughts of that morning certainly cropped up in their minds.
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On returning to the house, David wandered into the study to send his article to the newspaper, which left Jim and Fiona alone once more.
“Been quite a day hasn’t it?” he said.
“Indeed it has” she smiled back at him.
“And how do you now feel about what happened this morning? Has the walk cleared your mind? Are you embarrassed or worried about me seeing you like that?” he asked.
Fiona took a while to answer, not because there was any concern or angst in her mind but she wanted to try and get the words out effectively and properly.
“I’m not embarrassed at all” she said “And I would only be embarrassed if either you or David now felt uncomfortable”.
“Not in the slightest” he responded. “I can’t speak for David but I am confident that he feels the same. All I can think about regarding this morning is positive. It was extremely horny to watch you fucking. I was hugely turned on and I cannot think of any reason at all why I would be remotely embarrassed or ashamed at what happened”.
“Good” she said, “I’m glad. After all, a cunt is a cunt on one level. Just because you have seen mine doesn’t mean that you have to treat me any differently than when you hadn’t seen it. You knew it was there. David, I assume, has told you plenty about my sexuality. Covering it up under a pair of jeans does not take away its sexual importance”.
“It’s strange though how something so vital can be seen on such different levels. To me, my pussy is so important, as it should be. And on one level, my sexuality is so important that it should be reserved purely for those with whom I am intimate. Yet, on another level, we shouldn’t continue hiding our sexuality all of the time. I am not suggesting that we go around revealing all to everyone but it really shouldn’t be a problem should it, that you have seen my pussy and seen my sexuality?”
“No, it shouldn’t be a problem at all, and just because I have seen your cunt, doesn’t mean that I want to dive into it; not that it is not attractive to me!”
“I know what you mean. Just because I have seen your cock does not make me want to demand to see more. If we sat here now in the altogether, it wouldn’t be a problem; well not for me anyway. In fact, if you wanted to sit and wank right now with a porn magazine in hand, it wouldn’t be an issue. I think it rather special that two people who are totally platonic could actually do that?”
The conversation continued.
“So if I just pulled my knickers down now just to reveal my pussy, would that be a problem?”
Jim contemplated this and finally agreed that it would be fine though he would probably get another stiffy at the thought and may have to pull his cock out for a rub. Even if Fiona just had her tits out, then dependant on his mood, he might be aroused by this.
That was the way of the world. Sexuality was an integral part of it and he agreed that one should not deny sexual feelings even if it is deemed inappropriate by others.
“What I am trying to say” continued Fiona “is that although I have seen your erect cock, and although you have seen my moist cunt, it doesn’t mean we have some sort of sexual obligation to one another. I can be excited by your sexuality without having to or wanting to have sex with you. I can be thoroughly excited by looking at your cock without wanting it inside me. I really like the idea of having a platonic sexual friend!”
“And what if it continued into penetrative sex?” he asked.
“Que sera sera!” she laughed. “The real value of wonderful sex is the intimacy and the attraction with another person but that does not preclude sex in other situations. You and I are not attracted to one another, not in the conventional way, whatever that is, but we could still logistically enjoy sex with one another without any complication of emotional attachment. That is just an acknowledgement of one another as sexual beings”.
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David wandered into the room at the end of the conversation and politely requested a summary of their talk.
“Well just because you have seen her cunt doesn’t give you an open invitation!” he said.
Jim recognised that this was a jocular warning and assured him that everything was fine, though a good dose of voyeurism tomorrow morning would be perfectly acceptable if they so felt like offering it.
“And what of Jenny?” asked David.
“Are you going to tell her what has happened?”
“No, I’m not” replied Jim. “Not because she couldn’t cope with it. Not that at all. I just think that is best left between the three of us if you don’t mind. However, I am not ruling out the possibility of something happening in the future whereby…… well, let’s put it like this. I am not expecting her to drop her panties in sexual comradeship as soon as she walks through the door, but she is a sexy woman and who knows what she may do or feel or want in the future.”
As if on cue, Jenny called into the room, announcing her arrival.
Laden with bags, she hauled herself into the kitchen and kissed all gathered with an informal greeting.
She poured herself a drink from the awaiting bottle of wine and started preparing the meal with consummate ease and effectiveness.
“I’m really looking forward to this evening” she said. “I’ve been unusually excited about it all day”, she laughed joyfully.
The others did not break their silence and did not look at one another in a knowing and slightly uncomfortable way. Like the morning before, the evening would bring its own joys and not knowing what they were was perfectly normal…………………..
To be continued…..
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