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The Summer Romance, Part II (mf, mfmf)

She would discreetly come into my office, pretending to have a tech question, and would leave a note that read, "come to my apartment in 20 minutes." Next thing you know she'd greet me at the door of her apartment wearing nothing but a sheer babydoll and heels.

She would leave the curtains open in her bedroom at night, such that the next door apartment would get a clear view of us as we fucked. Yes, I caught someone watching us at least a couple of times.

When we'd go out she looked like a streetwalker (barely there skirts, tons of cleavage, heels), and the eyes would be on us, walking hand in hand, as she was visibly swinging her hips, her 40Ds bouncing to the rhythm of her strutting. Like I said, I like slutty women, in particular those who embrace this side of themselves.

During a routine trip to the video store, she asked what was behind the curtain, and I pretended that I didn't know it was the porn section. We ended up renting pornographic VHS tapes, with the subject matter of lesbianism, threesomes, and partner swapping. To my surprise, Kelly *loved* watching porn, and actually ended up using portions of the movies as tutorials. Porn really upped her head game, and before long she was giving me great blow jobs.

We would have car dates or would fuck in alleys or behind public buildings. She was quite the exhibitionist and it was thrilling. It was *all* thrilling.

The talk in the bedroom kept getting naughtier and naughtier.

She was easily the most sexually open woman that I'd been with up to that point, but there was a catch. I had also fallen for her. I wanted us to keep the intensity and variety of our sex life, but I also wanted her to be a mother and wife.

And then the dream happened. We fucked for the third time that night then we fell asleep. In my dream, the sex was a lot like some of the experiences we'd shared between the two of us, but it wasn't me fucking her. It was someone else, as I sat in the corner watching everything unfold. I was 25 years old, had just had sex three times that night, and I had a wet dream. Unbelievable.

Now, I don't put a lot of stake in my dreams. Most of them are about being able to fly or of running away from danger or of finding mystery rooms in a house or of winning the lottery. This dream, however, seemed entirely plausible, and I couldn't get it out of my head. I wasn't going to bring it up, well, until an opportunity presented itself. Two things happened that changed the course of our summer romance.

First, Kelly disclosed that she never had an orgasm. She would always be super open after our sex, beginning each profound statement with, "I don't know why I'm asking/telling you this, but..." Then she'd tell me something really personal about herself. I thoroughly enjoyed those moments. Admittedly, I was gobsmacked when she told me that she'd never cum before. I raised my eyebrows and said nothing. She reassured me that she loved our sex (not that it was on my mind anyways), and that I was the best lover that she'd ever had (awwww). She went on to explain that something inside of her just kind of shut down her pleasure and that she couldn't finish (with an orgasm). I had never heard anything like this before.

Not to say that I suddenly made it my mission to make her cum. I have an ego just like everybody else, but not *that* much of an ego. Still I was curious about what combination of events might lead Kelly to cum for the first time.

Second, she asked me why I started shaving my pubic area and how it felt. I didn't disclose that I started shaving my pubic area when I was 18, at the request of a bisexual married couple with whom I was having sexual relations (my first bi time). I didn't disclose that, as a man of average size, that I liked how being shaved seemed to give my cock a little extra bit of "hang". Instead I said that while I liked the way it looked and felt, that the main reason that I shaved my pubic area was because -- with age it started to become a jungle of pubic hair, and that it just looked bad and gross. She laughed. A jungle of hair?! HAHA

As we were staying at my apartment that day, I had an electric trimmer, so I offered to shave her, with the understanding that it would grow back. Long story short, she agreed, kind of excitedly, and I got to work, finally shaving her as she sat on a towel on the edge of the tub. She became flush and excited with the vibrations created by the electric trimmer. Then I freshened myself up, her eyes growing wide as I snaked the razor between my ass cheeks to clean up that area as well. I started to run the shower, and we got in together. This was the first time that we showered together. I can't tell you how much I enjoy shower sex. It started with gentle washing and soaping each other up, and ended with me kneeling in front of her -- she was leaned against the back wall of the shower, her legs spread as far as she could given the confines of the tub -- tonguing her now bare clit and the area surrounding it. Her moans and squeals were louder than they had ever been.

Finally, she was like, "stop! stop! stop!" and pushed my head away before shutting off the shower and stepping out of the tub. We stood on the bath mat and continued kissing and fondling each other, water dripping off our freshly cleaned bodies. Her shaved pussy looked magnificent.

What happened next totally surprised me. She grabbed me by my cock (I had been rock hard ever since I started trimming her pubic hair) and pulled me into the bedroom. She plopped down on the bed, got on her back, spread her legs wider than I had ever seen, grabbed me by the cock again, and basically shoved me right into her pussy. I wasn't wearing a condom. This was the first time we had gone without one. And it just felt so natural... and amazing.

I worked slowly, pulling out all the way, slamming back into her, waiting a second or so, then doing it again. The naughty talked started out of the gate. I kept whispering in her ear. "I want more than a summer romance." *body slapping* "How does my bare cock feel inside of you?" *body slapping * "Maybe you want something more from this, like a baby?" *body slapping* She would moan and say, "yes, yes, I want that" with every stroke. And the grand finale? "I want to watch you fuck another man." Her eyes grew wide and that's when it happened. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on me and I could feel this rush of warm liquid on my cock head and as it started dripping down my sack in between strokes. She let out this blood curdling scream. I picked up the pace, really hammering her then, and then I kept thinking of what I just said -- and couldn't hold it anymore. I unleashed a fury of cum into her womb, and it happened again... the scream was even louder, if that was even possible.

I continued to pump in and out of her slowly, and we kissed and frenched lightly, all while making intense eye contact without saying a single word. Finally I plopped out of her. She was still holding her legs up as if I was going to fuck her again.

I laid down on the bed next to her, and she cuddled up to me. With every touch, she shivered. "Oh, my god," she exclaimed, "I think I just came!" I just continued to hold her, not saying anything, kissing her on the forehead here and there.

But then the elephant in the room trumpeted loudly. "Were you serious about the stuff that you said just now?" she asked.

"Uh, which part?" I replied.

"I mean, technically all of it. But the thing that got me the most is when you said that you'd want to watch me fuck another man," she continued.

"Did it excite you?"

"It did, and I don't know why. My god, I am *such* a slut." She laughed. "I've never done anything like that before."

"And you're curious?"

"Maybe just a little, since you're the one who brought it up, mister. I mean, how would we even do that? And where did you even get this idea? Have you done this before?"

I wasn't about to tell her about my bisexuality, how I'd had threesomes before, and a full swap with another couple in my previous, toxic relationship. But at the same time I'd never shared my own partner in a threesome, much less in one where I spent more time watching than participating.

Over the coming days we kept talking about it. And we'd role play it during our sex. We stopped using condoms by that point, so I'd pretend that I was another man and cum in her, then, with cum dripping out of her, I would push the cum back into her with my cock, all the while telling her how sexy she looked with her lover, and then I'd finish in her again. Whatever the depraved nature of this role play, it excited her, and she came a lot more regularly.

Fast forward a month. We decided to try and find a situation where Kelly *might* be open to meeting up with another man. This is long before the adult dating sites or Twitter/X or whatnot, so we joined an email (mailing list) for swingers. They announced a swingers' masquerade ball a couple of hours away from our city. We decided to go, in large part because you had to wear a mask (i.e. anonymity), but also because we were both really curious about an event like this one -- even if we didn't have sex with anyone else.

I rented a tux ahead of the event. Kelly bought this dress, but told me that I'd have to wait to see it / see her in it. The night of the event, in a hotel room, I saw her in the dress for the first time. The dress that she wore for our first "date" paled in comparison to this dress. It was black and *tight*, had an open back, two thin straps, and just screamed "cleavage!" If she was wearing anything underneath the dress, I would've been shocked. Her nipples were stretching at the fabric, and I detected zero panty lines.

We couldn't believe how many people were at the event. Seemed like 100 people inside of this (large) house. We each had a couple of drinks then started working the room. People were having conversations about their favorite sports teams and so on. Nobody talked about sex, or at least not that we came across. Lots of people were laughing. I had never seen anything like this, or at least not in the context of people pairing up and fucking later on.

At some point we split up. I ended up chatting with a number of couples. I saw Kelly chatting with this black couple. I was curious about why my summer girlfriend was getting touchy feeling with both the man and the woman in this couple. She kept throwing her head back and laughing or touching the man or woman on their arms or lower backs.

I disengaged from chatting with this couple then went over to meet the couple that Kelly was chatting with. They were excellent people! Super funny, super intelligent, and *super, super* flirty. Then I realized why Kelly was so keen on chatting with them for a long while. At some point, John, the husband, and I kind of went to the side and chatted, as Kelly and Jacquie, his wife, continued their flirting/chatting/laughing.

John and I had been chatting about sports and general stuff, trying really hard to crack each other up. And it was working. But just like that, he told me that he and Jacquie had been "in the lifestyle" for about 5 years. Then he promptly asked me what our deal was. I explained that we were total newbies and that Kelly and I were curious about taking things a step further. He asked what we liked and what our limitations were. I didn't lead on that I wanted a second dick (who would go first and often) in Kelly. He asked if we wanted a full swap, and I said that we didn't. Jacquie wasn't into the full swap. They had an open marriage and she would date other women. But John would join a couple if they wanted another dick. On that night they were interested in a soft swap, and I asked him to define what that meant.

John said that they were interested in being in the same bed with minimal interaction with another couple. To be honest, it sounded perfect! I circled with Kelly and explained this. She was totally game. I circled with John and while the party had largely subsided (most people had left the main room), he knew of a room where we all could connect.

John and Jacquie held hands as they led the way. Kelly and I held hands as we followed. Kelly squeezed my hand and mouthed the word, "WOW," but in silence. As we walked up this never-ending hall, many doors were open. We saw multiple groups of people sucking and fucking. We heard moaning and screams echoing up and down that corridor. It was super hot, and I could feel Kelly's pulse racing as I continued tightly holding her hand.

As this whole thing was a surprise, after John closed and locked the door behind him, Jacquie basically grabbed Kelly and started fondling and kissing her. John and I just stood there and watched. He kept fist bumping me and shaking my hand. He was right. It was both super exciting and *super hot*. I had no idea that Kelly was into other women! Or maybe it was a new thing? Either way, I wasn't going to question it. Soon, Jacquie took the thin straps of Kelly's dress then let Kelly's dress drop to the floor. Kelly was completely naked except for her heels. They continued making out for a bit, Jacquie's hand in between Kelly's legs, until Jacquie turned her back to Kelly, and Kelly unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor as well.

Then John and I regrouped with our own partners, and they stripped us naked as quickly as possible. Next thing you know, John and I were laying on our backs. Kelly was giving me some pretty great head, and from the looks of it Jacquie was also taking great care of her man. Throughout the soft swap, Kelly and Jacquie would kiss and kiss/pinch each others nipples. God, I was so hot and amazing and unexpected. Even more unexpected was as Kelly was riding me, Jacquie asked if Kelly she would kiss John. I had a front row review of it, and I loved it. So did Kelly.

We just kept switching positions, and watching Kelly and Jacquie interact was icing on the cake. By the time that I finished in Kelly, it was late into the night. John was able to cum a few more times, and that only reinforced my belief that Kelly and I should definitely see him again. I bet that he was really a good looking guy (we were still wearing our masks), and his cock was *huge* and thick.

Kelly and I stayed overnight at the hotel then headed back to her place. We fucked like animals for days and days. At one point she mused about John, saying that we'd never see him again. But then I told her that I had his number.

But that's all for the final part, part III.