Ascent: Ch. 02 A Christmas Gift

We are like that for what seems like a long time. I always enjoy the twitching of my wife's hips as she cums, the rippling of her muscles inside her tight cunt, the blush upon her face and upper chest. I always enjoy 69ing more than Leigh does, not that she doesn't enjoy it - she loves it, but there is something special about knowing that you can please a woman without having to have the steel hard rod to penetrate her with, and can completely drive her over the edge by using lips, tongue, and fingers alone. It is one of the many reasons I never felt threatened by her bi-sexual nature, or even her seduction by David on our honeymoon.

I know I love her. I know she loves me. No shared pleasure can ever diminish that. No other lover can compete with that. Most people are stingy with their sexuality, out of fear of losing the one they love if they don't control them, out of dread of being consumed by a disease, out of the shame of being different, or the terror that they are inadequate and unlovable. I know that just because Leigh and I are in love, married, and fully committed to each other I cannot, and will not, ask her to stop loving all the other people in her life that have become special to her over the years. Leigh is no more going to stop loving Lisa than she is going to stop loving me. So Leigh has done what she does best, turning our fantasies into realities, hoping to heal the lives of her loved ones, hoping to bridge the hurts of the past with the pleasures of the present. Lisa is being loved by us, as she needs to be. She has to find the balance between loving cunt and loving cock that Leigh enjoys.

Now I know why Leigh has arranged for Lisa to spend so much time with us. She needs not only a great deal of physical loving, to give her the skills with men she would be expected to have at her age, but also to see how a truly intimate relationship can work with the inherent differences between men and women. Intimacy can be easier when you are alike. Lisa is just finding out that the differences can add to her life, instead of being a call to war; being a higher calling, to loving and sharing.

I am loving the attention she is giving to my prick. One of my college buddies once said there is no such thing as a bad blowjob, and he is half right. I wish that we have the time to teach her how to master this skill, and hope that there will have to be lots of practice. For enthusiasm, she is no slouch. She keeps her mouth right on the helmeted head, tongue spinning over my glans, holding it so it won't get away with her hand. Sometimes her pace picks up as Leigh's tongue drives her over the edge into another climax. That's the bad thing about daisy chains, you really can't see what is happening to anybody else, you just have to guess as their body reacts. So we kiss each other, in the most private of ways, while our pleasure increases. The good thing about daisy chains is that the energy flows around the unbroken circle, and I am fully hard again. My face and the sheets are drenched from Leigh's gushing gash. I know the time to thank my wife has finally come. As I withdraw from Lisa's mouth, she stirs from the break in the rhythm.

Since we are already laying down on our sides, I simply take my hand and place it on Leigh's finely toned ass cheek and push. She slides slowly, and gracefully, towards Lisa. Without a word being said, Lisa takes up where I left off, twisting her tongue around Leigh's clit. flicking back and forth like a butterfly, sometimes humming as she does so. I move up behind Leigh, and slide my steel hard tool between her legs, past the twin curves of her luscious ass cheeks, to the entrance of her liquid center. I thrust into her gently, guiding myself with my hand so as not to interfere with Lisa. Things can get pretty tight in a situation like that, and playing bumper cars just detracts from the fun.

So I start in on my wife, giving her the same small thrusts at first, then plunging all the way into her. I bury myself in her to the hilt, savoring the feel of her sweet tush up against my abdomen. She squeals, or more accurately, tries to squeal in delight, but is muffled by the mouthful of muff she had at the time. If you have never done this for your wife, I highly recommend it. Leigh tells me that the feeling of being thoroughly penetrated while 69ing with another woman is one of the greatest pleasures possible for a woman to experience in this universe. Having seen the results of what she and Marie did to each other in our threesome, I can believe it. There are times each one of them came so hard they fainted, or at least, lost completely any awareness of their surroundings (a rather unique experience for Marie to be speechless). For someone who comes like a bomb is dropped on her in the first place, it takes a real strong and powerful set of circumstances for Leigh to do better. So I know that part of Leigh's reason for bringing Lisa into our sex life is for just this moment: filled to the brim of her quim by the largest cock to ever fuck her and making oral love to the one woman who knows so many of her secrets is a combination made right in pussy heaven.

More squeals, and some thrashing. Wave after wave of orgasms are picking up both of them, turning them inside out, and recombining them into new beings who know more about how each other feel than even the most intimate partners have any right to know. They are out somewhere beyond the galactic rim, deep in a space of their own making. I am a visitor, a workman, doing my fucking job, being the hard cock, being the tool that gets the job done, being inside the greatest love of my life in the throes of her greatest sexual experience to date. I keep pushing and pulling, without the waterbed to help me, having to rely on the sheer muscle strength of my lower back and hips to force my way forward deeper into her snatch. I drag my cock back by brute force to the entrance of her cunt while the walls of her pussy clamp down and refuse to let my rod move a single millimeter if they can stop it. So it has become a test of wills.

I plunge into her, feeling ripples from cum after cum, without end. I hope that I am helping, but I am certain that a large part of this is Lisa's expert clit kissing. I can do little more than being there, loving my wife, deeply enjoying the thrill ride of her life, the union of her two loves in a single act. No one would ever be able to tell Leigh you can't love both a man and a woman again without her laughing in their face.

Twice, I feel Leigh's body go slack. Neither Lisa nor I slow or stop, we just keep going. I know that the jism is boiling again. Every thrust into my wife's tight, spasming, slick twat threatens to release it all. It feels so right to be inside her, to share the greatest pleasure of her life, to be the man she comes home to, once again to be the lover who comes home to her. Leigh is making gurgling sounds, and I can't hold back anymore. I ram my pussy piston forward and back, putting in a little twist with my hips for good measure. The extra motion grabs places on the sides of my cockhead, also setting off quim quakes inside Leigh, which blows the valve on my spunk sprayer. I stay inside Leigh while she continues to spasm for a couple of minutes, slowly stroking back and forth to keep my erection.

As I pull out, Lisa wraps her hot mouth around my cock, cleaning me thoroughly with her tongue. I remember her going back to licking Leigh, but after that sleep calls me into inky blackness.

I wake up the next morning to the smell of coffee, and Lisa is gently sucking on my cock. "Leigh!" she shouts, "he's up!" I am indeed. Lisa goes right back to work on me, still inexperienced, but learning fast. Leigh appears, straddles me facing away from me, and starts grinding into me. I feel Lisa's long hair on my thighs. The spasms of my wife's orgasms drain all the spunk from my balls once again. A new morning ritual has arrived, for every day of the rest of that year.

The girls go shopping. I go back down to the hot tub to relax my sore muscles. The rest of my weekend is spent with Leigh and Lisa, talking about what men want, what women want, and what people think they want, in between bouts of incredibly hot sex. Men tend to need someone to help them reach their emotions. They need sex to feel loved. Women tend to need someone to help them believe they matter. They need to feel loved or important to want to have sex.

Lisa shares her secrets about touching women, about timing and rhythm, and especially pressure. "It is better to be too light than too intense" she says. She shows me all the techniques she uses on Leigh, from seduction, to foreplay, to oral sex. Leigh shows her all the techniques she uses on me, from seduction, to foreplay, to intercourse, to oral sex, and just for a well rounded education, even anal sex.

Leigh shares in greater depth with her about our experiences with David and Marie, especially the incendiary effects of fucktalk. "That makes sense" Lisa says, "because women are so verbal, and men are so visual". Lisa and I become good friends. I learn to love her sharp, well trained mind. I enjoy her wit. I love her playfulness, and the generous way she gives herself to us.

In the end, the time comes to say goodbye. On our way to the airport, Lisa thanks us for healing her life. She confides she has been in a dark place, even near suicide. "The two of you have given me love, and a love of life again. I've learned so much, and I'm going to find someone I can truly share myself with, as you do. I'm always going to love you, Leigh. Steve, you've become my lover and my friend. I will always love you too. You've given me a very special Christmas gift - peace in my heart, and goodwill towards men!"