Losing Everything to Science

While Dom and Jenn lay there, coming down from the intensity of their shared experience, I was becoming aware that I was thinking as a scientist, recalling the individual steps and actions, the subtle behavioral signs, the physical and biological queues and responses, that led them to this carnal exhibition and rejection of all of society's rules they claimed to value?

Looking at them, I pondered what could cause intelligent and highly disciplined people to so quickly abandon strongly held personal beliefs, break long established social morays, and knowingly jeopardize the very foundational relationship we'd spent a decade nurturing?

On a higher level, I pondered what caused human beings, known for our critical thinking and rational thought, to devolved back into wild animals driven by ancient evolutionary impulses? I know all about the biology of our species, the chemistry of the brain and the powerful hormones that drive our voluntary and involuntary actions, what some call our "Lizard Brain". By why would we so willingly succumb to behaviors that were against our best personal interests?

Despite this instant of reverie, I was quickly brought back to the moment, the sights, sounds and smells refocusing my mind and emotions.

Since Jenn didn't appear in any rush to cover herself or face the reality of what had just happened, she just lay there, arms now crossed over her eyes, her breasts shifting about her still heaving chest, as Dom resumed a slow and less provocative massage of her lower legs and feet well away from her still sensitive genitals.

If Jenn was suffering for any post-orgasmic reality check or regrets, she didn't show it. Her body resumed a happily relaxed posture as Dom returned to manipulating her feet, but this time with a more overt lifting and moving of her legs to achieve the right angles to apply the therapeutic deep tissue massage. After five minutes of various manipulations, this eventually resulted in her legs being placed up into a frog kick position and pressed into her chest, her entire vulva thrust forward into a lewd expression of exhibitionism that obviously didn't bother her. Looking down at the viscous fluid leaking from her, I had to quickly stop my subtle masturbating, feeling myself quickly approaching my own orgasm. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I didn't want to ruin the lightheaded euphoria I was feeling by ejaculating before my own intercession with my wife.

How Dom was able to maintain his composure was a mystery to me? His body only inches from this highly aroused and compliant woman, I don't know how he didn't explode into a sexual frenzy? Instead, he appeared calm and controlled, resuming his seemingly innocent manual manipulations of bone, muscle, and flesh, as if nothing had happened.

After a time, his repetitive motions moved back up to her waist, resuming the previous cycle of massaging all her lower limbs. However, his body motion become more pronounced and involved, now bringing his body closer to hers, pressing in between her legs, as the tempo and skin-to-skin contact increased. Since his broad chest was wet with perspiration, he began to slide up her legs and thighs, in a repetitive motion, the weight of his body evident upon her.

Each time his body reached her waist level, he would lower his head again to her womanhood. Needing no further encouragement, she spread her legs again, fully exposing her vulva. Starting at her knees, he methodically began small butterfly kisses of her legs, getting ever nearer to the nexus of her pleasure.

As his face was about to burrow into her womanly center, her right hand came down from her forehead and gently started to push his head away. Assuming she was again embarrassed by the pungent aroma and copious fluids emanating from her, his head hovered in this area, patiently kissing and now licking her skin in small circles near the narrow strip of her pubic hair. In time, Jenn relaxed her hand from pushing him away, to now absentmindedly running her fingers through his disheveled hair, while her legs alternatively tensed and then relaxed. I watched breathless as his mouth and tongue slowly angled down, moving ever nearer to her core. Within moments Jenn moved her legs even further apart, now spread fully, her knees elevated as she lifted onto her tiptoes, allowing him unfettered access to her flushed and gapping sex.

After some moments of teasing hesitancy, Dom lowered his head into her, his tongue now slowly running up and down her slit. Her sudden gasp and frozen state made clear that she was surrendering herself to this new blissful sensation. I couldn't help but observe that her reaction now was very different from the few times she had allowed me, after some insistence, to go down on her, lamenting that she was "dirty and stinky down there!".

She seemed to have no such concerns now, as his tongue ran up and down her slit, alternating between inserting his tongue into her vaginal opening and sucking gently on her engorged clitoris. As her breathing again deepened and increased in rate, her hand had ceased its mindless twirling of his hair, slowly moving to the back of his head, gently pulling his face into her sex. As the tempo of his licking increased, so did the rate of her ever-deepening breaths, until I thought she was well on her way to another orgasm. However, sensing her building intensity, he slowly withdrew his face, leaning back onto his haunches and stared at her for a moment.

Denied another release, Jenn wrapped her arms again over her eyes and muttered a strained and frustrated

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!", as she attempted to compose herself.

Whereupon Dom reached out and resumed his finger explorations of her, from clitoral stimulation to gentle rhythmic pumping of his fingers into her vagina.

Between her own natural lubrication and Dom's saliva, a steady stream of fluid began leaking out of her, down across the narrow flesh of her perinium, onto her crinkled, maroon colored, rectum. Seeing this, Dom lengthened his finger stokes to include a gentle brush against her anal sphincter, causing her body to tense up and her rosebud to retract into her buttocks.

I was not surprised by her response. She had never permitted any "ass play" in our own sex life so I was fully expecting her to push him away. However, after a few rotations around her pussy she seemed to relax again, and he would spend progressively longer periods of time gently rubbing and externally probing her butthole, to which she seemed to shift from discouraging, to now welcoming these new sensations. Soon, he was exclusively teasing her butthole and leaned back in to resume licking her clitoris. This continued for a minute or two as Jenn's excitement and breathing began to build again, his noisy and sloppy licking and sucking sending streams of saliva down her pussy, over her now bulging rectum. Though his head was now blocking much of my view, I could now see that he had shifted his hand down a bit, inserting a couple fingers back into her vagina, while a third continued its stimulation of her anus.

He would occasionally stop to observe her response to his technique and positioning, as he finger-fucked her, the third finger now gently pressing on her clenched rectum. Withdrawing his fingers again from her vagina, he now inserted three fingers into her in an upward facing position, obviously trying to again stimulate her G-Spot in a more aggressive fashion, while resuming his intensifying oral assault on her clitoris. Suddenly drawn to the movement of her arms, Jenn had moved her hands up to cover the swaying of her breasts, initially just palming them, but then quickly grabbing her nipples with two fingers, pulling and twisting them firmly, almost painfully!

I was dumbfounded! It was surreal to see this woman reclining in a supine position, writhing uncontrollably while pleasuring herself, a man's arms and head deep in between her splayed and trembling thighs.

From her posture and vocalizations, it was clear that another massive orgasm was rapidly building. Moving his other hand back into her crotch, Dom probed her anus again with his long middle finger. As Jenn accelerated to her climax, I watched him steadily press his finger deep into her rectum, causing her to suddenly curl up into a tight stomach crunch, eyes and mouth wide open in silent shock. After a momentary pause she then slammed her torso back down into the couch, her hands forcefully grabbing his hair and pulling his head firmly back into her crotch, clamping her legs closed around his skull. Her entire body, overtaken by violent shaking, was accompanied by a prolonged agonal scream, as another stream of urine arced across the room as he moved his face away from her to watch her cataclysmic orgasm. All the while the loud sucking noises continued from Dom's four-fingered assault on her two soaked and distended orifices.

I was stunned, both intrigued and perplexed by the transformation of this woman I once thought I knew. Never in our time together, even our wild college fuck-fest days, had she displayed such total sexual abandon and animalistic freedom when we made love. Now, here she was, allowing Dom to cross lines I once believed sacrosanct....or at least prohibited to me...... was shocking and mysterious.

As she moved her arms down again to push his hands away from her overly sensitive pleasure centers, he now raised himself fully upon his knees, leaning over her torso and began to fondle her nipples himself and kiss her upper body, all the while she was still paralyzed from orgasmic rigor.

PART 7

It was then that I saw it! Dom's engorged and straining penis.

Now, given that we were roommates and inseparable for six years, there were often jokes flying around about us being "more than just friends!". I'd never had a homosexual experience and Dom was just a close friend only. A Brother. It's not that I had any particular objection to homosexuality in general. It's just that I preferred girls and never found any sexual attraction to men. Therefore, the truth was that while we'd seen each other nude on occasion at home or locker-rooms, other than noticing that he was uncircumcised, I'd never seen Dom in a state of sexual arousal or ever closely checked out his junk.

Now, I was staring at a powerfully built man, completely nude, with an enormous swaying erection straining outward, jutting lewdly away from his clean-shaven body. Unable to look away, I watched as his slightly curved-up penis, bounced faintly with each rapid beat of his heart, the obscenely swollen and glistening head projecting out beyond his fully retracted foreskin. Above and below this ultimate symbol of manhood, his groin was devoid of any public hair and two large and pendulous testicles swayed back and forth five inches below his shaft.

I know men are often fixated with "size", but as I considered my own average endowment, I couldn't help but notice with alarm that the proportion of Dom's genitalia to his already large, muscular body, caused me to gasp once I realized the implications of his enormous manhood.

Fully expecting him to immediate impale himself into my still unresponsive wife, I waited anxiously for him to move in. But as he towered over her splayed body, he resumed his focused caresses and gentle kisses all over her upper body, at times picking up her hands, kissing her wrists and forearms, or sucking on her fingers. Her eyes still closed, a smile crept upon her face and her demeanor changed from complete collapse to coquettish bliss.

If I believed Dom's reserved and tentative actions were a sign of his sudden contrition for the moral compact he'd just broken, or out of some respect for the cuckolded husband by abstaining from actual intercourse, I was soon to be disabused of that illusion.

It was only now that I noticed a transformation in the dynamic between he and my wife. While her build-up and sexual release had been precipitated by a lengthy seduction focused on her tactile pleasure, I now noticed a distinct change in Dom's intensity. He was obviously unsated, now touching her in the same way, but soaking in her physical being and womanly aura for his own sensual enjoyment. I noticed that while his earlier touches had been firmer, his movements more methodical, his intentions more subtle, he was now touching her in a way that was more tender, reflecting genuine emotion and intimacy, his desire for her more apparent and his intent to gratify himself obvious.

HE was now enjoying HER! And she was letting him, her entire demeanor submissive, if not reciprocated and inviting. This was no longer petting gone too far!

His slow parade of kisses around her body continued as my wife reached out again to play with his hair and stroke his muscled arms and shoulders. As he again slid down her body, pulling off her camisole in the process, she relaxed her legs and began to spread them again without prompting, an unmistakable sign of her consent for what was about to happen.

Returning to more explicit fondling, Dom was again kneading her breasts, sucking on her nipples, neck, and earlobes, interspersed with kisses and long licks of her torso, arms and shoulders. Leaning over her, his hips well embedded between her splayed thighs, his throbbing cock remained a scant inch away from her inflamed genitalia, a visible drop of pre-cum dangling from the end of his member. As he moved around her body, his hips would withdraw and then return, leaning back in toward her sex, always stopping agonizingly close from making contact.

Her arms, having moved to rest upon his broad shoulders floating over her, she now began to run her hands up and down his muscular torso to his tight buttocks. This she repeated a number of times before coming to rest on his ass, her red manicured fingernails and the glint of her wedding and diamond engagement rings reflecting in the firelight. With clarity of purpose, she used her fingers to gently start pulling him toward her, clearly encouraging him to move in closer.

Transfixed, I watched their human sex organs, shaped by millions of years of evolution to conjoin together, moving inexorably closer and closer.

A sudden flinch from Jenn and a small moan from Dom confirmed what my eyes witnessed, when the tip of his penis pressed up against Jenn's labia, spreading them and then sliding through her cleft upward over her clitoris. Dom froze momentarily, closing his eyes to savor the moment, before resuming a slow slide of his shaft back down through her slit. Returning on the upstroke, I watched the engorged head of his cock burrow its way up through Jenn's swollen pussy lips, emerging from the top of her slit trailing a long strand of their mutual lubrication. Jenn again pulled on his clenched buttocks, clearly insistent that he increase the pressure and speed of their contact. Leaning in again to suck on her breasts, he tilted his hips to maintain this rhythmic sliding as both of their breathing became louder.

As Jenn began to roll her head around in obvious abandon, her right hand slowly slid down her stomach, coming to rest on her pubic bone, her fingers now unashamedly strumming her clitoris while her other hand resumed its vigorous manipulations of her nipples.

All night long, Jenn had been a passive recipient of all these intimate touches. It had been Dom and I doing these things to her.

Now, for the first time, Jenn became an active participant, grasping the head of his manhood each time it slid through her sex, before he withdrew again for another cycle.

As if to confirm my earlier fears, the sight of her touching him only served to confirm the huge disparity in the length and girth of Dom's sex organ compared to Jenn's diminutive hand and comparatively small body. Each time his cock emerged from the top of her slit, her hand was dislodged upward, unable to get her fingers around the pool ball circumference of his cockhead.

Compelled, I moved in even closer to more clearly see each minute detail of their entanglement. Now only inches away, I could feel Dom's heavy breathing on my face and feel the heat radiating off his body. Turning toward my wife, I looked at her open mouth and closed eyes, intently focused on her own pleasure, the smell of their congress, mixed with her sweat, shampoo and after-bath lotion, filling my nostrils. Suddenly embarrassed by what I felt was my intrusion into this private moment, I rolled back to the end of the couch, trembling, arms too weak to move myself further away.

By now, Dom had leaned back up, hovering over her, his grimacing face indicating the intense focus of his entire body on the pleasure he felt with each thrust of his hips. Lifting her own legs higher up and outward, Jenn pushed herself up onto her arms and looked down to see the rubbing of their male and female organs more clearly. After a few moments, Jenn collapsed back onto the couch looking up at Don with a pained expression on face. Opening his eyes, the two of them stared intently at one another as Dom continued the slow contortions of his hips and Jenn pressed down harder on his cock at each upstroke, visibility pushing her distended clitoris aside.

Calmly rolling her head toward me, for the first time my wife looked directly at me. In her eyes I saw the desperate look of indescribable longing and desire, pleading for permission to a question that was unasked. Her intense and pained gaze caused me to look away, as Dom had stopped moving, staring down at her hand. I could still sense her fiery gaze fixed upon me, as I watched her very slowly push the head of Don's penis down through her labia, clearly coming to rest at the entrance of her Vaginal canal. She then returned her gaze to Dom and held her breath.

This was it! Her wishes were unambiguous. The last line about to be crossed.

Moving his hands to her hips, Dom shuffled on his knees and shifted his hips downward, aligning his manhood with the center of her feminine being.

Mesmerized, I shifted my body toward them, blatantly seeking a better viewpoint of their intertwined legs and imminent coupling.

Now looking directly down, I watched as the gentle thrusting of his huge organ began to spread her engorged labia apart. Feeling resistance, Dom backed away slightly, before pressing forward again. All three of us were now watching transfixed as my wife's womanly entrance began to distend and deform, yawning around the sizable bulbous head of his phallus, before it suddenly popped inside of her to a sudden gasp from Jenn and a groan from Dom.

After pausing to confirm she was OK, Dom began very small and slow thrusts into her to gain greater penetration while allowing her to adjust to him. Clearly not used to a penis of his size, she grimaced, attempting to control the depth of his penetration by placing her hands on his stomach and upper thigh, while staring intently up into his face with a look of increasing elation.

Fixated on the progress of each successive stroke, Dom stared down at his cock, steadily achieving greater depth, each back stroke coated in glistening fluid. After a few more strokes, he'd finally been able to slide about half of his length into her. Stopping momentary, he looked up into her eyes, offering a look of love and tenderness, before deliberately thrusting one final time, burying himself completely into my wife! Her gasp and sudden clenching of her hands on his waist, signaled their sexual union was complete.

Unable to breath, I stood and staggered backward, as he began slow, long and steady thrusts which she now met with enthusiastic encouragement, gyrating her pelvis, and pulling on her own knees, spreading her legs even farther up and back.

My head spinning, I watched as this most primitive and basic evolutionary act unfolded before me. With the prehistoric crackling of the fire in the shadowy confines of a human habitation, the naked forms of a human male and female began their passionate carnal dance, each one's body perfectly designed to join with the other, to form a single moment in the cosmic universe that was theirs alone.