In high school, except for my senior year, I didn\u2019t
\nhave a girlfriend. I played in the stage band, hating
\nto share my position with any other trombone player,
\neven though we were all pretty good friends. The band
\ndirector looked it from an educational position and
\nhis goal was to have as many students as possible
\ncomfortable in the jazz idiom of their music
\neducation.<\/p>\n
My senior year, I dated a girl from my church who
\ndressed very modestly, and when we went to the beach
\nshe wore a one piece swim suit and when lying on her
\nstomach on the beach towel, covered her upper chest
\nwith a towel so that there was no way to see anything
\nif I should try to sneak a peek down her front.<\/p>\n
When I visited at her parent\u2019s house, her dad would
\nlook in on us now and then to do a \u2018hand check\u2019 to
\nmake sure we weren\u2019t misbehaving. Not a chance; I
\nwould get a hard-on just holding her hand walking
\ndown the street, and we didn\u2019t even kiss until the
\nlast night before I went off to college. There was
\nnever any doubt that she might be interested in
\nanother boy, so there was no reason to be jealous.<\/p>\n
Away from home, things changed rapidly; I felt a
\nbreast for the first time on the night train going
\nhome for Thanksgiving my freshman year. This was a
\ngirl I met at the college, and we were off to the
\nraces (so to speak) as soon as we returned to school
\nafter the holiday. I never saw my high school girl
\nagain.<\/p>\n
Donna was of a churchly background also, and felt
\nguilty that she had let a boy she dated the previous
\nyear \u2018feel her up\u2019 and finger her. He had asked if he
\ncould put his penis in her \u2018just to see if it would
\nfit,\u2019 but she had refused. I was devastated, and she
\nfelt terrible for \u2018cheating\u2019 on me before we even met
\n\u2018 like damaged goods, I suppose. At any rate, I
\ncouldn\u2019t keep my hands off Donna, or out of her
\npants. On several occasions, I would jerk off while
\nshe held my penis in her mouth, and we had anal sex a
\nfew times.<\/p>\n
Vaginal sex however, was out of the question. She
\nwanted to save that for our wedding night, as we soon
\nrealized that we were meant for each other and
\nassumed we would get married shortly after college.
\nNow, the jealousy demon consumed me, and I was
\ndefinitely a pain about keeping her all to myself,
\nwhich she resented somewhat. I even scolded her once
\nfor sitting with her legs crossed so that someone
\ncould see up her leg, and reminded her to close the
\ncurtains of her dorm room when she changed her
\nclothes. We became officially engaged, but she called
\nit off my junior year.<\/p>\n
During my first marriage, things changed in my mind,
\nand I told Sarah that I had a dream that she had
\n\u2018entertained\u2019 the high school basketball team at a
\nparty. She answered that in fact, she had probably
\ndated all those boys at one time or another, so I
\nguessed that her boobs had seen the light of day on
\nseveral occasions, and that quite a few boys in her
\nschool had played \u2018stinky finger\u2019 with her.<\/p>\n
She did admit that she had been drinking on a date,
\nhad \u2018gotten carried away\u2019 and that her boyfriend had
\nactually fucked her -a little bit \u2018 she said. My mind
\ndwelled on the fact that she had been intimate with
\nboys before me, and I was curiously aroused by the
\nthought; I allowed my imagination free reign. Well
\ninto our marriage, I fantasized about having a
\nthreesome with her and my best friend, and even
\nproposed the plan to my wife, but she expressed shock
\nat the suggestion and flatly refused.<\/p>\n
I still wonder what it would have been like to be
\ngetting a blow job \u2018 Sarah on her back \u2013 and feeling
\nher body being jolted back and forth and watching as
\nmy buddy plowed into her spread-eagled legs at the
\nother end. I probably would not have been able to
\nhold back more than a minute before gushing my wad
\ndown her throat.<\/p>\n
Another scenario would have the two of us tag-team
\nfucking Sarah, neither of us cumming until each of us
\nhad had several turns. I found out later during our
\ndivorce arguments that she had fucked her cousin\u2019s
\nboyfriend during the time we were engaged and \u2018on the
\npill\u2019 for me. So much for her moral standards and
\nrefusing the three-way!<\/p>\n
So my wife now, also previously divorced, is a music
\nteacher, and gives piano lessons on the side. We met
\nin college, but did not date, each marrying the wrong
\nperson for some reason. When we first became
\nintimate, I expressed curiosity about how many men or
\nboys she had been to bed with, knowing of course, her
\nprevious husband, and probably two guys in college
\nthat she had dated pretty seriously.<\/p>\n
I also thought it a reasonable assumption that she
\nhad sex with a guy she had become engaged to after
\nhigh school. She did not answer me directly, only
\nsaying \u2018not that many,\u2019 so I guessed five for sure,
\nbut probably not more than ten. I find it erotic to
\nthink of her spreading her legs for someone other
\nthan myself when we make love.<\/p>\n
My wife is currently starting to teach piano to the
\nhusband of a secretary at the school where she
\nteaches. The lady is paying for the lessons as a
\nbirthday present for her husband, and he comes to our
\nhouse for lessons. When we were introduced, I thought
\nhe looked remarkably like my wife\u2019s previous husband,
\nbut much better looking.<\/p>\n
I usually work in my shop in the basement during the
\nlessons and keep the doors closed to keep my noise
\nfrom intruding.<\/p>\n
The first lesson kind of surprised me in that I only
\nheard the piano being played maybe the last ten
\nminutes of the hour long lesson, but could hear their
\nvoices dimly in pleasant conversation, with
\noccasional laughter. The second lesson started out
\nthe same way, with no music being played, and when I
\ncame upstairs to get a beer, I noticed that the door
\nto the living room was not closed completely, and I
\ncould see them sitting on the couch together chatting
\nin a friendly manner.<\/p>\n
Joan was wearing a pink low cut tank top with
\nspaghetti straps and as I watched, she would lean
\nforward occasionally to make a point. Scott\u2019s eyes
\ndrifted down, and I could feel my pulse quicken at
\nthe thought that my wife was teasing another man,
\noffering him a chance to look down her front. She
\nalways wears push-up bras, which I really enjoy, and
\nas Scott\u2019s eyes lingered on their target, I knew what
\nhe was seeing.<\/p>\n
After a bit, the music began and I could hear Jean
\ngiving instructions about playing piano. Coming
\nupstairs again and looking through the half open
\ndoor, Scott was sitting on the piano bench and Joan
\nwas standing next to him on his left side. She
\nreached across to turn the page of the music and said
\nsomething to Scott. He turned his head towards her to
\nlisten, and his face bumped hard into her breast.
\n\u2018Oops!\u2019 he said. Joan smiled and said, \u2018That\u2019s OK.\u2019
\nand backed away \u2018 but only a little bit.<\/p>\n
The next lesson, I left the cellar door open, though
\nI was making quite a bit of noise with the table saw.
\nAfter a bit, Joan called down that she was closing
\nthe door because of the noise, though I could not
\nhear any piano playing between cuts with the saw.<\/p>\n
After a bit, I heard the stairs right above my
\nworkbench creak. Our bedroom is upstairs. On the
\npretense of going to the refrigerator, I found that
\nthe door at the top of the cellar stairs was locked;
\nit had been repurposed from an old bathroom door
\nduring some remodeling, and I never bothered to
\nchange the door knob. Because of the way the door was
\nhinged, the locking part of the doorknob was on the
\noutside.<\/p>\n
When it was time for the piano lesson to end, I came
\nup the stairs again, and pretended to discover that
\nthe door was locked. After some pounding, Joan came
\nand opened it and apologized for her mistake when she
\nhad closed it earlier. I noticed their hands brush
\nagainst each other as Scott went out the front door.<\/p>\n
I think that for a threesome to go well, the other
\nman should probably be the wife\u2019s choice; the piano
\nlessons have me thinking again of the possibility.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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