Chapter 4: Two On One - Like Old Times
Sharing A Shower
The shower attached to our playroom is large, with 5 stations for showering. The center station includes a couple of plastic hand grips on ropes descending from the ceiling. Deni took hold of the grips and stood in the middle of the shower. Jace entered the shower with her, trying to take it all in. I stayed behind to unroll and stretch out a triple-width futon pad we had in the playroom.
As they walked into the glass-walled shower, Jace was totally focused on my wife, so I took a moment to focus on Jace's butt. Unlike Jace, I have never been with a guy, but I admit to being a little curious. Looking at his ass, I stiffened as I wondered what would happen on our next visit. One of Deni's greatest fantasies, in fact a driving fantasy for bringing a man into our bed, is to be fucked by a guy who is in turn being fucked in the ass by another guy. That was likely to come up next time. Since she got a strap-on a few years ago, anal sex was a two-way street between us, so I was okay with doing something. I knew that when the time came, she would have preferences. I wondered who would she prefer in the middle of that arrangement, getting fucked, and fucking her: him or me? Did I have a preference? Would she want to rim the guy in the middle before we started, or would she want the other guy to do it? What hole would she pick to be fucked in? These were all questions to consider, questions that might well be answered in a couple of months when Jace visited here again. After a moment I put the questions out of my mind and joined the other two in the shower.
Deni was in position, holding the grips. She is tall (5 foot 11) and stretched out like this she looks magnificent. Jace was not sure of what to do. I started turning on the water taps, which are on automated settings (with instant-on heaters) for the correct temperature as soon as they are turned on. Cali is so very non-wasteful of clean water and dirty energy.
There is something about a woman's body posed in extension, vulnerable, with her arms over her head, as Deni was posed. I think it makes her much more attractive and desirable. Maybe part of it is the total lack of defense in the posture, with the arms extended they cannot hinder any action. Plus, nothing is covered, she is totally exposed. Her breasts stand proud on her chest, her pussy is completely out in the open and the prominence of her mound is evident. Her mouth is there for the plundering by the man's lips should he desire. If such a woman is within reach there is an almost overwhelming urge to put ones hands on her, to feel and caress everywhere, especially the intimate places, or in ways you might expect her to object to. Finally, I think it is the pose that allows any woman's most beautiful features to catch the eye.
For me, a large part of this is the exposure of the underarms. As a culture, we are conditioned to associate this region of the body with shame, we cover it with ointments and even touching it is "weird" according to one commercial for an underarm product. But not all cultures have such an anti-natural bias, and I think there is a natural primitive urge that remains. When a woman exposes her armpit so openly to a man, she says she is completely vulnerable and available to him. The man, in turn, wrestles with social conditioning versus the more primal urges to lick and kiss and smell and give loving bites to every part of her, including that part of her that society denies.
When Deni took hold of the grips she was posed with her legs spread and her muscles in relaxed tension; it was how we installed them some years ago. At this setting their was no real strain, her feet were flat and her arms were supporting only themselves. But the look was compelling. I loved to caress her when she was like this. Also, as it was a multi-person shower, the pose conveyed an implicit invitation for any and all present to explore her body with their hands; she would not object and she would not interfere. We went one step further - the ropes holding the hand grips also carried hoses, so when activated, a sheet of water could run down her arms and body. Water is a release agent, it frees inhibitions. In this case, the arrangement also kept Deni's hair dry, which was something she insisted on, given the constraints of the world outside our shower room.
Besides the hoses on the hand-grip there were conventional shower heads - shoulder height sprays and rainfalls on the ceiling - plus hand-held units.
Despite living here for five years I was the only man who had been with Deni in this shower - until today. (There had been a few other women joining her, before and after hot tub or sunbathing sessions; they looked, but did not touch.) Now Jace was with her, and his conditioned inhibitions were at odds with his desires. Deni had to urge him on.
"Look at me Jace, we all know what you want to do to me. Go ahead, why else would I be posed like this with you? We designed this shower with those desires in mind."
She turned to me. "Elliot, position 2." I pushed the button, the height of the grips was adjustable via a motor; there were presets for Deni. Position 2 raised the ropes slightly, so to keep her grip she had to rise from a flat-footed relaxed pose to lifting up slightly on her toes. Her arms were now holding some of her body weight bringing muscles into tension, and her heels were off the ground, like wearing high heels, doing the same for her legs. Her arms, torso and especially her legs were more attractive with her muscles taut. Jace could see what she was doing to make herself more attractive to him.
Deni urged him on. "I know what you want to do with your hands. Go ahead, I would love for that to happen. My husband won't mind... soon he will join in. But you get first crack so go ahead, do what you wish."
Finally he did. Jace stepped up close, raised both his hands to her arms, and then drew them down her sides, caressing her arms, underarms, torso, hips and finally her thighs. Deni moaned for the length of the long body caress. "That was nice Jace, but you want more, don't you? Go ahead, why do you think I am strung up like this?" This further emboldened Jace, his next move was to step close, so close his erect cock was pressed against my wife's belly. She sighed at the contact and encouraged to do more. He took her head in both hands. Cradling it like a treasure, he pressed his mouth to her in a deep, passionate kiss that reprised what they had done, and what they had felt, roughly 14 years ago when they were 18 years old and dating.
This was the romantic kiss that encompassed the one worry I had about this plan for bringing my wife together with her former lover. I felt my stomach drop in fear, I will admit the strength of my emotional reaction caught me a little off guard; they were really kissing like it meant something. I had to wonder, how much was passionate lust of the moment, and how much was sincere affection, buried in a box years ago, when she picked Jace as her ideal partner for the games, and for their private games, which went all the way. Had I opened Pandora's box? There were no clues while they were in the embrace.
When they finally parted Deni and Jace were both a little breathless, looking at each other with these intense, almost giddy smiles. They were clearly sharing memories of past feeling, past intimacies, and my heart almost stopped. But after a few breaths I got a sign from both of them. Jace's hands went to her nipples, twisting and pulling playfully; I knew her nubs felt very good, but I also knew that the abrupt move signaled lust, it was not the soft caress that would herald a spark of love. At the same time my wife glanced at me again with a big, sincere 'thank you' smile that said I had brought her exactly what she had long dreamed about, the perfect two-legged sex toy with the good working parts and all the extra bells and whistles. Then she gasped a little, and gave another moan of lust in reaction to what Jace was doing to her nipples.