We slept late, all of us. Mark and Donna were the first to wake. When Wendy and I woke we were alone in the big bed, her laying with her back to me. I cuddled up to her in a spooning position and listened to her breathing. She stirred and rolled over to face me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. "I feel like last night was a dream." She whispered.
"I know what you mean." I said. "But it's not a dream. Here we are in all this glorious flesh. Together, with so much to share and experience together. It's like a weight lifted. I was almost ready to accept that I would never find someone who could appreciate my true nature."
The smell of coffee overwhelmed us. "Let's get some coffee and we can talk more, okay?"
When we entered the kitchen Mark and Donna welcomed us with smiles. "And how are our two lovers this morning/" Donna asked.
"Wonderful. We thought we'd get some coffee and talk for a while." I answered. It was a little strange but I was completely at ease taking the dominant role in the conversation even though I should have been the outsider here. After all, it had only been one night. Mark and Donna had showered and dressed but Wendy and I were still naked.
"You might want to slip something on, it's a little chilly out" Donna suggested.
"That's a good idea. I'll get us some clothes." Wendy responded and disappeared to the rear of the house. Mark and Donna were seated at the breakfast bar. The kitchen wasn't large but it had an island with a breakfast bar and lots of cooking space. As I walked around the bar Donna rose and met me face to face and I felt her reach and cup my balls and caress my flaccid cock. She was looking me in the eyes and asked "Are you for real?" I understood her question to mean was I just working the situation to get what I wanted. Was I going to disappear and leave her friend hurt and alone again.
"I understand your concern, both of you." I said as I looked from her to her husband. "And I know it might take some time for you to really trust this, but I promise you, I'm not planning on going anywhere."
They looked at each other, then at me and finally smiled. "Okay, we'll give you two some privacy. Then later maybe we can all talk some more." Mark suggested.
"That would be perfect.' I assured them. Wendy returned wearing a simple flannel PJ outfit. She also brought me some of the same. "These might be a little big on you but they'll keep you warm." She laughed. I liked her laugh. It was simple and genuine. I thought it told me that she was at ease.
"I love those PJ's.' I said. "They're sexy on you.
"Somehow I think that everything is sexy to you." She said laughing again.
"Well, I admit I have a huge sexual appetite and varied interests, but not everything is sexy. I like simple things, things that aren't complicated. I think sexual communication shouldn't be a puzzle that someone has to sort out. It should just be direct. Like your PJ's, simple, uncomplicated by worrying over what they look like. Functional. That makes them look sexy." She did a fashion turn, showing them off, along with her breasts and her ass, then smiled and did a bow. "Fabulous" I said as I cupped a breast in my hand and gave her a kiss. "Would you like something to eat?"
"Mmm, yes I'm starving."
"Okay, let me cook us up something."
"You cook too?" She seemed surprised.
"Well, I'm not a chef, it's just breakfast." I laughed.
I cooked us some omelets and we sat at the bar and ate and talked. We shared about our previous marriages and families and work history and all kinds of things. It wasn't sex talk but it told me a lot about who she was and that had everything to do with our sexual identities. I hoped she was learning as much as I was. Eventually we got around to the sex thing. My sense was that she was really shy, unsure about some of her sexuality. She had no reason no to be confident about her looks but like so many women I think she compared herself to all the wrong things.
"So, Let me try some things I think I know about you and see how I do, okay" I asked her.
"I don't know if I know myself very well, really, but okay."
"First, You like when someone else is in charge. I think it releases you from having to think or make decisions, makes it easier for you to just open completely up and let everything wash over you. You don't like to give yourself permission to do that. I think you think you don't deserve it, but you do, because everyone does. Second, everything revolves around your clit. You have a sensitive, strong clit that generates most of your pleasure. You love it sucked and fingered and rubbed and licked and just generally stimulated in every way. I especially love that, by the way. Thirdly, your nipples are connected to it as well, when I was pulling and tweaking them you felt it all in your clit. Even while fucking you want your clit to be stimulated. It keeps your arousal going longer. How am I doing?" She was blushing a little.
"You're right about most of it. I do enjoy the feeling of a cock just pumping me, but it sure adds pleasure when my clit is stimulated too."
"See, you know yourself better than you think. You're just afraid to focus on things."
"Maybe."
"No maybe, lover. But we have a long time to work on it together, right?"
"You're really serious, aren't you? I mean, last might was amazing and all, but part of me thought that reality would set in this morning and it would have been a fun time with some incredible sex and that would be it. It's happened before. It's disappointing but ..."
