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   {ASSM}<*> From Poul's Viewpoint (F/M, voy.), by Jennifer Doalfer

   This story is an experiment.  Instead of always writing the stories
based upon either my old notes or on a dream, I thought it might be fun to
actually write a story about what a guy could be imagined to experience.  I
have chosen to write about something which could have taken place, and
which I have an easy time imagining, because I know the people and the
setting.  In this story I get my husband Poul to have a sexual experience
with one of my good friends, a nurse at the hospital where we work, during
a holiday trip to Sweden.  If this works out, and readers don't mind me
writing about sex seen from the male side, I am also thinking of writing a
story seen from the point of view of Mike, the nurse's husband, when he
gets an opportunity to be with me.  I am quite thrilled with the thought of
writing about a sexual encounter with me seen from the other side.  But for
now, this story leads nicely into that possibility.

   From Poul's Viewpoint

   Two summers ago, we went to a cottage in Sweden with a pair of our very
good friends.  It was a beautiful site, right on the coast with cliffs (we
don't have any cliffs in Denmark) and beautiful sandy lagoons, with clear
views inland for miles around.

   We had known our friends Sarah and Mike for many years, but we had never
been on holiday together.  Mike had been offered the use of this cottage
for two weeks, and since he was a very active sports fisherman, and the
fishing here was supposed to be marvellous, he was very keen on going. 
However, Sarah didn't like the idea of two weeks 'alone' in a remote site
in Sweden, so she had suggested they invited us along as she and my wife,
Jennifer, were good friends.  I didn't like fishing, but didn't mind some
time away from the city.  I enjoyed long walks, trips into the local town,
sunbathing and swimming, and preparing Mike's catch of the day, on the
patio grill.

   We had spent the first week dozing in the sun while Mike was fishing -
quite successfully actually - when I stepped on one of Mike's hooks, hidden
in the sand.  Nothing serious, but enough to keep me from our usual morning
swim.  The house was right on a protruding cliff, splitting the beach and
creating two small lagoons, where you could only go from one to the other
by swimming around the cliff.  Usually we would start the day with a nude
swim at our own lagoon, as the cliff offered total privacy for both
couples. We would then get into our dressing gowns and join up for a long
and healthy breakfast.

   On the morning after the hook-in-foot incident however, I decided I
would stay in bed rather than go swimming, as my foot didn't look too good.
I heard Jennifer get up, but she told me to stay in bed.  She would let me
know when the food was ready.  I turned around and tried to go to sleep
again.  I couldn't though, and decided to get up and get a book to read. 
As I grabbed a book from the shelf I happened to look out of the window.  I
hadn't really thought about it, but as it turned out, I had a perfect view
of the part of the beach where Sara and Mike went swimming.  I couldn't
help looking to see when they emerged.

   Now, I need to explain that Jennifer is a real beauty.  She is very well
proportioned, long legs, very trim body and large, firm breasts.  She has
beautiful hair and big brown eyes.  I love her very much and I don't
usually look at other girls because I am very satisfied, in all ways, with
Jennifer.  Sarah on the other hand is a rather small blonde, very pale and
skinny, and with very small breasts.  She has a cheeky look on her face
though, and she is very charming, so you can't help liking her.  But
sexually I have never thought much about her.

   Because of the overhang I couldn't see the beach, so the first thing I
saw was Sara dipping her toes in the water.  As I had expected, she had no
clothes on and as she turned round, apparently calling for Mike, I noticed
that her breasts were marginally bigger than I had thought they would be.
She never wore a bra, and from what I had seen through t-shirts and her
thin morning dressing gown, they appeared to be only small, teenage-sized
buds.  Now I could see there actually was a bit of contour showing the full
outline of a set of very perky breasts.  Despite my previous lack of
interest in Sarah, I must admit I started to feel aroused.  As I grabbed my
binoculars for a closer look, I felt a bit guilty and bent down to hide
behind the flowers on the windowsill.  She was so skinny you could see each
rib, and her tight stomach muscles.  Her legs did not appear to join at the
crotch and she had a bottom like a boy's.  Still - I was getting excited.

   I got a real surprise when into the view of the binoculars appeared not
Mike, but Jennifer, also completely nude.  I compared the two girls - there
was such a difference.  Jennifer was so perfect - but in some way Sarah,
all of a sudden, seemed more exciting.  I was wondering about this
phenomenon when I now realised that Mike must be there too.  I moved my
angle of view and, quite right, he was now getting into the water - also
totally nude.  What was going on here?  We had always swum separately.  Not
that we were particularly shy, just that it had seemed right on the first
day.  Maybe without me they had decided it was safer for Jennifer to be
with them.  I guess that would have made sense - I was just surprised that
they were still in the nude when together.  Not that I minded - I just felt
excluded in some way.  I knew Mike thought Jennifer was attractive, who
wouldn't!  I also didn't mind him having a look, as a matter of fact as I
was looking at him, staring at Jennifer's breasts at arms' length, I was
getting a very hard erection.

   But they behaved themselves commendably.  I thought maybe Jennifer could
have been a bit more modest, but she didn't appear to mind Mike staring at
her.  I looked at Sara and wondered what it would be like if we switched
partners.  I guess I wouldn't mind, but I got more excited at the thought
of Mike and Jennifer together.  As they were coming back to the shore I
felt a bit ridiculous standing there stark naked with a huge erection,
staring at my wife and a couple of friends having a swim, so I lay down
with the book and tried to get the pictures out of my head.

   I must have dozed off with these pictures in my head anyway, for when
Jennifer came back, I had to hide my erection, which hadn't gone down.  She
dropped her dressing gown and teasingly let me look while she put on her
day clothes, explaining she would have to go into town to shop for
tonight's meal.  Did I want to come along?  No not really - I used my sore
foot as an excuse.  I felt more like dozing in the sun, dreaming about my
morning vision.  By the time I got up, showered, and put on my own dressing
gown to go and eat, she had almost finished eating.  I had to sit next to
Sarah as that was the only free seat.  Again, I didn't mind, I just
wondered why the set-up with each couple sitting together had changed just
because I wasn't there.

   Sarah asked about my foot and wanted to see it, which was a bit awkward
as it was difficult to get my foot up without the dressing gown opening up.
These dressing gowns had been in the house when we arrived; they were a
kind of Japanese kimono thing, with a rope which tied around the waist;
they didn't have any buttons, fasteners or the like, so you had to be a bit
careful the material didn't all of a sudden come open.  Jennifer especially
had had trouble containing her breasts, which seemed to have a will of
their own to free themselves.

   Sarah claimed my foot was looking all right, but that I had to be
careful not to get too much sand into the still-open sore.  She should
know, she's a nurse at our casualty ward.

   As Jennifer left, Sarah reached over the table to pick up Jennifer's
magazine.  As she did her kimono split open giving me a perfect view of her
small breasts.  As I said, the kimonos were difficult to control, but I
hadn't noticed Sarah having problems, as she would usually sit across from
me where I couldn't see sideways down her front.  However from this side it
was very obvious.  I tried to concentrate on my food, but had to struggle
to keep my growing erection from slipping out of the front of my kimono. 
Jennifer might have trouble keeping her breasts in place, but Sarah had the
opposite problem.  As her breasts didn't fill out the material, her breasts
and nipples became very visible as soon as she moved in a way where the
material would lift only the slightest bit away from the chest -and the
smooth silk did just that every time she reached for anything.  I couldn't
help looking, but was worried that Mike would see me staring at Sarah's
breasts.  However, he was busy telling us his fishing plans, and every time
he looked out of the window I grabbed the chance to have a look.  I would
have thought it would be obvious to Sarah; girls usually seem so aware of
people looking at them.  Maybe she was and didn't care.  I certainly did,
and maybe she was aware, for her nipples appeared to be very erect.  Even
through the kimono they were very obvious.

   Soon after Mike had left for his daily dose of fishing, and as we still
could see Jennifer's jeep bucking over the rough dirt track heading for the
main road 2 miles away, Sara finished eating.  The table stood at a bow
window, with fixed benches around the three sides, with full view over the
ocean.  There wasn't much room for legs, and one had to squeeze in to sit
at the table, but there was a nice thick cushion tied to the wall as a
backrest, but you had to sit quite far back to reach it.  Not a terribly
comfortable arrangement so, in order to relax and read, Sarah had moved to
the end of the bench and seated herself against the backrest that ran at
ninety degrees to ours.  She pulled one leg up under her and let the other
hang over the side.  As she moved I was sure her kimono would slip to give
a clear view of her crotch, but she managed to pull it down just enough to
cover any view.  In doing so her kimono instead split apart down the front,
showing a large amount of cleavage, but not actually showing any breast. 
Had that been Jennifer her breast would have jumped out uncontrollably.  I
was a bit disappointed but continued with my breakfast while I kept
squinting at her.

   I might have been completely wrong, and I might have been imagining
things in my excitement over the morning's view, but my intuition is often
right, and I definitely felt that Sarah was aware of my attention and that
she was deliberately not closing her kimono.  She had the magazine covering
her face, so I could look as much as I liked.  I felt certain that she was
holding the magazine up high in that way, to allow me to look, and that it
was getting her excited.  I could see her chest moving with fast shallow
breaths, which to me seemed like the breathing of a person getting sexually
excited.  I certainly was.  At one point she moved a bit and the kimono
split apart further.  She pulled it up a bit, but actually managed to
loosen the material so it fell further away and exposed the small curves at
the bottom of the breasts, just not quite exposing the nipples.  What
happened instead, was that the kimono opened at her crotch, revealing that
she had actually put on a small pair of panties - much to my
disappointment.

   I couldn't believe how disappointed that got me.  I don't know what I
had expected, but I had been waiting for the kimono to open up just a
little bit more, and reveal the small tuft of hair above her clit, which I
knew from watching her with the strong binoculars, was all the hair she had
there.  As I had finished eating, I wiped my mouth and turned towards
Sarah, now obviously facing her, so she couldn't pretend not knowing I was
looking.  However, as she didn't change her position, I pulled her hand
lowering the magazine and asked her what was she reading that was so
thrilling.

   She explained it was an article about a lady who had started a dating
bureau for people who wanted a little extra excitement in their lives, and
were interested in uncompromising flings on the side.  Apparently, this
morning on the beach, Jennifer had been talking about the article and she,
Sarah, had wanted to read it for herself.  I asked her what the conclusion
was.  She said she hadn't finished it, but Jennifer had explained that the
idea was that it would increase the excitement in a normal relationship, so
that everybody would benefit from it.  I asked her what she thought about
it.  She put on her very winning, cheeky smile, looked me right in the eye
and said this morning Jennifer had said she thought that it was a good
idea, and she herself had to admit there might be something in it.  She
demonstratively closed the conversation by lifting up the magazine again to
cover her face, but at the same time she put her other leg up on the seat,
so that the kimono split completely, and revealed that her very small
panties didn't cover her crotch at all.

   I felt my dick jump.  This was almost worse than if she had worn
nothing. She was so obviously glistening wet!  The panties were digging
into her crotch, revealing two very swollen lips, and were soaked where
they dug into her.  I am sure that she had spread her legs to be
provocative, but I doubt if she was aware just how revealing it was.  This
was an invitation if I had ever seen one.  But I didn't dare ruin a good
friendship if it wasn't, so I just carefully put a hand on her knee and
said that she had to let me know if she felt that Jennifer's conclusion was
right.  She just grunted something in confirmation as she sank a bit
further down in the seat.  I kept my hand at the same place, so that by
moving she actually made my hand slide a couple of inches up her inner
thigh.  She didn't stop me, or say anything, which I took as an invitation
to go exploring further up the inside of her thigh, nearer her crotch which
was now as fully revealed as possible, due to the restriction of the table
preventing her spreading her legs any wider.

   I quit all hesitation and as my fingers reached one lip and played with
the wonderfully shaven and smooth skin, she finally lowered the magazines
and said her conclusion was that Jennifer was most likely right.  It was
certainly worth a try.  I slipped a finger under the panties and lifted
them out of her crotch so I could get a finger on her clit.  As I hit it,
she bend over backwards undoing the cord of the kimono and spreading it to
the sides, revealing her now very erect nipples on her very exciting, small
breasts.

   I couldn't believe I was doing this to Sarah.  And I couldn't believe
how excited I had become.  I had given up hiding my erection and my dick
was now straining to get out.  Sarah lifted her bottom off the seat so I
could remove her panties, and as she settled down again she moved over and
undid the cord around my kimono pulling the sides apart so my dick now
stood up glistening wet, shakily pointing over the edge of the table. 
Sarah stood on the seat and put a leg on each side of me as she sat down on
the table in front of me.  I helped her get the kimono completely off.  She
turned around a bit so she could clear the table behind her.  As she did,
she looked out the window to where Mike was standing on the edge of the
water, completely engrossed in his fishing.

   "I wonder what he is thinking of right now?" she said.

   "Probably Jennifer's breasts," I replied.

   I kissed a knee, tracing along the inside of her thigh with a wet
tongue, ending with a soft kiss on her protruding love button as she
lowered herself backwards onto the table, and arching her back rested her
head on it, pushing her small erect nipples into the air.

   "So you saw us down at the beach this morning," she said with a shaky
voice, as I sucked her love button into my mouth, working it over with my
tongue.

   I only grunted an affirmative sound, as I didn't want to let go.

   "I thought you might have.  I knew your window overlooked our lagoon,
but it never seemed to be a problem as you were always swimming at the same
time as us.  But this morning I knew that you would be able to watch.  I
thought, if you could watch me naked, then Mike could see Jennifer, so I
invited her along.  I know he keeps looking at her tits all the time
anyway."

   I stopped and looked up at her.  She had gripped her nipples between her
fingers and was rubbing them whilst at the same time she was rocking her
head back and forth as she was speaking.  How she managed to concentrate on
talking I don't know, as she seemed so excited.  I then realised that
talking about Mike and Jennifer was getting her even more excited.  She
continued:
"I know I am not as pretty as Jennifer, so I can understand why he keeps
looking at her.  I don't care.  Do you think she finds him attractive?" she

asked.

   I stopped again to answer that I didn't know.  But I had the feeling,
watching them this morning, that she liked him watching Jennifer.

   "Well," she said, she might like being watched, but I am going to be the
first of us to get fucked by the other one's husband.  She raised herself
up and sat right on the edge of the table.  I sat up as well, moving a bit
closer to the edge, so my dick was right outside her pussy.  It was
throbbing, glistening wet and blue, about an inch from her opening, but I
was not able to reach it from that position.  She grabbed it and slowly let
herself slide over the edge of the table.  As she guided it in, she let
herself sink all the way down over it.  I don't know how she managed it;
theoretically there should not have been room to do this, but she was so
supple that she could split her legs all the way out to the side.  She was
incredibly tight.  Maybe splitting her legs so far apart, made it possible
for her to close tighter around me.  It was an incredible feeling as she
started to move up and down.  I wanted to move down so I could kiss her
nipples, but I really couldn't move.  She must have known what I wanted
because she arched over backwards so I could get at them.

   Small tits like these were just so arousing to me.  In this position
they were stretched and didn't appear to protrude more than perhaps an
inch. But the nipples stood out another half inch.  How different they were
from Jennifer's nice, well-formed breasts.  Maybe not so perfect and
beautiful, but just so exciting.

   "Bite me," she said.  And I did.  "Harder - I want it to hurt."

   I didn't want to hurt her for real, so I squeezed her nipples with my
fingers instead, until she screamed in what I took to be agony, but from
her responses, appeared to be pleasure.

   By now she was moving at an impossible speed, and I could hardly hold
myself back.  But she seemed to move like a rabbit, in spasms at an
incredible pace.  I had to make her come soon or I would come first.  I dug
a finger into the now almost melted butter bowl, and greased a finger,
which I then plunged up into her tight anus.  She almost lifted herself off
me as she screamed as if in pain.  I thought I had better take it out, but
she plunged down on it and told me not to stop.  She kept plunging down on
my finger and my dick, but now at a speed I could control, at least until
she started to climax.  She was shaking all over, rocking the table so
everything was falling off.  I felt it was safe to let go, so as she
finally collapsed on me, I came in a gigantic burst with a strength I can't
remember ever having had before.  She was still convulsing up and down on
my finger as she was shaking and sobbing.  When she finally stopped I kept
working my finger in and out, and from the look on her face, obviously
still pleasuring her.

   "I think Jennifer and the article are right - it is very exciting to do
something 'on the side'," she said out of breath.

   She lifted herself off me, but holding on to my hand that had a finger
up her anus, indicated she wanted me to keep my finger there.  She slowly
stood up on the seat, hovering over me, offering her pussy to my face
again. I licked her very wet pussy which was dripping with sweat, mixed
with her juices and my cum, and which was running out of her.  She was
almost choking me as she again surprised me with her agility.  She was able
to move in that position, so I just had to stick out my tongue and hold
still as she started to move back and forth.  I had a finger in her anus
and my thumb in her vagina, mostly just fighting to hold them still while
she was riding them.  I exchanged the tongue for a finger from the other
hand, and leant back so I could watch her.  She was supporting herself on a
beam with one hand, and squeezing a nipple with the other one. 
Fortunately, we were at the other side of the table, and not at the side by
the window, from where Mike could be seen fishing.  I imagine anybody on
the beach would have been able to see her through the window.  Her
rabbit-like movements soon brought her to another orgasm.  I watched in
fascination as she was completely lost in her own feelings and pleasure. 
After she had stopped shaking after the second orgasm that morning, she
finally sat down on the table in front of me, and taking my head between
her hands, kissed me passionately.

   "I know I don't look as good as Jennifer, but it seems like you didn't
mind too much," she said as she grabbed my slowly reawakening dick.

   "Jennifer might be pretty, I said, but your body is exciting in a
completely different way," I said completely truthfully.

   "I wish Mike would also think so, he's so square.  How is Jennifer in
bed?"

   "Nice, comfortable, loving," I said.

   "But just a little bit boring?" Sarah asked

   "No, not really.  We know each other very well and we know exactly how
to please each other.  But doing something completely different, is very
exciting." She was now working my dick into another wakening up.

   "Stand up," she said, and as I did she grabbed my dick and put it in her
mouth.  My head touched the ceiling when I stood up, so I was slouching up
against the window.  She started working on it in a way I had never tried
before.  Jennifer is very good at giving head, but this was incredible. 
She didn't try to take it deep throat, but she knew exactly where to lick
and twist to make it excruciatingly good.  I almost screamed as she now put
a finger in my anus and squeezed her thumb and the finger together,
stimulating my prostate.  As I came she moved her head and I squirted all
the way across the table.

   "I think we better clean up," she said after a while, as she grabbed her
panties and kimono, and moved away.  I ran after her and turned her around;
I hugged her and gave her a long, warm and passionate kiss.

   "Careful," she said laughing, "remember this is only supposed to be
exciting 'sex-on-the-side'."

   She was right of course, but at that moment I was burning for her.

   I got my kimono back on and started to clear up the stuff that had
fallen off the table, and my come which had hit the seat on the other side.
She cleared away the things into the little kitchen.

   I pinned her against the kitchen table and gave her another passionate
kiss.  She didn't seem to mind when her kimono slipped open again.  I was
playing with her nipples, lightly teasing them, when I saw over her
shoulder that Jennifer's car was approaching over the distant dunes.  I
didn't want to stop and she also complained when I did, but the car was
fast approaching.

   "Just one thing," she said as she also watched Jennifer's car arriving.
"If there is a chance for Mike and Jennifer to get together, promise me you
won't stop them.  I want Mike to stop dreaming about her, and realise how
much better he is off with me, and how beauty doesn't always mean
everything in sex."

   "Why is it I get the feeling, you will try anything to get them
together?" I asked mockingly.

   "Well, do you mind?" she asked.

   "No, I actually find the thought exciting.  I wouldn't mind having a
peek to see how she takes it."

   "Well," she said,"let's try and arrange it."