Article 87887 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an368792@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 7 Oct 1995 17:47:31 UTC
Subject: Shared Feelings (mf mff mindgame anal)

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			   Shared Feelings
				  by
				 Luke

	Let me take you back to last night. I was pissed. Brenda was
being a bitch - in the nicest possible way, of course. My efforts at
moving us toward sex were ignored, countered by innocent
interpretations of my actions, and used to lead into garrulous
accounts of friends and projects. We both knew what was going on, but
I couldn't do anything about it. We'd earlier agreed to try a week in
which Brenda initiated all sexual overtures. So now, on the second
night, I'd gotten horny, but she wasn't into it. Tough luck, guy.

	I decided to try meditation to calm my hormones. While Brenda
went on, I focused on a mantra from Heinlein, "money." No go. I
couldn't keep focus and-worse- "money" became "moaning" somehow, with
sexual overtones (surprise). I gave it up and tried instead to
meditate into the sexual feeling. I focused on how hot I felt, put my
other surroundings away, and noticed my hot groin, my tense chest, my
quick breath. I visualized what I wanted - release - and flowed my
feeling into that image. This was new to me, and it worked. I was
really enjoying being so deep into desire.

	Brenda interrupted, she started rubbing me, touching and
pressing. She scraped her breasts across my arm and stroked my shin
with her foot. She smiled seductively. Now, I have to admit, though
I'd wanted this just a few minutes before, I didn't want it right then
because I was enjoying simply being into desire, and this was
distracting. Why this perverse reversal by Brenda? It was a turnoff.

	What could I say - "Not now, dear, I have a headache"? I began
to reciprocate her stokes, kind of mechanically, I guess. Then she
started to cool down, became tentative. We were carried along a while
by momentum, which ran out, our simulated passion ending in a break in
the middle of a kiss. Brenda broke it off, asking "What's wrong?"

	"Nothing, why do you ask?"

	And so on. Eventually we got around to agreeing that it wasn't
going anywhere, that failure was bad for our agreement about her
sexual initiative, and that we'd do better next time. An amicable
compromise. We went to the bedroom. Brenda left to take a bath. Alone
again, I tried to regain my involvement in desire. At first it didn't
work, so I used one of my favorite fantasies, about my neighbor Amy.
Actually, Amy is only my favorite actress in this part; the play's the
thing.

	Here's the fantasy. I'll skip Act I, which isn't essential.
Act II opens with Amy strapped to a table, tubes running all over the
place in a hospital-like room. Amy faces up, toward me. I'm wearing a
surgical mask, drawing on an examination glove. I apply the water-
soluble lotion to the middle finger of the glove, reminding Amy to
keep calm, as this is for her benefit. She's squirming, asshole
twitching in anticipation. I insert my finger a knuckle's worth,
rotate it back and forth, then push up. Amy groans and pushes down. I
drill it up. She begins to turn from side to side, restrained by the
straps. I withdraw my finger and check the enema bag.

	The fantasy was making the meditation or whatever the right
name is for it work. I was involved in my responses. I was feeling
into the part about putting one ice cube into the saline solution when
Brenda emerged from the bathroom, wet and flushed. She was half in a
towel, using part of it to dry herself quickly. She slid into bed
still damp. Very uncharacteristic - she's normally careful and
controlled about getting things wet. She wrapped her leg over mine and
breathed on my ear. I was a bit shocked. She never comes on this
strong. Was this due to the new rules about sexual initiative?

	What was clear was that I'd better reciprocate or we were
going to have some serious problems during the next week. Again, I was
kind of caught, as my desire wasn't focused on Brenda at all, and I
didn't have any time to build up my feeling for her. So I just kept on
with the fantasy and kept feeling into it. Amy and the tubes and
whatnot came back to mind and my pecker pecked up. I kissed Brenda and
hugged her to me. It was too much effort to keep visualizing all the
scene, so I used Brenda and the bed and the bedroom instead of Amy and
the table and the hospital-like room. Let me say that I normally don't
fantasize about Brenda - though she's a babe - because I'm afraid to
complicate our relationship. She's not into a lot of the stuff I
fantasize about (indeed, I fantasize about it because we don't do it),
so it's could be awkward if I let fantasy and reality get too close
together.

	I thought about running the tube into Brenda's ass. I got
really turned on and kept pushing into my feeling. Meanwhile, back on
the physical plane, I massaged Brenda's ass. She started grinding in
me. She pinched my nipple (where did she pick up that trick?). I began
circling her rosebud with my fingertip, imagining turning on the water
flow. Brenda humped my fingertip! She normally doesn't like ass play;
no reaction is her top-of-the-line response. I just kept going into
it, thinking of releasing the clamp for the water to start flowing. My
finger made a quick visit to her slit to pick up juice for my entry
through the back door. Brenda helped inch my finger in. I put my thumb
on her clitoris and worked the thumb and finger together for a while,
both circling. I though about her getting full, bloated, heavy, urgent
to let out. I could feel my excitement like a blanket on me. Brenda
was getting incredibly excited, squeezing her nipple (that's where she
got it), humping my thumb, then impaling herself on my finger on the
back stroke. I began to plunge my finger into her ass, then stroke
along her clit on the out stroke. Sort of like I wasn't there, I
observed her come to a quick climax, hold me. Usually she wants to
stop at one, as her nub gets sensitive, but now she went on herself,
still rubbing.


	I figured this was my big chance. I stopped, put some lube on
my cock and spread her legs. I eased into her ass very slowly, gently
rubbing her clit. Now I didn't need the fantasy; I just kept focusing
on what I was feeling. Brenda pushed out on my cock, so I slid in. She
kind of hummed. I licked her nipple and pushed some more. She pushed
into me. We began a slow fucking. This was the best ever. She was hot,
tight. The lube made everything smooth. I was shaking with excitement.
Brenda was flopping around, moaning and - the only time she's done
this - half-screaming, two "ooooohhs." She revved me up. Brenda was so
lovely in her passion that I felt this was right. Despite the
excitement, I didn't come right away, I just kept going for about four
or five minutes, Brenda getting higher and higher. Eventually she
began gasping for air and jerking; she was trying to move faster and
get to the top, but she just couldn't take it further. So I took us
into orgasm. It was like a coming to the finish line for me. Brenda
said it was like the burn from the noonday sun for her. Anyway, we
came. Afterward, I pulled back to let her breathe, but she held me
around the waist to keep me on top of her. The best ever. Our only
assfuck to climax - and she didn't want me to pull out! We rested,
cuddled, eventually slept.

	Actually, I kept the light off and my breathing regular, but I
stayed awake thinking things over. Brenda's behavior was unusual. The
quick turnaround come-ons, then the passion and lack of objection to
anal sex weren't like her. They all fit my own passion and timing.
Could she have been picking up subtle cues from me? But how could she
have gotten cues through the bathroom door? Something to do with
meditation? But why stay hot when I switched to focusing on reality?
The answers weren't there, so I decided upon an experiment for the
next day.

	I skipped my exercise after work and headed straight home.
Brenda had shyly suggested we might have some action when she got home
tonight. Brenda wouldn't complete her commute for another hour. As
she always did, Amy walked her dog at 5:30, and I went out to talk to
her. As we talked, I focused on my fantasy of her and on my own
excitement. I got a hard-on but kept gabbing as if nothing were
unusual. Amy looked flustered. After a few minutes, she excused
herself and went back into her house, taking the probably surprised
dog with her. I followed because I thought she'd probably be sexually
excited, and I wanted to know for sure. I keep on thinking about my
fantasy and knocked on the door.

	"Amy? Anyone home? Are you okay?" I pushed on the door, which
opened. I closed it behind her. The dog, still leashed, was sitting in
the front room. I led it out and tied the leash to the bushes. Back in
the house, I called for Amy and stuck my head in one room after
another. The fantasy was at the part where I insert the butt plug to
keep the solution in when I arrived at Amy's bedroom. She was on the
bed, skirt up, panties pushed to the side as her fingers worked her
clit. Her other hand was inside her blouse, presumably exciting a
nipple. My heart leaped! It worked!

	"Are you okay, Amy?" I focused strongly on my own excitement.
Amy turned dazedly to me and stared.

	"Do you want me to help?" I sat down on the bed and stroked up
and down along her vaginal lips. Amy looked away, then closed her
eyes. I pulled up her blouse and nuzzled her nipple while I stroked.
She moaned. I was getting even more turned on. Amy caught my hand
between her thighs and squeezed. My cock strained toward freedom.
Should I fuck Amy?

	No. But we both needed to get off. I decided to try a little
domination. "Amy, listen. I will bring you to the best cum you've ever
had - if you do what I say." I concentrated on my excitement. "If not,
if you don't do what I say, you'll be hung up, frustrated and alone."
I thought about the square root of 361. Passion cooled and I radiated
numbness. "Do you understand?"

	Amy just looked at me blankly. I reached down slowly and took
hold of her chin, tilting it up to me. I relaxed and looked intently
into her eyes. I deepened my voice. "I will help you to climax. Pinch
your nipple." I raised her hand to her breast, closed her thumb and
forefinger on her nipple and pressed them together. This was exciting.
I focused on my rising tension.

	"Harder, Amy, press harder." She closed her eyes and pressed
harder. My cock swelled. Amy half turned and rubbed her thighs
together. "Harder yet. Hurt a bit." She squeezed and arched her back
a bit. I squeezed my cock. "Twist. Back and forth." Amy slowly turned
her fingers. "Faster, harder." I was really getting turned on and let
my excitement into my voice. Amy responded.

	"Circle your clit lightly with your right hand, Amy. Feel the
connection between your nipple and your clitoris." Amy started rapidly
rotating a finger around her button. I started jacking off in earnest,
watching her. I intensified my feelings. "Tense your legs. You'll cum
when you see me cum. Open your eyes.'' Amy looked at my hand on my
cock. I leant forward and kissed her, focusing on the feeling, then
leant back for the climax. I was too herky-jerky to shoot, so the cum
just oozed quickly out. Amy fingered faster, then softly grunted and
rolled into a ball on her side, exhausted. I felt loose - and happy:
I'd been right!

	After a bit, I realized that I had blown my chance to actually
see Amy in my fantasy or something like it. I wasn't ready for
anything physical right then, and Amy looked pretty worn out as well.
This whole scene was too much like cheating on Brenda to be a regular
thing. Unless I could get Brenda involved, of course. A threesome?
Brenda, while PC on political issues, had never shown any personal
interest in women. Maybe if she was hot enough... I began planning.

	"Amy. Amy. That was tremendous. The best. I think you have one
really satisfying orgasm left for later. I want you to have it. We'll
wait a bit." I told Amy I had to go but to come to our house in an
half hour, come straight to the bedroom. Amy had liked me for years, I
knew, and I also knew she had had bad luck with boyfriends for more
than six months. She'd come.

	"And don't wear panties." I couldn't believe I was being such
a calculating shit. And that it was working. It reminded me of how
dumbfounded Brenda was when her boss actually responded to a bimbo-
type come-on by a woman at work.

	I quickly drove down to the store for supplies. I got to the
house a few minutes before the time Brenda usually arrived. I made her
an iced tea and wrote a note, saying I'd be back within the hour,
ready for hot sex and asking her to go to the bedroom and wait, and to
think about last night and tonight. Then I hid in the bedroom closet.
After about ten minutes, Brenda came in and sat on the bed. I started
toying with my nipples and cock, meditating on my pleasure and rising
blood pressure. Brenda began her own show, stroking her breast through
her blouse, then sinking back on the bedspread. As I watched, I got
hotter and grew into the sexiness of it all.

	Brenda had her fingers busy below when Amy walked in the open
door. Amy was surprised and shocked. "Oh." She flushed. Brenda
stopped. Oops. I tried projecting as much excitement as I could, and
Brenda, groaning, fell back on the bed. Amy bit her lip, and her knees
buckled slightly. She turned and went into the bathroom. I couldn't
see or hear her. I concentrated on sending excitement, but I was
losing it, and so were they. Fuck up.

	I came out of the closet and went in the bathroom. Amy was
sitting on the toilet seat, motionless. She smiled when she saw me. I
took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, thinking of what to do.

	"Okay, Amy, lay down on the bed." At the sound of my voice,
Brenda looked up. When she saw Amy, she bolted upright. "What is this?
What are you doing?"

	The game was up.

	"Brenda, I have to confess. I've long had a fantasy and, the
past few years, I've visualized Amy in the fantasy. It's sexy but not
sex, exactly. I wanted to act out the fantasy with Amy... "

	Amy started. "Wait a second, I never agreed to act out any
fantasy. Certainly not in front of Brenda!"

	"Yes, I imagine not," said Brenda, "and why did you tell me to
wait here thinking of sex, you bastard?"

	I was sweating. Things were coming apart. "Brenda, I asked you
to wait because I didn't want to be doing things behind your back."

	"So you manipulate me? How is that an improvement?"

	I decided to be bold. "Be quiet for a moment. You're both
ruining things for yourselves, all so you can score a few debating
points. Forget the negativity for a while and focus on our real
feelings and connections. We have been close for a long time and this
is part of that. Just relax and listen to your heart, your true
feelings." I imagined them getting hot, squirming with desire, which
got me hot, which I amplified. "Amy, lay on your stomach," I firmly
commanded. She eased herself into position, face down on the bed.

	"Brenda, if this is turning you on at all," I said, as I
projected as much as possible of my tingly nipples and a growing
erection, "then do as I say and lift up Amy's skirt over her back."
Brenda, looking flushed, leaned forward and hitched up Amy's skirt
until her entire behind was exposed. I got hotter. They got hotter.

	"Amy, spread your arms and legs as far apart as possible." She
spread-eagled herself on the bed, then I got Brenda to bring out four
nylon stockings - I told her we'd replace them if necessary. "Use the
stockings to tie her to the four corners of the bed."

	As I watched Brenda tie Amy to the bed frame, my breathing
went faster. I felt into my tension and excitement. I picked up the
lubricant from beside the bed. "Okay, Brenda, warm this up a bit, then
put it in her ass."

	Brenda made a face, but she took the tube and squeezed some on
her finger and transferred it to Amy's rosebud. Amy jumped a bit at
the cold. "Spread it around inside her. Do it like you'd like it done
for you." Brenda hesitantly pushed some of the goop in with her
forefinger, then came out and pushed some more in. As I got excited by
the sight, Brenda relaxed and began rotating her finger and angling it
in and out. Amy pushed back against the intruder. They went on for
nearly two minutes, with slow, increasingly sensual strokes.

	"Brenda, now go to the bathroom. You'll find a new enema and
tube in the closet. Fill the bag, attach the tube and come back here."
Brenda went right away, without any question. I knew she could hear
me, so I went over to Amy and played with her nipples, talking about
it all the time. Then I squeezed her ass cheeks. "Do you want
something else between these, in your ass? You're going to get it, you
know. It'll really fill you up." Amy started wriggling her butt and
pumping against me.

	When Brenda brought the bag and tube back, I looked into her
eyes. "Do you want to put this into Amy?" Brenda nodded. Good, I was
probably too excited by now to do it myself, and I broadcast that
feeling - we shared everything now.

	Brenda bent over Amy and slowly put the tip of the nozzle to
Amy's asshole. "Grease it up first," I said. She stopped to get the
lubricant and applied it, then again put the nozzle to the dark hole
and, with a little turning, eased it in. Amy let out a low "ah," and
relaxed her ass. Brenda kept inserting the tube, sometimes pulling
back a bit before pushing in again. Her left hand went to her breast
and began playing.

	"Now lift up the bag and release the clip." Brenda did, and
the water flowed in, not too fast. I went to the bathroom closet and
returned with the butt plug. Brenda and I kissed, my tongue wetly
stroking hers. I handed her the butt plug and took the enema bag,
flipping the clip. She massaged Amy's buttocks, then pulled out the
tube. Brenda bent down and looked closely at Amy's ass. I said, "Amy,
you're leaking. Let Brenda fix it." Amy nodded a little.

	Brenda placed the butt plug up against Amy's asshole. I was
going out of my mind with anticipation and firing the emotion around.
Amy squirmed, and Brenda rotated the plug up her ass. Amy pulled on
her bonds and gave a little sob of excitement. I couldn't let Brenda
alone, so I teased her twat with two fingers. Brenda almost jumped
into my fingers, humping as she gave the butt plug a final push.

	We both looked at Amy, then turned and kissed, our hands
roving over each other. I whispered, "Have her eat you." Brenda's eyes
flashed. Then she moved to the head of the bed and scooted in front
of Amy's head. Lifting Amy by the hair, she put her pussy under Amy's
lips and said "Do me." I started stroking Amy's ass, and Amy started
licking and lapping.

	Was I hot enough to come without any contact? Was Amy? Nearly,
but I was afraid that the excitement might die. I slapped Amy's ass
cheek, one side then the other. Brenda said "Yes!" and humped herself
against Amy's mouth and nose. I was really ready to fuck someone but -
the butt plug being in the way - no hole was accessible, and Brenda
was too far gone to suck me off. I pinched and slapped Amy a few more
times, then removed the butt plug.

	Before she could leak, I eased into her. Amy began jerking her
hips back against me. Seeing Brenda pinch her nips as Amy mouthed her
had me floating in a sensual high, but then Amy's pumping soon got to
me and I began to approach climax. Brenda started 'ah ah ah' sounds
and closed her eyes. Amy became disorganized in her pumping so I took
over, ramming it home until we both came, just after Brenda flopped
over, exhausted and happy.

	Later, we untangled and Amy went to the bathroom, then home.
I'll spare you the awkwardness.

	So, I'm writing to you now, hours after this highlight of my
sexual life. You are my e-mail friend, and I need your advice. How
should I handle this? Should I tell Brenda what I suspect? Should we
continue with Amy? Should I tell Amy that her dog is tied to the
bushes? Let me know.