"Yes, they're great."
"You're not jealous?"
"No, because you're here with me now, not them." She nodded and then laughed when I added, "You traded up."
"You're a bit rare. My men generally don't mind when I tell them about my women, but not my other men."
"You've had more men than women?"
She smiled enigmatically, "Oh, twice as many."
"So six men."
She smiled enigmatically, "More than that."
"Um, from what you said..."
"And that was the truth," she smiled and winked wickedly.
"So..."
"Don't confuse what I actually said with what I meant you to infer."
"So, Darlene was your third..."
"Yes, and there were others after her."
"So you've been very busy recently."
She grinned, "No, no. It's quite simple. Darlene was the third, and then there were three after her, and then I ran into her again at a party after a few years. Well, she was sort of the third, we rubbed each other off at a party, then I learned she had a girlfriend already and I didn't have anything more to do with her till I ran into her by accident much later and she was single. But she did give me an orgasm and I did give her one, so I count her as my third woman."
"Aaaaah."
"And I didn't know whether you'd be scared at having a woman with so much of a past, so I told you just enough for starting out."
As we kissed I caressed her breasts, and as her body responded, she asked, "Would you like to hear some more?"
"Of course!"
She reached down and lightly touched the underside of the head of my cock and said, "I suppose you'd like to hear how it turned out with Phil."
"Is it interesting?"
She laughed, "Babe, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" She rolled a little to face me more directly and continued, "So, like I said before, kind of, my first month with Phil was exactly what I'd wanted from him. I learned a lot about how a man responds, what a man likes, and what I liked a man to do to me. I'd started on the pill a week or so before I seduced Phil, so after three weeks we were...latex-free, and if anything Phil was even more of a stud then. Even in his mid-30s, he was up for it three or four times a day. But that was partly..."
After a long pause, I asked, "Partly what?"
She smiled sweetly, "Good, you're paying attention." We laughed and she continued, "Well, about our second week I went to his closet to find a new box of condoms and dug around a bit. I found his movies. I was really surprised."
"You'd seen porn before, right? All guys have porn."
She smiled, "No, they were his home movies."
"Oh. Videotapes?"
"No, he was a lawyer. An unmarried lawyer who works in property law. You can imagine he had the best camera money could buy. These were burned onto CDs."
"I see."
"No, I know you, you mean you'd like to see." We laughed and she continued, "I know I did. So, I got the condoms and went back to bed, and when he came in I started going down on him, and a bit before he was ready to burst I stopped and squeezed the head of his cock and told him, 'I saw you have movies. I want to watch them.'
"He said, 'No, I really don't think that's a good idea.'
"I said I thought it was a great idea. Finally I wore him down and we went into the living room and he put the first one on. And then I knew why he didn't want to show me at first, but I am a very persuasive woman."
"Um, did he swing both ways?"
"Oh, maybe, but that wasn't why."
"Why?"
She smiled, "Well, let me set the scene here. We sat down on his couch and he started the disc, and oh, it was high quality enough! It was filmed in his bedroom and he was on the bed nude and fully hard, just a beautiful man, and a busty blonde came and sat down next to him, and when she faced the camera I hit him in the ribs with my elbow and said, 'You fucked my father's old secretary?'
"He nodded and said, 'Best she'd ever been fucked too.'
"Well, this was interesting. Rhonda was in her mid-20s and a real stunner. She quit some time during my senior year in high school to take a better job at a big law firm, and so I hadn't been interested in her sexually when I knew her. I'd had a real girl crush on her though the few times I met her the summer before."
"So he didn't want you to see it..."
"Because he's a lawyer, of course. He never used their relationship to get information, or at least that's what he said, but even the appearance of impropriety...a useful phrase to always keep in mind."
We laughed and she continued, "So I got to watch him make love to her twice and do other things, and at the end was a few minutes of her rubbing off for him. And for me. Mmm, she was beautiful, and as she rubbed off for me I started rubbing off watching her. As I started moaning, I heard Phil moan too, but I was too busy staring at her fingers all over her cunt to look at him. I came when she did and just sat there exhausted but ready to make love all night.
"Phil was staring at me with cum all over his belly and said, 'You still like girls,' and I nodded.
"'I never said I stopped.' He of course knew about Connie.
"He started wiping up. 'Show me another,' I told him, and he did." At this point she looked down and said, "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Always."
She reached down and rubbed her fingers on the head as she continued speaking, and soon I was fully hard; as she spoke, she ran her fingertips lightly over the shaft without moving the skin along it, making sure I lasted a long time. At the same time I caressed her breasts, feeling their soft weight overflowing my hands.
"He said, 'You'll really like the next one.' I saw a beautiful woman sitting nude on his bed. She had lovely brown skin and dark brown eyes, long jet black hair, and a round body, wide hips, full belly, large breasts, thick patch of hair.
"'Who is she?'
"'That's Bunafsha.'
"'Violet.'
"He looked at me in surprise and said, 'What?'"
"'It means violet, the flower.'
I asked, "How the hell did you know that?"
She smiled, "I'm very smart."
"Uh huh, and how'd you get so smart?"
"I keep my eyes and ears open at all times." We laughed and she continued, "Girl at school was from India and had a sister named that."
"So she was Indian?"
"No, it's a Persian name. This Bunafsha was American, parents were Iranian, came over in 1979, I later learned. But yes, he asked me how I knew that also. And that was the last we talked for a while."
We laughed and she ran her index finger over my flushed cock head. She continued, "Bunafsha was beautiful. She stared right at the camera as she showed herself off, and as she seduced the camera she seduced me as well. I got down on my hands and knees on the carpet as I watched her; I took my eyes off her just long enough to wink at Phil, and she spread her legs for me and started rubbing as she looked into the camera.
"Her lips peeked out from her thick patch of black hair, and as she rubbed them lightly and they became darker and darker, I started rubbing myself and felt Phil come up behind me. He had a rubber on and quickly slid inside me as I rubbed my clit, and he kept long, steady strokes as I watched her. I came quickly and kept rubbing, and I think my third orgasm came when she climaxed. She threw her head back and screamed loud and low, and I was in love."
At this point I was starting to throb and thrust slowly between her fingers. She looked down and spread her thighs as I started rubbing her drenched lips and swollen clit, and as I settled into a fairly vigorous rhythm, she started stroking me and said, "Yes, babe, like that." As we rubbed each other, she continued.
"The movie wasn't over; Phil came on her breasts and that part ended. Then the next part started. She was kissing Rhonda, and as they started making love to each other, Phil moved the camera around to catch all the beautiful action up close and personal. I watched the two of them 69 as Phil came hard, and soon he had put on a new condom and thrust inside me again. I came repeatedly and finally lay there limp and totally worn out. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up as he thrust hard into me, and he howled as he spewed into me, and at the same time on the screen he thrust hard into Bunafsha."
I thrust hard into her hand and sprayed all over her belly and breasts, and as my hot spunk landed on her she moaned and I felt her cunt squeeze my fingers as her belly thrust and pushed her mound into the palm of my hand. We collapsed. After she caught her breath, she said, "I'm only getting started. You'll be able to keep up with me?"
"Oh yes."
"Good. --So anyway, we were both drained then. He lay on top of me for a minute, then slid off me and lay next to me on the carpet. He asked me if I liked it, and I just looked at him and said, 'I want her.'
"He looked at me. 'Which one?'
"'You know which one. Bunafsha. Give her to me for my birthday.'
"He laughed and I asked, 'You could set us up. You still see her, don't you?'
"'Not recently, no, and besides.' And he just looked at me."
I said, "Um, let's see, control of sensitive information on a strictly need-to-know basis?"
She laughed, "Got it in one. So I said, 'Tell me how to meet her.'
"He looked at me closely and finally said, 'Okay, I'll help you get her, but never mention me.'
"I agreed, and he told me about her. She owned a small art gallery on the other side of town. She was unattached and very bi. He told me how to dress and act to catch her attention and told me she often went to lunch at a cafe near her gallery. That was where they had met, in fact, though it was only a couple of weeks later when he ran into her at a museum that they started dating. She was a classy dresser and insisted on the same, and she would be a bit coy at first.
"So he was done for the night. I was pretty done in too, so I went home, but that night when I went to sleep I dreamed of her and woke up about 2 right on the edge of an orgasm from dreaming about a woman who sometimes looked like Connie and sometimes like Bunafsha. The next day when I met Phil, I was swinging back to straight and ravished him. When I came inside his house, I pushed him against the door and dropped to my knees and took him all the way inside my throat very quickly and watched him as he grabbed my hair and melted into my mouth. We went to bed and I made him go down on me for several orgasms, and finally I rode him hard until we were worn out. And, of course, once I'd worked out all the tension I started thinking of Bunafsha again."
I teased, "Careless heart."
She pouted, "Confused mind. On heat for two people, learning all about sex, it was a potent time. Now that I don't have that greedy curiosity to satisfy, it's a bit easier. Once I learned about things, now when I'm all wrapped up in one person I don't often get distracted by a second person...well, not nearly as easily."
"So which do you like more, boys or girls? Cock or pussy?"
"I like who I'm with. I'm not crazy for either part as such, really. 99% of the men around me don't interest me at all, and the same with women. If I don't like the owner, I don't want anything to do with his or her parts, see. But when I do like the owner, I want to do everything I can to wear him out. Or her. And his boy parts and her girl parts suddenly become fascinating to me."
I nodded. "So I guess from the numbers you like boys a little more?"
"Hmm." She paused for a few seconds and finally said, "I guess, thinking about it, I like a broader range of men, but my type of woman can overpower me; that's not as common with men. But really, it's not a numbers game."
We lay there kissing for a minute, and finally she pulled away and continued telling her story:
"So the next morning I went to the coffee shop Phil told me she went to. I took a good book along that I'd been meaning to read and just enjoyed myself until lunchtime, when I started getting excited hoping she'd show up. Finally she came in. Her hair was styled a bit differently, a little shorter, and she was wearing a gray suit with a green silk blouse. It went beautifully with her skin and displayed the top of her cleavage very nicely. She looked around and seemed to pause slightly when she saw me watching her. I looked at her a second longer and went back to my book and noticed out of the corner of my eye that she walked up to the counter to order, and as she stood there with her back to me I watched her a little.
"After a few minutes she was at the register; I took that opportunity to go refill my coffee. It just so happens, as I had suspected, that she had ordered a coffee as well--it was one of those places where they give you a cup and let you have as many refills as you want. As I was filling my coffee, she started filling hers from the pot next to mine. When it was full she turned to face me. We looked into each other's eyes for a second and she smiled and said, 'Hello.'
"So of course I said, 'Hello.' She made a little small talk about me being new there, and I made small talk back, and the whole time I stared into her eyes and then looked away, but each time I looked back, she was looking at my face and smiling, except one time I saw her looking at my fingernails." She looked at me with a smile and said, "Always a good sign, and of course I'd made sure to cut them very short the night before and painted them a neutral pink. In fact, all the signs were very good, but of course I didn't push it, and we returned to our tables and glanced at each other across the room from time to time until her lunch came. She ate and left, but when she left she looked right at me and waved and smiled.
"And so it continued for the next three days. At the beginning of the next week, when she came in for lunch I waved, and she came over and sat at my table and we chatted like old friends while, of course, staring at each other. She was wearing a very sheer silk blouse with a lacy bra under it, just beautiful, and she let her suit jacket hang open so that I could stare at her chest without anyone noticing. I was, of course, pretty sure that was intentional."
We laughed and she continued, "And after a couple of minutes her nipples were sticking out. And of course so were mine. I was in a T shirt and a plain bra that was pretty thick so they weren't quite as obvious, but she was close enough to see the details well enough, and she did stare at them a few times. I of course was torn between staring into her eyes and at her nipples."
"So basically you were pretty much like any man."
She laughed, "Actually, there aren't as many tit men as you might think, but yes, exactly. I have a lot of sympathy for poor guys like you face to face with my breasts. They're a great test to see how much self-control a young man has."
After we finished laughing, I started caressing her breasts and chest and she continued, "Anyway, I'd done some homework and knew rather more about Iran than most Americans do, so I was able to hold a solid conversation with her on her family background and home life and the basic history, but not anything so smart she'd think I wasn't there by accident. I'll tell you about the conversation later maybe, when you're more interested in, um, intellectual matters," and we laughed.
"So, this happened the next two days, and on the third day she asked me if I wanted to see her gallery. I of course acted coy for a second and said yes, and she smiled and stared at me as she adjusted a bra strap, oh, rather more slowly than she needed to. She said she had to get back and expected me at 3 and gave me her card with the address, and I said I was looking forward to it and spent the next hour and a half hoping I wasn't blushing as I imagined slowly undressing her.
"I left in a leisurely fashion and went in the gallery a couple of minutes after three. Her gallery was often pretty empty in the afternoons during summer, she said, and it was dead that day, so she had sent home her part-time help and was going to close up."
I said, "Yeah, it's like that sometimes at the museum. A likely story."
She laughed at my ironic tone and said, "Yes, it could have been completely true, but I was pretty sure it wasn't the full reason."
We laughed again and she curled up closer to me to caress my chest and neck. She continued, "She didn't bother turning over the closed sign, and she locked the door and said I'd get the personal tour. The first ten minutes she showed me around the front room, and since there was a big window looking out on the sidewalk we were very restrained. I noticed she seemed to be in a bit of a rush though," and we chuckled, "and when we went into the back exhibition space the tour slowed down and felt much more personal. She would hold my shoulders to position me to see the art, or stand rather closer to me than in the front room, and of course I leaned towards her more.
"After three or four minutes, she had taken to standing right next to me on my right, a little behind me, and often pressed her breast into my arm. We walked around the back space that way, and when we reached the door to her office I could scarcely breathe, much less talk. My head was swimming with all the possibilities, and she was subdued as well.
"Her office was small but very comfortable. She had a small desk on one side facing the door and a couch behind the door. She waved me to sit on the couch, and she took off her suit jacket and went to turn out the lights in the exhibition spaces. That took a couple of minutes, and I looked a bit around the office. I was looking at a small drawing on the wall, a female nude, when she came back in, and she came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. I felt the tips of her breasts brush against my back while she did that and I leaned back a little.
"I said, 'She's beautiful.'
"'She is.'
"'Who's the model?'
"'She was my second lover.'
"I felt her put her left hand on my waist, and somehow I managed to say, 'You're very lucky.'
"She said, 'Yes,' and I felt her breath on the back of my neck.