Here 's an applicable quote from William Henry David Henry David Thoreau ...

'' It is never too late to give up your prejudice. No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without validation. What everyone echoes, or in secretiveness passes by as unfeigned today, may move around out to be falsehood tomorrow, mere grass of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rain on their William Claude Dukenfield. ``

It has been our pursuit in all our sexual dangerous undertaking to leaven `` what is true and what is mere custom. '' Hence, our Chosen sobriquet `` accuracy vs Tradition. ``

Almost everything we discovered has seemed 180 degrees out of whack with our master preconception.

We have come to think eroticism to be respectable and not normally destructive, wholesome and necessary to a balance mental state of matter, and not something to be feared or resisted. In fact, eroticism may be the exclusive most playful and enjoyable emotion in life story. Living life without it is like settling for a nigrify and white earthly concern versus one of color. Are you old enough to recollect the day of black & snowy TVs ? One day colouration sets arrived, something no one had ever seen, something no one realized they were missing ... And once experient, there was no going back.

The same is quite genuine with match at the modus vivendi nightspot. Once they found out how a lot fun they could have, how it bound them together, how it solved so many misunderstanding, a whole new globe of colouring material arrived. There was no going back.

Our big discovery was this. It mattered little to us the reservoir or stimulus of our amativeness but our ability to plowshare it with those especial hoi polloi we loved, and especially with each early. Our old notion that our spouse had to be the entirely legitimatize source of our sexiness became something so naive, so unwitting and fraught with problems.

The premise that multiple sources of erotism can be safely enjoyed is no more true up than when we discovered how easily it can be experienced with either gender.

For example. Let 's verbalise about that incredible society dance storey ...

There 's something about two hot women teasing each other sexually in front end of a crew. When the club was packed, the dancing floor was packed, and crazy aphrodisiac womanhood came out of their shell. ( We talked about that in write up # 6 )

These playful char drove all of us, both men and adult female, watching on the sidelines into a delirium ! It could be at meter unbelievably over the top ...

The way woman would dance and lock salacious eyes ; the way they would reach in and French buss ; the way they would tongue playact together ; the way they would unbutton each early 's blouses or pull dresses slowly over their heads ; the way they would press their knocker together and each reach around to unhook their bra ; the way they would guide them off, swing them around and throw them at their guys ; the way they would rub their nipples and thrust each other 's tits ; the way they would stoop over and suck each early 's nips until they were hard, long and shiny ; the way they would do all of this moving to the music as each would scrunch and provocatively pull in the other 's scanty down ; and sometimes when the `` moon and the wizard aligned '' ... the way they would step over each early 's human face and get their pussy tongued right there in the middle of the damn floor !

There was zero as hot as watching beautiful charwoman, women who were very rule working professionals during the week, letting themselves go to such sexual stature.

When I think about it today I ask ... How many people ever get to see something like that ?

So ... What is it about Bi woman ? Maybe it is the intensiveness of seeing women acting like men. All concupiscent. All sexed up. All uninhibited. Maybe it is simply a man 's dream ejaculate true ... your cleaning lady enjoying sex as much as you ! All I know is ... Every man at the night club wanted his woman out on that dancing floor.

I was no exception. It quickly became a quest of mine to see Ash out there. inferno she was as sexy as any one of the cleaning lady. In fact more than most. She had great tits and tang ... perfect tense in my eyes which made me incredibly proud of her. And, I definitely was not the lonesome guy on the sidelines urging her out there.

But Ash was n't bi-ing it !

She was as straight as they come. She simply loved cocks and never thought about vaginas other than to think them dirty and a bit disgusting. They had never been her titillating trigger and as far as she was concerned they never would be.

If you 've been following how my mind works then you can probably guess ... I viewed this as a new challenge. It was just going to take some time and some skillful guidance for her Bi transformation. And I was just the guy to do it !

However Ash was onto my way of life !

My little lovely lady was pretty sexually savvy by that prison term. And our intimate illusion together started to become a bit competitive trying to influence each other in a very new direction !

Ok ... Here 's a spacious generality that Ash and I still think is lawful.

Girls tend to think vaginas and guys tend to guess penises are ugly. Both wonder what the other sees in them.

That impression was quite reliable with us even though we literally had not discussed it in our offset twenty years of married life. It might have been more true with me as I was just thankful Ash would even disturb the thing. Maybe that 's why I could never fathom what the big deal was with homophile.

She literally had never looked at, much less take her vagina and touching someone else 's, especially licking or sucking on one, was way into her megascopic out dominion.

That 's the mindset we came from.

Remember me telling you about all the time of day I spent tweezing Ash 's mound ? I loved doing that and literally felt her slit was one of the most beautiful things in life. When I told her that, she could n't relate, thought I was nuts, or was just making it up. I was n't. Her vagina was my favorite oeuvre of art !

Undeterred, I kept talking and talking about her beautiful pussycat during our fantasy `` fireplay '' and during that commencement yr pocket-sized change in her posture did seem. I first noticed it when I left a new Penthouse under her pillow and she told me later she had five climax while looking at it.

well well well ... Had to know what triggered that ! Turned out she thought the char in the magazine were just so beautiful ... And especially their chest.

holy place cow ! Ash was into boobs ! Damn. Now that was something we could work with.

So from that breaker point on I was always remarking about the looker of boob at the club and found short resistance in Ash about those observations. In fact, she got so into it that we developed a game about noticing great single-foot in public. ( That turned into a game of `` achievable or not doable '' while we people watched. ) To this day, Ash will almost always notice a remarkable set before I do.

Ash had turned a quoin. For the inaugural meter, she was really noticing the Lapp mantrap I saw in woman. She liked being around sexy woman and liked the aroused state they caused in her. So did I and it was n't but a few calendar month and my shy piddling Ash was out there on the dance trading floor.

It happened one night when one particularly aphrodisiac friend literally dragged her out there and started a sexed up dance with Ash. I remember how she blushed with this woman feeling her up in time to the euphony ; how she provocatively unbuttoned Ash 's blouse ... and then her own ; how embarrassed and tense Ash was when their bras came off and she reached in to suck on Ash 's nips. Glory hallelujah ... it was finally happening ! And then the damn song ended and Ash rushed off the base. Fuck !

But what did n't bunk my posting was how Ash let it happen in battlefront of a crew of gawkers. She had to suffer enjoyed it because she was literally panting with upheaval when she came to my side. What a moment.

From that power point on, Ash was regularly `` hit on '' by aphrodisiac cleaning lady and a new piffling game emerged as several at the golf-club were secretly trying to be the first off to get between her legs. I knew it would happen eventually and also knew the worst thing I could do was try to crowd Ash into it. Besides, there was no Benjamin Rush. I was really enjoying seeing her blush and squirm whenever some particularly hot woman would walk right up to her and plant a full on back talk, ( with as practically tongue as she could skid in ), sexy as hell candy kiss. Oh my gawd. You would 've had to throw been there to empathise how hot that was to me. Two charwoman going `` to the full backtalk '' is still one of my strongest triggers.

That all went on for maybe a year. The next find was with Becky. ( Remember her from story # 7 ? ) Yea that like Becky who got to me so deeply. Well she got to both of us one dark at their home, after dinner out, after a meter in their hot tub, while their tiddler were tucked `` safely '' in bed, making it deliciously grave for us four to play. It all started with another `` hair pull. '' Becky starts to zone out. Tom and Ash are mesmerized watching us until Ash ca n't pick out it any longer and scope in to massage Becky 's breasts and then ... sucked her nips ! Woohoo ! first time for that. Well that kicked me into a higher gear so I reached down for Becky 's pussy, started fingering her clit and making her gasp. And what does Ash do ? She follows my confidential information, inserts her fingers into Becky 's cunt and starts massaging her G spot. Did n't take aim too long and Becky was convulsing.

The considerably part was when it was all over ... Ash locks eyes with me, takes her fingers out of Becky 's sopping pussy and sticks them straight into her own mouth, sucking them one at a time clean, just like she would nurse a peter. When she does the `` Ummm ! '' thing while sucking a fingerbreadth in her mouth, I almost `` came '' spontaneously. Tom and I also almost came together ... came close to passing out !

It was maybe another year or two before Ash being Bi finally went wax throttle valve.

We were invited to attend a relatively new society opening about two mi from our home. It had a principal party building where hoi polloi mingled, indulged on the recreation and checked one another out. It was a Fri night, maybe only a fistful of couples were there, virtually were not very experienced so the level of nervousness was pretty luxuriously in the room and adding to that problem was way too many singles attending. Ash was n't into it and we were thinking of leaving except for this one couple off to the position. Turns out it was their first of all meter at any night club. Ash walks over to talk to them while I 'm busybodied fixing drinks hoping that might loosen Ash up a bit. Turning around I notice Ash and the char are obviously conspiring something.

She was pretty hot. Both of them were about our age, in shape, looked like professionals, and she could almost be Ash 's twin. I 'm not certainly why I did n't comment her earlier. They must have just slipped into the room. Well before I know it, plans have been made without my `` say in the thing. '' The four of us were going off to one of the `` one room out building '' and trifle ... except with this eddy. He only wanted to watch and would detain outside looking through the window. She only wanted Ash. Leaving me out of the equation. So what does my shy inhibited lovely ma'am come up with ? I 'm ordered on the flooring laying on my spinal column. Ash and her foxy protagonist then slowly strip each early in a most delicious way and after watching some really fun spit swappin, Ash ordination her down too, creep between her legs, William Tell me to slither my head up, span it, grinds her soaking pussy into my face and leans down to banquet on this woman 's cunt. It was literally `` over the top '' hot ... hoot ! And I 'm thinking ... it 's finally happening !

outside, a crew of guys, including the husband, were lined up drooling and probably jacking off while they watched this ménage a trois.

Meanwhile, I 'm using all my originative cunnilingus skills on Ash, who is emitting muffled groan while tonguing and slurping this beautiful brunette. Ash must 've done it right. This adult female was groaning and crying and cumming over and over.

I swear there is a different auditory sensation a woman makes while being eaten out by another woman.

Did I get to see it ? Fuck no. Did that smash it for me ? Fuck no. Was it finally the milestone I had been hoping for Ash ? Oh yea ! Was I pretty convinced Ash now understood how erotic it was to have some womanhood cum on your mouth ? You betcha ! It was one hellava start but I was still up for Ash doing more than research on vaginas !

I did n't even get to cum that night. It was n't that important. That might sound pudden-head to some guys but after awhile, after enough experiences, being component part of a `` white hot erotic tantrum '' like that dark was much more precious.

Look at it this way ...

I 've had thousands of orgasm I ca n't think. beingness there, doing Ash as she was doing another woman was wagerer than any of them and something I would return and save about ... twenty days later.

So where did it go from there ?

well, Ash never became an aggressive Bi or lezbo type but she did like to represent under the right destiny. Unfortunately those circumstances never trended towards me being involved. Quite the contrary. As the old age passed there were three dissimilar brace, all very attractive, that she would often play with as a deuce-ace. Yes a fucking tinker's dam trinity ! She liked the guy `` directing dealings. '' As a Bi char she liked being `` dommed, '' being told what to do with or to another cleaning lady. And I suspect that worked best if I was n't around. Yes.. I would hear about it ... eventually.

Her preferred experience ? She liked being ordered into a `` 69 '' with a cleaning woman, and told to keep sucking on her clit while the guy fucked his married woman. That meant he was slamming his peter into her twat properly across Ash 's face ! I think a cock so close ... and balls slapping her was a big part of the good turn on !

I never got to see one of those MFF escapades. Has to be one of the expectant unfairness of my life.

Sooo ... Is that the end of the story ? Not exactly. Ash had her own devious program for me. Remember, cocks were and always would be her primary trigger. And anything that good she always insists on sharing.

But I 'll save that for the next news report !

Until then ... There 's just something about two women in the throes of cacoethes. Allowing eroticism like that will color your whole life. And as you get sr., like me ... you will so glad for every one of those memories !

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