Here 's an applicable quotation from Henry David Thoreau ...

'' It is never too deep to founder up your bias. No way of thinking or doing, however antediluvian, can be trusted without proof. What everyone echoes, or in silence passes by as genuine today, may change by reversal out to be falsification tomorrow, simple smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a swarm that would splash fertilizing rainfall on their fields. ``

It has been our call for in all our sexual adventures to try `` what is reliable and what is bare custom. '' Hence, our chosen soubriquet `` Truth vs custom. ``

Almost everything we discovered has seemed 180 degrees out of whang with our original preconception.

We have come to conceive eroticism to be hefty and not normally destructive, wholesome and necessary to a balanced mental state, and not something to be feared or resisted. In fact, eroticism may be the single most playful and enjoyable emotion in life. Living life without it is like settling for a Negroid and Edward D. White world versus one of people of color. Are you old enough to recall the day of Shirley Temple & white TVs ? One day color sets arrived, something no one had ever seen, something no one realized they were missing ... And once go through, there was no going back.

The same is quite true with couples at the lifestyle lodge. Once they found out how often fun they could throw, how it bound them together, how it solved so many misinterpretation, a wholly new world of coloring arrived. There was no going back.

Our big uncovering was this. It mattered trivial to us the source or stimulus of our eroticism but our ability to plowshare it with those special masses we loved, and especially with each other. Our old belief that our spouse had to be the alone legitimate source of our eroticism became something so naive, so ignorant and fraught with problem.

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

For object lesson. Let 's talk about that incredible cabaret dance trading floor ...

There 's something about two hot women teasing each former sexually in front of a crowd. When the club was packed, the dance floor was packed, and loony sexy adult female came out of their shells. ( We talked about that in story # 6 )

These playful fair sex drove all of us, both men and women, watching on the sidelines into a fury ! It could be at times unbelievably over the top ...

The way cleaning woman would dance and lock lusty eyes ; the way they would reach in and French kiss ; the way they would tongue play together ; the way they would unbutton each other 's blouses or pull frock slowly over their heads ; the way they would press their boobs together and each reach around to unhook their bras ; the way they would hold them off, swing them around and discombobulate them at their guy wire ; the way they would rub their tit and squeeze each other 's tits ; the way they would deflect over and fellate each other 's nips until they were hard, long and shiny ; the way they would do all of this moving to the music as each would squat and provocatively pull the early 's step-in down ; and sometimes when the `` synodic month and the virtuoso aligned '' ... the way they would abuse over each other 's face and get their pussy tongued right there in the midsection of the damn floor !

There was cypher as hot as watching beautiful women, womanhood who were very pattern working master during the workweek, letting themselves go to such intimate heights.

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

So ... What is it about Bi women ? Maybe it is the intensity of seeing women acting like men. All prurient. All sexed up. All uninhibited. Maybe it is simply a man 's dream come true ... your woman enjoying sex as much as you ! All I know is ... Every man at the club wanted his char out on that dancing flooring.

I was no elision. It quickly became a pursuance of mine to see Ash out there. netherworld she was as aphrodisiac as any one of the adult female. In fact more than most. She had enceinte tits and nips ... perfect in my eyes which made me incredibly proud of her. And, I definitely was not the exclusively guy on the avocation urging her out there.

But Ash was n't bi-ing it !

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

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

However Ash was onto my path !

My little lovely madam was pretty sexually savvy by that time. And our sexual illusion together started to become a bit competitive trying to influence each other in a very new centering !

Ok ... Here 's a broad generalization that Ash and I still think is true up.

lady friend tend to remember vaginas and guys tend to call up member are ugly. Both wonder what the other sees in them.

That belief was quite unfeigned with us even though we literally had not discussed it in our first twenty years of tie life. It might feature been more straight with me as I was just thankful Ash would even tinct the matter. Maybe that 's why I could never fathom what the big deal was with gays.

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

That 's the outlook 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 pussy was one of the most beautiful things in biography. 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 ducky work of art !

Undeterred, I kept talking and talking about her beautiful pussy during our fantasy `` fireplay '' and during that initiatory year small modification in her posture did come out. 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.

fountainhead well well ... Had to know what triggered that ! Turned out she thought the charwoman in the magazine publisher were just so beautiful ... And especially their breast.

Holy cow ! Ash was into dummy ! red cent. Now that was something we could process with.

So from that head on I was always remarking about the beauty of boobs at the society and found little resistance in Ash about those observance. In fact, she got so into it that we developed a game about noticing keen racks in public. ( That turned into a game of `` manageable or not doable '' while we people watched. ) To this day, Ash will almost always notice a singular set before I do.

Ash had turned a quoin. For the starting time meter, she was really noticing the same ravisher I saw in adult female. She liked being around sexy women and liked the aroused Department of State they caused in her. So did I and it was n't but a few month and my shy petty Ash was out there on the dance floor.

It happened one Night when one particularly aphrodisiacal 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 prison term to the music ; 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. gloriole hallelujah ... it was finally happening ! And then the damn song ended and Ash rushed off the level. screwing !

But what did n't escape my notice was how Ash let it happen in front of a crowd of gawkers. She had to have enjoyed it because she was literally panting with exhilaration when she came to my position. What a import.

From that point on, Ash was regularly `` hit on '' by sexy cleaning lady and a new petty game emerged as respective at the club were secretly trying to be the first to get between her legs. I knew it would chance eventually and also knew the rack up thing I could do was try to push Ash into it. Besides, there was no surge. I was really enjoying seeing her blush and squirm whenever some particularly hot woman would take the air right up to her and plant a good on mouth, ( with as much clapper as she could slip in ), sexy as hell kiss. Oh my gawd. You would 've had to have been there to understand how hot that was to me. Two women going `` wide-cut sass '' is still one of my unattackable initiation.

That all went on for maybe a year. The next find was with Becky. ( Remember her from story # 7 ? ) Yea that same Becky who got to me so deeply. wellspring she got to both of us one Nox at their menage, after dinner party out, after a time in their hot tub, while their tike were tucked `` safely '' in bed, making it deliciously dangerous for us four to play. It all started with another `` hair pull. '' Becky starts to partition out. Tom and Ash are mesmerized watching us until Ash ca n't choose it any longer and range in to massage Becky 's breasts and then ... sucked her piquance ! Woohoo ! initiatory time for that. wellspring that kicked me into a gamy gear wheel so I reached down for Becky 's snatch, started fingering her clit and making her gasp. And what does Ash do ? She follows my jumper lead, inserts her finger's breadth into Becky 's cunt and starts massaging her G place. Did n't take too long and Becky was convulsing.

The Best region was when it was all over ... Ash locks middle with me, takes her digit out of Becky 's sopping pussy and pose them straight into her own mouth, sucking them one at a clock time clean, just like she would wet-nurse a cock. When she does the `` Ummm ! '' thing while sucking a finger in her oral cavity, I almost `` came '' spontaneously. Tom and I also almost came together ... came close to passing out !

It was maybe another class or two before Ash being Bi finally went fully throttle.

We were invited to attend a relatively new club opening about two knot from our dwelling. It had a main political party building where citizenry mingled, indulged on the recreation and checked one another out. It was a Friday night, maybe only a fistful of yoke were there, to the highest degree were not very experienced so the horizontal surface of nervousness was pretty high in the room and adding to that trouble 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 incline. Turns out it was their first time at any club. Ash walks over to spill to them while I 'm busy fixing deglutition hoping that might tease apart Ash up a bit. Turning around I notice Ash and the charwoman are obviously conspiring something.

She was pretty hot. Both of them were about our age, in conformation, looked like professionals, and she could almost be Ash 's Twin Falls. I 'm not for sure why I did n't notice her earlier. They must give just slipped into the room. Well before I know it, plans have been made without my `` say in the matter. '' The four of us were going off to one of the `` one way out construction '' and play ... except with this twist. He only wanted to watch over and would stay on outside looking through the windowpane. She only wanted Ash. Leaving me out of the equation. So what does my shy inhibited lovely ma'am arrive up with ? I 'm ordered on the floor laying on my binding. Ash and her sly acquaintance then slowly strip each other in a most delicious way and after watching some really fun tongue swappin, Ash orders her down too, crawls between her branch, William Tell me to slip my promontory up, straddles it, grinds her drip puss into my face and leans down to feast on this woman 's cunt. It was literally `` over the top '' hot ... Damn ! And I 'm thinking ... it 's finally happening !

Outside, a bunch of bozo, including the husband, were lined up drooling and probably jacking off while they watched this ménage a trois.

Meanwhile, I 'm using all my creative cunnilinctus skills on Ash, who is emitting muffled moans while tonguing and slurping this beautiful brunette. Ash must 've done it right. This woman was groaning and crying and cumming over and over.

I swear there is a different phone a woman makes while being eaten out by another cleaning lady.

Did I get to see it ? Fuck no. Did that ruin it for me ? screw 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 stimulate some woman cum on your backtalk ? You betcha ! It was one hellava start but I was still up for Ash doing more research on vaginas !

I did n't even get to cum that night. It was n't that important. That might sound dullard to some cat but after awhile, after decent experiences, being part of a `` T. H. White hot erotic scenery '' like that night was much more precious.

Look at it this way ...

I 've had thousands of orgasms I ca n't remember. Being there, doing Ash as she was doing another woman was in effect than any of them and something I would recall and write about ... twenty eld later.

So where did it go from there ?

Well, Ash never became an belligerent Bi or lezbo type but she did like to play under the right circumstances. Unfortunately those circumstances never trended towards me being involved. Quite the opponent. As the yr passed there were three different couples, all very attractive, that she would often play with as a ternion. Yes a fucking red cent triad ! She liked the guy `` directing traffic. '' As a Bi charwoman she liked being `` dommed, '' being told what to do with or to another woman. And I suspect that worked best if I was n't around. Yes.. I would take heed about it ... eventually.

Her favorite experience ? She liked being ordered into a `` 69 '' with a womanhood, and told to keep sucking on her clit while the guy fucked his wife. That meant he was slamming his cock into her bitch right across Ash 's face ! I think a dick so close ... and balls slapping her was a big component of the turn on !

I never got to see one of those MFF escapade. Has to be one of the big injustices of my life.

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

But I 'll preserve that for the adjacent story !

Until then ... There 's just something about two women in the throes of passion. Allowing amativeness like that will color your all living. And as you get older, like me ... you will so glad for every one of those memories !

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