Learning to Let Go Ch. 01

I met Mike at work. He was one of our vendors, and on a routine visit, we hit it off and became friends. That led to communication, primarily online. His home office was in another state, but as a field guy, he was stationed and lived only a few hours away. Our conversations ran the gamut: work, hobbies, and eventually, sex.

Before you jump to conclusions: no, we aren't talking gay stuff here, although I have enough of a bi streak that when we started talking sex, and Mike revealed the size of his cock to me, I had to admit, I was curious.

Regarding things sexual, we primarily talked about our wives and the things we did with them. Sometimes, it was the things we didn't do with them. It didn't take long to realize Mike and his wife, Lisa, had a much more active sex life than my wife, Sue, and I did. Mike and Lisa generally ran around the house nude, while my wife tended to cover up, her personal view of her own body being what it was. Mike and Lisa fucked nearly every day, sometimes more than once. Sue and I would sometimes go for months between sex sessions.

The four of us had gotten together a couple times, in social settings. Everybody got along well enough, though my wife still considered them more-or-less strangers. Definitely not friends, at least. Not yet, anyhow.

So, one day, Mike told me he and Lisa had built a sauna at their place and would we like to come try it out with them. Christen it, so to speak. I brought the subject up to Sue, and although she wasn't enthusiastic about it, she agreed.

The day arrived. Sue agonized over what we should take, as a thank you for the invitation. She settled on a wine she liked, buying two bottles.

She asked, "Should I bring a swimsuit or something?"

"Mike didn't say. I'm guessing it isn't necessary."

"Okay," was the response, skepticism regarding what that meant dripping from her voice.

Still, she didn't change her mind. When the time came to leave, she grabbed her bottles and we went.

Sue seemed wrapped up in her thoughts along the way, so I didn't bother her. When we arrived at Mike and Lisa's, there were greetings and hugs, and welcomes to their home. They were dressed casually, as were we. No need to dress up: we were here to use the sauna after all, and we wouldn't be doing that fully clothed.

Wine was poured, and we visited a while. The alcohol appeared to ease Sue's nerves. After a couple glasses, she seemed much more relaxed than she had been along the way.

Then, Lisa asked, "Would you like see the sauna before we try it out?"

I agreed wholeheartedly, my wife a little less so. Nevertheless, we got up and were led through the house to the back. At one corner of their generous deck was a wooden structure, and to that we were guided.

When the door was opened, a pillow of warm, damp air poured out. Sue and I poked our heads inside and saw a much more spacious interior than the outside led you to believe. Generous tiered benches lined three walls, with the heat and humidity controls on the blank wall. At a guess, the temp had to be at least in the eighties, with a humidity a few points above your typical Midwestern summer day. We'd be sweating, that was for sure.

When we ducked out again, Mike said, "Now that you've seen it, you want to try it?"

I told him, "I can hardly wait."

"Great," Lisa smiled. "Let me show you a room you can change in, and we'll meet you back here, okay?"

We both nodded, and were led back into the house, to a spare bedroom. Large bath towels lay folded on the bed. We were told, "When you're ready, bring your towel out and join us." As she started out the door, Lisa stopped and said, "I'm so glad you're here. It's always nice to share these things."

We thanked our host and Sue closed the door when Lisa was partway down the hall.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, "I'm just nervous about being with other people like this."

I picked up a towel. "You can keep yourself covered up if you want. I have no idea what the protocol is here. I've never used a sauna before in my life. It'll be an adventure for us both."

A few beats went by, and Sue finally took the towel I held with a nod of resolution.

I started undressing, and shortly, Sue started doing the same. When we were both nude, I took a look at my wife and pulled her to me.

"You're the most beautiful woman I know."

She laughed, "Yeah, but you're prejudiced."

"Only telling the truth as I see it. I don't think anybody's going to run out of the sauna screaming. You and Lisa aren't built all that differently."

Skeptically, Sue responded, "It's pretty obvious to me that she works out."

I wasn't going to tell her the kind of exercise Lisa and her husband got to the most, but merely said, "Maybe so, but I think everybody's going to be just fine with how you look."

Not totally convinced, she said, "I sure hope so," then tied her hair up and wrapped the towel around her body.

Picking up the other towel, I asked, "You ready?"

"I guess so," Sue returned.

Grabbing the doorknob, we made our way back outside. I was only carrying my towel, and even though it wasn't a long walk, I felt a thrill being naked outdoors. The light evening breeze felt good on the parts that didn't normally feel such things. A glance over to Sue said she felt really exposed being outside in only a towel, even if Mike and Lisa's back yard was completely hidden from outside eyes.

She beat me to the sauna, and held the handle of the door while she waited for me to saunter across the deck.

"I don't know how you talked me into this," Sue said with a sigh, then pulled the sauna door open.

Once more, a warm ball of moist air rolled over us. I watched Sue steel herself, just before she stepped inside. Following right behind, I was greeted by the sight of our hosts, nude and relaxing in the damp heat.

"C'mon in, the water's fine," Mike greeted, turning his head just enough to look us over.

"Find yourself a spot and enjoy," Lisa added.

I laid my towel down on a bench like I saw Mike and Lisa doing, then sat and lounged. Sue sat just below me, perched on the edge of her seat.

"Relax, honey," I reassured, "I told you, nobody's going to be frightened by anything they see."

"He's right, you know," Lisa said. "It'll be a lot more comfortable if you ditch the towel and just take it easy. Trust me, you look great."

"I'll second that," Mike piped up, his eyes opening enough to voice an honest opinion.

Now, let me step outside the narrative a moment and tell you what the deal is here. Sue isn't a skinny-min model type. Well, maybe if you think of a nearly sixty-something Ashley Graham plus, she could possibly be a model. Still, her size has always been a point of contention for her. I try to tell her she looks great, but she generally doesn't buy it. That she was here, with other people, was a HUGE deal.

Lisa isn't a skinny girl, either, but as I've hinted, she works out. Well, she gets fucked on a regular basis, and everything I've ever read says that burns calories. I'm sure she probably exercised beyond that, also, but nevertheless, she had some curves.

And both girls' tits were to die for. More than a handful is NOT a waste, regardless what the small-chested folks want you to believe. Another thing: Lisa was completely shaven, while my wife prefers the natural look. Sue used to let me shave her, but eventually, that practice fell by the wayside. It doesn't really matter to me. I love pussy whether it's shaved, hairy, or anywhere in-between.

So, both girls were fucking knockouts, as far as I was concerned. A glance over to Mike showed that he, too, worked out. He wasn't ripped, by any means, but there was a little definition to his body. Me, I've let myself go a little. Too many hours at a desk for too many years, unfortunately. I'm of average size down below, but have never received any complaints.

Mike, on the other hand, was impressive, even soft. I knew, from his own admission, how big he was hard, but here in the heat of the sauna, he hung nice and low, with a set of balls that hung lower yet. That curious side I'd never exercised liked the look, and I caught Sue ogling him for a little bit too, even if she did turn away when she realized she was staring, her face going red from more than just the heat.

"Here, let me help," I offered, pulling on my wife's towel until it fell away.

"Hey," she protested, reaching for my hand, but finally giving up.

"That's it, darling, join us," Lisa smiled.

"Looking good," Mike added.

"See, I told you," I admonished. "Relax. We're among friends."

"Let the heat relax you. Let it draw out all your cares," Lisa said in a singsong voice, leaning back against her husband's leg.

Several seconds passed, then Sue looked up at me. I smiled and nodded. With a sigh, she finally lounged back and closed her eyes. After watching her slowly relax for a few seconds, I leaned back and closed my eyes, too.

I must have nodded off in the heat, because I found myself waking up. Whether it'd been a minute or an hour, there was no way to know. One thing was sure: I was sweating. A glance down to Sue showed the heat and humidity was doing its number on her, too. I didn't know if she'd fallen asleep like I had, but she was definitely awake now. Her gaze was locked on our hosts across the short distance between us.

Apparently, the heat and all the sweat had gotten Mike and Lisa horny, because they sat there, making out unashamedly, only a couple feet away.

A glance at my wife's face told me she was both fascinated, as well as embarrassed, to be watching two people go at it like this. When Lisa's hand slid up Mike's leg to his swelling cock, I really expected Sue to want to get the hell out of there. That she didn't do so surprised me. Of course, she'd seen people kiss in public before, but that was always little more than a peck. And they'd always been clothed. She wasn't a girl who enjoyed porn, either. The couple times I'd convinced her to watch with me, all she'd done the whole time was critique.

But here she was, a show being put on right in front of her, and for whatever reason, she couldn't pull her eyes away.

I had to admit, it was a hell of a turn-on for me. Mike and Lisa were an attractive couple. After some of the stories he'd told me, it was even hotter to watch one play out before my eyes.

Before long, Mike had a hand kneading his wife's generous breast while she fondled his now-stiff cock and low-hanging balls. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. My cock was as hard as Mike's, and hoped for some attention before this was all over.

Placing a hand on Sue's shoulder made her jump. Apparently, she'd been mesmerized by the scene playing out before us.

Over her shoulder, she said, "Maybe we should leave them alone."

I wasn't surprised to hear her say such a thing, but while I hadn't known what to expect when Mike extended his invitation, it was obvious to me that they weren't in the least embarrassed to be seen like this.

"I don't know. It doesn't look like they mind the audience. If it'd make you more comfortable, we can certainly go."

I was trying to be cognizant of my wife's sensibilities. If having other people carrying on sexually only a couple feet away made her uncomfortable, I'd accompany her out of the situation. Of course, I didn't want to go: what I was seeing had me horny as hell. Like I said, I was just trying to be a good husband.

Sue never replied to my offer. Her eyes wouldn't leave the scene playing out before us. She was more wrapped up in the action than I ever thought she'd be. Honestly, I expected her to want to leave. That she appeared not of a mind to vacate made my cock a little bit harder, if that was possible.

A hand rested on my wife's shoulder, but I was horny enough, I needed to feel me some woman.

I let my hand slide down, over the swell of her ample breast, until I felt her stiff nipple poking into my palm. Receiving no protest, I cupped a hand over her luscious tit, bringing my other hand around to the other.

A quiet purr was the only sound I heard. Even though she wasn't big on watching porn with me, seeing sex live appeared to be a whole different thing. Didn't matter to me. As long as she was turned on, I wasn't complaining in the least.

With a gentle pull -- my hands still cupping her beautiful tits -- Sue leaned back against me as she watched Mike and Lisa kiss and fondle. My cock pressed into her back, and while it wasn't exactly comfortable, I could take it for a little while.

God, this was erotic: just sitting there, watching two people who loved each other play -- particularly doing so with my wife there with me, seemingly enjoying the show as much as I was.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I leaned over Sue, removing one hand from her breast so I could tilt her head back and kiss my wife like Mike was doing with his.

It had been ages since I'd gotten such passion out of Sue. My god, she kissed me like she'd been in the desert and I was the first drink of water she'd had in days. Christ, it made my cock fucking throb.

After a couple minutes, Sue repositioned herself so she could get access to my hard-on. At first, I figured she'd just play while we kissed, like Mike and Lisa were doing, but she was so horny, she just gulped my cock down more eagerly than she had for quite a while.

Well, you can be sure I gasped in surprise and delight at how voracious my normally reserved wife happened to be at watching our sexy companions go at it.

I didn't hold back my vocalizations as I got the best blowjob I'd had in ages. This whole encounter was the hottest thing (both literally and figuratively) I could recall taking part in. Hell, I'd have been satisfied just being naked with Mike and Lisa, but I'd be lying if the notion of what was developing hadn't crept into my mind.

I wiped sweat from my eyes so I could watch Sue suck my cock. When I did this, I glanced over at our hosts and saw that they were no longer making out. Instead, they'd stopped what they'd been doing and were just watching the sexy scene Sue and I were putting on. Both had huge smiles on their sweat-shiny faces, and each of them had their hands on their respective genitals, slowly masturbating to our show.

Now, I know I have something of an exhibitionist streak. However, aside from running around the house naked, I'd never really gotten to exercise that part of my sexuality. Sitting there, with my cock in my wife's mouth, in front of two other people, had me ready to cum in pretty short order.

Since I wasn't sure how long I'd be down if I let myself go, I couldn't help trying to fend off my orgasm. Apparently, Lisa could tell I was trying to hold back.

"Go ahead and cum, Alan. Don't deny your wife what she so obviously wants. Fill her up. There will be more."

"Besides," Mike added, "we want to see you blow."

Well, fuck. Given such encouragement -- and even with the knowledge she was being watched, Sue didn't back off. If anything, she just attacked my cock with even more enthusiasm.

"That's right, isn't it, Sue?" Lisa purred. "You want Alan to cum in your mouth, don't you?"

"Mmmm hmmm," was all she'd say in reply, refusing to take my cock out of her mouth.

"Give it to her, buddy," Mike said. "You don't know how hot it is to watch a man cum in his woman's mouth."

Holy fuck! I'd never had such encouragement before. Mike had told me that he and Lisa liked having sex, as well as seeing others have sex, but I hadn't quite imagined it'd be like this. I liked being watched. I liked being able to watch, without worrying about the other person getting pissed off about it.

And I loved, loved, LOVED how hot and horny this whole thing had made my wife. I've said for years that the hottest thing in the world is a horny woman. What's hotter yet is when that woman is yours...

Finally, I just had to let go. With a lusty bellow, my ass arched off the bench as I pumped a huge load into Sue's mouth. Like a pro, she took it all, never letting go until she was convinced she had every drop she was going to get.

When she did pull back, Lisa said, "Let me see how much he came."

Thinking she'd be embarrassed, Sue surprised me by turning and opening her mouth to show my load on her tongue.

"Wow, that was a big one," Lisa praised. "You must have been really turned on, Alan. Good for you."

And with that, not even asking permission, Lisa leaned over and placed her lips on my wife's.

I don't know who was more surprised: me or my wife. Probably Sue, since it was her getting kissed. Mike had told me Lisa was bisexual, and loved women as much as she did men, but I didn't think she'd make a move on Sue... at least not so soon.

Still, there it was before me, and I had to admit: I liked it. No, strike that: I fucking LOVED it! Like most men, the thought of two women getting it on together really does it for me, even though I can't pinpoint why. That it was happening right before my eyes, and that one of the women involved was the woman I'd married, nearly made me cum again.

At first, shock riveted Sue to the spot. When that wore off, I could see her try to retreat. That, however, didn't last long, and before I knew it, her jaw opened, and I knew the women were sharing my cum load.

"Fuck, man, I never get tired of seeing that," Mike sighed.

"Damn. It's a hell of a lot better than watching it on video, that's for fucking sure," I agreed.

"Ever think Sue would go for it?"

"Never," I admitted, as the women continued kissing. I assumed my cum was inside each girl's stomach by now, and they were just showing off.

"Hot, though, isn't it?" Mike asked. His cock was still hard, even though he hadn't touched it for quite a while now. Even though I'd cum just a few minutes earlier, my own cock was once again stiff and standing at attention.

"Hottest thing I've seen in my entire life," I confessed.

"I know. It's even better when it's your own wife. No matter how many times I see Lisa with another woman, I can't believe how fucking sexy she looks."

About that time, the girls parted. Lisa turned a naughty smile to my wife, while Sue merely returned a breathless bewilderment. From her own admission, she had never harbored any attraction toward her own gender, although she was always the first to gush, "God, she's beautiful," whenever a particularly attractive woman appeared on the TV screen. I had the same thought at those times, but just kept it to myself, primarily because I liked the look of a lot more women on the television than I really wanted Sue to know.

Without taking her eyes off my wife, Lisa said, "You taste good, Alan. So does your wife. I hope to get a better taste later."

Saying that, Lisa then turned and sashayed back to her grinning husband. I couldn't take my eyes off Lisa's lush ass as it retreated the few steps it took to get back to Mike.

When Lisa snuggled back up to her husband, Sue turned to me, conflict on her face.

I understood at least part of her anguish, so I just pulled her in tight and hugged her.

"It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing to worry about. I think you can tell what I thought about it," I laughed lightly, pressing my hard-on into her body a little harder. "Question gets to be: did you like it?"

Sue looked up into my eyes. "I don't know. I think maybe I did. Of course, I think more than anything, I was mostly stunned." She thought a moment before adding, "It wasn't bad, though."

I pulled her in close again. "Good. I'm glad. I'm proud of you for not freaking out when you learned we were going to be naked in front of other people. I was surprised and turned on when you didn't run out of here in embarrassment when Mike and Lisa started playing with each other. You seemed pretty intent on what they were doing."