I have been thinking much about Dianne lately. You see, she is a very
beautiful single woman, very open sexually, and very caring for others (it
is difficult for a man, and some women, to resist such a combination). I
met
her several months ago -- of all places -- in the waiting room of my
dentist, where she shared with me her business (which is of no
relevance to
this story). My wife, Kristin, and I decided a few weeks later to
join
her business venture, and because of this association we have since
developed
a very close friendship with Dianne.

Kristin apparently has also of late been thinking a lot about Dianne.
The signs are obvious -- daily phone calls, visits to her apartment, her
name being brought up in our conversation, etc. Last week, Dianne and
Kristin
went backpacking by themselves to the local wilderness area while I kept
our
two kids at home (it is important for my wife, a financial planner, to
get
away from the daily grind and enjoy her friends apart from me)....

Last Friday, Dianne called me up and wanted me to meet her for lunch at
our favorite restaurant. After a light lunch with some equally light
but strangely forced conversation, Dianne looked into my eyes with a
look
that I've never seen before, a look of fear combined with a look of
desire,
and asked, "Mark, it is difficult for me to say this, but I have fallen
in
love with both you and Kristin."

I didn't know how to respond to this. On the one hand, my sexual desire
for her was burning bright, and I got excited about what was soon
to transpire, yet her simultaneous love for my wife confused, scared,
and intrigued me. What could I say? I looked at her for a moment, and
without thinking I said, "Does Kristin know your feelings for her? As far
as I
know, Kristin is straight, and has never in our relationship stated
anything to
the contrary. All I know is that my desire for you is very strong, and
that
I have wanted for several weeks to make love to you."


"I know about your feelings for me," Dianne replied, "I could see it in
your actions, in your words, and in your eyes. And my feelings for you
are just as strong. Kristin knows about my love for her and for you, and
she
is in love with me as she is in love with you. It was during our
backpacking trip that we expressed our love for one another."

I didn't know what to think, I was really confused by my feelings. "But
why are you telling me this? What do you want from me if you and Kristin
are lovers?" I asked.

Dianne replied, "Kristin wanted me to tell you these things if I felt
from our conversation that it would not damage your marriage
relationship -- she wants me to tell you that she still loves you deeply.
She has known
for awhile that you were infatuated with me. You know, women can see
these things. I desire you so much and I want to make love to you. Let's
go
back to my apartment and there we can enjoy one another and talk more
about
this crazy situation."

Making love to Dianne that afternoon was heavenly. Her body, though
short, was well proportioned, more like a 21 year old rather than her real
age of 35. Her breasts were not large, and not small, but were of the right
size, firm and did not sag one bit -- taking her brassiere off, which was a
low-cut front snap design, was an experience I'll never forget. When I
cupped
her breasts in my smallish hands, I wished that I could become her
brassiere so
I could cup her breasts all day. And Dianne was sexually free, boy, was
she free. She was even more open about her sexuality than Kristin, and
Kristin has always been a tiger in bed.


What was even more surprising to me was that my sexual excitement was
greatest whenever I fantasized my wife Kristin making love to Dianne while
I was watching. In these fantasies, Kristin and Dianne totally shared
their bodies -- there was no inhibition of any kind. The number 69
appeared
often in my mind. And I imagined my throbbing, erect penis being inside
Dianne's vagina from the rear, while Kristin, my beautiful wife, was in
front
massaging Dianne's clitoris and sucking on her breasts, and t