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{ASSM}<*> From Poul's Viewpoint (F/M, voy.), by Jennifer Doalfer
This story is an experiment. Instead of always writing the stories
based upon either my old notes or on a dream, I thought it might be fun
to actually write a story about what a guy could be imagined to
experience. I have chosen to write about something which could have
taken place, and which I have an easy time imagining, because I know
the people and the setting. In this story I get my husband Poul to
have a sexual experience with one of my good friends, a nurse at the
hospital where we work, during a holiday trip to Sweden. If this works
out, and readers don't mind me writing about sex seen from the male
side, I am also thinking of writing a story seen from the point of view
of Mike, the nurse's husband, when he gets an opportunity to be with
me. I am quite thrilled with the thought of writing about a sexual
encounter with me seen from the other side. But for now, this story
leads nicely into that possibility.
>From Poul's Viewpoint
Two summers ago, we went to a cottage in Sweden with a pair of our very
good friends. It was a beautiful site, right on the coast with cliffs
(we don't have any cliffs in Denmark) and beautiful sandy lagoons, with
clear views inland for miles around.
We had known our friends Sarah and Mike for many years, but we had
never been on holiday together. Mike had been offered the use of this
cottage for two weeks, and since he was a very active sports fisherman,
and the fishing here was supposed to be marvellous, he was very keen on
going. However, Sarah didn't like the idea of two weeks 'alone' in a
remote site in Sweden, so she had suggested they invited us along as
she and my wife, Jennifer, were good friends. I didn't like fishing,
but didn't mind some time away from the city. I enjoyed long walks,
trips into the local town, sunbathing and swimming, and preparing
Mike's catch of the day, on the patio grill.
We had spent the first week dozing in the sun while Mike was fishing -
quite successfully actually - when I stepped on one of Mike's hooks,
hidden in the sand. Nothing serious, but enough to keep me from our
usual morning swim. The house was right on a protruding cliff,
splitting the beach and creating two small lagoons, where you could
only go from one to the other by swimming around the cliff. Usually we
would start the day with a nude swim at our own lagoon, as the cliff
offered total privacy for both couples. We would then get into our
dressing gowns and join up for a long and healthy breakfast.
On the morning after the hook-in-foot incident however, I decided I
would stay in bed rather than go swimming, as my foot didn't look too
good. I heard Jennifer get up, but she told me to stay in bed. She
would let me know when the food was ready. I turned around and tried
to go to sleep again. I couldn't though, and decided to get up and get
a book to read. As I grabbed a book from the shelf I happened to look
out of the window. I hadn't really thought about it, but as it turned
out, I had a perfect view of the part of the beach where Sara and Mike
went swimming. I couldn't help looking to see when they emerged.
Now, I need to explain that Jennifer is a real beauty. She is very
well proportioned, long legs, very trim body and large, firm breasts.
She has beautiful hair and big brown eyes. I love her very much and I
don't usually look at other girls because I am very satisfied, in all
ways, with Jennifer. Sarah on the other hand is a rather small blonde,
very pale and skinny, and with very small breasts. She has a cheeky
look on her face though, and she is very charming, so you can't help
liking her. But sexually I have never thought much about her.
Because of the overhang I couldn't see the beach, so the first thing I
saw was Sara dipping her toes in the water. As I had expected, she had
no clothes on and as she turned round, apparently calling for Mike, I
noticed that her breasts were marginally bigger than I had thought they
would be. She never wore a bra, and from what I had seen through t-
shirts and her thin morning dressing gown, they appeared to be only
small, teenage-sized buds. Now I could see there actually was a bit of
contour showing the full outline of a set of very perky breasts.
Despite my previous lack of interest in Sarah, I must admit I started
to feel aroused. As I grabbed my binoculars for a closer look, I felt
a bit guilty and bent down to hide behind the flowers on the
windowsill. She was so skinny you could see each rib, and her tight
stomach muscles. Her legs did not appear to join at the crotch and she
had a bottom like a boy's. Still - I was getting excited.
I got a real surprise when into the view of the binoculars appeared
not Mike, but Jennifer, also completely nude. I compared the two
girls - there was such a difference. Jennifer was so perfect - but in
some way Sarah, all of a sudden, seemed more exciting. I was wondering
about this phenomenon when I now realised that Mike must be there too.
I moved my angle of view and, quite right, he was now getting into the
water - also totally nude. What was going on here? We had always swum
separately. Not that we were particularly shy, just that it had seemed
right on the first day. Maybe without me they had decided it was safer
for Jennifer to be with them. I guess that would have made sense - I
was just surprised that they were still in the nude when together. Not
that I minded - I just felt excluded in some way. I knew Mike thought
Jennifer was attractive, who wouldn't! I also didn't mind him having a
look, as a matter of fact as I was looking at him, staring at
Jennifer's breasts at arms' length, I was getting a very hard erection.
But they behaved themselves commendably. I thought maybe Jennifer
could have been a bit more modest, but she didn't appear to mind Mike
staring at her. I looked at Sara and wondered what it would be like if
we switched partners. I guess I wouldn't mind, but I got more excited
at the thought of Mike and Jennifer together. As they were coming back
to the shore I felt a bit ridiculous standing there stark naked with a
huge erection, staring at my wife and a couple of friends having a
swim, so I lay down with the book and tried to get the pictures out of
my head.
I must have dozed off with these pictures in my head anyway, for when
Jennifer came back, I had to hide my erection, which hadn't gone down.
She dropped her dressing gown and teasingly let me look while she put
on her day clothes, explaining she would have to go into town to shop
for tonight's meal. Did I want to come along? No not really - I used
my sore foot as an excuse. I felt more like dozing in the sun,
dreaming about my morning vision. By the time I got up, showered, and
put on my own dressing gown to go and eat, she had almost finished
eating. I had to sit next to Sarah as that was the only free seat.
Again, I didn't mind, I just wondered why the set-up with each couple
sitting together had changed just because I wasn't there.
Sarah asked about my foot and wanted to see it, which was a bit awkward
as it was difficult to get my foot up without the dressing gown opening
up. These dressing gowns had been in the house when we arrived; they
were a kind of Japanese kimono thing, with a rope which tied around the
waist; they didn't have any buttons, fasteners or the like, so you had
to be a bit careful the material didn't all of a sudden come open.
Jennifer especially had had trouble containing her breasts, which
seemed to have a will of their own to free themselves.
Sarah claimed my foot was looking all right, but that I had to be
careful not to get too much sand into the still-open sore. She should
know, she's a nurse at our casualty ward.
As Jennifer left, Sarah reached over the table to pick up Jennifer's
magazine. As she did her kimono split open giving me a perfect view of
her small breasts. As I said, the kimonos were difficult to control,
but I hadn't noticed Sarah having problems, as she would usually sit
across from me where I couldn't see sideways down her front. However
from this side it was very obvious. I tried to concentrate on my food,
but had to struggle to keep my growing erection from slipping out of
the front of my kimono. Jennifer might have trouble keeping her
breasts in place, but Sarah had the opposite problem. As her breasts
didn't fill out the material, her breasts and nipples became very
visible as soon as she moved in a way where the material would lift
only the slightest bit away from the chest -and the smooth silk did
just that every time she reached for anything. I couldn't help
looking, but was worried that Mike would see me staring at Sarah's
breasts. However, he was busy telling us his fishing plans, and every
time he looked out of the window I grabbed the chance to have a look.
I would have thought it would be obvious to Sarah; girls usually seem
so aware of people looking at them. Maybe she was and didn't care. I
certainly did, and maybe she was aware, for her nipples appeared to be
very erect. Even through the kimono they were very obvious.
Soon after Mike had left for his daily dose of fishing, and as we still
could see Jennifer's jeep bucking over the rough dirt track heading for
the main road 2 miles away, Sara finished eating. The table stood at a
bow window, with fixed benches around the three sides, with full view
over the ocean. There wasn't much room for legs, and one had to
squeeze in to sit at the table, but there was a nice thick cushion tied
to the wall as a backrest, but you had to sit quite far back to reach
it. Not a terribly comfortable arrangement so, in order to relax and
read, Sarah had moved to the end of the bench and seated herself
against the backrest that ran at ninety degrees to ours. She pulled
one leg up under her and let the other hang over the side. As she
moved I was sure her kimono would slip to give a clear view of her
crotch, but she managed to pull it down just enough to cover any view.
In doing so her kimono instead split apart down the front, showing a
large amount of cleavage, but not actually showing any breast. Had
that been Jennifer her breast would have jumped out uncontrollably. I
was a bit disappointed but continued with my breakfast while I kept
squinting at her.
I might have been completely wrong, and I might have been imagining
things in my excitement over the morning's view, but my intuition is
often right, and I definitely felt that Sarah was aware of my attention
and that she was deliberately not closing her kimono. She had the
magazine covering her face, so I could look as much as I liked. I
felt certain that she was holding the magazine up high in that way, to
allow me to look, and that it was getting her excited. I could see her
chest moving with fast shallow breaths, which to me seemed like the
breathing of a person getting sexually excited. I certainly was. At
one point she moved a bit and the kimono split apart further. She
pulled it up a bit, but actually managed to loosen the material so it
fell further away and exposed the small curves at the bottom of the
breasts, just not quite exposing the nipples. What happened instead,
was that the kimono opened at her crotch, revealing that she had
actually put on a small pair of panties - much to my disappointment.
I couldn't believe how disappointed that got me. I don't know what I
had expected, but I had been waiting for the kimono to open up just a
little bit more, and reveal the small tuft of hair above her clit,
which I knew from watching her with the strong binoculars, was all the
hair she had there. As I had finished eating, I wiped my mouth and
turned towards Sarah, now obviously facing her, so she couldn't pretend
not knowing I was looking. However, as she didn't change her position,
I pulled her hand lowering the magazine and asked her what was she
reading that was so thrilling.
She explained it was an article about a lady who had started a dating
bureau for people who wanted a little extra excitement in their lives,
and were interested in uncompromising flings on the side. Apparently,
this morning on the beach, Jennifer had been talking about the article
and she, Sarah, had wanted to read it for herself. I asked her what
the conclusion was. She said she hadn't finished it, but Jennifer had
explained that the idea was that it would increase the excitement in a
normal relationship, so that everybody would benefit from it. I asked
her what she thought about it. She put on her very winning, cheeky
smile, looked me right in the eye and said this morning Jennifer had
said she thought that it was a good idea, and she herself had to admit
there might be something in it. She demonstratively closed the
conversation by lifting up the magazine again to cover her face, but at
the same time she put her other leg up on the seat, so that the kimono
split completely, and revealed that her very small panties didn't cover
her crotch at all.
I felt my dick jump. This was almost worse than if she had worn
nothing. She was so obviously glistening wet! The panties were
digging into her crotch, revealing two very swollen lips, and were
soaked where they dug into her. I am sure that she had spread her legs
to be provocative, but I doubt if she was aware just how revealing it
was. This was an invitation if I had ever seen one. But I didn't dare
ruin a good friendship if it wasn't, so I just carefully put a hand on
her knee and said that she had to let me know if she felt that
Jennifer's conclusion was right. She just grunted something in
confirmation as she sank a bit further down in the seat. I kept my
hand at the same place, so that by moving she actually made my hand
slide a couple of inches up her inner thigh. She didn't stop me, or
say anything, which I took as an invitation to go exploring further up
the inside of her thigh, nearer her crotch which was now as fully
revealed as possible, due to the restriction of the table preventing
her spreading her legs any wider.
I quit all hesitation and as my fingers reached one lip and played with
the wonderfully shaven and smooth skin, she finally lowered the
magazines and said her conclusion was that Jennifer was most likely
right. It was certainly worth a try. I slipped a finger under the
panties and lifted them out of her crotch so I could get a finger on
her clit. As I hit it, she bend over backwards undoing the cord of the
kimono and spreading it to the sides, revealing her now very erect
nipples on her very exciting, small breasts.
I couldn't believe I was doing this to Sarah. And I couldn't believe
how excited I had become. I had given up hiding my erection and my
dick was now straining to get out. Sarah lifted her bottom off the
seat so I could remove her panties, and as she settled down again she
moved over and undid the cord around my kimono pulling the sides apart
so my dick now stood up glistening wet, shakily pointing over the edge
of the table. Sarah stood on the seat and put a leg on each side of me
as she sat down on the table in front of me. I helped her get the
kimono completely off. She turned around a bit so she could clear the
table behind her. As she did, she looked out the window to where Mike
was standing on the edge of the water, completely engrossed in his
fishing.
"I wonder what he is thinking of right now?" she said.
"Probably Jennifer's breasts," I replied.
I kissed a knee, tracing along the inside of her thigh with a wet
tongue, ending with a soft kiss on her protruding love button as she
lowered herself backwards onto the table, and arching her back rested
her head on it, pushing her small erect nipples into the air.
"So you saw us down at the beach this morning," she said with a shaky
voice, as I sucked her love button into my mouth, working it over with
my tongue.
I only grunted an affirmative sound, as I didn't want to let go.
"I thought you might have. I knew your window overlooked our lagoon,
but it never seemed to be a problem as you were always swimming at the
same time as us. But this morning I knew that you would be able to
watch. I thought, if you could watch me naked, then Mike could see
Jennifer, so I invited her along. I know he keeps looking at her tits
all the time anyway."
I stopped and looked up at her. She had gripped her nipples between her
fingers and was rubbing them whilst at the same time she was rocking
her head back and forth as she was speaking. How she managed to
concentrate on talking I don't know, as she seemed so excited. I then
realised that talking about Mike and Jennifer was getting her even more
excited. She continued:
"I know I am not as pretty as Jennifer, so I can understand why he
keeps looking at her. I don't care. Do you think she finds him
attractive?" she asked.
I stopped again to answer that I didn't know. But I had the feeling,
watching them this morning, that she liked him watching Jennifer.
"Well," she said, she might like being watched, but I am going to be
the first of us to get fucked by the other one's husband. She raised
herself up and sat right on the edge of the table. I sat up as well,
moving a bit closer to the edge, so my dick was right outside her
pussy. It was throbbing, glistening wet and blue, about an inch from
her opening, but I was not able to reach it from that position. She
grabbed it and slowly let herself slide over the edge of the table.
As she guided it in, she let herself sink all the way down over it. I
don't know how she managed it; theoretically there should not have been
room to do this, but she was so supple that she could split her legs
all the way out to the side. She was incredibly tight. Maybe
splitting her legs so far apart, made it possible for her to close
tighter around me. It was an incredible feeling as she started to move
up and down. I wanted to move down so I could kiss her nipples, but I
really couldn't move. She must have known what I wanted because she
arched over backwards so I could get at them.
Small tits like these were just so arousing to me. In this position
they were stretched and didn't appear to protrude more than perhaps an
inch. But the nipples stood out another half inch. How different they
were from Jennifer's nice, well-formed breasts. Maybe not so perfect
and beautiful, but just so exciting.
"Bite me," she said. And I did.
"Harder - I want it to hurt."
I didn't want to hurt her for real, so I squeezed her nipples with my
fingers instead, until she screamed in what I took to be agony, but
from her responses, appeared to be pleasure.
By now she was moving at an impossible speed, and I could hardly hold
myself back. But she seemed to move like a rabbit, in spasms at an
incredible pace. I had to make her come soon or I would come first. I
dug a finger into the now almost melted butter bowl, and greased a
finger, which I then plunged up into her tight anus. She almost lifted
herself off me as she screamed as if in pain. I thought I had better
take it out, but she plunged down on it and told me not to stop. She
kept plunging down on my finger and my dick, but now at a speed I could
control, at least until she started to climax. She was shaking all
over, rocking the table so everything was falling off. I felt it was
safe to let go, so as she finally collapsed on me, I came in a gigantic
burst with a strength I can't remember ever having had before. She was
still convulsing up and down on my finger as she was shaking and
sobbing. When she finally stopped I kept working my finger in and out,
and from the look on her face, obviously still pleasuring her.
"I think Jennifer and the article are right - it is very exciting to do
something 'on the side'," she said out of breath.
She lifted herself off me, but holding on to my hand that had a finger
up her anus, indicated she wanted me to keep my finger there. She
slowly stood up on the seat, hovering over me, offering her pussy to my
face again. I licked her very wet pussy which was dripping with sweat,
mixed with her juices and my cum, and which was running out of her.
She was almost choking me as she again surprised me with her agility.
She was able to move in that position, so I just had to stick out my
tongue and hold still as she started to move back and forth. I had a
finger in her anus and my thumb in her vagina, mostly just fighting to
hold them still while she was riding them. I exchanged the tongue for
a finger from the other hand, and leant back so I could watch her. She
was supporting herself on a beam with one hand, and squeezing a nipple
with the other one. Fortunately, we were at the other side of the
table, and not at the side by the window, from where Mike could be seen
fishing. I imagine anybody on the beach would have been able to see
her through the window. Her rabbit-like movements soon brought her to
another orgasm. I watched in fascination as she was completely lost in
her own feelings and pleasure. After she had stopped shaking after the
second orgasm that morning, she finally sat down on the table in front
of me, and taking my head between her hands, kissed me passionately.
"I know I don't look as good as Jennifer, but it seems like you didn't
mind too much," she said as she grabbed my slowly reawakening dick.
"Jennifer might be pretty, I said, but your body is exciting in a
completely different way," I said completely truthfully.
"I wish Mike would also think so, he's so square. How is Jennifer in
bed?"
"Nice, comfortable, loving," I said.
"But just a little bit boring?" Sarah asked
"No, not really. We know each other very well and we know exactly how
to please each other. But doing something completely different, is very
exciting." She was now working my dick into another wakening up.
"Stand up," she said, and as I did she grabbed my dick and put it in
her mouth. My head touched the ceiling when I stood up, so I was
slouching up against the window. She started working on it in a way I
had never tried before. Jennifer is very good at giving head, but this
was incredible. She didn't try to take it deep throat, but she knew
exactly where to lick and twist to make it excruciatingly good. I
almost screamed as she now put a finger in my anus and squeezed her
thumb and the finger together, stimulating my prostate. As I came she
moved her head and I squirted all the way across the table.
"I think we better clean up," she said after a while, as she grabbed
her panties and kimono, and moved away. I ran after her and turned her
around; I hugged her and gave her a long, warm and passionate kiss.
"Careful," she said laughing, "remember this is only supposed to be
exciting 'sex-on-the-side'."
She was right of course, but at that moment I was burning for her.
I got my kimono back on and started to clear up the stuff that had
fallen off the table, and my come which had hit the seat on the other
side. She cleared away the things into the little kitchen.
I pinned her against the kitchen table and gave her another passionate
kiss. She didn't seem to mind when her kimono slipped open again. I
was playing with her nipples, lightly teasing them, when I saw over her
shoulder that Jennifer's car was approaching over the distant dunes. I
didn't want to stop and she also complained when I did, but the car was
fast approaching.
"Just one thing," she said as she also watched Jennifer's car
arriving. "If there is a chance for Mike and Jennifer to get together,
promise me you won't stop them. I want Mike to stop dreaming about
her, and realise how much better he is off with me, and how beauty
doesn't always mean everything in sex."
"Why is it I get the feeling, you will try anything to get them
together?" I asked mockingly.
"Well, do you mind?" she asked.
"No, I actually find the thought exciting. I wouldn't mind having a
peek to see how she takes it."
"Well," she said,"let's try and arrange it."
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