Two for the price of one.

It was, of course, completely unnecessary. Dani does our laundry. She has access to our used panties on a daily basis. If she wants some fun time with our scent them she can help herself and no-one need ever know. Me taking my panties off for her was symbolic more than it was necessary. I was giving consent.

Now, Dani never did tell me exactly what she did with them. I would have loved the details, but it wasn’t to be. What has changed is her mannerisms around the house. She has become much more touchy-feely. A stroke on an arm, a lean on one of our shoulders. Emily and I have both noticed it and we feel it’s leading up to something. We chatted about what it might be for a long time. In the end we decided that sooner or later, Dani would want to go to bed with one of us, so we just waited to see which one of us she would ask. 

Dani had several ‘fly-by’s’. Several attempts at asking for….something. We never got her to the point of coming out with it. 

Until yesterday afternoon. Dani made us a ‘high tea’ to die for. Proper English tea, home made  scones, home made raspberry jam, and clotted cream. Awful for the waistline, but damn….you simply have to taste it! Anyway, eating a scone piled high with cream is somewhat salacious in itself. All three of us were just chilling together when she said “I’d love to watch.” Huh? “I think…..yes…..I’d really love to watch you two, from start to finish.”

Dani has caught sight of us in various places before, and doing various things, but she has always discretely disappeared. We agreed, naturally, but needed a little discussion time while we decided just what we would show her. 

1) Me being tied to a bed and whipped enough to draw blood and then violently bum-fucked to orgasm? Nope! Too much. 

2) Emily stark naked lying on a sheet over a plastic sheet and me squatting over her peeing? Again, nope…..too much

3) Using ‘Mike’ on each other…giving each other a good fucking? Why not just do it with a man? She wants to see two girls. 

4) Some kind of role,play, maybe? Schoolgirl(s)? (We do that a lot), employee/boss? First sleepover? No…somehow, just no. 

In the end we decided simply to make love in front of her. 

Dani came to our bedroom and settled herself in an armchair while Emily and I got down to making love….

…and I couldn’t get going! Me! Me, who adores being watched by total strangers. Me who has masturbated in front of total strangers. Me who has peed her panties while an elderly man watched. Me who has masturbated in front of sixth form boys…and girls. (Well, not all of them obviously - just a select one from each gender while on cross country runs from their school.) I just…couldn’t get going. Damn! 

Then I realised why. With Dani sitting there, demurely, unobtrusively and fully dressed, it looked and felt like some kind of examination…like I was being assessed. Maybe like a school inspector was sitting there. Even that thought didn’t help me get going. In the end I had to stop. “Dani, I’m so sorry. I’d love nothing more than for you to watch us, but this feels too…clinical. I just can’t…” Dani stood up and I thought she was going to leave. Instead she just stepped out of her dress, revealing what could easily be a trainer bra since it had no shape to it at all and was made of soft cotton, and a cute pair of white cotton panties. Dani said “Let’s have a group hug and then see.”

Wrapped up with Emily and Dani, I began to feel much more like it. 

And so Emily and I made love, slowly, softly sensuously. We did none of the more extreme things that we do sometimes, we simply adored each other’s bodies and made each other cum multiple times. Dani didn’t join in, nor did she even masturbate, although I saw her legs pressing together a few times, and at one point, she sat in the chair with her legs spread widely and I could see how wet she was. 

When Emily and I were exhausted, we lay on our bed bathed in a fine layer of sweat. Dani came over to us and kissed both of us on the lips before saying “Thank you. That was…beautiful.” 

She left, I had no doubt, to sort herself out, and we, as we do so often, simply fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

After the ‘after’

I firmly believe we are not merely flesh and bone. Our essence, consciousness, soul…call it what you will, (the nuns called it ‘anima Christiana’…the soul of Christ…that which animates.) can travel. Of this, I have no doubt. 

The familiar feeling of being distilled down to my essence, of everything corporeal being stripped away and left behind. It’s not frightening at all, if anything it comes with a sense of relief, a feeling of how this is how I am meant to be. Pure energy…pure thought. I look behind me, although there is no turning as such, merely a shift in direction of focus, and I see myself and Emily lying naked on our bed. A wave of love pours from me for this beautiful, kind, loving girl who is my wife. 

Walls, doors and windows mean nothing to me. At a wish, I am simply somewhere…..else. I’m hovering over Dani’s naked body. Actually, she’s not quite naked. She still has on the white panties from earlier. I feel like I’m hovering a few feet above her and looking down, or more accurately, being aware of her physical form. She is breathing deeply with a hand buried deep in the waistband of her panties. Her legs are stretched out on the bed and her free arm is curled above her head. 

“Join us”. I sense the words. I don’t hear them. “Come, be with us.” I sense something reaching up for me from Dani. It can’t be her body because she doesn’t know I’m here. But the feeling, the pull, is real. It’s warm, welcoming and I submit to it. I sink slowly not just closer to the bed but I feel myself drift effortlessly into Dani’s body. There is a soft jolt of connection, like…..like an electrician testing a circuit, and my senses are flooded with Dani’s sensations. I am not feeling what it is like to be here, I am  her in this moment. 

I allow myself to explore, and the essence that is Dani allows me uninhibited access. I feel the slight twinge of pain from the toe she stubbed this morning. (The one that wrenched a few dirty words from her making me thrill! “Oh, you fucking fucker!”…what joy!) 

I feel her heart thumping strongly and her lungs…they seem more capacious than mine and her in breath is deeper than mine. I feel her arousal, and I pause in wonder. So different from the way I feel! Undoubtedly sexual arousal, but….but if I were to use colours, Dani’s is a rich purple while mine is an an orangey red. How can sexual arousal feel so different person to person? 

I want to explore her thoughts, but I am hesitant to breach this intimate area. I send a questioning plea to Dani’s essence. Her essence seems now to be part of mine, it’s not two separate entities anymore, we are one. The part that is Dani seems to simply acquiesce, and I reach for her thoughts. 

My own image fills me. Fragments of the day are there too. Dani with my panties….several false starts…..Dani masturbating and holding my panties…..several times she almost brings them to her face but doesn’t…..then….finally, she brings the wet crotch close and inhales before placing the wet material over her mouth and sucking hard as she cums. She is thinking of my vulva….wanting to kiss it…lick it….another image flashes across her mind….the time she caught me peeing in the garden. It hadn’t been sexual at all…merely an emergency pee…yet Dani had, apparently, watched me from start to finish. The pee had turned her on, but what she found more exciting was the sight of the whole of me, squatting with my panties just below my knees. I feel the thoughts focus on her clit and I feel her approaching orgasm. 

There is a rawness to it that I used to feel in my early teens, but Dani still has. She’s going to cum thinking of what she saw in our bedroom, but…..but mainly, she is consumed with a desire to taste me from the source. I feel the same, and I take a single drop of thought and let it fall into her imagination. I give her the thought of my tongue touching the very tip of her clitoris. The sight of me pushing my tongue deep inside Emily’s vagina is what triggers her. She watches me tongue fuck her and seems to feel every thrust in her own hole. 

I am rocked my her orgasm. Totally different in every way from mine. I could never even have imagined that orgasms could feel so different one girl to another, but then how do you describe how one feels? Describing the convulsions are obvious, but how does one describe how it feels?

Dani cums for a long time. When, finally, it’s done, her essence gently bids me leave. I could stay here. I feel that this is a safe, warm place, but it’s not mine. Although asked to leave, there is no hostility, no rejection. We part as kindred entities, and then, with a breath, I’m back in my body.

As usual, I’m wide awake staring into the darkness. My heart is racing, but here’s the thing. I’m not aroused….I’m not wet. This was no ‘wet dream’. I am absolutely sure, beyond doubt, that I shared Dani’s orgasm with her. 

Why am I so certain? Because I feel like I feel when I watch someone cum. Because this is far from the first time it’s happened. I have ‘travelled’ before and come back with knowledge that I couldn’t possibly have known before. Like the time Emily was away for a week at a conference, and I ‘visited’ her to find that she was bleeding heavily into her panties even though she was nowhere near her period. She had awoken the following morning, found the blood and taken herself off to the hospital where they found polyps that required attention. 

There have been other incidents that have convinced me there’s something to this. 

STOP PRESS

In other news, we may be moving! We love our farmhouse dearly, but it is an old farmhouse at the end of the day. It has character by the lorry load, but it also comes equipped with draughts no-one can find, and spiders the size of small cars! A home has come on the market in the same area as my parents. It has five bedrooms, computer-controlled and very similar in architecture to my parents place. Large grounds, and enormous potential….stables….very similar to where I used to live. Because my dad taught me about investments, and my businesses are doing very well, we won’t need a mortgage either. Better still, it has an indoor/outdoor pool like they had built. Very large places like this have actually dropped in value recently. One similar to this reduced by a considerable amount recently and still struggled. 

Emily and I are viewing it this afternoon. The only downside - if indeed it is a downside, is Dani will lose her flat. She’ll have to live in the house with us, although the top floor is a three bedroomed self-contained flat, so maybe it will work.

STOP PRESS AGAIN

Seen it, loved it, bought it! Our farmhouse is on the market which, when sold will pay for most of the new home. The legal work will take time, as it always does, but we could be in in about a month.