Jennifer's Sexual Awakening Pt. 04

Jennifer's Sexual Awakening, Part Four, Conclusion

It always comes back to my nipples. I realized that the other night when Julia was gently rubbing my vulva and licking, slightly nibbling on my protruding nipples. They enamored Mark, but he eventually went for Emma's larger breasts. I asked Julia for confirmation.

"You love my nipples, don't you?"

"It's your most appealing feature," she confessed.

"I was embarrassed by them when I was younger," I told my wife. "They seemed disproportionate to my tits."

"They're absolutely delicious," Julia informed me innocently, without catching on to my obsession with their size.

Then I felt her finger enter my wet pussy. The palm of her hand rubbed against my engorged clit, the dual sensation down below and the soft nibbles on my nipples sent me into an ecstatic orgasm. My hips convulsed, and my fluids quickly flowed.

When I calmed down, I embraced Julia. Again, I needed confirmation.

"Are we forever lovers?" She answered with a kiss.

I thought, of course, we were. No matter what happened, the attraction was persistent. We would grow well together and, hopefully, grow old together.

Mark and Emma got married about a month after my father passed away. It was sad. My father let the bottle drive him into a concrete barrier, speeding through a construction zone on the freeway. I was happy for Mark and Emma, though I missed their excitement in bed. I'm not sure if I'll ever fuck another guy, but if the situation feels good, and Julia is onboard, I will be comfortable with it.

About a year after Mark and Emma moved into their house, Mark approached Julia and me with a proposition.

"Emma's becoming possessive," he began. "I suggested we all get together, maybe a weekend at a cabin, just to get natural and revisit the love we all expressed for each other."

"You want us to have a sex weekend?" Julia asked. I was also curious about what was behind Mark's proposition.

"I thought if we revisited the sexual freedom, we all exhibited with each other, she would see that love is fluid and it's not healthy to be rigid in relationships," he said philosophically.

"Sounds like the honeymoon is over," I commented sarcastically. I liked Emma; she was fun in bed with us, but I suspected she was stuck in traditional dogma about marriage. Why else would she have married my father, a middle-aged conservative who believed sex was exclusively for procreation?

"That isn't going to work," Julia told him. "She needs to move forward sexually, not backwards with us."

"We were contemplating a week at a sex resort in Mexico. Mostly to get a little dick and try some new pussy," I informed Mark, suggesting that might be a better solution.

"Do you think she would be comfortable with that?" I asked him.

"Letting go of comfort and living in the moment is the goal," Julia reminded me. "It's what strengthens relationships. Like a Fasching Fest."

"What's that?" Mark asked perplexedly.

"It's the German version of Mardi Gras," Julia explained. "Except it's expected that you hook up with a stranger, don't give your name, fuck for fun without reservation, and walk away anonymously content."

"You never told me about that," I confronted my wife with curiosity.

"Well, I was in college and went on a trip abroad with this guy, an exchange student from Germany," Julia began to relate the experience. "I wasn't sure about my sexual identity; I was confused about men and women. I enjoyed fucking Jan, and I was afraid to approach this girl I had a secret crush on."

"We dressed in costumes to conceal our identities and wore masks. I wound up in bed with two women that night. I let go and realized my attraction to women was good and fun."

"Whatever happened with the girl you had a crush on?" I asked.

"I dated her for a while. She moved to New York and married another woman," Julia said melancholically.

"And what about Jan?" Mark asked, wondering what happened to the guy.

"I'm sure he got laid that night. He was a good lover, so I'm sure he found another woman," Julia answered.

"Let me talk to Emma," I offered. "It took me a while to come out of my sexual cocoon," I said, identifying myself now as a butterfly.

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Emma agreed to the weeklong stay at an adult resort, somewhat reluctantly, after an hour conversation I had with her about my sexual awakening and how repressed I was from my father's upbringing.

When I relayed the gist of our talk to Mark, he was pragmatic about the trip's outcome. Either it would be great for his relationship with Emma, or it would hasten the end.

Emma asked me to go shopping with her the week before our departure.

"Seriously, girl, you'll need lots of suntan lotion, not clothes," I laughed when she tried to find a new wardrobe for the week.

"I'm not going to randomly fuck every guy with a stiff cock," she told me defiantly and misunderstanding the purpose of the vacation.

"It's not about fucking anyone," I tried to explain. "It's about finding your sexuality so you can share that openly. You need to know yourself so you can grow with Mark."

"I know I crashed in on the three of you, and I never expected to fall in love with Mark," Emma confided. "I want this to work for him."

"Then make it work for yourself first," I advised her. "Sex and relationships are two different animals. You don't have to work at sex; it comes naturally. But you do have to work on relationships, and that work has to begin with yourself."

"What do you mean by working on myself?" She asked.

"Deep down, what about Mark makes you happy? Is it that he is a successful man and can be a good provider? If that's what you want from him, ask him what he wants from you in return," I continued to lecture.

"So, why do we need to go on a sex trip?" Emma asked, frustrated.

"Because Mark thinks you are hung up on sex all of a sudden. You're not being free and natural like you were before," I tried to explain. "Was that just a reaction to my father, and now you are feeling different about your expectations, or was that the real you back then?"

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The sex resort in Mexico was an overwhelming buffet of sexual satisfaction across the entire spectrum of desire. Pussy, tits, ass, cock, it was all there for anyone's pleasure to grab.

Julia and I hooked up immediately with a multi-racial, bisexual threesome. Allison, a hot young, physically fit nymph, wanted nothing more than to latch onto my nipples. She was experienced at eliciting a quick response from my willing body. Her athletic scissoring technique, clit on clit excitement, made me cum persistently.

Adal, Allison's and Jacqui's Latino cohort had a nice relaxing grinding motion with his hips, his girth stretching my pussy gently, comfortably accommodating his cock. Mostly, I liked running my fingers through his long, wavy black hair as his body pressed against mine in that slow, soothing screw.

Jacqui, a busty black woman, had the tastiest pussy. She attributed her scintillating aroma to a diet heavy in fruits and dairy, avoiding red meats. The fruits came through the most. She was sweet on my tongue as I licked her to gushing orgasms.

After two days, I was exhausted. The others expressed the same a little later on. We rested and talked.

"How did you three get together? I asked.

"We lived in the same apartment complex. I was living with this man I thought I was in love with." Adal began to explain. "We had met Allison and Jacqui at a party and became friends with them."

"I was looking for a little cock one day when I saw Henri at the pool," Jacqui jumped into the story. "I didn't think Adal would mind. Well, he freaked out when I proposed we go fuck," she told the story animated. "Adal came in on us when I was trying to get him to fuck me. Henri jumped up, got dressed, and left in a hurry."

"Yeah, he never came back," Adal explained further. "Later, I found out he was seeing this other guy nearby in San Francisco. He used that as an excuse to leave me."

"So, that doesn't explain the three of you," Julia chimed in.

"I felt so bad for Adal, taking responsibility for fucking up his relationship," Jacqui answered. "Allison and I started taking Adal out to gay bars and helping him pick up guys."

"When Adal's lease was up, since he didn't have Henri's income to help him pay, we asked him if he wanted to live with us," Allison concluded the story.

I went down to the beach on my own, where I ran into Mark and Emma, sunbathing nude. I asked them how their stay at the resort was going.

"We're not sure this was a great idea," Mark confessed, looking at Emma.

I pulled Mark aside. "You want to experiment with a guy? It will be good or bad for Emma to see you getting out across the sexual spectrum. After all, she had no problem with Julia and me."

I introduced them to Adal, Allison, and Jacqui.

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Most of the couples at the resort were straight, or so they claimed. Julia and I decided to split up and be 'Unicorns' for the rest of the week. While the cocks were attracted to my pussy, I got a lot of action from the women. My nipples were their main attraction, which permitted me to go down on them, much to the voyeuristic glee of the men.

The last evening of our stay, Julia and I had dinner with Mark and Emma.

"How did that work out with Adal?" I asked Emma specifically.

"It was cool when he went down on Mark," she responded. "I get it now, thank you," she said to me.

"So, you two are good now?" Julia asked them both.

"Great," Emma and Mark said in unison. They kissed.

I reflected on my sexual journey. From infatuation with Katherine and hate for my father, to love and expression with Julia.

The following summer, we invited Adal, Allison, and Jacqui to Montana for a week-long stay. At several times, all seven of us were in our bed together. I never felt so good.