Natasha Pt. 02

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Sexploits of Our Youth - Natasha Part 2

I can't keep the times straight in my mind any more, but beginning the next morning Boris and I began talking, and we had lots of time as Tom never dropped over for probably 4 or 5 days. He must have sensed something was wrong and that he and I got caught that night. If I wasn't so caught up in making things right with Boris I would have been more than a little upset with Tom bailing on me, but that's in the past.

I kept my word with Boris, agreeing to whatever he had in mind for me. There were two demands that I managed to get him to back off of, shaving my pussy and masturbating for him. I managed to get him to agree on allowing me to keep it trimmed very short. Strangely enough, that was my red line, I never wanted a bald pussy, but short hair I could live with. Masturbating for him just seemed too degrading.

Boris had all sorts of little things for me to agree to in those first days of our new beginning, things like no more bras unless and only if he agreed to them, dressing sexier, more like when we were first married, being more of an exhibitionist, and others I can't quite remember at the moment. The big one though was one I was not sure I could do, but I promised I would try my best, he wanted to watch Tom and me have sex. If Boris enjoyed it, then Tom and I could continue our affair, but if it bothered him, then the affair would stop after that night.

Yup, Boris wanted to watch a live sex show staring me and Tom, now how the hell was I going to pull that one off. Not thinking it would even be possible to talk Tom into it, and keep in mind Tom had yet to get his pecker into my vagina, how did Boris think Tom would agree to let him watch us? With all the negatives and road blocks I could see, I agreed to try, after all, it was so unlikely anything like that was ever going to happen.

One thing about Boris and sex, he was never short of a plan to get things to work out in his favour. The plan was to get him into his basement office that had a dark tinted window in it that overlooked the TV room, which was where Tom and I would have sex. All I had to do was to somehow smuggle Boris into the office without Tom knowing. Well, so much for me having to convince Tom.

Even with all the road blocks I tried to throw in front of Boris, his plans worked out and he was in his office ready to watch Tom and I have actual intercourse for the first time in our relationship. I was nervous beyond nervous as you might imagine. As per Boris' plan, I explained to Tom that we indeed were seen by Boris but that it was okay, we were from the hippie generation and believed in free love and so Boris just wanted to know what was going on and that he did not want to ever discuss it with Tom. I was pretty shocked when Tom was going along with everything, I was almost ready to tell him that Boris was watching us at that very moment, but I stopped myself, I had made enough bad decisions.

Things went well I think that first time, Tom managed to cum in me instead of on me and Boris got to watch. I actually enjoyed having Boris watching knowing full well that he would be enjoying himself behind that glass. Once again I felt a certain power knowing that I was turning on two men simply by showing them my body. I could do this, especially with the one behind the glass being Boris, the person I knew loved seeing me naked, now it was whether or not he liked seeing Tom playing with me and making love to me.

That night we had first of probably hundreds of after-sex talks. That first one was an eye-opener for me. First off, Boris was ecstatic about what he got to watch. He immediately began calling me his private porn queen and he loved it. Next was how many ideas he had, to as he called it, "improving the show." He also managed to get rid of one of my red line items, I had to sit on the opposite end of the couch to him during these talks, and while completely naked I had to play with myself. Much to my surprise at the time, it was not such a big deal after having Boris watch me naked with Tom for an hour or so. It was interesting to me as well to find out that Boris loved seeing Tom put his fingers in me more than anything else. Boris was all about the foreplay, which now made more sense to me as to why he would complain about a quickie. Intercourse was simply the final release for him, unlike the foreplay that allowed his brain to get completely into it all.

The last eye-opener was a big one, Boris wanted more. What he wanted was a 3-way with Tom and me or at the very least to be able to watch every time Tom and I were together. Now I had to convince Tom to allow Boris to watch us from his office window.

The next time Tom and I were together I did my best to explain the situation to him, that Boris wanted to watch us making love from his office window or else we would have to break off the affair, and I meant break it off. There would be no going behind Boris' back any more, so either Tom agrees to the new terms or we stop all together. Of course, Tom being the 'in love' young man that he was, was not ready to end something that only just got started for him... intercourse with me. I should not have been surprised, yet somehow I was.

Tom and I had a lot of great sex in that room over the next 2 years or so and Boris got to watch every time. At times I would ask Boris for ideas to spice things up with Tom, things Tom would likely not think of doing on his own and guess what, Boris always came up with ideas. Things were good, I was getting screwed at least twice a night, sometimes more, and I was making two men very happy with their situations.

One of Boris' ideas surprised me in a couple of ways. His idea, masturbate for Tom. Firstly, I could not imagine bringing myself to orgasm in front of Tom, something I had yet to do for Boris either. Sure, I played with myself like a good girl for Boris, but the key word there is play, not bring myself to orgasm. That was something I had never done, not even in private. I questioned as to whether Tom would even like that sort of thing, but Boris was right on that one, Tom loved it. These damn men are such voyeurs.

I recall getting so into to it that I was not even aware when Tom joined me and began helping me in my task, Boris had to tell me what had taken place later that evening. Tom must have been surprised to feel me having my first, and I believe only, orgasm with him, and it came with his and my fingers doing the work. I'm not sure he even knew that women had orgasms. I was surprised at just how good it felt. I don't know why our parents generation were so against anything that made you feel good sexually.