Living Art
written by:
Ethereal

She said she left me because I wasn't exciting enough. Adventurous enough. And she probably meant that on many levels, but the bedroom was largely what she was talking about.

I was straight-laced. We didn't do anything too crazy, and when we made love it was rather vanilla. Missionary, some oral, a few other positions, and that was pretty much it.

My wife--ex-wife and I were married almost fifteen years ago. Diane and I were young at the time, and we pounced on each other with abandon almost every chance we had. After about ten years, things slowed. We didn't have kids, but our careers (or at least my career) took up a lot of time.

Diane was changing. She wanted to try new things, go new places. She even talked about seeing sex shows and trying swinging. I consider myself fairly open to new things, but I balked on that.

So she left. That was about two years ago. We didn't speak much, but I heard things from mutual friends about her new exploits. She went to trips in the Caribbean and Europe. She was seeing men much younger and some older. She was reveling in her freedom.

I doubled down on work. I surprised myself with the promotion I earned, and I was on track to be one of the big names in the company within the next ten years. Professionally, I was all set.

Personally, I was a wreck. I missed Diane for the first year, and after I just felt hollow. I tried a few unsuccessful dates, but I felt nothing. So I decided to experiment. I wanted to explore what the more sexual side of life was that Diane was so excited about.

I started small. I went to an erotic art exhibit in Midtown. Painters, sculptors, and performers were there to show off and auction some of their works.

And I truly never expected Diane to be there.

I spotted her from across the room. She was accompanied by a man about our age, early 40's with salt-and-pepper hair. He took care of himself. She was wearing a simple black cocktail dress, shorter than anything I'd seen her wear since her 20's.

I looked back at the photo exhibit I was near while I tried to decide what to do. Two nude women, totally hairless, explored each other with their hands and fingers in the black-and-white on the wall.

I walked over to Diane.

"Ray!" she said. "What are you doing here?"

"Exploring," I said. "Pretty interesting stuff."

"Yeah. Ray, this is Tim." She acted without any sort of awkwardness or embarassment. From their body language it was evident that this was the man she was seeing. But Diane's confidence made it less awkward for me as well. I shook his hand and exchanged introductions.

"How long have you been coming to these shows?" she asked.

I smiled. "Would you believe it's my first?"

"Yeah. I could see that." Her eyes teased me, her words alluded to an old joke.

We made a few minutes of idle chatter. It's either talk about pointless little things or walk away quickly and appear rude. I told them about my promotion. From some of the events they mentioned they'd attended, I worked out that they'd been going out together for at least six months., which seemed uncharacteristic of the "new" Diane.

We politely ended our conversation and headed off to our separate ways within the gallery. I was a bit shocked by running into Diane, but I always knew it was a possibility at an event like this. I focused on the art. Sex is a huge part of being human, and I saw works that explored minute aspects I never thought about. A three-foot sculpture of fingers toying labia. Paintings of women poised bare and open. Lovers sensually captured moments before the sexual in photographs. As captivating as these were, the art seemed static. It was intriguing, not erotic.

I was surprised to see one work that was shuffled off to a corner of the gallery. Performance artists brought a piece to life. There were three of them, covered in nothing but detailed body paint. A red-orange woman, with dyed hair to match, looked--covered in waves of magma would be the only way to describe it. She was shorter, with a slightly stock athlete's build, but her breasts were pert and her mound was shaved clean. She moved slowly between stretching, yoga-like poses that called for your eyes.

A taller woman, straight black hair on her head with matching bush, walked with waving arms about "Red." Her body was mostly blue, with cottony white clouds painted on amidst the sky of her flesh. She had large, full breasts, and moved with purpose. As she drew closer, I could see she was Asian, and at least 5'10".

The final performer was a man in a yellow-orange-gold pattern that was shaved below. His cock, flacid, was considerable--almost enough to be jealous over if women didn't put more emphasis on style over size. He flexed, showing a well-earned physique.

Red continued her poses, with her stretching require almost acrobatic talents. She lifted her foot well over her head, exposing her sex to the growing audience. Every part of her was painted, from the bottom of her feet to her inner lips. The artist who prepared her was magnificent. Red moved her canvas before us with a smile on her face.

As Red stretched, "Blue," approached her. The colors of their bodies made for an interesting picture as Red's attention fully turned to the Asian woman. Blue stroked Red's hair, and then bent down, slowly giving her a kiss. Red's hands snaked around Blue's back as the kiss upped in intensity. After a moment, Red's head bent forward to mouth one of Blue's great tits. She sucked and licked as Blue flung her head back, her long black hair darting into the air before again settling on her back.

Gold walked to the couple and moved himself behind Red. Within seconds he had an erection. Her put his hands forward and cupped her breasts from behind as Red leaned more forward to play more with Blue's breasts. He continued to play with Red's tits until she beant over enough, and then he moved his hands to her hips and guided his cock into her pussy lips. Red shook as he entered her, and then she began matching the rhythm of his hips to her own.

Blue reached out and grabbed a stool to her left. She brought it close and moved up onto it, twining her legs along the bars on the bottom of the stool. She gave Red a clear, open view of her pussy. Red grabbed Blue's thighs and planted her face forward, her nose covered in Blue's whispy black hairs. Blue let out a sharp cry, and Red's muffled groans echoed from between the taller woman's legs.

Most of the audience was enthralled. I watched as postures changed--men moved as they dealt with mounting erections, couples touched each other's arms or stroked their backs. Some women let out little gasps when Red ducked back to and you could see how she licked and sucked on Blue's clit. The sexual energy was tangible.

Gold increased his tempo on Red. His face contorted, and Red pulled back from Blue as her groans became louder and more frantic. Together Gold and Red screamed for the whole gallery to hear. They dropped their shoulders, physically spent, and a round of light applause came from the audience. Red leaned back and wrapped an arm behind Gold, kissing him gently on the lips.

Gold pulled out of Red, and he was still quite hard. Blue looked at him with hungry eyes and stood up off the stool. She walked back away from the audience to a bed or mattress covered in white sheets. She lay down on the soft white, her pussy open and pointing toward Gold. Gold approached and slid himself right in as Blue wrapped her arms and legs around him.

Red stretched again slowly, her motions mimicking feline grace. She looked at Gold and Blue going at it and showed a satisfied smile. She knew precisely how Blue felt during her own fucking just moments ago. She stood with her legs slightly spread, one leg up on her toes, as she rubbed her pussy contentedly. She slipped a finger inside herself and her face jerked up. She pulled her finger out and licked it slowly while her eyes looked over the crowd in the room.

It was almost as if she just realized we were here. She smiled when she took deliberate, strutting steps toward the crowd. Her walk was almost as if she had heels but it was the toes and front of her bare red feet that hit the floor.

Red approached a couple and lightly brushed her fingers through the woman's hair. She laughed slightly, clearly nervous. Red lost interest and walked away, although the woman's boyfriend tried to pull her back with his stare. Red walked on, her fingers tracing along the guest's arms or chest. They tensed, turned away, or were otherwise embarassed, and Red continued on.

Then Red reached Diane. Red stopped in front of her and stared into Diane's eyes. The room had drawn quiet, save for the fucking and moaning sounds from Blue and Gold. Red traced the side of Diane's face with the backs of her fingers, trailing down until she reached her chin. The women stared at each other without even breathing. Then Red reached up and combed her fingers back through Diane's hair. Red pulled Diane's head in and kissed her with passion, her head moving back and forth for a time that seemed like forever.

Diane was reactionless. Red pulled back and stared for a moment, but again lost interest. She was done with Diane, and Red walked around the room amongst the patrons once more, touching one here and there but no one reciprocated.

Then Red came to me. We locked eyes from about a yard away. I could see she was older than I thought--still very fit and muscular, but closer to my age--perhaps her mid-to-late thirties. She moved directly toward me, and I did not yield. She closed the distance to just a few inches, the tips of her breasts poking lightly into my shirt. She moved one red arm up and grabbed me behind my neck. She tilted her head back and looked at me, and I fell into her eyes. She pulled me in to kiss.

The kiss was fire. I had not kissed with such energy in years, and unlike Diane I responded vigorously to Red's mouth and tongue. Perhaps I still smelled Diane on Red. Regardless, I pulled her closer, my hand clutching her lower back. Her left leg roamed up and down my own, and then she wrapped it around mine. Her sex now rubbed against my pant leg, and she let slip small gasps during our kiss.

It felt like forever and an instant. I noticed the kiss ended when Red pulled back, and her eyes lit up as she smiled devilishly. Even her tiny crow's feet were fully colored with her red wear, and they made her look beautiful.

She grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd. They were watching both of us now. I noticed my pants leg was quite damp but I paid it no mind. Red sauntered her ass back and forth as she brought me to the front of the crowd. I could hear Blue and Gold still consumed in their love-making. I was ramrod straight, but I did not think of Blue. Red captivated me.

We stopped in the perfomance area I had seen Red take Gold before. She turned to face me in front of the tall stool and kissed me again. The kiss was sensational, and Red rubbed herself against me in ways that made me want to explode. But then she backed away with her hips and slid her hands down. I felt the belt buck slide open and my pants unbutton. Whatever was to happen would happen in fron tof all these people.

Ordinarily, I would never do this. Ordinarily, I was reserved. I slept with four steady girlfriends and my wife. I never did anything with a woman I just met, and what I did was done in private.

Then I felt Red's mouth around my cock. Nothing else mattered. I surprised myself when I noticed the loud groan came not from Gold and Blue, but from me. I looked over at the other couple, and Gold was pumping Blue from behind. The Asian woman looked at me, and through her visages of ecstasy I somehow got a sense of approval from her.

I looked out and around the room at the audience. I couldn't read their faces. Was it shock, lust, or something in between?

Then I saw Diane. She had moved to the front. She watched as another woman sucked me, touched me, and drove me mad as she had done so many times before. Tim stood beside her.

But this was good. So good, I couldn't believe it until it stopped.

Red came up and kissed me again. Now, as we pressed together, my stiff cock rested against her tight red abdomen. Without even thinking about it, I tried to pull her up, to have her wrap around me and thrust my cock into her. But she stayed standing.

She stopped the kiss and pulled me down to whisper in my ear. "Do you want this?"

"Yes."

Mischief and happiness danced on her face as she placed her hands behind her on the stool and pulled herself up to sit on it. Her feet were on the rung of the stool, and her knees spread open to give me a perfect view of her open bald pussy.

I knelt down, pants around my ankles and shirt still on, and I went straight to her lips. My tongue toyed with them, but as soon as I slid my tongue in more I tasted the best pussy I had ever encountered. Inside her mound was the taste of the best sex that existed. I lapped, I licked, I sucked, and I kissed to elicit more from her. Her juices were beautiful, and I could think of nothing but wanting more. Her fingers ran through my hair and her moans pushed me forward to do more.

She pulled my head up from her sex and I again became aware of the hunger contained in my cock. I stood up and quickly tossed my shirt, pants, shoes and all else I worse aside. I had no care about being natural before these people. I had no concern about fucking this woman before them all, for that is what I would do.

Red's legs were still open and I stood between them. It took little time to guide my pale white cock to the gorgeous red opening, the slit colored so wonderfully along with the rest of her sleek reddish body. I moaned as loud as I could as I entered her. The velvet of her was unimaginably welcoming, wanting, enveloping. I moaned to declare to all that this was brilliance, that this was the ultimate.

She balanced herself back as I watched her breasts bounce. I was fucking beauty, I was fucking art. Our friction was the language between us, and it carried us far. Our rhythm was perfect. She leaned up to kiss briefly, and we never fell out of sync.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and another on my back. I looked to my right and found Blue. Her height brought her to my level, and we stood eye-to-eye before she moved in and kissed me. We kissed, and the hand on my back slowly moved to my balls. Blue gently massaged me as I went in and out of Red, the colors playing wonderfully upon each other. I moved one hand from Red's hip to Blue's large breast, groping it and toying with the nipple. She squeaked in pleasure, and then walked away.

I watched myself fuck Red and I also followed Blue as she went to the crowd, slowly swaying in a breeze of sex. Her ass was full and plump, and I dreamed a million dreams of entering her from behind, reaching to her breasts and holding her big tits while I slipped in and out of her. She was beauty in another form.

Blue stopped near a woman transfixed on Red and I. Diane. Diane's gaze was on our bodies, not at my eyes. Her mouth was agape, and I wanted to know what she thought right then. She must never have expected me to be where I was right then.

Tim stood next to her. He frowned and tugged at Diane's arm. She turned to go, but Blue was there and pressed herself against Diane. She rested one hand on Diane's back, and the other on her lower belly. The blue looked lovely against Diane's black dress. Diane turned her head, and Blue moved in with a kiss. Red kissed Diane earlier, but this time Diane kissed back. Briefly, hesitantly, but she partook of Blue's gift.

"Diane," Tim said.

Diane broke the kiss. She looked at Tim, and he gestured to the door. She turned back to Blue who gave her a curious look. Then she looked at me.

Diane looked straight into my eyes as I raised up Red's leg to fuck her harder, faster. I grunted, and I felt Red's body began to tense. I looked down at Red and I knew she was ready. I felt the buildup and controlled it, and at our limit I let go. I came for an eternity, sharing that with Red. Bliss. Eons later, I threw my head back and let my eyes drift to near closing. I shared gazes with Diane, and I shared the most wonderful climax I ever felt.

Blue leaned in close to her and said words. Diane paused, still staring at me, and then turned to Blue. She grabbed Blue's face and kissed with passion. I had never seen Diane kiss a woman before, let alone with Blue in a crowd. My dick released the last of its juices as I watched their mouths dance. Tim left.

Red pulled herself up and kissed me. This was not the frantic energy of earlier, less lust and more love. I slowly withdrew my cock as I kissed and shared this moment with Red.

Together, Red and I look back over at Blue and Diane. Blue had brought her up to the front and kept moving her slowly forward. Blue carefully walked backwards through the kiss as Diane began to explore her breasts with her hands. Her initial attempts were awkward, but after a few tries she caused Blue to let out sounds of pleasure.

Gold approached the pair from the other side. He was already getting hard again. He moved in close to Diane and began working on her breasts through her dress. She jumped in surprise, but Blue's kiss drew her attention back to the tall woman.

Blue guided Diane to the edge of the bed and sat her down. Blue squatted down next to her, and both women were at eye level with Gold's now rigid member. Diane stared at it for a moment. Slowly, she reached out a hand to wrap her fingers around his shaft and began to work it back and forth. Gold closed his eyes and nodded, and Diane moved her hand more quickly. She shot a look back to Blue, and Blue smiled lightly and nodded.

Diane moved forward and took the tip of Gold's prick into her mouth. Her hand motion slowed and she took in more of Gold's member. She barely sucked at Gold's dick at first, but after a moment she suddenly moved to attack his cock with renewed vigor. I had never seen Diane like that, and more of Gold's dick went into her mouth than she had ever done with me.

Diane moved off the bed to squat on the floor between Gold and Blue. Blue went to work on Diane's dress, unzipping it from behind. Diane, cock still in mouth, slid off her shoes and let Blue slide her dress down off of her. She wore no panties, but her black bra still covered her chest. Blue unclasped her last remaining article of clothing, smooshing her breasts against Diane's back as Blue pulled it off.

Red and I watched as Gold pulled her to her feet. Diane was just as beautiful as when I met her twenty years ago. Gold and Diane kissed and her hands toyed with his cock. My own dick got hard again, and Red looked at me and laughed. I kissed her because she was beautiful.

The spectators were still there, but they were in another world. Gold gently pushed Diane back onto the bed. She parted her legs for him as he slid into her. She unleashed a deep, throaty growl. To see her so satisfied elated me.

While I watched Gold fuck Diane, Blue came up to me again. There was no kiss, just a smile, as she grabbed my cock and led me to the bed. She lay opposite Diane, their heads near each other. I looked across as Gold fucked my ex-wife. Blue tucked in her legs and guided me into her. The feeling was exquisite, but totally different than Red. Blue extended her curvy legs, all the more beautiful from the pattern of blues that ran along them. I kissed along her calf and marveled at how the bottom of her foot was flawlessly colored. My kisses led down her feet, and I sucked at her toes while I continued to thrust into her beautiful bush.

Diane was in heaven and she wanted to share it. Her hands reached out to grab Blue's breasts as they bounced from our fucking. Blue turned toward Diane and kissed her, though the relation of their bodies made it more their tongues licking over each other. I dropped Blue's leg, slowed my thrusts, and leaned in to kiss both of these beautiful women. Our tongues played with one another and our hands carressed faces.

Then Diane's hand found mine. We locked fingers and looked at each other. She smiled beautifully, interrupted only by the signs of pleasure she made from Gold's sex. I loved her. I felt Diane's grip strengthen, and I knew she was close to coming. Blue sensed me building up. All four of us were in unison, and we released our energy all at the exact same instant. The sound we made came from pure pleasure, and all of our observers would be able to witness the brilliance that we felt.

I collapsed forward onto the bed between Blue and Diane. Blue gave me a quick kiss, and then I kissed Diane. We lay there for a moment looking at each other before she pulled herself up on the bed. Diane began licking Blue's juices from my cock, and I buried myself in Diane's cunt. I could taste Gold's cum in her, but I did not care. Diane was with me, and we came again before drifting to sleep.

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Our watchers were gone when I awoke. Someone played with my cock, and after a moment I recognized it as Diane. Her coloring was a beautiful scheme of violet, which was always her favorite color. Even her crow's feet were colored with perfection, and she was beautiful. I was now vibrant shades of orange patterns. We did not need to exchange words to share our happiness. Violet and I had been together long ago, and now we could share our love again.

It was dark now, but that did not matter. Violet mounted me and we fucked and came together for the first time in a long time. There would be many more times ahead, and we would share our love.

Blue came near and through the dark I could see she was on all fours and she already had her ass pointed toward me. She knew that was my favorite part of her body. Violet guided me into Blue's pussy and played with my balls as I started fucking that beautiful ass.

I kissed Red when she came close. She presented her pussy to Violet, who ate it up greedily. And Gold, to be fair, made sure she got pleasure by mounting Violet from behind.

Where we were did not matter. We shared our love and we shared our pleasure. And we had all the time in the world for that.