But it’s only fair that I tell you that I’m bisexual and in a relationship

Sandra was a knockout by any standards with long flowing red hair falling luxuriantly even playfully around her exotic oval face. Her green eyes were like twin emeralds set above a small perky nose. Her lips were as red as a rose and full, with a slightly pouty expression that seemed to have her companions hopping to try to change that to a smile. And their efforts where usually rewarded with a smile that opened up her face even more, sometimes revealing a set of perfect white pearly teeth. She was amply endowed though not overly so. She had an almost Barbie like waist which slowly curved into wide and inviting hips. Her legs where long and slender, and in an aerobics outfit they looked like they ran forever.

Her company and mine were in business negotiations and we where thrown together frequently over many weeks with many lunches and dinners as we hammered out the deal. If her company thought that providing a beautiful and attractive woman would gain them an advantage they were dead wrong, I drew as hard a line as I dared and drug out the negotiations as long as I could. After the first week I began to suspect that Sandra was doing the same thing I was. When the bosses became impatient we’d each give a little, enough to keep the negotiations open.

It was a lot of hard work really, with charts and figures to go over. But there was also time to kick back and relax, especially at meals. And as we talked we found we had much in common; A love of camping, the beach, various bands, even a shared concert a few years back. And so when the negotiations ended and the deal struck we continued to see each other.

The dates where routine fair, dinner and a movie, fine restaurant now and then, a walk through the park, mostly we just enjoyed the pleasure of each other’s company, the excursions where just the excuse. We had progressed to long passionate kisses after a deliciously long courtship but she drew the line there. Here was a woman with principals and I fell head over heels in love with her falling deeper with each passing day.

When she finally agreed to dinner at my apartment I was in ecstasy, and threw on my gourmet’s hat and cooked up a romantic dinner for two. When she finally arrived, everything was perfect. A good meal, a good wine, a surprise engagement ring, some petting on the couch to light romantic music, followed by a trip to the bedroom and a night I would never forget, and hopefully a night Sandra would never forget either.

She broke the news to me over dinner. I can still recall each and every word. “Dan.” She began. “I’m very, very fond of you otherwise I wouldn’t be here. But it’s only fair that I tell you that I’m bisexual and in a relationship.”

I just about choked on my wine. The girl of my dreams was hitched up with another woman or man. When I finally managed to clear my throat I croaked, and that’s the word for it, croaked, “You mean you and I…” I couldn’t finish.

“I’ve known Sara and Jeff since I was a child, we have a very stable relationship.” She said as if she was discussing nothing more common than the day’s news. “But I can’t deny the attraction I feel for you either, there is definitely something between us. But it’s a package deal.”

“I don’t understand.” I fumbled, trying to get a reign on events.

“Sara and Jeff have both seen you, they sat next to us at several restaurants. They both like you and think you’d be great for us as well. Of course they don’t know you as well as I do, but I’ve filled them in on the important stuff. We’re willing to give it a try if you want to. Chances are it’ll be a nice fling but you won’t stay, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea after all.”

“You mean me and you, and me and this Sara” I shuddered

She nodded, “And you and Jeff” she said pointedly staring at me all the while. I don’t know what my face looked like at the time but I’m fairly sure it was a mixture of shock and disbelief. When I was young I had been with a boy before, we had even sucked each other off, but that was years in my past and since then I had been an avowed heterosexual. I never even recalled Brad, the boy I had experimented with, until this moment.

“I don’t know.” I stammered.

She sighed. “Like I said we’re happy for the most part. Jeff is Bisexual as well though he’s never found the final soul mate we’ve been looking for. Sara and I let Jeff play the field, but it’s tough these days even when you’re cautious. The few men we have been interested in never allowed themselves to open up to the possibilities. To be honest this is the first time I’ve tried to bring a guy into the group.”

“Possibilities?” I asked. I was really just trying to keep her talking while I sorted everything out, trying to find a diplomatic solution that would certainly be lost if I started talking off the top of my head.

She smiled mischievously and damn if her eyes didn’t catch the candlelight and twinkle like a thousand tiny stars dancing in her emerald eyes. “Its the little things mostly, waking up in the arms of people who truly love you. Being able to indulge every fantasy without fear or shame. There are economic possibilities as well, we’re quite well off as we all have significant incomes. You’ve been in relationships before so you know there’s times when you’re in the mood but your partner isn’t, well in a threesome you stand a better chance, in a foursome it’s whenever the mood strikes you. Of course we’re very discrete, so there’s no real social ramifications either. It’s nobody else’s business what we do in our bedroom.”

“I don’t know.” I said slowly. “I don’t know if I can be with another man like that and I haven’t even met them, I may not even like them.”

She shrugged, a resigned expression on her face. “I know. It’s hard enough to find one special person let alone three. We’ve even been together with several true bisexual men but they just never really clicked. If it continues, it will probably just end up as another fling, we’ll have some fun, but you’ll move on. It’s happened before.”

“And you’ll keep looking?”, I asked.

She nodded. “We are so very close to being complete. What we have even now is enough to know we’re shooting for something really special. You can meet them tonight if you want. They’re down at the coffee house around the corner. There’s no obligations, we can just meet and talk. You can take however long you need.”

I thought it over, the objections where obvious even to my whirling mind. But a girl like Sandra came around once in a blue moon. Average was the best way to describe me. Short black hair, cut in corporation approved manner. An average face that tended to be lost in crowds though some have complimented me on my blue eyes. My chin was masculine but not powerfully so. I had broad shoulders but little muscle tone. You simply don’t build that etched Greek God look shoving papers around a desk. The only areas I wasn’t average in was my height, 6’2″ and my cock which I have been told was pleasingly larger than normal.

I had dated and slept with average women all my life. Sandra was not average though, she could have been a playmate if she wanted, she was the physical ideal of beauty. But it was more than that too. Looks go far, but her looks were just the icing on the cake. We clicked. I knew it, she knew it. She was someone I could sleep with, talk with, and have fun with and that combination just doesn’t come around once a day. A man’s lucky if it comes along once in a lifetime. And truth be told if she had been “normal” in this one respect she would have long since been taken and been completely out of my reach no matter how well we clicked a wedding ring would have put a damper on my flirting.

Slowly, reluctantly I agreed to meet her friends. Even after that I couldn’t even bring my self to think I agreed to meet her lovers. The walk to the coffee shop was short and quiet, as I was still staggering under what I was doing, what I would say, what I would do. She was just as apprehensive or maybe she was just allowing me the quiet I needed to sort things out.

Karr’s Coffee Emporium was a hot spot among the local yuppies, it had a large common room, but in the back the coffee shop turned into a virtual library with richly stained bookcases filled to the brim with books of all sorts offered nooks and crannies where one could sip his or her coffee to a good book, person, or people in relative privacy. Sandra navigated through the warrens until we entered a small area with a couple sipping coffee, they were laughing softly as we came in but stopped as soon as we entered as we all sized each other up. Sandra’s eyes shifting nervously from me to them and back again as she introduced us.

Sara was an average woman of her age though from the care she took with her appearance she would stand out slightly in a crowd. Not beautiful maybe, but not plain either. She had long straight jet black hair that ended in soft curls near her shoulders. She had brown eyes, a slightly large nose, but full luscious red lips, all set in a rounded though not plump face. Where Sandra stood nearly as tall as I did at 6″0’, Sara was short, barely 5’2″ to my 6’2″, she was rounder than Sandra with smaller breasts, and the hips just bordered between invitingly wide and to wide. She was the sort of woman I had often dated, and often slept with. Where she lacked in outright beauty she compensated with a wholesome quality that is hard to define but easy to spot.

I eyed Jeff nervously knowing he was sizing me up as a sexual partner. He was just a little taller than I was at 6’3″. Though I was not in the habit of sizing men up, he was definitely handsome. His short blond hair accentuated a powerful, rugged, clean-shaven face right down to the strong powerful masculine jaw that I lacked. His blue eyes stared openly back at me, meeting me eye to eye a few times, though never for long as he dropped his gaze or I dropped mine. He had large powerful shoulders, and his short sleeved shirt showed off powerful arms. He definitely worked out, no doubt the rest of him would be as well defined.

We stood there staring at each other for I don’t know how long until Jeff coughed and said in a rich deep voice, “Awkward isn’t it?”

It was exactly the right thing to say and we all laughed nervously breaking the tension and settled down. Sandra and I punched in our order at the thoughtfully placed computer. She had chosen something exotic, double mocca whipped something or other I chose basic black with cream and sugar, my usual. We sat in uncomfortable silence which slowly began to loom until the waiter, thankfully quick, brought us our order.

The coffee served to smooth things out a bit. Jeff broke the silence by telling me about his job as a weight trainer for the city pro basketball team. That certainly explained his build, and there was no tension at all as we began to discuss the local team and their current state. I’m a rabid basketball fan, baseball I can take or leave, football’s fun to watch when you’re with a group, but basketball is my one true sport. I would have gladly named Jeff a friend just for his knowledge of the game, and I actually got excited when he offered to take all of us to the game on in a few weeks, and the only way to describe the location of those seats would be “Totally Awesome”.

The girls I noticed where listening attentively, even offering a comment or two in passing, but it was obvious that we were talking on a level way out of their league. They enjoyed basketball, true, but they tended to take things on a game by game basis. After an hour had passed Jeff and I had laid out the odds of our team against every other team in the league. When we began pitting our team against the all time greats, Sandra cleared her throat subtly and seeing her expression Jeff and I leaned back in our seats and laughed.

“So tell me about yourself Sara.”, I said diplomatically. I was feeling darn good right now and weirdness or not I was having a good time. So I was in a receptive mood as she spoke.

“Nothing so glamorous as rubbing down a tired, sweaty, ball pusher.” She laughed. “I’m a network analyst for CalCorp. I basically keep all their offices connected to the Internet.”

Bingo! With her third sentence she hit on our mutual interest. I am beyond a doubt a computer hobbyist, I started with the old Tandy TSR-80 (trash-80 and say it with affection damnit), graduating to the Atari Line (The old Commodore’s’ just didn’t have the specs) then to the PC line. I had run a BBS back when 1200 was as fast as you could get, all the way up to when the Internet made all that obsolete. And so for the next hour Sara and I talked over nothing but computers and the Internet, and I was more than a little impressed that their house had a leased high speed line directly to her company’s network and then out to the Internet. What took me hours to download literally took them seconds.

Eventually though the conversation shifted to more general topics of current events, favorite vacation destinations, the arts, the sciences, and everything in-between as we just let the conversation flow where it would. The hour grew long and finally we parted company. Sandra and I walked arm in arm back to my apartment tower. I thought we would part at the garage as she returned home but she surprised me by following me back up to my apartment. She smiled at the door when I offered her a nightcap. “I think you had more planned this evening than just a nightcap.”

Again confusion overcame me. And seeing it she kissed me softly and said in a low sultry voice, “If it’s a fling it’s a fling. Eventually it will be an all or nothing deal. With the other’s you can go as slow as you wish or need, but I think you and I at least are ready to see if we’re as compatible as we think we are.” I smiled as understanding dawned. “There is one thing. We get screened for STD’s every three months and we’re all clean we want to keep it that way. I trust you enough to let you decide weather we need a condom or not.”

Confusion turned to eager anticipation as she melted into my arms, there would be no condom – my company had a generous health plan for executives and I was clean on my last check just a few weeks ago. We kissed passionately there on my doorstep, until raw lust drug us inside. When the door closed she started tearing off my clothing, literally. Never before had I been with a woman so eager for sex that she tore off my clothing, it was new and totally, totally exciting. I replied in kind, ripping off several buttons of her blouse when fumbling with them became to much of a frustration.

With all the urgency of pent up feelings for one another we joined. It was not slow and romantic as I had envisioned but animalistic, fast, and furious. As I slid into her warm moist folds I discovered Sandra’s last secret. Some women I’ve slept with might as well been asleep letting me do all the work and with me receiving pleasure only from the contact between us. Some women were more active and thus the pleasure for me greater. Only one or two had control of their inner muscles either consciously or subconsciously, and if you find a woman like that hold on to her as tight as you can because she’ll make you a very happy man. The only way to describe it is a full body contact blow job while fucking your brains out.

The two previous women were modestly active, helping me along as the needs warranted but relied on their skills to really bring me off. Sandra was a woman with full mastery of this most erotic art and she exploited it to perfection. If we had just held each other, neither of us moving she would have been the best partner I had ever had. But Sandra was also a wild woman, she moaned and grunted and even screamed. The neighbors where surly awake by now and I was probably going to get a reputation that’s not all that bad for a man to have. Her thighs where firmly locked around my waist, her feet playing along the inside of my legs. Her hands where firmly locked around my buttocks sometimes with her fingernails biting almost painfully into my fleshy cheeks.

Lord how that woman moved! She squirmed and rocked, pulled me in with her hands, helped me out with her legs. I had to use every shred of will power not to cum in the first thirty seconds. Her right hand raced delicately up my back then she started feeling my face, caressing it. It was a unique feeling and only added to the excitement. She forced a finger into my mouth and probed, pulling at my cheek. Then the hand was gone back to it’s original position on my buttocks as her very verbal cues told me she was close, which was fine by me, I was long past my time.

Suddenly I felt her finger around my anus, and I tightened reflexively but my own saliva on her insistent finger won through and as I felt the intrusion I lost control even as her own earth shattering orgasm arrived. Her whole body flushed and trembled. My rapturous grunts mixed with her animalistic grunts and with each spurt of my seed I felt my anus contract around her finger inside me. And then in the throws of her own ecstasy she began to massage my prostrate. Some men can handle that, some can’t. The ones that can handle the incredible intensity of the result are changed forever and I was one of them. My orgasm which normally would last only ten seconds or so stretched out to an endless wave of pleasure. Her delicate touch inside me, coaxing every last drop from me, extending the orgasm past anything I had ever known before.

Finally it ended and I collapsed on top of her, allowing myself to shrink inside her, hesitant to admit it was finally over. She was breathing as fast as I was, panting as she recovered. From her satisfied look and warm smile I knew that somehow I had pleasured her well and truly. As our sweat strewn bodies touched we kissed with a soft and gentle intensity.

“That was unbelievable.” I said finally.

She smiled. “You can thank Jeff for the last part. It always drives him wild when I do that.”

“It had the same effect on me I assure you.” I replied

“Like I say, there’s a lot of possibilities this is just one of them realized.”, She answered. I knew her negotiating skills well by now, she was still selling me the idea and would be relentless until I at least acknowledged it. But she was cheating horribly. A man would do much for a girl like Susan on looks and personality alone, when sex was introduced into the mix there wasn’t much choice for the man at all. Susan was every man’s wet dream and ultimate fantasy and she was right here in my arms.

We made love again later on, slow and gentle this time. Unhurried, uncomplicated, more taking pleasure in being with each other than for the act itself. The climax while not as powerful as before, was satisfying in it’s own right. There were no exotic tricks this time, just the low gentle grunts of pleasure. And when it was over we slept the best kind of sleep. There is nothing like drifting in and out of slumber feeling yourself inside a woman next to you with the normal (at least for me) morning hardon finding safe sanctuary within the warm folds of her womanhood. When we were both awake enough to appreciate it, we finished what we had started as we had the last time, slow and easy.

We spent a leisurely Saturday Morning complimenting each other over a breakfast we made together. I was surprised at how much I ate, but the previous night had taken a lot out of me and I suspected I would need my strength. After breakfast Sandra borrowed my phone and called home she assured whoever it was that she was safe, sound and very happy. She then went into excruciating detail on our previous night’s activities. I was more than a little flattered to hear her describe just how much I had managed to please her.

That afternoon we went over to her house, it was a stylish home in a ritzy suburb near town. I probably could have afforded a house in the neighborhood but it would have been a stretch, these were not inexpensive homes. Jeff and Sara met us at the door and they each hugged and kissed Susan. Sara kissed me on the cheek with a sly smile and Jeff shook my hand. Sandra and I could well have been two old friends who had stopped by to say hello.

We all settled down to watch a football game over a few cold beers and I was surprised that Sara and Sandra got as involved as us guys did. They really were sports fans – but only when a game was actually happening, debating what ifs and comparing possible matches didn’t really hold much attraction for them. When the game ended Jeff and I set up the barbecue out by the pool and made ready to grill up some handsomely cut steaks. The girls were inside covering the rest of the meal.

“You did right by Sandra last night.” Jeff said.

I wasn’t sure how to respond since it wasn’t a question and I wasn’t used to discussing my intimate life with other guys. “She seemed to enjoy it.” I replied. “I know I did.”

He smiled broadly. “She’s a wild one all right. Sara’s a real hoot as well. She’s different, but it’s like comparing two sunrises.”

I blushed as we waded into still uncomfortable territory. Feeling bold I asked the question that had been nagging me. “You don’t look, I mean you don’t seem the kind of guy who hangs around other guys.”

Thinking back on my days with Brad I realized he was right at least about the foreplay part. A mouth was pretty much a mouth, a few women reciprocated oral sex with me and it was all pretty much like I had remembered with Brad. But with Brad we simply met, dropped our drawers, sucked each other off, then moved on to whatever play two young children could get into. I wonder if I would have been as open minded about the subject as Jeff if Brad hadn’t moved away a short three months after we had started.

Hesitantly at first, but with a little more confidence as I progressed I told Jeff about my only previous experience in the area. He nodded, understanding completely. “It’s normal, believe me. Most kids have that kind of experience though usually it only goes so far as jacking each other off. In real life most people grow out of it and settle down with a member of the opposite sex, but some of us never grow out of it, and others just bury it as deep in their past as they can push it. All of us know you’re at least heterosexual, the only real question is if can you recapture your youth a little bit.”

“I don’t know.” I said feeling lost. “I certainly like you. We could be friends in any circumstances. I’ll even admit that you’re very pleasing to the eye. But I don’t know if I could go that far with you or anyone for that matter. And that’s what scares me, because if I can’t I’ll loose Sandra.”

He frowned with a sad face. “You’ve got it bad all right. She can certainly have that effect on people.”

“If I can’t….” I paused. “There’s no possible way to work out an agreement?”

He shook his head. “It’s complicated beyond all reason I know man, but if you haven’t noticed, the singles scene out there is scary. Aside from the diseases there’s the psychos and the wackos. If you stay just for Sandra or even for both the girls that still leaves me out in the cold and we play dice with our lives with every partner I find, though we’re as careful as we can possibly be. If you can’t handle me then sooner or later you’ll demand more. You’ll won’t understand why she still wants to be with me and not exclusively with you. It’s human nature, I know I’m fighting a case of it myself right now. Sad as it is, thems the facts. Everyone in this house has to deal with them no matter how hard it hurts.”

It made sense I have to admit that, though at the time I sure wish it didn’t. I definitely wanted Sandra and I had already confirmed Jeff’s statement because I wanted her all to myself now and forever. Eventually the conversation shifted to lighter fare and by the time we had the steaks grilled to absolute perfection we were laughing and chatting like old friends.

The dinner was a smashing success. The long afternoon of guzzling beer topped off by the perfectly selected wine gave me a warm buzz. After dinner as a discrete maid whisked away the dishes we chatted lightly over a game of spades. Sandra and I were partners at first until it we found we were completely unbeatable. The long weeks of negotiations had given us a finely tuned sense of each other’s moves. So we switched and it was the guy’s vs. the gals with mixed and often humorous results.

The hour came when it was to late for Sandra to drive me back home, when I managed to get her off to the side I propositioned her but she smiled and said, “Not tonight dearest, and don’t think for a second I don’t want to feel you inside me again, but I have another engagement. Sara will sleep with you if you want, or you can sleep alone in the guest bedroom, or you can join us. The choice is yours.”

“You planned this.” I accused. It had her fingerprints all over it, she had maneuvered me almost the same in our negotiations, giving something my company needed then refusing to yield further until something equally dear had been won.

She patted me on the cheek and smiled warmly, “Like a chess match studmuffin. We’re shooting for mate with everything we’ve got.”

I couldn’t resist it, I laughed as I caught the pun that worked on so many different levels. “I don’t think I should sleep alone tonight.” I said finally. “I guess it might be fun to see if Sara and I are compatible.”

Sandra kissed me warmly. “I knew you’d try.” She said. She said it without a trace of pride in herself, but rather pride in me. And despite my mixed feelings I took pleasure that I had passed muster at least this far. Up to now it had all been for Sandra, for me and Sandra as she sucked me into her world. Now it had to be for someone else as well otherwise it would all fall apart.

Sandra slipped away and I saw her whisper something to Sara who brightened and looked at me with an open smile. She strutted over to me, that was the only word to describe it. In a low sultry voice she said “So Lover tonight it’s you and me. You’d better prepare yourself because we’re going to put alt.binaries.pictures.erotica to shame.

“With or without the spam.” I quipped.

She laughed heartily then shot back, “I’ll spam you until you’re balls are blue.” And as if to emphasize the point she boldly reached down and squeezed my cock through my pants.

She looked thoughtful for a moment as if considering what she held, though it was hardly in it’s crowing glory at the moment, though if she continued that would soon change. “I think something special tonight. Something maybe just a touch taboo.” We were alone now, Jeff and Susan had slipped off to the bedroom.

“You like Porno Stud?” She asked.

“On occasion.” I answered. It served its purposes between relationships and sometimes during.

“Then you’re in for a treat. I’ve got just the thing to get us in the mood. You can watch, but don’t do anything until I tell you.” She warned. I nodded, feeling like a twig that had just fallen into the rapids. She pressed her fingers to her lips and pulled me into the same bedroom Susan and Jeff had gone into.

They were completely disrobed and just getting into bed when we entered. They glanced at us as Sara sat me down on the couch but only a glance. Susan was as beautiful as I remembered her, and Jeff as chiseled as I had imagined. A Greek God with a Greek Goddess. I couldn’t help it, it was nothing more than basic human instinct, and I mentally compared Jeff’s engorged member with my own rapidly swelling instrument. Though average in looks I was a little more well endowed than the average man and Jeff looked to be about 5″ to my almost 7″.

A porno flick would have served the same purpose, but watching my lover with Jeff, watching these two beautiful people together, watching it live knowing that real flesh was touching real flesh, that was sex almost in and of itself. Jeff started slowly, he kissed her passionately cupping her breasts. Then he moved down and sucked on her full ripe breasts alternating from one to the other. Then down further to her abdomen, then he planted himself between her legs.

My cock throbbed at the sight of them, of Sandra squirming, imagining her pleasure, remembering the night before. I reached down to straighten it but Sara’s hand grasped my wrists and she whispered in my ear, “Look but don’t touch.”

“For a second.” I insisted, and quickly made myself more comfortable. She smiled knowingly and turned to watch the show.

Jeff tongued my lover to a loud orgasm that sounded just as satisfying to her as the night before. When she was done she purred and pulled him up for a kiss. I could see his cock poised above her, ready to impale her. But they parted and she turned over and raised herself onto all fours. Doggie Style I thought wickedly, a position I had seen on porno but never experienced. Jeff played his penis around her pussy, teasing it, dipping it in and out until even in the dim light I saw the sheen of moister glistening around his cock.

Then he parted her ass and plunged deep into her hole. Sara leaned over to me and whispered in a wickedly devilish voice. “She’s taking it up the ass for him. Does it make you hot to realize there’s a willing and open hole? She’s so in lust right now she’d tear you to pieces with her need. Does that make you hot? I makes me hot.”

I looked over and noticed that Sara had disrobed and was fingering herself openly. When she noticed my gaze she pulled her lips farther apart to reveal the perfectly shaped folds within. Moving her finger up to massage the largest clit I have ever seen on a woman. This girl was built for sex and she was letting me know it in no uncertain terms. She let me watch her a moment then turned my head back to the other action, not that I couldn’t fail to notice them. Even when not in my sight they were both very vocal.

“Ohhh yea, fuck that ass lover.” Sandra said sharply. “Deeper, all the way in, ohhh yea.”

Jeff replied in kind, “Ohh yea bitch you love it, you know it.”

How much of it was play on Sandra’s part and how much was real I really couldn’t say for she had dropped her head and chest onto the pillows and was fingering herself rapidly. Jeff’s part was completely genuine, there’s just no way to fake that kind of enthusiasm. He had a firm grasp on her waist and was almost brutally pulling and pushing her to gain the leverage he needed to reach that speed. Then he grunted and fell forward, embracing her, humping her ass like a dog in heat.

As they recovered, Sara pulled me up and began disrobing me as she led me to the bedroom next door. I was almost in pain from the sexual tension. It had been almost half an hour watching Sandra and Jeff go at each other and with most of that time a nubile and very willing woman fingering herself off to quite a few orgasms by my side. My need was almost overpowering but she pushed me away as I attempted to take her.

“Get on the bed.” She ordered. I complied, with extreme haste. If I just touched my cock now it would explode. She walked to a nearby chest of drawers and rummaged around. I saw her fasten a belt around her waist, and noted painfully how it tucked seductively inside her buttocks like a thong. She turned around and I was shocked to see her wearing a dildo, a fairly small one, but a dildo non the less. The intent was very clear.

“Turn over stud. You’re going to feel everything Sandra felt and more. I promise.”, She said.

She approached the bed and I hesitated. I was caught up in their game, and their plan. Lust merged with anger then resentment. As she approached I grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed.

“Ohhh!” She said in surprise.

 

I ripped the toy off of her, noting with surprise the garment was doubly endowed with a much larger one for her, exposing her to my eager eyes. My hand slid between her legs roughly and I grasped her. She was dripping wet, and her swollen clit was erotically obvious. I threw her game back in her face as I began to finger her. Involuntarily her legs parted and I seized the opening diving down and partaking of her generously. She was so hot it was like a fever, my tongue plunged deep and I sensed the same muscular control that Sandra had, then up as I sucked her clit into my mouth, letting my lips and tongue roll over the super sensitive flesh. I knew she was nearing climax and almost at the peak I stopped and moved up to her.

“Now we play please the house guest or we play nothing at all.” I said more harshly than I intended. I had never really played these kind of sex games before, it had always been straight missionary wham bam thank you mam with occasional oral sex to spice things up, I knew it was a game, I knew I had broken the rules, but damnit I NEEDED release. And fortunately so did she for she pulled me into her with surprising speed. The orgasm began on the third thrust and hers followed soon after. Jeff was right, she was different, but different as two sunsets. Both beautiful, both totally satisfying. For her sake I endured the brief after climax over stimulation and saw her through to the end.

“I’m sorry.” I said as we lay together afterwards. “It’s all to much to fast and I couldn’t stand the need. If you had resisted I think I might have raped you.”

She chuckled. “The moment I put my hand on your crotch this moment was cast in stone, how we got here was a question, but we got here. You did fine, there are no rules to this game you know.”

“Yes there are.” I reminded her solemnly.

She sighed. “If you force it Dan it will never come. Just go with the flow, have fun, and stop thinking about what ifs.”

“Is that an order?” I asked mockingly then softly biting her surprisingly large and plump nipple.

“I think I’ll pass on the orders for now, you’re not to good at following them Call it a suggestion.” She grinned as she reached down and grasp my well used tool. And thought it had been but minutes, and though I had practically exhausted myself the night before and the morning as well, she coaxed it to life again to our pleasant surprise.

“Can I suggest a new position?” She asked playfully. “Missionary gets a bit old after you’ve visited the wilder side not that it isn’t an old favorite.”

“Just what where you going to do with that thing anyway.” I knew the answer but I wanted to make sure.

She laughed. “Whatever you let me do with it. You know it wasn’t curiosity that killed the cat, it was the pleasure.” She winked.

“Jeff likes it?” I asked.

“Jeff goes wild.”, She promised. “Of course he also goes wild for fruitcake so draw your own conclusions.” She laughed.

“Be gentle.” I said, trying to hide my apprehensions behind a comedic virgin joke. “It’s my first time.”

She practically beamed as she refastened the Velcro toy and expertly placed me in just the right position. She reached over to the night stand and pulled out a tube of jelly which she applied liberally to my ass, carefully massaging my hole and ensuring there was plenty of the stuff in and around me to spare. She’d pause as she loosened me up to reach down and jerk me just to keep the old juices flowing. Then the moment had arrived. My end was small enough, maybe 3″ tops and not very wide. But as the tip penetrated and the rest followed it felt like a baseball bat had been thrust inside me. No pain just the ever present feeling of fullness.

She paused for a long moment to give me time to adjust or object, then she began to move in and out rubbing by back with her hands, the jelly like a masseuse’s oil. I just let myself go in the sensations, it was pleasing yes oddly satisfying in a way, and erotic enough for my cock to bob in the air in time with her thrusts. Slowly, gradually she picked up the pace and I realized I was feeling pleasure. As my cock thrust unresponsive air futilely each involuntary thrust contracted my anus around the foreign object and each contraction a unique source of pleasure.

From Sara’s moans of pleasure, her end was working just fine for her..

“I can see you fucking air lover boy.” Sara said playfully as she reached around and tugged on me much as once might tug on a cow’s teat for milk. The electric thrill the additional stimulation caused was overpowering and I grunted in pleasure.

She leaned over me her breasts pressed firmly on my back her head moving beside mine as she rocked forwards and back, letting me support her weight so her hands could caress my chest. The thrill was definitely present. She was breathing hot and heavy now, right into my ear, grunting with more and more frequency. Between grunts she spoke to me. “You fuck Air now lover mine, imagine though, imagine it’s not air but Sandra’s hot wet pussy, she’s clamping down on you hard like it has a mind of it’s own, feel her clit run along your shaft as you pump in and out, in and out.”

“Ohhh” She moaned, and I moaned right along with her as the powerful image took root in my mind. “I’m about to cum stud, but I’m a poor substitute. Below you is Sandra above you is Jeff. Feel him in you, not cold plastic but hot throbbing flesh, not slender arms wrapped around you but strong masculine arms. But you’re no less a man, Sandra is proving that Stud, you can fuck with the best of them and oh you’re fucking her now, being fucked is just the spice. Ohhhhhh.” She gasped but continued. “Jeff’s fucked Sandra before you, you’re sliding in and out of her, her juices mingled with his sperm. And when Jeff cums you know it, his strong hands pulls you in he is so deep, and you feel his hot seed begin to fill you fast and faster and you can’t stand it when Sandra comes you follow them both into the most explicit explosion you’ve ever felt. OH GOD YES!” She screamed.

And the image was so intense, her words so demanding, her proximity so close, the sensations so keen that for the first time in my life I climaxed with barely a touch and not a touch at all at the end. And as my seed splattered over my chin and chest, I lived the image. Jeff was damn straight when he said Sara was the imaginative one, you couldn’t get more imaginative than this. To tired for words, to sated for anything, we fell asleep in each others arms with a very contented smile on my strange partner’s face.

My sleep was light and troubled as the old battled the new. I remember a most disturbing dream where I prowled the gay leather bars openly propositioning dangerous looking men. I woke with a start to that one, but Sara only snuggled closer and I drifted back to sleep, it’s hart to feel gay snuggled up to a pleasingly soft woman. The other dreams are hazy and foggy, but most involved the four of us together. Sometime during the night I woke again, Sara had shifted in her sleep and had guided my dream induced erection inside her. How much was dream after that and how much reality I’ll never really know.

The next morning Sara proved that she could enjoy “normal” sex as much as the next person if you call her on top of me riding me like a wild bronco normal. She was a creature of fantasy and when she came it was with a “YEEEEHAW!” that shook the house to it’s very foundations. And I came shortly after with her hands running rampant across my chest while I grabbed onto her breasts and held on for dear life. With Sandra there was true love, we had known each other long enough. With Sara there was true Lust and that would serve for the time being. In two short days I had fallen deeper into “perversion” than I had ever though possible and there was a huge abyss yet before me..

It was Sunday morning and over yet another large breakfast which I eagerly consumed, Sara recounted in the most excruciating detail the night before while Jeff and Sandra smiled knowingly, obviously familiar with Sara’s games. Sara would pause now and again her silence an invitation for me to join in, but partly from embarrassment (after all who wants’ all his friends to know he had just been royally and thoroughly fucked?) but mostly because she was far more vivid that I ever could be I declined the offer with my silence.

“I swear I had to wipe his cum off his face, he was that turned on.” Sara recounted. “I do believe there’s hope for him yet.”

“Is there really hope for you Dan?” Sandra asked hopefully.

“Let’s just say I’m still thinking it over, although a strong friend of the court case has been made.” I said diplomatically. Everyone laughed at that.

“Watch out for her Bud”, Jeff said. “She once had me imagining myself being fucked by a giant octopus. The experience totally ruined the sushi bars for me afterwards.” And another round of laughter rippled through the room.

It was a quiet, peaceful, relaxing day spent around the TV watching the football game, drinking beer, chatting, eating popcorn, and just generally being surrounded by fun people. As dusk fell, I made my apologies, though none were needed, and Sara drove me home. She offered to stay the night with me, “to set me off to work in style” she said. But I begged off, two nights and two days of very intense sex had finally taken it’s toll and if I slept with her tonight I’d be burned out the next day and I had a big meeting that afternoon. She understood, friends are like that sometimes.

The evening was young yet, barely going on 7:30, and I flipped idly through reports and statistics. But the numbers blurred together and I found my mind drifting back to the trio. I could picture myself with Sandra, I could picture myself with Sara, but without the heat of the moment Sara had provided I just couldn’t picture myself with Jeff not without every emotion possible all jumping onto center stage at the same time. And as 7:30 turned to 8:00 I realized I had a major problem on my hands.

I shoved the reports aside noticing for the first time really how silent and lonely the apartment was. I missed Sandra already, and felt incomplete, again for the first time. Odd how I had never noticed such things before. Only those who can see and then are blinded know what they are missing, those born blind are spared that singular pain. I missed Sara too, her wit, her humor, and her quirky imagination. I missed Jeff but again with the lack of any real hint of sexual desire or if the desire was there buried under those damned mixed, jumbled, swirling mass of emotions.

Frustrated, I rummaged around and found my car keys and headed out to Phil’s. Phil’s was a dive pure and simple. The customer’s there went to drink and little else. It was my designated breakup spot, I always went there after a relationship broke up, weather to celebrate, forget, or commiserate, depended on the relationship. The room was surprisingly deserted with only one lone drunk in the far booth snoring away with his hand on a half full glass of beer and his head on the table.

I pulled up to the bar and sat down.

“What’s yer pleasure?” The barkeep asked. A thin skinny man who always reminded me of the bartender on the Simpsons, Moe I think the character’s name was. The voice just about fit as well, though maybe not as nasally.

“Jack Daniel’s” I replied, then on a whim said, “I’ll take the bottle.”

“Serious night.” The barkeep said as he dropped a shot glass and a half full bottle of the whiskey on the bar.

“Relationship problems.” I said as I poured a full glass and gulped it down, waiting for the fire to subside.

“Breaking up?” He asked.

“Just getting started.” I groaned.

He laughed and I joined him for it really did sound ridiculous. “To me a just getting started breakup is the best kind, saves you money.” He said trying to play the consoling bartender.

“Trouble is, she’s THE ONE. I know it here.” I pounded my chest as I took another swig.

“Ouch.” The barkeep said. “Unrequited.”

“Nope.” I said, taking the third. “She’s as hot for me as I am for her, and you wouldn’t believe the sex.”

“Sounds like paradise.” He said trying to get a handle on my problem. “Hold on for a second.” And he moved out from the bar to serve two rough looking characters who had taken a booth near the entrance. A couple more came in, then a few more people drifted in and it was almost half an hour before he returned and at that time I was feeling no pain and had decided I really didn’t need a shot glass. It was getting hard to keep it all in the glass anyway, even once I had it poured. A day of beer followed by a night of whiskey especially lots of whiskey tends to do that to a person I guess.

“Ok.” He said as he returned. “Let me see if I got this straight. You found THE ONE. You love her, she loves you, and the sex is unbelievable. What’s the problem?”

“She’s bishexuaal” I replied.

Again he laughed. “That’s a problem? Two for the price of one? You don’t have a problem pal you have a bloody miracle.”

I studied an interesting chip in the bar for a moment before remembering what I was doing. “She’s gota boyfriend andr girlfriend. Girlfriend way hot sex fun fun fun. Boyfriend bishexuaal to that’s the problem.”

The barkeep gingerly removed the bottle from my hand and replaced it with a hot cup of java that could taste good only to a drunk. I frowned but at that particular time one beverage was pretty much the same as another and my common law psychiatrist returned to his job, making sure my cup was topped off as he passed by now and again.

The bar was empty save for me and the bartender when I woke up. I must have drifted off to sleep. Even in a dive like this it was the rare bartender who let patrons sleep at the bar, that’s where the money was made. It really musta been a slow night. “Sorry.” I groaned.

He shrugged. “That’s what we’re here for. Slow night so I didn’t disturb you, you looked like you need the sleep anyway.”

“How much do I owe you?”, I asked fumbling for my wallet. The clock said 1:30, I was going to be a wreck tomorrow morning.

“$50.00 will cover it. You can have the rest of the bottle now.”

I waved it off and slapped a hundred on the counter. “Keep the change.” I said.

He hesitated as he took the bill then as I was turning to leave he said, “Look Pal, I don’t know you, you don’t know me. We get all kinds in here, believe me so I tend to look on it all philosophically. When it’s closing time and I find to men going at each other in the stall, well I guess the best thing to say is they don’t look like they’re hurting each other. At least not usually. Not that I’m advocating mind you, I’m a straight arrow myself.”

He paused and then continued. “Look when I graduated I met my ONE, man I was in paradise, she was to I think. We talked about settling down, raising kids, all that rot. Then the war came and when my duty was up I got a job that took me halfway across the country. Well it had been years since I saw her, and I wrote her a dear Jane letter and packed up. The company went bust and I bounced from job to job until I ended up here. She married my best friend and he went to work for the steel mill and even made executive now they have a nice house, nice car, and a passel of kids running around. I looked but never found the ONE again. Never. And you know I don’t envy my friend his job, his house, or his car. But his girl I envy and his kids and it eats you up inside.”

“What would you do.” I said solemnly.

“Knowing that there would never be another truly special person like that, someone who really made life seem bright and cheery? I’d let the bloke bugger me until I was blue in the face and be thankful to boot. But like I say, you see all kinds in here, and you develop a thick skin.”

“And if there was another one around the corner maybe? Maybe not someone quite so exciting but very conventional and very safe?”

The barkeep thought on that. “If I KNEW, and I mean KNEW it would happen and I’d die happy, then I think I’d pass on the first one.”

It was still twenty minutes to closing time and I sat back down asking for a coffee for the road. When he returned I almost regretted the order but I swilled some down. “That’s the catch isn’t it. No one knows. Her girlfriend I could grow to love, she really is exciting physically and we click well. The boy friend I like him, he’s even handsome really. But just the thought of it all I like him and hate him, I desire him and am stark raving scared of him. That and every other confused conflicting emotion in the book.”

He shrugged. “The gay’s don’t have it easy you know, at least once a month I have to break up some fight or other where some dirtbag who’s only claim to dignity is he isn’t homosexual or black or Jewish decides that a queer’s head would make a damn fine baseball.. And there’s otherwise respectable people who’d actually cheer him on. That’s probably what you’re really scared of. Not the act, but what others would do if they found out.”

I frowned. There was most certainly that. If my friends, or family, or some homophobic dirtbag found out I could find a significant portion of a life I still depended on put in jeopardy. But they were discrete, only a select few knew and they tended to have good taste in people if not for anything very long term.

A cop poked his head in the door and looked around. “Evening Harry.” He said. “Slow night?”

“Yup.” The bartender replied. “The economy’s good, the stars are in alignment, everyone’s to happy to be in a joint like this at least until Monday.”

“You need a ride home pal?” He said obviously meaning me. I must have looked a complete fright..

I touched my nose with my finger and walked a straight line just to be sure. I grinned as I shook my head no. I was feeling better, though it was still like to little butter over to much bread as a famous author once said.

“Ok, but be careful anyway. A straight line isn’t always a straight line at 55.”, he waved goodbye and disappeared.

I availed myself of the facilities and closing my eyes and nose to the general debauchery around me I focused on Jeff and same thing. Then I laid out very specific parameters, the foremost being that we would NEVER be found out. And the image came! Not as strong as with Sandra or even Sara but a faint interest tinged with desire, mixed with curiosity. I’d have to delve further to really root out my fears, but suddenly things didn’t seem so dim any longer.

I stopped by the bar one last time. “I think I’ll try for the second.” I lied blatantly. “Maybe I’ll find her, maybe I won’t but at least I can keep my life as uncomplicated as I can until then.” I smiled and slapped another hundred on the bar.

“I really can’t take this.” He protested.

“You’ve done me more good than a dozen years of psychiatrists” I shot back, “and you’re still cheaper by far and you serve free drinks.” I winked mischievously and sauntered out of the bar without a care in the world.

Six AM comes along very early after a hard weekend and even earlier after a long night of hard drinking, drunken slumber or not. And after a quick shower shave and my usual pop-tart and coffee I was in the morning rush hour. Back to the old grindstone. Soon I was at my desk pouring over the reports, when Lisa my secretary came in with my coffee. She was an attractive older woman who had worked for the company much longer than I had and while other senior management seemed to favor young pretty air heads, I had chosen her as my assistant because of her track record and had never once regretted my decision

“You have a good weekend?” She asked.

“It was different.” I replied noncommittally.

“It must have been, you look different, happier maybe more content. Did you finally have a fling with Ms. Waters?” She asked as if we were going over the morning report.

“What is it with women?” I asked exasperated. “Some sort of radar or something? Sandra and I were nothing but professional in the office, what could possibly give you the idea that we’re an item?”

She smiled knowingly. “Call it my grandmotherly matchmaking sense.” She replied. “Every woman in the office could see you were attracted to her and her to you. Even if they couldn’t see I know you to well by now. If it helps you at all, we all think it’s a very good match.”

I laughed. “Lisa you don’t know me half as well as you think.” I said with a wink. “Deep down I could have a deep seated lust for grandmotherly matchmaking secretaries, and you know I don’t think it would surprise me in the least today.”

She blushed and laughed. “Ohhh, she must have been good for you. You haven’t been this jovial in a long, long time.” And the smile on her face was genuine to a fault. A dark, bitter, hateful side of me wondered what she would think if I told her everything, but it was a thought easily squashed under the mountains of paperwork on my desk.

I was not as prepared for the meeting as I would have liked but I muddled through it none the worse for wear. When I returned to my office Lisa told me Ms. Waters had called requesting the pleasure of my company after work at her house. Lisa had taken the liberty of accepting for me. She also stressed that the rest of the week was very light and she could cover for me. Which is why a good executive chooses the best assistant he could find. But with Sandra, Sara, and Jeff all working as well, chances are I would manage to keep at least bankers hours the rest of the week.

I met them at their place for a well cooked meal by their very versatile maid. Almost half of Sara’s salary went to support her wages but it was worth every penny in everyone’s opinion. The demands of professional life were rigorous enough without the upkeep of the house and cooking and cleaning to boot. She was also very discrete, in part because of her lack of English, in part because she was paid well over scale to be discrete. And she had been with the group going on six years now.

Over dinner Sandra broached the subject. “Dan, we’d like you to know that if you decide to bring over some cloths and hang your hat up for a while we’d all be more than happy at the decision.”

“We like your company!” Sara piped in. “It’s nothing permanent you understand just an extended sleep over to save the commute back and forth and to avoid missed nights.”

I groaned with a smile. “I don’t think I could have to many nights like this weekend’s. I’d be a dried shriveled old prune before the week was out.”

They laughed but Jeff replied. “Oh we don’t play to much during the week. Sometimes maybe, more often when I’m in the off season. The players tend to wear me ragged sometimes.”

“YOU don’t play much during the season, Sara and I just keep each other comfortable when we need it.” Sandra said with a face that was just short of a girls face with her tongue sticking out. She turned to me and said with a wink, “One of those possibilities I mentioned to you a few days ago. But as much as I hate to admit it, Jeff’s right. There’s not all that much sport during the season. Jeff doesn’t have to many weekends off and occasionally he has to travel with the team on long road trips so it can be hard to schedule time together.”

“This weekend?” I asked.

Jeff shook his head. “Nope. I have Friday off though.”

“I can take Friday off.” Sandra said thinking it over first.

“Ugh. I can’t.” Sara replied. “We’re bringing up a new office this week, local, but it’s a lot of work to get it integrated into the network.”

“I’ve got an assistant who swears she can do my job better than me.” I said. “I guess I’ll let her give it a try and take Friday off. And I think when I come over tomorrow I’ll have a few change of cloths.”

After a wonderful evening I decided to stay over and wake up a little early to swing by my apartment in the morning. Sandra snuggled into the guest bedroom with me. She kissed me warmly and said, “I want you to know how happy you’ve made us all. You’re a great friend, and I know for a fact that I love you.”

I kissed her back. “Then the favor has been returned ten fold. I think for the first time ever I’m really happy. I know it sounds silly, we’ve only slept together one night, but I think I knew from that very first day you were THE ONE. And now maybe it’s not just ONE at all.”

She snuggled closer. “Maybe not just a fling?” She pried.

I smiled. “Are you sure you didn’t work your way up through marketing? You can drop the sales pitch. When the time’s right I’ve decided to have a fling with Jeff and we’ll see where the chips fall.”

She touched my cheek with the back of her hand and her voice was choked as she replied. “Oh Danny, I hope with all my heart they fall in the right places. I think I may have given to much of myself to you to really turn back if they fall wrong.”

“You love them so much don’t you?” I asked, thought it was not a question.

“With almost all my heart.” She replied. “The rest belongs to you.”

“I won’t break your heart.” I promised. “I’ll do everything within my power to make you happy.”

“Promise me though, promise me you’ll leave room for them.”, She said quickly. “Promise me you’ll love them as much as you love me, as much as I love you.”

“With you it was love at first sight.” I explained. “With Sara and probably even more with Jeff it’s going to just have to grow out of friendship. That’s the best I can do right now. I won’t make promises that will only hurt worse later if I can’t keep them.”

It was the right answer, and she snuggled and fell asleep in my arms, and I followed soon after.

Lisa eagerly agreed to cover for me Friday, and my car was loaded with several change of clothing, enough for a full business week and a few leisure clothes. When you traveled as I often did you learned to pack quickly and efficiently. The rest of the week passed in a foggy haze of work and community and more and more the house began to feel like home to me. And when I arrived home Thursday afternoon I was brimming with anticipation.

Jeff and Sara applauded boisterously and acting the clown I sat up in bed and bowed with a flourish. When they shouted “Encore!” I obliged them by moving down and orally stimulating my partner much to everyone’s pleasure. It was the first time I had really seen Sandra’s pussy and it was a beautiful thing indeed. Where Sara’s clit was a massive engorged beast, Sara’s was a tiny erect nub about the diameter of the tip of my finger. Her juices where the most pleasant I had ever tasted, tinged with the bitterness of my own recent pleasures. And whatever I did, I did it right because I had her going as good as before.

“Oh fuck this.” Sara said dejectedly and rushed out.

I paused and frowned, wondering if I had done something wrong, but Sandra’s hands on the back of my head had me quickly focusing on the task at hand. Sandra exploded violently threatening to squeeze my head to a bloody pulp between her thrashing thighs. Jeff was shouting “Bravo!” in a most approving manner.

I lifted my head and I’m sure I had a very self satisfied grin. Sara returned and had her hands on her hips. “No way am I going to miss out on this fun.” She said sternly. “I just sent an e-mail to my assistant and a few others saying I had a fever, which I guess I do, and I wouldn’t be in tomorrow.” She smiled and said, “So I guess we’d all better retire to the master, it’s got the only bed big enough for all of us.”

Sandra gazed into my eyes and asked softly. “Are you ready? So soon?”

I looked over to Jeff noticing the obvious bulge in his underwear and then his slightly apprehensive expression. I answered her while I looked at him. “Yes I’m ready.”

 

We all retired to the master bedroom, and the bed really was monstrous, able to hold five people with relative ease. Once again Sara took charge. “You two go sit on the sofa a while, Dan’s been busy so Sandra and I will show him how it’s done while he fully recovers.”

Jeff settled down and made himself comfortable. “Better settle in for the long haul pard.” He said solemnly. “When those to start they can go on for hours and hours.”

Sandra stuck her tongue out at Jeff playfully and then made the most wicked flicking movement with it I’ve ever seen openly displayed. Sara gave a little shriek of pleasure as she finished disrobing and jumped into bed with my previous lover. They moved into the six/nine position laying on their sides and began to work each other over. Their soft warm bodies coming together in the most eye pleasing of manners. Sara looked up and smiled at me, “Still a little of you left there Stud. Mighty good eatin tonight.”

Watching them together was as much a turnon as watching Jeff and Sandra the other night. Semi-aroused while I had worked over Sandra, I was rock hard from almost the moment the two girls started. It was beautiful and sensual and slow and their hands roamed freely, touching, caressing, each other, fondling each others breasts, muffled grunts of pleasures breaking through their otherwise busy mouths. After about half an hour and at least to orgasm’s apiece Jeff put his arm around me and rested his head on my shoulder. I didn’t move away, letting my head rest against his as we watched the show.

Finally they were done and I was on stage again so to speak and I definitely felt the glare of the spotlight when Jeff looked up and said, “How far do you want to go pard?”

I gulped, swallowing my fears and hesitation. “All the way. Show me what to do and I’ll follow.”

We traded places the girls taking the couch and leaving the bed for us. As we passed each other Sandra grasped my hand and squeezed, the look on her face said it all, she loved me, and that’s all I needed to know. “I’ll get you started by sucking you off a bit and you can finish inside me That pretty much covers all the major points everything else is just so much exotic positioning.” Jeff said. “If you’re up to it afterwards you can do the same for me, but there’s no pressure if you say back off I back off it’s as simple as that.”

I nodded and soon felt his mouth around my very stimulated shaft, he took every last inch of me, something no one’s ever done before and other than that it was straight oral sex, no biggie, been there, done that, I was cool. I was also having a good time, and it only improved as I noticed I had a very clear view of Sara and Sandra fingering each other on the couch as they watched attentively. To guys, watching two girls is damn near a universal turnon, I guess all things being equal girls watching two guys could be just as much fun.

Jeff had an amazing feel for my cock, and he managed to stimulate places that had rarely been stimulated that and his amazing capacity to deep throat me ranked this as the best blow job I had ever received. He also had an amazing knack for timing, speeding up when I seemed to need it, applying more suction when it was called for. He also neatly predicted my “midpoint” that mysterious place between flaccid and orgasm. And he pulled away. For a brief second my cock went unattended as he applied lubricating jelly to himself and then to me and he rolled over and spread his ass cheeks wide apart giving me a clear and unobstructed view of the target.

He was certainly no virgin in this territory, I had seen anuses before in my partners always small puckered things. This seemed wide and inviting and I accepted the invitation. I plunged in and despite my initial impression, Jeff was TIGHT with a capital T. He grunted and I realized I had probably pushed in to fast, but I was the virgin and he was the teacher so when he didn’t say anything I began to move.

It was so tight it was indescribable. The friction was absolutely amazing. I grasped his waist firmly and began to explore this brave new world. I’m sure I wasn’t his best lover, I was to concerned on keeping my own act in gear to really worry about his. But as my urgency grew, I felt Sara behind me just be her feel and her scent and she took one of my hands and guided it around his throbbing member. In for a penny, in for a pound they say and as I finished building to what promised to be a truly momentous EVENT, I pounded away at his meat. The hand position was perfect it was almost like masturbating myself save for the fact I was in this most incredibly tight, hot hole.

Suddenly I gasped and doubled over as the first spasms hit. And as the first jet of cum jetted deep inside him the full impact of it hit me. I was fucking a bloody guy! And it was like another orgasm all over again. Damn the sex with these three was amazing, comparing them to all the others I’ve known would be like comparing the geo metro to a Ferrari. When I was done I just held on to him, feeling the raw power beneath me as I recovered.

“Good thing you came when you did Partner, your huge stick inside me and your hand on my dick was almost to much to handle! Sara should’ve known that but she likes to watch that part as much as the other.”

We rested a moment, though Jeff’s erection didn’t diminish in the slightest, the rest gave him time to prolong the inevitable. It was my turn, and hesitantly I tried to do as I had just been taught. The feel of his cock in my mouth was titillating to say the least, I had never had a grown man’s cock in my mouth before and I brought to bear all my limited prior experience on the subject. Thought he was smaller than me, I nearly gagged when I tried to take it all in and after another similar failure I decided it was something that needed practice and pulled back enough to be comfortable.

I was just starting to enjoy myself when I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Now or never pard. If you want you can finish me like this.”, he said.

“No.” I said. “All the way, and I meant it.” As I turned over and offered myself to him. He liberally applied the jelly and worked a finger in to loosen me up, teaching me how to relax. I took the second finger in stride, and grunted at the third. When he judged me as ready as I’d ever be, I felt the head of his cock slowly push in, then I felt a tearing followed by a terrible burning and the most incredible pain as he worked his way completely inside me.

He stopped and said. “This has to hurt. You are soooo tight.”

“Yea.” I grunted. “Give me a second.”

The pain and burning passed and I gritted my teeth as I urged him on. He pulled out slowly and it felt like I was taking a massive involuntary shit. The burning and pain returned though not as bad. Again he paused, then pushed in again slowly. I bit the proverbial bullet as I endured the pain once more. I don’t know how long that long, slow in, out pace continued. Minutes, hours, eternity itself maybe. Then the pain and burning passed and was replaced by a mild feeling of euphoria, I recognized it as the effects of endorphins the bodies natural pain killers. The euphoria left me staggering under the release and I noticed for the first time that despite the short turnaround time I had a raging hardon again. It appears my body at least liked being fucked up the ass.

Jeff continued with his long slow thrusts but as I began to move of my own accord he caught on. I felt his strong arms on my shoulders and back touching me where men never knew they liked to be touched. As he began to thrust harder and faster I felt his strong arms around my chest as he pulled closer to me. I felt the rough skin of his face on my neck, felt his hot panting breaths on my face. When I felt his hands folding my quivering shaft I knew immediately that yet another orgasm was well within my reach. He stroked deftly, expertly, timing his strokes with his thrusts. As his need became more urgent his hands returned to my waist, no longer sparing thought for anything but his own impending release.

Sara had returned to our domain and as Jeff fucked me harder and faster now she began to suck me off with the deft experiences strokes and touches of a true master of the craft. I could feel Jeff cum inside me, more by his ragged breath and newly timed thrusts than any internal sensations. But the picture was fixed in my mind. I had been fucked, even now his seed was filling me. The timing was off as I was still moments away from my own, but he stayed inside me, his member long over aroused refusing to yield so quickly and soon Sara took me over the top. As I started to thrust I leaned back and Jeff pulled me into him so I stood on my knees with the feel of him pressed against my back, the feel of him with his hands on my chest, the feel of him inside me, shrinking even now, but a presence not to be ignored, feeling Sara’s warm expert mouth as she deftly swallowed all I had to give and then suck firmly until the last possible drop was extracted.

It was wonderful, it was different, it was sensual, and I was completely and utterly spent. As we all fell flat Sandra joined us and Jeff said, “More than I ever expected so fast. You are a most determined man Dan Springer.” He said. I smiled lazily. “Do you think you could develop a taste for this?” He asked.

“It will take a bit of getting used to, but it certainly has it’s rewards.”, I replied with an exhausted chuckle. The girls embraced me warmly, one on either side and I spent my first night at home as a true member of the family.

The next day we began to play with different positions and combinations, the variety was staggering and the possibilities certainly seemed endless. Sometimes it was one on one, one on two, and even a two on two ring that had all of us moaning and Christina the maid probably green with envy at least until one of us managed to stager out and send her home for the day. I think it was Jeff and I’m pretty sure he was naked as the day he was born when he walked out of the room. He had called his office earlier and told them he was coming down with something, pro-sports was virus paranoid, payers meant money, sick payers meant lost money and he was told in no uncertain terms to stay home and to check back Monday. Sara had to field several work related calls, putting on a very convincing flu sounding voice, but generally we were left to our own devices.

Over the weekend Jeff and I made a silly bet at how long we could keep alternating between lovers and who would drop out first. It was silly because he was in far better shape than I was, though I managed to surprise myself. We thoroughly used Sara one after another until she pleaded for mercy, and we turned our attentions to Sandra who after watching with near rapturous awe the heights we had lifted Sara was all to eager to help us settle wager. Through a quirk, each session of ours took longer and longer to complete, giving the resting guy more time to recuperate. So in the end we found a self maintaining balance. When Sandra cried for mercy we declared it a draw and everybody won, and the girls unanimously voted all the poor women with just one partner who rolled over and went to sleep when she was half way through the ultimate losers.

To say the sex was great was an understatement, but between the sex there was the company of good friends who shared common interests and common goals. It might not have been what my parents had in mind when they raised me, or even what I had in mind when I boldly set forth in the world but I was really happy and that happiness spread wherever I went. Work didn’t seem as drab anymore, and my employees seemed happier as well, the promotion I had been waiting for finally came through as I was finally made Vice President of Acquisitions mostly due to the deal I had struck with Sandra’s company when we bought one of their subsidiaries.

The friendship between us blossomed and matured over the following weeks and months. The sex of course tapered off a little but never a lot. Whenever I was in the mood I had but to ask. When asked, even if I didn’t feel like jumping in to bed, I made the effort anyway and it was usually worth it save for the one or two times I was really to tired to make a production of it. Friendship turned to a deep trust and that in turn eventually to love, physical, mental, spiritual, the whole ball of wax. I’d be lying to you if I told you Sandra didn’t retain a special place in my heart, a pedestal of sorts. But there was certainly room for Sara and Jeff as well. And though like any good friends we had disagreements and arguments, like any good lovers the making up was always fun.

We had three children together, the four of us, a girl by Sara, and twin boys by Sandra. Don’t ask us who the fathers are, we don’t know or care. As far as we’re concerned they all look like their mothers. Long before the first pregnancy we had a huge joint wedding celebration with me married to Sandra officially on paper, and Jeff to Sara.. It was done partially for tax purposes, partially to satisfy friends, co-workers, and family who couldn’t deal with anything other than straight male/female monogamy (with the occasional affair on the side).

Since married coupes of means simply don’t share houses, however large, and however close friends they are, we purchased two good lots, tore down the buildings and replaced them with two very nice houses. For a while one was strictly for show, with timers keeping up appearances as we drove into the garage and then made our way down the walk to our real home behind the privacy fence. After running through a few downpours we even had the bright idea to make the walk covered.

For the children’s sake we really did move into the separate houses. Face it, life is tough enough for a kid without have to explain why he or she has two mothers and two fathers.. To Jeff and Sara’s daughter we were Aunt Sandra and Uncle Dan and that was good enough for anybody. The move to separate houses was tougher than we imagined but we visited each other often and frequently and it wasn’t to much of a hardship.

Sexually life was very fulfilling. The expected need to stray never materialized as I already had a mistress and a mister! While sex with Jeff was always rewarding in it’s very unique way, we all tended to realize that however much I loved Jeff he was always the one who initiated our love making never the reverse, that or one of the girls would insist on a show, or it would be a natural outcropping of a group get together. There just never was a spark of real desire in me that direction until the offer was made. Perhaps the desire was inside me but just had longer intervals than Jeff’s and thus was always sated by his more frequent advances.

Jeff was a true bisexual finding both men and women equally appealing and with a very deep and profound need to be with each, not necessarily at the same time though that was always fun! I tended more to the bi-interested leaning more towards heterosexuality, but you can certainly teach any dog new tricks especially if they’re fun. However it worked out, I managed to satisfy his needs in that direction and he added a spice to my sex life that was truly rewarding to me.

The kids I’m happy to report are all off in college and seem to be happy well adjusted youngsters, and we’ve all since retired, our mutual incomes and absurdly low expenses making us rich well beyond our time. We spend most of our days doing charity work and keeping otherwise occupied. And all told I’d have to say that we’ve survived where traditional marriages have failed, and the sense of community fills a need that goes deeper than love and deeper than sex. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea but hey, I’m happy, we’re happy, and in the end that’s really the only thing that counts.

–BitBard

Hold fast to love where ever you may find it
It is the fleeting wind
A falling star to grace the heavens but one and never more
Twilight between dark and dawn
And the last morning frost of winter.