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My wife became aware of my bisexuality by accident. Her laptop had died, and she needed to complete an online task, so she logged on to my laptop while I was at work. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to peruse my saved files and photos, eventually coming across a portfolio of very personal pics, including some of me having sex with another man.
I had fantasized about sex with other men since I was in college but never acted on my "bi tendencies" until after my first marriage ended. The seven years between my first and second marriages included plenty of experimenting, exploring and experiencing with a handful of male buddies. I never considered myself gay as I had no emotional desire to enter a homosexual relationship; rather, I believed I was the definition of bisexual, equally enjoying sex with both men and women alike!
Once my current wife and I began getting serious, I focused solely on our relationship, and I never told her about my homoerotic past. Needless to say, she was shocked when she discovered the photos, and the look on her face when I came home that day told me she had something she needed to discuss.
"Baby, I needed to use your laptop today while you were at work," she started "and I saw some things that I really need to talk about."
Her abruptness stopped me in my tracks, and I could feel a lump the size of my fist forming in my throat. I was angry that she went searching through my computer but I knew I had to deal with the matter at hand rather than react to this perceived breach of my privacy. I took a deep breath and prepared to tell the woman I loved something that I had not admitted to anyone else in my life.
"Babe, I'm not going to pretend that I don't know what you're talking about," I said in a controlled monotone. "I'm guessing you came across some pretty revealing photos on my laptop."
With tears welling in her eyes, she blurted out "Are you gay?"
"No baby, I'm not gay but I am bisexual," I admitted frankly. "While I was going through my divorce and before we got together, I explored a long-suppressed desire to experience sex with other men."
I could see in her eyes that she was only half-listening, and I prepared myself for her barrage of questions.
"Why haven't you told me about this?"
"Are you sure you want to be with me?"
"How can you now think you're heterosexual?"
"Do you prefer sex with men?"
The questions persisted, and I answered each one truthfully and comprehensively. Thinking we could both use a drink, I opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses which we both quickly drained while seated on a living room couch. The refills didn't last much longer, and soon a second bottle was opened.
Her initial shock and concern grew into curiosity. Her questions became far more detailed, and the Q&A session started to sound more like a game of "Have you ever...?" Then she asked if we could thumb through the photos together.
Although still somewhat embarrassed by what had transpired, the wine had taken root, and with the feeling of a liberated man that had just bared his soul, I went to retrieve my laptop to share the most intimate photos of my life with the woman I would be marrying in several months.
We browsed the pics in slideshow format with her pausing occasionally to take a longer or closer look. Many of the photos were me naked or semi-naked in various poses and states of arousal. And there were several photographs of me engaged in sex with other men. In most instances, I was bottoming.
The questions persisted, each one more probing (and the answer more revealing) than the last. We sat next to each other, still drinking and talking, when her hand went to her waistline, her finger running along the ridge of her low-rise jeans and then down the fly as she continued her interrogation. I'm not sure if she was consciously aware of her casual rubbing until I finally switched roles and started asking her questions.
"Does this make you think differently about me or us?" I queried.
"It's so much to process," she responded "I'm not sure what to think but I do know that these pics and the wine are getting me seriously aroused right now! And, as crazy as it sounds, I really want to see you suck another guy's cock!"
My mouth was probably hanging open enough to have sucked a porn star cock at that moment. Talk about the phrases you just don't expect your girlfriend to blurt out!
"And to be totally honest, I really want to see you get fucked by a man, too!"
Again, her words almost seemed like a bad voice-over in a dubbed foreign film. But the more she talked, the more aroused I became and the more intense her self-stimulation persisted. I leaned over and placed my hand on hers, pressing her fingers with mine into her clothed pussy. I could feel the heat rising from her vagina and kissed her deeply. She rotated her body and sat straddling me on the couch, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth while clutching my head with her hands.
"My god, I can't believe how turned on I am!" she exclaimed as she began pulling off her shirt and unbuttoning her jeans.
Likewise, I began undressing violently, clothing being tossed as it came loose from the body. She had dismounted long enough to remove her jeans and panties, and my tongue made a beeline for her wet pussy. No sooner had I begun tongue fucking her pussy and sucking her clit, she started with a string of "dirty talk" unlike I had ever heard from her.
"Get that tongue deep in me, you cocksucker!" she demanded, grasping the back of my head and forcing my face against her. "Suck my clit, goddammit!"
We had engaged in "pillow talk" bordering on graphic before, but nothing like this. It was unbelievably arousing, and I could feel my cock stiffening while trying to focus on performing orally for my wife-to-be.
"Don't stop, DON'T STOP!" she screamed, clasping my head even harder against her pelvis and gyrating against my face.
I had my lips locked around her clit and was circling my tongue while sucking. Her juices covered my face and were dripping down my chin. I could feel her legs clenching and body trembling, and I knew she was going to climax. She let out a guttural half-scream/half-groan and I felt a surge of warm wetness flow from her already dripping pussy. I licked and sucked from her clit to her anus, gladly drinking her juices as she convulsed and twitched through the final surges of her orgasm.
After several minutes with my head still grasped in her hands, she caught her breath and with a heavy exhale released me from her grip and brought my face to hers kissing me deeply again.
"Baby, that was amazing!" she exclaimed, still panting. "I've never cum like that before! And to think that the whole time I was imagining you sucking some guy's cock! Come upstairs; I have someone you need to meet!"
She grabbed my cock as if it was a leash, leading me up the stairs. Puzzled but very curious, I followed, not knowing who's acquaintance I was about to make. She ripped the covers off the bed with one motion and instructed me to lie down. She then reached under the bed and pulled out a box from which she withdrew a sizeable dildo.
"All those years of being single made me reliant on Mr. Big here" she explained. "And now he's going to work his magic on both of us!"
My jaw dropped again, and she took the opportunity to hold Mr. Big to my lips. Now my cock is fairly sizeable and pretty thick - but Mr. Big was even thicker, with a large mushroom head.
"Show me how you suck a cock!" she instructed.
So I obliged, first running my tongue around the head, then licking the shaft, sucking the firm latex balls, and then returning to the head to begin taking as much as I could in my mouth while jacking it with my free hand.
"Is that how you like being serviced?" she asked.
Without stopping my fellatio, I nodded, sinking the fake cock about halfway into my throat before hitting my gag spot. She lay down on the bed next to me, her pussy still wet.
"Fuck me with Mr. Big while you suck my clit!" she demanded, and I again obliged.
I watched as the thick, hard glans parted her swollen, wet pussy lips, and I again put my lips and tongue to work on her clit, easing Mr. Big on further while I intensified my oral actions. She moaned and again grabbed my head, begging me to suck harder and fuck her faster with the dildo. It wasn't long before another climax rose from within her body, her legs kicking and her torso shaking. Mr. Big was entirely thrust into her, and she used one hand to hold mine to make sure the fake cock stayed fully engaged in her wet cunt until her orgasm had subsided.
Gasping, she blurted "Holy shit! Double the pleasure!"
With a wry smile, she whispered "Your turn, Baby!" and withdrew the wet robo-penis from her gaping pussy.
"On all fours!" she instructed, and I complied, getting on my knees and elbows.
I felt the cold, wet sensation of lubricant being applied to my hole by her manicured fingers. One finger, then two penetrated my anus, working the lube into me, loosening my hole and probing my prostate. She abruptly removed her fingers, and Mr. Big's huge mushroom head was now poised at my back door.
She leaned over and whispered in my ear "Until I get to see a real cock in your ass, this will have to do. Tell me you want to get fucked by Mr. Big!"
I laughed nervously but the wine answered for me "Yes, I want Mr. Big in my ass!"
Now, it had been over a year since my last foray with another man, so my man pussy was anything but ready for an oversized dildo, however, she was determined to see me fucked and began thrusting Mr. Big's head in and out of my tight sphincter. The pain was intense but the familiar feeling of being penetrated was incredibly arousing. I reached back to hold the head slightly inside my hole while my rectum adjusted to its girth.
Concurrently, she began jerking my cock while dildo-fucking my ass, all the time telling me how badly she wanted to see me sucking and getting fucked by a real cock. Her insistence at seeing me with another man intensified my arousal. She asked me if I had ever been with two guys at once and I nodded affirmatively.
She stopped for a second and exclaimed "oh my god; did you suck one while the other fucked you?"
"Yes" I replied, trying not to sound too strained while Mr. Big was gaping my hole and I was quickly coming to a climax from her hand job.
"Where did they cum?" she demanded loudly.
"One in my mouth and the other in my ass" I replied through slightly clenched teeth, the dildo now deep in my body, her pace intensifying.
"Mmmmmmm!" she cooed, obviously picturing the spit roasting and ejaculation sequence in her imagination.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Baby!" I gasped.
With that, she sank Mr. Big as deep as she could and feverishly milked my cock of the largest load I'd shot in years. I rolled onto my back, the dildo still in my ass, my cock slapping against my belly and leaking the last of my warm load onto my abdomen. My girlfriend scooped up the residual semen from my body and brought it to my lips.
"Lick it off my fingers, Baby, like a good little cocksucker!" she demanded with a giggle.
I did as I was told, and swallowed the salty remnant of our activity. I laid there next to the woman I loved, still not sure how the day's events and subsequent Q&A would ultimately impact our relationship when she turned to me and said "I think I'd like to find someone for us to play with..."
"Uhh...us?" was all I could reply...
I had fantasized about sex with other men since I was in college but never acted on my "bi tendencies" until after my first marriage ended. The seven years between my first and second marriages included plenty of experimenting, exploring and experiencing with a handful of male buddies. I never considered myself gay as I had no emotional desire to enter a homosexual relationship; rather, I believed I was the definition of bisexual, equally enjoying sex with both men and women alike!
Once my current wife and I began getting serious, I focused solely on our relationship, and I never told her about my homoerotic past. Needless to say, she was shocked when she discovered the photos, and the look on her face when I came home that day told me she had something she needed to discuss.
"Baby, I needed to use your laptop today while you were at work," she started "and I saw some things that I really need to talk about."
Her abruptness stopped me in my tracks, and I could feel a lump the size of my fist forming in my throat. I was angry that she went searching through my computer but I knew I had to deal with the matter at hand rather than react to this perceived breach of my privacy. I took a deep breath and prepared to tell the woman I loved something that I had not admitted to anyone else in my life.
"Babe, I'm not going to pretend that I don't know what you're talking about," I said in a controlled monotone. "I'm guessing you came across some pretty revealing photos on my laptop."
With tears welling in her eyes, she blurted out "Are you gay?"
"No baby, I'm not gay but I am bisexual," I admitted frankly. "While I was going through my divorce and before we got together, I explored a long-suppressed desire to experience sex with other men."
I could see in her eyes that she was only half-listening, and I prepared myself for her barrage of questions.
"Why haven't you told me about this?"
"Are you sure you want to be with me?"
"How can you now think you're heterosexual?"
"Do you prefer sex with men?"
The questions persisted, and I answered each one truthfully and comprehensively. Thinking we could both use a drink, I opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses which we both quickly drained while seated on a living room couch. The refills didn't last much longer, and soon a second bottle was opened.
Her initial shock and concern grew into curiosity. Her questions became far more detailed, and the Q&A session started to sound more like a game of "Have you ever...?" Then she asked if we could thumb through the photos together.
Although still somewhat embarrassed by what had transpired, the wine had taken root, and with the feeling of a liberated man that had just bared his soul, I went to retrieve my laptop to share the most intimate photos of my life with the woman I would be marrying in several months.
We browsed the pics in slideshow format with her pausing occasionally to take a longer or closer look. Many of the photos were me naked or semi-naked in various poses and states of arousal. And there were several photographs of me engaged in sex with other men. In most instances, I was bottoming.
The questions persisted, each one more probing (and the answer more revealing) than the last. We sat next to each other, still drinking and talking, when her hand went to her waistline, her finger running along the ridge of her low-rise jeans and then down the fly as she continued her interrogation. I'm not sure if she was consciously aware of her casual rubbing until I finally switched roles and started asking her questions.
"Does this make you think differently about me or us?" I queried.
"It's so much to process," she responded "I'm not sure what to think but I do know that these pics and the wine are getting me seriously aroused right now! And, as crazy as it sounds, I really want to see you suck another guy's cock!"
My mouth was probably hanging open enough to have sucked a porn star cock at that moment. Talk about the phrases you just don't expect your girlfriend to blurt out!
"And to be totally honest, I really want to see you get fucked by a man, too!"
Again, her words almost seemed like a bad voice-over in a dubbed foreign film. But the more she talked, the more aroused I became and the more intense her self-stimulation persisted. I leaned over and placed my hand on hers, pressing her fingers with mine into her clothed pussy. I could feel the heat rising from her vagina and kissed her deeply. She rotated her body and sat straddling me on the couch, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth while clutching my head with her hands.
"My god, I can't believe how turned on I am!" she exclaimed as she began pulling off her shirt and unbuttoning her jeans.
Likewise, I began undressing violently, clothing being tossed as it came loose from the body. She had dismounted long enough to remove her jeans and panties, and my tongue made a beeline for her wet pussy. No sooner had I begun tongue fucking her pussy and sucking her clit, she started with a string of "dirty talk" unlike I had ever heard from her.
"Get that tongue deep in me, you cocksucker!" she demanded, grasping the back of my head and forcing my face against her. "Suck my clit, goddammit!"
We had engaged in "pillow talk" bordering on graphic before, but nothing like this. It was unbelievably arousing, and I could feel my cock stiffening while trying to focus on performing orally for my wife-to-be.
"Don't stop, DON'T STOP!" she screamed, clasping my head even harder against her pelvis and gyrating against my face.
I had my lips locked around her clit and was circling my tongue while sucking. Her juices covered my face and were dripping down my chin. I could feel her legs clenching and body trembling, and I knew she was going to climax. She let out a guttural half-scream/half-groan and I felt a surge of warm wetness flow from her already dripping pussy. I licked and sucked from her clit to her anus, gladly drinking her juices as she convulsed and twitched through the final surges of her orgasm.
After several minutes with my head still grasped in her hands, she caught her breath and with a heavy exhale released me from her grip and brought my face to hers kissing me deeply again.
"Baby, that was amazing!" she exclaimed, still panting. "I've never cum like that before! And to think that the whole time I was imagining you sucking some guy's cock! Come upstairs; I have someone you need to meet!"
She grabbed my cock as if it was a leash, leading me up the stairs. Puzzled but very curious, I followed, not knowing who's acquaintance I was about to make. She ripped the covers off the bed with one motion and instructed me to lie down. She then reached under the bed and pulled out a box from which she withdrew a sizeable dildo.
"All those years of being single made me reliant on Mr. Big here" she explained. "And now he's going to work his magic on both of us!"
My jaw dropped again, and she took the opportunity to hold Mr. Big to my lips. Now my cock is fairly sizeable and pretty thick - but Mr. Big was even thicker, with a large mushroom head.
"Show me how you suck a cock!" she instructed.
So I obliged, first running my tongue around the head, then licking the shaft, sucking the firm latex balls, and then returning to the head to begin taking as much as I could in my mouth while jacking it with my free hand.
"Is that how you like being serviced?" she asked.
Without stopping my fellatio, I nodded, sinking the fake cock about halfway into my throat before hitting my gag spot. She lay down on the bed next to me, her pussy still wet.
"Fuck me with Mr. Big while you suck my clit!" she demanded, and I again obliged.
I watched as the thick, hard glans parted her swollen, wet pussy lips, and I again put my lips and tongue to work on her clit, easing Mr. Big on further while I intensified my oral actions. She moaned and again grabbed my head, begging me to suck harder and fuck her faster with the dildo. It wasn't long before another climax rose from within her body, her legs kicking and her torso shaking. Mr. Big was entirely thrust into her, and she used one hand to hold mine to make sure the fake cock stayed fully engaged in her wet cunt until her orgasm had subsided.
Gasping, she blurted "Holy shit! Double the pleasure!"
With a wry smile, she whispered "Your turn, Baby!" and withdrew the wet robo-penis from her gaping pussy.
"On all fours!" she instructed, and I complied, getting on my knees and elbows.
I felt the cold, wet sensation of lubricant being applied to my hole by her manicured fingers. One finger, then two penetrated my anus, working the lube into me, loosening my hole and probing my prostate. She abruptly removed her fingers, and Mr. Big's huge mushroom head was now poised at my back door.
She leaned over and whispered in my ear "Until I get to see a real cock in your ass, this will have to do. Tell me you want to get fucked by Mr. Big!"
I laughed nervously but the wine answered for me "Yes, I want Mr. Big in my ass!"
Now, it had been over a year since my last foray with another man, so my man pussy was anything but ready for an oversized dildo, however, she was determined to see me fucked and began thrusting Mr. Big's head in and out of my tight sphincter. The pain was intense but the familiar feeling of being penetrated was incredibly arousing. I reached back to hold the head slightly inside my hole while my rectum adjusted to its girth.
Concurrently, she began jerking my cock while dildo-fucking my ass, all the time telling me how badly she wanted to see me sucking and getting fucked by a real cock. Her insistence at seeing me with another man intensified my arousal. She asked me if I had ever been with two guys at once and I nodded affirmatively.
She stopped for a second and exclaimed "oh my god; did you suck one while the other fucked you?"
"Yes" I replied, trying not to sound too strained while Mr. Big was gaping my hole and I was quickly coming to a climax from her hand job.
"Where did they cum?" she demanded loudly.
"One in my mouth and the other in my ass" I replied through slightly clenched teeth, the dildo now deep in my body, her pace intensifying.
"Mmmmmmm!" she cooed, obviously picturing the spit roasting and ejaculation sequence in her imagination.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Baby!" I gasped.
With that, she sank Mr. Big as deep as she could and feverishly milked my cock of the largest load I'd shot in years. I rolled onto my back, the dildo still in my ass, my cock slapping against my belly and leaking the last of my warm load onto my abdomen. My girlfriend scooped up the residual semen from my body and brought it to my lips.
"Lick it off my fingers, Baby, like a good little cocksucker!" she demanded with a giggle.
I did as I was told, and swallowed the salty remnant of our activity. I laid there next to the woman I loved, still not sure how the day's events and subsequent Q&A would ultimately impact our relationship when she turned to me and said "I think I'd like to find someone for us to play with..."
"Uhh...us?" was all I could reply...
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