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Kerrie’s Journey: Chapter 14—The Final Stage -Part 1: I Tell My Husband That I’m Bisexual And More free porn video
I am writing this final chapter of my journey sitting on the balcony of our apartment that is halfway up the Peak in Hong Kong. Hong Kong spreads below. A soft warm tropical trade wind brings the smell of frangipani. I am relaxed and reflective. Tomorrow is my forty-third birthday.
It is almost three years since, just after I turned forty, my sexual awakening—journey as I like to think of it—began in an incense laden room in Phuket, Thailand. Now, as my husband and I settle into Hong Kong, my journey feels complete. I am transformed. Indeed, we are transformed. I am still married—and happily so—to Tom but we have a very different relationship. In this last, two-part chapter, I will tell you how. But, first let me, briefly, go back to the beginning and recap my journey.
As I described in my first story, Kerrie’s Journey: My Awakening, in that cool room a woman gave me an erotic massage. She elicited three amazing orgasms from me and revealed a bi-side that I never knew existed. Returning home, I explored online and made a number of online friendships with women who showed me the art and pleasure of cybersex and mutual masturbation. Eventually, I met Julie, who became my first female lover. Julie was followed by Gemma.
Unlike Julie, who was a lesbian, Gemma was bisexual and liked to aggressively push my sexual boundaries. Until I met her, with one exception, I only played outside my marriage with women even online. The exception was my step-nephew, Timmy, who one evening, feeling lonely, horny and encouraged by an online friend, Jennifer, I seduced. I stopped trying to rationalise the resulting affair. I simply enjoyed his amazing cock and his resilience. He became a very skilful lover and we brought his girlfriend, Sara, into our sessions enjoying some mutually stimulating threesomes.
Gemma changed that. She knew no boundaries and seemed able to sense my deepest desires. As a result, she took great pleasure in taking me, sexually, where I had never been before. She invited me to a dinner after which I had sex with another woman and was fucked by three men, one of whom took my anal virginity.
Gemma seduced my eighteen-year-old daughters, Amy and Becca, and then encouraged (indeed choreographed) them to seduce me. I had fantasized about them and role-played their seduction online with chat partners. Fantasy was one thing; turning it to reality another. As I told you earlier, Gemma made that happen and, to be fair, I didn’t need much encouragement. And, neither did the girls. Indeed, when they returned home early one afternoon and caught Timmy and me in bed, they joined us.
After some initial reluctance, I not only accepted them joining us but actively encouraged Timmy to fuck the three of us. In the weeks that followed, Timmy spent several afternoons with us. His amazing resilience and recovery meaning that he left three well-sated women. Indeed, I never tired of watching my daughters orgasming as his huge cock thrust into their tight pussies. When Timmy fucked me, my own orgasms always seemed more intense with the girls watching.
As my sex life got more and more adventurous and complex, a growing problem for me was my husband, Tom. I was pretty sure he wasn’t aware that I was bisexual and while he was home I was very discrete. Six months ago, he was posted to Hong Kong while, until very recently, I stayed in Sydney. That freedom was part of the reason for the explosion of new sexual opportunities for me.
It wasn’t that I’d stopped loving Tom. Far from it. That was what differentiated Tom from all my other sexual partners. Sex with Tom was still satisfying to a point. However, there was a comfortableness about sex with him. Under Gemma’s influence, I had come to crave more variety. It scared me a little that the most intense orgasms that I could recall were with others and in situations, that only a couple of years ago, I would have said were not for me.
While I did not want to destroy my marriage and lose Tom and all the good things we had, I needed to spice up our sex life. At a minimum, Tom had to realise, and accept, that I was bisexual and that my bi-side was now very important to me. Having taken forty years to discover the pleasure of sex with a woman I wasn’t prepared to forgo that even at the expense of my marriage. What I would do about sex with other men I wasn’t sure. Having tasted—both literally and figuratively—a variety of cocks, I wasn’t sure I could give that up. I would cross that bridge later. First, I had to find a way to come out about my bisexuality to Tom.
The problem was how to broach the subject with Tom particularly with us seven thousand kilometres apart and our only contact email and the occasional Skype call. In hindsight, I am surprised how long it took me to realize how to start. I simply turned the conversation in one of our Skype calls to sex, acted seductively and was very pleased when it turned into a cyber session. Tom was obviously horny and we ended up with a very satisfying mutual masturbation session. Indeed, it was the first time we had ever masturbated in front of each other. I think the intensity of our climaxes surprised us.
Over the next few weeks, we masturbated together regularly and became more open about our sexual fantasies. I asked Tom if he ever watched porn. After some hesitation, Tom conceded that he did. I asked him to describe a scene he really found hot. To my pleasant surprise, he said one of his favourites involved a woman having a massage by another woman that turns sexual and leads her to climax.
A little to Tom’s surprise, I mentioned that had happened to me when we were on holiday in Thailand. He got rather excited and kept asking for details. How many times had I climaxed? Three. Did she lick me? No—just her fingers. Was she nude? Yes. Had it happened again? I answered, no, which was literally true. I had never had a similar massage in a massage parlour but both Gemma and Timmy liked to ‘massage’ me before in Timmy’s case fucking me. I just didn’t think Tom was ready for those details. However, it was clear that Tom would love to see me in such a situation. He spoke of finding a massage parlour when I finally came to Hong Kong.
When I mentioned this to Gemma she came up with what she called ‘Project Tom’: to make a video of her massaging me to climax. After a little hesitation, I agreed at least to the making of the video. As I described in my last chapter, Kerrie's Journey: I Make an Erotic Video for My Husband, the videotaping got a little out of hand. Gemma did massage me and then licked me to a satisfying climax. However, the scene also aroused Patrick who was doing the videoing. I ended up being fucked by Patrick as I licked Gemma.
A few days after the taping, Patrick sent me an email with a link to a video. The video was incredible—high quality, erotic and extremely explicit! He had carefully edited out any suggestion that he was ever fucking me. Indeed, my face only appeared twice, although I was sure that Tom knew my body well enough to recognise me almost immediately. The first face shot, about two-thirds through, came with me lying on my back. Gemma was between my open legs clearly licking a very wet pussy. My hips lifted to thrust my pussy to her. It was very clear that the woman on the table was in a state of high sexual arousal.
Slowly the camera panned up from Gemma’s head, paused as Gemma reached up to squeeze my breasts and then focussed on my face. My eyes were closed. Suddenly, my face contorted, I screamed and climaxed! The video then cut away to Gemma on her back and me between her legs. Again, the video panned up from my head to Gemma’s face. However, this time as Gemma climaxed, Patrick swept the camera back to me and my face, wet from her pussy, smiled at the camera. It wasn’t hard to see what I had been doing. When Tom saw this video (and I wasn’t yet sure I’d let him) there would be no doubt that his wife was bisexual and enjoyed both giving and receiving attention from a woman.
Gemma, of course, had no reservations. A couple of days after I had received the video and, as we lay together recovering from our usual intense orgasms, she brought the subject up.
“What’s the worst that can happen if you send it to him?” she asked.
“Pretty obvious,” I responded, “he leaves or kicks me out.”
“True, but not life-threatening. You can always move in with me! Actually, Kerrie,” Gemma went on, “the worst outcome I think would be for you to turn away from your bi-side, or try to keep it secret, because you think you need Tom too much. While I don’t think you can do that, I also think, in the end, that would spoil your relationship with Tom.”
Unfortunately, or perhaps, fortunately, Gemma hit the nail on the head and articulated what I really felt! Tom had to know, whatever the consequences.
In the end, I had nothing to fear. That evening we Skyped. After we had caught up on family news, our conversation turned sexual. Casually, I asked Tom if he’d like to watch a video I’d found.
“Sure,” he responded, “Is it sexy?”
“See for yourself,” I replied sending him the link.
With some trepidation, I watched his face as he brought the video up. Surprisingly, he took a few minutes to register that I was the woman on the table.
Suddenly his eyes turned back to me.
“Holy, fuck!” Tom exclaimed, “Is that really you, love? This is so hot!”
With sheer relief, I laughed. “Yes,” I admitted, “I am afraid you have a bisexual wife. Surprised?”
To my surprise, Tom replied, “To be honest, not entirely. Knowing you, I had wondered if Phuket was just a one-off.”
“Sorry,” I responded, “I should have told you”.
“Don’t be. I have never doubted your love and our sex life has been pretty satisfying. Indeed, since Phuket, amazing! And, I’ve also fantasized about watching you with a woman.”
“Oh, Tom,” my eyes tearing up, “I love you so much. I might like sex with women but I could never, ever go without you and your big sexy cock. Show me, lover”, I said, “Show me my husband’s big sexy cock. Is it hard for me?"
Tom turned his cam down. He was dressed only in briefs that bulged from his cock. Rubbing the bulge, he said, “Is this what you are missing, my sexy one?”
“Take your briefs off. I want to see your cock,” I ordered.
Tom pulled his briefs down. I gasped. He was huge, his head already wet with pre-cum. My husband was incredibly aroused.
“Oh," I gasped, “Did we make you like that? Did seeing a woman fuck your wife turn you on?”
Tom groaned. I could sense he was close.
“Did you like seeing my face wet from another woman’s pussy?”
“Would you like to fuck me as I licked her? Then to my surprise, I added, “Would you like to fuck her too? Perhaps we could kneel side by side, our asses in the air, so our pussies are there for you. I’d kiss her, as you thrust into her. Would you like that, Tom?”
My explicit, even dirty, words were too much for Tom. With an exclamation, “Oh Kerrie, oh fuck,” Tom’s cock exploded—a jet of white cum indicating the force of his climax. I was wet and aroused but also shocked at how explicit I had been.
Tom turned the camera back to his face and we looked at each other; aware that we had crossed another line. Tom was the first to speak.
“Wow, Kerrie,” he said with a huge smile, “That was intense.”
I laughed, my trepidation fast dissipating. “It showed!”
“You don’t mind that I like women as well as that wonderful cock of yours?” I asked, thinking that there were a few other cocks I liked but for now, that was still my secret.
“Far from it,” was Tom’s response. “Ever since you told me about Phuket, I have fantasized about watching you with a woman.”
Relief flowed through me. Clearly, Tom not only accepted me being bi but was aroused by the thought and more than welcomed it. My only remaining uncertainty concerned my surprising invitation to Tom to fuck another woman. How would he have taken it? Was that what I wanted? Surprisingly, given all I had done recently, I wasn’t sure, my hypocrisy aside. I would have to think a bit more. Gemma, I was sure would leap at the chance!
For now, we engaged in a little lighter banter before signing off with mutual expressions of love. Unlike Tom, I hadn’t climaxed although the sight of his cock emitting a jet of cum had taken me nearly there. However, I needed more than my fingers or my toy. Gemma was only a five-minute drive away and that was where I headed.
She sensed, as only Gemma can, my arousal. Quickly I was on my back, her exquisite tongue inducing a climax so intense that it surprised even her. I rarely spurt but I did that time and I would not have been surprised if Tom heard me in Hong Kong! After I recovered she wanted all the details.
When I mentioned my surprising invitation to Tom to fuck another woman, if only with me there, Gemma expressed what I perhaps more deeply felt.
“Not surprising,” Gemma said, “You are both a voyeur and an exhibitionist at heart. You’ve been fucked by Tom but have never dispassionately been able to see him doing so.”
I laughed. “True,” I conceded, “I am invariably a little distracted by what his cock is doing to me.”
“And, you have told me how much you like watching Timmy fuck Sara or even more Amy and Becca,”
“True, again,” I conceded. “I do love watching Timmy’s arousal grow as he fucks and then the look on his face as he climaxes. I enjoy that when he is in me but without that distraction, I can see all the little signs. it is priceless and so erotic. So, yes I’d like to watch Tom while he is fucking someone else.”
"I guess I will just have to volunteer,” Gemma responded with a big smile.
“From what you have told me that won’t be a hard task!”
With that, Gemma pulled me over into her arms and kissed me passionately. Our conversation clearly having aroused her.
I pushed her off me and onto her back. Her face was flushed. Her nipples hard knobs on the swell of her glorious breasts. Spreading her legs, her smooth pussy glistened; her clit very visible.
“Oh, god, Kerrie,” Gemma said, “stop looking and just fuck me, please.”
I smiled. “With my dick?” I asked reaching for the strap-on we used.
As I strapped on my dick, Gemma rolled over, rose on her knees and presented her ass towards me.
“Take me from behind,“ she ordered. “You know I like that”.
I laughed. “I’ll make sure I tell Tom.”
Holding her hips, I brought the head of my dick to her cunt. I paused and then suddenly thrust forward embedding the dildo deep in Gemma. Slowly I pulled back and then began to fuck her with the steady thrusts that I knew she liked. Mentally, I again made a note on how I’d brief Tom. The thought of tutoring my husband on how to fuck Gemma was incredibly arousing.
My dick had a little dildo that went back into my pussy and a little pad that rubbed my clit. Thus, I was being physically stimulated to go with my thoughts. I could feel my orgasm building again.
I lent forwards and squeezed her breasts, twisting her hard nipples the way I knew she liked.
“Go on, Gemma,” I said, “cum for me. Imagine my dick is Tom’s cock.”
Suddenly, she exploded in orgasm collapsing forward. Her orgasm triggered mine. I fell forward onto her back; My Dick still deep in her. I pulled back and we rolled into each other’s arms as our orgasms subsided.
“Oh, my god,” Gemma announced, “Kerrie, you are an amazing fuck."
I pulled her face to mine, my lips seeking hers.
“You are pretty good, yourself,” I said, with a smile, as our lips touched in a deep kiss.
We were silent for a while just enjoying being close. Gemma finally broke our silence.
“Kerrie, would you really like me to fuck Tom?” she asked.
I was surprised how definite I now felt.
“Yes, Gemma, I do. I want to watch him fucking and I couldn’t think of anyone better than you. It’s funny but I really think he has never been unfaithful to me. But look at me. I don’t really feel guilty. So, I think he needs some new experiences and I can’t think of a better person to start with than you.”
With Tom in Hong Kong I wasn’t sure when a three-some with Gemma would happen, I was just sure that someday it would.
In the days following my coming-out, whenever we Skyped, Tom would variably invariably come back to the video and ask questions of my bi-life. How long have I known Gemma? Several months I conceded, acknowledging that my affair with Gemma had started while he was still in Sydney. Where had I met her? I told him online and conceded that I did cam with other women. Was she my first after Phuket? I told him of Julie. Where did I meet Julie? I laughed and told him at an art show that his firm had organised.
"Julie H?” he asked, referring to one of their senior legal people adding that she was “hot.”
“Not for you, though, She’s a lesbian. You will have to settle for Gemma.”
Tom paused and then asked, “Would you really let me fuck her?”
“Yes, love,” I responded, all hesitancy gone, “I’d love to watch you fuck her.”
“Would you join in?” he asked.
“Yes, but after I have watched. I so want to see that wonderful cock of yours in action. I can’t when it is in me!”
Tom laughed! “I guess I’ll have to someday. Shouldn’t be too hard. She looks very fuckable.”
“Gemma says the same of you!” I responded.
We then role-played the scene ending up in a mutually satisfying cam masturbation session. Watching Tom’s cock spurt was becoming addictive although I still missed the real thing!
A few days later, after another role-play of a threesome with Gemma, Tom asked a question that I had been dreading a little.
“Talking of the video,” he asked. “Who took it? You and Gemma were very involved but the video kept panning from you to her and back.”
"A friend of Gemma’s,” I said.
“Male or female?” Tom asked.
I hesitated. Tom seemed to sense my hesitation.
“You can tell me, Kerrie. It’s ok.”
“Okay, Tom. It was a man.”
“Oh, boy, poor guy,” he said. “You must have really aroused him. Did you fuck him?”
“Yes, Tom,” I admitted. “Your wife was a naughty girl.”
“Tell me about it,” Tom ordered.
So, I told Tom how I’d looked up after climaxing and seen Patrick’s bulge in front of me. Unable to resist, I’d stroked it and then pulled his pants down to reveal his cock.
“Did you suck him?” Tom asked.
“Yes,” I admitted. “I couldn’t resist. You know how I love to suck your cock!”
“I bet he enjoyed that!” was Tom somewhat surprising response. I was learning a lot about my husband and wondered if he was a man who fantasized about watching another man fuck his wife. Time to find out!
Smiling, I licked my lips and said, “He seemed to. His cock was soooo hard. I hope you don’t mind but I just couldn’t resist.”
Then more boldly, “Does it arouse you, my love, to think of another cock in my mouth? Does it, Tom?” I asked, “I took it as deep as could. Swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum. Would you have like to have seen that, Tom? Watched your wife suck another cock?”
Tom’s face in the cam window showed his arousal.
“God, Kerrie,” he finally answered. “Yes!”
“Did he cum in your mouth?”
“No,” I replied. “Gemma wanted me to lick her so you could see me doing that.”
“What did Patrick do?”
“Went behind me,” I said, “His cock slid along my slit and then he went in.”
“I’m sorry. I should have stopped him but I seemed to really need a cock in me.” Pushing on, I boldly asked, “I hope you don’t mind too much that your loving wife was fucked by a hard cock other than yours. And fucked as she licked a woman. Does that arouse you, Tom? Is that why your cock is now so hard? Let me see your cock,” I commanded.
Tom turned the cam down. His cock, as I suspected, was hard again. The head glistening with pre-cum.
“Oooh, Tom,” I said. ”I wish I could suck that cock!”
“Rub it, Tom,” I ordered. “Imagine I’m sucking it as another cock fucks my wet pussy.”
Tom was silent but he wrapped his fingers around his cock and slowly wanked.
Boldly, I continued. “It’s a big cock in my pussy, Tom. So hard, so deep,” I said and then, “Oh Tom, it’s about to cum. I can tell. A big hard cock other than yours is about to cum in your loving wife’s cunt.”
My dirty talk was too much for Tom.
“Oh fuck, Kerrie,“ he said and with a loud groan, his cock erupted.
We were silent; both surprised at where the chat had gone and what it revealed about our deepest desires. Indeed, I was a little scared. The implications of what we had revealed were way more than I had anticipated. My husband clearly fantasized about me with other men.
I broke the silence.
“So, Tom, I asked, “You really don’t mind that I’ve been fucked by another man?”
“Honestly, Kerrie,” Tom replied, “No, unless you were to tell me you loved him and not me.”
I laughed, “No way, Tom. You are my one true love and always will be. Can I ask, though why you would like to see me being fucked?"
"I’m not sure I can explain,” Tom responded. “Part is because you are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world, particularly when you are climaxing! I’d just like to see that while I’m not distracted by being directly involved!”
“Wow,” I responded, “That’s why I want to watch you fuck Gemma.”
“I also sense that at forty,” Tom continued, “you are at your sexual peak and I’ve sensed open to new experiences. I want you sexually satisfied to a degree that I’m not sure I can match. Whatever the reason, I’ve fantasized about you with other men and now I know it has happened it is even more arousing. Now, Kerrie, love, I just need to see it for real!”
“Wow, Tom. That is quite a speech and not one I expected! Do you want to fuck other women? I wouldn’t stop you.”
“No,” he said, “Perhaps surprisingly, I don’t except if I was with you.”
“Who have you fantasised me with?” I asked, “Anyone we know?”
“Yes,” Tom replied. “Timmy.”
My heart leapt. I’d been fucking Timmy for over a year now.
“Our nephew?” I responded lamely.
“I bet he sees you as a MILF,” Tom responded. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. It would be so hot to have you teach him how to really treat a woman in bed.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. For some reason, I hesitated to confess that I was already fucking Timmy. Instead, I played coy.
“Wouldn’t that be a bit weird?” I asked. “He is a sexy young man but my nephew.”
“He’s your sister’s stepson so that’s not a problem,” Tom responded. “I bet he wanks thinking of you.”
Déjà vu! This was the conversation I’d had, by email rather than Skype, with a cam friend, Jennifer, that led my original seduction of Timmy.
“I know,” I conceded, “but in every other way I’m his aunt.”
“Would make it even hotter,” Tom said; a sentiment with which, from experience, I totally agreed!
“Are you sure, you’d be ok?” I asked. “I could be tempted!”
“Oh Kerrie, the only one thing better than hearing how you fucked him would be to watch.”
“Ok, I’ll think about it. Meanwhile, you can fantasize!”
When I mentioned Tom’s suggestion to Gemma, she got a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“Play along,” she suggested. “That way you will get to keep fucking Timmy which I know you want to but now with Tom’s ‘permission.’ Indeed,” she added, “even better, he will think it was his idea!”
The next time Tom and I Skyped, it was clear that he had been thinking about Timmy because he brought the subject up rather quickly. He even sent a link to a video of a mature woman seducing her son, not that I needed to be reminded how good a young cock could be!
My hesitancy didn’t come from any reluctance to fuck Timmy; after all, I’d been doing that. Rather I was enjoying the way Tom seemed excited by planning my 'seduction'. I was happy to let that play out. Also, if I agreed, I didn’t really know how to tell him about 'the seduction'. So, for now, I played along conceding that a young cock did sound fun and let Tom lead me there.
It didn’t take Tom long to come up with a ‘plan’. He knew Timmy occasionally came to me for some help with his Spanish. So, he suggested that I should leave my bra off and dress seductively.
‘What then?” I asked, “Just say ‘vamos a joder (let’s fuck)?'“
I smiled to myself remembering how often I had actually said that! Tom thought I should be a little subtler but make sure Timmy got a good view of my boobs. He was sure that nature would then take its course.
The next time we Skyped I told Tom that had happened! It was all a fiction except the fucking: Timmy and I had gone straight to bed—I was so horny. However, my 're-telling' had Tom quickly aroused and he climaxed as I told him, remembering my very first fuck with Timmy, how I climbed on Timmy, taking his hard cock into my wet pussy and telling him, “to fuck his Aunt Kerrie.”
We were now Skyping almost every evening and, when we did, invariably Tom would ask if I’d fucked Timmy again. I’d laugh and say no but finally one Thursday evening I conceded that I hoped to see him the coming weekend when his parents would be away.
Tom asked what about Amy and Becca, our daughters. I said that they had sport on Saturday so I would be alone with Timmy then. (I didn’t reveal that the plans for the weekend already involved not just a lot of sex with Timmy but that Amy and Becca were expecting toTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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