“Do you like doing that?” she asked him.
He looked up at her and continued to suck for a few seconds before taking a quick break and nodding his head. “Yeah.”
“Keep going,” she encouraged him. “I want to watch.”
Her permission was what he needed to continue. Sucking cock was completely different from eating pussy. It was more difficult because he had a stiff piece of flesh in his mouth, but it was just as enjoyable. Gil appreciated his efforts and Sharon was delighted at this new aspect of her husband’s sexuality.
When he had cleaned Gil’s cock and it was almost back to a full erection, Jimmy pulled back and gasped to Sharon, “I need to fuck you.”
“Okay,” she nodded and started to move off Gil, but Jimmy moved too quickly, jumping up and pushing her down onto Gil, letting her use him as a mattress. It was easy to slip his cock into her; she was open and ready to be fucked again. While he couldn’t rest all his weight on her and Gil, it was surprisingly easy to fuck her in that position.
“It feels like he’s trying to fuck me in the ass,” Sharon said to Jimmy. Gil’s cock was between her buttocks but was nowhere near penetrating her. It was a wild ride. “Oh fuck this feels good.”
“You like this?” Jimmy asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?” Gil asked her with a note of eagerness.
The question scared her. “No, no, I like it like this,” she said, but the corrected herself. “No. Wait. I want Gil in my mouth now.”
It took a minute for them to rearrange, but eventually Sharon wound up on hands and knees, Jimmy mounting her from behind, and Gil shoving his cock into her mouth. Maybe it was humiliating for some women, but Sharon found it empowering that she could please two men at once.
“Don’t cum in my mouth,” she told Gil after they had been at it for a while. She could tell that Jimmy was nearly ready to finish in her and she wanted that, but she had other plans for Gil’s second orgasm.
“Okay,” he agreed. “Want me to cum on your face?” He grinned down at her eagerly.
She just shook her head and put him back in her mouth with the intention of keeping him hard but not letting him cum.
Jimmy was thrilled to be back inside his wife after she had been filled by Gil. Her pussy was hot and incredibly wet and he knew he was lucky to last more than a minute. Grabbing her hips in almost the exact same way that Gil had, he slammed into her as hard as he could before he finished, hard and fast, exactly as she wanted.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Sharon cursed as he suddenly and unexpectedly came inside her. Even though it was unexpected, she still managed to have a little climax. “More,” she moaned.
“Want me to fuck you again?” Gil gallantly offered.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I want Jimmy to suck you off.”
The dazed expression on Jimmy’s face told her that he wasn’t ready for his wife’s request. “You want me to suck his cock?” he asked.
“I want to watch you make him cum,” she said, rolling out of the way and grabbing her husband’s arm to pull him forward to Gil’s cock.
Jimmy was already experiencing the release and relaxation from his lustful needs. While in the middle of a sexual frenzy, it was easy to think about and actually suck off another man, to do it after he had cum was another matter entirely and Jimmy had serious reservations about resuming fellating Gil, but both his wife and Gil looked expectantly at him.
To his shame, he actually had to steel himself to grasp Gil’s cock and open his mouth. It was still slightly moist from Sharon’s saliva, but that didn’t bother him. What he was doing was now a conscious decision rather than the action of a man in desperate need of a sexual display. Not wanting to disappoint his wife, he pushed himself forward.
Giving head for her wasn’t bad at all.
Giving head to make Gil happy wasn’t exactly torture either.
Giving head for his own satisfaction…well, he didn’t want to admit that yet.
Gil’s cock was hard, but there was a pleasing yield to it as well. Some softness that was malleable but at the same time would bounce back once pressure was released. His balls were soft and smooth, unlike the rest of his body, and fit perfectly in Jimmy’s hand as he cupped them to help steady Gil’s erection.
Sharon was watching closely as her husband enthusiastically sucked on Gil. It was nothing she ever would have expected to see, but was thrilled with the result. “Keep going, you need to make him cum.”
The encouragement wasn’t needed. Jimmy kept going because he wanted to. He had the desire and curiosity. When Gil reached his peak, Jimmy kept going. The flood of semen in his mouth wasn’t unexpected, but it was a new experience. The flavor was a mixture of salty and vaguely ammonia-like with a hint of spiciness. It wasn’t unpleasant, but he quickly understood why some people, especially women, took some getting used to the flavor.
Not wanting to disappoint, Jimmy swallowed the jism. “Fuck yeah!” Gil shouted enthusiastically. “Keep sucking!”
Jimmy did so, doing to Gil what he always wished that women would do to him.
“You really know how to suck cock,” Gil complimented him.
“Better than me?” Sharon asked, a little disappointed in how eager and sincere Gil was with his compliment to Jimmy.
The muscular, bald man looked down at her, “Uh…yeah. I’ve always thought that men give better blowjobs than women. No offense.”
“Oh.” Sharon was disappointed. She had always thought that she gave great head regardless of the circumstances. This was a revelation no one had ever spoken to her before. “So…do women eat pussy better than men?”
Gil shrugged as Jimmy sat back and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “How would I know? I’m not a woman.”
“Yeah, but I’ve never had sex with a woman,” Sharon pointed out.
“Maybe you should give it a try,” Jimmy suggested.
She looked nervously over at her husband. They exchanged a look. Both wanted to discuss what had just happened, but neither wanted to do it in front of Gil.
Either Gil was aware of their reluctance, or he wanted to fill the silence that had settled over the little group. “I’m thirsty as hell,” he said. “I’d love some water. Or anything to drink.”
Sharon popped up from her position on the bed. “I’ll get drinks,” she said brightly and practically ran from the room. Jimmy couldn’t keep his eyes off his wife and noticed the slickness on the insides of her thighs where his cum, combined with Gil’s, was slowly leaking out of her.
“You okay with this, man?” Gil asked Jimmy when Sharon was sufficiently on her way to the kitchen.
“With what?” Jimmy asked, not wanting to make a foolish mistake about whatever it was that Gil wanted to talk about.
“Me fucking your wife. I know you already said yes, but I thought I’d check again. And, this is the more important question, and with you being fine sucking my dick.”
Jimmy swallowed. The taste of Gil’s cum was still on his tongue and he was wishing for a drink of water which made him want Sharon to return right away, but at the same time he wanted her to stay away for another minute so he could finish the conversation with Gil. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be fine with that?”
“You never mentioned it before.”
“I didn’t know how to bring it up,” Jimmy said, chuckling a little at the small pun he made.
“I’ve fucked guys before,” said Gil.
“I…I suppose that’s good to know.”
“Is that going to be okay with your wife?”
“Is what going to be okay with me?” asked Sharon as she walked back into the bedroom, still naked, and carrying three bottles of water.
Jimmy couldn’t find his voice. Gil answered for him. “Is it going to be okay if your husband sucks my dick?” he said with a self-satisfied and smug grin.
Sharon paused and leaned on the wall, a dreamy smile on her face. “I though
t it was hot and I’d like to see it again.”
“You would?” asked Jimmy, clearly surprised and somewhat pleased.
“You would?” Gil echoed, trying to keep his delight understated.
“Yeah, of course,” Sharon replied. “Who wouldn’t?” She fixed her husband with a knowing gaze. “Clearly we need to talk more about this.”
Chapter Four
“Well? Are we sharing him or are you trying to keep him for yourself?” Sharon demanded of her husband.
“I could ask the same question of you,” Jimmy snapped back.
Sharon caught herself before she said something she regretted. Calming herself with a deep inward breath, she said, “This is supposed to be fun, not work.”
Jimmy shook he head and glumly considered the glass in front of him. Gil was gone for the night. The married couple had decided to sit down and plot out the next phase of their sex life. It was proving more difficult than either had anticipated. “I should have had a second and a third thought before convincing him to…to…”
“To fuck me?” Sharon suggested.
“Yeah. That.”
“Judging by what happened upstairs earlier tonight, you were just as eager to fuck him as I was.”
Jimmy opened his mouth to say something, but found that words failed him. The silence that fell between them was incredibly uncomfortable but Jimmy didn’t want to speak and break the silence and possibly make things worse.
“How long have you known you’re bi?” Sharon asked him.
Once more he opened his mouth. To lie? To tell the truth? He didn’t know.
“Or…maybe you’re not bi?” she suggested. “Maybe it was something you just wanted to try?”
His voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t know.”
“Chris, Jim. Give me something to work with here.”
“It’s hard,” he said.
Sharon couldn’t help herself. “Like Gil was hard in my pussy tonight?”
“Jesus, Sharon!”
She giggled. “Sorry. You can’t just feed me a line like that and not expect me to take advantage.”
“This isn’t the time!”
She nodded in agreement. “Right. You’re right. But I really don’t care if you’re bi or not.”
Jimmy looked at her. It had been easier to glare at his drink rather than to look his wife in the eye. Her question was valid and to the point, but he didn’t know the answer. He had been actively avoiding facing his own sexuality. The honest truth was that he didn’t know what he was, he didn’t know how to consider himself, he didn’t know what he wanted to do with the rest of his sexual life except for the fact that he did love his wife, loved to see her fuck Gil, but at the same time the other man’s cock—or any man’s cock—called to him.
“You don’t?” He was puzzled, confused, and a little drunk.
“It’s not like jealous completely straight men offer to find another man for their wife to fuck.”
“Yeah well…”
“So, either you’re bi or kinky enough to want to watch your wife fuck another man,” Sharon analyzed for him.
Jimmy slowly shook his head. “Or maybe both?”
Sharon shrugged. “You said it. Not me.”
“Do you still want to fuck Gil?”
“Yes. Did you see his body?” she said enthusiastically. “I mean, his cock was merely okay, but the muscles…oh la la.”
Jimmy nodded and smiled. “I saw his body.”
“Nice, huh.”
“Yeah. Nice.” Jimmy took a sip from his glass. “He had just an okay cock?”
Sharon’s smile increased in brightness. “I’ve had more than just yours and his,” she reminded her husband. “His was nice, but I’ve had bigger. And better. He was a pretty good fuck, but that wasn’t the best part.”
“What was the best part?”
“Fucking him with you,” she said leaning across the table for a kiss.
After they kissed he asked her, “Do you want to go back upstairs for one more round?”
“My heart says yes, but my pussy is tired.”
Back at his apartment, Gil let himself in and stepped into the darkness. The place was silent. That was a good sign. He was late, but not that late.
Sneaking into the bedroom he was caught. Adam was in bed with the lights off, but was wide awake, reading from his tablet. “You’re late,” Adam said. There wasn’t any anger or sarcasm in his voice, but Adam was an excellent actor.
“I didn’t think you’d still be up,” Gil said, avoiding getting involved in an argument.
“And you didn’t think I’d notice you weren’t home before I fell asleep?” Adam asked archly. He put down the tablet and switched on the bedside lamp. “Where have you been?”
“Would you accept ‘out’ as an answer?”
“What are you trying to avoid?” Adam asked.
“A fight with you,” Gil said smoothly as he began undressing. He considered a quick dash to the bathroom for a shower and wondered how obvious that would be.
“Why? What are you going to tell me that I don’t want to hear?” The covers were down to Adam’s waist showing off his lithe and naked chest.
“I’m not going to tell you and I’m not going to upset you,” Gil said as he removed his pants but kept on his underwear as if trying to hide some shameful act he had committed.
“Who did you fuck and was he more beautiful than me?” Adam asked. Gil paused and looked at his boyfriend. Adam was a few years younger than he and was certainly much better looking. Yes, Gil was both muscular and in every way masculine; at first glance no one would figure he preferred men both sexually and romantically, but Adam was borderline beautiful. If he had the urge he could have been deadly on the drag circuit, just feminine enough to be pretty and masculine enough to unsettle those who weren’t at ease with their sexuality.
“No one is more beautiful than you, dear,” Gil said, covering his anxiety to keep his activities of the evening secret from his boyfriend.
“Oh don’t give me that shit,” Adam said with a roll of his eyes. “We aren’t exclusive and we said we’d be honest with each other.” He paused. “Hold on. You didn’t fuck that asshole Reed, did you?”
The mere mention of Gil’s ex was enough to suck the air out of the room. The fact that both Gil and Adam had fucked Reed at different times didn’t make it any easier.
Not wanting to cause a fight or a bigger problem than was already brewing Gil quickly set his boyfriend straight. “No. Of course not. I didn’t fuck fucking Reed. How could you even ask that?”
“Because you’re hiding something and I know you have a thing for him.”
While it was true that Reed was one of those gays who were promiscuous, selfish, confident, and had a right to be because he was packing a cock that was truly beautiful, large without being huge, and he knew how to use it. Both men knew he knew how to use it; that was the worst part.
“Like you don’t have a thing for his thing either?” Gil shot back.
“You were the last one to fuck him,” Adam pointed out.
“We are not going to have this argument again,” Gil said. “It’s pointless.”
“So just tell me who you fucked and we’ll be done with it. Christ on a bike! You’re making it worse. It’s not like we don’t have an open relationship.”
Gil cleared his throat and squared his shoulders. “Jimmy. His name was Jimmy.”
“Was he a good fuck?” Adam would want details. He always wanted details. Usually Gil was happy to share details because that would often lead to sex and occasionally a three-way.
“Yes. He was great.”
“Hmm. You’re lying.”
“What? How could you say I’m lying?” Gil was trying to stand causally at the foot of the bed with its heavy wooden posters that occasionally were part of their lovemaking.
“You always square your shoulders to me and stand with your back straight when you lie, as if being boldfaced would make
me believe it any better. Plus, you kept your underwear on and you don’t have a hardon. Whenever you talk about your conquests you always get hard.” He groaned in annoyance and slipped out of the bed, showing he was naked, his large cock swinging heavily between his legs. Gil couldn’t help but stare. He loved his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s cock. It was even bigger than Reed’s. While Gil didn’t need a huge cock on his partner to be happy, it was a point of pride that his boyfriend was better endowed than his ex.
“Tell me. Out with it. Out with it all.”
Maybe Adam was shorter and not nearly as muscular as Gil, but when he was naked with his cock out, Gil felt weak in front of him. Adam was definitely a top and while Gil was a switch, he loved bottoming for his boyfriend.
“There’s not really much to tell,” Gil said as Adam went down on his knees in front of him.
“Tell me everything,” Adam said as he pulled down Gil’s underwear and put his cock into his mouth.
Gil had wanted to take a shower before getting into bed with his boyfriend. Having Adam suck his cock was definitely not his plan. Adam was definitely tasting his Gil’s cum and probably Sharon’s pussy as well. Adam would definitely be confused by that. He was a gold star gay; he had never slept with a woman. He was different from Gil. Gil was bi although he wasn’t exactly out about that particular fact to his boyfriend.
“You’re not going to like it,” Gil promised.
Adam took his cock out of his mouth. Even though Gil had already cum twice that evening, he was still getting hard. “Honey, I know you like to fuck women. I’ve always known. Am I tasting cunt right now?”
“Yes,” Gil confessed.
“Gross,” he said and started to put his mouth back on Gil’s cock, but hesitated. “Was she a good fuck?”
“Very good.”
“It’s been a while since you’ve had a woman,” said Adam and went back to sucking.
“Yeah,” Gil agreed, looking down at his rising cock that was hidden inside Adam’s mouth, his cheeks hollowed by the suction he was generating. “She was a good fuck. But you know what was even better?”
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