Bisexual Bodybuilders Vol 1

by Emeric Varady

  Adolar fixed two stiff drinks, which he carried into the bedroom. He took the bottle with him, as well.

  Vanessza had turned on one lamp on the nightstand beside the bed, and another one, on her dressing table. She’d taken off her dress and hung it up. She stood there in her slip, removing her jewelry.

  “Thanks, darling,” she told her husband, when he handed her one of the drinks.

  “You’re welcome.” Adolar looked at his wife.

  She noticed how he was staring at her. “What’s wrong?” she asked, as she sipped her drink.

  “With you? Nothing,” he said, with a broad grin. “Absolutely nothing at all.”

  “Oh, you still like what you see, do you? After all these years?”

  “We haven’t been married all that long,” he reminded her. “For all practical purposes, we’re still newlyweds. The honeymoon hasn’t ended yet, not as far as I’m concerned. And you know damn well that I love what I see.”

  He wasn’t lying. His wife looked hot!

  It was no ordinary slip which Vanessza was wearing. The garment was made from thin, bright red satin, which clung to every curve of Vanessza’s body and glowed like a flame in the soft lamplight. She had a great figure. She wasn’t flat-chested, slim-hipped, and androgynous, like some fashion models. She had a woman’s curves and padding, in all of the right places.

  Enjoying their drinks, the couple slowly got undressed. Adolar stripped naked and pulled on his bathrobe. As usual, he was careless about tying the sash around his waist. The robe remained far enough open in front to expose not only his chest and stomach, but his upper thighs—and his crotch. But then, neither Adolar nor Vanessza was the excessively modest type.

  She was proving that point at the moment, in fact. Seated at her dressing table while removing her makeup, she had taken off her slip and her brassiere. Nude except for her red silk panties, she began to brush her hair.

  “Um … you look like a centerfold, sitting there topless like that,” Adolar said. “Very sexy.”

  “Thanks, lover. You don’t look so bad yourself, in that robe. But, at the risk of breaking the mood—”

  “What?”

  Vanessza hesitated. “Flirting with eager young muscle pups, my love. Maybe it’s not too wise.”

  “I’m careful. Discreet.” Adolar was silent for a moment, lost in thought. “You think I should be even more careful?”

  “About playing your hand? Especially when it concerns one of these gullible young guys? Yes. It couldn’t hurt.”

  “You’re probably right. Do you really think I’m developing a reputation as a sexual predator?”

  “No. After all, you can’t exactly prey upon the willing! Maybe I’m being a little paranoid. Still, it can never hurt to err on the side of caution, can it, lover?”

  “God, Vanessza, what would I do without you? You’re so smart. And you always watch my back.”

  “That’s my job, darling.” Now that their serious discussion was over, Vanessza decided to lighten the mood, a bit. “Of course, I could be wrong,” she said, archly, putting the hairbrush down. “Take this kid you met tonight. Maybe your interest in him is purely innocent?”

  “Oh, assuredly so,” Adolar said, casually. He used the bottle to refresh their drinks.

  “What’d you say his name is?”

  “Robert, or Bob, as he likes to be called.”

  “Let me guess. He’s very good-looking, isn’t he?”

  “Easy on the eyes,” Adolar admitted.

  “Got you hot, didn’t he?” Vanessza taunted her husband.

  “I may have sprung a boner, while he and I were talking,” Adolar replied, making no effort to hide the smugness on his facial expression, or in his tone of voice. “You know that’s an occupational hazard, when I run into one of these muscle pups,” he added, facetiously.

  “You dirty fucker,” Vanessza retorted. “I bet this boy Bob has a hot body and a big dick,” she suggested, crudely. “To say nothing of a nice ass.”

  Adolar refused to rise to the bait. “He’s a sweet kid,” he acknowledged, feeling no need to go into specifics.

  Vanessza laughed. “So I do have a new rival. The flavor of the month, so to speak.”

  “You’ve never had a rival—and you never will.”

  “It’s nice to hear you say so, Adolar. But somehow, this sweet kid—this fan of yours—well, you seem more interested in him than usual.”

  “I do like Bob,” Adolar confessed. “I like him a lot.”

  “And you’d like to seduce him.” The way Vanessza said it, it wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact.

  Her husband grinned. “That goes without saying.”

  “If I was a decent woman, I’d be offended.”

  “Maybe you would be … and maybe you wouldn’t. But luckily for me, you aren’t a decent woman, are you, my love? Any more than I’m a decent man. So … do I have your permission to make my move on Bob?”

  Vanessza had to laugh. “Since when have you ever asked for my permission—or needed it? You just be damn careful, going about it. That’s all I ask.”

  “Well, if I do get anywhere with Bob, I wouldn’t keep him all to myself. That would be selfish. I’d be willing to share. You know I always am. And, in this case, I think it might be especially exciting. He’s kind of shy, I’ve noticed. I don’t think he’s very experienced, sexually. He could even be a virgin. Some guys his age still are, you know.”

  “Present company excepted, of course,” Vanessza said, drily. “You were fooling around with older men from the moment adolescence kicked in, weren’t you?”

  “I was precocious,” Adolar admitted. “I knew what I wanted, from a very early age. But it’s Bob we were talking about. He’s got such a wholesome, innocent air about him. Even though he’s now, apparently, one of the young muscle gods in residence on his gym’s weight room floor, and also, I suspect, the hero of Eötvös Loránd’s soccer team, it hasn’t gone to his head. He’s still unspoiled—”

  “Listen to you! You sound positively enthralled. You just can’t stop thinking about that boy, can you? And talking about him?”

  “Sorry. Would you prefer it if I kept my fantasies to myself?”

  “Of course not. You know how much I enjoy hearing about them. And marriage means sharing, as I’ve always believed.”

  “If I seem a little obsessive about Bob … well, he isn’t your average jock. He’s got real potential, that kid. Potential, in all sorts of areas. Not only as an athlete … but also academically … and sexually.”

  “It’s not hard to guess which of those potentials you’re interested in.” Vanessza stood up, and she approached Adolar. “But I think we’ve talked your possible future bedmate enough, for one night. Let’s concentrate on the present.”

  Vanessza slipped a hand inside her husband’s robe. He had, of course, an impressively, indeed a fantastically, fine, hard, athletic physique; and, as usual, just touching his beautiful body was enough to start a stirring in her loins. She ran her hand down over his bulging chest and chiseled stomach to his groin. There, she felt his cock, which was thicker and firmer than it tended to be in its relaxed state, although it was just beginning to get hard.

  “Are you ready to go to bed?” she asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Sleepy?”

  “Not yet,” he replied. “Not now,” he added, as his wife caressed him intimately, and his prick began to respond to the pressure of her skilled fingers.

  “Good,” Vanessza said. “There’s a little business I want to take care of, before we go to sleep.” She pulled his half-hard cock free from the folds of his robe.

  With his semi-turgid prick now exposed, Adolar stood beside the bed.

  Vanessza moved in front of her husband, and she dropped to her knees. The open ends of his robe hung down, like a pair of curtains, framing her face on either side.

  “Let me suck it for you, lover boy,” she whispered, playfully. “I know I’m just one of
your many cocksucking admirers. But if I do a good job, is there any chance of me making the first rank?”

  “Sure. I believe in rewarding sincere oral effort.”

  She took his cock in her mouth. As she sucked on the long, thick erection, her talented mouth and her ability to deep-throat him without difficulty made Adolar very hard indeed. He closed his eyes and enjoyed being blown. He couldn’t help himself; he found himself trying to imagine that it wasn’t his wife, but Bob, who was doing this to him. What sweet-looking lips that young stud had! They would surely feel tight yet smooth around the shaft of Adolar’s prick while Bob sucked it.

  Grunting, Adolar pushed his cock in and out between his wife’s accommodating lips. He appreciated Vanessza’s oral skill. It was only one of her many assets.

  She never neglected his sexual needs. And she gave him tacit permission to screw around all he wanted, as long as she got her fair share of the action. Theirs was an open, easygoing marriage, which satisfied them both.

  The only thing that Vanessza didn’t like, at least in the recent past, was that they couldn’t risk swinging too openly. As a well-known, respected pro bodybuilder and his wife, Adolar and she were expected by the physique industry to maintain certain standards of decorum. Neither of them had much use for decorum, but they’d learned to play the bodybuilding establishment’s game, keeping a low profile when it came to their extracurricular activities.

  Now, though, with Adolar openly escorting and doing gay and bisexual porn, all bets were off. The couple hadn’t really been ostracized—but now they sure as hell knew who their real friends were!

  And having Adolar “outed” as gay-friendly and bi did have one undeniable advantage. Budapest was crawling with good-looking young male physique enthusiasts, all of them horny and eager for sex. Some were gay, some were straight. Others were bisexual, or simply undecided. A few were even virgins—at least until Adolar and Vanessza got their hands on them. If a hot young muscle boy wasn’t attracted to Adolar, he would probably be interested in Vanessza. Either way, once a young guy was successfully seduced, it usually didn’t take long to persuade him to experiment. The best times were when a studly young weightlifter discovered he could enjoy making love to both Adolar and Vanessza—preferably at once. There was nothing the couple liked better than a threesome with a hard-bodied young male.

  Vanessza was almost too skilled at fellatio. Sucking Adolar nonstop, she was bringing him dangerously close to ejaculation.

  “Stop, please,” he pleaded, punctuating the request with a gasp for breath.

  He pulled his prick out of Vanessza’s sucking mouth with a loud, lewd pop, and he moved to the bed, throwing off his robe. Vanessza joined him on the bed, as usual ready and willing to be screwed. She got on her back on the mattress, writhing out of her panties.

  Her soft, oversized breasts shook, the nipples standing out in firm, jutting cones from the center of each broad, brownish-red aureole. It was, however, the scarlet slash between her thighs that Adolar eyed, as she spread her legs wide apart in brazen, slutty invitation, then lifted them, bending her knees. Her cunt was bordered by thick soft dark hair that curled partially across it; her labia protruded somewhat, her clit especially prominent between the firm, juicy folds of flesh.

  At thirty, Vanessza was just approaching her prime. She wasn’t a flat-chested, slim-hipped girl. No, she had the mature, ripened attractiveness of a real woman—and a woman who was very experienced, sexually. She’d been fucked a lot, and she loved it. Tonight, she seemed to want it—to need it—more than ever!

  “Give it to me, quick,” she insisted, grasping Adolar’s cock as he knelt between her legs.

  She aimed his turgid tool at her pussy, nudging her cunt lips apart with the mushroom-shaped head of the cock, exposing her moist, soft flesh for him to slide into. Adolar pushed his thick erection into her, inch after inch, until she had it all inside her. She let out a groan of pleasure. Her husband was hung. He possessed a full nine inches, and when erect his penis was exceptionally thick. Vanessza was one of the few women he’d ever known who could take it all in one gulp, even when her vagina had just begun to lubricate itself.

  While they joined their bodies, they both tensed, and they moaned together with excitement and pleasure. Fucking was still a hot turn-on between them, even after three years of marriage and a great deal of extramarital exploration on either side.

  As Adolar began to fuck his wife with the long, slow, cunt-tantalizing strokes which they both especially enjoyed, he kept thinking about his new acquaintance Bob, pretending that he was screwing him instead, in the butt. If Vanessza suspected what he was fantasizing about, she gave no indication—not that she would have been anything but amused and encouraging, had Adolar confided in her.

  She worked her hips skillfully, humping her pelvis in order to match each of her husband’s thrusts deep into her body. The effect was that her cunt seemed to be sucking on his hard-plowing prick and trying to draw it even deeper into her body, like a wet, voracious mouth. Her full breasts quivered in response to the delicious vibrations which his fucking sent rocketing through her, and he lifted himself higher on his hands so that he could look down and observe her arousal.

  Sometimes I can’t make my mind up, which I like better, Adolar thought, feverishly. A man’s hard body, or a woman’s softer one. Damn it, they both get me so hot! It’s a good thing I don’t have to choose.

  He fucked his wife still harder.

  She squirmed beneath him, her pleasure mounting to its peak. “Oh, it feels so good,” she whispered. “Oh, fuck, darling—you feel so big and hard inside me! You’re all cock. That must be why I love you so.”

  “And you’re all pussy,” Adolar replied, enthusiastically. “You know exactly what a man needs.”

  “I need it, too. Keep on giving it to me.”

  They moved their bodies heatedly together, with abandon, building in intensity and speed. His cock continued to pump wildly in and out of her clasping cunt. The mattress shook beneath them. Vanessza’s breasts began to shake up and down, not loosely, but with a full, heavy springiness which Adolar found incredibly erotic to watch and to feel. Her red mouth opened wide, and she tossed her head, flinging her dark hair to and fro on the pillows.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me! Ah, fuck me!” she screamed, at the top of her lungs. Their apartment building, like many in Budapest, was older structure, with thick walls. It was unlikely that their next-door neighbors could overhear the sounds of the couple’s lovemaking. But Vanessza didn’t care whether anyone heard her in the throes of passion, or not. When she got really fired up and ready to come, she was completely lacking in inhibition, and oblivious to everything else. “Fuck me hard, I’m there. I’m coming!”

  She began to grind her hips more rapidly, and her vaginal muscles tightened around his cock. Adolar settled down and fucked her hard, just as she’d demanded, giving her everything he had. He made three or four more strokes before he felt her cunt convulse in the fierce, exultant throes of a violent orgasm. And then he, too, reached his climax—a quick, spurting ejaculation which flooded the pit of her pussy with his hot, wet sperm.

  They sighed and clung to each other, breathing hard, sweating profusely, both fucked out—at least, for the time being. Fucking, in one form or another, was every bit as essential to Adolar and Vanessza as food or sleep. Neither of them could go for long without some form of sexual satisfaction.

  “You’re still the hottest piece of ass in town,” Adolar assured Vanessza, and he kissed her, hard, on the lips and explored the interior of her mouth with his tongue.

  “And you’re still the best fucker I’ve ever had,” she replied, after he finally let her come up for air again.

  They enjoyed, indeed, an ideal marriage.

  Chapter Three: Loss of Innocence—at Last!

  “Getting that interview with Adolar Mezey was one hell of a lucky break,” Bob said.

  “Yeah, the best thing that’s ever happened to us,” Urban
agreed. “We’ve sold more new subscriptions to The Muscle Forum since we published that, than we had all year up until then. I’m still pissed off, though, because you got to meet the guy, and I didn’t, thanks to my parents and their fucking anniversary party.”

  “Well, I’ve been thinking. I e-mailed Adolar, thanking him. But I’m beginning to think that wasn’t enough. He really did go out of his way to be nice to me. I’m thinking—we should get him some sort of a little thank-you gift. We could take it to his gym, to deliver it to him in person. And then you’d have your chance to meet him.”

  “Huh, you’re a goddamn genius, Bob! I like that idea.”

  “The only problem is … I don’t know what kind of a gift would be appropriate.”

  “Yeah, what do you get a guy who’s not just Mr. Hungary, but a porn star? Steroids, maybe,” Urban joked, “and a bottle of lube? That ought to cover all the bases.”

  “Don’t be crude,” Bob told his friend.

  “Me, crude? I’m a scholar and a gentleman. Anyway, the dude doesn’t seem to be the least bit embarrassed about all of those porn videos he’s been in. Hey, have you ever seen one of them, by the way?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Huh, you sound awfully defensive, buddy!”

  “He does gay and bisexual porn—from what I’ve heard,” Bob said. “He hasn’t done any strictly straight porn yet, for some reason.”

  “Well, here’s a theory. He hasn’t done that, because he likes the guy-on-guy action.”

  “He’s married.”

  “Uh, yeah, he and a few thousand other bisexual married men who live here in Budapest. Some of them on the down low, some of them open about it.”

  “Well, aren’t you the sexual sophisticate,” Bob taunted Urban. “How’d you become so educated? No, don’t answer that. I wouldn’t want you to incriminate yourself. While we’re on the subject, have you seen any of Adolar’s porn videos?”