I know I am bisexual.
I have done for many years.
But I need help to get there.
This is where my wife comes in.
She knows who I am - and gets off on it. Becoming the ‘fixer’ in our relationship. Encouraging me to taste cock in her presence. Arranging for my ass to be fucked while she stands in admiration. An excited witness with wet cunt and wild mouth.
All I have to do is turn up.
With an open mind.
With an open mouth and ass.
The usual monthly ring at the door. I am wearing my Baby Bi uniform of a white shirt and Zara trousers with no underwear. You are drinking wine in full make-up wearing a black skirt and Prada top - loving to dress up to watch me come undone.
I answer the door. He is the same as all the other men - athletic beneath his white shirt and jacket - but a little different. He is blonde. I am already in love and thinking about sucking him as we shake hands and move to the kitchen.
You are there - heels on floor and wine in hand. You will be the conductor of this symphony and this fuck is very much preplanned. Countless messages and emails exchanged with Mr Blonde. My fate already sealed in a Georgia font.
I have no idea what is coming.
What flavour I am about to taste.
But something feels…different.
I think you will soon offer him a glass of wine before sitting on the sofa and chatting. I think you will slowly connect us and then watch from a distance - getting wetter and wetter. Simple things will happen like a cock to mouth or a finger to ass.
But you just stand there silently - wickedly - ignoring him.
Looking at me.
I am lost here and a nervous giggle can be heard from my mouth. But beneath me I am hard and excited. My underwear free stiffness is clear for all to see.
Mr Blonde clarifies the situation as he moves quickly. His cock as stiff as mine as he pushes me forward. Pinning me against the counter where our car keys lie.
I look to you with a smile but I don’t get one back. Nothing except that familiar glint in your eyes.
So this is how it’s going to be.
I am about to taste rough in our kitchen while you watch and sip wine.
I am still lost…but happily so.
100% all fucking in.
I can feel his hardness even more as he reaches around and rips open my shirt. My £80 shirt. It’s buttons comically spraying outwards. Falling onto the counter and the floor. In character, I protest but his hand is across my mouth as he licks and bites my neck. His hidden cock getting even harder and fatter.
His vampire lips leave my neck and then in one swift move, he unbuttons and unzips my trousers. Pulling fabric to floor - exposing me completely. I try to turn my head to face him. My hetero side wanting to protest just a little. But Mr Blonde is ready for this: a firm hand against my back.
And then another on my head as he pushes me over the counter.
Making sure I keep facing forward.
Making sure I keep facing you as my ass opens wide.
I look for some trace of reassurance from my wife and she speaks. Her voice loud in the quiet room. So quiet I can hear the refrigerator hum as her voice floats to me.
“OK Babe…just relax…take what’s coming…OK? This is for you.”
My wife loves the dramatic. Her mascara eyes stern but excited as the last words leave her lips. This power making her cunt sing. I nod my head and let out a feeble “ok” as her lips take a lick of wine. Behind me I can hear Mr Blonde unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. The tear of the condom packet, and the small snaps of rubber as he adjusts it around his hard cock. A second packet tears, and I then hear the slick sound of lube on rubber. Thoughts of the increasing use of butt plugs and sissy talk in our bedroom flood back to me as I wait for the inevitable.
But cock doesn’t come.
Instead his delicious tongue finds my delicious ass.
I tell the room how much I like this.
“Oh fuck! That feel’s so….oh fuck!”
You smirk at this - your bra-less nipples interested and alive. His hands spreading my ass as his skilled tongue goes deeper and deeper and deeper. My cock hard and banging against the cupboard below me as I think about his. What size is about to penetrate and destroy? What will tonight bring?
I am about to find out.
Mr Blonde now on his feet. Spreading me. Taking aim. The hot tip of his rubber-clad manhood against my experienced hole. I turn my head slightly in curious excitement — but then I hear a small cough from you followed by words.
“Hey babe…eyes on me….eyes on me.”
I stare at you as he eases in. Discomfort and pleasure from his mid-sized cock. Mr Blonde groaning as he works his way in. It is only the tip so far — but it burns deliciously. Yet I don’t make a sound except for a tiny mouse like grunt. My cock throbbing wildly as I relax into the pain. This is a (mistake?) as it allows Mr Blonde to slip in deeper. I wince but my eyes remain locked on yours as he starts to fuck me — tiny pumps in and out. I can almost feel your emailed instructions in the room.
PLEASE: Humiliate with care.
You look on.
Never at him.
Always at me as my body rocks and my ass stings.
I know you well and I can see the excitement in your eyes. The way your wine glass trembles when you take a sip. Almost using the alcohol like a gag.
Things progress. The main sound in the room now is that of the man you hunted down for me. He is almost outside of our little game — moaning and enjoying himself inside me. His strokes increasing - careful, but now with more intensity. His hands move between my hips and my back, making sure I don’t move.
I let out a louder moan and this encourages Mr Blonde’s voice to join the party.
“Yeah that’s it…take that cock…take it!”
His words are a little out of place and unnecessary but they thrill nonetheless. His strokes and now fully IN & OUT as he fucks. I feel alive. Slight humiliation mixed with desire. The burn. The force of being held down. Your eyes on me. For one moment — it all feels too much.
But there is simply not time for ‘too much’ as everything reaches its peak.
Mr Blonde grabs for my cock - and grabs it hard. This surprises and thrills me. I thought my dick might be a side note; but now my pleasure comes into play. His young hands surprisingly rough as he squeezes and massages my cock. I’m so aroused that this quickly brings me to the brink. Our orgasms are now in unison as my prostate sings.
I close my eyes but this feels unfaithful so I look to yours.
Eyes that seem to say - Take it my little bitch…
And this is what I do.
I take ‘it’.
Whatever ‘it’ is.
Ass and pupils wide as I lose myself in your face.
As Mr Blonde loses himself in my ass.
With one final push, he swells and throbs inside me. Filling the ribbed condom with cum and pushing me to my happy place. I fall into my wife’s eyes as I also come deep. Desperate cries. Spraying spunk on the cupboard in front of me. Breathing hard. Feeling alive as I leak down onto the floor.
It’s over now.
I wish it wasn’t but it is.
Mr Blonde secures the condom and pulls out. The smell of my ass and lube filling the room. The relief is instant as our guest comically asks where the bin is with his trousers around his ankles. His belt buckle knocking against the tiled floor.
I am still a Baby Bi so shame comes to me and I remain face down on the counter. Staring at one of my shirt buttons next to my face. You put down your wine to show our guest out. I try to compose myself as I hear you talking in the hallway.
I’m sure I hear the faintest of laughs as the front door opens and closes.
He is gone and you return.
You are different now — and this is why I love you. Standing next to me. In the middle of our crime scene of the passion.
You lean in close.
“Are you OK, baby? Was that good?”
All I can manage is a nod and a smile.
You smile back and pat my head.
Your instructions now so full of love.
“Come to bed darling…come to bed.”
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