[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]And I thought, "Oh, shit..." but I made an "executive decision" and whispered to her, "You know you wanna do it... so just do it..." and with the thought that if the shit hit the fan, I'd deal with it. My wife wasted no time crawling between our girlfriend's legs and gluing her face to her pussy... and our girlfriend proceeded to have some pretty mind-blowing orgasms and even surprised me by climbing onto my dick so she could be fucked and eaten at the same time. And she just took it all in stride; no complaints and all she really said was, "Can we do it like that every time?" She went from being very straight to bi and despite what she had said. I even thought that maybe she said what she did because she wanted to experience it... but I just let it go because I was relieved to not have to do any damage control behind it. A few years later, we added my long-time girlfriend to the mix and the first night her, myself and my wife made love to consummate things, the first thing my girlfriend did was go after my wife who was taken totally by surprise... and just as I was. This woman had told me that there was a time where she was interested in this but after a very bad experience, didn't revisit it... until that night. I was totally shocked to see this woman not only eat my wife senseless but she was having more fun being eaten by my wife than she ever did with me - and this woman [B]loved[/B] the way I went down on her. She told me - after the first round of sex - that I was a very good pussy-eater... but I could benefit from a few lessons from my wife. But, again, I got to see first-hand someone who was quite straight be... very not straight. I reason that because she had once wanted to experience it, she was pre-disposed for it and finally had a chance to do what she had wanted to do. [/FONT] [/SIZE]
Even though my wife and I share our bodies with others we have a select group of friends we trust and when we are both involved it’s awesome, what is such a turn on is yesterday I came home from work alittle early and did my normal routine, poured myself a bourbon and started to go to the bedroom and through the door I see her getting drilled by my buddy. She is very vocal during sex and was saying fuck that pussy you bastard, watching his ass pumping away was so freaking hot I didn’t want to interrupt and I grabbed my massive hardon and jerked off a load while watching them. They didn’t even know I was there. When he finally cummed she saw me and said come join us, holding my cum in my hand I smeared it on her face and ate her freshly soiled pussy and licked his dick clean until I got hard again and drilled her again. I can’t explain nor would I even attempt to explain the awesome nature of our relationship. For me it’s somewhat liberating not having to hide or lie about our sexual desires or exploits. But yesterday was the 1st time I have actually walked in and seeing her getting drilled. It was so hot and my cock got instantly rock hard and thinking how often does she bed our friends when I am not home. I don’t really care but it’s still a huge turn on knowing there are men who love fucking her.
[QUOTE=Maverickman66;340166]Hi guys , after I have fucked guys and I cum with them I always feel guilty because I’m married to a beautiful wife , I then say to myself not doing this again, next day I want to fuck guys again lol! Anyone else feel this way?[/QUOTE]
I have always thought about picking [SIZE=2]someone [/SIZE]up at the hotel bar and just ask to suck their cock. I never got the courage. I was afraid they would make a fuss, get noisey and be embarrassing. You hear of guys laying on their bed naked with the blinds open(ground floor) or door open trying to entice one in. Never tried that either. I'd be afraid they would rob me or kill me if I took someone back to my room. I've walked by cars in a rest are an seen guys, cock out, beating off. I admit to sucking a few of those. That would be fun to get someone who want it as much as you back to your room, but how do you know? I never really sat next to a guy long enough for the conversation to get around to bisexuality. I have tried adult theaters and bookstores, but they aren't always trustworthy. I remember sitting in a stall without a door in a movie theater men's room waiting after I wrote on the wall above the urinal: "blow job, turn around show hard". I had a few just turn around and walk over and stick their cock in my mouth. Some would flee if anyone was heard coming into the men's room, some would let me suck in front of others. Anyone have any better luck at other techniques? I don't want to fuck, just suck a nice cock.
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"You should have told me this... and I should have asked if you had any experience," I said with a sigh. "But it's water under the bridge at this point. Lie down for me..." I went back down on him, feeling him growing hard in my mouth and as I sucked on him, well, I didn't feel "better" about this situation. The last time? Wow... that dude became a serious pain in my ass, calling me several times a day, begging to let him suck my cock, telling me that he'd do anything I wanted and all that. I'd never been stalked before and that guy was stalking the shit out of me and the more I tried to deflect him, the "crazier" he got about it; it got so bad that I had to tell him that if he didn't stop bothering me, things were going to be very bad for him. I had told him that we'd meet one last time and after that was over, he'd be doing himself a favor to find someone else's dick to suck and I guess he took my warning to heart because after spending almost four hours with him, I never saw or heard from him again. Lucky him and, yes, had he kept it up? I was going to hurt him very badly. But, back to Craig. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"Hurry up and get hard again!" he yelped and with a "crazy" and wild look in his eyes. "I need to suck you again!" "Well, that's gonna take a moment or two," I said, trying to calm him down. "It's taking too long!" he whined. "Can you do something?" "Well, no, but you can either go back down on me - and suck me the way I'm gonna tell you until I get hard again - or I can use my recharge time going back down on you; what do you want to do... and maybe now's a good time for you tell me the truth, hmm?" And the truth was he'd never been with a guy before... but I had figured that out already; I just wanted to hear it from him. He didn't lie or mislead me - he just didn't say anything and, to my own fault, I didn't ask him. As I continued to recover from my release, he told me how he got "really interested" in sucking dick when, as a teen, he'd been hanging out with his friends and they'd all gotten drunk and decided to have a big cock sucking session - but one he didn't participate in because of the usual fears... but he didn't haul ass; he stayed and watched his friends blowing each other until they all passed out. "I didn't join them... but I knew it was something I had to do," he said. "And I somehow knew you were the one I had to do it with." Yeah, that again - never figured out how someone just knew I was "the one" to go to... [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I've never been one to knock someone's skill or technique but I do take notice of it and the way he was sucking me told me that he wasn't as experienced at this as he hinted at; he kept trying to take me deep, gagging, making that "I'm gonna hurl!" sound and to the point where I was about to stop him. Since he figured out that trying to eat all of my cock wasn't as easy as he thought, he stopped and since he really wasn't hurting me, I let him continue. But now I knew what my brain had been trying to figure out - he was not only a rookie cock sucker, he had a serious fixation on doing it and the last time I ran into a guy like that, well, it got kinda ugly. But more about that in a moment. Craig had found his rhythm and I was able to push my thoughts and concerns to the side long enough to explode into his mouth and, as expected, he had a bad moment trying to swallow it. As I came down from my ejaculatory high, I was going to have a conversation with him... but I didn't get a chance to because Craig kinda lost his mind. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The moment I met "Craig" and it became clear why he was so interested in me, I knew I was in trouble. Not the bad kind but I had the sense I was about to get into something that "predicting" the outcome would be sketchy at best. His request was simple: "Can I suck your cock?" I subjected him to my version of the third degree - aka the "asshole test" and he passed with flying colors... but there was something about him I couldn't put my finger on and something my brain said I needed to pay attention to - just didn't know what it was or how it would manifest itself. We met up a couple of days later, went to a motel and settled in to talk at first; the pregnant pause built up strongly and quickly so we got naked, eyeballed each other, compliments and all that and all the while, my brain was telling me, "Here it comes... but I still don't know what you should be looking for!" There was that kinda awkward moment on how to proceed and me being me, I settled that by going down on him first and bypassing the obvious 69. I went to work on his rather average cock - and keep in mind that dick size isn't something I pay any attention to because it means nothing to me - and I had a lot of fun getting him to cum in my mouth and, no, the amount of spunk he delivered didn't mean anything either. As I felt him shuddering and twitching, I was debating on whether or not to let go of him or to keep sucking him when he suddenly jumped up, shoved me down, and went after my dick with a fury I couldn't have expected or anticipated. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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