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When my wife and I opened our marriage up to others the experience has been nothing short of amazing. Sharing our bodies with others is something we both really get into. Last weekend we had the grandkids over so no play time last weekend. Yesterday she text me and wanted to know if I could call my buddies for some Friday night fun, she said her pussy was sloppy wet and needed attention. She is home officed and often works wearing only a T-shirt and uses her dildo a lot throughout the day. At 57 years old her sexual appetite is incredible, almost to the point of being scary. At 5’8 and 110 lbs I am always amazed at how she absorbes big dicks but she handles them with no problem.

Calling my buds up and asked them them if they could come over took no convincing, all said yes, what was sexy as all hell was 2 of them had beaten me home and when I walked in the door she was pleasuring both of them, still waiting on the last one to arrive I made drinks for us all when the door bell rang and the last one was there. These men are guys who we play with from time to time so getting naked and busy is not a problem, no one is shy and at least here we can be who we are.

She was all all worked up seeing 5 big cocks ready to abuse her, that she couldn’t wait to milk at least one. Unfortunately I was the 1st to lose it, as she swallowed every drop, Watching them pound her hard and she begging for more was such a turn on and so I positioned myself so I could lick her clit and their balls as they took turns ramming her.

When Al stuck his massive fat cock inn her she bucked like a horse as her cum soaked pussy got stretched by his massive size Al has the biggest dick I have ever seen in person and having front row seats to his fucking her and sucking his balls as he bottomed out his cock in her she moaned loudly and squirted so hard I thought at 1st I was going to drown. With each thrust cum would leak from her and I was there to taste every drop.

After her gangbang every one left except My regular bud as he spent the night as his wife was out of town and he is just like me, that smell of cum soaked pussy makes him hard and he fell asleep with his head on her pussy and we awoke to some morning fun. Damn it she is a good woman.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]There probably isn't a guy who has turned to men for blow jobs who haven't asked themselves - and a woman - this question... and the answer is complicated and confusing. Sometimes, it's not about a decrease in her desire for sex; it's usually a chore she'd rather not be bothered with because (and in no particular order):

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[LIST=1][*]It doesn't do a thing for her to be sucking on your dick[*]It takes too long[*]Dealing with the "mess" should it show up if she doesn't swallow... and "that taste" if she does.[*]If she sucks you off - but she wants to be screwed - you're gonna be out of action for a bit of time[*]Sucking a guy off makes them feel like a whore.[*]She's had bad experiences doing this, beginning with the guy who told her, "I won't cum in your mouth!" - and that's exactly what he did, accidentally or purposely.[*]She's got better things to do.[/LIST]

[FONT=verdana]In a lot of situations, this doesn't make sense given that, when you first meet a woman and you decide to stick it out with each other, she's sucking your dick like it's her favorite thing to do of all time and maybe even sucking you off - and doing it just to be doing it. But as time moves on, you notice that even when you have sex with her, eh, she's not giving you head even when you're spending a lot of time with your head between her legs.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Women know two real-deal things about us: We love to fuck and we love getting our dick sucked and finished like that so a woman knows that if she does these two things - and she's looking for a man in her life - he's gonna be hers the more she fucks him and sucks him off. Once she has him, mission accomplished and, as such, no need to keep doing all of that.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Obviously, you're gonna notice this; maybe you say something to her right then and then to find out what's up, maybe you shrug it off as just her being in one of her moods... but you notice that after you eat her silly, she's telling you to get it in her which you're more than happy to do... but not so happy that she didn't, at the least, spend a little time sucking on your dick. Then comes the hard part.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]You ask her about it... and it's the beginning a very long line of excuses, beginning with various versions of her not feeling like it and graduating to you being the reason she's not doing it which will also include a whole bunch of shit that's been present all along and didn't seem to make a difference to her when you first hooked up with each other. She'll also invoke "girl things" and things that most guys don't know shit about and if they don't know, they can't argue against them. Oh, and that very much includes her saying, "I don't know!" when, truth is, she does know so her answer is really "code" for, "I know why but I'm not gonna tell you."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Women know something else, too, and something that to us doesn't make a lot of sense: They know if they don't blow us, at some point, we're gonna start thinking about getting someone else to do it and that includes fucking, too. Women worry about us cheating on them... yet, they do at least one thing to almost guarantee that her man is gonna think about doing it and if the problem doesn't get resolved, well, I'm sure you can guess what's gonna happen.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]You can sit down with her and talk about this; you can present an elegant and eloquent arguments as to why she should get back to doing this... and you can, in fact, get her to agree with every point you make; but once she's made up her mind that she's not gonna do it, she's not gonna change her mind and even if you impress upon her the negative effects this will have on the relationship and effects that will put the relationship in jeopardy.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Maybe she sees the writing on the wall and since no woman likes being dumped, she just might go back to giving your dick some token sucks; she might even "go back to the beginning" and just suck you off just to be doing it. You're back to being happy but as time slips by, you're right back to not getting your dick sucked at all. I'm not gonna say that all guys would run out and get blown by someone else; even though this is a major issue, some guys just aren't going to cheat or even leave her.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]But some guys will do just that. Maybe it's another woman... and maybe there's something about the "rumor" that men suck cock as a matter of course and do it better than women ever could. We know, however, that if we did either thing and get caught, bye-bye relationship and, oh, yeah, it's all your fault when, the truth is, sure, you cheated on her... but if she had been sucking your dick more and even getting you off like that - and as she did when she sank her hooks into you - then y'all wouldn't be having this discussion and on the verge of breaking up.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Ask a woman this: If you don't do it, who's supposed to? - and then pay attention to her answer which, predictably, will be some version of, "Nobody's supposed to!" Does she know that it's part and parcel of having and enjoying sex with each other? Yep, she sure does... but don't be surprised when she hits you with, "Why does everything have to be about you?" or tells you that you wouldn't understand what's going on with her... but won't really explain what that might be or, worse, tries to bullshit you with stuff that even the dumbest guy in the world wouldn't believe. You can even - and unnecessarily so - point out to her how this is affecting the relationship in some very bad ways and she'll tell you that she knows that it is... and won't do a damned thing to prevent that from happening.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]And, other than cheating on her or packing your shit and leaving, there isn't a damned thing you can do about it. There's nothing you can say or do that will change her mind; she'd rather accept the risk that you're on the verge of leaving her and if you cheat, well, you just gave her an out and reason to leave you, ya cheating bastard!

The fucked up part is that you could understand these things I've told you - and understand them as well as I do - and it changes nothing as far as she's concerned. You can promise and deliver unto her the stars and the moon... and she's not sucking your dick even if she had to in order to save her life.

Now, should you do what some guys have done - go find a guy who'd give their left nut to suck your dick and gulp down your spunk - and she finds out about it and confronts you, you can, once more, give her the most eloquent and elegant reasons why you did what you did... and the first thing out of her mouth will most likely be, "What about me and my feelings?" This is the part where you look at her and start shaking your head, right? Does she not understand that if she'd been doing this all along, there would have been no need for you to get some dude to do it? The answer is, yes - she does know this... but by turning this around on you, it suits her purposes to now the be victim instead of acknowledging that if there's a victim in this, that would be you... and she's the one who both victimized you and caused you to take this action.

Confused? Baffled? Welcome to the club. It's a lose/lose situation.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Purely as a bisexual man, I have sucked more cock and been fucked more than any woman I know... and I know a lot of women and their sexual histories. And I'm, again, sometimes embarrassed by this fact but never ashamed of it because there's no reason to be ashamed other than there being a lot of people who find this to be quite shameful.

I like to say that they have no idea what they're missing and more so if, as they proclaim, they love having sex... but the good part is that there are lot more people today embracing bisexuality than ever before. And while many folks are worried about what someone else would think about this, I learned to not be all that concerned about it because if I'm worried about what someone thinks about me sucking a dick, it'll make me not go suck a dick... and where's the fun in that? When it comes to having sex, I'm all about making it easier to have it and not making it harder.

I've been comfortable with sex and my sexuality for so long that I don't really think about it unless I happen to remember something or someone asks me a question. Guys ask if they should feel bad because they threw it down with a brother or some other relative/older guy and I'll ask them that if they wanted to do it and weren't forced into it, what is there to feel bad about other than breaking a rule that, really, not a lot of people pay attention to or abide by?

Because if everyone did, we wouldn't be having this conversation - ever.

I am bisexual and I don't make any bones about it or pull any punches about it and I will be bisexual until the day I die and when that day comes, I think the only regret that I'll have is knowing I won't be alive to be able to keep being bisexual; otherwise, no regrets, no thinking about shit that I had a chance to do but didn't but being able to take comfort in knowing that if there was something sexual that I haven't done, it's because I didn't want to do it for some reason.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]Do I feel bad about having sex with my brother or even my sister? Sometimes I do - I do have a conscience, after all, but I also know that I had a lot of sex with them because we did love each other (and on top of being some really horny motherfuckers). Do I feel bad about the many cousins I've had sex with? Not really because I understand that we didn't do anything that we didn't want to do or agreed to do even though it's said that youngsters don't understand what they're doing when they're playing around with sex... and they're wrong about that. I understand that even as "disgusting" as these particular events may sound, I take some "comfort" knowing that while I eagerly went along with it, um, I wasn't the one making the push for it to happen. Maybe I should have been more... responsible in this but it doesn't change the fact that it didn't happen and for those who might object to these things and say that they wouldn't have done it, respectfully, you weren't the one having to make that decision.

What do you do when your sister wants you to have sex with her and she tells you that if you really love her like you say you do, you'll do it? Or if she argues that she'd rather do it with someone she trusts before doing it with someone she has reason not to trust? You argue against it because you know if you get caught, you're dead meat... and then you make love to her because you do love her and that means more to you than getting your ass kicked for it. You've read a little about me and my brother - we couldn't stand each other and would kill each other without losing any sleep over it - but the only time we got along as brothers are supposed to is when we'd get naked and suck and fuck each other silly. Maybe the means don't justify the ends... but it worked right up to the moment someone else killed him over some dumb shit.

And if I'm going to hell for any of this, I know I'm not gonna be the only one getting roasted for all of eternity and I'm good with that and besides, if I'm going to hell, I'd rather go for "good reasons" and not petty ones, like I'm gonna go to hell for stealing a pack of gum or something like that.

And I've figured that I probably wouldn't like the person I'd be if I hadn't had these experiences and bisexually so.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]...you have an idea of what my sexual life has been like since I got introduced to cock. It is what it was and the past cannot ever be changed but I often wonder if things would have turned out differently had I not experienced what it was like to suck a dick, swallow sperm, and get my butt loaded with spunk. Would I have eventually discovered this somewhere down the road? Maybe... and maybe not but there's a lot of futility in thinking about this and all it does is make you insane trying to imagine something that, in fact, never happened.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]My bisexuality has taught me a lot of shit about sex and shit that "decent" people don't ever want to think about or even acknowledge and over the years, sure, I've wondered if I'm really some kind of pervert or deviant... but then I learn about how others are bisexual and some of those folks make me look like a sexual novice by comparison, that and it's obvious that I'm not the only one who has found loopholes in this sex things and have taken advantage of them.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]When I look back at things, jeez, it's embarrassing to think about all the men I've had sex with (and not even thinking about the women); like I think I said, if you wanted to have sex with me, it was as easy as showing me your dick and all you had to do other than that was to ask me if I wanted to do it. Sure! Because it was not only a lot of fun (for the most part) it also seemed to be perfectly normal for guys to want to do it to other guys. And while, in my old age, I've become a lot more discerning about it, I know it's normal for guys to want sex from other guys and if for no other reason than we are born to have sex; it's hardwired into us and now it's just a matter of getting it and if we have to bend or break some rules to make it happen, okay.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]And the most important thing, at least to me, is that I'm not ashamed of any of it. Embarrassed at times? Sure... but zero shame and I've always said that if I could go back and do it over again, I wouldn't change a thing and might even add some stuff I didn't think of.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Now, eventually, I knew two things. One, this thing we had going wasn't going to last a very long time and would come to an end the moment he found a girl who was willing to give him the pussy regularly... and I knew his mother would get around to saying something to me about what we were doing; it would have been stupid of me to think that she'd not be aware of it and put two and two together. You might be wondering why I just didn't tell her from the start and the answer is that I really wasn't sure how she was gonna react since knowing that I was bisexual didn't sit well with her and would get us "arguing" about that.

So when she came up to me with a certain look on her face, I knew it was time to have that conversation and I was prepared to have it and no matter how pissed off she was - and she was very pissed... but not for the reason I thought. She said, "Why didn't you tell me you two were doing it - and why did I have to hear it from him first?"

I had prepared myself for this confrontation... but not this exact question. I recovered and told her why I hadn't mentioned it before now and I was stunned when she said, "I had hoped you'd have sex with him but, damn it, ya could have told me!" Did not expect that reaction at all and to the point where I didn't even ask her why she had hoped that we'd have sex in the first place. All she did say to that end was that she knew she could trust me to do right by him - and that made me ask her why she didn't just ask me to initiate him and she said, "Because I knew he had to ask you himself. Now, can we go upstairs and fuck? I'm horny..."

Things came to the predicted end between us and I admit to have felt very sad about it but I was also very happy that he'd met and fell in love with a woman, too. When we had sex for the last time, it was hard for both of us not to start crying over the whole thing but we didn't; we just went through our normal routine and after we were done, he said, "I'm going to miss this a lot."

"So am I... but life goes on, doesn't it?"

I did have to backtrack with his mom and go through the whole course of events which, um, more often than not, had us fucking like rabid teenagers. I had figured she'd be horribly angry and, again, was surprised that she wasn't. "I knew he'd get around to asking you," she said one day. "And, oh, yeah, if you were wondering how he knew you were down with it, it's because I told him."

Oh... that's how he heard it. Well, damn. She had told me that she had sat him down and asked if he had asked me and to tell her all about it and he had obviously spilled his guts to her and, just as obvious, she was pleased with the results and more so since it prevented him from coercing his little brother into it, something we both had a problem with.

"I'm just mad with you because you didn't tell me yourself," she would often remind me. "He's grown and can make his own decisions about shit like that and I'm glad you were doing him because it made him very happy and if he's happy, then I'm happy and because you did, I love you even more than ever because you were able to do something for him that I couldn't help him with - except to point him in your direction."

In later times, I wondered if I would have gone ahead and done him if she had asked me to before he said something but it was a moot point; it happened when it needed to happen and no one regretted that it did.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Because I had known where the conversation was going, I had run it all through my head several times before he even got around to asking me if I'd blow him. Risky? Possibly but I also had a bit of an ulterior motive since I knew he was fucking my daughter and if he fucked around and knocked her up, I wouldn't have wanted to be him when he'd be made to explain it to us.

I told my wife about it and we had a long talk - she knew he was banging my daughter, too (and our daughter didn't know that we knew) - and to keep him from further traumatizing his little brother, we agreed that this was a necessary intervention of sorts.

"You know if his mom finds out, she might shit a gold brick," she said.

"I know but I'll worry about that when I have to worry about it," I replied.

I knew that he'd be back for more and he didn't disappoint me in this; I was pretty much sucking his dick three or four times a week and sometimes two or three times a day. At one point, he had admitted that he wanted to suck my dick but didn't think he could and I told him, honestly, not to worry about it; if he did, fine but if not, that's fine, too. Still, he felt that he had to do something for me and decided that since he couldn't bring himself to suck me, perhaps I could fuck him... and that set off some alarms in my head because I still hadn't resolved my issues around anal sex.

One day he comes in and comes right to me and asks if I'd suck his dick but with a twist - he wanted us to shower together. I thought, "This is different..." but I agree and we hit the shower together and as we showered, wow, I wanted to feel him inside me so I turned to him and said, "Soap your dick up good, get soap on your finger and ease it in my butt and when I tell you, put your dick in my ass and fuck me." The look on his face was precious but he did as I said... and I was still wondering what the fuck I was thinking as I felt his hardness slide into me.

"Oh, damn," he groaned as he started to fuck me and before I could get into it, I felt his dick swell, followed by that intense pumping action as he filled my ass with cum - and it was heavenly. He pulled out and I felt empty and strangely disappointed when I heard him say, "Now fuck me!" I want to do get into him slowly even while trying to quickly tell him about this but he said, "Just put it in me - I can handle it!"

I pushed... and went into him easily and as if he'd been fucked before - but I knew he hadn't lied to me when he said that he hadn't. It didn't take me long to bust inside him and I heard him say, "Yeah, that's what I needed!" We washed up, got dried, and went straight to the bedroom where I sucked him into hardness, used a proper lube on both of us, and rode his dick for a while before he unloaded in me again and it was even better the second time. Could it be that I'd found the guy who was "worthy" of fucking me and would end my anal abstinence?

Um, no. As it turned out, he didn't like fucking me one bit although he admitted that it felt good to him but not what he really wanted and needed from me; he wanted me to suck him off then fuck him, nothing more, nothing less and as much as that pissed me off, I had no choice but to honor what he wanted.

Now, he did try to blow me once, when he was kinda drunk after hanging with his boys and while I thought he did a decent job (but I didn't cum) he said that it was nice but not his thing; he was just fine with the way we were already doing things and, strangely, I wasn't all that upset about it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"I think I understand it," he said. "But why do you think I don't?"

I spend the next fifteen minutes or so explaining the implications of going this route, both the good and the bad of it and I didn't pull any punches or sugar coat any of it and if you think I was going out of my way to talk him out of this, you'd be right. I finished by telling him that he was an adult now so it was up to him to act like an adult in this and to make a decision one way or the other while really understanding what it all meant and especially what it meant for me to do this for him and how it could fuck everything up for everyone.

I sat there and watched him think before he cleared his throat and said, "I understand. Will you suck my cock for me, please? I don't know what else to do and if I can't trust you, who can I trust?"

I had already made up my mind about this and I would blow him - but only if he showed me that he really did understand the implications and that he approached this in an adult way. I told him, "Okay, I'll do it - just let me know when you're ready and take some time to think about it some more."

"How about right now?" he asked - and, yes, I knew he was gonna say that.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Once I do this, there's no going back."

"Yes. Please." he said. He lifted his butt up enough to slide his pants and underwear down to reveal a very nice cock and one that appeared to be so hard I figured it had to hurt like a motherfucker. I looked at him, saw that "desperate" look on his face and leaned over and took him into my mouth. He groaned and immediately started fucking into my mouth and, honestly, I half-expected him to blow his load in a matter of seconds so I stopped long enough to say one word to him: "Relax." I took my time sucking him, using a few tricks I'd picked up along the way to keep him from busting before he really got a good feel for what he had asked for.

Moments later, he exploded in my mouth and I dutifully swallowed his rather tasty load; I sat up and looked at him and almost laughed at the look on his face - and I did laugh when he said, "That was better than any girl who sucked me! You are really good at it!"

"So now what?" I asked him.

"Can you do it again?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes. Please."

"What, right now?"

"Please."

"Okay... but what about tomorrow? The day after? Next week?" I asked so I could drive home a necessary point.

"I don't understand," he said.

"Look, if you wanna do this again down the road, you're gonna have to ask for it like a man and don't expect me to just do it," I said, hitting him with this very adult thing to do. "If you don't ask for what you want, I'm going to just ignore you."

"Oh, okay - I understand," he said. I went back down on him but I'll admit that this time, it was for my pleasure. He went to bed with a huge grin on his face, leaving me to think some more about what had just happened.[/SIZE][/FONT]