A Special Friend. part 1 The door was open. He knew we were waiting for him. He stepped inside the house, closed the door behind and called "hello, I'm home, honeys!" My wife and I rushed to meet him with a wide smile in our faces. He embraced both of us and placed a kiss in our lips. We went to the kitchen and while I prepared some drinks we did the usual small talks about our families, work, daily life for the past week. Summertime it was and we went to our patio with the drinks in our hands. My wife was wearing a tight black dress with no underwear. I was covered only by a bathrobe. He stripped naked as soon as we came to the patio and sat on the chair with his drink and a cigar. My wife and I admired the view and smiled wider when his dick started to twitch and soon was up pointing to the sunny sky. The conversation sitting around the patio table didn't last long since he wanted to jump in the hottub with us and his toy was desperately claiming our attention. I opened the lid of the jacuzzi and took of my robe. He and I, stark naked under the sunny evening, approached my wife and together helped her out of her dress. Then he embraced us again harder with his strong arms and guided us to enter the hottub. Once in the warm water he placed himself in the middle, his arms over our shoulders and our legs pressed against each other. Through the transparent liquid I enjoyed the contrast of colors of our skins together, a descending gradient starting from my darker tone passing through his lightly tanned one to the pale white of my wife. His arms squeezed our heads toward his and we all kissed together. My wife was the first to take care of his throbbing toy which danced freely like a submerged pole in between us. She grabbed his dick with her tiny hand. He placed one hand in between her legs and the other hand encircled my dick and balls together in a tight grip. I started to feel his chest with my left hand stopping briefly to play with his nipples. The three of us were moaning softly, each of us being pleasured by a hand or two, our feet and legs entangled together under the water, our faces against each other, kissing and rubbing, Next he made us sit on his laps, each of us on one of his legs. His hands were now making me and my wife moan even louder. I continued rubbing his chest with one hand and the other went down to help my wife with caressing his dick and balls. My wife and I kissed passionately while he watched us increasing the speed of his strokes. My wife and I did the same with him. The moans became even louder barely muffled by the background chill out music playing from the outdoor speakers. He then sat on the border of the tub to refresh a little. My wife and I graded each of us one of his legs and placed our faces to rest on his thighs looking mesmerized at the straight up pointing pole in the middle between her eyes and mine. We both smiled and start to kiss it at the same time while his feet were rubbing against hers and mine centers of pleasure and his hands were caressing our heads guiding them slowly and gently up and down his shaft and balls. I stretched out one had to grab his foot rubbing my wife and guided his big toe to stroke in between her legs. My wife grabbed my dick and started rubbing it against his other foot under the water. We both looked up at him. His eyes were closed focusing on the amazing pleasure of two mouths and tongues fighting hungrily for his hard cock and the caressing of his feet by our hands and genitals. Feeling he was about to explode, he made us stop and jumped back inside the tub. He grabbed me and pushed my back against his chest making me sit on his laps, his dick went between my legs and under my balls to get out just below mine. He took my wife by the arms and make her embrace both of us, her pussy rubbing against the two dicks and her pointy breast pressed firmly against my chest. He was rubbing my chest and her breast at the same time. He kissed my neck while I kissed my wife. Next it was my wife who got sandwiched in between us sitting on his laps. I took her previous position, my dick touching his and both rubbing together while pleasuring my wife at the same time. My knees started to hurt a little. I sat back and he grabbed my dick in between his feet. I watched how he caressed my wife breast and they kissed, his dick throbbing wildly under my wife's pussy. His feet were stroking faster my dick while I caressed his toes with my hands. My wife was moaning again louder and I couldn't resist the temptation to grab his hard toy and start playing with it teasing my wife, rubbing it agains her clit. And this proceedings soon made her to climax into her first orgasm.
My lover stood dumbfounded in the middle of the room. I was in the rare position to ogle as much as I liked, and I could see the bulge in the front of his Dockers grow as the Mr. Calloway approached him. The large, muscular man circled around him, while my lover remained frozen in place. First Mr. Calloway just inspected him, looking him up and down from all angles. He seemed pleased. I didn't blame him, I quite enjoyed taking in the sight of my handsome lover from my vantage point as well. And then he began to touch. First, Mr. Calloway ran his hands through my lover's hair, catching him off guard. He faced him while his fingers continued their way down his neck and over his chest. His hands briefly brushed the front of his pants before he walked around him, letting his fingers trail over the curve of his buttocks and up his back. Then from behind, Mr. Calloway grabbed the hem of my lover's shirt and pulled it up over his head. Normally, my lover was the one in control, and I enjoyed seeing him vulnerable like this. Mr. Calloway was good at surprising him, doing things in a way that made my lover unsure of what was coming, and that made him nervous. But I knew my lover, because behind those nerves, I saw the look in his eyes, the goosebumps over his skin, and the tightness in his pants. He was excited. With his body pressed up against the back of my lover, his cock trying to escape from his pants to plant itself between my lovers clothed cheeks, he slid his hands down my lover's chest and to his belt. He unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned the pants, and unzipped his zipper, all while his breath was hot on my lover's neck. Slipping his hands under the waistband, he pushed his pants and underwear down to the floor in one swift motion. My lover obediently kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his slacks. Mr. Calloway's face was at my lover's hip level, and he hovered over his ass slightly before standing back up again. With one hand on his shoulder, he spun my lover around so they faced each other, positioning both of them with their sides to me, so as to give me the best view. They could see me out of the corners of their eyes. I poured myself another glass of wine, leaned back, uncrossed and recrossed my legs, and took a sip. Mr. Calloway put both hands on my lover's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. Then he unbuttoned his tight jeans. With no underwear in the way, his cock popped out of his pants, seemingly relieved to be freed from its prison. With his hands in my lover's hair again, Mr. Calloway pulled his face closer so the head of his cock was almost touching his lips. His hands moved to Mr. Calloway's balls and cupped them while my lover took his cock into his mouth. He started quick, quicker than I would have, bobbing his head back and forth. I couldn't help myself, I compared his technique to mine and mentally took notes. Mr. Calloway closed his eyes and let his head fall back, obviously enjoying the sensation. Sooner than I expected, Mr. Calloway's muscles started to tighten. His hand made a fist in my lover's hair. And then, when I was about to be disappointed that it was over too soon, my lover pulled his head back, letting the cock fall out of his mouth. Anger flashed briefly over Mr. Calloway's face, and then realization hit. He roughly grabbed my lover by his arm and pulled him to his feet. He pushed him over to the bed, grasped the back of his neck, and pushed his face down into the comforter. Next to the bed, on the table, sat the jar of coconut oil I had placed there earlier. The large man scooped some out and slathered it generously over my lover's gorgeous ass, slipping his fingers in as he did so. My view was now from the back, so not only could I clearly see each of their asses, but I got the best angle to watch Mr. Calloway slowly enter my lover. My lover grabbed at the bedding and moaned as his ass was filled with the large cock. He was held down on the bed, unable to move, as Mr. Calloway sat still, waiting for him to adjust to the size. Finally, he began to pump, slowly at first, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing it back in again. Soon, he was overcome by his own desires, and Mr. Calloway thrusted into my lover with more force. I downed a full glass of wine and leaned forward to watch. With each thrust, Mr. Calloway grunted, and my lover moaned, their voices combining to a harmonous bass rhythm. In time, the beat sped up, until they took on one continuous note. My lover's voice fluctuated up and down an octive depending on the position of the cock inside of him. My wine forgotten, I leaned forward in the chair to watch. My lover was hard, and I could tell from his cries that he enjoyed the experience. Mr. Calloway's thrusts became more frantic, and he went silent as he came within my lover. A towel lay on the end of the bed, and Mr. Calloway used it to wipe the oil from his skin. But he wasn't entirely without compassion. My lover lay face down on the bed, tired from the excursion, and Mr. Calloway used this opportunity to wipe him off with the towel as well. Meanwhile, I poured myself another glass of wine. I stood up, the glass in my hand, and took a sip. Although I'm short even in my stilletto heels, I felt tall. I was the one in control, at least for the moment. Mr. Calloway's shirt hung on a hanger on the bar inside the door, and I retrieved it for him. After he put his shoes on, sitting on the bed next to my lover who still lay face down, his head resting on his arms, I handed Mr. Calloway his shirt. He took it from me, then took me delicately in his arms, a different man from the rough one who had just handed my lover. "Thank you," I said. "My pleasure," he replied with a smile, then kissed me softly, a mixture of polite and passionate. My lover rolled over and sat up, watching the exchange. Mr. Calloway nodded to him, and left the room. I took another sip from my glass and turned to my lover. He stood, towering over me even though he was barefoot and I wore my heels, and the control of power shifted. "You've been a bad girl."
[ATTACH=CONFIG]29375[/ATTACH] We knew that he was coming so we had left the door unlocked for him to come in. My wife and I went to bed, naked of course. We wanted to start some foreplay just in between us, but decided to wait and relax as he had instructed us to do. We had some candles and background music playing in the bedroom. We were both laying with our stomach down, touching our hands. I felt drowsy and closed my eyes. I woke up when I felt a shadow coming into the bedroom. He had taken off all his clothes in the living room so he didn't have to make any noise undressing before getting into bed at our feet. He also had already picked up the flask with almond oil from the bathroom. I heard my wife moaning before I felt one of his hand touching my right foot. She loves foot massage. I never had one until now. I lift my head and look back. In the dimmed light I can see he is naked and sporting a semi hard on. He works with both hands switching between my wife's feet and mine. I see him pouring some oils on my wife's back and then he does the same on mine. He slides his body in the middle in between my wife and me while embracing both our backs. Then he gets on his knees and positions himself in between my wife's legs who had been forced to spread hers a little. He works now with both hands on my wife legs, ass and spine. I watch and smile. He is good, my wife can't stop the moaning feeling his strong hands working hard on her ass. He moves now up to her shoulder while leaning all his body over my wife's back. I can't see his hard cock but can imagine it touching my wife's pussy. He presses himself against her. This time she moans loudly. His cock and her pussy must have made some serious contact. He doesn't stop massaging her shoulders while kissing her neck. I watch mesmerized how his body moves up and down, his legs pushing apart my wife's legs. He is definitively inside her. She is now pushing up very slowly, her left hand grabs mine and squeezes it. I can't see her face buried in her pillow, but I can see the two bodies moving at the same pace up and down. He is now touching her ears and she moans even louder. Then he increases the speed and she follows. The dancing massage now focuses on her pussy, the tool is his hard cock. He goes now faster and my wife starts shaking, the prelude to her first orgasm of the night. He doesn't stop but moves even faster. My wife finally screams with pleasure, her body reacting profusely to the climatic sensation. Now he slows down, his dick still deep inside her. Then he stops and allows all his weight rest on her back while kissing her neck. After few minutes of absolute quietness and silence, he lifts himself off her. My wife also moves and turns around on her side looking at me. It's my turn now. He places himself exactly the same way he was before with my wife, kneeling in between my legs, his feet pushing slightly mine forcing me to spread my legs. He starts by putting more oil on my legs and my back. He pours a good amount of oil on my ass, much more than he used on my wife. Then he begings working up my legs. His hands are strong and my muscles can feel their pressure along my legs, first one, then the other. He moves his hands a little further up until they both grab my ass. He does some circling movement while pressing the muscles. Then both hands approach the middle and stretch out both sides of my ass exposing my anus where most of the oil had gone to after he had been massaging the surface of my ass. He moves a little closer and up my body. I can feel his belly on my ass and his hairy chest touching my back. His hands are now working on my upper arms and shoulders. I can feel his warm breath on my neck. I look at my wife for a second. She is smiling and still squeezing my hand. Then it happened, his hard cock touches my anus sending shivers all over my body. He continues massaging my shoulder and now he is softly kissing my neck. Very slowly he slides his body up my back and the pressure of his cock against my anus increases. He murmurs on my ear to relax my body, to let it happen. I'm afraid, I never had a cock before up my ass. But he gently pushes and I decide to let it in. His cock begins a very slow assault, pushing harder until his dick head stretches enough the whole to pop in. I feel the pain and bite the pillow. My wife is squeezing harder my hand. He asks if everything is ok, it's not, of course, it hurts, but at least he is not moving but waiting static until my ass can expand and accommodate this initial intrusion. At least it's well oiled and the lubricant helps when he slowly move up another half inch. The pain begins to recede and a weird pleasurable feeling take it's place. He slides in another inch and now it hurts like never before. His cock is poking some place inside me which wasn't ready. I manage to muffle a scream but he notices and retreats a little. He now leans completely on my back and embraces me with an arm around my chest and the other around my neck, his legs keeping mine apart. I can't move, I'm totally at his mercy. He pushes again this time more carefully and then I feel a shiver on intense pleasure. My prostate is now the focus of his treatment. He slowly increases the pace and even when it's still hurting the pleasure I feel from the prostatic massage is overwhelming. I have read that a man can ejaculate without touching his dick just by having his prostate massaged. But he is not willing to take the risk and moves his arm under my body to grab my soft cock. Now he coordinates his strokes, his cock inside my ass and his hand wrapped around my dick. I don't get hard, the distraction on the other side is too powerful, but he has not intension of leaving my cock in peace, on the opposite, he increases the speed of the strokes while synchronizing the movement of his dick against my prostate. Then I feel the build up and the release of load after load and the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced before. My body is all shaking. He presses harder my cock with his hand while the contractions inside my ass set his cock into an explosion of warm liquid filling in my anus, I can feel his orgasm with very inch of my body, his hand on my dick, his chest on my back, his cock in my ass, now I look at my wife and she is watching us with a mix of curiosity and excitement. I lift a little my head to look at him. He has stopped moving at all, his sweaty body resting entirely on mine. I feel his cook getting soft inside my ass, my wife gets closer and embrace both of us at once. We all finally smile and kiss together. 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Updated Aug 22, 2014 at 6:09 AM by Nakedfun3
His erection is back on. That's the signal for the second round to begin. We are still embracing together with him in the middle. My wife smiles at me with that special face expression that makes me shiver with anticipation. She grabs our heads together for a three way sensual kissing. She likes kissing both of us at once with our tongues interlacing together. I gently touch his balls and move my fingers up until they firmly frame his throbbing member and slowly begin to stroke it while he moans with pleasure. My own dick is pressed hard against his leg. His right hand moves to take mine and cup it together with my balls. His left hand is now on my wife's wetness in between her legs. The play is definitively on. I stand up and release from under the bed the restraining kit we had recently bought in the sex shop. We have already mentioned it to him and he said that he would love to try it. While my wife is still kissing him, I attach the Velcro straps to his ankles spreading his legs wide but in a comfortable angle. Next I tie up his wrists and finally place over his eyes the blindfold. He is now our private prisoner in bed, totally naked, exposed and unable to resist our advances. This is the ultimate trust, being tied up and blindfolded, placing his body at the mercy of a couple, a woman and a man, for both of us to do whatever we want to him. This is also our common fantasy, to share him as we do with a tasty main dish of a succulent buffet. My wife does the first move and mounts him straddling his face and placing his pussy right over his mouth. He can now smell the sweet essence of a woman in heat. I can see his cock pulsating against his stomach. I touch his feet, massaging his soles and toes while listening to my wife moaning, his warm tongue surely exploring her wet insides. I move in between his legs and without hesitation encircle the head of his cock with my lips and gently increase the pressure, with my tongue tasting a drop of saltiness on the tip. My wife looks backs and makes eye contact with me. We both smile with the certainty that we are ready to give him the pleasure he deserves. I move my lips down trying to accommodate his hardness within my mouth while cupping his balls in one hand and the other caressing his stomach. Now he is the one moaning loudly forming a synchronized chorus with my wife who is slowly moving her pelvis so that his tongue can reach the most sensitive parts inside her. His breathing gets faster. I slide my lips up and down his shaft stopping for seconds at the head to let my tongue play with a sensitive spot I discovered right under it. I feel the tension building up within my mouth. I slow down the pace and finally move my tongue down towards his shaved balls, taking one at the time in my mouth. Then I go even further down under his balls. I feel his legs shivering with pleasure when my tongue reaches the entrance to his back door. I can hear his muffled moaning, my wife's pussy blocking most of the sounds. My tongue works slowly it's way in wetting the entry channel and playing with the many nerves that exist on the walls. Next I place my index finger together with my tongue in position and gently push it inside while letting his muscles relax. I now let only my finger moves in and out very gently and his moans increases every time I touch the delicate membrane separating his prostate from the rectal channel. I continue massaging his male G-spot with my finger while I take back his hard dick in my mouth, my tongue sliding back and forth along his shaft. He can't talk, he can't said a thing, he is under our spell, a wet pussy blocking any sound from his mouth, a finger locked in his insides exploring and slowly driving him crazy. I increase the pace of my mouth working hard and consciously on his stiff and hot pole. Now I encircle the base with one hand and start stroking it faster with my mouth focusing on the upper part. I feel he can't hold it any longer. It's my decision to let him explode right now or wait. But my wife is the one who goes first with loud moans and shivers all over her body. I decide to not wait any longer and grab his wet dick with one hand and start to stroke it faster, my mouth buried in his tense balls and my finger feeling the contractions inside him. He explodes like a fountain of pleasure, my wife pressing harder against his mouth to muffle his wild screams. That moment seems to last forever. Once it becomes too sensitive for him, I gently let my finger out from him and place my warm mouth on his still throbbing member. I'm also ready to shoot my load. I'm kneeling in between his legs and I use my right hand to stroke mine while my left hand is resting flat on his stomach. The tip of my dick is brushing against his pulsating ass, the sensations are overwhelming, seeing my wife still saddled on his face and his dick deflating slowly inside my mouth. I can't last any longer and explode covering with my juices his balls and in between his legs. My wife moves out and falls at his right side. She gestures me to come to the other side. I do that and look at his face. His smile says everything I need to know. We both kiss him at once and his smile is now even broader. I remove the straps freeing his ankles and wrists from the attachments. My wife removes his blindfold, his eyes seeing us for the first time after the most intensive orgasm he confesses he ever had. He grabs each of us within his arms and the three of us embrace together forming an unscramble entangle with our naked bodies, legs and arms all over each other. This time nobody talks, we allow the silence to reign only bothered by the soft background music playing in my iPad on the night table.
He arrives impeccably dressed with a bottle of a vintage red wine and a nervous smile in his handsome face. I shake his hand and tell him to keep his shoes on because we are going to be in the patio, a secluded tree paradise that looks like an ancient stone ruin in the middle of a tropical jungle. My wife is already there waiting for us in her black sexy dress and with the glasses for the wine on the table. I take him downstairs and to the patio. My wife gets up and kisses him on the cheek. He hasn't changed his smile and grabs the seat we offer him in front of us. I open the bottle of wine and pour the red nectar into the glasses. He proposes a toast for a long lasting friendship. We had been exchanging emails for a while, explaining everything about how we envisioned a special friendship with us. At first he was concerned with the scenario of sex without gender boundaries since he had never touched another guy before. We recommended him to read our blog in the site. He read every word carefully and after some hesitation, which translated in few days without a response, he finally decided to give it a try. The conversation picks us very quickly. He explains that he is involved in a vanilla almost sexless relationship and that he decided to explore the lifestyle looking for what he can't get at home. He confesses that he had been with a couple of women from the site but that he wanted something more stable and safer, like a mature couple with a solid relationship and with no drama, meaning people like us. We tell him that we also have some experiences with a couple of good friends from the site, that we see then every so often and that we are looking to expand our circle of close friends since the ones we already have aren't available as much as we wished. He understands and likes the fact that we respect everybody's privacy and are not looking for a third in our marriage but just a plain good friend with whom we can relate and have a good time whenever the three of us could get together. After some good jokes and laughs we feel comfortable enough to invite him to our hottub which is in a corner of the patio surrounded by trees. I put some music for the ambiance, open the tub and we strip naked and jump in the warm water grabbing our glasses of wine with us. The chatting becomes more lively and sexually charged. I approach my wife and we start kissing while he watches politely, smiling all the time. I take his hand and slowly let it rest on my dick. He grabs it nervously but without hesitation. Then I do the same with my wife's hand and put it on his cock, she smiles and looks at him. I signal him to join in our embrace and then the magic happens. We are three bodies fused together. Hands run freely through each other bodies and we have a joint kiss for the first time. I place my hand in between my wife's legs and notice that she is getting wet and not because of the water. The time stops and we are in that special dimension where only the senses exist. The exploration under the water continues, everyone touching and kissing. After a while we are too hot for the tub and decide to go to the bedroom. We get out, grab some towels and go upstairs. My wife goes to the washroom and the two guys jump in bed together. He hugs me and places my head on his chest while our hands are caressing each other cocks. Then my wife reappears and gets in the middle and we form a perfect triangle, she is kissing me and he is kissing her neck, my right leg is on her and his left is on mine. We embrace harder, breathing even faster. I start licking my wife's breasts and now she is kissing him passionately while her hands is playing with my cock and his hand in between her legs making her moan as if it was no tomorrow. Next I move to the other side, behind him, pressing my chest against his back, kissing his neck and grabbing his cock with my left hand brushing it against my wife's pussy. The three are still in an embrace only with him now in the middle. It's his turn to get all the attention from both of us. He is on his back now. My wife is on one side kissing him and caressing his nipples. On the other side I go down on him, licking his shaved balls and his hard rock cock. He moans as I engulf his dick with my mouth while my wife is stroking mine and he is fingering her pussy. I alternate between licking my wife pussy around his finger and sucking him. Then my wife mounts him like a cowgirl and slides down until his pussy is pressing on his cock and I can lick the two together at once. I take a condom and put it his cock then I grab it and position it at the entrance to the wet heaven which is waiting for it. My wife slides down even more and his cock disappears entirely inside her. I then play with his balls and my wife starts a very slow ride while he is grabbing her breasts and she is caressing his chest. I now move and position myself on the opposite direction along his side so my feet are near his face and his big toe of his right leg is in my mouth. He brushes my feet with his lips and grabs my cock with his right hand hand, his left hand still playing with my wife's breast. My wife increases the tempo and we can only hear the moans of the three of us like in a perfect concert. My left hand is on his hand guiding him in the movement jerking off my cock. My right hand is caressing his balls. I'm the first to explode shooting my load over my stomach. He understands and slow down his strokes moving his fingers later to my empty balls, few seconds later my wife is screaming with pleasure and then he also gets his share of a fantastic orgasm. The three of us need a little rest. We lay down together, he is still,in the middle, both my wife and me under each arm pressed against his chest, all smiling happily while we are caressing his body with our hands. Slowly the conversation starts again and we laugh together. It's recovering time for getting ready for the next round and to discover the mysteries of this amazing sex only possible among the three of us.
Updated Aug 4, 2014 at 1:48 PM by Nakedfun3
I’m a 52 year old male, bi and I have some baggage. I went to Catholic School from the time I was 9 to 12 years old. A Priest who practiced the ultimate abuse of power abused me, like so many others. He said, “I’m testing you for Jesus.” The shithead never told the truth that he was a pedophile who got off on little boys. When I found out he was abusing my younger brother as well I finally told my parents. Incensed, they went to the Diocese. The next day the Priest was GONE. They transferred him away to another parish where he could continue his abuse and would not be found. My parents acted differently towards me from that time until they died. I don’t think the Priest made me bi, because as long as I can remember both women and men turned me on. When I would sneak looks at my Dad’s porno collection I remember fantasizing getting in bed with the couples and having sex with them both. The paradox for me is being male and bi in this society. Gay men I have met said things like, “He just hasn’t been with the right guy, yet.” No, that’s not it. Ladies I have dated have often left skid marks leaving when I told them I was bi (I’m sure AIDS paranoia had a little to do with that). My ex-wife was bi and I was fine with it, but she was NOT ok with my being bi She'd said my being bi was cool when we met and married but she acted jealous sometimes and the truth came out years later – my being Bi creeped her out. I should not have married a hypocrite, but hindsight is 20-20. Fast forward to now: I have finally embraced my bi side. I'm not looking to join anyone's family but I do want friendship, common bonds, laughter & conversation. If sex happens AWESOME... as long as the conversation & laughter can continue afterward. I'm straight-identified. I don't advertise my being Bi & I'm not out simply because I think that no one, other than those to whom I'm attracted & those who might be attracted to me, have the need or the right to know who I like to screw. I don't like the fact that it can matter to ANYONE ELSE & hence can affect my income or environment. That, in my view, is an egregious violation of my Constitutional right to privacy & therefore ILLEGAL!!! I'm not unattractive or disabled & I'm not a pervert. Yes, perversions are subjective, but I try to be GGG (Good, Giving & Game- I thank you again Dan Savage) as in, I'll be open & honest about my kinks, not demanding of my partner(s) & if it turns them on I'll consider it, within reason. At this point in my life I am set in some ways & know the things I like; but I am always open to suggestion & safe exploration. The only 4 NO's I have that are written in stone: NO Injury/blood NO Scat NO Animals (other than human) NO Children/Underage Everything else is negotiable. LOL Here it is… I love sex. I love sex with women. I love sex with men. I love sex with BiM/F couples most of all. On the Kinsey scale I am a 3.5 (slightly more straight than gay). Until God makes a cock that smells and tastes like good clean pussy, I’ll never be totally gay. The ultimate relationship for me would be in a triad with another bi male and a GGG female who might be a bit dominant. What are my chances of finding that, at 52? Slim to none. I'm ok with that. In the "Ocean of Life" I'm not fighting the waves. I'm surfing them.
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