Bi Threesomes

Bi Threesomes

by Bigby Stories (bigbystories@hotmail.com)

A married woman spends the night with another couple; then invites her husband for a threesome. (MMF, intr, wife, swing)

I sure do appreciate getting some mail back.

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If you met my wife, you would think she was a sweet and docile little housewife.

Sweet; yes. Little; obviously. Housewife? Certainly. Docile? Not with me.

She’s blond, blue-eyed, and Danish. Things weren’t too bad when we lived in the countryside in Connecticut, but when we moved down to Washington D.C. she seemed to change.

Suddenly, he had a social life; she met friends of her own, we went to dinners, we entertained at our house.

Gertrude is a bright, personable woman. She engaged with everyone, she listened to them, everyone loved her; it made me proud to be her husband. I was glad that we had moved, she had been suffocating in that big empty house.

We were at a dinner party for the birthday of a friend of mine from work.

There was good food, good cheer, and a liberal amount of champagne.

Somebody put some music on.

“Come on, dance with me.” Gertrude said to me.

“I don’t want to.” I answered her; no one else was dancing, I didn’t want to embarrass myself.

So my foreign wife danced by herself, in the midst of the small crowd in the living room. There was only about six of us, but Gertrude seemed to be the only one uninhibited enough to let herself move with the music.

Our hostess, Celine began to dance is well. I couldn’t tear my eyes away; they were both so lovely, and there’s something very sexy about a dancing woman.

They faced each other, swaying slowly and gracefully, careful not to spill their wine glasses. The rest of us spoke together as before, but all of our eyes watched the women in the middle of the room.

Gertrude grinned at me, and turned her attention back to her new friend. They danced a little closer; within a foot of each other. They began to match each other’s movements; it was wonderful, spontaneous, and sexy.

The recording ended, and everyone sat down. The evening got late, people began to go home. Finally, it was just the four of us.

As we stood to leave, I shook hands with my host and hostess. Gertrude, in the European fashion, kissed them.

But as she embraced Celine, she lost her balance slightly, and they stumbled together, laughing. There had been some champagne consumed, remember. And then Gertrude kissed Celine again; on the mouth.

I just stared, looking forward to getting Gertrude back home and into bed.

Then she kissed Tom, taking his big head in her small pale hands, she unabashedly kissed him on the lips. Well, it was his birthday. She looked tiny in his embrace, his hands massive on the small of her back.

My little wife broke away from my colleague; “Oh, I forgot my purse.” She said, and went back into the living room, followed by Celine. Tom said something about the weather as we waited for them to come back.

“Darling,” Gertrude said, “I’ll be staying here tonight. You go on home.”

I stared at her speechlessly.

“Go on, it’s Tom birthday, and we didn’t bring them anything so I’ll stay here tonight. Go on home Morgan.”

I looked at Tom, he was staring at my wife has shocked as I was. I looked at Celine; she looked back at me with a grin. I didn’t know she was grinning for me or at me.

And then I was headed for our car, alone. The door closed behind me with a click like thunder.

**

We had been spicing up our sex life with stories of infidelity; I particularly loved Gertrude’s stories of fantasy affairs with black men. Now she had decided to really do it.

I lay in my bed, alone; unable to sleep, thinking of my wife with my friends.

Celine and Tom were a young African-American couple, in their late twenties. Both of them were good looking. Tom was big and strong. Celine only slightly shorter, with long legs and slim hips.

I thought of my wife, my petite blond lady, sucking Tom’s black cock; it drove me nuts. It was a long dark lonely night for me.

**

Gertrude came breezing in late the next morning as I was having breakfast in the kitchen.

“Good morning, darling! Did you sleep well?”

“No. what about you?”

“Oh, you know what I’m like; after a few drinks and some good sex, I sleep like a log. Celine said I snored.”

I sat silently fuming.

Gertrude laughed, and tousled my hair; “Don’t be like that! It’s what you wanted.”

“What do you mean?”

“You wanted me to have another affair, with a black man. And now I have!

It really was nice, would you like to hear about it?”

“No.” I lied.

“If you didn’t want me to stay, you should have said so last night.” She told me. “Anyway, I really like Celine and Tom, and I’m glad I did.”

She poured herself coffee, and sat down calmly. There was silence.

“All right.” I finally said. I can’t bear it when Gertrude is angry with me.

“All right, what?”

“Tell me about it.”

**

“I asked Celine if she would like me to stay, when we were in the living room just before you left. We had all had a little bit too much to drink, you know. I was very excited by the idea, and I told her it would be a great birthday present for Tom.

“After you left, no one seemed to really know what to do at first. So I put the music on again, softly because it was late, and Celine I danced while Tom watched. It was incredibly fun; Celine is so pretty, don’t you think? We held onto each other, and we kissed. I knew that Tom would find that very exciting. Then we took our clothes off, like a strip show. So we were naked.

We danced some more, and we hugged and kissed each other. You should have seen it, Morgan! Celine has such a lovely figure, and her skin is so smooth. I kissed her breasts, and she held me close against herself.

I looked over at Tom, and I smiled. He got the message, and he took his clothes off. He’s a very handsome man, Morgan. And very… very handsome.

“We went to the bedroom after that. It was fantastic, just fantastic. I never even knew that I would like it like that, with another woman, I mean. Tom did us both proud, he did me first, and then Celine.

“What do you think of that, Morgan? Do you think you could please two women? It takes a special man.

“We all slept after that, and in the morning we showered together, and then Tom did it with me again. He has a lot of strength, you know. I have to tell you, I was really impressed.”

Like the other stories Gertrude had told me, the tale made me hot for her. The fact that this time the story was true just made it more intense. I stood and went to her; I took her face in my hands, and bent to kiss her. I needed to make love with her, I needed to show her that I could do it too. I needed to take her back.

“You are very sweet, darling; but I’m not in the mood anymore. I only just gotten back!”

She reached for my crotch, and laughed as she massaged my hard cock through my trousers. “We’ll do it later.” She promised.

**

But we didn’t somehow; not for a day or two. Then as we were going to bed, Gertrude started to fill in some of the graphic details;

“Tom has a beautiful cock. And it’s big, too. I sucked on it, it was just beautiful, how it felt in my mouth.”

My wife hand slid over my body, finding my own pale penis stiffening under the covers.

“It’s fantastic feeling, Morgan. Sucking a man; I always feel as if I know someone after I’ve done that. Like I know something extra, I’ve tasted him, not just seen and heard him.”

She pulled the cover aside, and moved her face close to where her hand was gently massaging my organ.

“But what I never knew before, is that it’s just the same between women.”

Her pretty face engulfed my cock, causing me to stiffen from the rush of hot wet ecstasy. Her laughing eyes stared up at me. Her pretty lips freed themselves for a moment.

“I licked Celine, too. What you think of that, Morgan? I licked her clit. Her long brown thighs were around my head. It was nice. And then she licked me back, before Tom put his dick in me. His big, black, dick, darling.”

I rolled her over after that, and gave her what she wanted. What we both wanted.

Afterwards, as we lay together satiated, she stroked my chest and spoke again.

“You like that little bisexual thing, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Me too. Would you like to try it? It’s so much fun.”

“Well. sure.” I answered, the thought of evening out the score with the beautiful Celine had a lot of appeal.

“That’s good, honey. Because we have a date for tomorrow night. Tom agreed it’s only fair.”

**

I have to admit, I was as nervous as I was excited; making love with two women was a definite fantasy of mine [of most men, I guess], but it was also quite daunting; was I man enough? What if I blew my load, and couldn’t get it up again? What if I made a fool of myself? I showered and shaved, and dressed myself carefully.

“Are you ready, darling? Our beautiful black lover will be here any minute!” Gertrude called out.

The doorbell rang, and Gertrude answered it; “Darling, you look fantastic!”

I heard her say, “Give me a kiss.”

I went downstairs to meet our guest; but it wasn’t Celine. It was Tom.

“Oh there you are, Morgan. Don’t just stand there like a shot duck, get us some wine.”

“Hi Morgan.”

“Hi Tom.”

My head was spinning; wine was the last thing I needed. I tried to think; hadn’t she said it was Celine? No, she had only ever said it was my turn, have a threesome, beautiful black lover.

Gertrude was sitting with Tom on the couch; she was wearing her very skimpiest black cocktail dress. Her smooth white legs were leaning against his trouser leg, as if trying to find a way in. Her hand was on his shoulder, and her eyes were all over him.

“Thanks, Morgan.” Tom said as I gave him his wine.

“You’re welcome.” I replied automatically.

“You look a little uptight.” He observed.

“So do you.” I answered.

He laughed; “You’re right. Maybe I should go.”

“No one’s going anywhere!” Gertrude snapped, grabbing Tom’s cock through his trousers. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week, and now.”

She was fighting with Tom’s belt buckle and trousers; there wasn’t much resistance. Her little hand disappeared down bellow, and came back with the stiff black organ triumphantly. She looked up at me, the excitement shinning from her big blue eyes.

“I want this, Morgan. Do you understand?”

“Yes, dear.” I mumbled.

“And you will be part of it.”

“Yes, dear.” I repeated.

“Do you have a problem with that, Tom?” she demanded of our guest.

“Well, uh, no.” he stammered.

“Good.” She said, and kissed him, one hand behind his neck while the other maintained its hold on his dick, as if just to make sure he didn’t try to sneak away.

“Take your clothes off, Tom.” She instructed. “You aren’t shy, are you? You didn’t mind last time, did you? Come on, tiger; let’s get you naked. Turn the heating up a little, Morgan. Then you get undressed, as well.”

By the time I had done as she’d told me, she was on her knees in front of Tom, his black cock stiffening in her pretty mouth, her blond curls bouncing up and down on his lap.

“Oh, man! That feels good.” He said, I’m not sure who to.

“Morgan, sit next to Tom. Closer, darling, we’re all friends here. This is what I want! Two hard cocks.” she sucked me, with an enthusiasm I’d forgotten she once had; she moved her mouth back to Tom’s organ. I felt uncomfortable, Tom’s naked thigh was leaning against mine. His body was warm compared to the cold air in the room.

She let go of my cock, and took my hand. She pulled; insistently, she pulled it towards where her mouth was pleasuring him.

She looked up at me, her expression informing me as to the futility of dissent. I allowed her to pull my hand to the penis of the other man. Gently, her little hand closed my fingers around his warm wet shaft; it was big and strong, like the rest of him. It was pulsing with life, potency, and energy.

Gertrude held my compromised hand in both of hers, pulling it up and down the long dark pole, following her own mouth. She lifted her head up to grin at me, still making me masturbate her black lover.

Oh god; it excited me. I tried to deny it, but I couldn’t. I was holding another man by the dick, I was playing with his hard cock, and it excited me! And then. then his big black hand reached over. my white penis was stiff, quivering as it waited. The dark fingers closed around me, grabbing my manhood in a hot hard grip. I couldn’t look at him, I didn’t want to make eye contact; that would be too much for me. I looked at his cock in my hand, the purple head expanding when I squeezed it.

Gertrude was still dressed [if only barely], and she sat down on Tom’s other side. She took his face in her hands, and began to kiss him again.

I didn’t know what to do; I was confused. So I just kept pulling his stiff cock, and he kept pulling mine while kissing my wife.

“Let’s move it to the bedroom, boys.” Gertrude said; she got up and sashayed into the other room. Tom and I released our grips on each other and followed.

Tom hopped onto my bed while my wife stripped off her excuse of a dress; naked, she climbed in after him. Her fingers traced over his lean dark torso, and toyed with his still stiff penis, before cradling his balls comfortably.

“Darling,” Gertrude said, looking over at me, “get into bed.”

I did; there was no room on Gertrude’s side, so I was on the other side of Tom from her. She looked at me, then looked down at the big black penis in her hand; she looked up at me again, and raised her eyebrows. Reluctantly, I reached out and took it from her. I played with it, and tickled his balls with my other hand.

It was a strange feeling; the conflicting emotions as I did Gertrude’s bidding. I can’t pretend it wasn’t exciting me, but at the same time I felt revulsion.

My wife’s pale thigh settled across Tom’s thick black one, next to where my hands were touching his genitalia. A strong black hand began to caress her small white ass.

“Darling,” she said to me, “suck Tom’s cock.”

“What? But…”

“Morgan! Don’t ruin it. You said you were into a little bisexual trip, didn’ t you?”

“But I thought you were talking about you and Celine.”

“What’s the difference? You wanted to see me do it with Celine, and I want to see you do it to Tom. NOW, Morgan.”

“But I’m not gay, Gertrude!”

“No one said you were, sweetheart. No one said I was gay, but you and Tom enjoyed it when I was making out with Celine, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Now I want to see something, too. Do it for me, baby; you’re not afraid are you?”

“Why should I be afraid?”

“Well, if some part of you really wanted to do it, then I could imagine that the feeling might scare you. But if you’re straight, then you shouldn’t really care, so you could just do it for me. Go on, darling; it won’t hurt, just do it.”

I looked at her; I looked at the cock in my hand. It smiled at me, begging me to. It was already in my hand, it wasn’t such a big step, really. My mouth was watering, at least a part of me wanted to try it, wanted to know what it was like to feel a cock in my mouth; and it was such a lovely cock, too. I might never have another chance like this, never in my life, I realized. A chance to test myself, to taste cock while my wife was there to take over if need be.

“Do it darling.” She coaxed , “Do it for me. Please?”

I bent down; hesitantly, I touched the dark tip with my lips briefly; there was no thunder, there was no sudden urge to wear pink and walk funny. Everything was just the same.

“Suck it, Morgan. I want to see you suck it.” Gertrude said insistently.

I looked up at her; she lay against Tom’s shoulder, his hand around her body. Her face was set; I knew she wouldn’t give in. I lowered my face down again, down down to where the sturdy dark penis was waiting.

“Open wide.” Gertrude said from above, “Wider, honey.”

I felt a hand on the back of my head, insistently pushing me lower. The cock pulsed in my hand, begging me to do it.

I opened my mouth, dropped my head, and it was in.

And it was ok; I wasn’t bothered by it much. I realized Gertrude was right, there was nothing to fear; it was even kind of pleasant. The idea of pleasuring a woman was acceptable, so why shouldn’t it be acceptable to pleasure a man? I looked up to see my wife staring at me with utter fascination, her arms around our new friend’s neck. Her hips were slowly gyrating, grinding her clit against his hipbone nearby. Tom had his eyes closed, but his chest was heaving visibly. Gertrude turned away from me to kiss his mouth.

It was slightly salty; musty. It was real, so incredibly vital and real.

Deeper it went, deeper; I suddenly wanted more, I wanted it all!

I sucked it, I licked its length up and down, and sucked it again. I bobbed my head up and down over it, feeling the knob sliding over my tongue and against my throat. I gripped it with my lips, I scratched his balls lightly.

Somewhere, I was aware that I was making a fool of myself; I knew this guy, I worked in the same office. I could be jeopardizing everything.

But I didn’t want to stop, it was too unique a feeling, so new, raw, nasty and good to suck that cock!

I was aware of Gertrude changing her position; she straddled Tom’s head, and lowered her crotch down to his mouth, facing me. I watched her watching me; watching me suck cock as I watched her move her hips over the other man’s mouth.

She smiled at me slyly, the pleasure and excitement of it all clearly written across her pretty face. Her hips gyrated over his mouth; I could see his chin moving under her blonde bush as he strove to please her, but I couldn’t see any more of his face.

She licked her lips, her mouth hanging open in absent minded awareness of her own delight, the way porn actresses try to fake.

This was her fault; me becoming a cocksucker. It was Gertrude’s idea, and for Gertrude’s pleasure that the smooth hot sausage was living between my lips, pulsing in my mouth like a queer bomb, ready to blow my self perception to bits.

So then, I thought; if I’m going to do it, then do it. I looked into her half closed blue eyes, and slowly ran my tongue up the dark shaft; around the tip, and down the other side. Working less to pleasure him now, than to put on a show for her.

The show was submission; it was about Gertrude’s dominance of me. I was sucking cock, the cock of my friend, her black lover; at her instruction, for her pleasure. I was like a dog at her feet, willing to accept anything for her approval.

And she did approve; I saw her jaw tighten, and her hands clench her lover’s wrists, holding his roaming hands still on her pert white breasts; she climaxed as I sucked his dick, pushing it as deep as I could, only regretting my inability to suck it all the way down my throat.

Realizing he was going to come if I didn’t stop, I released him; it plopped against his flat stomach, pulsing with visible urgency.

I would have gone all the way; I would have let him come in my mouth, I would have gloried in the ultimate humiliation; but it was just too soon.

I got up to kiss her; my cock slid across his on the way. It wasn’t completely intentional, but I did nothing to avoid it, either. I took Gertrude’s face in my hands and kissed her gently with my compromised mouth. I felt hands on my cock and balls; hers were around my body, the hands on my privates were not Gertrude’s.

She moved back, off of his face; she pulled me with her, silently but insistently bringing my hard cock towards the mouth that she had just vacated.

“Oh shit. I didn’t think I’m ready for this.” We heard him say.

“Now Tom, you liked it when I made Morgan do it to you, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah, but.”

“And didn’t Celine say you were mine for the evening, to use as I liked?”

“Well, I didn’t think she meant.”

“Well I won’t tell her if you won’t, darling. Now I want to see you suck Morgan’s cock. Go on, don’t be shy. We’re all friends here, we won’t will tell anyone.”

Gertrude was wearing that sly smile again as she took my cock in her hand, and pulled it [and the rest of me] towards Tom’s helpless mouth.

It was hard to believe it even though I was watching it happen with my own eyes; my stiff pale cock was disappearing between his thick black lips, the lips that had just been kissing Gertrude.

I twisted around, to see my wife grinning wickedly at me as she squatted over Tom’s big black cock; she was holding it upright, against her groin. Her body slowly descended, moving slightly forward and back as it slid inside her.

She bounced up and down a few times, enjoying herself. I almost had to come; watching that black cock slide in and out of my wife while getting a blowjob, even though it was from a man, was almost too much.

“Turn around, Morgan” she told me.

I pulled my cock from Tom’s hot mouth, and Gertrude guided me with her hands to where she wanted me to be; on my side with my ass by Tom’s face, so she could suck me and fuck him at the same time.

Tom started to suck my balls; and that was too much, much too much for me. The mother of all ejaculations has started, I remember thinking, as contraction after contraction pumped my fluid into Gertrude’s throat.

My ammunition was completely depleted after that, and soon my cock softened; I pulled away from them, a spent force. Tom rolled my willing wife over, and began to give it to her hard and straight; she clutched him tightly, so small and vulnerable looking below him, as his powerful dark shaft miraculously disappeared into her again and again, somehow finding welcome accommodation within her tiny white frame.

She came; once, twice, three times. I felt jealous; I couldn’t come three times.

“Stop, Tom! She said suddenly, “What do you want to do to me? Roll over, baby.”

And she was on top again; she lifted herself up, so Tom’s cock was slowly withdrawn from her. She looked at me, then at it, then at me again. She held the base in her hand.

“You know what I want, Morgan.” She said to me.

She was right; I knew. I crawled forward, and bent forward to suck it again.

I felt somehow more humiliated this time; he had proved himself the better man. He had held his load through everything, he had been the one to give it to Gertrude in style. Now I was servicing him, licking his superior cock clean.

The big shaft was hot in my mouth, close to the edge; I could feel the tension in his body, even before I felt the black balls in my hand contract in preparation for his inevitable explosion.

It was a privilege I realized; something to be thankful for. He blessed me with his hot gooey load, the load he hadn’t spent on Gertrude. He had kept it for me, and it rushed into my waiting mouth like a 747 coming in to land. It filled me with horror and satisfaction in equal measure. Swallow, I thought; that’s what I have to do. That’s the point of it all, to absorb the gift he had seen fit to trust me with; swallow.

I felt a sudden nausea as it went down, and for a moment I thought I wouldn’ t be able to hold it; but then it passed, and I was ok.

I opened my eyes, to see my wife’s sweet face resting on the dark flat muscular stomach, her eyes watching me as the cock in my mouth began to shrink.

She smiled; “Life has just gotten much less boring, don’t you think?” she said.

**

Since then, Gertrude and Celine have arranged several more threesomes, but never a four way session.

I was with Tom and Celine, and she was as excited as Gertrude when I sucked Tom’s dick. I couldn’t make her come three times, like Tom keeps doing with Gertrude, but I did make her come once; she’s such a lovely woman, it made me feel so good about myself.

And Gertrude loves to spend nights with the two of them, but she won’t agree to me with her and Celine. She says I would make a fool of myself, since there’s no way I could ever please two women together. Instead, she says I should think about things like shaving all my body hair and trying to find some women’s clothes and shoes that will fit me.

Bigby, 2002

More Bigby stories at; http://www.asstr.org/~Bigby/Index.htm and; ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Bigby/ in plain text. I sure do appreciate getting some mail back; bigbystories@hotmail.com

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