Rita and Paul, a young married couple take a walk on the bi side. All the characters in this story are fictional and are portrayed as over the age of 18. I express appreciation to my Editor, Nercited.
Paul is 26-years-old now and has been married to Rita for five years. She was 27-years-old when they married. He was a virgin at the time; not for lack of interest, but he was painfully shy as a teenager. In many ways, she is the opposite of him. Rita is fearless and outgoing, where he is hesitant and introverted. She is wild and adventuresome in bed. He keeps up with a willingness to try anything she suggests. Rita is curious and free, which has resulted in a lot of exploration in life and sex. Everything he learned about sex, he learned from Rita.
They have been working their way through the Kama Sutra positions. One evening they were trying 'The Clamshell.' It allows for really deep penetration, while face to face. Paul was pumping furiously, when Rita spoke.
"Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be fucked by a man?"
Pausing, he said, "Huh?"
Rita replied, "When I peg you with my strap-on, you like it. Don't you?"
Paul tries to be completely honest when Rita asks a question. She always seems to have his best interest in mind and besides she can tell when he's lying. "Uh, yes, you know I do."
"So, have you ever thought about how it would feel with a real cock, instead of a latex one?"
"Sometimes when you're pegging me I do. But I haven't thought about it much when I'm not aroused. You told me fantasy was normal and any thought that turns me on is OK."
Rita smiled. "Sometimes when you go down on me, I fantasize you're a woman, eating me out."
He smiled back. "And I've pretended you're a man swallowing my cock."
"Learned my lessons well, you have, my Padawan," she replied in her Yoda voice.
He gave her a toothy grin and resumed pounding away, burying his hot rod deep inside her joy hole. He came with her, which is always her preference. She unfolded herself and he collapsed on the bed.
She rolled over on top of Paul, kissing him deeply with her tongue. He cupped her ass cheeks, while they tongue wrestled. After a few minutes, she rolled off and turned her back to him.
She whispered, "Spoon me and when you get hard, slip it in and let's go to sleep like that."
It took a few minutes to get his rock back. Then he slowly slipped it in and gently rocked them both to sleep.
Paul awoke to the smell of Saturday morning bacon. He sprang out of bed. After he took a leak, he walked naked into the kitchen. Lovely Rita, naked with the exception of an apron, was fishing the crisp bacon out and laying it on paper towels. Paul started mixing the pancake batter. When he took over the spot at the stove to cook them, she stood behind him, and fondled his ass.
"Make it hard for me," she said softly in his ear. She wasn't talking about breakfast. He stepped back a little and allowed her to stroke his ever-enlarging boner. When he slid the spatula under the last flapjack, she knelt and sucked his now hard cock. He came quickly because it was so erotic to feel her hands on his butt, pulling him deeply into her waiting mouth. She swallowed it all and licked him clean before they sat down to eat.
Looking at him over her cup of coffee, Rita said, "I dreamed last night that I was watching you get fucked by a guy. You started laughing and it cracked me up. I woke up with a smile on my face. I got you hard again and slipped it back in. You never woke up."
He smiled. He had awakened, but pretended to sleep. She had humped back against him until she came. Then drifted back off to sleep. "I thought that was a dream... a very pleasant and erotic dream," he said.
They enjoyed talking and slowly finishing their breakfast on Saturday. Rita often talked about sex, fantasy, and new ideas she had about their love life. She turned the conversation back to last night's topic.
"So what are your thoughts on sucking a man's cock; or being fucked by him; or both?"
Paul never tried to be glib with some smart-ass come back. He had learned to take all of her questions seriously. He wasn't afraid of her. He just knew whatever she asked, she was genuinely interested. "I have thought about it and am curious. Sometimes I find myself looking at the guy's cock in a porn video and wondering what it would be like. I do love when you peg me. The feeling on my prostate is unimaginably stimulating. You know I enjoy it because of the amount of cum I shoot."
Rita nodded in agreement. "Some of your biggest cumshots for sure, but when I edge you for an hour or so, you shoot more," she grinned wickedly.
"The agony and ecstasy you can create! You mentioned fantasizing about a woman going down on you. Is that something you would like to try?"
Rita nodded again. "I think so. But let's get you 'done' first."
"I'm a little nervous about it, but willing to let it happen, if it's something you want to do."
She smiled. "I do want to watch and participate. I'll be right there with you."
Paul felt his cock hardening, so he stood up to Rita's delight. "That's my boy, let's go upstairs and fuck around for a few hours."
Seven days and twelve hours after that discussion, the doorbell rang.
"Paul would you let him in. I'll be right down."
He skipped down the stairs and opened the door. A man in his late twenties introduced himself as 'Rory.' He was in Paul's mind an Adonis, tall, very handsome, and fit. Paul was shaken out of his 'deer in the headlights' pose when Rory offered his hand.
"Uh, hi, I'm Paul. Please come in," Paul stammered.
Fortunately, he was rescued by Rita coming down the stairs. "Hello Rory, it's nice to meet you in person. My god! You are a handsome devil. I can't wait to see you naked!"
Paul blushed.
Rory smiled. "First I gotta tease you with some dancing. Where should I set up?"
"We'll sit on the sofa. Paul, pull the coffee table out of the way."
Rita was wearing a light cotton dress with no underwear. Following her instructions, Paul had on a t-shirt and loose gym shorts. Like Rita, he was sans underwear. Rory wore a white polo shirt, canvas boat shoes, and faded jeans. He had a small boom box, which he placed on the out-of-the-way coffee table. When Rita and Paul were seated, he cued 'Pony' from the soundtrack of Magic Mike.
Rory pulled off his shirt and displayed a highly chiseled upper body. Moving to the music, he suggestively approached the couch, loosened his belt and turned. Facing away, he lowered his jeans to expose his bikini briefs. His glutes moved in concert with the pounding beat. Pulling his jeans back up, he danced away and gracefully removed his shoes. He moved seductively around in front of the couch, performing for his small audience. At times he moved provocatively, dancing with energy. Other times he simply stood, touching his body, and swaying to the music.
Stroking his stomach, his hands moved lower and grasped his junk. Humping and rocking, he played with himself through the jeans. He moved closer, turned away again, and allowed the jeans to fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and tossed them aside. Still facing away, he danced enticingly and played with his butt. With his hands covering his junk, he turned back around to face the couch. He moved his hands over his cock for a bit and then put his arms over his head. This exposed an enormous, hard cock, straining against the briefs. He continued to dance erotically until the song neared the end.