After my first marriage failed in utter disaster, primarily due to the betrayal and deception of my first wife, I ended up marrying the woman who I affectionately still call my rebound wife. She was my second wife. And she was also bisexual, which I happen to think is very sexy.
She was actually the one who busted out my first wife's deception because she was sick of seeing her take advantage of my love, generosity and trust. She mentioned being bisexual before we got married. And I was very clear with her that this was not a problem at all for me.
But it wasn't until after we had been married a short while that she and I discussed her fantasy to find a man who would allow her to occasionally taste a woman's pussy.
I said, "Well, congratulations. You've found him. It doesn't bother me at all." So, she started slowly inviting women into our bed. It was sporadic at first. Eventually it became quite a regular fixture in our sex life.
Most of these ladies were more interested in her oral attention. Of course, this was fine with me. Jenna insisted on my involvement so that I never felt like I was being cheated on like my first wife had done. In cases where her hook up was just not into guys at all, I would just watch. Jenna never left me out even if everything that I enjoyed she had to provide herself, personally.
But, most of her friends were either bisexual also or lesbian, but still curious about giving a guy a little opportunity to show them that not all guys are idiots or assholes. Most seemed happy to allow at least manual or oral stimulation of their nipples. And often their willingness extended all the way to full insertion. A few would let me do to them whatever didn't aggravate Jenna's slightly overactive sense of jealousy.
Jenna even specifically asked me on a few occasions if I wanted any particular 'friend' to suck my cock for comparison to her skills. I think she just wanted to affirm that she is what I coined her after my first blow job from Jenna, Greatest Cock Sucker on Earth. I usually responded, "Well, if any of your friends want to suck my cock because they've never tried or they want to give a cock another taste, and you don't mind. Then I'm okay with it. I won't refuse any woman's mouth on my cock unless it's going to force you to murder them with your bare hands."
She replies, "Honestly baby, I'd rather just be the one who sucks your cock. I'm the only one who deserves to anyway." She flashes a wicked, maniacal and wholly deserved grin. Jenna was a fantastic cock sucker. I believe she has a clitoris in the back of her throat. She likes sucking sock so much that she would just tell me to drop my trouser in mid stride and hit her knees and suck me off right in the middle of the house.
Jenna is beautiful and splendid. She is a full figured, curvaceous example of what women wanted to look like in the 17th and 18th Centuries. She is a statuesque, tall, five foot and ten inches. There is no lacking in places a man might want to touch her. Every inch of Jenna is kissable, needful of a good spank and photogenic. Think of statues depicting women of that era like Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of Love. That was Jenna's figure. If you like big, full, curvy bottoms and luscious, magnificent breasts, Jenna is your type. She could hypnotize you as she rode out her orgasm like a cowgirl. Atop your hips she'd be bucking hers with you locked inside. Her juicy wet canal was all you'd ever need.
Jenna is also a raven haired, fetching Italian Goddess with natural olive skin. She tans so evenly during the first week of spring that you'll think she was carved from brown granite and Zeus himself breathed life into her mouth. You could easily imagine getting shipwrecked in the Mediterranean Sea, swimming and clawing your way onto the shore of some uncharted Italian isle and sputtering out a lungful of salty brine, only to look up and find Jenna staring at you like the universe just gave her a husband. She'd be crushing olives or grapes in a half open barrel with her bare feet, breasts heaving to and fro beneath a loose fitting gossamer thin white tunic. But my goodness if she thought another woman was angling to take her man, watch out. She could be deadly jealous.
The only time I recall Jenna's jealousy rearing its dangerous, little head was one time with a friend of hers named Stacy. Now this girl is adorable. That was probably part of the issue.
She was very petite, maybe around four foot and nine inches. She had tiny breasts, 32A I'd guess. And her waist, you could encircle with two hands and still make your fingertips touch. Her feet were impossibly small. Her head was proportionally small, too. But oddly, her little mouth was even too small for her tiny head and face. If she made the largest "O" she could manage, it seemed like you couldn't even fit a grown man's thumb inside.
On this particular bisexual exploration, Stacy had started on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat. Jenna's mouth was already busy hungrily devouring her ever moistening labia and clitoris. This was usually the first place and last place, Jenna was found during these encounters. And in between Jenna might suck on or fondling her friend's breasts and nipples, kissing them on their mouth with their faces cupped in her hands or possiblly spend a little time reminding me that she appreciates me sharing these moments with her.
This was, after all, her goal. We did these threesomes because she wanted to taste a woman's sex, smell her musk, and make a woman cum in her mouth. But she also loved me watching her do it. These were all the same reasons I loved to devour her pussy myself. So, she really didn't need her buddies to do much for her at all besides hold still and cum.
I'll admit though, I wasn't shy about cunnilingus. Maybe a bit inexperienced, sure. But usually Jenna was vocal enough that if I wasn't doing it right, I'd notice. And I'd ask her straight out, "Honey, I'm doing it wrong, aren't I? Why not just tell me?"
"Yes, you're doing fine. But, not that great. I hate to say anything. You might stop doing it at all. And, I feel bad like I'm telling you you're not a good lover. But you are, I love the way you fuck me and touch me," she apologizes with a string of compliments.
I had been teaching myself to deliver a nice, corrective husband's love pat on her ass when she failed to tell me. I'd recently discovered that she like to be corrected gently, but firmly enough that she remembered for at least the next day. My palms usually left a lingering redness vaguely reminiscent of a man's hand print. It wasn't any sort of real Sadism. Just a playful reminder that I liked to be instructed.
Now, Stacy was supposed to be a fully confirmed, authentic, lesbian. She had said she did not like cock, men, or anything heterosexual. But, Stacy was looking right at me. I was up on my knees as Jenna worked on Stacy's clitoris. Stacey smiled at me and said quietly, "That's a nice looking cock, Jack." Then she just reached down and wrapped her fingers around my shaft like she owned that member. It was quite flush.
Stacy is a pretty little slut. I'm sure she felt my heartbeat. She began to gently pulled me over toward her. Then, she guided me right into her mouth with her hand. When she began sucking it a bit tentatively, I noticed she was only on my cock's head, sucking hard like.
