As I explained in my previous submissions, the stories that I post are a true account. If you repulsed by bisexuality please do not read any further.
We are a married black South African couple. I'm in my mid-forties and my wife is in her mid-thirties. We're both in good shape and enjoy our sex life. Since the first day me and my now wife met, we agreed that most couples tend to make each other believe that they are angels in each other's faces but once an opportunity arise the devil of lust raises his head and the majority of them are unable to decline the temptation to deal with the itch between their legs, hence the raising femicide cases and high divorce rates. It is for this reason that we decided to be a different couple. My biggest argument however has always been that I don't want to get a heart-attack once I realize that the woman that I thought was an angel is actually getting nailed behind my back. Since we have been together, I have watched her getting fucked all night by my best friend many times and she has had her fair share of watching me in action with other women. What I didn't know though was that I had a bit of a bi side. I know that many trolls will want to reason otherwise but that's just the truth.
Two weekends ago on a Sunday afternoon, I called a Zimbabwean friend of mine who stays in Hammanskraal, north of Pretoria to come for a visit. South Africans are known to be very xenophobic towards foreign nationals, but I embrace them as I have a different take in relation to black on black violence. Anyway, that's a different topic.
Eddie, called me around five in the afternoon and told me that he is around our area in Soshanguve. He asked me for directions to our place and in about fifteen minutes he finally arrived. Seeing that it was Sunday afternoon and my wife was on a day off, we were relaxing. I was busy savoring my bottle of Southern Comfort and my wife had her favorite of Flying Fish. Eddie on the other hand did not bring his own drinks and by the time he arrived on a Sunday afternoon many if not most of the watering holes were closed. I offered him my drink but I am not complaining because he is not much of a drinker, in fact he only took two shots of my drink from the time he arrived until sleep time.