AUTHOR'S INTRODUCTION:
It's pretty obvious that this is a bisexual story. To me, it's a fun little story a bit over three Literotica pages — give or take. I wouldn't want anyone to take this too seriously, but it does touch on serious issues. We all make choices in our lives, and this story is about choices — the moves we make in life that shape the way we live our lives. It's close to Christmas, so I'll send this as a gift along with the hope you have both a good Christmas and a good life. ~ yukonnights
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Scene One; A hard question with a perfect answer
"Kris, sit down. There's something we need to talk about."
"What is it Samantha — you seem troubled?"
"It's easier to just come out and say it; Kris, I found your Literotica account. You left it open on your computer and I was just curious. Babe, I read your comments on the LGBT discussion board about being bisexual. It hurt to read that you felt a need to keep that hidden from me."
Just her words cause my heart beats to pound inside my head like a drum beat — I almost feel faint.... "I ... uh, I was just passing time Sam I wasn't serious — you know that, don't you?"
"Kris, let's be honest about this. And just so you know, I'm not surprised or concerned about you being bi. The only discomfort I have is that you didn't think you could be honest with me. We've talked about the big hullabaloo about gays and bi people — you know I'm educated enough to understand that non-binary sexuality is a normal human trait in some people."
"I know Sam, it's just more complicated for the person who isn't straight. To be honest, I was ashamed to tell you — afraid of what you'd think."
"I figured as much and that's why I wanted to get this all out into the light of day. Hon, like I said, I'm not troubled that you're bi — I'm troubled that you thought you couldn't trust me. If it makes you feel better then I'll confess to having some bi experiments in college myself. Have you ever acted on your desires?"
"Never since we've been together — I swear. But I explored a bit in college too ... maybe I should say a good bit since it was with my roommate — but when you and I got together, I left all of that behind. But yeah, the thoughts and fantasies are still there ... I guess you could say they've gotten stronger again in the last few years. I guess reading all those stories online sort of got me thinking about it all again."
"There, that wasn't so hard — was it?"
"No, and I should have told you sooner. I'm sorry Samantha."
"I'm sorry too — but I'm partly sorry because we could have been exploring all of this together the past ten years."
"I don't understand — how would we do that?"
"Well, since you're coming out with your bi desires — I guess I should fess up to my own kinky fantasies. I truly believe it's healthy for us to share our secrets — all it takes is trust and I think we have that together. So, I've already confessed that I've been with another woman — like you, it was my roommate in college. At the end of the day, I enjoyed my times with her — it was so intimate and gentle ... so different than with a man. When she kissed me it felt so perfectly natural. When I licked her for the first time it was like a damn burst inside and flooded me with new and exciting sensations and feelings. You know, you've gone down on me so you know what it's like — how it feels and tastes. But, with the wisdom of past experience, I really do enjoy a man inside me more. But, I'm so curious about what two men do together — I mean, I know the details ... but how does a man feel when he is mounted and penetrated? How does a man feel when another man kisses his lips? And now, knowing that you've actually had gay sex, my newest fantasy is wondering what you looked like in bed with your roommate. And thinking of that makes me think that I'd really love to watch you have sex with another guy — and since we're being honest, my most kinky secret kink to admit is; Even before I knew about your past and current interest in guys, I've fantasized about what it'd be like to have another man in our bed with us... I just didn't think to include you and the make-believe guy having sex with each other too."
Hearing her words, I don't know what to say — this is a lot to process. I look up to find her watching me, "I never even had a clue you were into other women ... and you really want another man in our bed? And I'm also in that fantasy?"
"Believe me when I admit that secret was hard for me to come out and say. And like I said, you're in bed with us. But, I didn't see you and him having sex together — I'll probably have to add that into my fantasies now. Anyway, I understand how you feel about opening up to these secrets — it feels risky and scary and I just wanted you to know that I kept secrets too. But I truly believe that we need to open up starting now — we must be honest and be able to trust each other. And, maybe I need to start reading stuff on Literotica? So, are you creeped out about my fantasies?"
"Not at all — in fact, it's sort of a dream come true. So, I'll admit to fantasizing about another man in our bed too."
"You'd be okay watching another man screw me?"
"So long as it's good for you — but I think it would have to be the right guy. You know, someone we actually like and not just some casual wham bam. I don't have any idea who that someone might be though."
"I might ... and it would probably be easier for me to initiate some extracurricular bedroom games than it would be for you. I've always thought that we women had the upper hand when it comes to finding a way to have sex. Right now, I'm thinking about a guy, Brett, at the clinic. Like me, he's a nurse and he might fit the bill. He's friendly with me, but I hardly know anything about him — and have no idea if he's bi."
"What makes you think he'd be a good choice?"
"Well, like you, he's really a considerate guy and by that I mean he isn't all macho and self adoring — more quiet and laid back. He's also openly supportive of non-binary normalcy when the subject comes up at work — in short, he's not a jerk or super ego. I find him attractive — he's a lot like you in many ways. What kind of men do you find attractive?"
"I like what you just described. I know what you mean about the ego-trip guys and pushy types — I think someone who would be a real friend and not just a casual one time sexual thing is what I always think about. One thing that creeps me out is the thought of a hook-up with a total stranger — just seems too risky to me."
"Exactly. I'm a bit surprised you want him to be a real friend, but that's really what I'd prefer too — I've always thought that was more of a girl thing. It's nice to know you have a soft spot too. Plus, I'm totally with you on the risky ones Babe — being a nurse I've seen some nasty stuff. But another thing, I also think having an emotional connection would make the sexual connection much more enjoyable for you — I know I have to have a deeper connection at some level. Do you think you could be emotionally intimate with another man — you know, with the right guy?"
"Yes, I think I need some kind of connection too, maybe even just a close friendship before it'd be comfortable. So, you do realize we're talking about bringing another man into our bed — right?"
"Yep, but it's only in our fantasies — we don't have to really do it. But you can feel between my legs if you want to make sure I'm telling the truth about being open to the idea. I can already see your feelings from that bulge in your shorts." Reaching out to him, his hard warmth fills my hand — I concentrate on opening up his cargo shorts as his hand slides into my pajama bottoms — eagerly taking me up on my offer to make sure I'm truly wet and aroused by all of this.
He probes me as we stand close, we look each other in the eye for a silent but meaningful moment before I get on my knees. I try to get his cargo shorts and briefs down at the same time — he lends a hand to make it easier. I honestly do love sucking cock and vow to myself to use my fantasy fueled zeal to prove to him that I'm telling the truth about being open to bringing another man into our sex life. As I take him between my lips, the feeling of having a mouthful of hard cock paints the image in my mind of him doing the same with Brett — I've fantasized about us with another man for a long time. All that time I just knew it would never happen — could never happen ... and all along he was dreaming of it too. We should definitely agree to share our secrets more. Maybe it can finally come true for us now that we both know it's a shared curiosity.
I lightly stroke her hair with the back with his hand — "Stand up Sam, let's take this to our bed."
Once we're both free of the last stitch of clothes, I get onto the bed — when he joins me his fingers and lips quickly find my need ... I let go of the future maybes and embrace the present reality, as hard warm cock fills me and I do the one thing that brings me more pleasure than anything in life — spread my legs wide in open vulnerability to my man. As he begins to fuck me, a picture of him fills my lust fueled thoughts — it's him being him who's the one getting the cock — as I watch the movie in my mind, I wonder if a man can feel this same pleasure from being so wide open and vulnerable to a hard cock?
Her soft moan as I enter her makes it easy to forget about any desire for a man — but making love, her words about a threesome refills me with lust and desire so strong it overwhelms my control ... to have her involved makes it so much better ... so much more real — suddenly I'm caught off guard — it's all too intense — my seed — my cum erupts into her like a virgin with his first woman. I keep pushing against her with my failing erection ... thankfully she too is ramped up to a supercharged level — my orgasm triggers her own release — we join into a shared bliss of oneness ... as we ease back down, we truly become one in body and soul. "I love you Samantha ... love you more than you can ever know." She can't speak yet, but as she pulls me tighter, I understand and melt into her love in return.
We lay spent, but still connected as one, as we drift in a daze of sexual satisfaction — my mind floats back to her words ... to her proposal to bring another man into our bed. In the fog of my thoughts, I see myself sucking her friend from work as she watches. I see her on her back, legs open for him — open for his cock. The doubt and fear of ruining everything we've built together creeps back in as the waves of sexual arousal eases — but neither fear or doubt retains the substance or strength like before. Now that she's opened the door, now that we've opened our secrets ... we'll just have to see how we feel in the days ahead. I roll off of her and she goes into our bathroom to clean up the mess I left in her — I watch in the dim light as her beautiful naked body walks away from our bed. Do I really want to share her? We'll just have to talk more and see if this is real or just lust and horny fantasy. As I listen to the tinkling music her pee makes as it splashes in the toilet, I realize how lucky I am to have her love and trust. If she truly wants to watch me with another man — really wants another man's cock herself —just have to wait and see.
When we awaken the next morning, we're still snuggled close. I ease her over onto her back, kiss her lips ... down her neck and take her aroused nipple between my lips. I suckle her and softly tease her other nipple with my fingers, knowing she is very sensitive to this pleasure. I reclaim my lips to tell her, "That was pretty hot thinking about you having sex with another man."
"Yeh, it was pretty erotic, wasn't it? Seems we both can't hide our interest."
