FYI: This story is written from the female perspective, and the two men are Alex, a bi man we have met, and Craig, my husband.
The Introduction
The night begins as any other for three good friends meeting up for a drink. The only difference is that all three are bi and all are totally hot for each other. Alex is sat next to Craig and opposite me. I am wearing a low cut top and Alex can't help but stare at my chest as I breath heavily, knowing all the time I'm thinking about how much I want to grab him and kiss him. Then Craig suggests a game of vodka shot drinking. We take random numbers and must drink the flavoured vodka shot assigned to that number. It starts innocently. The first shot each is drank. But...when the second number is drawn, it would seem that Alex got the mint choc one I wanted. I mock sulk at him, using my eyes as the window to my real feelings.
As he draws the glass to his lips, I lean over the table closer and closer to him, so I can almost smell the mint touching his lips. My heart is beating fast. I know what might happen but I'm too nervous to really consider going for it myself. The glass moves up and he is drinking all of the shot. I lean closer. As he returns the empty glass to its place on the table, I realise that my moment has gone. I did not get the drink I wanted. I start to breath again, but almost as if in slow motion he moves his face to mine and slowly kisses me, giving me a share of the shot. I take it in, not sure which I am enjoying the most. He tastes amazing. I cannot pull away, as if time has stopped to appreciate this one moment. I cannot open my eyes to see what Craig is doing, but I am sure he is enjoying watching his wife kiss this man, perhaps hoping he will kiss him too.
Eventually, we pull away. It takes so long, as if the very air between our lips is refusing to allow us to disconnect from each other. And there it was. The first man I ever kissed besides my husband in 15 years. I sit back and am unable to contain my cheeky smile. Alex smiles back at me and grabs Craig's hand. Suddenly, they are up out of their seats and heading somewhere without me. I want to follow but I know that they need their own moment, one away from prying eyes in a straight bar.
They have headed up to the public bathroom. I know they might be gone for some time, so I busy myself by texting my friends to tell them about my kiss with Alex. About half an hour later, they return. They look flustered but happy. Craig sits next to me and proceeds to whisper into my ear everything that happened.
They alighted the stairs to the bathrooms, still holding hands, not caring who saw that. As they go through the door, Alex sits on the bank of sinks area and grabs Craig around the waist by his legs. He draws Craig towards him using all his gym-worked out strength. Craig - through the sheer force of being pulled forward - places his hands either side of Alex's hips, resting on the side of each sink. Their faces are so close that their noses are touching but they don't kiss yet. They just look into each other's eyes, wanting, yearning to kiss, but almost afraid to brush lips.
As Alex tilts his head slightly, their lips find each others. At first it is slow; they are enjoying the new feeling of each other. Then it gets more hot, more passionate. This has built over weeks. They wanted each other that Friday but life got in the way and this is finally it. They savour each movement of their lips, tongues brushing, darting, caressing. Neither wants to let go, but Craig needs more, he wants to give him more.
Craig breaks free of the kiss, not wanting to unlock lips but wanting more to move his own lips elsewhere. He slowly kisses down Alex's neck, onto the front of his top, lifting Alex's top up to lick and kiss his toned chest. He moves further...and further. As he finds the pubic bone he realises he has no point of entry. His passion for more has made him forget that Alex is still clothed. He reaches for the buttons on Alex's jeans, and they pop open quickly, almost as if they know the sense of urgency for both of them.
Craig looks up into Alex's eyes, searching for the recognition of what he needs. Alex reads the signal well, and gently lifts his bum up so Craig can slip the trousers down. Now there is only one more barrier between what he wants. He kisses the fabric of his boxers, feeling the weight of his hardness underneath. Alex cannot stand it and slips his fingers down each side of his underwear, gesturing the motion to remove them. They both pull together and finally the fabric barrier is gone.
As much as he wants to tease, Craig wants to taste Alex's hardness immediately, and they are both very aware that anyone could enter the bathroom at any given moment. So Craig lowers his mouth onto Alex, flicking his tongue, enjoying the feeling of sucking another man, not just ANY man but the man he's wanted for so many weeks now. Alex runs his fingers through Craig's hair, sighing deeply, knowing he is already close. The anticipation of this moment has aroused him, let alone the feeling now it has arrived. Craig revels in this and doesn't let up. He wants to give Alex what he waited for. As Alex begins to throb, Craig knows he is about to climax. He takes it all in, enjoying the taste and smell of Alex's cum. A teeny bit misses his mouth and spurts onto the side of Craig's face. As it dries on Craig's cheek, Alex pulls his face to his, wanting to kiss him, thank him for the ecstasy of that moment. They kiss deeply and mix the taste of my kiss from earlier, with Alex's cum.
I have enjoyed this whispered story. So much so that I find myself hot and flustered. I desire this so badly, I want to experience their moment too. So I grin wryly, whilst quietly studying Craig's face. Finding what I needed, I slowly move in with my tongue, and gently lick Alex's drying cum from Craig's face. Both are dumbstruck. It is so cheeky, yet so sexy and we know what must happen next. We finish our vodka shots quickly, head out of the bar....and off to somewhere a lot more private................................
Can't Make It Home
We have left the bar and we're headed for a taxi knowing we must get home, knowing we need to continue where we left off in the bar. We find a taxi quickly, hopping in, feeling the electricity, the passion, the sense of urgency. As we sit close on the back seat of the taxi, I watch the world going by in some attempt to compose myself and prepare for what will happen. As I turn my head back around to Alex and Craig, I can see that they are fumbling in laps, under a coat removed probably for that very reason. I don't think we will make it home.
The taxi driver keeps humming loudly, this looks dodgy to him perhaps. Suddenly, I ask the driver to stop. Alex and Craig are shocked, we MUST get home. But I look at Craig and smile. He searches my face, then realises where we have stopped. I grew up in this area. Had an early sexual experience in the very park we are one street away from. Sometimes Craig and I walk home and find ourselves drawn to this park, this place, for more than just a walk. It's dark and quiet. We pay the driver and leave the taxi. Alex looks confused "Are we back?" he asks. We smile and grab his hands, either side of him.
We arrive in the park. Alex and Craig are walking behind me, unable to let go of each other's hands. I am walking fast, faster than I ever have done. I know a place in this park. It's private, and safe. It has a great view of a gorgeous pond with swans and moonlight bouncing off the water. As I round the corner of the path and the pond comes into view, I look back and see that Alex and Craig are whispering together. I wonder if they are talking about a fantasy I have. I hope so, but I daren't even consider the possibility for fear of feeling disappointed. I stop near a tree to wait for them. They aren't behind me anymore. I look around, almost scared now.
Suddenly I am pushed forcefully against the tree. I nearly scream but I know deep down that this is part of my fantasy coming true, so I allow myself to enjoy the moment. I squint into the darkness and see the two men in front of me. Each of them is holding my arms against the tree and I am powerless to stop anything which might happen. They both entangle their hands from each other and pull at my tights, not caring if they rip them. Pulling my knickers to one side, they tease me with their fingers, toying with me, knowing I cannot move my arms, touch them, and maybe even stop them. I wouldn't even if I could, but it's a great feeling knowing that I can't anyway. Their fingers are everywhere, and they slide together in my wetness. I feel myself growing wetter by the second, and I don't think it will be long before they get me to orgasm. I sigh and moan and find myself shaking, not from the cold, but from the sheer excitement of what is happening.