Most women I know of say that they will think twice about dating a man who's also into men. I think that's ridiculous. A bisexual man is no more likely to cheat on his significant other than a heterosexual man or woman are likely to cheat on theirs. It's not a matter of gender or sexual orientation. It's a matter of human nature. I'm sure you've heard or read somewhere that the flesh is weak. This is true of both men and women. All of us make mistakes and there's very little we can do about that. But sometimes, a little is enough.
First things first, though. My name is Anne Marie. Who am I? A somewhat quirky, five-foot-ten, brown-skinned, emerald-eyed Haitian American female. I am Vice President of Human Resources at Citizens Bank. I am also a writer. I am sitting here, typing these phrases away on my computer. I live in a townhouse in the Back Bay of Boston. It's a nice, quiet neighborhood. A wonderful place to live. I like it. It's a place I share with someone I love. Currently, he is far away. He works as a Detective Sergeant for the Boston Police Department. I am talking of course about my husband, Albert Anthony. How we met is a story I would very much like to share with you.
I met Albert when I was a freshman at the University of Massachusetts. Back then, I was only eighteen years old and had recently graduated from Fitchburg high school. I was new to the city of Lowell. I grew up in a small town where everybody basically knew everybody. Albert was one of those people whom you simply couldn't help but notice. He was a tall, somewhat large but handsome young Black man. We had a Psychology class together. He was a brilliant student but he was also quiet and reserved. Nearly all the young men on campus were boisterous and wildly outgoing. Albert was different and that's the reason why I noticed him.
When I came to the Lowell campus, I was still nursing wounds from a previous relationship. I had broken up with my girlfriend Carmen. Carmen was this girl whom I had known forever. A tall, beautiful young woman with light brown skin, pale bronze eyes and short, spiky black hair. She was of mixed descent, half Black and half Peruvian. A truly beautiful young woman. We were friends for years and there was a time when I was in love with her. Carmen was unbelievably sexy. At our old high school, nearly every boy wanted her. Carmen was not only pretty but also athletic and brilliant. She was the star of the varsity girl's basketball team. At the end of our senior year, she won an athletic scholarship to Mount Ida College. Carmen and I had our secret affair. She was one of those girls who liked both men and women. Yes, the lovely Carmen was bisexual. She didn't hide it from anyone either, though I kept my business to myself.
Carmen and I had a relationship which was wonderful, at first. She was so wild and sexy, also loud and outgoing. She wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. I was in love with her. They say that betrayal is worst when it is done to you by someone you love. That's so true. Carmen betrayed me. She left me for another woman. The woman she left me for was Paula Amarillo, a Hispanic woman who worked for the Fitchburg police department. Paula Amarillo had been stationed at Fitchburg high school the whole time I went there. She was a tall, attractive Latina in her early thirties. I had no idea that she was a dyke. Apparently, she was. She had stolen Carmen away from me. I was angry and hurt. Betrayal is a bitch but I got over it.
So, here I was, starting school at the University of Massachusetts. I was a young Haitian woman who was also a closeted bisexual. My parents had no idea that I swung both ways. I hadn't had a boyfriend since Alan Robert, my first love. Alan was a tall, good-looking guy at school. He was a member of the men's wrestling team. I fell in love with him. He was dating Michelle Ambrose at the time. Michelle Ambrose was a tall, large brunette. She was also the captain of the school's new all-female wrestling team. I guess Alan had a thing for tomboys. He left Michelle to be with me, though. We had some glorious years together. Then he moved to Georgia.
In Lowell, I wanted a fresh start. There were so many boys and girls at the school. I saw so many sexy people. I liked looking at all of them. I liked tall, strongly built Black men. I also liked Hispanic men and on occasion, white men as well. I checked out the women as well. I liked petite white girls sometimes. I also checked out the big beautiful women. A lot of big beautiful women are very passionate in bed. What you've got to do is make them feel good about themselves and loosen them up. Once you get them going, they're going to fuck and suck like there's no tomorrow. My brother Louis has a thing for big girls. He once told me that his girlfriend, a big Irish girl named Brenda was very passionate. He confided in me that Brenda was the first girl who let him fuck her in the ass. Big girls are passionate and they try harder in bed. Need I say more?
There were so many beautiful people of both sexes on campus. How was I to choose? I decided to have myself some fun. I met this guy named Paul Sanchez. He was a tall, good-looking Latin stud. Paul was on the men's volleyball team. He was so pretty and so popular. I wanted him. And what I wanted, I got. I went after him. I ended up meeting him at a dorm party and hooking up with him right there. Paul took me to his dorm room. The place was small but nice. I didn't really pay attention. I hadn't been with a man in years. I wanted some dick. I'm not ashamed to admit it.
We got right down to business. Paul sat on the bed, shirtless and stroked himself while watching me strip. I love stripping in front of a man. They're really appreciate of my fine body. I touched my breasts and fingered my pussy through my panties while undulating in front of him. I could tell that he was all revved up and ready to go. I teased him a little bit by shaking my bubble butt in his face. He reached and touched it. I grinned. He smacked my booty. I gasped. Normally, I wouldn't allow this but I really wanted some so I didn't say anything. When I turned around, Paul was naked. I gasped when I saw his dick. The Latin stud had a big one!
I really wanted some of that. I kissed Paul, then went straight for the dick. I looked at that dick of his. An eight-inch uncircumcised Latin cock. I love uncircumcised men. I think they're the way men should be. Natural and beautiful. Unaltered by society. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked on it. I licked his balls and sucked on his nuts. He groaned in pleasure. Yes, I knew how to work it. I licked his dick head and continued to suck on his balls. I flicked my tongue over the length of his prick. He grimaced. Yeah, that stuff felt good. I continued what I was doing, sucking and licking while pumping his manhood with my agile hands. After a short while, he came. I drank his cum. I liked the taste of it. Every man tastes different. Paul tasted good. He looked at me. I smiled. Guys always look at me funny when I've blown them away in the most pleasurable way possible. I pumped his cock back to life. I wanted him to take me for a ride on his stiff pole.
Paul didn't need to be told. He put on a condom and then threw me on the bed. I smiled at that. I like Latin men. They're so energetic. Some women don't like it rough. They feel disrespected. I don't. When at work, I need my respect. In the bedroom, I want to get fucked. Get the picture? Paul had positioned me on all fours and came up behind me. I felt his cock press against my pussy. I backed up against him. He entered me with one firm thrust. I grimaced. The dude had a big dick. He grabbed me by the hips and slammed his cock into my pussy. I groaned as he fucked me. He fucked me harder and faster. I screamed. He plunged his cock deeper and deeper. I ended up screaming as he fucked my brains out. It was one of the best fucks I'd ever had.
When I went back to my dorm the next day, I was a very happy camper. I hadn't had sex with a man since Alan moved to Georgia. I'd been with Carmen since. I missed sex with men. Sex with men is so primal and rough sometimes. They have an intensity that most of my female lovers lacked. I lay in my bed, and didn't even hear my roommate come in. My roommate was this girl named Sarah Peterson. Sarah was a tall, slender white girl with curly dark brown hair and pale blue eyes. The girl had some curves and she was kind of pretty. I thought she was nice-looking but a bit too mousy. She originally came from Brockton and was a transfer from Massasoit Community College. I didn't know much about her, but I suspected that she might be bisexual. Today, I would find out for sure.
Sarah came back into the dorm. She was not alone. There was someone else there with her. A tall, good-looking guy named Stanley Mendes. Stan was a brown-skinned brother from Cape Verde. He was on the school's baseball team. When I saw the two of them, I smiled. Both of them looked at me. I could tell that they were feeling very frisky and were surprised to find me here. Apparently, Sarah wanted to get laid and I was in the way. Well, I had another solution in mind. I looked them both in the eye and asked them if they had ever had a threesome. When I said this, Sarah turned red and Stan's eyes lit up. Yes, the brown-skinned stud had fantasized about doing it with two women at the same time. He was all for it. I asked Sarah what she thought. She looked at Stan, then smiled at me before nodding. I grinned. Let the fun begin.
All three of us got naked. I looked at Sarah's slim but sexy body. She had good-sized breasts and a cute butt. She was clean-shaven where it counted, too. I licked my lips and looked at Stan. The nude stud from Cape Verde looked sexy as hell. His well-built, muscular body was a marvel to look at. He was also hard as hell. His long, thick cock was uncircumcised. Just the way I liked them. We got down to business. I knelt before Stan and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock and licked his balls. Meanwhile, Sarah watched and fingered herself. I could tell that she was getting off.
