This story contains powerful descriptions of male-on-male sex and should be avoided by those offended by such a subject.
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I had learned of Paul's bisexual fantasies through the online correspondence we had exchanged with each other for a number of weeks prior to him meeting me at the airport; his wife Jill had only light suspicions and our meeting that day was an invitation for the three of us to play together for a weekend. I was delighted to accept their invitation and was hoping to 'accidentally' generate a bisexual encounter that would be met with approval from Jill, at least in the heat of the moment.
We met for the first time then and our internet exchanges had proved accurate in that he had dark hair, brown eyes with his 6-foot frame seeming similar to mine and of reasonably athletic build. The manner in which we shook hands and looked each other in the eye with smiles, belied the fact that we had never met before and helped erase any doubt that either of us may have been having second thoughts of all that we had fantasised and written to each other about.
"You look great" Paul said approvingly.
"You too." I replied "And your a lucky guy to have a wife as sexy as Jill - the photo's that you sent were so good!"
"You keep your hands off her this weekend!" he jokingly retorted and we laughed as we walked to his car.
I certainly was not going to keep my hands off her this weekend if all went according to plan. Jill was very sexy with long brown hair, blue eyes, toned body and legs that looked so good in the many different styles of stiletto heeled shoes that so gloriously accentuated her calf muscles. Paul had sent plenty of pictures of his wife in various highly explicit situations both alone and with himself too on just a few. He had explained his bisexual urges to me online, knowing that I am bi and he had very quickly wanted to get me in a situation with him and Jill where he could at least attempt to fulfil his desires. I am always very willing to assist in such matters and wasted no time in booking a flight to meet them.
The meeting had been established after Paul had contacted me by private message on an erotic story writing site to which I enjoyed contributing as regularly as time from my hectic schedule would allow. My membership username was ´vhornybimale´ and gave a clear indication of my mindset regarding my sexual preferences. How ironic that the story that I had written stemmed purely from my bisexually fuelled imagination only and that reality of something very similar was potentially about to procure.
"This one" he commented as he activated the remote central locking to the Audi to allow me to load my holdall into the boot and us both to get into the car.
As the doors slammed shut, the sexual tension mounted. We were both together in a confined space for the first time, just inches apart and we both knew why I was there at all. I took a quick glance down at his crotch to see if he was as horny as I was and was even further excited to see the clear outline of his aroused cock which was trapped in his dark trousers. He must have at least subconsciously delayed starting the car as I seemed to have plenty of time to catch him look at my crotch by return. My heart was pounding and my breathing quickened as I reached over the short distance to run a stroke down his raging length with my left-hand; my previous bisexual experiences yet to overcome the nervousness of the first-time with a stranger.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed as his head fell back "I'm so horny right now."
I could not leave things that way even if my own burning heat had waned at that point.
"Put your seat back." I suggested so that I could maximise the relatively small area to get better access to the cock I really wanted to service.
The electric seat quickly eased back as I teased at his belt, button and zip. His solid shaft sprung up as a result of my efforts and he tugged at his pants to reveal the fullness of his balls which I stroked teasingly on their release. His pole was rigid as I touched it to his delight. He was now lying back and wanting to be relieved - a sensation that I could relate to and both wanted to relieve and be relieved!
I gently rounded his pulsating helmet with the fingertips of my left-hand, servicing the tip which further stiffened his shaft and clearly began to tighten his ball-sack which I continued to strock with my right-hand.
"Oooh, fuck." he whispered almost subconsciously as my righ´-hand fingertips massaged lower to underneath his sack to the area around his ass.
His eyes were closed as I brought my right-hand up to my mouth to wet the fingers. I could smell the scent of sex as I lubricated my fingers with my saliva and the mild hedonistic scent of his balls was upon me as I prepared to finger his ring whilst gently pulling on his cock.
"Mmm, that's so good." he encouraged, as I pulled on his now raging member. I was coherent and aware, yet so excited by the fact that I was preparing a man that I had only just met to orgasm in a public car park! The excitement was intense as my own bone seemed at bursting point already.
One last quick glance around satisfied myself that we would not be disturbed. I lowered my mouth to his cock as I simultaneously removed my now very wet fingers from my mouth and naturally positioned them under his balls to his asshole; the saliva lubrication allowing my middle finger to slip through his virginal guard to a short way within him with ease. At the same time, my left-hand full of his cock positioned his pulsating member towards my wanting mouth which I rewarded by slapping his cock onto my tongue to generate extra saliva. He tasted and smelt so good as I did so and the strands of spit that traced from my mouth to his helmet wetted his purple head in readiness for my oral action as I gently swivelled my finger in his ass.
I wanted to feel his cock slapping my face some more, but I could no longer resist the urge to have him fill his mouth with his meat. I was overcome with the excitement that the smell and taste of my saliva, his cock and now pre-cum was building. I wanted him to get off on fucking my mouth and I wanted his spunk in my throat right there and then.
I lapped at his already wet tip very enthusiastically as I continued to wank his shaft. He tasted good as the smoothness of his helmet nudged at my gums and inner cheeks as his now thrusting pelvic actions probed and filled my mouth to causing my cheeks to fill and hollow with increasing fervour.
I slightly adjusted my position to take more of him into my now tingling and very sloppy mouth and at the same time slid my finger ´cock´ deeper into his warmth, much to his delight. I sucked on his pistoning tool and rolled my tongue round his helmet, fucking his tightness with my finger and thumbing his balls and sensitive sack at the same time.
The taste of his cock the smell of his ass sex was sublime and further fuelled my desire so that I was now deep-throating this guy with ease. My sloppy blow-job meant that he was now fucking my face and finger with alternate delight. His cock was fucking my throat and I was sacrificing regular breathing to accommodate him to the point of making me gag on the fullness of his excitement.
"I´m cumming.....fuck I´m cumming!" he gritted as I pumped my finger deep into his hot hole and forced his length down my own throat to feel the complete satisfaction of his manhood injecting my throat with jet after jet of his sticky milk for what seemed like a minute: my finger up inside his pulsating ring intensifying the copiousness of his load into my mouth.
"Huuh!" he blurted as I slipped from his ass and spent cock at the same time. I was still very horny and sucked at my finger to welcome the taste of his ass juice. Fuck, I thought I was going to explode in my pants and was certain that there would be far more in store for us both very soon. I mean, I was a guest of the couple and all this had happened before we even left the airport car park - now that´s horny!
We arrived at the house. They had lived there for three years and it was as I had seen in the photographs that Paul had sent to me.
"Now remember" Paul said in a low voice "Jill knows you are here fro her fantasy, not mine!" Little did he relate to the fact that either or both would be mine.
"Of course" I replied, just as the door opened to reveal his very beautiful wife.
"Jill, this is Rob." said Paul "Rob, this is my wife, Jill".
"Very pleased to meet you" I smiled and reached out to return her handshake.