"Babe, I think we should try a male/male/female threesome to spice things up," Marguerite Mathieu said, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, sexy young Haitian woman looked at her boyfriend Jerry Healy and nodded firmly. The couple had been together since their halcyon days at Carleton University and were building a life together. Jerry's recent revelation of his bi-curiosity surprised Marguerite, but she's sexually adventurous and open-minded so it wasn't a deal-breaker for her. Good things definitely can happen to those who experiment...
"Not sure about this," Jerry replied, almost nonchalantly, even though the brother was feeling as though lightning were coursing through his veins. Jerry moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from his hometown of Detroit, Michigan, almost six years ago and hasn't Canada left since. At first, the big and tall young African American student didn't know what to make of the Canadian Capital. With its tiny populace and huge geographical distribution, its unwritten rules and norms, Ottawa seemed a whole new world. As time went by, Jerry adjusted, and his relationship with Marguerite played a big role in that.
Jerry Healy graduated from the University of Detroit-Mercy with his bachelor's degree in accounting, and thought about working in the Detroit business sector, until tragedy struck. Jerry's former roommate and best friend Eli Winters was gunned down during a shootout between a street gang and the Detroit Police Department. Eli was a simple passersby, walking out of a local restaurant when all hell broke loose. His friend Eli's senseless death drove Jerry to seek greener pastures. The brother moved to Ontario, leaving Michigan behind forever.
After earning his MBA at Carleton University, Jerry began working at KPMG. There aren't a lot of brothers working in Corporate Canada, so Jerry definitely knows how lucky he is. Everything's good on the professional front, but for Jerry's relationship with Marguerite, things have definitely come to a head. For the young black couple, now done with University and getting into their careers, there are definitely certain decisions which need to be made.
Jerry has always loved the ladies, emotionally and sexually, but sometimes he feels curious about the same sex. Lots of outwardly masculine black men feel the same way Jerry does, but keep it to themselves for many reasons. The black community isn't known for its support for men who swing both ways. Most black women, while adamant supporters of effeminate gay black men, usually find black male bisexuality disgusting, for some reason. That's the world in which bi-curious men like Jerry find themselves. A world of misunderstanding, intolerance and hate.
"Of course I'm sure," Marguerite said, smiling at Jerry. The two of them sat inside Nando's restaurant, close to the Rideau Shopping Center in downtown Ottawa. Jerry took a look around. The restaurant was popular with yuppies, many of whom worked in the downtown core. Jerry's favorite eateries were in the east end, and had been since Marguerite introduced him to Haitian food a while ago. Still, Nando's food and atmosphere were definitely alright...
"I don't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable, Marguerite," Jerry said, and Marguerite nodded, gently squeezing his hand. When Marguerite met Jerry Healy, one fine day at Dunton Tower on the Carleton University campus, it was love at first sight. Somehow, Marguerite sensed that the tall, handsome and well-dressed brother hadn't come from Africa or the Caribbean like the majority of the black students on campus. Nope, Jerry was a brother from America, for real...
"Jerry, you could never make me uncomfortable," Marguerite told him reassuringly. When Jerry first told her about his bi-curiosity, as he put it, Marguerite panicked, although she hid it well. The young Haitian woman found herself questioning a lot of things. Jerry was wild in bed and loved to eat her pussy and fuck her real good with his big dark dick. Jerry showed Marguerite what Detroit passion was all about, and she liked his style, in and out of bed...
When Marguerite thought of a black man who wasn't straight, she typically thought of Tony, the effeminate hairdresser at her favorite salon. Tony spoke softly, walked with more bounce in his step than the average female, and called everyone honey. Oh, and Tony loved to make excessive eye contact with random men to see if they swung his way. Come to think of it, Jerry was always polite but distant when talking to Tony on those occasions when he came to pick Marguerite up at the salon. What was up with that?
"I love women but vaginas are disgusting, sorry ladies, to me, the dick is king," Tony told Marguerite and the other female patrons at the salon, whenever they talked about sex and relationships. Marguerite remembered how much Jerry loved her body, how he would eat her pussy and then smack her big booty before slamming his hard dick into her for many hours of passionate lovemaking. Jerry wasn't like Tony at all. It's almost as if gay black men and bisexual black men or bi-curious black men were cut from a different cloth...
Marguerite Mathieu decided to do some research on male bisexuality, especially black male bisexuality. She read the works of E. Lynn Harris and J.L. King but both of these black male writers were way too focused on the Down Low, the secret lifestyle of men of color who swung both ways. Jerry wasn't on the Down Low. The brother from Detroit didn't hide who he was, nor did he hide from his girlfriend. Nope, Marguerite remembered the night Jerry sat her down and told her about his hidden feelings. Jerry was honest, unlike the rest...
In Marguerite's readings about male bisexuality, a lot of it written by female authors like Opal Carew and Olivia Cunning, ladies with an obvious fondness for men who wing both ways, some of the realities of bisexual men's lives were eschewed. For example, Marguerite learned that a lot of gay men actively discouraged their female friends from getting involved with bisexual men because they wanted to eliminate their competition. Men who only like men hate losing men who swing both ways to women. It's the source of much rage, frustration and sadness for them...
One thing which Marguerite found intriguing and titillating was bisexual male erotica, most of which featured male/male/female threesomes. Marguerite learned about bisexual black male porn icons like Mickey Mod and John Johnson, two masculine and handsome brothers, and their frequent collaborator, a curvy, sexy young black female porn star named Lotus Lain. When these three got together, the action sizzled. Dammit, now I'm into bisexual porn, Marguerite thought, smiling.
"What are you thinking?" Jerry asked Marguerite, his deep voice snatching her out of her little trip down memory lane. Marguerite blinked and looked at Jerry, who sat opposite her. The brother looked so damn fine in his dark blue dress shirt, dark gray silk dress pants and obligatory black timberland boots that she had to smile. Black men from the United States of America were definitely something else, even if a lot of them came with tons of baggage...
"How much I love you," Marguerite replied, and she then surprised Jerry by planting a kiss on his lips. Jerry kissed Marguerite back passionately, for he always believed action rather than words. He loved and cherished Marguerite, even though he did not completely believe her when she told him that the revelation of other side did not bother her one bit. I just want things to stay the same, Jerry thought, as he warmly embraced his beloved Marguerite.
"Let's go home," Jerry told Marguerite, when they came up for air, and she grinned approvingly. They took an Uber back to their apartment, located in the Glebe. Once they got there, Jerry and Marguerite didn't do a lot of talking. Jerry kissed Marguerite once more, and boldly lifted her up, almost effortlessly carrying her to the kitchen counter. Marguerite grinned as Jerry pulled down her pants, and licked his lips upon realizing that she wasn't wearing any panties...
