Bi Friends 1

BI FRIENDS

I pretty much knew they came as a set. Marie was Claire's best friend, closest confidant, ex roommate, and occasional lover. They had grown up together, shared boyfriends, liked the same foods, and even gone into the same business. They had opened a flower shop in Seattle, read the same books, and even liked the same music.

She wasn't in our bed on our honeymoon, but I knew she'd been in my wife's the night before. It wasn't unusual to hear, "Oh, Marie would love this." I pretty much knew if I wanted one, I got the other. They did not try to hide their affections, often kissing openly and often. Even one day in the backseat of my car, they made out like a couple high schoolers after the prom. I watched them, fascinated, like watching a girl-on-girl porn flick, and I remember getting more than a little turned on seeing them together that day.

The first time I took Claire on a date, Marie came along. They had became friends in grammar school, lovers in college, and inseparable early on. One of their teachers, Ms. Barkley, who lived with another woman, understood their relationship and became their confidant from the start.

Because she shared their bi tendencies, she knew how they would end up. I think she was surprised when we got married, but she always knew there would be extracurricular activity between the two young women and it made her smile. They talked openly with her about personal things on many occasions after school.

At first it bothered me to think of them having sex together, but fairly soon it began to excite me to fantasize about them, and eventually I started to hope for it to trickle into our sex life and I fantasized about the two of them in sexual scenarios. Fairly soon after learning of their sexual experience together, I began to often fantasize about it, even masturbating to images of them in bed. Eventually, it did become a reality, even more than a trickle.

We had been to a movie, the three of us, and the storyline of the film had to do with a woman having two men. That led to a discussion about a man who had two women. From there it got interesting really quick. We went back to our house and the two women attended to me in our bedroom on our bed.

They began horsing around and pulling at my clothes trying to get me out of them. I was not as comfortable being nude as they were. Both of them were pretty casual about nudity, in fact they preferred to be that way most of the time in private, and had been teasing me because I was embarrassed by being undressed in front of them, especially Marie. Eventually they got my clothes off and I ended up on the bed with each of them holding and marveling at the stiffness of my cock. Not the size, since it isn't large and Claire had seen it before many times, and she knew how small it was, but the rock hardness of it, inspired by two women trying to play with it at the same time.

"Just let us attend to your cock," Claire said, using a word she seemed to like to play with, letting it roll around in her throat. "We'll be gentle." They finally got me to stretch out between them and they began kissing and sucking on my cock from each side. I could not imagine anything hotter, and the first thing I realized was how close I was to coming. I didn't want that. I didn't want to blast off even before I was able to enjoy having two women paying with and sucking on my dick.

"Hold up," I said. "Go slower or I am going shoot all over this room," I said. Having two women suck on and kiss and lick my cock was a dream come true, of course. I think every guy, unless they're gay, dreams about having two women sharing his cock between them. I first thought of that in the eighth grade when I was sitting between Becky and Carmen on that field trip to the Natural History Museum. I thought about it the whole day as we walked around between the dinosaurs and the human anatomy exhibits.

As I looked down at Claire and Marie taking turns sucking on my cock, I thought about that day at the Natural History Museum. I remember all the times I beat off to thoughts of this very thing actually happening. I have spent many hours with my cock in my hand and those thoughts in my head. It had been a dream all of my life and to have it actually occurring was more than any guy could ask for.

Some guys may not want their wife to have a girlfriend who she eats her pussy and shares dildo time with, but I now consider it a blessing to have two sexually hungry women who may be inclined to share the cock of the husband of one of them. It is not a matter of having sexual time taken away from me, but the possibility of having twice as much time with twice as many women.

After Marie and Claire serviced my cock, my wife asked me if I wanted to fuck her friend. Does a bat have wings? "Of course I would," I said without hesitation. For the next forty minutes, I fucked her best friend as my wife watched, gave encouraging comments, and even did some kissing of each of us.

I wish I could say I can handle my wife having a female lover because I am so emotionally secure, but that isn't it at all. I can handle it because the fringe benefits are so great that they have made me an offer I can't refuse. Two women for the price of one, that is what I have, and that is what no normal fella could ever refuse.

We are so compatible as a threesome that the women proposed we take vacations together. The thought of making love to these two women in the shadow of Old Faithful or Niagara Falls was a great motivator. As we drove north, the three of us, I dreamed of things we might do on that trip. I thought about fucking in each of the National Parks, and I pictured myself doing sexual things to both of them at historical landmarks across the country.

True to form, when we got to Yellowstone National Park, we got a cabin by the old geyser and the three of us made love as the water of Old Faithful shot into the air. What a great metaphor it was for the orgasms that occurred in that cabin that afternoon.

Claire watched as I fucked her girlfriend from behind on the double bed, then I watched as Claire ate Marie while Old Faithful sprayed up into the sky. I was not only participating in my wife's bisexual affair with her best girlfriend, I was also enjoying the fruits of spectator sex at the highest level. Claire and Marie were connoisseurs of wonderful oral sex play and would spend hours pleasuring one another with their lips and tongues and letting me watch.

I learned so much from watching them do each other. Because women have pussies, they genuinely know what should be done to one to make it instantly wet and wild, puff up, turn pink, and shoot fluid a foot out of its canal when it becomes stimulated in exactly the right way. Watching my two ladies showed me the way in spectacular fashion.

Claire once told me as she looked over Marie's mound one afternoon as I watched, that the pussy may be nature's perfect creation. It delivers a child, pleases a man or a woman, and stretches to accommodate just about any size or shape. It will squirt, change color, make a woman smile, and it can come many more times than any man alive can. The pussy is wonderfully designed to be out of the way, not vulnerable like a scrotum, and quickly aroused and ready at the drop of a hint. It can be kissed, licked, sucked, or penetrated, and it will never be too big to fit in a mouth.

The pussy, Claire once said, is the perfect size. It can be carried with you at all times, does not make noise, and loves to be cuddled and kissed. She said as much as she likes cocks, she maintains that it is the pussy that makes her mouth water. Since she first tasted Marie, it is that flavor that makes her hungry for more. Claire likes cock, but she loves pussy.

I knew it wasn't only Marie. My wife loved any pussy. She liked to look at them, taste them, feel them with her fingers, her tongue and lips, and she loved to touch and feel her own. She said playing with herself was absolutely heavenly, and could do it until she fell asleep and then begin again the moment she awoke.

It was Claire's idea, but they both came to me. I could tell by the way they sat on the sofa that they had something to say, something they'd cooked between them. I had been out in the garage and when I came they were sitting side by side on the couch. I stopped as I walked passed them and took a step back.

"What?" I said. "Something is up, right?" They each smiled and their smile told me I needed to listen. "Okay, what's going on?" I said.

"Well, we were thinking," Claire said.

"Oh no. Not that thinking stuff again," I teased.

"Yes, and we both agree," Marie said.

"And what do you agree on?" I asked.

"That Marie should move in with us," Claire said. "There could be perks for you," she said.

"Perks?" I said, playing dumb.

"You would have two hot, horny bi females in one house," Claire said. "We could be a family," she said. "We would be naked most of the day, we'd be at your beck and call, and we would do all we could to make your life simply delightful.

"We would cook all your favorite meals and make sure the house is spotless," Claire said. Marie was quiet while Claire spoke.

"So, Marie. You want to move in here?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," she said. "I would love to be part of this family."

"Are you talking about polyamory?" I asked, looking at Claire.

"I am," she said. "A family of three. Two young, lusty ladies, and an old guy," she said with a smirk.

"So, this old guy? He have any acceptable qualities?" I asked.

"Barely adequate," Claire said. "But we would work on upgrading his skills. We would improve his sexual weaknesses." She could not keep from laughing. "We promise to make your life even better."

"It is pretty good right now," I said.

"With us under the same roof it would be better yet," she said.

"Would you ever spend nights together?" I asked.

"Undoubtedly," she said, "but we would invite you to join us regularly, maybe nightly. Who knows, we may need to even get a bigger bed," she said. "Maybe water," she added.

"I am convinced," I said.

"You were easy," she said.

"I was in from the start," I said. "You had me from 'We've been thinking,'" I said.

"We already moved most of her things in the guest bedroom," Claire said.

"So the pleading was for nothing?" I said.

"Well, not for nothing," she said. "It was fun, and we knew you would like the idea."

"Two beautiful, sexy bi women? Why would you think that?" I said. They both came up to me and put their arms around my neck.

"Because we know you like what we do to you," Marie said. They began undressing me as she spoke. Claire was unbuttoning my shirt as Marie was unbuckling my belt. "The family that plays together stays together," she said, looking over at my wife.

"You do want to play with us, right?" Claire asked with a smile as she lifted my shirt off my shoulders. When I was nude they led me down the hall and to the bedroom. They took me to the bed and helped me stretch out on my back. Like the first time I was with them, they completely took over and initiated everything.

Marie started kissing me while her girlfriend, my wife, was concentrating on my erection. I was between them, loving every moment, out of my mind with pleasure, craving the attention, sure I wanted Marie living with us.

What I didn't understand before the ladies schooled me in the realities of living in the twenty-first century was how prevalent bi friends were in our society. I found that housewives, home together while they worked stay-at-home jobs or while their husbands worked at the office, often held sex parties among the ladies of the neighborhoods.

I didn't know that polyamory was growing in number and becoming more a part of "normal" society. I didn't know that the PTA president in our community was living with another woman and a man in a quiet multiple-marriage home not many blocks away from where we lived. I didn't know a state senator from our state was openly bisexual and had been re-elected, twice.

I was clueless to the fact that multiple marriage had been approved in our state by a 2 to 1 vote. There was so much I didn't know until I became a part of a family of three. I didn't know that in my state three people could be legally married, that it was not only legal but not all that uncommon anymore.

I did not know how much pleasure a man could get from his wife's girlfriend and how much better his life could be if he accepted her having one. I liked the way things were, but I love the way they are now. A man sharing his life with two women may be as good as it gets. Well, maybe.