Preface:
I believe that to immersively enjoy great sex when reading a story, you need to emotionally connect with the characters and feel the joy and sorrows that they experience. As such, I spend a lot of time building the story line and exploring non-sexual parts of each person's persona. I try to be sure there is enough hot sex for everyone to find the story exhilarating, but I understand that my writing style will not satisfy everyone.
If you are looking for quick, hard action, maybe I am not the author for you. If you prefer longer stories with more emotionally complex plot lines, then I advise you to read the first two parts of this series before proceeding with this part. I believe that you truly have to know Pete, Jenny, Bob, and Ann to understand what happens in this chapter and to feel the pain and joy that these characters experience and endure.
Because this chapter is long, I have divided it into segments. I hope you enjoy reading Seduced into a Bisexual Relationship - Pt. 03
***** 1 - The Declaration
The seven days Ann and I spent with Jenny and Bob in Punta Cana were eye opening for me. I was inspired by the love, lust, and sexuality that were so apparent between Jen and Bob and so lacking in my own life. I needed to explore my own sexuality and, in particular, my newly awakened interest in all aspects of MM sex.
With Jenny and Bob, I could be my real self and talk about my desires without shame or judgment. Of course, I loved sex with women, especially the sex I had with Jenny in the previous week, but I imagined that finding horney men and willing cocks back home would be much simpler than finding women who wanted to have sex with me. I didn't have the resources to pay for prostitutes, and I don't look like Brad Pitt, so MM sex was likely going to be far more available to me.
"I'm going to sound like a slut, but there are so many cocks out there that want to be sucked and I can't wait to get home and start finding them," I confessed to my new friends while we were walking out of Ann's earshot.
Bob smiled, Jenny laughed, took my hand and said, "We've really unleashed a monster, haven't we," and then, more seriously, "Pete, you go and find yourself. Do all those things you've been holding back on. If that means sucking a thousand cocks and swallowing gallons of cum, then good for you, but be careful. It's not all roses out there and you could get hurt, or sick. Don't let lust, as natural and healthy as we believe it is, cloud your judgment and lead you down a path that ruins your life."
In Jenny, I found a woman that satisfied my every dream and desire. Even now, she encouraged and aided me in fulfilling my sexual fantasies while trying to protect me from my possible poor judgment. If Bob could find someone like Jenny, then I could too. Spending the rest of my life with Ann now seemed bleak and disheartening.
That night, after dinner, Ann went back to our room to pack and Bob got involved in a lively conversation about football with a couple of fans he'd met earlier in the week. Jenny and I moved out to the terrace to enjoy the sound of the ocean and the cool evening breeze.
"Jenny," I said with resignation in my voice, "I'm going to leave Ann when we get back home. After spending this time with you, I know I can be happier. I just have to find the perfect woman."
"The perfect woman Pete. There's no such thing. Don't be rash and do anything foolish. Ann may not be perfect, but don't throw everything away on some fantasy that a perfect woman exists out there waiting for you to find her," Jen replied seriously.
"I think you're pretty perfect, Jen. I think you are every man's dream come true. You are kind, selfless, loving, and as sexy as hell. I just want to find a woman like you who isn't already taken," I chuckled, wondering if there may be a way we could squeeze in one more quick blowjob or fuck before we had to leave.
"You think you know me because we spent a week together? You think I'm wonderful because I'm sexually liberated and because you, Bob, and I fucked? You don't know all of me Peter. You don't know how selfish and how dark I can be. You don't know the things I've done and the secrets I carry. The things I am ashamed of. You want to know who I really am, go to the bar and get us a couple of drinks, and I'll tell you how perfect this woman really is."
I was kind of shocked by the change in demeanor, but I was intrigued, so I got us some drinks and joined her at a small table that was apart from the main crowd. I guess some privacy was in order for the story she was about to tell.
"Ok," I said as I put the drinks on the table and sat down. "Tell me about your darker side."
***** 2 - The Sibling
"Do you know I was born a twin?" she asked.
"No, you never mentioned any siblings."
"Jennifer and Anthony, Jenny and Tony, that's what my parents called us."
"Were you close? They say twins form particularly strong sibling bonds."
"In the early years," Jenny answered, "we were inseparable. We did everything together. We even played pee wee hockey together. But as we got older, it became obvious that Tony was the gifted one and I was just the average kid."
"Sounds like you're being hard on yourself."
"It's just reality. By ten years old, people were calling Tony a potential NHL player, but I was a second stringer at best. I quit hockey when it became painfully obvious that Tony's games were far more important to my family than mine were.
"Tony was athletic, charming, witty, and all the girls loved him. I was skinny, socially awkward, and slow to develop physically, so I received little attention from boys in those years when the size of your boobs determined your social position."
"How did Tony treat you during those years?" I asked.
"He was a good brother. We didn't spend as much time together as when we were children, but he was usually kind to me. We fought like all siblings do, but we had a good relationship overall.
"Unfortunately, that changed as the years passed. Tony's success just kept growing and with it, my parents' admiration and attention. He was becoming a real hockey star, and I was becoming, at least in my mind, insignificant. My jealousy and my insecurity became my demons and I picked fights with Tony on a regular basis."
"How did your parents react? Did they stand up for you? Support you?" I asked, feeling a bit sorry for Jen.
"They always took his side and Tony and I got to the point where we didn't speak unless we were fighting. I was lonely, angry, and didn't know how to deal with my emotions," Jenny explained, like she was feeling the hurt all over again.
"Did you have any close friends to confide in and, you know, just hang out with."
***** 3 - A New Friend
"Oh yeah, into the picture comes Wendy. Wendy's family moved to town when we were both eleven so she was the new girl in school. A little scrawny, like me, and awkward. We were naturally drawn together and became best friends. Both late bloomers, but when we bloomed, we both looked pretty fucking good. All of a sudden, boys wanted to talk to us, and even go on dates with us. Life was getting a bit better and I had my best friend to share it all with."
