My wife, Lori, and I participated in a bisexual orgy once. It all started when Lori had a lesbian affair. I didn't mind my wife having sex with another woman. The idea made me horny, in fact.
It happened shortly after we were married. Lori was working as a waitress at an expensive restaurant, and she became friends with one of the cooks, a guy named Fred. I met Fred a few times. He was a little weird, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. And he and my wife got along really well.
One night Fred invited us to his apartment for dinner. When we arrived he introduced us to his wife. I'll call her Liz. Liz was short; chunky in kind of a muscular way, with curly red hair. She was very friendly. And she had noticeably big, full, round breasts. She was wearing jeans and a tight white T-shirt, with no bra. The contour of her nipples showed right through the fabric. I had a hard time not staring at her tits.
My wife Lori has kind of olive skin and dark hair which, at that time reached halfway down her back. She has big breasts too, full and pendulous, and her nipples are big and brown. For some reason, the moment I met Liz, the image of her and Lori naked, kissing each other, popped into my mind.
At dinner Liz spilled something on one breast. She wiped herself off with a wet napkin. Her nipple really showed through the wet, clinging fabric. I could actually see the dark skin of her aureole against lightness of her tit. I got an erection just looking at it. It excited my wife, too. She reached over under the table and pressed on my penis through my pants. She looked at me with a smile when she felt that I had an erection.
The dinner was excellent. The guy was, after all, a professional cook. He had a bottle of really good red wine from Eastern Europe, and after dinner we all sat around the living room drinking and talking. In the course of the conversation it came out that the cook and his wife were contemplating a divorce.
"We get along just fine." Liz explained, "We never fight or anything. But we're just really different people." She looked at her husband. "Really, really different."
"How so?" I asked.
"I'm gay," said Fred.
That explained the weirdness I had felt around him. He had always seemed sort of shy and aggressive at the same time. I think he was sexually attracted to me, but didn't quite know how to deal with it. The thought occurred to me that if I just let him suck my dick, we'd probably get along better. I had to stifle my laughter at this thought. Little did I know.
"Actually," he went on, "I'm bisexual, but over the last few years I've been more and more attracted to men."
"And less and less attracted to me." said Liz. "And it's not that I resent it or anything. I understand. But we don't connect like we did before. So we're going our separate ways."
"But in a friendly way." said Fred. "Our parents are long time friends. They're disappointed that we're splitting up. They keep trying to talk us out of it."
He and Liz couldn't keep from laughing at this.
In the course of the evening's conversation Liz and Fred talked about their married life a lot, and how they coped with their different sexualities. Liz complained that Fred never let her watch him have sex with a man, but she told us that she had a very nice vibrator, which was how she kept herself satisfied in the absence of her husband's attentions.
I couldn't help but picture Liz naked, legs spread open, playing with her big, full breasts as she masturbated her cunt with her vibrator. It gave my cock a thrill.
When we left Fred and I shook hands and Liz gave my wife and I each a hug and kiss. I was surprised by the way Liz pushed her breasts and pelvis against me when she hugged me. And when she kissed me she pressed her open lips hard against mine and slid her tongue deep into my mouth. Then she did the same to Lori. They kissed a lot longer than I expected, and when they broke off they stood for a while, their arms around each other.
"Do you want to see my vibrator some time?" Liz asked Lori, teasingly.
"Yes, please, I'd love to,"my wife said, smiling.
They set a time for my wife to come visit Liz; my wife was off work the next afternoon. Liz was a leisure counselor or something at a retirement center, and worked nine to five. Fred would be just starting work at the restaurant then, and Liz would be alone. With her vibrator. Again, the image of Liz naked and masturbating flashed across my mind, and I started to get another little hardon.
As we waked down the stairs from their apartment the idea of Lori having lesbian sex with Liz was buzzing in my mind, making me hornier and hornier. As we walked to the car, I put my arm around her, slid my hand down to her ass, and felt her buttocks. She stopped, turned to me, and pulled my face to hers, and kissed me hard.
Her lips and mouth were hot. She pressed her tongue deep into my open mouth. I tasted the hungry wetness of her saliva. As our tongues caressed, I let my hands slide up under her clothes to squeeze her breasts. She sighed as her hand found my cock. As I kissed and nibbled her neck, my fingers fondled and pressed her nipples. We stood pressed against each other for a while by the car probing and fondling and licking each others' mouths and bodies.
Then she leaned my her over the hood of the car to present her ass to me. I pulled up her dress, reached around in front of her, and slid my hand down her panties. Her cunt was hot and soaking wet. I slid my fingers between her swollen labia, found her clitoris, and rubbed it hard.
She was so excited by our foreplay and the prospect of her upcoming lesbian sex date that she orgasmed almost immediately, crying out in short gasps as she writhed and squirmed against my fingers.
Then she turned, slipped her panties off, and started fumbling with my fly. I unzipped my pants and pulled my erect penis out. My wife turned over again, leaned over onto the hood of the car again, and stuck her naked ass out for me. I stroked and fondled her buttocks. They were wet with her secretions.
She pulled open her ass cheeks and to show me her moist, excited cunt. I rubbed it with the head of my excited cock, then, right out there in the open, in the parking lot, I slid my penis up into her hot pussy!
Lori orgasmed again when she felt my cock slide up into her. I pumped my dick in and out of her, stroking her body and squeezing her nipples through her clothes.
Then the sweetness of her spasming pussy on my cock overcame me, and I just had to cum! I squirted hot sperm up inside her over and over as she pressed her quivering ass against me and squirmed and panted and moaned.
When she finally went limp, we disengaged and got in the car. I don't know if anybody watched us fuck or not. We didn't see anyone. For a while Lori leaned against me kind of dreamily as I drove.
But as we drove along she kind of slid down in the seat and started stroking my penis through my pants again. Then she carefully unzipped me and took my dick out of my pants. She fondled it for a while, then put her head in my lap, took my cock in her mouth and sucked it until it was hard.
By the time we pulled up in our driveway I was fucking her mouth enthusiastically, and the minute we got inside the house we stripped naked and fucked like crazy till we both orgasmed all over each other again.
The next afternoon was Lori's lesbian date with Liz. When Lori went over to their apartment, Liz answered the door in a white terrycloth bathrobe. She had obviously just showered; her curly red hair was wet, and she smelled very fresh and feminine and delicious. When she kissed my wife hello she probed her tongue deep into my wife's mouth again, and my horny little wife felt a thrill of excitement in her cunt.
They went into the kitchen and Liz poured some of Fred's very nice wine, and they sat together at the kitchen table for a while talking. My wife is a very good listener, and Liz spoke more freely than she had the night before about her frustration with her marriage. She talked about how she hadn't had sex with a man for months.
She said that one night, when Fred had a man over for sex, she had hidden in the bedroom closet and masturbated herself while she watched the two of them ass-fuck each othe. It was exciting; she could really feature herself sucking or sitting on one guy's cock while the other guy put a dick up his asshole.
But when, the next day, she suggested that she participate in his homosexual sex, Fred was absolutelty against the idea. So the net result of that episode was just to make her hornier and more miserable.
At one point Liz began to cry and Lori got up and held her, cradling her head against her breasts. My wife was comforting Liz, but she was also enjoying having Liz's cheek pressed against her nipple. My wife, thinking ahead, hadn't worn a bra, and she was really enjoying the feeling of Liz's warm face on her tits.
After a while Liz kind of cried herself out. She smiled, up at Lori, apologized, and wiped her face and eyes. Then, without saying much, she took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. The bed was neatly made up and turned down. The vibrator was laying on a pillow. It was translucent gel, hot pink, and shaped exactly like a nice sized erect penis.
