Try-Sexuality

Roadtrips are a great way for friends to bond. For my husband Sean and I, it was especially good to catch up with friends who had come over from New Zealand to partake in a road trip around Australia. It had been business as usual as we took in the sights, visited historic locations and drank a lot of wine. One of the more magical weekends on the trip happened to be at Margaret River in Western Australia, a premier wine growing area I had dreamed of visiting ever since I moved to Australia. It was a rather warm night in August - unusually warm actually. It meant we gathered around the campervans with our friends and we were really enjoying the company of dear Callum who I knew from an old job back at home. After a lovely meal of steak with roasted vegetable salad, we knocked back a few local wines overlooking the vineyard we happened to be staying at. It was just really pleasant and a great way to chill out.

Whilst everyone else decided to go to bed early, Callum retreated to our hotel suite. The cushy furniture was perfect for drunken lazing about. The three of us kept looking at each other, and I suddenly remembered something Sean had said a couple of years prior. You see, Callum and I had a prior history that did end rather badly and had only been really rectified in the last couple of years after Callum's marriage ended. I thought I had got the idea out of him out of my head with seemingly so much water passing under the bridge. There was Sean on one side and Callum on the other with a glass of red looking precariously like it was going to topple over and stain the pristine carpet. Sean made the move.

"Hey...Callum...there is something I feel I need to confess. You know what my past was like. I think you always knew I liked you in a slightly different way. But can you answer something for me?"

"His past" being the fact he deemed himself bisexual and in fact, dated men before he met me. Well fuck me, this is déjà vu. Callum looked a bit perplexed, and I don't blame him.

"You, Kylie. A close relationship, right? The way you look at her sometimes makes me think you want to fuck her and to fuck her hard too. Would I be right?"

Sean sounded quite serious. It had me worried. Callum looked at me. "I have wanted to do that for years. Ever since we ended things..."

I spat out my white wine, my face went burning red and I ran off. I hadn't been quite prepared for that answer and for it to be so forthcoming. I hid in the toilet of all places. I could overhear the two of them out there. It was like listening to a half tuned radio station, I could only just make out what they were talking about. The conversation had revolved about how happy Sean would be if Callum did indeed fuck me, and how Sean would even like to be able to watch. OH MY FUCKING GOD. Am I really hearing this???

I wanted to sink even further down the loo. I had my face in my hands and felt like my long black fingernails were somehow protecting me from the porn I could hear. I felt even more ashamed that my underwear was soaking wet and I was horny as hell. I can't just stay in the loo now, can I?

Callum had been wanting to do me for years.

The first thing I said to him when I came out was why he hadn't done something sooner. He said some bullshit about wanting to protect the apparent sanctity of our friendship. He felt I was untouchable in some way. He said he just got more confused as I continued to flourish especially given he knew my husband and I were swingers.

Callum sighed. "I can't quite believe this. I thought I would be kidding myself if I ever thought there was some chance of "going back there".

Sean had a smile on his face but had something else to say. "We are drunk. Really fucking drunk. Maybe we should sleep on it, and see how we feel in the morning".

I whispered an "okay" and said goodnight to Callum. However, I felt incredibly unsatisfied. I always get horny when I was drunk. Sean and I had sex of course, but it felt a bit odd. I wasn't satisfied and neither was he.

To my surprise, I woke without a hangover - it must have been all that water I chugged back post-coital. Post-faroutthatwasreallyfuckingbadsex more like. That was not normal form for Sean and I. I put my robe on and crept into the other bedroom. This robe was a winner. The silk would magically stick to my curves and my tits looked stunning in it. It was a gift I had received from a former lover the year before who thought it would be a good thing for me to wear when I was pregnant. But it was so sexy.

When I looked through the ajar door, Callum was lying there. I didn't realize he was awake and looking at an empty bottle of wine and a selection of porno magazines I had no idea he read. You learn new things about people on the road. Callum's room was always locked and the door was always shut when he was in there. He must have heard my footsteps and he knew straight away it was me. He rolled over and looked right at me and I felt like he had just stared into the deepest part of my soul.

"You were serious last night, Kylie?" he queried.

Again, that red flush filled my cheeks and I felt a flood downstairs, I swear my lubrication was going down my leg. I approached him. I knew now was not the time to do anything, because he was so serious. I went to lean over the bed and my breasts threatened to spill from their silken confines right into his face. That would be right; he had probably been ogling at my chest for years.

"Dead serious. Sean and I had this discussion a few years ago. At the time, again, we were drunk and didn't know whether we should even ask, you were married at the time. We thought maybe we had misread your signals". That word had not even escaped when I began to imagine wrapping my lips around his big hard cock and how I could literally blow him away to somewhere he had never been before. I had always prided myself in that department; I had had a lot of experience. I had the cloud lifted. Callum had responded to say, that he...as a sober man...was definitely signing up for the ride of his life. I told him to wait till Sean woke up, so we could perhaps discuss the finer points.

It was mid-afternoon before Sean awoke. He had a bit of a hangover. I had gotten dressed and had been sitting outside, admiring the view across the vineyard. There was a somewhat heady scent in the air and I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. Callum was with me. We did little but relax and share Cheshire Cat smiles with each other. The sexual tension was thick; it could have been cut with a knife. The tensions break when your fellow road trippers, their other halves and eventually their kids think you have chosen the perfect spot to sit down and chat. I didn't want to chat. I just wanted Callum to bend me over his bed and thrust his cock into me and just bang me hard. I held that thought in mind. I also imagined him fucking me with his tongue and getting my juice all over his face while I quivered in intense delight.

It was a slow afternoon and we had another night at the winery. As the sunset, I felt like it had also set on my what now seemed a mundane life. I didn't know what the night had in mind. Sean and Callum had disappeared. They had apparently gone to our bedroom and set about changing the sheets to silk ones, scenting the room with ylang-ylang and making sure some things were in place. In fact, I didn't know they were hiding from me in there. I went to change into some black lingerie. When I think about it now, I am sure it was deliberate. I didn't wear black lingerie often; it was only for gloriously wanton occasions. At the time I thought of nothing about cupping my breasts with an expanse of black lace, rolling on fishnets, a garter belt and some rather flimsy black panties. I forced a black bandage dress over my body. Silly me thought we were going out somewhere. When I think about it, Sean was not the sort of man who cared most for this sort of dressing, he would rather have just had it there for him to see.

I walked through the door when I felt Callum grab me from behind. It was quite forceful and I had never felt him quite grab me like that before. A hand on my hips was akin to the blossoming of a flower. What was the point of my underwear? It was damp from my pussy and I could definitely feel the juice running. It didn't take much to get me excited. I could feel my nipples harden.

It couldn't have felt more natural. He held me close, slowly danced me around, with the slight touch of his hand being quite a jolt to my system. It was like a slow dance into ecstasy. I hate to sound clichéd but I was really quite looking forward to this. I actually had worried about how I was going to be able to sustain a long term relationship and had almost resigned to myself that I was to be a slave to the notion of monogamy. Not quite. I was rather happy Sean saw swinging as an option. Foreign dick keeps the husband on his toes.

Callum arched me over the bed and I could feel his lips caressing my stomach. I willed him to go further. Out of the darkness came Sean. He was dressed in a simple black robe as he scanned the room and looked right at me. He sat in a chair in the corner of the room where he has the best view in the suite. I had somewhat forgotten about this part of the deal, where Sean had said he wanted to watch and not participate in any other way other than to give guidance.

I lay flat on my back and spread my legs, the pressure was quite intense. Wow, never mind the fact he was going to soon plunge that much-wanted cock deep in me, but the whole scenario was a bit of a mind fuck. Those black panties of mine were merely nothing under the sheer weight of wetness. Starting from my feet, he ran his hands up the insides of my legs, up towards my thighs. Sean just watched intently. I was waiting for him to say something, but the look he gave seemed to indicate he was pleased with how Callum was going so far. Oh my god...

He slipped his hand under my underwear and he was greeted with a musky sweet scent that was all of my own. I just about orgasmed right there. But as the seconds passed, I was becoming slightly more nervous. Even though I tended to be full of bravado at times, I still worried I would be a disappointment.

"Well, you achieved the first goal, Callum. She gets very wet. It is incredibly inviting and extremely addictive"

Callum said nothing and neither did I. I rose so he could take my bra off, and suddenly those boobs of mine were set free. I hadn't seen them quite so flushed and full looking. His hands were so gentle. He felt so different from Sean. Sean wasn't rough or anything, he was just a bit rugged I guess. Those hands felt silky soft and they were feeling my tits. They stood the test of time despite having three children. Those nipples of mine were stiff. Even when his hand had moved away, I could feel a lingering and much longing sensation for more.

"Hey, Callum...I think she wants her pussy to be eaten. She does like that a lot. But I want you to get in there, and I want you to make him her cum as hard, if not more, than I can. You will need to bury your face between her legs and show her who is boss"

I heard a sharp intake of breath and Callum positioned himself down there. I could sense him just watching me and watching me become more excited because my cunt was just begging for it. I just needed it so...fucking...bad.

Hang on a minute, my underwear was still on. He asked me to raise my legs so he could slip them off. I swear I could almost hear a wet slap of sound, they were that soaked. I could feel his fingers spread my lips apart and the cool air hit them. The flat of his tongue hit my pussy and he just started this long, wet licks. At first, his tongue was checking out the clefts down there, till he had found the entrance and then to preceded to fuck me with his tongue. I could feel it wiggling around in my cunt and he got a fair whack of my juice in his mouth. He wasn't complaining.

"You fuck her with your tongue, Callum. But here is another thing...she is a screamer...but she is going to have to keep quiet and be pent up...we don't really want the others hearing do we?"

Callum was an obedient man. His tongue pulled up and started making gentle strokes over my clitoris. I didn't think I could be any wetter if I tried. He was twirling his tongue around it and my chest began to flush red again. Fuck...I just wanted to scream. I hadn't felt any sensation quite like that and the wanting to be fucked good and hard was calling at me. I didn't think I would be able to last much longer. That hole of mine has to be filled. I needed something, something that belonged to Callum.

It hadn't occurred to me that I had never seen his cock in all its glory for many years. He had a robe on. He had a very noticeable erection. I kicked myself for not even offering my services to run my tongue over his shaft and have him fuck my mouth. I felt a bit selfish. But it was me who needed the pleasuring. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. It was a harping back to the old times where I had a different lover every week. We don't eat at the same restaurant every day, why are we same with our lovers? Philosophy was well and truly out the window.

"Goddamn it, Callum! I want to see your dick. I can see the shape and I can almost feel it!"

At the moment, the hole was plugged. He had slipped his fingers into me. Sean had got out of his seat and had whispered it in his ear. I hadn't even noticed he had come over. Not for a moment did his tongue stop. He was still flicking my clit and that was wiping my wetness clean. I felt dirty, good dirty. I could feel those two fingers stroking the inside of me and I couldn't help but force down on them so I could trap them. I just imagined his cock would feel different. I could imagine feeling every single one of those engorged veins and hoped it would be silky soft. Everything else had been so far. I had a tight pussy and I still have. It has been capable of making a man ejaculate incredibly quickly. I couldn't be too tight, otherwise, I would not have him thrusting into me, and those fingers were fucking me damn fine. My breathing became deeper. I remembered what Sean had said -- I was to be quiet.

I couldn't be quiet. That tense, musk and sweat-filled air was punctuated by the sounds of my moans and me calling Callum's name over and over. Callum was not exactly quiet, he let me know he was enjoying it too. I felt flooded and arched my back, thrusting my hips and squishing my cunt in his face. It meant his fingers penetrated me deeper. He was well and truly buried and I don't know he could breathe, the man was a machine. Sean was good at this too, you see. I had to wonder if the two had shared tips in the past. I was moving so much, I almost came right off the bed. I just felt the building up inside and I just needed a release. I had to relax into it. The rhythm of his tongue and his fingers was a perfect tune. It was a revelation for me and a sensation that would to him, taste incredibly sweet. The rhythm was right for us to be lovers. I felt like I didn't want it to end, but the pressure down there was quite intense.

"Go! Keep going! You fuck that pussy, you eat that pussy, and you make her cum, you make her cum harder than she has ever cum before!"

Well, I lost it then. I howled the room down; I had exploded all over his face. The vibrations ran right through me, and my pussy contracted so hard, he could barely move his fingers. He could feel me gripping on them and he thought how shortly, his stirring cock would have the same fate. It was much bigger than his fingers and he wondered if my slit had the same power.

I put my arms above my head and across my eyes. I hadn't even had the time to contemplate what happened next. As I looked down, the robe had come off and there was his dick, fully erect and throbbing at the thought of entering me. He lay between my legs so I could feel his cock against my stomach and merely grazing me. His face was wet with me. His lips met my lips. He put his tongue, still tainted with my musk in my mouth and started to kiss. It was quite something to taste myself and I thought I did taste sweet. I could hardly believe he had been kissing me down there moments before. He moved slightly, so his cock was right against my slit. I moved my hips forward in the hope he would just slip in. I could almost feel his cock beating. He backed up a bit, and I could feel the tip just poking me ever so slightly.

I had to say something. "Can you please just fuck me? I have waited for years for this. Why are you teasing me?" I wasn't being a bitch, I was begging. You do not make me orgasm like that and not fulfil your own obligations!

He grabbed my legs and placed them over his shoulders. I had on impossibly high heels and my fishnets had torn. I felt like a hooker and that was not a bad feeling. It was the feeling of power and control and the thought I may just be irresistible. His hands ran over the fishnets and they dragged on my skin. Callum looked at me. There were no words. It was just the feeling of wanting, and wanting to be banged. It took one clean swipe and his cock slammed into me. I instantly felt pleasure again; it was quite nice to have my cunt full of his cock. I doubted he would last much longer.

Where was Sean? He was still there. He was still calling out to Callum, he never really spoke to me. I was not the one who needed teaching. He was thrusting his cock in and out of me and it was hitting the spot. "Fuck her hard. She needs to feel that cock of yours. She will show you what she is made of if she has not shown you already. Suck that orgasm out of him, Kylie"

I couldn't help but sigh with pleasure and I was not quiet. I wouldn't have been surprised if the rest of the party heard us. The harder he thrust his hard cock into me, the tighter I squeezed down on him. I was able to make my pussy slide down his shaft like a vibrating ripple. It was all about the rhythm. The hard cock screwed me, with his balls slapping against my ass. There was quite a forcefulness I hadn't yet seen. My pussy was a warm and tight place, most welcoming for his cock. I had my breast bouncing around and already displaying the sex flush I commonly got with these sorts of things. It was like a marker to say yes, Kylie was fucked today.

He could barely contain himself. No words were needed. I felt his breathing change and it felt like it had moved all the way down to his cock inside of me. He was going faster. It was not just my turn to make noise he did too. He couldn't even keep his head upright. He was right up against my stockings. He spasmed into me, shooting his wad deep inside. It was a flood in there. He took his cock out and climbed to lie on top of me. It was nice to just feel the weight of him. He got up.

I just lay there. I was still topless, had my pussy leaking all over the silk sheets. I came over all shy all of a sudden and felt a bit embarrassed. I just started giggling uncontrollably. Callum gave Sean a hug.

It was a job well done apparently. I got up from the bed; I looked like a woman who had had a really good fuck. My stockings were torn, my eyeliner was weeping, I was heavily scented by my own perfume and my hair was in disarray. I suddenly felt very tired. I had to crash back down to the bed. Sean came over and remove my heels, Callum took my stockings off. I removed the garter belt. Bear in mind, the bed Sean and I shared was huge. Both men climbed in next to me to shower me in one huge hug. I felt like all three of us were fused together for life now. Still, I could never be sure where this was going to go. Callum got up to have a shower. I could hear the water running and again my mind was thinking of that water hitting his beautiful body. All that running, swimming and cycling came to good use.