(Reading parts 1, 2, 3 & 4 will help understand the flow of my story into the world of bisexual pleasures)
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After that smoking session with Harry I tried to rationalise my feelings. He and I had now been playing with each other's cocks for a few months now. His big, thick and hot 10 inches mesmerised me whenever I saw it, and Harry never missed an opportunity to do so! But I was getting worried. I was loving it too much. That was the bottom line.
True, I still dated girls and made out with them as much as was allowed in those days, but more than once I found myself kissing and fondling a sexy young girl, but thinking of Harry's cock at the same time!
I loved girls. I loved going out with them, making out with them, their breasts, their legs - I am definitely a "legs man" to this day - everything about them in fact. But there was no denying that the bisexual sessions Harry and I had were a huge turn-on too.
Was I turning gay?
Would I end up wanting only cocks?
I did not want that for myself. In those days, the idea of bisexuality was not that well known. You were a man's man or you were a homosexual, simple!
So I purposely started to avoid Harry, avoid situations when we would be in the same place and definitely avoided being alone with him at all costs. I threw myself into dates and dances with girls, back-row cinema sessions with them, anything to get the "Harry incidents" as far away from me as possible.
But ours was not that big a town that this could succeed for long.
I had started going more or less steady with Christine, a very beautiful young girl, five years younger than me. She had a great sense of humour. She was a terrific dancer and we both loved going to discos and showing off our moves. She also had those long, long legs that, as the saying goes, went all the way up one side, then down the other way! She also had breasts full and with amazingly large nipples. I loved sucking in them, and she loved that even more. But beside all those physical attributes, she really was an amazing young lady!
Yes, I was falling in love with her.
Chris was way ahead of me there, she had loved me for a long time, if only from a distance. So, we started to make plans for our joint future.
Harry, you ask? Yes, he was around, part of the bigger social group we had in those days, but all credit to him, seeing how the relationship between Chris and I was getting more and more serious, Harry too avoided anything more than surface social contact with me. He respected my unspoken choices and that way proved to be a sincere friend.
I will not talk that much about Chris and I. Eventually we got married and in fact our sex life was nothing short of spectacular for each other. Gradually the "Harry incidents" were fading from my mind and I thought they were just the effect of rampant youth hormones seeking any outlet.
One thing Chris loved was sexy underwear. A perfect gift for her, be it birthday, anniversary or whatever, was a new set of lingerie. With her quite spectacular figure, I pandered to this as she would love modelling the lingerie for me at the most unexpected moments.
I would be walking up the stairs to our 3rd floor flat and she'd open the door just in black lace knickers, matching bra and garter belt, finished off with black sheer seamed stockings! I am sure I hold the Olympic record for running up three flights of steps, even undressing partially along the way!
There were times we did not even have time to fully close the main door while we made love on the carpeted foyer, much to the delight and/or disgust of some of our neighbours! It was after one such love-making session, in our bed this time, sparked off by a new set of lingerie, that we were dozing off, spooning, with her behind me. Somewhere in that semi-dream state I felt Chris pressing her cunt on my ass. I must tell you, she had one of those fat, protruding cunt lips I would bury my face into to slurp her flowing juices. Camel-toe? Definitely and in a big size too!
The heat from her cunt was palpable and like a flash, I remembered Harry! I pressed back into her, still not fully awake.
"You like that?"
"Hhmm?"
"You like feeling my big pussy against your ass?"
I was unsure how to reply. But she laughed nicely and hugged herself tighter against me.
"Why not admit it? I know you are not gay, but I also know you like me playing with your ass."
I pushed back against her.
"Yes, yes I like that, but only because it is you, your fat pussy, its heat..."
"Here, let me hold your cock while I fuck you with my cunt"
