Reader: this is the second part of the series Bisexual Affair with Married Couple. This takes place the next morning after the My First Night with Ed story. Hope you enjoy and leave feedback.
I woke up the next morning, adjusting my eyes to the filtered sunlight that filled the spacious bedroom. I rolled over, hoping to find my lover in bed with me, my hard cock looking for a warm hole to start the day in. But the bed was empty, and I needed to pee as well, so I rolled out of bed and made my way over to the ensuite bathroom.
I stopped to look at my naked body in the large mirror above the twin sinks, noticing the bottle of lube and empty condom wrapper still sitting out on the counter. After I finished, I thought about using the toothbrush on the electric charger but took a scoop of water in my hand and just rinsed my mouth with water instead.
As I emerged from the bedroom, I could hear music faintly coming from the main area down the hallway, while the aroma of coffee filled the air. I walked down the hallway, and as I entered the main living area, I could see Ed lounging at the kitchen bar in a robe, reading the Sunday Tribune. He looked up from his paper as he heard me walking towards him, entering the sun drenched kitchen area.
"Good morning," he said, folding up the newspaper in his hand and rising from the barstool to meet me, opening his arms and welcoming me into a warm embrace that I entered happily. He broke the hug and gave me a quick peck on my left cheek as he released me and returned to his seat.
"I hope you slept well, you looked so cute this morning when I woke up," he added, picking up the discarded paper. He was in a very chipper mood, and didn't seem to be wearing any of the effects of his alcohol consumption from the previous night.
"Yeah, I did," I replied, walking around the counter towards the coffee machine. There was also a plate of fruit and some croissants laid out next to an empty coffee mug. "That sun is brutal in the morning though; I can't believe you're able to sleep in there."
"Ah, yeah, that's true. The first thing my wife did when we bought this place was to have electric blinds installed. We have them throughout the place actually, we get some really bright reflections off the other buildings at certain times of the year. I was a little, um, worse for the wear last night or I would have closed them before I went to sleep."
"Yeah, you passed out on me pretty quickly," I added with a slight chuckle, holding a now filled coffee cup in my hand, but looking around for cream.
"You wore me out last night" he said from behind the pages of the Business section.
"Last night was incredible," I replied, walking around the counter behind him and placing my hands on his shoulders. I leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I was hoping you'd still be in bed when I woke up." I took my left hand off his shoulder and slid it down his open robe to find his naked, hairy chest.
"I usually wake up so horny in the morning," and brought my right hand across and squeezed his nipple slightly, Ed opening his mouth, emitting a slight moan in response.
He set the paper on the counter and turned in his chair to face me, both of his hands instantly dropping to my hardening cock, as both of his hands started to fondle my rising erection and balls.
"I love your cock, Tom," he said to me, looking me in the eyes, his hands continuing their ministrations on my cock and balls. "Mmm, and I'm definitely going to ride this big thing again before you leave," he continued before suddenly removing his hands from me. "But let's have some coffee and relax a little first, I have a couple ideas I think you'll like," and he turned back away from me, and picked up the newspaper again.
I pouted briefly, and realizing this wasn't going to have its desired effect on Ed, picked up my coffee and walked back around to the other side of the counter. "Do you have any half and half?" I asked him.
"Yeah, there's some in a bottle in the fridge. I take my coffee black, so I didn't get any out. But my wife keeps some in a bottle in there, red lid."
"Like your coffee like you like your men, huh?" I said playfully, opening the meticulously managed refrigerator and finding a small glass bottle with a red lid labeled 'cream' that I pulled out.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Nothing, just a dumb joke," I responded, adding a pinch of cream to my coffee and returning the bottle to the fridge. I walked back to the counter, so I was facing the newspaper he held to his face. "I was making an inference that since you like black coffee, you also like black men."
"Ahh," he said from behind the paper, no amusement in his tone. "Never been with a black guy. Why? Is that your thing?" he added, shuffling the paper loudly as he changed pages.
"No, me neither." I replied, letting a silence fill the space before adding, "I like older white guys I can call, 'daddy', remember?"
He tucked the corner of the page so I could see his face, "Yes, I remember," and flipped the page fully open again. "It hasn't come up, as such, for me just yet. But who knows, maybe in the future?" He folded up the paper and put it on the counter in front of him. "This is relatively new for me, at least playing with guys one-on-one is new. My wife and I attended a couple sex parties in the past where I played with some of the men there, but these were mainly guys my age or so. I've only had a few one-one-one experiences, and you're the youngest guy I've been with by quite a margin. Only guy I've spent the night with, too."
"Wow, I feel really honored," I replied, not sure exactly what to say. "I enjoyed last night a lot; I hope this isn't a one-night thing. I live alone, you could come over to my place if you think your wife is going to be an iss..."
"No, no," he chuckled a little, "my wife is fully aware that I brought you home and you spent the night last night. That won't be an issue at all. She's the one who has been encouraging me to explore my bi side more, she wants me to find someone I can be with like this and not go out to parties or a string of random guys I find online, there's a lot of risk in that given my profession and our social friends."
"Yeah, I get that, must be a little scary you'll pick-up somebody from work or something?"
"Exactly," he responded. "I've got to be a little careful with who I solicit, I don't need the partners in my firm or my family finding out about this."
"And your wife's just cool with you fucking other guys?" I asked rather abruptly.
"This isn't a 'new' thing for me, it's something she's been aware of since we were first married. I used to sneak off to an adult bookstore and meet men there. But as I rose professionally, and attention drew to places like that, I couldn't use those anymore. She was the first person to fuck my ass," he continued. "She has a strap-on and a series of dildos she uses on me. And then she found these sex parties for us: discreet affairs, everyone's wearing an eye mask. A lot of those parties are set-up for the guys who like guys -- and the women who like women -- to play, so I got more experience with men through those parties. But over the last year or two is the first time we've talked about me finding a partner I could see regularly."
