The Meaning Of No

Yeah. It all went wrong before it got better.

It started when I was on a dating app. I'm bi, but I'm not all that into having relationships with guys; I just enjoy the sex. For romance and companionship, I prefer women, but once you're past thirty it gets more complicated. People want to settle down and raise a family, not so much have hook-ups.

Well, most people. In my case I'm not interested in having a family. Ever since I came out as bi, I've been having too much fun for that. But I was finding it a little hard to meet women, so I signed up to a dating app.

And after a few months of one-date encounters which fizzled out and never went anywhere, I was beginning to think that it was never going to happen. That's when I found Deanna's profile.

Deanna was my age, and she made it very clear that she wasn't looking for a husband. Because she already had a husband.

But he was away a lot, and she was looking for a guy to have some discreet fun who was a 'little bit kinky' and was 'imaginative'.

It was accompanied by a picture from the neck down of a woman's figure in a t-shirt and jeans. She had broad shoulders, ripped arms, long, powerful legs, and was obviously not wearing a bra, because her boobs, although not very big, looked very natural.

I understood why she didn't want to show her face. Her body was to die for. At least, I thought so, because I find strong-looking women very sexy. Anyone who's bi knows that we often swing a little harder in one direction than the other, and looking at Deanna's body, even in casual clothes, I was reminded again that I'm definitely bi, not just in some pupal stage towards discovering I was gay.

So I swiped right.

Well, I didn't think anything was going to happen, but to my surprise, a day or so later, we matched. I came home from work one evening to find a message from her:

'Hi, good-looking. I'm Deanna. So what are your kinks? ;)'

I wrote back:

'Hi! Well, it's not really a kink, but I'm bisexual.'

'Ooo! Interesting. Do you mean bicurious or have you gone the full way?'

'Oh, I've been with guys.'

'Mmmm. I've never been with a guy who's been with a guy. It's hot. Is it rude to ask straight away what you got up to?'

I smiled to myself.

'Kinda, but since you ask, I like being a bottom.'

There was a pause.

'That's so hot. I'm having thoughts now. You want to get together and talk about it?'

I was delighted. Many women seem to get turned off by the idea of being with a bi guy, but Deanna seemed to be positively aroused by the idea.

We made arrangements for me to go to her house a couple of nights later. That's how it got started.

I showed up dressed in something that made me look good, and I brought wine. I rang the doorbell and, after a moment, a shape loomed up in the frosted glass and the door opened.

Deanna was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, very like the ones she'd been wearing in the photo. She had blonde hair swept back from her forehead and tied behind her head, blue eyes with quite thick dark eyebrows, and full lips. I noticed that her hair was bleached, or highlighted, I never really know the difference; her roots were showing. That was fine with me.

And, she was tall. Even barefoot as she was, she was my height. She was an intensely physical presence, even a formidable one.

Now, I'm not normally into blondes. I find the classic blonde to be a bit boring-looking.

But Deanna had something a bit more earthy about her--perhaps the fact that she wasn't a real blonde. She looked fresh-faced and cheerful, like a model in a catalogue for outdoor clothes--except that she could also have been an off-duty soldier.

She smiled at me, and stepped aside.

'Not disappointed in my face, I hope,' she said. Her voice was low and rather husky.

'Not at all,' I said, smiling.

'Come on in.'

I entered, and we held eye contact as I did so.

Deanna padded down the hall to the kitchen and I followed her, feeling slightly underdeveloped, but flattered that this gorgeous amazon seemed to be into me.

'So,' she said, 'obviously I'm gonna trust you to be a bit discreet about this.'

'Obviously,' I said.

There were two glasses on the table. Deanna went to the fridge and took out a bottle of prosecco. She ripped off the foil cap and wire cage, and with a single sharp turn, jerked the cork out.

'Fancy a drink?' she said. 'I'm having one. I'm a bit nervous.'

And she chuckled.

'I'd love one,' I said.

She sat down and indicated the seat opposite from her, and poured us wine.

'I don't know why you're nervous,' I said. 'I reckon you could probably take me in a fight.'

'What makes you say so,' she said, smiling rather thinly, as if not sure whether to be flattered.

I indicated a picture on the dresser, of Deanna in karate clothes, in a dojo somewhere, smiling and shaking the hand of a Japanese-looking guy.

To my relief, she smiled and then laughed.

'Aw, yeah. Fair enough. Yeah, I do a bit of that.'

'Well, I don't do anything like that. So I'm sure you could overpower me.'

She flashed her eyebrows at me and looked me up and down, as if to say Maybe we should test that later.

'So I'm married, obviously,' she said.

'I'm not.'

'Yeah. Technically I'm the cheater, here.'

I shrugged. I looked around; there was a picture of Deanna outdoors, in a fancy dress, on the arm of a big guy with a lantern jaw wearing a suit.

'That your husband,' I said.

'Yeah,' she said.

'He's gorgeous,' I said, which was true: he was a hunk.

'You're bi, aren't you,' she said. She had a peculiar flat drawl which made her sound very hard to impress.

'Yes.'

'How's that work?'

'Different for everyone. I'm about 60 per cent into women, 40 per cent into men, but that's over time. So some days I'm super into women, and other days I'm queer as a three-pound-note.'

'Must be very confusing,' she said, and sipped her wine.

'I've learned to live with it.'

'Have you had a lot of sex with guys?'

'I've had sex with as many guys as women, but one difference.'

'What's that?'

'The guys were all one-night stands,' I said.

'So you're, what's the word.'

'Heteromantic,' I said, smiling.

'Yeah,' she said. 'Don't fall in love with me, though. This is just a bit of fun.'

'That's fine,' I said.

'Let's see how it goes.'

'Whatever you want.'

Deanna regarded me for a long moment.

'You're quite submissive, aren't you,' she said.

'Yes,' I said.

'Great.'

* * *

Half an hour later we were in her bedroom, pleasantly buzzed from the wine.

Deanna was in her bra and panties, sitting on the bed. I was standing before her in my boxers.

She smiled up at me, and slowly pulled my boxers down, stripping me naked.

I gasped a little. I love being the only one who's not wearing anything, although I was also dying to see Deanna in all her magnificence.

'Turn around,' she said.

I turned around before her. She stroked my bare bum and I came around and faced her again.

'Your turn,' I said smiling.

'I'm gonna keep these on,' she said, smiling back. 'Just for now.'

'Okay.'

She took my cock in her hand and pulled on it. I was already hard, and I gasped.

'Love that arse,' she said. 'You take guys in there?'

'Sometimes.'

'So you're a bottom?'

'With women, I'm versatile.'

'Oh, are you,' she said archly.

She slapped my arse, quite hard, and I gasped again.

'I watch gay porn,' she said matter-of-factly.

'So do I.'

'I love watching all twinks being turned to jelly by having a real man up their arse.'

'Yeah.'

'It's not quite as sexy when it's two guys and they're both ripped. It's better when one of them's more girly.'

Deanna smiled up at me and ran her hands up and down my belly and thighs. She moved them around to my arse and cupped my buttocks in her hands.

'I know what I need to do with you,' she purred, and she stood up.

And then she grabbed me, and hoisted me into the air.

'Fuck,' I said, startled.

'I know you want me,' she said. 'I just want to show you who's the boss around here.'

'O-okay.'

She abruptly tossed me onto the bed. I landed on my back, and she sat astride my head, pressed me down with her arms, leaned over and started sucking my cock.

Naked and helpless, I couldn't even return the favour, as she was wearing tight, sporty briefs and a bra.

And Deanna was really good at blowjobs.

I lay beneath her, feeling only my increasingly helpless desire rising inside me as she sucked me off, dominating me.

'Oh, god,' I whimpered.

'That's it,' she purred, taking her mouth off my cock for a moment. 'Give it up.'

'Oh god, you're... you're gonna make me come... oh please... no... please, no...'

Deanna went back to sucking me, and my hips were moving, and my whimpers were getting higher and more rhythmic, and I felt she knew what was coming because she moved one hand up and jerked me off as she sucked on me.

She pressed her crotch into my face and I made muffled whimpers, and she squeezed my head with her hard thighs. I was frantic with desire. I wasn't sure whether I wanted this to go on, or me to fuck her, or her to...

Her fist pistoned my cock and I couldn't help it, I was helplessly cumming.

She sucked up my cum, and then pulled her head back and my cock came out of her mouth. She got off me, rolled me onto my belly and spat my own cum over my thighs and my arse.

I felt her fingers smearing my cum over my own asshole.

'Oh no,' I gasped. Before I had time to move, she was mounting my naked hips and I felt a dildo being pressed between my buttocks and against my slippery asshole.

'Fuck,' I whimpered, but she placed her hand on the back of my head and pushed my face into the quilt, and then she pushed the dildo into my arse.

I sprawled on my face beneath Deanna, whimpering helplessly while she buggered me, but from the way she was humping me I knew she had to be getting off on it. I squirmed beneath her. Her legs were trapping mine and her weight was holding me down, but I was so overwhelmed by being buggered by her that I could barely move anyway.

She did it for a long time, and I think she came several times, from the sound of her moans, but then, finally, so did I, a second time, weakly, from the sheer overwhelming force of this strong, sexy woman holding me down and fucking my ass.

I lay there, limp and sweaty, and Deanna rolled off me. I turned my head to one side and looked at her.

She was also sweaty and flushed, and was smiling, her eyes closed. Her chest rose and fell, her black bra dark with sweat, her skin shining.

Finally she turned her head and looked at me.

'That was fab,' she said. 'Chris would never let me do that to him.'

I lay there, my pride bruised, my arsehole still tingling.

'Are you gonna take those off,' I said.

'You're so hung up on that,' she said, and slapped my bare arse and sat up.

'You'd better shower,' she said.

'So that's it?'

'You came, didn't you?'

'Yes,' I admitted.

'So that's what this is,' she said. 'A bit of fun.'

'I get that,' I said.

I eyed her as she lay there, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling, smiling slightly. The victorious queen.

'Am I ever going to see you out of them,' I said, indicating her underwear.

She turned and looked at me for a second, then she rose up and, in one motion, pulled down her panties, and sat on my face, her knees astride my head.

I made a muffled gasp of shock and then I stuck out my tongue and tasted her wet vulva, the hairs damp and sticky. That clean, slightly fishy smell I loved in women. Her damp buttocks were pressing my eyes closed.

She made a deep sigh and ground on my face for a few moments, then got off me and pulled up her briefs.

I blinked. She was standing by the bed, chuckling.

'Go and shower,' she said.

I got off the bed, deliberately not hurrying (but also because I felt a bit wobbly, having been sucked off, sodomised and cum twice), and followed her pointing finger.

* * *

I want to skip the boring details of the next few times that Deanna and I met. Not to be mean to you, dear reader, but they were fairly much like the first time.

I would go round to her house, we'd have a glass of wine, and then we'd go to her room and get it on--which invariably involved me being naked, she keeping her underwear on, and slapping me round her bed like a sack of beans.

I liked it, because she was so strong and expert at making me come, and so appreciative of how different I was from her husband. Apparently, with him, it was rock-solid full coitus, with both parties naked, and very satisfying, but in her rare moments of intimacy she admitted that she found it a bit 'plain'.

'That's why I like you,' she said, as we held each other after she'd fucked my arse with us both standing against the wall. 'You're more... I dunno. Vulnerable. It's a bit more mysterious.'

'Also, your husband won't let you fuck him,' I said.

'Haha. Yeh. And...'

'What?'

'It's just so... regular. I feel like I'm a woman with him and a guy with you. But...'

'But what?'

I looked at her profile in the dim light. She looked thoughtful and a bit sad.

'I kinda feel like I'm never quite me with either of you,' she said.

'Is there something you want to do that we haven't done?'

'Steady on,' she said, looking at me sidelong.

'You can't do it with him?'

'Ah, no. He's not that experimental.'

'But he is a bit?'

'I'm not sure. He's away all the time. I don't know what he's doing.'

She looked glum.

'Maybe you should set up a threesome,' I said, smiling to show I didn't mean it. 'You, me and him.'

'He'd eat you alive,' Deanna said.

* * *

After that, I used to regularly tease her about how she, her husband and I should have a threesome. And while she never said yes, she never straight-out said no, either.

I admit it became a strong fantasy for me: me servicing this gorgeous couple, letting him take my ass and then, maybe, finally getting Deanna to let me take the last of her clothes off, and let me take her in my arms, and feel her melt and sweat and whimper instead of me being the one who did that.... While, I dunno, her husband watched, or something.

Anyway, after some weeks of she and I meeting at her house, she finally sent me a message to do something new.

'Your talk about 3somes makes me want to go further.

Meet me on Saturday at 8pm in Room XXX of the XYXY Hotel. Be clean. Inside & out. I want you on the bed, naked, blindfolded and ready to be tied down. Bring ankle and wrist cuffs.

It's gonna be super hot.

Xx

D.'

I was very excited. I imagined the experience many times while getting ready. Deanna entering the room and finding me naked, face down, blindfolded and ready to be made helpless. Then her destroying me with a strap-on. And maybe, then, she letting me go and finally letting me return the favour. Perhaps I was finally going to have my turn.

I acquired the relevant gear, cleaned myself and groomed thoroughly, then, like any casual tourist, I checked into the hotel and went up to the room.

It was an anonymous hotel room like any other. I quickly undressed, and then, naked, I got on the bed and put on the cuffs, then the blindfold--and then a ball gag that I'd brought with me.

I turned around and lay face down with my arms and legs spread.

There was a long wait. It was warm in the room, so I didn't feel cold.

Eventually I even dozed off for a bit, and was woken up by the sound of the hotel room closing.

I listened, my senses quivering. The other person moved around, then paused, then moved again. I heard what sounded like zips moving and clothing being shed.

Then I felt my ankle cuffs being tied with cords to the legs of the bed, holding them like that, and then my outstretched arms were lashed in place.

I was naked, tied down, blindfolded and gagged. I luxuriated in Deanna's gaze on my body, knowing she was loving this.

And then, my partner spoke.

'Well, aren't you just a sight for sore eyes,' said a deep, male voice.

I froze.

'Deanna let me know you'd be here. She thought it was time I had a look at you.'

I made a muffled squeak of alarm.

'So you're the bi guy who's been fucking my wife,' he said conversationally.

I made another muffled whimper.

'I mean, I know she carries on behind my back. You think I don't? I go off on trips and I have my freedom, and she has hers. But she's never been with a bi guy before. She wanted me to see what you're like. I'll say one thing, you have an arse like a girl.'

This is true. My ass is one of my best features: rounded, smooth and with a deep cleft.

'Have to say,' he went on, 'I've often been curious what it's like with a guy. But I've always been a bit wary of trying anything. I don't want some guy getting all handsy with me. I'm not queer like you are. But Deanna's sorted that out so it's not going to be a problem at all, is it?'

I began to realise what was about to happen.

'No,' he said, and the bed shifted as he got onto it, 'I mean, laid out like that, you look more like a chick with a shaven head than a guy. Apart from your cock, obviously, which Deanna says she's never let you put in her. I like that.'

I thought about the number of times she had taken me in her mouth. So she was less than honest with him, too.

'Yeah,' he said, and I felt him moving between my bare legs, 'this is gonna be more like my first time with a lesbian than like fucking a dude. --Oh, I see you've got a gag! That's nice.'

'MMMFFF!' I moaned.

'That'll save me from having to hear you say no,' he said, and I felt him smearing cool gel between my buttocks.

'MMMMMMMFFFFF!' I went, louder, shaking my head no desperately.

'As I put my cock up your arse,' he said, and I felt him part my buttocks and push his cock tip against my lubricated anus.

'MMMMMMMFFFFFF!' I wailed, uselessly.

'Just relax, bitch,' he said, and leaned in.

I felt his cock tip pressing at my anus and tried to force myself to relax. I was squirming beneath him; I could feel that he was still wearing trunks, so only one of us was naked.

And that only made me feel more shamefully aroused.

'What do you think,' he said suddenly.

'Oh, that's so fucking hot,' came Deanna's voice.

Over speakerphone.

He was fucking me while on a live video call with her.

'MMMMMFFFFF! MMMMMMMFFF!' I pleaded, squirming desperately.

'Just chill, faggot,' he said calmly. 'It's gonna happen.'

And he pushed, opening my anal muscle, and his cock tip was inside my arse.

I made a strangled moan of protest, but could do nothing to stop him.

'Oh yeah,' said Deanna. 'Fuck him up his arse.'

'Aw, that's good,' he gasped. 'Yeah.'

He pushed further inside me. His cock was not too wide, thankfully, so it didn't hurt like it could have done.

'Look at this little girl,' he said. 'She's taking me all in.'

'Oh yeah,' Deanna gasped. 'Jesus, that's hot. Fuck his cunt, babe.'

I knew she was masturbating while watching. I made futile whimpers of protest but he was soon deep inside me, humping me, and it was doing what it always did to me: taking me over and robbing me of the will to resist.

I heard myself making high, girlish, muffled whimpers as he pounded my ass.

'That's it,' he said, 'take me inside you, bitch. You think you can have my wife without being punished for it? You're my bitch now. Some lover you are, when you get a cock up your arse and you squeal like a little pig. You sure you're bi and not gay?'

'He's definitely bi,' Deanna drawled.

That made him pump me harder and rougher, and I whimpered with humiliation. The very thought of being naked and blindfolded and gagged and tied down while my lover's husband buggered me senseless was making me lose myself in a delirious swirl of desire and shame.