His Bisexual Fantasy

We looked online for a man we were both comfortable would make Lee’s experience a good one

I have been with my partner, Lee, for several years now. In fact, we are approaching the infamous ‘seven-year itch’. We’ve always been determined to keep things fresh in the ‘bedroom’ and part of that has always included being open about likes, dislikes and fantasies.

About two years we started inviting others to join us occasionally for sex. Initially, we played exclusively with couples, then single ladies as I discovered an appreciation for the sexuality of the female body. Lee was always more than content to watch me with another woman and engage when the mood took us all that way.

A few months ago, Lee went to some trouble to set up a lovely romantic dinner at home — he even cooked! A very respectable chorizo cassoulet — afterwards, we inevitably ended up getting rather steamy together. That is when he presented me with a strap-on and the bottle of lube we keep handy for anal fun.

“I’ve been thinking lately,” he said. “The more I see you exploring your bi leanings, the more I have been thinking about how that could be for me. I keep finding myself looking at the cocks of the guys who fuck you and wondering how that feels, how they taste… I thought perhaps, we could explore a little together.”

I felt some arousal at his words and the prospect of using the strap-on with him, but also some trepidation. I was aware of the stigma that sadly still surrounds male bisexuality and knew I needed to tread carefully. Lee needed to understand that he had my support to explore and discover, but also stop at his own pace. That evening, we took it very slowly. I had previously slipped a finger past his tight muscles while fellating him, but had a feeling that this could be very different.

My fears were, fortunately, unfounded and that evening Lee had a more powerful orgasm from the stimulation of my phallus inside him and my hand wrapped around his cock, than I had ever witnessed with him previously.

Soon he progressed to sucking the cocks of the male counterparts of couples we engaged with — where the guy was into that, of course. Then about a month ago, we decided it was time to take Lee’s bisexual fantasy to the next level.

We looked online for a man we were both comfortable would make Lee’s experience a good one. That is where we came across a balding gentleman who’s profile caught our eye. Harry was a rather lovely guy in his forties. His gentle nature and the wicked gleam in his eye when we video called had sealed the deal.

We had some explosive sex that evening as Lee told me how attracted he was to the older man and what he hoped to discover with him. A date was set and Harry arrived bearing the thoughtful gift of a rather fruity Malbec to ease the conversation.

I had decided that the evening was to be all about Lee and Harry. I would take a backseat, be an observer and let the men explore each other slowly. Harry was aware that he would be Lee’s first ‘real’ man-on-man experience and had vocalised enthusiastically how honoured he felt to be trusted with this step and reassured Lee that he could call a halt at any time. He would not be offended and we would simply bring me into the equation more and take the pressure off.

As sexy as Harry was, I hoped that they would have little or no need for my involvement for a while. Lee had fully embraced my explorations with women, now I had the opportunity to watch him do the same.

They began with gentle kisses. Lee had never actually kissed the men of the couples we played with, so I watched with interest as Lee’s lust grew and his kisses morphed from shy to the more aggressive ones I am used to receiving from him. It didn’t take long for the two men to be snogging like teenagers and writhing fully clothed against each other on our living room sofa. Watching the abject lust and sexuality of two grown men I was sexually attracted to go at it like that made my clit throb and my pussy ache with need.

Then Harry stripped Lee’s T-shirt over his head and began to nibble his sensitive neck while thumbing his left nipple. The groan that came from my lover made me clench hard. It was utter, wanton sex and a sound that I had never elicited from him.

After a few minutes where it sounded like Lee may well cum in his jeans, he pushed the older man off and with a voice laden with gravelly lust, invited Harry to our bedroom. I stumbled behind in a haze of arousal — though I’m not certain either man was consciously still aware of my presence.

The men stripped hurriedly when they reached the bedroom and I got my first real look at Harry. He was naturally slender, with neither fat nor muscle visible on casual observance. His olive skin was covered in a remarkable amount of hair — almost as if the rest of his body was trying to compensate for the lack upon his head. The dark hair thinned below his naval and his man-trail ended short of his cock. He was freshly shaved down below and his cock stood dark and proud away from his body. In contrast to Lee, Harry was circumcised and the head of his erection was flushed purple and a drop of precum glistened at his urethra.

Lee bent to lick the droplet, but as soon as his tongue had gathered the moisture, Harry was pushing him back onto the bed.

“It’s all about you tonight, Lee.” Harry rumbled as he knelt astride him, their cocks almost touching. “Just relax and enjoy.”

With that, Harry scooted down Lee’s body and took my man’s cock in his mouth. Lee swore and twisted his fists in the duvet. While he had very enthusiastically given head to a couple of men, none of them had reciprocated. I knew from experience that a woman eats pussy different to a man — it’s that familiarity with anatomy that so closely mirrors one’s own. From Lee’s reactions, I guessed this was also true for guys.

By now, my panties were so wet that they were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I wriggled out of them as quietly as I could, desperate both for some relief, but also to not disturb the atmosphere of what was unfolding in front of me.

Gay and bisexual porn has often been on my playlist when masturbating. There is something about hearing the masculine groans, gasps and growls that stirs something primal within me. In straight porn, it is often the women’s reactions and moans that are centre stage with perhaps a groan when the guy finally cums, or perhaps some dirty talk while he fucks her. Here I had my very own live show with the man I love moaning as loud as a female porn star as our new friend took his cock into his throat.

Harry looked over and caught my eye with a wink as he reached for the lube. A quick glance down affirmed that from the angle he was at, he was getting a clear view of my now naked and very swollen labia. Lee was far too distracted to be aware of me anymore and Harry clearly wasn’t fazed, so I took it that as a sign that I could probably give myself some relief from the ache in my core without disturbing the show in front of me.

My fingers began to slowly strum my clit as Harry continued to suckle the head of Lee’s cock and his lubed finger massaged his sphincter, seeking access to his backdoor. Lee groaned and his hips bucked suddenly — It was a reaction I had become accustomed with over the last few weeks and indicated that Harry had managed to get his finger past the tight muscle and had hit the bundle of nerves close to Lee’s prostate. Harry kept slowly moving his hand behind my man as he moved up his body. With his face in the crook of Lee’s neck, Harry rubbed his swollen and leaking cock against the other man’s erection.

“God man, you feel good.” Harry moaned. “But as delicious as your cock is, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Lee’s only reaction was a loud moan that sounded like ‘fuuuuuckyeessss’. While he has never been a silent lover, Lee was currently making more noise than even the first time I pegged him. The sound of the man I love lost in such debauched ecstasy was turning my insides to molten lava and my fingers mimicked the rhythm of Harry’s hips as he frotted with Lee.

Harry must have sensed that Lee was close to cumming from that alone, because he suddenly stopped all movement and whispered calming words in his ear. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but I guess Harry was checking if Lee was ready to take the next step, because shortly thereafter, Lee turned onto his front and got on his elbows and knees while Harry covered his cock in a condom and rubbed a generous amount of lube over the latex and some more between Lee’s cheeks.

Harry took his time with initial penetration, giving Lee every opportunity to call a halt. Eventually, Lee became impatient and pushed back against Harry without warning, impaling himself on the other man’s cock. Two very loud masculine grunts were heard in the otherwise quiet room and my fingers slipped deep inside my aching cunt seemingly of their own accord in sympathy with my lover. Harry paused a moment — I couldn’t say whether to allow Lee to adjust to him, or out of need to prevent a premature end. Either way, it gave Lee chance to seek out my presence. His eyes were clouded with lust and he beckoned to me.

“Strip and get under me.” He managed to groan.

I looked at Harry to check in with him and he nodded. I quickly stripped off my dress and bra and manoeuvred myself onto the bed underneath the two men. I know what I was hoping for, but even so, when I felt Lee’s cock rubbing against my slit I gasped in surprise. After a few strokes, Lee found the right angle and his cock slipped inside my soaked pussy. He bowed his head and breathed hard against me before winking at me and looking back at Harry.

“Now you can fuck us both!”

Harry and I both swore. I should have guessed this was coming. While not overtly dominant, Lee did like to be an assertive lover. Here he was sandwiched between two lovers with a cock inside his arse for the first time, and even now he wanted to take the lead. Harry looked down at me over Lee’s shoulder with an eyebrow raised to enquire of my consent. My answering grin was enough for him and he began to move.

It was a slow start with occasional jarring as we found a rhythm that worked for us. In the end, I found it easier to simply respond to the movements as if Lee were fucking me on his own. In truth though, Harry was setting the pace — his movements in and out of Lee reflected in Lee’s rhythm in and out of my body. It took a little over a minute of this rhythm for my first orgasm to hit. Both men paused as my cunt clamped down on Lee’s cock and he fought to not follow me over the edge. As soon as we had recovered, Harry picked up the pace again.

He began to fuck us hard, each stroke pushing Lee harder and deeper into me until I was having to push back against them to stop from being pushed too far up the bed. Lee was the first of the men to lose control. He soaked my insides with powerful streams of cum as he shouted his orgasm over my head. Tears were streaming down his face and the sheer raw emotion and power of his orgasm pushed me over the edge into spasms of delight.

Harry’s orgasm was notably quieter than either of us had been. A groan followed by short grunts as he jerked his hips a few more times and emptied himself inside the prophylactic.

We stayed suspended that way for a moment, before the strain of not collapsing and crushing me got too much for the men and they disengaged.

Since that evening, Harry has become a semi-regular addition to our sex-life and many different permutations of the MMF have been executed as well as a few sessions where I have watched and masturbated as the gents enjoyed themselves, or Lee has watched as Harry pushed my body to realms of ecstasy using his hands, mouth or cock.

Tonight, however, we were bringing a new element to the table. As I eyed my now trusty strap-on, I felt my excitement grow. Tonight, Lee was taking the position I took that first night the three of us played.