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AUTHOR’S INTRODUCTION:
It’s pretty obvious that this is a bisexual story. To me, it’s a fun little story a bit over three Literotica pages — give or take. I wouldn’t want anyone to take this too seriously, but it does touch on serious issues. We all make choices in our lives, and this story is about choices — the moves we make in life that shape the way we live our lives. It’s close to Christmas, so I’ll send this as a gift along with the hope you have both a good Christmas and a good life. ~ yukonnights
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Scene One; A hard question with a perfect answer
“Kris, sit down. There’s something we need to talk about.”
“What is it Samantha — you seem troubled?”
“It’s easier to just come out and say it; Kris, I found your Literotica account. You left it open on your computer and I was just curious. Babe, I read your comments on the LGBT discussion board about being bisexual. It hurt to read that you felt a need to keep that hidden from me.”
Just her words cause my heart beats to pound inside my head like a drum beat — I almost feel faint…. “I … uh, I was just passing time Sam I wasn’t serious — you know that, don’t you?”
“Kris, let’s be honest about this. And just so you know, I’m not surprised or concerned about you being bi. The only discomfort I have is that you didn’t think you could be honest with me. We’ve talked about the big hullabaloo about gays and bi people — you know I’m educated enough to understand that non-binary sexuality is a normal human trait in some people.”
“I know Sam, it’s just more complicated for the person who isn’t straight. To be honest, I was ashamed to tell you — afraid of what you’d think.”
“I figured as much and that’s why I wanted to get this all out into the light of day. Hon, like I said, I’m not troubled that you’re bi — I’m troubled that you thought you couldn’t trust me. If it makes you feel better then I’ll confess to having some bi experiments in college myself. Have you ever acted on your desires?”
“Never since we’ve been together — I swear. But I explored a bit in college too … maybe I should say a good bit since it was with my roommate — but when you and I got together, I left all of that behind. But yeah, the thoughts and fantasies are still there … I guess you could say they’ve gotten stronger again in the last few years. I guess reading all those stories online sort of got me thinking about it all again.”
“There, that wasn’t so hard — was it?”
“No, and I should have told you sooner. I’m sorry Samantha.”
“I’m sorry too — but I’m partly sorry because we could have been exploring all of this together the past ten years.”
“I don’t understand — how would we do that?”
“Well, since you’re coming out with your bi desires — I guess I should fess up to my own kinky fantasies. I truly believe it’s healthy for us to share our secrets — all it takes is trust and I think we have that together. So, I’ve already confessed that I’ve been with another woman — like you, it was my roommate in college. At the end of the day, I enjoyed my times with her — it was so intimate and gentle … so different than with a man. When she kissed me it felt so perfectly natural. When I licked her for the first time it was like a damn burst inside and flooded me with new and exciting sensations and feelings. You know, you’ve gone down on me so you know what it’s like — how it feels and tastes. But, with the wisdom of past experience, I really do enjoy a man inside me more. But, I’m so curious about what two men do together — I mean, I know the details … but how does a man feel when he is mounted and penetrated? How does a man feel when another man kisses his lips? And now, knowing that you’ve actually had gay sex, my newest fantasy is wondering what you looked like in bed with your roommate. And thinking of that makes me think that I’d really love to watch you have sex with another guy — and since we’re being honest, my most kinky secret kink to admit is; Even before I knew about your past and current interest in guys, I’ve fantasized about what it’d be like to have another man in our bed with us… I just didn’t think to include you and the make-believe guy having sex with each other too.”
Hearing her words, I don’t know what to say — this is a lot to process. I look up to find her watching me, “I never even had a clue you were into other women … and you really want another man in our bed? And I’m also in that fantasy?”
“Believe me when I admit that secret was hard for me to come out and say. And like I said, you’re in bed with us. But, I didn’t see you and him having sex together — I’ll probably have to add that into my fantasies now. Anyway, I understand how you feel about opening up to these secrets — it feels risky and scary and I just wanted you to know that I kept secrets too. But I truly believe that we need to open up starting now — we must be honest and be able to trust each other. And, maybe I need to start reading stuff on Literotica? istanbul travesti So, are you creeped out about my fantasies?”
“Not at all — in fact, it’s sort of a dream come true. So, I’ll admit to fantasizing about another man in our bed too.”
“You’d be okay watching another man screw me?”
“So long as it’s good for you — but I think it would have to be the right guy. You know, someone we actually like and not just some casual wham bam. I don’t have any idea who that someone might be though.”
“I might … and it would probably be easier for me to initiate some extracurricular bedroom games than it would be for you. I’ve always thought that we women had the upper hand when it comes to finding a way to have sex. Right now, I’m thinking about a guy, Brett, at the clinic. Like me, he’s a nurse and he might fit the bill. He’s friendly with me, but I hardly know anything about him — and have no idea if he’s bi.”
“What makes you think he’d be a good choice?”
“Well, like you, he’s really a considerate guy and by that I mean he isn’t all macho and self adoring — more quiet and laid back. He’s also openly supportive of non-binary normalcy when the subject comes up at work — in short, he’s not a jerk or super ego. I find him attractive — he’s a lot like you in many ways. What kind of men do you find attractive?”
“I like what you just described. I know what you mean about the ego-trip guys and pushy types — I think someone who would be a real friend and not just a casual one time sexual thing is what I always think about. One thing that creeps me out is the thought of a hook-up with a total stranger — just seems too risky to me.”
“Exactly. I’m a bit surprised you want him to be a real friend, but that’s really what I’d prefer too — I’ve always thought that was more of a girl thing. It’s nice to know you have a soft spot too. Plus, I’m totally with you on the risky ones Babe — being a nurse I’ve seen some nasty stuff. But another thing, I also think having an emotional connection would make the sexual connection much more enjoyable for you — I know I have to have a deeper connection at some level. Do you think you could be emotionally intimate with another man — you know, with the right guy?”
“Yes, I think I need some kind of connection too, maybe even just a close friendship before it’d be comfortable. So, you do realize we’re talking about bringing another man into our bed — right?”
“Yep, but it’s only in our fantasies — we don’t have to really do it. But you can feel between my legs if you want to make sure I’m telling the truth about being open to the idea. I can already see your feelings from that bulge in your shorts.” Reaching out to him, his hard warmth fills my hand — I concentrate on opening up his cargo shorts as his hand slides into my pajama bottoms — eagerly taking me up on my offer to make sure I’m truly wet and aroused by all of this.
He probes me as we stand close, we look each other in the eye for a silent but meaningful moment before I get on my knees. I try to get his cargo shorts and briefs down at the same time — he lends a hand to make it easier. I honestly do love sucking cock and vow to myself to use my fantasy fueled zeal to prove to him that I’m telling the truth about being open to bringing another man into our sex life. As I take him between my lips, the feeling of having a mouthful of hard cock paints the image in my mind of him doing the same with Brett — I’ve fantasized about us with another man for a long time. All that time I just knew it would never happen — could never happen … and all along he was dreaming of it too. We should definitely agree to share our secrets more. Maybe it can finally come true for us now that we both know it’s a shared curiosity.
I lightly stroke her hair with the back with his hand — “Stand up Sam, let’s take this to our bed.”
Once we’re both free of the last stitch of clothes, I get onto the bed — when he joins me his fingers and lips quickly find my need … I let go of the future maybes and embrace the present reality, as hard warm cock fills me and I do the one thing that brings me more pleasure than anything in life — spread my legs wide in open vulnerability to my man. As he begins to fuck me, a picture of him fills my lust fueled thoughts — it’s him being him who’s the one getting the cock — as I watch the movie in my mind, I wonder if a man can feel this same pleasure from being so wide open and vulnerable to a hard cock?
Her soft moan as I enter her makes it easy to forget about any desire for a man — but making love, her words about a threesome refills me with lust and desire so strong it overwhelms my control … to have her involved makes it so much better … so much more real — suddenly I’m caught off guard — it’s all too intense — my seed — my cum erupts into her like a virgin with his first woman. I keep pushing against her with my failing erection … thankfully she too is ramped up to a supercharged level — my orgasm istanbul travestileri triggers her own release — we join into a shared bliss of oneness … as we ease back down, we truly become one in body and soul. “I love you Samantha … love you more than you can ever know.” She can’t speak yet, but as she pulls me tighter, I understand and melt into her love in return.
We lay spent, but still connected as one, as we drift in a daze of sexual satisfaction — my mind floats back to her words … to her proposal to bring another man into our bed. In the fog of my thoughts, I see myself sucking her friend from work as she watches. I see her on her back, legs open for him — open for his cock. The doubt and fear of ruining everything we’ve built together creeps back in as the waves of sexual arousal eases — but neither fear or doubt retains the substance or strength like before. Now that she’s opened the door, now that we’ve opened our secrets … we’ll just have to see how we feel in the days ahead. I roll off of her and she goes into our bathroom to clean up the mess I left in her — I watch in the dim light as her beautiful naked body walks away from our bed. Do I really want to share her? We’ll just have to talk more and see if this is real or just lust and horny fantasy. As I listen to the tinkling music her pee makes as it splashes in the toilet, I realize how lucky I am to have her love and trust. If she truly wants to watch me with another man — really wants another man’s cock herself —just have to wait and see.
When we awaken the next morning, we’re still snuggled close. I ease her over onto her back, kiss her lips … down her neck and take her aroused nipple between my lips. I suckle her and softly tease her other nipple with my fingers, knowing she is very sensitive to this pleasure. I reclaim my lips to tell her, “That was pretty hot thinking about you having sex with another man.”
“Yeh, it was pretty erotic, wasn’t it? Seems we both can’t hide our interest.”
She’s discovered that I too have very sensitive nipples and rather than taking the bait of my words to talk more about another man, she begins to suck first one taught nub and then the other. Actually, it’s something we enjoy together quite often. She even uses a suction bulb sometimes to enlarge and lengthen mine. I’ve always loved her small breasts and it took me a long time to convince her I was telling the truth — but finally she believed me and came to enjoy having them being appreciated more and more. Every time we go to the nude hot springs it’s always pretty obvious that other men enjoy her beauty and that’s really boosted her assurance and given her what she needed to feel good about her body. Finally, the demands of the body force us both out of bed. She brushes her teeth while watching me pee, then I brush my teeth and enjoy the trust we share and the intimacy it allows.
*****
Since it’s Saturday, we have a slow leisurely morning but eventually last night’s discussion is taken up again. “So, now that we’re not so horny, do you still think you’d like that guy from your office, Brett, in our bed?”
“Not right now — you’ve more than taken the edge off my needs. But yes. I didn’t bring the question up without thinking it through beforehand. I now know you’re bi, and since I love you, I don’t want to be a roadblock to you living your life to the fullest. I think we should consider it a serious option. How about you; have you had enough time to think about it?”
“Yeh, I’m willing to take it as a serious option Sam — open to further investigation and discussion — maybe lots of discussion. I don’t know anyone who I’d feel comfortable with discussing it with though — you really think this Brett guy at the clinic might be for real?”
“It’s impossible to know for sure, but what if we all drove up to the hot springs to get acquainted? It might give us all a chance to feel each other out and see where it goes. I mean I work with the guy, so I know him. But, If you don’t like him, nothing ventured nothing gained and we keep looking. I’ve heard of swinger clubs, but have never heard of one around here — plus, neither of us like clubs much.”
“No, I hate clubs more than you Sam … and a swinger group doesn’t sound like the place we’d find some emotional connection either. Let’s not rush into anything, and the guy you know sounds better to me than swingers. Plus, the hot springs idea sounds good. It gets us all in our pool clothes — and probably naked together and then we can see where it goes. If we go to Breitenbush Hot Springs, we could even book a room and stay the night if it all works out?”
“That sounds like a plan — thank goodness we live in Oregon where nudity isn’t a crime. And now, I have a question I didn’t bring up last night — it’s pretty personal.”
“No more secrets, isn’t that what you said Sam? Ask away.”
“With your roommate, did you guys go the whole way — I mean, did you fuck?”
“Yes. He was a submissive travesti istanbul bottom type. We didn’t do it a lot because it was a bit of trouble getting him all ready for it — you know, showers and then he had to do the old enema butt clean-out thing. But we both enjoyed it when we did. I was curious and let him do me a few times — I enjoyed it but we both enjoyed him being on the bottom more. I think he was just hardwired to be the bottom, so that’s mostly the way it was. But for the most part, sucking each other every night satisfied us.”
“Did you use condoms when you screwed him?”
“No, we were young and stupid. Thankfully, we were both too shy to do anything with anyone else. I lost touch with him after graduation, but I imagine him in a gay relationship now. I hope he met someone to love — he was a super nice guy. I never saw or knew of him dating a woman though, so that’s why I hope he’s found the right man to love.”
“So, that makes me more confident about you really being bisexual — to bad you don’t know another bi guy. I guess our best shot at this point is for me to feel out Brett at the clinic — any suggestions on what to say to Brett? It seems like you and me getting on the same page might have been the easy part — now comes the hard part of finding the right guy to approach. Now I can sort of get a sense of how hard it is for people to find someone who might be open for a same-sex relationship.”
“I’m pretty clueless about finding other bi men Sam. Is there any opportunity to even bring up the subject of bisexuality or even swingers with Brett?”
“Maybe, there’s one female nurse who is pretty openly hostile to anything gay. Perhaps I could casually ask Brett what he thinks of her. His answer will tell us something — he’s either with her or against her. That might open the door to more discussion on the subject. If he does open up, I could maybe mention that my husband experimented in college and such — you know, sort of segue in with casual chit chat on the subject?”
“That sounds like a decent icebreaker. If he seems congenial to the issue, perhaps you could find out more about him and once you’ve got him figured out better — and obviously only if it seems like a good idea — you could invite him over one night for dinner or something?”
“It’s certainly worth a try. I’m really glad you found Literotica and I’m glad I found your account and real feelings about all of this.”
“I about fainted when you first told me — but now I’m as happy as you are that it’s all out in the open. Plus, I would have never found out that you’ve been with another woman — or that you wanted another man in our bed. I’m in sort of a constant state of being aroused just talking about all of it with you. I take it that this Brett fellow checks all of your boxes, eh?”
“Well, it’s not like I have a crush on him, or anything.”
“But, you do think about him in bed with you, right?”
“I could just say it’d all be so you can have a safe suck-buddy.”
“But that wouldn’t be the truth, eh Sam?”
Her wink and shy smile is her answer and she captures my heart once again — she leans over to meet my lips in a very passionate kiss. It’s almost like when we first started dating — only better, now we can be totally honest with each other.
*****
Scene Two: More questions, more answers
The next day back at the clinic, I’m intentionally friendly with Brett and hope I can get him to go on our lunch break together. I’m relieved when he seems eager. The rest of the morning drags on and on in slow motion it seems. Finally, it’s time to find him and have our shared lunch.
“It’s nice to finally be able to sit down and get to know you better. You’ve worked here long enough that I feel I should know you better — bloody slave drivers we work for, eh?” Brett smiles at my attempt at an introduction to … what I’m hoping might build into a special friendship outside the clinic.
“First I want to thank you for asking me to share our lunch break. I’m sure you know the feeling of being the new kid on the block. But I’m glad to be here — you wouldn’t want to get close to the clinic I left. But this group seems on top of things and I’m still learning the intricacies of some of the equipment. How long have you worked here Samantha?”
“Coming up on four years. My husband, Brett, got a great job offer from a commercial general contractor not long after he graduated from OSU. I went to work here and the rest is history. We’re both originally from Idaho, are you a native son here?”
“No, I was raised in Kansas, and was really ready for a change. I chose the Portland area for my medical training. Just so you know, it’s way nicer down here than it is in Portland — so much more relaxed and slower paced.”
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me — I dread having to go up there. The traffic scares me every time.”
“Ha, so you get what I mean?”
“Well, I’m glad you’ve joined us down here, you’re already a big help. What does your wife think about the move?”
“I don’t know — I don’t have a wife.”
“Duh, I guess that was a stupid question, wasn’t it?”
“Nah, we’re just getting acquainted so you couldn’t know. And your husband, what do you two enjoy here in Oregon?”
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