| The sexual lifestyle of a Bisexual Exhibitionist who does more that just flirt with both sexes. |
This is the first of many stories of my sexual adventures and how I got to be the person I am today.
I am not actually sure when my husband and I actually became members of the Lifestyle. All I know is that when I was in my teens I loved every aspect of sex.
I knew that I was Bisexual very early in my teens. As I grew up and started getting to think seriously about one mate I knew that the person I chose to be my lifetime soul mate had to have the same sexual interest.
I have been with lots of guys (and girls, and I knew that I wasn't Gay) and I still hadn't found a guy who could handle my sexual appetite and be cool with the idea of my having sex with other guys and girls.
Sure I found lots of guys who loved the idea of me being with other girls. Name one guy who doesn't have the fantasy of seeing 2 girls together. But add that with being with another man. They freak and loose it. They are not obviously comfortable with their own sexuality. They are to insecure an miss the point. It's not that I don't love them, it's just that I love seeing and having more than 1 cock.
Anyway's I thought I would never find the guy until I met Mike. On our first date I told him up front what my sexual interest and desires were. He was very cool with that. Yah sure, a guy will say anything to get in my pants, that's what I thought until he asked me to fuck another guy. How cool is this.
After that we just hit it off. He loves pussy and so do I and he knows that being with another man doesn't mean that I don't love him. He doesn't get jealous. We knew that we were made for each other.
In the beginning of our relationship it wasn't like that we were meeting people and fucking every week, every month etc. Actually it was more like once in a blue moon. If I saw someone that appealed to me and the timing was right and we were all agreed on it then we would play.
That's how our relationship was and is.
We have had straight (or monogamist) friends and well, to be honest we have found that they are phony when it comes to sex or my openness toward sex or worse they talk bad about what we do, but in private want to have sex with me just so they can say they experienced a Bi sexual relationship or make their husbands happy.
To me that is total bull shit. I have people like that. You either are or your not. So we got tired of those friends and we decided to find
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| Bisexual 3some -fmf |
THREE ON THE FLOOR
The sounds of lovemaking reached Doug as he poured the pasta into the collender to drain. As he turned, his eyes found Susan’s rusty curls bobbing up and down between JoAnn’s legs, which were splayed gate-wide on his living room couch. Susan’s narrow hips peeked invitingly at Doug from her kneeling position on the floor, the hem of her tight skirt riding up above mid thigh. She was wearing black hose and a garter but no panties.
Doug had met them in his Ph. D. comparative literature seminar. Susan, a willowy and sensual redhead, had a sad pouting look, the tightest-looking hips he could remember and small, uplifted breasts. JoAnn was a full-figured blonde, reaching just above Susan’s shoulders, her sexy, sky-blue eyes made more appealing by her square, metal-framed glasses. She looked almost professorial.
They had been going to lunch for several weeks and bantering playful, sex-talk. Doug had detected that adoring aura between them; his invitation for them to sample his gourmet-quality pasta and sauce had been extended with other motives. Now, his hunches had been proven right. They were bi and wanted him in their lovemaking.
JoAnn’s head was tilted back over the couch arm. Her eyes found his and her finger crooked in invitation. Doug, his prick hardening and moistening his briefs, followed the sound of JoAnn’s grunts of delight. He leaned over the back of the couch and kissed her, the suction pulling his tongue into her mouth. She sucked it in and out, lathing the end with her own tongue, like she was sucking his cock, the sounds of her pleasure stinging his tongue with vibrations.
Doug broke the kiss, unbottoned JoAnn's blouse and unhooked the bra in front. Her ample orbs spilt free and shook gently, like water rolling in a bowl. Doug's fingers traced a light path around her left breast while his tongue found the right one and his free right hand ran up her silken thigh to just below Susan's chin buried in her pussy hair. Doug found the moist, clenched anus and rimmed it with his finger. JoAnn hissed, "Yes," and he accepted the invitation by easing the finger in all the way and finger-fucking her asshole.
Her hand found his zipper and set his prick free from the confinement of his briefs. She began stroking its stiff 8 inch length, smoothing his cock juices over its head and sliding
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| The fenzy, swinger, (oral, anal, bisexual, group) |
I was once married to a very frigid woman who never wanted to have sex. All she ever did was bitch, and when I tried to get with her she always just bitched even more so that eventually I left her alone. This went on for years, and I never could figure out why since our relationship before we had gotten married was VERY sexually charged.
Maybe it was because we had been married young, she was only 16 and I 17, and she wasn?t ready for the life of a married woman. I wasn?t sure, but I also suspected that she might want to be having sex with women, but this was something that we had never discussed.
I was never the type to go out and cheat on my wife, and so I spent a lot of time frustrated with my wife?s lack of sexual desire. The biggest problem was that I thought she was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and when she did consent to having sex, she was very kinky and liked to talk dirty. It was from these sessions that I figured out a way I might be able to get some sex from her, and for her.
I started looking into the swing magazines and found one with a couple in it that I thought was good looking. The woman was thin, petite and very sexy in a slutty way that turned me on to no end. The male was kinda the biker type with a tall, lean body and dark hair.
I began showing her the magazine and one day, after a couple weeks, asked her if she would like to get together with them. To my amazement she said yes.
In those days it took a while to meet people as you had to pay the magazine to meet them, then sent a letter along with pics to them through the magazine and if the liked you then they write back and then maybe something would happen.
It took some time for all of this to take place with this couple, maybe even a month, but finally we had them on the phone and the anticipation, for me at least, was exquisite. When talking on the phone with them the male, whose name was Jack, kept asking what we wanted to do. We said we didn?t know since we hadn?t done anything like that before, but that we were open to the possibilities.
That must have sounded good to them because they gave us their address and invited us over for that weekend. They also shred sex with us over the phone. Jack had his wife, Melissa, bend over and he put the phone right by his dick while pumping in and out of her so we could listen to the sound of her juices, and her moans, as she came. I did the same with my wife, and though
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| The Wedding Present, bisexual, gang bang, Wedding Bliss is found right away |
| " Harder, God fuck me harder" , she was screaming out. She had been repeating her mantra through at least six orgasms already. Her dark hair was drenched with sweat and jizz. You could see the givings from the last few men running down her face and onto her small bouncing breasts. I was enjoying the scene from the bed next to her. I had four men exploring my body just as she did. I was winding down a little until I saw my husband was about to be sucked off by the sexy siren. That always turns me on. Watching as his big hard anxious cock slides into her mouth. Seeing his jaw clench from keeping control of his urge to thrust. Seeing him look right into my eyes as he helps move her head on his pecker. This view always gets my pulse racing, my nipples harden, and my clit begs to be touched. I start to suck and lick the shaft of the current man seeking the warmth and skill of my own mouth. I grab hold and look right at my husband and start to suck this man expertly. I have him shooting a wad onto my tongue in moments. When my husband sees that he starts to thrust a little harder, getting deep down the other woman's throat. The man I have just tasted is moving aside and I glance around to see how many men are left , waiting to get into one or both of our holes. There are a considerable amount of onlookers. Wanting to take a turn with y sticky female counterpart, I ask the men attending me to step aside for a moment. I go and move the man pushing hard into the wet stranger aside, and get down to taste all the juices she and others have left pooling on her lips. I spread her legs and put her knees over my shoulders. As I am plunging my tongue deep into her and sliding a few fingers in with it, I feel a large cock slide into my cunt. She is going crazy on my face, grinding onto my tongue, pulling my head deeper into her. The way the guy banging me was so hard every thrust helped me to bring her more sensation. I start to thrust my fingers and grind my pussy onto the cock deep in me at the same time. I feel him filling me before I notice her covering my mouth and fingers from orgasming again. I sit up and move slightly away from her. She pushes me onto my back and takes her turn with me as all the men just stare in wonder. She is licking the cum from my tits, down my stomach and gos straight inside of me. She plunges her tongue, flicking my clit and slowly puts a few fingers in for me to ride on. My husband comes over and shoves his large cock into my mouth. He
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