Bisexual Fantasy Ch. 04: Confession

I lay in our bed, staring into heaven. I can feel my dick being sucked, played with, and downright loved on. I lean up to take a sample of the beautiful sight above me. She tastes hungry; like lightly salted caramel. He tastes like her now, his slick hot cock, thrusting in and out of my wife. His slow, but powerful thrusts inducing a moan of pleasure each time he penetrates her. The sound vibrates around my cock and I relay the message as I suck on his balls then move forward to lick her swollen clit. I can swear it doubled in size since the last time, which was only a few seconds ago. My wife begins to grind on my face as she pushes herself back onto Danny's perfect cock. She's on the plateau and we both do our best to give her all we've got. I can feel Danny's thrusts begin to strengthen and I focus my attention solely on her clit. My mouth forming a fleshy suction cup while my tongue lightly flicks smoothly over her engorged folds. I love feeling the raised underside of his shaft sliding in and out of her. It makes me even harder, despite her waning attention to my cock. Her hands still tugging my balls, she hasn't forgotten about me, but her building orgasm is stealing her focus and forcing her to gasp for more and more air to feed the uncontrollable shrieks of pleasure. One last pump by Danny and a wave of suction from me and she's done.

"OH MY...(her back arches and her head looks to the ceiling).... FUCK!!!!!"

Her shuddering body convulsing between her two lovers. Her orgasm peaking, she reaches for something, anything to hold onto and grips the sheets with her free hand. Her other hand, still wrapped firmly around my balls, pulls. HARD.

I love a good ball tug, don't get me wrong, but she damn near rips them off!

I give a furtive grunt and she relents immediately, now aware of what she just did.

"Ohh... sorry babe! You okay?" She says, a small tremble in her voice as she's now slowly rocking her body back and forth on Danny's cock.

I try to quell her fear of my possible injury by wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my face into her sopping wet pussy. The quick over stimulation of her sex makes her giggle and shudder again. My efforts give the intended effect. She knows I'm okay, but she also realizes I want that dick in my mouth and her pussy is now... in the way. She scuttles forward and Danny's grool covered penis falls perfectly into my waiting mouth. He doesn't skip a beat and starts to thrust exuberantly down my throat, I can hear the grin on his face through the grunts of pleasure.

If you would have told me 10 or hell, even 5 years ago that I'd like being throated by one of my best friends with his balls draped lazily over my eyes; I'd think you were crazy. But here I am, cock hungry as ever. I've now mastered the art, my throat is relaxed, despite the 7" penis thrusting in and out of it. I tilt my head back and take in the flavor of my wife's orgasm coupled with a seemingly endless flow of sweet precum.

My wife, unseen by me goes back to her duties on my member, slurping and deepthroating me. Danny was soo worked up when I was fuck-licking them, he has to be close. You can't fuck pussy like that for long without busting or taking a break. Since he went straight from her to my mouth, I'd say we have about 30 seconds or less. I reach my hands up above my head and grab what I can of his ass, massaging those bubble cheeks, feeling the soft hair of his ass as my fingers rake his smooth skin. His body rises a bit to get the perfect angle into my eager throat as the thrusts build with intensity. His hands find their way to my throat and caress it's length. I can envision the grin on his expressive face as he realizes he can feel his cock thrusting down my esophagus.

Suddenly, he stops. His dick is still in my throat, but he ceases all movement. All I can see are his balls draped over my face, so after a beat, I begin to wonder if something is wrong. Then I feel it, the rapid pulsing of his cock and the rush of hot cum shooting down my throat. I don't even get to taste any of it. Straight to the belly it goes he's so deep in me. As he's cumming down my throat he braces himself on my chest. I'm no athlete, but I have been working out and he seems to notice. His hands grasping at my toned pecks and sliding down to my abs as he runs his fingers through my chest hair.

Only when the last remnants of his orgasm are deposited into my vault, does he remove himself from me. He knows how long I can hold my breath and I've learned when to take those deep breaths. We've been together so many times now that we don't need to worry as much about what hurts or "if I can breathe" or silly stuff like that.

I try not to be a selfish lover. It's easy to get caught up in the moment and just take what you want, especially when it's so freely given. In my opinion though, it's a very easy and... correct thing to make sure your lover or lovers are satisfied with the attention they're getting and yes, that includes yourself.

That being said... I was raging with lust. Our lovemaking isn't transactional, but it was my damn turn and I was HUNGRY. With my wife still working dutifully on my steel hard cock, I spread my legs to allow more room for Danny as he crawled over me to join her. I lift my legs in the air exposing my ass and Danny doesn't miss a beat. He crouches low on the bed with my wife overhead and begins the rimming I so desperately wanted. His tongue expertly alternating between wide sweeping passes and pinpoint tongue fucks into my hole. I've never really felt that comfortable exposing myself in that way but damn if it doesn't feel good to get your ass eaten.

Getting my salad tossed while getting head is among some of the best attention I could hope for, and if I had any self control, I would have ridden that to its climax. But, in that moment, I had none. I needed fucked. Danny was limp, having just exploded down my throat moments ago, the remnants of his spunk still on my breath and my wife lacking in the penis having department, I had to bring out the big guns.

While they work, I reach for my nightstand drawer, turned the knob and pulled, revealing a secret drawer, just below. It's an elegant drawer, lit softly by hidden LEDs, lined with thick black silk and form fitted sections displaying the full line of Njoy stainless steel toys and right up front, my favorite, "eleven." At the top end of "normal" sized sex toys, eleven has never let me down. It's 11" length and 2" diameter fills me to the brim while it's nearly excessive weight forces the exposed end down pressing the bulbous curved pleasure end directly onto my cum button.

I tap Danny on the shoulder, tongue still in my ass. He looks up, wide eyed at me as I pass eleven to him.

"Get it wet first" I say breathlessly.

His grin grows, but he doesn't immediately catch on. It's okay, Wife knows. Without removing my cock from her mouth, she grabs the three pound beast and stretches it back between her splayed open legs, using her still wet pussy to lube up my favorite toy. Her eyes bulge and she lets out a muffled "wooo!!" I smile, that things gotta be cold. No matter, I'll warm it up soon. With such a smooth surface like stainless steel, it doesn't take much and moments later she hands it back to a wide eyed Danny who looks like he can't believe what he just saw.

"THAT... was.... soo hot!"

A single eyebrow of pride rises on my wife's face as I giggle in anticipation of what's to come.

"Put it in!!! Slow!"

Danny places the cold head of eleven squarely on my hole, applying firm, but gentle pressure and waits a moment. He edges it in, bit by bit, the cold steel slowly converting to very warm steel as it rearranges my insides to make room. The process of insertion is nearly orgasmic on its own, but once fully in, the feeling of fullness and pleasure is absolute. It's not better than a lovers dick, but a whole different kind of good. Soo full, so.... different. As it goes in and out, so goes the temperature fluctuations, the inner most portion almost hot when pulled out. I instruct Danny on my preferred operation.

"Don't so much "fuck" with it, rather, pretend your driving stick and that's the shifter. Light, even movements up and down make a huge impact"

He grasps my meaning perfectly and I'm immediately turned to goo. Her mouth on my aching cock, his movements beginning to sync with hers. As much as I want to keep going, I know this will only last seconds more.

Their pace quickens as if some internal metronome is keeping them in time. I begin to let out girlish moans, my legs in the air like I'm giving birth or something, so vulnerable, so much pleasure. Danny reached his head down into the very small space between my wife's sucking and his stick shifting, and gently takes my balls into his mouth. His efforts push me over the edge, I simply can't hold out any longer.

As an intense orgasm washes over my body, my toes begin to involuntarily twitch, my body tenses, I hold my breath and let it out with a long tense "nnnnnggggh"

After the final pulse, my wife's warm mouth leaves my cock to deflate on its own and her and Danny rise to their knees and kiss, sharing my seed between the two of them. Their hands exploring each other's bodies. His hands coming to rest on her perfect breasts, thumbs circling her tits, hers grasping his newly growing cock. I'll never understand (or complain about) that man's stamina!

They break their kiss and my wife straddles me, my softie nestled perfectly between her warm, moist lips. She kisses me, our tongues intertwined. I love that she saved some of my cum to share with me. It's so exciting tasting myself in her. I feel the eleven move slightly and Danny pokes his head up like a curious cat...

"Ayy yo, can I borrow this sometime" as he smiles and gives it a little wiggle.

"That looked like fun!"

Both my wife and I smile into each other at our goofball boyfriend and she rolls to one side raising an arm to invite Danny into the fold. They both nestle a side of me, my arms around each of their necks and we just.... bask. I lay there in my post orgasmic glow, feeling the soft curves of my wife on my left, and on my right, the hard toned muscles of Danny, our lover and I hope to myself in that moment, that nothing ever changes.

Danny speaks up. He sounds... almost, serious... speaking confidently, but gently.

"So, guys... there's something I need to talk to you about and I don't know how you'll react."

Almost instantly, a little pit opens up in my stomach..."what could he possibly mean by that?" I think

"What's up?" I say, with feigned nonchalance, and turn my head to kiss his.

"Well... I've met someone... and we've decided to... I don't know.... move on to the next level.... commitment you know?"

Almost as if he were telling us he was dying of cancer, my wife utters..."oh, Danny..." a sour, sad look briefly forms on her face. She attempts to cover with a congratulatory smile, as if this were the happy news it should be. But the honest truth is, we've come to love having Danny around. More than for the great sex, and it is great. But because we really do enjoy his company in and out of bed. The same feeling begins to well inside me... is this the end?

"No no!! You misunderstand. I'm not... breaking up with you guys.... this... I'm telling you that I've found love and, if nothing else... I hope you're happy for me."

Danny replies reassuringly. We've verbally said nothing, but our body language is enough... We want you. We love you. We need you.

My wife, reaching across me to cup Danny's face, replies first, "So, who is this person? Tell us about them??!"

She seems to have snapped out of the shock and realizing our selfishness, a smile of genuine happiness for our guy spreads across her face.

"Well, her name is Melissa, and we've been seeing each other for a few weeks. She's really smart, very spunky, and really really hot! She's also bi and has a few friends she likes to play with from time to time... kinda like us. I've told her everything about us and not only is she completely fine with it continuing, she would love to meet you, in whatever way you're most comfortable."

As my imagination goes wild, a small "hmm" escapes me. Admittedly, a small pang of irrational jealousy hits me. Selfishly, I want him for myself and my wife. Of course Danny is going to find other people, he's a catch, 100%. He did say she was fine with our arrangement and wants to meet us, but what if she doesn't like us? What if we don't like her? Through all these questions and negative outcomes, a new possibility arises... what if she likes us? What if we like her? Now that... could be interesting...