Sunday morning. Just the two of us at her parent's vacation cottage in Cantabria on the Northern Coast of Spain. I had just cum in Maya's pussy, eaten her out, and sucked her clit to a shuddering, bed-wrecking orgasm. I climbed up her beautiful, brown body, and kissed our cum into her mouth. That’s when she said, “I don’t believe you’re really bisexual.”
“Okay,” I said, “I was expecting to hear ‘Oh, baby! Thank you for that wonderful orgasm,’ but okay then; I’ll bite: Why don’t you believe I’m bisexual.”
“Well, Esteban, it’s not like I’ve ever seen you with another guy.”
I should have been annoyed, but everything Maya does makes me smile. I licked her mouth and said, “Oh, sorry, you had some of my cum on your lips.”
“Stop!” she said, pushing me away. “I mean it. You’ve seen me with Maria, and with Solana, but I’ve never even seen you smile at another man.”
“What do you want me to do? Go get a man off the street and fuck him right here in front of you?”
She moaned and wriggled and said, “Nooo! No. We’re miles from town out here.”
“Oh," I said, "so you do want to see me with another man!”
“Yes! No! I mean, of course not! You’re my man. I want you to be with me,” said Maya.
“But you let me see you with other women.”
“That’s different,” she said. “All men want to have two women at once. You can’t cheat on me if I’m right there with you--supervising.”
“More like directing,” I said.
“What? Are you complaining?”
“No, Maya, my love, of course not.” I took a moment to consider my options. I didn’t want to mess up a good thing. I said, “Would you like to hear about my first time with another man?”
Her eyes twinkled. “Really?” she said. “How many men have you slept with?”
“I’ve only been with one man, but we were together three times.”
“Santo Dios!” she said. “Were you in love with this man? Was it at school? Was it with someone I know?”
“Not in love with him but, well, I believe it was life-changing for him. Do you want me to tell you about it?”
“Si, claro!” she said, sliding out from underneath me, and sitting cross-legged on the bed.
“Okay,” I said. “It was in Madrid--”
“Of course it was!” said Maya. “Madrid is the gayest city in all of Spain!”
“How do you know that, Ninia?”
She tossed her wavy hair and said, “I hear things, and I’ve been to university too, college boy!”
I smiled at her defensiveness. We met at university, but she is from a small village. I was in the photography program, and she was in marketing for her family business--they make guitars.
“May I?” I said.
“Go on,” she said. “Continua!”
I pushed my long, wavy hair out of my eyes to give me time to structure my story--best to leave out the boring bits. I said, “There was a German exchange student named Gunther, but everyone called him Gunner because he was on an air pistol scholarship--maybe headed for the Olympics.”
“You had sex with an Olympic athlete?”
“No,” I said. “I’m not sure. When I knew him, Gunner was training for the Olympic tryouts.
“Anyway, Gunner was a graphic design student with a minor in photography. He was beautiful with blonde hair and blue eyes, of course, but tall and thin, like a runner, although I never saw him in the gym.”
“Like you’ve ever seen the inside of a gym!”
I took genuine offense and said, “You don’t get arms like this from lifting beer mugs!”
She said, “I’m sorry. I was teasing. Please go on.”
“Anyway,” I said, “before I was interrupted, I was about to tell you about the time I invited Gunner to my apartment to watch porn.”
I waited for her to interrupt, but she only nodded for me to go on.
“Better,” I said. “So, we were on the streets of Madrid: paired off to be photography buddies and told to take pictures of various bridges. I asked him if he ever watched German porn, and his face went so red! I asked him what kind of porn he liked. He blurted out that he only liked girl-girl porn. I told him I had watched a super hot girl-girl-girl video that morning. Next thing I knew, we were back at my place, and I was casting my iPhone to the big screen TV.”
Maya asked, “Is that the video with the three girls in the back of the pickup truck?”
“Yes.”
“Madre Dios! That one is so hot!”
“Anyway, I start taking off my clothes.”
Maya looked shocked.
I pointed at her and said, “Yes! That was his exact expression! I told him that I always watched porn in the nude. I touched my fat cock, and told him girl-girl videos made me cum the hardest.
“I knew it!” said Maya. “I knew you got off from watching girl-girl stuff!”
“Of course! So, he relaxed a little, and we sat on the sofa together. Naked. Both our cocks were hard, which I thought might be significant, and I turned on the video.
“We watched the girls kissing each other, then they were rimming each other--you know the part.”
Maya moaned.
“Yes,” I said with a smile, “that part. By now, we’re both stroking our cocks. His cock was long with a nice thick head. Gunner kept looking at my fat cock, then checking to see if it was okay that he was watching me. I just smiled at him, and that made him moan more and look deeper into my eyes. Then, we got to the part where two of the girls were doing double anal with the double dildo.”
