Jeremy
It was like old times. After half a lifetime, and a phone call out of the blue, Dominic was here, in my home for the weekend; it was as if he’d never been away.
For years, he’d been my best friend—and more! Yet we’d somehow lost touch after my job took me elsewhere. I didn’t really understand why.
I’d forgotten what he could be like; a real ray of sunshine, he was full of fun, opinionated, forceful, and lewd—all of which had Trish giggling like a teenager again.
My wife, Trish, had been very understanding. On the Friday when he arrived, she welcomed him as a friend into our home, gave him a warm hug, and cooked us all a very informal steak and chips, setting a relaxed mood perfectly. And then, on the Saturday evening, after we’d spent the day out and about together, she was happy to leave us to our own devices.
“I’m going over to spend some time with Rachel—give you boys some space to catch up without me cramping your style. Be good!”
With a smile and a wave, she left the house; tall, elegant, and as naïve as ever. I noted with surprise that she was wearing her favourite red sundress, along with a string of pearls around her neck. Her soft feminine scent, and an accompanying sexual frisson lingered behind her.
Dom looked after her in appreciation, and gave me a look of approval.
“How did you manage to hook such a gorgeous creature, Jez?”
“I have no idea.”
We looked at one another, and laughed.
“So—Chinese take-away?”
I grinned. “Just like old times…”
The food was good, and with a couple of Budvar’s, helped break the remaining ice now that we were alone. All the things we’d done together came tumbling back. Forgotten, but not forgotten, if you know what I mean?
After we cleared the dishes, time seemed to slow as we settled down and relaxed with another beer.
“Trish seems lovely, Jez. Does she know about our… history?”
“God no!”
I paused. “I have a beautiful and clever wife, Dom, but, she’s pretty vanilla, and doesn’t really go for anything—out of the ordinary. I think she would be totally shocked if she knew I was bi, or… you know?”
“Oh? You think she’d disapprove?”
I felt a little uncomfortable.
“I don’t think she’d—disapprove, exactly but…”
I left it there, not really sure how to explain my wife’s lack of sex drive.
“What’s she doing this evening?”
“Oh, she and Rachel—that’s her best friend—usually have a girls’ night every couple of weeks. You know, a weepy movie, glass of wine and talk about— whatever it is that girls talk about when they get together.”
There was a silence whilst we contemplated our beers. That sexual frisson was back, making me feel ever so slightly uncomfortable.
“I don’t suppose…?” Dom asked, tentatively.
I looked across at him, sitting alone on our sofa. We’d had a very special relationship back then—particularly in our late teens. Neither of us was the college type. We’d both gone straight into work locally. And we’d slowly discovered things about each other that had been lying dormant, waiting to be uncovered.
I breathed out quietly, rose out of my armchair, and joined him. I could feel the atmosphere change as I sat next to him. I could feel a tingle in my groin as I got a whiff of his manly scent.
“Why don’t you show me what I’ve missed?” I whispered.
He studied me for a second.
“Like old times?”
“I expect so.”
Smiling, he stood. Slowly, he undid his belt and slipped off his jeans and undies. Turning towards me, I saw a knowing, superior smile on his face as his cock filled my view. It was a magnificent beast, and a sight I had sorely been missing.
“Then you know what to do…”
I licked my lips. Yes, I knew what to do. We’d played this game many times before...
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Trisha
I rang the doorbell. Rachel answered quickly with a wide smile on her face. She was wearing her cobalt blue kimono with matching high-heel sandals—and, by the looks of it, nothing else!
“Come in, darling—what kept you?”
I stepped into her hallway, and kissed her passionately, giving her plenty of tongue in the process. I was so hungry for her, I could hear her laughing into my mouth before she broke off.
“Needy, are you, Trish?” she said with a knowing grin.
In answer, I slipped the straps of my dress from my shoulders, allowing it to puddle at my feet. I stepped out of it, wearing nothing now except for my own five-inch heels, and the pearl necklace that Jez had given me for my birthday.
Rachel giggled, and admired my body. I knew what she was seeing; I was long-limbed, with pert, 32C breasts, a flat stomach, and strong thighs—courtesy of my aerobics classes. I didn’t look too bad, and knew Rachel thought so too…
“What am I going to do with you, you horny minx?”
“Well, I’m really hoping…”
Rachel’s giggle turned into an exuberant laugh.
“I think we can do something about that! Follow me, and you can worship at my fountain of lust with that talented tongue of yours!”
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Jeremy
Dom relaxed on the sofa and spread his knees. The message couldn’t have been clearer.
I moved between his legs and admired his phallus. Uncircumcised, I knew he was a good eight inches when erect. Now, his elegant tool, neither hard nor soft, was sitting at about five inches, hanging between his legs like a thick pendulum.
Dom had always been the more masculine of us—the dominant one. For some reason, I always wanted to please him. Dom by name, and most definitely, dom by nature…
I leant forward and stroked him. I could smell his essence, testosterone oozing from his pores. Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I kissed the velvet tip; I so loved the feel, the texture, the warmth, and the deep purple colour of his beautiful organ. I marveled at how it was so malleable—so very firm, but also flexible.
I slipped my lips over the head. Dom moaned in approval as I took him into my mouth. I licked under, and around the delicate glans, and could feel Dom reacting—shivering, almost—to the touch of my tongue.
My lips slid down his shaft, until I reached the base of his growing cock. It had been so long since I’d had a man in my mouth! I could feel his pubic hair tickling my nose. I cupped his egg-sized balls in my hand, enjoying the weight, excited at the thought of the impressive load they undoubtedly carried.
I could feel him lengthening inside me, and slid my mouth back up his silky rod. I doubted I would be able to do that again; he would be too big!
I moved down to lick those alluring eggs, tasting sweat, and an ardent male tanginess that had my heart racing.
“Oh, God, yes! That’s it, Jez—suck them good! A real man’s balls, full of my potent seed. You want what’s in there, don’t you?”
I did. He knew I did. Our verbal game was part of the fun. Him teasing me, asserting his dominance, demonstrating who was the Alpha in our little bisexual relationship. If only Trish understood what I needed, and could embrace who I really was…
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Trisha
Rachel, five feet, four inches tall, with her jet black hair styled into a short, but very sexy, tousled pixie cut, had been my passage to sexual enlightenment.
We’d been seeing each other for nearly two years. A teacher, she’d lived alone since her divorce, and was bisexual, with a strong leaning towards women. Though, from what she’d said, I gathered she would be more than happy to turn it on for the right man!
To me, she was pure, sexual dynamite! She was just what I wanted and needed in my life—someone to take charge of me every once in a while; tell me what to do, excite me, and take me to places I hadn’t been able to go with my husband who, lovely though he was, still thought I was the repressed prude he’d married all those years ago. Jez was too wrapped up in his own fantasies to notice the changes in me, and unwilling to share what he really wanted.