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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]When you grow up playing with dick, there are a lot of things you wind up learning like (of course) how to suck dick and how to not get your gag reflex triggered - could be messy; you learned how to swallow cum and especially when there was a lot of it and if it tasted kinda yucky, you learned how to get rid of it without removing the dick from your mouth and maybe offending the guy by obviously spitting it out. You learn how to relax so that dicks of all sizes can go into your butt with the least amount of pain or discomfort... and you learn what position works best for you when it's time for the dick to go in you.

Spooning, lying flat on your belly, and being in that face down/ass up position and, sure, being on your hands and knees; you even learned how to be fucked standing up, either leaning against a wall or something or being held upright as the dick is working away inside you. But the one thing I learned and never really could do was being fucked in the missionary position.

Even though I got to be quite flexible because of my training in judo and karate, if a guy wanted me to assume this position, my hips just didn't want to work that way and I'd learn to just hate it when some guy would pounce on me like that and before I could tell him I didn't like that position, I'd be in it and the pain in my hip joints was worst than the pain of him banging my ass like his life depended on it.

On one such occasion, I actually punched the guy in the nose, not hard enough to break it but enough to draw blood and when he asked why I punched him I said, "I told you I didn't like doing it like that!" I got untangled from him and turned over, raised my ass up and told him, "Now, do it to me!"

It wasn't that I sometimes wouldn't do it like that - I just learned what my limits were in this and I'd take care not to let some guy push me past those physical limitations. If a guy wanted my legs up on his shoulders, okay, I could handle that well enough but when a guy wanted my legs drawn up and now he's trying to press my knees further apart and back, well, that shit hurt! Worst, I'd be squirming because of the pain and the guy would take that to mean I was really liking what he was doing...

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I lost track of how long he'd been fucking me because I was in that place where time didn't matter; I wanted and needed him to keep fucking me but, at the same time, I wanted him to cum inside me and if it happened right now, that worked. I knew he was on his second wind and that it would take him a little longer to cum and that was both fine... and not so much, if you know what I mean.

Finally, I felt his dick getting thicker inside me; I heard him say, "Oh, shit!" then felt his dick pumping away like crazy inside of me and it was just heavenly and exactly what I strangely wanted to feel. When he pulled out, he was looking like he was embarrassed or something and I asked him what was wrong and he started apologizing for cumming too fast and again for not having a big dick.

When he said he came too fast, I looked at the clock and my brain figured out that he'd only been fucking me for about five minutes or so - but it felt like he'd been inside me for much longer than that! I told him not to worry about it - he did exactly what I needed him to do; I thanked him and told him how much I appreciate him stepping out of his comfort zone and more so since I'd kinda stepped out of mine or, really, stepped back into a zone that was par for the course for me being with a guy.

We got washed up and before we got dressed, we spent some time in a 69 and I very much appreciated the fact that he could not only get it up for a third time but deliver another load of spunk for me to feast upon. Afterward and before he was ready to go, he thanked me for being so patient with him and not really putting any pressure on him to perform. He even said that he was going to rethink the whole thing about being the guy who got fucked because he really did like fucking me.

He left and I went back to work and it didn't take long before I got the urge for some pussy - but I'd have to wait until one of the girls got home and whichever one got there first was going to catch a bad break when I pounced on them![/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]Fifteen minutes later, he's still sucking away on my dick but not really getting me any closer to busting a nut. That didn't bother me... but I could tell it was bothering him; not only could I sense his growing frustration but I could feel how tense his body was becoming. I wasn't deliberately holding back on him and he was doing a good job sucking me - my nut was just taking it's own sweet time about showing up, that's all.

He stopped and looked at me and said, "I'm sorry you haven't cum yet but, um, how about you fuck me instead?"

Not really my favorite thing to do but, okay, it'll get me off and would also make him less frustrated. I got the lube and applied it to us both; he got onto his knees and in the face down/ass up position and I slid my dick into his ass until my belly was up against his backside. After checking to see if he was okay - and he said he was - it didn't take me long to bust that nut in him and as much as I didn't really like fucking a guy all that much, yeah, it felt very damned good.

But I wasn't finished with him because as I fucked him, I was thinking about how much I really needed to be fucked even though this, too, was unusual for me. I told him what else I wanted from him and he was hesitant, telling me that he usually doesn't fuck a guy but he'd try. I went down on him to get him hard enough to get his dick in me and after a few tries, I felt that delicious but uncomfortable feeling of his dick sliding into me and after a few strokes, I could feel his cock getting fully hard inside me. One part of me was telling me how much I missed this feeling while another part of me, well, just wasn't happy about it so I ignored it and settled into being fucked.

I could tell that he really wasn't used to doing this and it showed in how gently he was screwing me. Now, I don't like having my ass pounded but I told him that he could do it a bit harder if he could and while he didn't go all that much harder, he did go faster and that was fine - it felt very good.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]I was sitting at my desk, working from home, when I thought, "I need some dick!" That this thought came out of "nowhere" didn't surprise me one bit but it came on so strong that I opened A4A on my browser and started looking for a guy to scratch my itch with.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Usually, I can look for days and not see or find a guy I find interesting but this day, it only took me about five minutes to find a guy and one who could come over right now and give me what I needed. He was about my age, give or take a couple of years and while he went on and on about his dick not being all that big, I kept telling him that the size of his dick didn't matter to me - just bring it over and let me do something to it.

He agreed and said he'd be there in twenty minutes so I went to give my crotch a good washing but to also make sure I had stuff available if he wanted to wash or even shower with or without me first. After thirty minutes, I didn't think he was gonna show up and after deciding to call the cell number he gave me, I learned he had gotten stuck in traffic and was just now entering my development.

He arrived and we talked for a few minutes and I had to explain to him that if my pager went off, I'd have to stop whatever we were doing so I could deal with it; the pager goes off and that means the shit has hit the fan. Anyway, after some talking, we went to the bedroom, stripped down, and I pretty much pounced on him; I was starving for dick and I was going to feed my hunger.

True, his cock wasn't all that big - about average, I'd say, but it didn't matter. He kept trying to get at my dick but I wasn't feeling that yet and lost myself in sucking his dick until he cried out that he was gonna cum - then filled my mouth with lot of the gooey stuff. I thought about doing my "keep it going trick" but decided to cut him a break and laid back to be sucked and ignoring what he was saying - again - about always wanting to suck a Black guy's dick. I did remember, as he began to suck me, that he'd said that he didn't think he was all that good but like his size, I didn't give a fuck about that so much - just do what you can do because I'm very happy that you want to suck my dick in the first place.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]When the girls started eating each other, I thought he was gonna have a stroke or something, thinking that if he hadn't believed whatever she'd been telling him, he was seeing the proof. We finally got into the game, eating our own wives and each others and reveling in the two of them sucking our dicks. We were kinda taking a little break for some water when his wife whispered something in his ear and I wasn't sure what it was but he had a surprised look on his face for a moment, then nodded and I remember not thinking much of that until he shoved me onto my back and started sucking my dick!

The women joined him and I managed to find his cock and sucked him until he exploded in my mouth and things kinda went "out of control" after that but by the time we got done wearing each other out, that couple was now as bisexual as my wife and I were and we spent some time talking to them about how they could be as open as we were.

And life went on as usual. We'd settled down to the point where we didn't always invite other couples to our bed - although a lot of them were coming out the woodwork and from unexpected directions - but when we did, I can say that I'd never had more of a good time having sex when we could do it together, even when one couple who wanted to experience this was my brother and his lady.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]It was a rush to be able to share with her; we'd either get together to suck a guy's dick (if he was down with it) and my favorite thing was to be with her and eating a pussy with her but the biggest and best thing I took away from those moments was being able to share the experience with her even if sometimes, when we had another woman in our bed, I'd find myself sitting on the sidelines and just watching the women go at it because they just forgot that I was there.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]As our open marriage began to settle in, one of the things we talked about was how things seemed to change and that just because we could do this didn't mean we always had to do it. We'd still, at times, go on dates as individuals but it wasn't as much fun as the two of us throwing it down with another couple and even if the sex was straight and normal. I knew that almost all of her dates were now with women and I never figured out how she managed to find so many women who also like women and when I'd ask her, she'd just shrug and say she just got lucky - there was no Internet back then.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]We even got together and had a fantastic time with one of our female neighbors that, separately, we'd had sex with and I'm not sure who was the most excited about that - us or her. We "ganged" up on her; one of us was always doing something to her at any time, from kissing her all over to taking turns going down on the poor woman until she "begged" us to stop and told me to get the dick in her and even then I got her into the cowboy position so I could fuck her while my wife licked and sucked on her clit.

Afterward, she said we were crazy and asked what we were doing tomorrow afternoon and, surprisingly, if she could bring her husband. I guess he knew what she'd been doing with either of us and I guess that he wanted to see it for himself so we said they could both come if they wanted to; we didn't think he'd come with her but the next day, they were at our door and they both looked very eager.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It took her demanding an open marriage and took her getting dicked down in ways she really didn't like or enjoy to get her bisexuality out in the open; once that happened and she saw that, true to my word, it made me happy to watch her get all the pussy she could and, importantly, when we could share that pussy and the experience itself no matter who we were having sex with.

The thing that everyone said can't ever work was working for us and it made us love each other even more; it tested the strength of our marriage and relationship and we found it to be strong and durable. I could watch another man taking her from behind while she chowed down on some pussy - and, to me, it was as it should be. Or she'd be on top in a 69, the other woman is just wrecking her pussy while she sucked my dick or the other guy's dick and the surprising thing to me wasn't that she'd shed all of her inhibitions...

It was that the guy in the other couple didn't know his lady liked pussy. Yeah, sometimes I had to stop him from getting in his lady's case about it - it was no big deal and it wasn't like his girl was gonna dump him for another woman and more so when, after a healthy serving of my wife's fat pussy and big clit, she was more than eager and ready for him to lay the pipe to her and, sometimes, more eagerly than before.

My wife would have sex with the other guy in the pairing... but she really shined when she could get her mouth on the other woman's pussy... and more so when it turned out sometimes that the other woman had never been eaten by a woman before. For sure, they'd be shocked when my wife would go down on them but they got over it pretty quickly and shock themselves again when they'd turn around and go down on my wife and, as my wife would tell me, like she'd been eating pussy all of her life.

To watch her while another woman eating her was just something to see because I was not only seeing what is the most exciting sexual thing for a man to watch, I was seeing the real woman that I loved and married.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I thought it was an excellent idea and we spent days talking about it along with who we'd want to have sex with together. Before the first time we got down with another couple, I was of a mind that I could handle it - then found out I couldn't! She was sucking the other guy's dick, which I expected but, yeah, it kinda fucked with me to actually see her having so much fun sucking another guy's dick, just like it fucked with me when she went wild when he ate her and, since she was a squirter, she was hosing him down like crazy... which didn't even come close to how she reacted when her and the other woman got tangled up with each other.

I was stunned to see her going at the other woman... and her boyfriend was even more shocked because he just learned something about her that he didn't know - and that overwrote the shock he later told me about when he started sucking my dick as the women tag-teamed him, taking turns sucking his dick before he lost his load... in my wife's mouth.

It was a bit of a struggle to deal with what I had witnessed and as we talked about it - and after a whole weekend of sex with that couple, she said that she was feeling the same kind of things watching me having sex with the other woman, from eating her until she begged for mercy to actually getting her face all in the action so she could watch my dick going in and out of her.

Sometimes she'd find a woman to come have sex with us and I'd often be surprised at who'd show up at our front door; you think you know someone right up to the moment when you find out that you didn't know this about them. Threesome sex isn't that easy to do and in those moments when she'd find a woman who wanted to play with us - and I'll be damned if I knew how she was finding them - I'd often find myself sitting on the sidelines, my dick so hard that it hurt, and watching her eating pussy and being eaten.

And I was, strangely, okay with it. Where it really fucked with me in the beginning, it no longer bothered me to see someone having their way with her and knowing she was now enjoying every moment and, yeah, even when the other guy made her cum like a firehose.

We'd talk about it and it was never about who's dick was bigger or who fucked her better although she did tell me that while I was very good at eating pussy, I wasn't as good as the women who'd eat her was - but I was getting there. At first, man, that pissed me off and hurt my feelings... until I sorted it all out in my head - of course women can eat pussy better than men can - duh!

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