Category: Bisexual stories

Mike is a good friend of mine. I knew him since high school. A few years back he had to go to some other city for his job. Last summer he came back with his wife Debbie. She is really a sex bomb. Her body is so sexy and attractive that I always lusted for her and jerked many times on coming home after visiting them. We had a very good friendship and many a times we had even had bath in pool together only in our swim suits. It was always a hard time for me and my cock whenever she was in her two piece bikini in front of me.

Mandy Johnson sat at the breakfast table with her husband. She liked to get up and fix him breakfast, and sit and have a cup of coffee with him before he went to work. Her husband Jim worked as a software designer, and they would be considered ‘well-to-do’ by anyone’s standards.

“God damn what a day.” Big Daddy said as he flopped onto the couch.

It was a warm summer’s day and I wandered into the men’s toilet in a secluded part of the park to have a pee. I was wearing a light T-shirt and loose baggy shorts with no underpants.

Since our first meeting had gone so well, Jennifer and I started going out together. Other than the fact that in the bedroom I was the “man” only about half the time, it was a fairly normal relationship, apart from possibly being even more open with each other about our desires. One day a couple of months after our first encounter, we were both in her room talking and listening to music.

It has been a fantasy of mine for a long time to share my wife Maggie with another guy, but I’d also included in my fantasy that perhaps me being able to play with him would be great too. I’d love to suck a cock and to have him close his mouth around the head of my hardened penis… Just the thought of it always left me with the most enormous hard-on that I had to relieve myself in the shower…

(Some prior notes about me and this story: If MALE bisexuality, crossdressing or interracial sex bother you, don’t bother reading further. I am someone who considers himself a fairly “masculine” or normal guy, in many aspects. I think, however, that many straight, gay, or bi guys have always had secret fantasies,whether or not they’d actually admit to it, about what it would be like to be a woman, during sex. Without a sex change, the next best thing is to play “dress up and pretend”, which I’ve always had secret fantasies about doing once or twice. (And I believe that, with my look, I could probably actually could make a good cute, little girl, if made up that way.) Some of my influences for this story were things like straight interracial gangbang fantasies (3 or more hung black guys on one tiny white gal), a strong fetish for female cigarette smoking, hard rap/rock music and a weird, corny sense of humor. I’m not going to lie, either. If you want romantic and sensual erotica with lots of foreplay and moodsetting, don’t even waste any of your time here. If you’re into strippers, hardcore pornography, or raunchy unashamed sexuality in general, then feel free to read and let me know what you think.)

Officer Tim Walanski slowed the car, circling the little dirt turnaround as he held his breath, horrified at the damage the dirt rode could be doing to his new Plymouth cruiser. He crashed through deep holes and bounced over huge, bolder-sized rocks. He was following a pair of dirt wheel tracks which crested a deserted hilltop next to a large housing area. The cruiser scraped through the dry, lifeless bushes as they scraped down the sides of the cruiser, clutching at the only signs of life in their dry, barren existence as if desperately seeking escape.

Jenny and I have had a fantasy for a long time, where she would take the backseat role while I had the pleasure of a male escort. With my life changing and having a mild mid life crisis Jenny and I decided that it was time to live out our fantasy. Not only would she sit back and let it happen she will encourage us to suck and fuck each other and to join in when she could, even if it was just touching or kissing me for starters and when our fuck session was over, the male escort and I would service her.

Jen my wife worked for one of the biggest telecommunication offices in Melbourne and has done so for several years, which has enabled her to develop friendships and a healthier workforce within her department as well. Most the of the people who work with her are male so when it came to fantasy sex between the two of us, we were able to conjure up the wildest pleasures that involved both of us.