“To take an obvious example, let’s say I start working with a new guy at work and I think he’s incredibly attractive and–sorry to be blunt–I want to have sex with him. We both understand that if we’re in a position like that, it’s only going to make things worse if I deny the attraction or don’t talk it out with Ryan and instead let it fester. We’re only human, right, these things happen, but if you’re serious with each other, I think you have to be honest about it, like any other part of your relationship.”
My wife couldn’t help herself and blurted out, “So, are you saying this from experience?”
“No,” Emily laughed. “I mean, not really. To be honest, and this is going to sound lame as hell, coming from a reformed slut like me, but I really haven’t wanted to be with another guy since I got married. Sure, I find guys attractive, but I rarely or never take it to the next level and start thinking actively about being with them or having sex with them.”
“Wow, I can’t think of a higher compliment,” Ryan said.
“Sorry, I guess that was also a little forward, and obviously that’s your business,” Kendall said. “But we stumbled upon the same approach or philosophy as well. I think we already came into our relationship well-suited for each other and had, like, an instinctive feeling for the other. We always seemed to understand each other, and it made communicating so much easier.
“For me, I knew Dan was the one I wanted to marry pretty early on in our dating years. It was the way he treated me as an equal, a true partner. I had for years struggled to understand I was bisexual or apply that label to myself and had alternately denied it or hid it, and really had not told any of the men I dated that I had also dated or been with women in the past because of the way they would look at me afterwards, like I was now reduced to some object to fulfill their fantasies.”
I couldn’t recall if Emily or Ryan knew Kendall was bisexual. In straight-presenting relationships, it’s not something that comes up often, though Kendall has a way of nonchalantly dropping it into conversations. Both Emily and Ryan were listening intently, and no real surprise showed on their faces. Maybe she had, I thought.
“But I remember being on a date with Dan early on,” Kendall was saying, “And I remember feeling so comfortable and it just slipping out that, I like women, too. And, after a second of hesitation, he goes, ‘Oh, I’ve known that for some time.’ And, just like that, it no longer seemed a big deal or something I needed to hide or be ashamed of, and I realized that he was someone who could understand me and accept me for who I was, and not try to mold me or shape me into something I wasn’t or objectify me.”
“I gotta ask. How’d you know, Dan?” Emily asked.
“Mostly small things. The way she would frequently talk about how pretty other women were. Not uncommon, of course, but it always seemed like there was attraction there, too, not just appreciation. On her ‘hall pass’ list–you know, celebrities you get a hall pass with if the occasion arises–she had, what, two women out of five total passes? Maybe three? There’s probably some other signs I’m forgetting about. She might have once forgotten to clear her browser history full of lesbian porn. Things like that.”
“Shut up, I did no such thing,” Kendall said.
“Whatever you say, love.”
“Ignore him. But at any rate, I early on felt comfortable with him, with sharing anything with him. We’ve always talked with each other how important it is to communicate and be honest about feelings.” Kendall shot me a subtle, but knowing, smile. Instantly I knew she was thinking of, and acknowledging, my recent confessions about my own same-sex experiences. I smiled back and took a sip of wine.
“This is probably a very-straight-guy question, and I’m sure Emily’s going to kill me later, but I guess, is it any different when you see a woman you’re attracted to? I mean, I meet a woman, I think she’s hot, but I know I can go home to Emily and have not only an even hotter woman, but to be with someone I’m deeply in love with–”
“–good save,” Emily muttered.
“What I’m trying to say,” Ryan continued, “You’re missing half, right? Dan can satisfy the quote-unquote straight part of your relationship and sexuality, but how do you go about the other half?”
“Don’t worry, Ryan, I’ve had much worse questions from straight guys than that. And, I actually think it’s a good question, and probably at the heart of why bisexual people are seen as greedy. Fundamentally, I think what’s hard for non-queer people to wrap their head around is that, just because I happen to enjoy and like sex with women, doesn’t mean that I automatically need that to be fulfilled in my relationship with a man. It doesn’t mean I need to have both a man and a woman to be happy and satisfied. And trust me, I am very satisfied,” Kendall laughed and continued. “Do I sometimes want to make out with a hot woman? Of course. But it’s not any different than, like Ryan said, having those same thoughts after meeting some hot, new woman. Though being bi does make threesomes much better for all involved.”
“Oh–now the real secrets are coming out!” Emily said, a grin spreading across her face and her eyes twinkling–with lust, I imagined (or hoped).
“No, no, I’m kidding,” Kendall said. “I just felt it was getting a little too deep here.”
“But the cats out of the bag. You can’t leave us hanging like that. Have you had a threesome?” Emily asked.
“No, we haven’t. And haven’t before we met each other either. Part of the reason I often was closeted was because I didn’t want my bisexuality to be interpreted as meaning I automatically was down to have a threesome. Sure, I’d think it’d be hot, it’s on my bucket list and all, but I want it to be on my terms,” Kendall said.
The atmosphere at the table was charged. Everyone was deep into the conversation and, looking around at everyone’s faces, I could tell the wine, the talk about sex and the romantic scenery had left everyone feeling aroused. For my part, I was half-hard listening to Emily and Kendall talk and imagining the possibilities that this conversation could lead to. Judging by the rapt attention he was paying to the two women, I assumed Ryan was in the same position as me.
“Ok, that makes sense. So, I mean, what’s your ideal threesome scenario, then?” Emily asked, looking at Kendall. While she’d always been open about sex, I was surprised by how hard she was pressing this line of questioning.
“So, we’re going there,” Kendall said with a smile. “I guess I did bring it up. Obviously, I’d love to have one with another woman. I’d want to share that with Dan. I don’t think he’d mind watching–”
“–not at all–”
“And I think I would like to watch him and her too, but I think it would also depend on the person. And, if I wasn’t married, I think my ultimate bucket list item would be a threesome with two other women. We’d probably be in bed for two days straight.”
“As long as you tell me about it afterwards, I could get comfortable with that,” I said with a laugh.
“What about two guys?” Emily asked, a mischievous smirk on her face. I noticed that Ryan was grinning.
“I mean, yes. Though that’s a more recent addition to the fantasy list. But, come on, enough about us, I feel like I’m on display.”
“I guess that’s fair. I don’t know if we ever told you how we met. But, um, it was during college. We were both studying abroad, in London. Didn’t know each other beforehand, but we met during the trip. It always seemed like a fun fling–you know, being overseas, in Europe, all that–and we kind of treated it like that. We were having sex, but, you know, the group from our college in London with us is full of attractive people and of course London itself is full of attractive people, and we had just met, so we weren’t exclusive or anything.
“But, one night, anyway, we’re out at a pub. I’ve been flirting most the night with this one, very sexy guy from New Zealand, I think. I can’t even remember his name, but, no lie, he looked like a young Orlando Bloom. Ryan’s there, too, and eventually he comes and starts chatting with us. So now it’s the three of us and, as you can imagine, they are both very attractive and both seem really into me. I did the natural thing.”
“She asked us, almost out of the blue, I think, whether we’d want to go back to her room and continue the conversation there,” said Ryan.
“Right, so I’ve always been a bit brazen, I guess. But, predictably, both guys didn’t hesitate and we went back to my room. I’m sure we had a drink or two first, but it devolved pretty quickly from there. Clothes on the floor, some furious making out, and so forth,” Kendall said, reddening slightly.
“And it’s been happily ever after since,” said Ryan, laughing.
“What an origin story,” I said, “Was it a one time thing?”
“Well, we definitely had fun that night and into the morning, for that matter, but we had zero expectations. Just a wild night between a bunch of college-aged kids. New Zealand guy went his own way the next day, and we went ours. Ryan and I, to our surprise, kept seeing each other and, you know, eventually fell in love with each other.”
“Never happened again?” My wife asked.
“No, it was such an organic and spontaneous night that I think I’d be disappointed if we ever tried to replicate it. But I think you might get a sense now of why I was so curious about you two,” Emily said.
“Absolutely, that makes a lot of sense,” Kendall said.
By this point, we had finished the fourth bottle of wine.
“Should we continue this conversation back in our room?” I asked, in a mock-serious tone.
“Shut up, Dan, but yes, let’s head back,” Kendall said.
Ryan and Emily agreed, and we paid the bill and started walking back, two abreast, to the hotel. I had my arm around Kendall, neither of us saying anything, but occasionally trading knowing smiles with each other. Despite our earlier session in the shower, I could tell she was horny and was counting the seconds until she could take our clothes off. I ran my hand along her exposed back.
Up ahead, I saw Ryan and Emily trading similar looks. I imagined they were thinking the same thing as us and, not for the first time that night, I thought about what they would look like naked together.
When we made it back to our suite, we made some movements toward having a night cap, but both couples feigned exhaustion, and we went to our separate rooms. Once our door was closed, Kendall let loose a volley of words in a quiet whisper.
“Holy fucking shit. Can you believe that? Jesus, I was soaking by the time Emily finished talking. And what all do you think they left out? They definitely didn’t tell us everything, I’m sure. Who knew? I would never have guessed. I mean, Emily, she’s definitely freaky. She’s always given me that vibe. So that didn’t surprise me. But I never got a similar vibe from Ryan. What a way to meet.”
As she was talking, she started taking off her romper, and my earlier question was finally answered. She didn’t have a bra underneath, something I’d appreciated occasionally during dinner when her nipples pushed against the light cotton fabric. But she did have on a tiny, lacy white thong. I was admiring the way her thong framed her tight ass and legs, perched on top of her heeled sandals, when we heard the telltale sign of a bed creaking.
“Well, that didn’t take long,” Kendall said.
A soft moan–unmistakably from Emily–could be heard through the walls. The walls must be even thinner than I’d guessed, I thought. Kendall flicked off her sandals and threw back the covers in bed and lay down.
“Come here, babe.”
I removed my clothes down to my boxer briefs and slipped into the bed next to her, running my hand up her side and pulling her into me to kiss her.
She moved her hand down to grab my cock through my boxer briefs. I reciprocated, pushing my finger past the band of her thong. She was wet. I ran my finger along her slit, teasing her opening, and then, with minimal resistance, pushed my finger deep inside of her. She let out a small whimper and looked me in the eyes.
“Push another finger into me. I want to feel it.”
I pushed my ring finger in next to my middle and pressed my palm against her clit, my little finger teasing the rim of her asshole each time I pushed inside of her. With one hand on my cock, she started kneading her breast. I took that as an invitation and began lightly nibbling at the bottom side of her breast, kissing my way up and then sucking her nipple into my mouth.
We kept touching each other in this way, foreplay that we were expert at.
“Talk to me, babe,” Kendall whispered.
“Mm, I know what you’re thinking. You’ve always had a crush on Emily, haven’t you? She’s just your type. I’ve watched the way you look at her, the flirtations, the kisses on the cheek you give her. Am I wrong?”
“Ugh, yes, she’s so hot. She looked so hot tonight in that dress. Fuck, that’s the spot, right there, keep going,” she said.
“But until tonight, you had no idea, did you? That she was as kinky, maybe even more so, than you? You hear her moans, don’t you? Through the wall? She knows we can hear, and she doesn’t care. Imagine that’s you that’s making her moan. I bet you could make her come so hard, couldn’t you?”
“Yes, yes, keep going. Oh, I want to come so bad.”
By this point, Kendall had given up any pretense of trying to jerk me off. Her eyes closed, concentrated on the pleasure I was giving her. I moved my hand up to cup her cheek as I continued fingering her. I could feel her wetness running down to her asshole, which I used as lube in pushing my little finger inside of her ass.
I continued whispering in her ear.
“Tonight was just our first night here. Are you thinking about what could happen over the next week? What could happen between us? Think about all the tension that will build. All of us, barely dressed most of the week, drinking and thinking about sex. Something’s bound to happen. You want that, don’t you? I can tell by how wet you are. What if, instead of going to our separate rooms, we decide to start fucking each other in front of them? It starts innocently, of course. We start making out while sitting around, but you’re competitive. You want to up the ante. You want more. So we start feeling each other up and then you take out my cock and take me into your mouth. They’re both watching you. And then they start doing the same. Emily takes off Ryan’s shorts and you see his cock for the first time–”
Kendall let out a sharp gasp.
“–and I decide to let you watch, while I return the favor. Your eyes fixed on them, as Emily sucks Ryan off. Maybe Emily’s taken off her top at this point, and you’re watching the way her breasts, now free from her shirt and bra, move while she goes up and down on Ryan’s cock. And I move down your body–like this–in front of them, taking off the rest of your clothes and then taking your pussy into my mouth.”
I took her clit into my mouth and sucked, then ran my tongue over her slit and pulled back. I pushed my fingers back inside of her and look up at her.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, don’t stop, babe.”
I went back to licking her pussy and fingering her.
“Keep going, with your hand.”
I looked up at her. Her eyes were glazed over, lost in her fantasy.
“You’re thinking about me, eating you out in front of them, aren’t you–,” she let out a little whimper at that; I kept up a steady rhythm with my fingers, “–Who do you think takes the next step? I think you and Ryan make eye contact, he takes in your naked body, while me and Emily are going down on each of you. You look at him and nod. He knows exactly what you want in an instant. He pulls Emily off his cock. You look at him again, his cock wet from Emily sucking him off. He takes off his shirt, so he’s completely naked now, just like you. Emily is confused at first, and then, as Ryan stands up and starts making his way over to you, she understands what’s happening. She grins, and you lock eyes with her as she too finishes taking off her clothes. I look up and we all share a moment and we all realize what is about to happen. I think she’ll want to watch you take two cocks, like she did, don’t you think?”
“Yes, fuck. I’m getting so close. I want to come all over your hand. And then you can use me however you want.”
I moved my hand up, to wrap lightly around Kendall’s throat. She looked at me and nodded. While I pressed down on her throat, I brought one of my fingers up so that she could take it in her mouth.
The sounds of the bed creaking in the other room got louder, and we could hear both Emily and Ryan moaning and grunting.
“Think about it, babe. You’re lying there on the couch, exposed, and I’m on my knees, eating you out. Ryan comes over with his hard cock. And you take him in your mouth, mimicking the rhythm of how I’m licking your clit. He reaches his hand down and takes your nipple and squeezes it. You take him deep in your mouth as Emily gets up and sits down on the couch next to you. She wants a closer look at how you’re sucking off her husband.”
“Oh! Dan, I’m going come! Keep going, don’t stop, just fuck me with your hand. Hard.”
Kendall was sweating, her skin red. I felt her entire body tense as she got ready to come, and I tightened my grip around her throat. And, then, she’s was thrashing on the bed, lifting her hips and then pushing back down to take my fingers into her body as she came all over my hand. I felt a rush of liquid against my hand, and I knew she’d just squirted on me.
Her breath was ragged as she turned to look at me and said, “Now fuck me.”
I flipped her over so she was on her stomach. I sat back and grabbed her cheeks, spreading her open as I pushed my cock into her.
“I’m not going to last long after that,” I mutter.
“That’s fine, I just want to feel you inside me.”
I laid down on top of her, letting her feel my body weight as I started fucking her hard and fast, desperate to come.
“Oh, just like that Dan. Use me, use my slutty pussy. I’m going to come again, don’t stop. Just fill me up. I want to feel your cum in me.”
I sat back up and grabbed her ass in my hands. The sight of my cock pushing into and out of her pussy, her ass spread for me, was overwhelming and I started to come deep inside of her.
“I can feel you. I can feel you coming in me, come, baby,” Kendall said, reaching her hand back under her to grab my balls as I came for the second time today inside of her pussy.
I slowly took myself out of her and then laid back on the bed next to her.
“I don’t know about you, but I can’t think of a better start to the week,” Kendall said, looking at me and pulling in for a kiss.