Fact
4 Aug 2017


Let’s call them Paul and Leslie, the older couple with whom I had my first bisexual threesome.

We met online. Not surprising. They were looking to spice up their love life; I was just looking to push my boundaries sexually. We exchanged a few messages online, then exchanged phone numbers, and moved on to swapping a few pictures — some of them tame, some of them not so tame.

For me, the pictures really sold me on the potential fun of hooking up with Paul and Leslie. There were pictures of curvy Leslie in lacy pink panties. Another picture of her with her panties pulled to the side, exposing a beautiful, hairless pussy with big lips. There was a picture of Paul’s cock. It wasn’t huge, but it was very thick and he was hairless too and had large testicles that were somehow appealing to me. Then there was the close up his cock inside her, and another of her pussy dripping with his cum.

I sent them pictures of me, of course, which they must have liked because we arranged to meet for dinner and a few drinks.

We met on a Monday night at a local bar and grill, nowhere special but a nice enough place. I was a little worried about meeting them in public (what if someone I knew happened to be there? What if someone overheard us talking about planning a threesome?), but my curiosity and lust won the day.

I arrived first and got a table for three. They arrived moments later. Paul was dressed casually, jeans and a t-shirt, his graying hair slicked back and his face clean-shaven. He was probably around 50, and a little on the bigger side but looked like he must have been an athlete when he was younger. Leslie, a curvy brunette, was dressed all in black – tight pants and a sweater. I couldn’t help but wonder what she had on underneath. On her feet she wore black, high-heeled boots that went up her calves. Her hair and makeup were tasteful, and I picked up a nice whiff of perfume as she kissed me on the cheek in greeting.

We sat together and made idle chit chat as we browsed the menu, ordered beer, and got over the jitters.

They explained that they had had a few threesomes with a few different men, and that while they had had fun, each of the situations hadn’t really worked out long-term, which is what they were looking for. One partner had lied to them about being single and secretly had a girlfriend. Another partner flaked out after one encounter.

I listened and commented appropriately that I was single and, although inexperienced, very serious about partnering with them.

Over our meal and drinks, we started discussing the particulars of what they were looking for and what I was willing to try. Paul was interested in exploring playing with a man. However, he made clear, he was on the dominate side and wanted me to be sort of his submissive plaything, someone who would do as told. He wanted me to suck his cock, and he wanted to be able to command me to do different things to pleasure Leslie, including, possibly, fucking her.

They also explained that they had started exploring light BDSM – playing with nipple clamps, dildos, whips, handcuffs, and cock rings.

This all sounded incredibly fun to me, and I was definitely getting hard as we sat at the table. I could even feel a little precum wetting my briefs.

I told them it all sounded exactly like what I was looking for, but I clarified that although I was definitely game to explore bisexual play and would gladly submit to Paul’s directions, I didn’t think I was quite ready to take a cock, especially one as thick as Paul’s, in my ass.

Paul assured me this wasn’t a problem, as he wasn’t sure he was ready to full-on fuck a guy yet. We laughed and moved on, going over a specific list of things that were on and off the table. Rimming, check. Squirting, check. Safe sex only, check. Cock sucking, check. Nipple clamps and light whipping, check.

As our evening continued, I could tell they were feeling as excited as I was. We parted ways (Paul, what a gentlemen, paid for the meal) and agreed we would meet soon, probably on the weekend. In the mean time, Paul said he would create a group chat for the three of us and that he had some games he wanted to play with me and Leslie.

The next day, the group chat set up using the messaging app Kik, Paul explained the rules. I was his play toy. I could look at porn, I could touch myself, but I wasn’t allowed to cum unless he gave me permission. Also, obviously, my role was to please him and Leslie sexually.

One of the first games we played was that I had to shave or wax my cock and balls and share pictures so that Leslie could masturbate to the images. Leslie and I also had to look for porn images of the things we would like to do to each other and share them in the group.

All this, and not being able to orgasm, was really starting to drive me crazy by the end of the week. I was constantly imagining the things the three of us could do together.

Paul wanted to know if there were any games I wanted to play. There was – I asked if Leslie could shove a pair of her lacy panties in her pussy before they started fucking, and if I could have the panties after Paul came inside of Leslie. They both loved this, and agreed.

By this point we had made arrangements for our first meet-up. It would be that weekend at a local hotel. I arrived at the appropriate time, knocked on the door, my heart beating out of my chest.

What would happen tonight, I wondered? Would I be whipped? Would I get to have sex with Leslie, or would I only be allowed to use my mouth and hands? Would there be anal play of any kind?

Paul carefully opened the door and let me in. He was wearing only his boxers – he had quite a bulge down there. Leslie was in black lingerie. She looked stunning to me, dressed in high heels, thigh-high stockings, and matching bra, lacy panties, and a garter belt.

On one of the two beds in the room, they had laid out their collection of sex toys.

Paul started discussing them as he showed them to me. There where a couple of different leather floggers, handcuffs, two sets of nipple clamps, leather bands that looked like bracelets, a big dildo, and a few other odds and ends.

Paul, as he told me to undress, took one of the leather bands, which fastened with metal snaps. He explained that it was a band to put around my cock and balls. This one, he said, was a gift for me.

He gave it to me and I pulled my balls forward, snapping the band around my already hard cock and balls. It hurt a little. It was just barely big enough for me. As this was going on, Leslie laid back on the bed watching us, slowing rubbing her pussy through her thong.

Paul also showed me something that made my cock even harder than it already was – a used black lace thong. I could see white stains on it. Paul explained that, as I had requested, he and Leslie had had sex with it in her pussy and that he had cum all over the thong.

“You want to smell?” he asked, holding the thong up to my face. I looked over at Leslie and took a whiff. The smell was like a drug for me. “If you’re a good boy tonight you can have these,” Paul said, setting the thong aside.

Next, Paul took a pair of nipple clamps and put them on me. I let out a small cry, surprised at how much the clamps hurt. From there, it was amazing how fast things progressed. Paul, as if to assert his dominance further, told me to sit on the bed.

I did as instructed, and at the same time he dropped his boxers. With Leslie watching, he asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. I was surprised that he asked me so quickly into our encounter, but I looked up at him and nodded. As he loomed in front of my face, I gently grabbed his balls and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. It was salty with precum, and the sensation was firm and warm against my tongue. He was thick, but I worked his cock back and forth across my lips and to the back of my throat.

Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Leslie, now rubbing her pussy and relishing the site of her husband asserting his masculine dominance over another male in the strongest possible way – by forcing him to give head.

I was trembling now I was so excited. And I was somewhere between burning up with passion and being freezing cold. My skin tingled and my heart raced. Paul put his hand on my head and rocked his hips back and forth, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. I opened wide, trying to take him into my throat, but I gagged easily. This was going to take some practice. He laughed and said, “Good boy,” as I choked on his cock. On the bed, Leslie and slipped her lacy black thong to the side and was now sliding a finger inside herself. I could see that she was very wet.

Already the room was starting to smell like sex. I stopped and wiped my mouth. Paul told me he wanted me to please Leslie – and I was going to have to do something very specific to make this happen.

He called her over to the edge of the bed and pulled off her thong. Next, he explained, I had to eat out her asshole while she masturbated. A shock of excitement rocketed through my body. I’ve always been incredibly turned on by rimming. It’s so taboo and nasty – licking another person’s asshole.

Leslie laid back flat on the bed, raising her stockinged legs into the air and pulling her knees back towards her chest. I knelt and got a full view of her now sticky wet pussy and tight, pink asshole. She looked down at me and we made eye contact as I stuck my tongue out and leaned in. Paul stood over us, slowly rubbing his cock as I sunk my tongue into her asshole. She moaned and reached for her clit, rubbing her hands in circular motion as I devoured her asshole.

The tasty was salty and metallic. I was so turned on I could hardly believe what was happening.

“Now, she’s going to squirt on your face, and I want you to just keep eating her asshole, OK?” Paul said, as he reached out and stuck two fingers into Leslie’s pussy.

She moaned a deep guttural moan as she continued to tease her clit. Paul started to violently finger fuck her. Within in seconds, or so it seemed, Leslie’s moans intensified and she start convulsing. Paul pulled his fingers from her and she started gushing liquid across my face. I continued to lick, probe, and kiss her asshole as her squirt covered me. I could taste its saltiness as it dripped across my lips and onto my tongue.

This continued for another sopping wet round. And then another. The moans, the wetness, the deliciousness of her asshole were so overwhelming I eventually collapsed to the floor to catch my breath. My face was drenched. As I panted on the floor, Paul looked at me approvingly.

“Now I want you to watch,” he said. He grabbed Leslie and pulled her towards him. With her back on the bed and her legs spread, he forced his cock inside her. I stood, wiping my still wet face, and watched.

Involuntarily, I found myself stroking my cock. Leslie, bouncing with each thrust from her husband’s dick, reached for me. I climbed up on the bed and got to me knees, my cock close to her face. She took me in her hands and then in her mouth. One hand reached past my balls and teased my ass as she sucked me.

Paul and I looked at each other, and locked eyes, relishing the pleasure we were both getting from his wife. After a few moments, he pulled out of Leslie’s wet cunt and moved closer to her head. She moved her attention from me to her husband’s cock, which was wet with her juices.

I reached for my cock, which was now wet from her mouth and jerked myself as I watched Leslie passionately blow her husband.

“Come here,” Paul said to me, as he pulled away from his wife. “I want you to fuck her.”

Leslie looked excited, but didn’t say anything. Paul walked to the TV stand and grabbed a condom. He opened the packet and handed the rubber to me. I was still quivering with excitement. I pulled the condom over my cock as he instructed Leslie to get into doggy position on the edge of the bed.

I positioned myself to enter her, Paul standing right next to me watching. We looked at each other and he nodded. I eased inside her, and she pushed back against me. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her. Suddenly, I felt Paul’s hand on my ass.

“That’s it,” he said, one hand on my ass, the other on his cock. Leslie’s moans bounced up and down in pitch as my cock repeatedly rammed inside her. I didn’t fuck her long. Paul wanted her back.

“I don’t wanted you to cum yet,” he told me, motioning for me to move aside. I obeyed, like a good plaything.

He flipped her over and re-entered her. I stood by watching.

“Why don’t you get on the bed and jerk off on her tits while I fuck her?” he said. I obliged, getting on my knees next to Leslie’s head again. As I jerked myself, she played with my balls, all the while Paul watched us and fucked Leslie.

As turned on as I was, I was surprised by how hard I had to tug myself to cum. But when I did, it was a massive load. After all, Paul hadn’t let me cum in almost a week.

I shuddered, and Leslie laughed and squeezed my balls gently, as I sprayed across her chest. Paul’s thrusts intensified, and moments after I came, he climaxed in his wife.

We all start laughing. I felt an immense sense of satisfaction. Being the toy for these two great people, this happy and committed husband and wife, somehow was incredibly pleasing. I felt so happy that they let me participate in their love.

As Paul pulled out of Leslie, his cum dripping out of her, he turned to me and said, “There’s one last thing you need to do.”

He didn’t have to say anything else. I knew what he was hinting at. I climbed off the bed and knelt where he had just been standing – between Leslie’s legs. With my cum still all over her chest, she pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down at me. Paul stood by panting, stroking his still wet cock. I looked up at him, and then at Leslie, and dove in. Lapping up Paul’s cum from his wife’s used pussy. It was salty, and not very good to be honest, but I didn’t care. I was there plaything. I submitted to them. I belonged to them. And this was a powerful symbol of my submission.

I licked and sucked and lapped and swallowed – sealing my position as a bisexual submissive to Paul and Leslie, my two sexy, mature masters. When I left that night, it was with my reward — a used thong stained with Paul and Leslie’s cum.


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