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Bi Threesomes 
by Bigby Stories (bigbystories@hotmail.com)

***

A married woman spends the night with another couple; 
then invites her husband for a threesome. (MMF, intr, 
wife, swing)

I sure do appreciate getting some mail back.

***

If you met my wife, you would think she was a sweet and 
docile little housewife.

Sweet; yes. Little; obviously. Housewife? Certainly. 
Docile? Not with me.

She's blond, blue-eyed, and Danish. Things weren't too 
bad when we lived in the countryside in Connecticut, 
but when we moved down to Washington D.C. she seemed to 
change.

Suddenly, he had a social life; she met friends of her 
own, we went to dinners, we entertained at our house.

Gertrude is a bright, personable woman. She engaged 
with everyone, she listened to them, everyone loved 
her; it made me proud to be her husband. I was glad 
that we had moved, she had been suffocating in that big 
empty house.

**

We were at a dinner party for the birthday of a friend 
of mine from work.

There was good food, good cheer, and a liberal amount 
of champagne.

Somebody put some music on.

"Come on, dance with me." Gertrude said to me.

"I don't want to." I answered her; no one else was 
dancing, I didn't want to embarrass myself.

So my foreign wife danced by herself, in the midst of 
the small crowd in the living room. There was only 
about six of us, but Gertrude seemed to be the only one 
uninhibited enough to let herself move with the music.

Our hostess, Celine began to dance is well. I couldn't 
tear my eyes away; they were both so lovely, and 
there's something very sexy about a dancing woman.

They faced each other, swaying slowly and gracefully, 
careful not to spill their wine glasses. The rest of us 
spoke together as before, but all of our eyes watched 
the women in the middle of the room.

Gertrude grinned at me, and turned her attention back 
to her new friend. They danced a little closer; within 
a foot of each other. They began to match each other's 
movements; it was wonderful, spontaneous, and sexy.

The recording ended, and everyone sat down. The evening 
got late, people began to go home. Finally, it was just 
the four of us.

As we stood to leave, I shook hands with my host and 
hostess. Gertrude, in the European fashion, kissed 
them.

But as she embraced Celine, she lost her balance 
slightly, and they stumbled together, laughing. There 
had been some champagne consumed, remember. And then 
Gertrude kissed Celine again; on the mouth.

I just stared, looking forward to getting Gertrude back 
home and into bed.

Then she kissed Tom, taking his big head in her small 
pale hands, she unabashedly kissed him on the lips. 
Well, it was his birthday. She looked tiny in his 
embrace, his hands massive on the small of her back.

My little wife broke away from my colleague; "Oh, I 
forgot my purse." She said, and went back into the 
living room, followed by Celine. Tom said something 
about the weather as we waited for them to come back.

"Darling," Gertrude said, "I'll be staying here 
tonight. You go on home."

I stared at her speechlessly.

"Go on, it's Tom birthday, and we didn't bring them 
anything so I'll stay here tonight. Go on home Morgan."

I looked at Tom, he was staring at my wife has shocked 
as I was. I looked at Celine; she looked back at me 
with a grin. I didn't know she was grinning for me or 
at me.

And then I was headed for our car, alone. The door 
closed behind me with a click like thunder.

**

We had been spicing up our sex life with stories of 
infidelity; I particularly loved Gertrude's stories of 
fantasy affairs with black men. Now she had decided to 
really do it.

I lay in my bed, alone; unable to sleep, thinking of my 
wife with my friends.

Celine and Tom were a young African-American couple, in 
their late twenties. Both of them were good looking. 
Tom was big and strong. Celine only slightly shorter, 
with long legs and slim hips.

I thought of my wife, my petite blond lady, sucking 
Tom's black cock; it drove me nuts. It was a long dark 
lonely night for me.

**

Gertrude came breezing in late the next morning as I 
was having breakfast in the kitchen.

"Good morning, darling! Did you sleep well?"

"No. what about you?"

"Oh, you know what I'm like; after a few drinks and 
some good sex, I sleep like a log. Celine said I 
snored."

I sat silently fuming.

Gertrude laughed, and tousled my hair; "Don't be like 
that! It's what you wanted."

"What do you mean?"

"You wanted me to have another affair, with a black 
man. And now I have!

It really was nice, would you like to hear about it?"

"No." I lied.

"If you didn't want me to stay, you should have said so 
last night." She told me. "Anyway, I really like Celine 
and Tom, and I'm glad I did."

She poured herself coffee, and sat down calmly. There 
was silence.

"All right." I finally said. I can't bear it when 
Gertrude is angry with me.

"All right, what?"

"Tell me about it."

**

"I asked Celine if she would like me to stay, when we 
were in the living room just before you left. We had 
all had a little bit too much to drink, you know. I was 
very excited by the idea, and I told her it would be a 
great birthday present for Tom.

"After you left, no one seemed to really know what to 
do at first. So I put the music on again, softly 
because it was late, and Celine I danced while Tom 
watched. It was incredibly fun; Celine is so pretty, 
don't you think? We held onto each other, and we 
kissed. I knew that Tom would find that very exciting. 
Then we took our clothes off, like a strip show. So we 
were naked.

We danced some more, and we hugged and kissed each 
other. You should have seen it, Morgan! Celine has such 
a lovely figure, and her skin is so smooth. I kissed 
her breasts, and she held me close against herself.

I looked over at Tom, and I smiled. He got the message, 
and he took his clothes off. He's a very handsome man, 
Morgan. And very... very handsome.

"We went to the bedroom after that. It was fantastic, 
just fantastic. I never even knew that I would like it 
like that, with another woman, I mean. Tom did us both 
proud, he did me first, and then Celine.

"What do you think of that, Morgan? Do you think you 
could please two women? It takes a special man.

"We all slept after that, and in the morning we 
showered together, and then Tom did it with me again. 
He has a lot of strength, you know. I have to tell you, 
I was really impressed."

Like the other stories Gertrude had told me, the tale 
made me hot for her. The fact that this time the story 
was true just made it more intense. I stood and went to 
her; I took her face in my hands, and bent to kiss her. 
I needed to make love with her, I needed to show her 
that I could do it too. I needed to take her back.

"You are very sweet, darling; but I'm not in the mood 
anymore. I only just gotten back!"

She reached for my crotch, and laughed as she massaged 
my hard cock through my trousers. "We'll do it later." 
She promised.

**

But we didn't somehow; not for a day or two. Then as we 
were going to bed, Gertrude started to fill in some of 
the graphic details;

"Tom has a beautiful cock. And it's big, too. I sucked 
on it, it was just beautiful, how it felt in my mouth."

My wife hand slid over my body, finding my own pale 
penis stiffening under the covers.

"It's fantastic feeling, Morgan. Sucking a man; I 
always feel as if I know someone after I've done that. 
Like I know something extra, I've tasted him, not just 
seen and heard him."

She pulled the cover aside, and moved her face close to 
where her hand was gently massaging my organ.

"But what I never knew before, is that it's just the 
same between women."

Her pretty face engulfed my cock, causing me to stiffen 
from the rush of hot wet ecstasy. Her laughing eyes 
stared up at me. Her pretty lips freed themselves for a 
moment.

"I licked Celine, too. What you think of that, Morgan? 
I licked her clit. Her long brown thighs were around my 
head. It was nice. And then she licked me back, before 
Tom put his dick in me. His big, black, dick, darling."

I rolled her over after that, and gave her what she 
wanted. What we both wanted.

Afterwards, as we lay together satiated, she stroked my 
chest and spoke again.

"You like that little bisexual thing, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Me too. Would you like to try it? It's so much fun."

"Well. sure." I answered, the thought of evening out 
the score with the beautiful Celine had a lot of 
appeal.

"That's good, honey. Because we have a date for 
tomorrow night. Tom agreed it's only fair."

**

I have to admit, I was as nervous as I was excited; 
making love with two women was a definite fantasy of 
mine [of most men, I guess], but it was also quite 
daunting; was I man enough? What if I blew my load, and 
couldn't get it up again? What if I made a fool of 
myself? I showered and shaved, and dressed myself 
carefully.

"Are you ready, darling? Our beautiful black lover will 
be here any minute!" Gertrude called out.

The doorbell rang, and Gertrude answered it; "Darling, 
you look fantastic!"

I heard her say, "Give me a kiss."

I went downstairs to meet our guest; but it wasn't 
Celine. It was Tom.

"Oh there you are, Morgan. Don't just stand there like 
a shot duck, get us some wine."

"Hi Morgan."

"Hi Tom."

My head was spinning; wine was the last thing I needed. 
I tried to think; hadn't she said it was Celine? No, 
she had only ever said it was my turn, have a 
threesome, beautiful black lover.

Gertrude was sitting with Tom on the couch; she was 
wearing her very skimpiest black cocktail dress. Her 
smooth white legs were leaning against his trouser leg, 
as if trying to find a way in. Her hand was on his 
shoulder, and her eyes were all over him.

"Thanks, Morgan." Tom said as I gave him his wine.

"You're welcome." I replied automatically.

"You look a little uptight." He observed.

"So do you." I answered.

He laughed; "You're right. Maybe I should go."

"No one's going anywhere!" Gertrude snapped, grabbing 
Tom's cock through his trousers. "I've been looking 
forward to this all week, and now."

She was fighting with Tom's belt buckle and trousers; 
there wasn't much resistance. Her little hand 
disappeared down bellow, and came back with the stiff 
black organ triumphantly. She looked up at me, the 
excitement shinning from her big blue eyes.

"I want this, Morgan. Do you understand?"

"Yes, dear." I mumbled.

"And you will be part of it."

"Yes, dear." I repeated.

"Do you have a problem with that, Tom?" she demanded of 
our guest.

"Well, uh, no." he stammered.

"Good." She said, and kissed him, one hand behind his 
neck while the other maintained its hold on his dick, 
as if just to make sure he didn't try to sneak away.

"Take your clothes off, Tom." She instructed. "You 
aren't shy, are you? You didn't mind last time, did 
you? Come on, tiger; let's get you naked. Turn the 
heating up a little, Morgan. Then you get undressed, as 
well."

By the time I had done as she'd told me, she was on her 
knees in front of Tom, his black cock stiffening in her 
pretty mouth, her blond curls bouncing up and down on 
his lap.

"Oh, man! That feels good." He said, I'm not sure who 
to.

"Morgan, sit next to Tom. Closer, darling, we're all 
friends here. This is what I want! Two hard cocks." she 
sucked me, with an enthusiasm I'd forgotten she once 
had; she moved her mouth back to Tom's organ. I felt 
uncomfortable, Tom's naked thigh was leaning against 
mine. His body was warm compared to the cold air in the 
room.

She let go of my cock, and took my hand. She pulled; 
insistently, she pulled it towards where her mouth was 
pleasuring him.

She looked up at me, her expression informing me as to 
the futility of dissent. I allowed her to pull my hand 
to the penis of the other man. Gently, her little hand 
closed my fingers around his warm wet shaft; it was big 
and strong, like the rest of him. It was pulsing with 
life, potency, and energy.

Gertrude held my compromised hand in both of hers, 
pulling it up and down the long dark pole, following 
her own mouth. She lifted her head up to grin at me, 
still making me masturbate her black lover.

Oh god; it excited me. I tried to deny it, but I 
couldn't. I was holding another man by the dick, I was 
playing with his hard cock, and it excited me! And 
then. then his big black hand reached over. my white 
penis was stiff, quivering as it waited. The dark 
fingers closed around me, grabbing my manhood in a hot 
hard grip. I couldn't look at him, I didn't want to 
make eye contact; that would be too much for me. I 
looked at his cock in my hand, the purple head 
expanding when I squeezed it.

Gertrude was still dressed [if only barely], and she 
sat down on Tom's other side. She took his face in her 
hands, and began to kiss him again.

I didn't know what to do; I was confused. So I just 
kept pulling his stiff cock, and he kept pulling mine 
while kissing my wife.

"Let's move it to the bedroom, boys." Gertrude said; 
she got up and sashayed into the other room. Tom and I 
released our grips on each other and followed.

Tom hopped onto my bed while my wife stripped off her 
excuse of a dress; naked, she climbed in after him. Her 
fingers traced over his lean dark torso, and toyed with 
his still stiff penis, before cradling his balls 
comfortably.

"Darling," Gertrude said, looking over at me, "get into 
bed."

I did; there was no room on Gertrude's side, so I was 
on the other side of Tom from her. She looked at me, 
then looked down at the big black penis in her hand; 
she looked up at me again, and raised her eyebrows. 
Reluctantly, I reached out and took it from her. I 
played with it, and tickled his balls with my other 
hand.

It was a strange feeling; the conflicting emotions as I 
did Gertrude's bidding. I can't pretend it wasn't 
exciting me, but at the same time I felt revulsion.

My wife's pale thigh settled across Tom's thick black 
one, next to where my hands were touching his 
genitalia. A strong black hand began to caress her 
small white ass.

 "Darling," she said to me, "suck Tom's cock."

"What? But..."

"Morgan! Don't ruin it. You said you were into a little 
bisexual trip, didn' t you?"

"But I thought you were talking about you and Celine."

"What's the difference? You wanted to see me do it with 
Celine, and I want to see you do it to Tom. NOW, 
Morgan."

"But I'm not gay, Gertrude!"

"No one said you were, sweetheart. No one said I was 
gay, but you and Tom enjoyed it when I was making out 
with Celine, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Now I want to see something, too. Do it for me, baby; 
you're not afraid are you?"

"Why should I be afraid?"

"Well, if some part of you really wanted to do it, then 
I could imagine that the feeling might scare you. But 
if you're straight, then you shouldn't really care, so 
you could just do it for me. Go on, darling; it won't 
hurt, just do it."

I looked at her; I looked at the cock in my hand. It 
smiled at me, begging me to. It was already in my hand, 
it wasn't such a big step, really. My mouth was 
watering, at least a part of me wanted to try it, 
wanted to know what it was like to feel a cock in my 
mouth; and it was such a lovely cock, too. I might 
never have another chance like this, never in my life, 
I realized. A chance to test myself, to taste cock 
while my wife was there to take over if need be.

"Do it darling." She coaxed , "Do it for me. Please?"

I bent down; hesitantly, I touched the dark tip with my 
lips briefly; there was no thunder, there was no sudden 
urge to wear pink and walk funny. Everything was just 
the same.

"Suck it, Morgan. I want to see you suck it." Gertrude 
said insistently.

I looked up at her; she lay against Tom's shoulder, his 
hand around her body. Her face was set; I knew she 
wouldn't give in. I lowered my face down again, down 
down to where the sturdy dark penis was waiting.

"Open wide." Gertrude said from above, "Wider, honey."

I felt a hand on the back of my head, insistently 
pushing me lower. The cock pulsed in my hand, begging 
me to do it.

I opened my mouth, dropped my head, and it was in.

And it was ok; I wasn't bothered by it much. I realized 
Gertrude was right, there was nothing to fear; it was 
even kind of pleasant. The idea of pleasuring a woman 
was acceptable, so why shouldn't it be acceptable to 
pleasure a man? I looked up to see my wife staring at 
me with utter fascination, her arms around our new 
friend's neck. Her hips were slowly gyrating, grinding 
her clit against his hipbone nearby. Tom had his eyes 
closed, but his chest was heaving visibly. Gertrude 
turned away from me to kiss his mouth.

 It was slightly salty; musty. It was real, so 
incredibly vital and real.

Deeper it went, deeper; I suddenly wanted more, I 
wanted it all!

I sucked it, I licked its length up and down, and 
sucked it again. I bobbed my head up and down over it, 
feeling the knob sliding over my tongue and against my 
throat. I gripped it with my lips, I scratched his 
balls lightly.

Somewhere, I was aware that I was making a fool of 
myself; I knew this guy, I worked in the same office. I 
could be jeopardizing everything.

But I didn't want to stop, it was too unique a feeling, 
so new, raw, nasty and good to suck that cock!

I was aware of Gertrude changing her position; she 
straddled Tom's head, and lowered her crotch down to 
his mouth, facing me. I watched her watching me; 
watching me suck cock as I watched her move her hips 
over the other man's mouth.

She smiled at me slyly, the pleasure and excitement of 
it all clearly written across her pretty face. Her hips 
gyrated over his mouth; I could see his chin moving 
under her blonde bush as he strove to please her, but I 
couldn't see any more of his face.

She licked her lips, her mouth hanging open in absent 
minded awareness of her own delight, the way porn 
actresses try to fake.

This was her fault; me becoming a cocksucker. It was 
Gertrude's idea, and for Gertrude's pleasure that the 
smooth hot sausage was living between my lips, pulsing 
in my mouth like a queer bomb, ready to blow my self 
perception to bits.

So then, I thought; if I'm going to do it, then do it. 
I looked into her half closed blue eyes, and slowly ran 
my tongue up the dark shaft; around the tip, and down 
the other side. Working less to pleasure him now, than 
to put on a show for her.

The show was submission; it was about Gertrude's 
dominance of me. I was sucking cock, the cock of my 
friend, her black lover; at her instruction, for her 
pleasure. I was like a dog at her feet, willing to 
accept anything for her approval.

And she did approve; I saw her jaw tighten, and her 
hands clench her lover's wrists, holding his roaming 
hands still on her pert white breasts; she climaxed as 
I sucked his dick, pushing it as deep as I could, only 
regretting my inability to suck it all the way down my 
throat.

Realizing he was going to come if I didn't stop, I 
released him; it plopped against his flat stomach, 
pulsing with visible urgency.

I would have gone all the way; I would have let him 
come in my mouth, I would have gloried in the ultimate 
humiliation; but it was just too soon.

I got up to kiss her; my cock slid across his on the 
way. It wasn't completely intentional, but I did 
nothing to avoid it, either. I took Gertrude's face in 
my hands and kissed her gently with my compromised 
mouth. I felt hands on my cock and balls; hers were 
around my body, the hands on my privates were not 
Gertrude's.

She moved back, off of his face; she pulled me with 
her, silently but insistently bringing my hard cock 
towards the mouth that she had just vacated.

"Oh shit. I didn't think I'm ready for this." We heard 
him say.

"Now Tom, you liked it when I made Morgan do it to you, 
didn't you?"

"Well, yeah, but."

"And didn't Celine say you were mine for the evening, 
to use as I liked?"

"Well, I didn't think she meant."

"Well I won't tell her if you won't, darling. Now I 
want to see you suck Morgan's cock. Go on, don't be 
shy. We're all friends here, we won't will tell 
anyone."

Gertrude was wearing that sly smile again as she took 
my cock in her hand, and pulled it [and the rest of me] 
towards Tom's helpless mouth.

It was hard to believe it even though I was watching it 
happen with my own eyes; my stiff pale cock was 
disappearing between his thick black lips, the lips 
that had just been kissing Gertrude.

I twisted around, to see my wife grinning wickedly at 
me as she squatted over Tom's big black cock; she was 
holding it upright, against her groin. Her body slowly 
descended, moving slightly forward and back as it slid 
inside her.

She bounced up and down a few times, enjoying herself. 
I almost had to come; watching that black cock slide in 
and out of my wife while getting a blowjob, even though 
it was from a man, was almost too much.

"Turn around, Morgan" she told me.

I pulled my cock from Tom's hot mouth, and Gertrude 
guided me with her hands to where she wanted me to be; 
on my side with my ass by Tom's face, so she could suck 
me and fuck him at the same time.

Tom started to suck my balls; and that was too much, 
much too much for me. The mother of all ejaculations 
has started, I remember thinking, as contraction after 
contraction pumped my fluid into Gertrude's throat.

My ammunition was completely depleted after that, and 
soon my cock softened; I pulled away from them, a spent 
force. Tom rolled my willing wife over, and began to 
give it to her hard and straight; she clutched him 
tightly, so small and vulnerable looking below him, as 
his powerful dark shaft miraculously disappeared into 
her again and again, somehow finding welcome 
accommodation within her tiny white frame.

She came; once, twice, three times. I felt jealous; I 
couldn't come three times.

"Stop, Tom! She said suddenly, "What do you want to do 
to me? Roll over, baby."

And she was on top again; she lifted herself up, so 
Tom's cock was slowly withdrawn from her. She looked at 
me, then at it, then at me again. She held the base in 
her hand.

"You know what I want, Morgan." She said to me.

She was right; I knew. I crawled forward, and bent 
forward to suck it again.

I felt somehow more humiliated this time; he had proved 
himself the better man. He had held his load through 
everything, he had been the one to give it to Gertrude 
in style. Now I was servicing him, licking his superior 
cock clean.

The big shaft was hot in my mouth, close to the edge; I 
could feel the tension in his body, even before I felt 
the black balls in my hand contract in preparation for 
his inevitable explosion.

It was a privilege I realized; something to be thankful 
for. He blessed me with his hot gooey load, the load he 
hadn't spent on Gertrude. He had kept it for me, and it 
rushed into my waiting mouth like a 747 coming in to 
land. It filled me with horror and satisfaction in 
equal measure. Swallow, I thought; that's what I have 
to do. That's the point of it all, to absorb the gift 
he had seen fit to trust me with; swallow.

I felt a sudden nausea as it went down, and for a 
moment I thought I wouldn' t be able to hold it; but 
then it passed, and I was ok.

I opened my eyes, to see my wife's sweet face resting 
on the dark flat muscular stomach, her eyes watching me 
as the cock in my mouth began to shrink.

She smiled; "Life has just gotten much less boring, 
don't you think?" she said.

**

Since then, Gertrude and Celine have arranged several 
more threesomes, but never a four way session.

I was with Tom and Celine, and she was as excited as 
Gertrude when I sucked Tom's dick. I couldn't make her 
come three times, like Tom keeps doing with Gertrude, 
but I did make her come once; she's such a lovely 
woman, it made me feel so good about myself.

And Gertrude loves to spend nights with the two of 
them, but she won't agree to me with her and Celine. 
She says I would make a fool of myself, since there's 
no way I could ever please two women together. Instead, 
she says I should think about things like shaving all 
my body hair and trying to find some women's clothes 
and shoes that will fit me.

Bigby, 2002

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