Sitting here right now I’m in some post orgasmic glow. So forgive me any confusing details but hopefully the elation and excitement shine through.

Some back story: My wife and and I have recently decided to open our marriage and have done so through swinging and finding another couple that we click with. One of the discussions early on was the idea that we could explore our bisexual side. As straight presenting all our lives, it’s something we haven’t really gotten to take advantage of this and embrace that part of our experience. But if we’re lucky we can find another couple, that is bi, and we all click and are attracted to each other. Sounds like a lofty goal, but holy smokes we won the jackpot it seems.

Blah blah blah and on to what you wanna hear.

The first night together, we were a little awkward. All elbows and nipples and hesitant gropes. But he (newly admitted and exploring bi man) and I did have some contact. He and I nervously went down on each other. It was exciting and nerve wracking with my stomach in my throat. But alas, a life’s worth of being told it’s wrong or nasty or not right can seemingly still fuck with our heads and staying hard with each other wasn’t in the cards. Also I’m sure there was some performance anxiety rolled in for good measure. The next sleep over felt more comfortable. After rounds of fucking each others and our own partners, I asked if he would be ok with me trying to suck his cock again. With his wife draped around his shoulders and lying next to him, he swallowed hard and answered “yes.” This time there was no hesitation, there was no fear that he or I wasn’t actually into it. This time I felt him hard in my mouth. And as many of you may already know, I have come to find out how soft and silky smooth a cock can be. It can yield to my lips and stay firm against my mouth. The pulsing of his cock against my tongue as it slide to the back of my mouth. It was exciting and rewarding and ugly amateur blowjob. There was lots of loud slurping and probably just a little too much teeth. But his moans and my dripping dick didn’t seem to mind too much. After a short time we swapped to let me lay down between our beautiful wives. They caressed my body and kissed over me as I watched him swallow my cock in an attempt to push my entire dick down his throat. I almost came right then and there.

After each of these nights, and through this process of swinging and deliberately opening our marriage, the wife and I will check in with each other. This is part feeling out the other persons experience and working through big emotions or misconceptions. The other part is talking about boundaries. Tonight, it was suggesting something new that we haven’t done. I asked her her feelings of seeing me have full sex with another man. Not just kiss, or touch, or swapping head. I had asked in the intent of fucking him while she watches, but she imagined it with the context of him fucking me. “I’m a little nervous to be honest,” she replied. “I know how much you like fucking my ass, and how much you enjoy having a plug in your ass. I think you’re gonna love it. I think you’re really going to enjoy being fucked.” It took em a second to recover from the whiplash of imagination and where the conversation had wandered. But as I did I also noticed my pants grow tighter as my cock grew and yearned to be free and hard. “You can take care of that if you want…” was the response as she felt my lap.

And so I did. I lowered my pants to stroke my dick as my wife painted the fantasy for me. She described the joy of just surrendering to being fucked. The release of control to just enjoy the pleasure and be the full focus of someone else’s actions. She imagined seeing me on all fours and moaning as he pressed his cock into my ass and slid his hand up my back to pull my shoulder to push deeper in. She would want to slide under me to taste my cock as his wife lays in front of me pulling my face into her pussy. She moans on my cock as he grunts and thrusts his cock in my ass. I moan in pleasure as I suck her clit between my lips. His hips would thrust faster as he nears his climax, feeling his cock pulse and tense inside me. Faster and harder till I’m on the edge with him. One final thrust and I can feel the pulses of warm cum filling me inside as I cum for their viewing and tasting pleasure….

And this picture pushes me over the edge and I cum. Breathless and body wrenching orgasm leading to covering my hand in my warm sticky cum. “It seems like you would like this idea…” and I can even playfully deny it. “I think I would love to get fucked with you like that!”

This was just a fantasy… a fleeting idea… but as I’m typing it all out, my dick is growing hard again and I have butterflies in my stomach to see them again and ask if they would be game to live this out. And I absolutely know that they will.