Date: Thu, 10 May 2018 06:48:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets (bisexual / beginnings) Legal stuff. This story is fiction and is intended for mature readers only. If it is not legal to read this story in your jurisdiction, please close this page now. If you enjoy accessing erotic literature on nifty, I encourage you to donate to nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. And finally, if you have any feedback on my story, please feel free to email me at Ronald DOT Shearing AT yahoo DOT com. I'd kind of guessed I was bi for a good 8 to 10 months before having my first real experience in the most unexpected way. I'd hit 30 and sex with my wife Louise had gotten to what most people would refer to as routine. I'd happily fuck every night. But Louise had seemed to turn off after our second child was born. So, for slightly under 3 years I'd gotten into Louise's pussy maybe twice a week maximum. Usually Friday night was fuck night. Then if I could persuade her to squeeze one in on another night, I'd get lucky. Always the same position, Louise on top grinding her cunt on my cock. Her favorite position. Louise carried a few extra pounds these days, but had a great pair of tits and was still a very attractive woman. Dark hair, voluptuous lips. And those tits. With regard to her tits, sadly for me, she'd gone off breast play. She used to absolutely love me tightly squeezing her nipples as we fucked, pulling them away from her in my tightly pinched fingers or my mouth tightly clamped on them. It made her come hard. But no more. It really had all become very mechanical. I wasn't by any means a gym freak, but I was still relatively fit. Played some golf and softball, and touch football with guys from work. I was 5'10" and though I'd grayed prematurely I still had a full head of hair which I kept cut short at the back and sides. To compensate for my routine love-life with Louise, I'd really gotten into porn. I'd masturbate at least once a day. Fuck, who am I kidding? 2, 3 times a night. I think Louise knew what I'd been getting up to on my laptop in the room that doubled as my home office. But she never once mentioned it. I'd started out with regular hetero porno, but over time I'd developed a penchant for trannies, and then lately bisexual situations. Bi "MMF", two guys and a girl, with the guys sucking and fucking each other at some point in the action. I'd watched some gay stuff too. But I preferred it if a girl was involved. Watching the action, I realized that I'd actually like to try sucking another guy's dick. And fuck a guy in the ass. But I could never work up the courage to meet anyone. I'd jerk off whilst online chatting with guys. But meeting in the flesh, I was too scared to take the plunge. When something eventually did happen, it wasn't how I had expected things to transpire. And as far as I was concerned, it started out in the worst possible way. Louise had a part time job as a trainee realtor. Most Thursdays after work, she'd go for drinks with some female co-workers, and her boss, Bill. Or "Gay Bill" as we called him behind his back. Bill was openly gay. In his 40s now, Bill had a younger boyfriend, Rudy, who must have been early 20s. We'd been to a cook out at Bill's place that summer. Bill had a fantastic large townhouse with a massive back garden area. I have to confess, I'd found Bill's boyfriend Rudy quite attractive. Rudy was young, had dropped out of college before "finding himself", his words, when Louise and I had chatted with him. He was a very handsome, if slightly boyish, young man. Floppy brown hair, very little in the way of facial hair. Smooth legs. I could see what Bill saw in him. Anyway, back to that fateful Thursday night. Bill didn't drink alcohol. So, most weeks Louise would get a ride home with Bill following the after-work drinks. It didn't worry me. I mean Bill was gay after all. On this particular Thursday night, I saw Bill's car pull up outside our house. After maybe 15 minutes I was surprised that Louise hadn't come in yet. I didn't really think anything of it, but I decided to go to Bill's car and get Louise to come in. Fuck, bad move, as it turned out. Or good move. Or just fucked up I guess. I walked down our driveway and got to Bill's car. I stopped, then as I peered in the driver side window what I saw shocked me. Through the window, I could see that Louise was leaning back with her eyes closed, purring as "Gay Bill" hungrily sucked on her big brown nipples. Bill's hard cock stuck out of his pants zipper. Fuck it was a big one. 9 inches, and hard as a rock. I stared at what was going on for 10 or so seconds. I was mesmerized. Then I suddenly came to, and I opened the door and yanked Bill out by his collar. Louise let out a muffled scream. "Louise. House. Now!", I managed to blurt out. Louise squeezed her heavy breasts back into her white cotton low-cut top, and exited Bill's sedan. I turned to Bill. Dazed, he was sitting on the sidewalk in front of our house. "I see you near my fucking wife again and I will fucking kill you. Clear?" Bill looked up at me, fear in his eyes, and nodded. I heard the car pull away sharply as I ushered Louise into the house. Fuck, I hadn't expected this. Louise went into the sitting room and sat on the couch. She was pretty wasted, that much was obvious. I followed a few steps behind. I started slightly in surprise as Louise took a cigarette from her purse and lit it with a red plastic lighter. Louise hadn't smoked since college, and had never smoked in our house. I was confused. Angry. I don't know what came over me. I took 3 steps to stand about 12 inches in front of where Louise was sitting. "Hit me if you want," Louise slurred as she took a slow drag on her cigarette. "You fucking FAGGOT!" I stopped breathing for a second. I was shocked. Also, slightly turned on. This wasn't really the Louise I was used to. Then, without thinking, I unzipped my pants. I pulled my semi-hard cock free. "Suck it you fucking bitch!" Louise looked up and actually smiled at me. Then she leaned forward and plunged her mouth onto my stiffening 7-inch cut cock. Christ, this was good! She started enthusiastically slurping on my tool. Before I got too close to coming I pulled my throbbing member out of Louise's mouth. Louise looked up at me and took another drag on her cigarette. Her eyes were dazed a little in her drunken state, but I knew when Louise was turned on, and she looked VERY turned on. I leaned forward and literally tore apart the front of Louise's low cut cotton top. I snapped Louise's bra off, her fabulous tits flopped free. I gave both of them a tight squeeze. Maybe too tight. Louise grimaced, but smiled at me again through gritted teeth. After another deep drag on her cigarette, Louise looked up at me. She didn't look scared, in fact she looked like she was really enjoying this. As I loosened my grasp on her tits, she leaned over and fumbled in her purse, pulling out another cigarette. Lighting it with the embers of her first smoke, and putting the dying butt on a plate on the small table we had by the couch, she stared into my eyes. "Do me from behind. I want that cock in me now. Just fucking do me!" I was surprised. But at the same time, I was now massively turned on. As Louise repositioned herself on the couch presenting her ass to me I pulled off my pants. Then kneeling on the edge of the couch behind my wife's rump, I pulled Louise's panties to one side exposing her pussy and asshole. I gripped the base of my tool with my left hand, and jammed it into my wife's soaking cunt. Hard. Louise gave out a loud high pitched gasp as I penetrated her from behind. I momentarily lost control and without any finesse I jack-hammered my aching cock in and out of Louise's, by this time, dripping snatch. When Louise started to loudly moan and I felt her thighs tremble I knew she was close to coming. My own orgasm soon hit me and I grunted as I spurted jet after jet of come into my wife's cunthole. Louise came at the same time with a series of loud squeals as her quim spasmed on my dick. I disentangled myself as Louise shifted herself round to look at me. She took one last pull on her cigarette which she'd been smoking as we fucked. Louise exhaled. "That was pretty good, you've been learning from watching all that porno." She then smiled, as she stubbed out her second cigarette on the plate on the small table by the couch. We didn't even own any ashtrays. Without another word, Louise headed upstairs to bed. I quickly decided to sleep on the couch. The next morning Louise got the kids organized as I drank coffee in the kitchen. Nervously, I asked Louise if we could discuss what was happening between us. The kids went through to the living room to watch TV giving us some time and space to talk. I guess looking back now, what I heard wasn't the worst thing I could have heard. On the assumption, of course, Louise was telling the truth. While I drank another coffee, Louise told me that she'd never fucked around, that the Bill thing was a drunken dare to see if she still had it sexually and could get a gay man turned on. She felt I had tuned out of our sexual relationship over the past couple years. I didn't really get this though. Was it me? I'd always felt it was her. Then Louise told me she knew I'd been using chat rooms, and jerking off nightly watching internet porn. Before I could argue, she then dropped the bombshell. "And I know you watch gay porn. And I've found chat transcripts where you've said what you'd like to do to another man's cock. Don't deny it, Ron. I'm probably better on the PC than you are. Anyway, maybe that caused me to fool around with Bill. Get him before you got him, see if a gay man could get really hard with me. See what you liked about gays, ..." "I'm not gay", I stammered. "Really?", Louise asked me. She went into her purse on the worktop by our back door, pulled out a crushed pack of Marlboros and the red lighter, and lit up. Fuck, she was smoking with the kids in the next room. I realized it was a sign of defiance. I'd never made it a secret I hated Louise smoking and she'd quit smoking at my behest shortly before we got married. Louise took a deep inhale, then blew a plume of blue smoke in the direction of the back door. "Last night I felt maybe you're not gay Ron, but I need you to sort your head out. You need to think this through. Then we'll talk seriously". I tried to come to terms with what Louise was saying. But I really couldn't, so I just left the kitchen, grabbed my car keys and headed to work. Later that day Louise texted me around lunchtime. "Kids at mom's. I've booked a spa day at Red Gables Country Club for the two of us. Overnight stay tomorrow night. Don't be late home today" I wound up the work I was doing, and told Rick, my boss, I was doing the rest of the day at home. I had sales files I could deal with on my home PC. It was 1:30pm. As I drove home, there'd been a pile-up on the freeway, so after eventually managing to get onto the service road, I headed through some residential areas in an attempt to cut out the traffic. As I stopped at a junction in the road to get my bearings, I realized to my shock I was about 100 yards outside of "Gay Bill's" townhouse. I remembered the street, and I could see Bill's dark sedan out front. Bill had a personalized license plate, "GREALTOR". It was definitely his fucking house. Without thinking things through, and for fuck knows what reason, I decided to pay Bill a visit. Spur of the moment. Part of me wanted to find out what had been going on between Louise and him. If I'm being totally honest, I was also curious if the subject of my "gayness" had come up in talks they'd had. Part of me I am ashamed to say also realized that we needed the money from Louise's job. And maybe if nothing had been happening between them, I'd try to smooth things over. Still, my seeing Bill sucking my wife's tits. I was pretty fucking pissed. Angry, and before I could make any kind of sensible decision, I'd left my car and I was pushing on Bill's door bell. After about 30 seconds, the front door opened. I started to speak, "Bill, look it's Ron, Louise's husband, I'd like ..." Fuck! It wasn't Bill who'd answered the door. It was his boyfriend Rudy, in shorts and a sweaty t-shirt. He looked like he'd been exercising. "Sorry, Bill's flown down to Baltimore for the weekend. Can I help you?" "Sorry. I, I, ..." Rudy interrupted me. "Oh, you're Ron! Yes, I remember. You were at the barbecue. And Louise is your wife, she works for Bill. Wow, I didn't expect, wait maybe I did expect, ehm, ..." Rudy paused. Then, before I could say anything in reply, Rudy opened his body slightly. "Ron, I'm being terrible! Come on in for a coffee. I guess you need to chat to someone. Bill was pretty upset last night. Nearly cancelled his trip today". I still wasn't really thinking straight. I thought about turning around, then without really knowing why, I entered the hallway of Bill's town house and let Rudy close the front door behind us. Rudy pointed in front of us. "Ron, if you remember, living room to the left, I'll get us a couple of espressos from the kitchen". Rudy talked like a "normal" guy. Nothing effeminate in his tone. Shit, thinking back on it now I had all the usual hang-ups and prejudices about gay men. I felt almost on auto-pilot as I simply obeyed Rudy and headed left to the living room where I sat down on a white leather couch in the middle of Bill's very large living space. I could see an exercise cycle nearby, which I guess explained Rudy's appearance. Rudy was only about 3 or 4 minutes in the kitchen, a span of time I once again thought about just walking out the front door and putting this all down as a bad idea. Before I could settle things in my mind, Rudy came into the room and handed me a small white espresso cup and saucer. I instantly downed the hot bitter coffee like I would a shot of rye. I checked my watch, 2:20pm. I was beginning to feel nervous. Rudy stayed standing in front of the couch, a couple of feet away from me. "So," Rudy started after downing his own espresso shot. "Seems your wife likes my Billy?" I started to speak, but before I could get a word out, Rudy held up his hand and continued. "Truth be told, Ron, I've been going through a bit of a shit time with Billy. Bill, as you know him. He rarely gets hard enough to fuck me these days. He told me that Louise had offered to see if she could get him hard, she thought maybe he was going straight." Rudy put his cup and saucer down on a nearby table. "I think Billy discusses our sexual secrets with your wife", Rudy giggled. I grimaced, ground my teeth together. I started to talk, or tried to, but the words couldn't come out. Then Rudy continued. "Bill and Louise are friendly. They talk a lot. Smoke breaks at work. Anyway. Seems you saved your wife from a bad decision last night. Billy said if you hadn't grabbed him he really would have fucked your wife in the back seat of his car" Rudy's words went through me like a knife, the "fuck" part in particular. I jerked myself back, moved to stand up. I looked Rudy in the eye. He stared back. Seemed to will me to stay seated. I eventually managed to say something. "Look Rudy, you're right I wanted to talk, but you carry on like this and I'm going to fuck you up. OK?" Rudy, let out a slight whistle. "Ooh. Please, Ron, please, stay where you are. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to sound like that. But Ron, I think you ought to know. Your wife has also told Bill that she thinks you're gay" "I am NOT fucking gay!" I immediately retorted. "OK, Ron. OK. But you know, I saw how you looked at me at the cook out. After a few drinks, you know? Back in June. I was just seconds behind you on one of your bathroom trips. If I'd got to the door just a teeny weeny bit sooner I'd have come into the bathroom with you. Then who knows what would have happened? Alcohol gets me really frisky. You wouldn't have resisted me. I'm sure of it." I was genuinely embarrassed. Scared maybe. Could people see what I thought were my well-hidden desires? Was this when Louise suspected? The barbecue at Bill's place? Rudy moved closer to me by a couple of paces. My heart skipped a beat as I suddenly saw the large bulge in the front of his shorts. "I find guys like you so hot, Ron. The gray, distinguished look. It really turns me on. So, I suppose if you're not gay, you don't want to suck this?" Rudy snatched down the front of his shorts to expose a smallish but perfectly formed uncut 6-incher. His foreskin slowly peeling away from the tip of his purple glans as his cock hardened. "Or I guess you don't want to fuck my tight ass? Right here on the couch." I held my breath. Rudy edged the tip of his twitching cock towards my face. Before I knew what I was doing, I reflexively pushed my head forward and took the bulbous head of Rudy's cock in my mouth. Without thinking I'd known I wanted Rudy's cock. I fucking NEEDED Rudy's cock. In my mouth. I paused slightly. First time sucking a cock! Fuck, it was good. I loved it. I slowly started to run the tip of my tongue around the underside of Rudy's musky cock head. Then I pushed myself fully forward and took the whole of Rudy's beautiful penis into my mouth, the end of it touching the back of my throat without me gagging. Rudy let a loud "Oooooooooooooohhhh!". Then started to sway back and forward slightly, gently fucking my virgin mouth. I did my best for about 2 more minutes, then Rudy pulled back. "Ron, you cannot seriously tell me this is the first time you've sucked cock?" "It is" I panted in reply. "My oh my, you're a natural! Take your clothes off. Bill hasn't fucked me in months. I need your cock in my ass right now" I swiftly removed my shoes, socks and pants, and undid my short-sleeved work shirt. I threw my clothes on the floor. Rudy discarded his t-shirt and was now fully naked. I myself was rock hard by now. Rudy knelt on the couch with his tight youthful muscular ass pointing at me. He pulled his butt cheeks apart with the fingers of each of his hands. It suddenly reminded me of my primal fucking of Louise the night before. My cock hardened another notch. "Lick my ass!" Rudy commanded. "I want you to lube me with your spit, then I want that cock of yours inside me!" Rudy was in control. But he was only telling me to do things I had dreamt of doing. Things I thought of doing, as I jerked off watching a guy suck another guy's cock in a bi porno flick. I wanted to do this. I needed to do this. I leaned in and forced my tongue into Rudy's asshole. I heard Rudy hiss in pleasure. I leaned back slightly. I spat a full wad of spit into Rudy's dilated anus. I then spat heavily again, this time into the palm of my hand. I smeared my slimy saliva over my now twitching cock. Then I did it. I pointed the tip of my glans to the light brown puckered entrance to Rudy's ass. Then I pushed. I felt a slight resistance at first, and then I was in with a soft plop. FUCK! The sensations that resonated through my body were unbelievable. I'd ass-fucked Louise once when we were dating in college ("Never again" she'd told me as she farted my cum down the toilet bowl in the aftermath). I'd forgotten the sensation of reaming an asshole. But this was something on a different level. I slowly started to move in and out of Rudy's ass. I started to emit sounds I'd never heard myself making on each smooth thrust. From over Rudy's back I could hear Rudy panting. "Fuck, Ron, good, fuck, fuck, HARDER!" I upped the pace, and after about a dozen more thrusts I felt the warm itch, that subcutaneous glow in the head of my cock, and I knew I was about to come. I literally screamed as I flooded Rudy's ass with my seed. This felt like the best orgasm I'd ever had. Eventually, my cock stopped twitching. I leaned back and slid my cock out of Rudy's asshole. I sat on the couch as Rudy stood up. I could see Rudy was still very hard. And from the tip of his cock I could see a decent amount of pre-cum had seeped out. I glanced up at Rudy. Then I decided to take matters in hand. Reaching out, I took Rudy's hardon in my hand and teased the salty tip of his wet glans into my mouth. Then I swallowed. I pushed my head forward, then back, then forward, then, ... "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Rudy moaned. The first jet of Rudy's cum almost filled my mouth. I panicked slightly and withdrew my mouth from Rudy's twitching rod. I tightly squeezed Rudy's shaft with my right hand. Spurt after spurt of Rudy's warm jizz sprayed my chin and cheeks. In a panic I closed my eyes. I felt Rudy's cock stop pumping. I gently let go. Rudy breathed out loudly. "Fuck, Ron. You should see yourself. First time cum slut. Bathroom over there on the left by the hallway." I went in to the small windowless bathroom Rudy had pointed out and turned on the light. Fuck. My face was covered in Rudy's cum. I then realized I'd actually swallowed Rudy's first spurt. I'd eaten another guy's come. I ran my fingers over the white goo covering my face. I hesitated, then I stuck my cum covered fingers into my mouth and swallowed every drop of Rudy's salty load. Then I cleaned myself up. I re-entered the living room. Rudy was sitting on the couch. He'd put his shorts back on. I started to get dressed in silence. "Ron, I won't tell Billy, I mean Bill, about this. I mean, he looks after me. Not least, financially. He can get jealous. But, you know another funny thing? After you were here in June that Saturday afternoon, Bill and I talked about a threesome. At first I thought he meant with Louise. I can fuck a gal as good as I can fuck a guy. And you have to admit, huge natural tits are a massive turn-on. These days it's all silicon fake fucking beach ball shit with these bimbos. And fucking bee sting lips, they're the worst. I blame those Kardashian bitches. Not your wife though. She's a natural. But you know what was funny? It was you. Billy wanted YOU to fuck ME." Rudy giggled again. "After last night when he explained what had happened in the car at yours, he told me that was never gonna happen. Strange how things turn out, ey?" Fully dressed I turned to leave. Rudy spoke from behind me as I walked to the door. "Ron. We can do this again if you want. You know where to find me. You should say sorry to Bill. The only physical stuff with Louise was last night, and she started it. Get it back together with your wife. We can keep this stuff separate, lots of married guys do. You'd be surprised." I headed to my car, and before starting the engine, I checked myself in the mirror. I wanted to make sure there were no traces of Rudy's come on me. As I looked in the mirror I wondered if I looked any different now I'd done it with a guy. Would Louise be able to tell? I put the car in drive and pointed it for home. An overnight at the Country Club usually meant non-routine sex. Good sex. Assuming Louise and I sorted out our problems. Little did I know what events were about to occur at Red Gables. I'd unlocked the door to my bi side. To be continued