Date: Tue, 02 Sep 1997 10:52:58 PDT
From: Bike Man <bikeman@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bikeman's Bisexual Fantasies #3 "Three" M/M, M/F, M/M/F, group

Bikeman's Bisex Fantasies #3 is called "Three." It describes a 
three way between two males and a female. 


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"Three"

Scene 1, The Meeting

There's no doubt about it, Missy is a babe. As I sat there in the bar
and gazed at her, I couldn't believe that she was my wife. She was
sitting there beside me at the bar with her feet wrapped in black
leather sandals and nylons. The heel of her sandals were hooked on
the bar and she was pointing her toes at the floor so that the shape
of her well muscled calves stood out as if she were wearing heels.

I followed the dark nylons up her well tanned legs until I got to the
bottom of the short black skirt she was wearing. I was a little
disappointed by the fact that the drape of the skirt didn't show off
her tight little butt. The white shirt that she was wearing, however,
did not disappoint. It was unbuttoned to the point that you could see
the edges of the black lacy bra and the delicate curves of her
perfect C cup breasts. 

Missy has a dark complexion and looks "well tanned" even when she's
not been in the sun. The dark skin looks great set off by the white,
silky blouse and I trace the curve of her breast with my eyes up the
neck to the strong chin, petite nose, and big brown eyes. The dark
brown hair is lightly curled and cascades down her back. 

Most of the other guys in the room, even the ones with girlfriends or
wives, are stealing little glances at this wonderful looking woman,
but one is openly staring at her, a combination of lust and playful
exuberance evident in his eyes. He knows that I'm with her because
when I look at him he smiles, winks at me, and goes back to staring
at Missy. He's a good looking guy, tall, thin, as dark as Missy, well
muscled, and smooth. Kind of that beach boy looking. He's making me a
little edgy. I take another sip of the awesome porter they make here,
then jump off the stool and tell Missy that I'm going to go, "talk to
a man about a horse." 

To my surprise, the beach boy follows me in to the can. I stand there
at the urinal and try to ignore the guy as he walks up to the urinal
next to me and starts to take a leak.

"That your wife?" he says.

"Yup," is my simple reply. I continue to stare at the grout between
the tiles on the wall.

"Damn. She's fine."

"Never noticed. I love her for her mind."

"Yeah, that too," he says. "I'm Paul. 'Spose you could introduce me
as an old friend, just so I could get a closer look. I promise to
leave you alone after that."

I'm thinkin' this guy has some big cajones just talking to a stranger
in the can at a bar, but then asking a guy if he can get a closer
look at his wife is really wild. But the guy has me bugged and the
part about leaving me alone sounds good so I agree.

We walk back to the bar and I say, "Missy, this is my old buddy Paul,
Paul, this is my wife, Missy."

Missy says, "Did you have to see his dick before you recognized him?
He's been staring at me across the bar since we got here." 

"Actually, I don't know him from Adam, but he's incredibly bold and
very persuasive."

"And just what did he persuade you to do?" Missy asks, and I can see
an incredibly devilish look in her eye.

"I persuaded him to allow me to make love to you while he watched." 

"Liar. He'd never agree to that without talking to me. I may look a
little like a Barbie doll, but I'm nobody's toy." 

Missy paused a bit to watch the guy squirm just a little, then added,
"Besides, why the hell would he agree to that? What would he get out
of it? What did you promise him in return?" 

"I don't know," stammered Paul, "what do you think it would take?" 

Missy loves to toy with people, and she was obviously determined to
take this guy for a ride. "Usually if there is something that I
really want him to do for me, I give him head. He really likes a good
blow job."

"Are you saying that if I blow your husband I can fuck you?"

"You weren't paying attention. I said he'd never agree to it unless
he got a little something out of it. I didn't say that I'd agree to
it just because he did. I'd have to get a little something out of it
to. What are you offering to bring to the party?"

I am pretty thankful that the jukebox in the bar was turned up so
loud that you had to shout to be heard, because this was the sort of
conversation I'm a little uncomfortable sharing with a room full of
strangers. 

Paul understood by now that he wasn't trapped on a dead end street
like he thought he was. He relaxed, popped up on the stool next to
Missy and ordered a beer. I hopped onto the stool on the other side
of Missy and finished the last swallow of my porter.

"Make it a round." said Paul. I glanced down at Paul's crotch and
thought it looked a little swollen. Things were getting interesting
in a hurry. 

Paul waited until the bartender had brought our beers, then took a
swig and looked up with a little foam on his lip and said, "So, do
you have any fantasies involving two men?"

Missy smiled. "As a matter of fact I do. I have this fantasy where I
have two men who do absolutely anything and everything that I tell
them to. Kiss where I say to kiss, lick where I say to lick, suck
what I say to suck, and swallow what I say to swallow. What do you
think of that?"

Looking at Paul's crotch I could see not just a bulge, but the length
of his cock stretching down his inner thigh and straining at the
tight cotton jeans. "I could live with that. You?" He looked me in
the eye and the playful gleam I had noticed earlier was back. 

"I live to serve," I said smiling. Paul was still looking me in the
eyes. "And what would _you_ like from me?"

"I'm thinking that to be sure that we all get what we want that we
should go round robin. You two serve me, we two serve her, then Missy
and I are yours. How does that sound?"

"Sounds awesome to me!" said Paul.

I pulled Missy in close to me and put my lips close to her ear where
they'd be hidden from Paul's view behind her hair. "Missy? Are you up
for this or were you just jerking this guy's chain?"

"To tell you the truth, I was jerking the guy when we started out but
I think I'd really like to try it if you would."

I'd told Missy about my bi tendencies early in our relationship and
also told her that I'd be faithful as a puppy to her. "You will
always know exactly where my dick has been," I said and since that
day it had only been one place. Missy too had once had a pretty
active love life with a pretty good stable of boyfriends and I think
maybe missed the variety a little. I kissed her hard on the lips and
said, "Let's do this guy."

"You live around here?" Missy asked Paul.

"Little apartment a few blocks from here. Here's the address." He
quickly scribbled on a coaster. "I'll go open the place up. You two
go get a six pack. It'll give you a chance to talk and a chance to
chicken out if you don't really want to do this. I'll understand."

I was starting to actually like this Paul guy.

++++++++++++++++++++++ End Scene 1 ++++++++++++++++++++++++

Scene 2, Paul's Fun

We arrived at Paul's apartment with a half case of a pale ale from
little local microbrewer. Paul took it from me and commented, "I
haven't tried this, have you? The brewer has a good reputation,
though." 

He got three beer glasses out of the cupboard and poured for all
three of us. "Nice head," I remarked. 

Paul smiled and winked, "You ain't seen nothin' yet." 

We three retired to the living room and proceeded to have the
obligatory talk about what we were about to do, ground rules, limits,
all of that. We had remarkably few "out of bounds areas." Nobody in
the group was really in to anything that any one else was
uncomfortable with. 

After discussing the way the round robin should work we drew straws
for who was "it" first, second, and last. We also agreed that we
would slowly relax and unwind with a couple of beers and some
preliminaries with no one in charge. 

Paul dimmed the lights, tossed some throw pillows around the room,
turned the thermostat up a tad, and refilled all the beer glasses.
For as arrogant and brash as he'd first seemed, he was turning out to
be a pretty OK guy. 

When he returned from taking the beer bottles to he kitchen he said,
"Well, where do you want to start?" 

Missy replied, "We know each other pretty well, so lets get to know
you." and she stepped up to Paul, wrapped her arms around him, and
planted a very firm and affectionate kiss on his lips. He responded
by wrapping her up in his arms, parting his lips and forcing her
mouth open with his tongue. The two tongued each other greedily and
hands were soon roaming across chests, butts, breasts, and crotches. 

Not wanting to be left out, I stepped in behind Paul and wrapped my
arms around in front and began unbuttoning his shirt. I pulled his
shirt tails out of his pants and began tweaking his nipples and
fondling his hard pecks and abs. Missy was still lip locked with him
and was grinding her chest against his. Having my hand pressed
tightly between her firm breasts and his hard pectorals was very
nice. I started grinding my cock against his butt. 

I kissed the back of Paul's neck and nibbled lightly at his ear. My
lips were soon joined by Missy's, and as the two of us kissed, Paul
turned so that we were all facing each other, our three tongues
intertwining. 

"Jeez," said Paul, "this is the fastest I've ever slowly relaxed."

I responded by popping the top button on his jeans, unzipping them,
and sliding my hand in. Pail was wearing no underwear at all. My
hand was soon joined by a smaller hand and together we stroked
Paul's cock and balls until he was rock hard. 

I slipped from the little triangle and squirmed around behind Missy.
Her shirt was already out of her skirt so I slipped my hand up
inside and massaged Missy's breasts through her bra. She turned
toward me and quickly found my mouth with hers. I dropped my hands
to her side and unzipped her skirt. I felt Paul's hands peeling the
tight skirt away from Missy's butt and as I ground my crotch against
Missy's I felt Paul's hands slide into Missy's nylons and both hands
slid into her crotch area. 

I moved up inside her shirt and quickly unhooked the bra. Missy
stepped back a little and shed the bra and shirt. Paul finished
peeling the nylons and skirt and Missy was standing between us naked
as the day she was born. She was magnificent. Petite breasts riding
high and firm, nicely rounded ass, those dark eyes smoldering with
passion. 

Missy pushed me between she and Paul so that I had my back to her and
was facing Paul. She started unbuttoning my shirt. Paul dropped to
his knees in front of me and began undoing my pants, unzipping them,
and dropping them to my knees. He then began to gently bite and
fondle my cock through my underwear. Then he peeled my underwear down
and gave the underside of my erect cock a couple of quick licks. He
finished the job on my pants and shorts and I too was naked. 

We switched around again so that Paul was in the middle facing Missy
and she peeled off his shirt while I kneeled behind him and pulled
his pants the rest of the way off. While doing so I couldn't help but
notice his firm, well tanned and virtually hairless buns. I gently
bit his left cheek and then licked it. "Mmmm," he said and parted his
legs a little. I spread his cheeks with my hands and got under him. I
licked his fuzzy balls with my nose very close to his asshole. It
smelled sweet, slightly sweaty. Nearly hairless here too, I brought
my tongue slowly back from his balls until I reached his anus and I
slathered his asshole lavishly with saliva as I licked his smooth
crack. 

The musky, male flavor/smell of his sweat filled my senses. I
continued to kiss and nibble his firm ass cheeks, and every now and
then flick my tongue deeply into his crack. 

"I'm glad you like that. I was a little afraid to ask for that," said
Paul. 

"You got the long straw, so you're the boss. I am your humble
servant," I said, and bit his butt lightly. 

"He sure does have the long straw!" said Missy who was still standing
in front of Paul. 

"I'm glad you like it," said Paul, "because right now it really needs
to be sucked." 

Missy got to her knees in front of Paul and I stopped licking Paul's
ass to watch as Missy sunk all of Paul's rather impressive cock into
her throat. The very first time Missy put my cock in her mouth she
deep throated it as well. I think she got off on the shock value.
Paul moaned and told me to get back to work. I worked my way up to
Paul's testicles again because when Missy was throating she was
generally working on the underside of his shaft with her tongue. 

Missy and I playfully touched the tips of our tongues as she came all
the way down on Paul's dick and then I went back to work on Paul's
ass and asshole. I got a little spit on my index finger and gently
pressed it against Paul's sphincter. I sort of vibrated it in place a
little. Paul said, "put it in." 

I pressed a little more firmly and my index finger slid inside. I
slid it all the way up to the knuckle and began gently massaging his
prostate. I inserted another finger with the first and began gently
pulling his sphincter open while licking all around the area. "Uh,
god, stop. I don't want to come yet. I have an Idea." 

He pulled away from Missy and I and disappeared into his bedroom. I
leaned forward and kissed Missy on the neck under her chin. "Having
fun?" I asked. 

"Mm-hmmm," she said, and nibbled my ear. 

Paul returned with an interesting looking strap-on cock with two
heads. "This is for you, lovely lady." Missy and I had one of these.
The little end nestled inside her pussy, the big end faced outward.
Missy bought one of these for my birthday a year or two ago, and on
occasion, when I was good, she'd fuck me with it. 

Missy wasted no time in getting in to the harness. Paul handed her a
tube of KY and went over to the sofa. "What's your pleasure?" I
asked. 

"I want her to fuck me in the ass with that and I want you to fuck me
in the face with that." Paul grasped my cock with his hand and gave
it a couple of quick strokes. 

Missy applied a generous amount of KY to Paul's ass, and some more to
the head of the rubber cock. She grabbed his hips and rubbed the
rubber cock against his anus. She then grabbed it and placed it
firmly against his asshole and pushed it in. She started a slow
fucking motion, pushing it in a little, then withdrawing. Soon she
was moving faster and going deeper. 

"Mmmm, that's great," said Paul, "now you." 

I walked up in front of Paul and he started nuzzling and gently
licking the under side of my penis. "Fuck my face," he said. I
grasped his head and pushed his mouth down over my cock. He was
careful to keep his teeth out of the way, and I began slowly
thrusting my hips back and forth. Paul's nose buried in my pubic hair
and my balls gently slapped against his chin with every stroke. 

As I fucked Paul's willing mouth I looked at Missy who was grinning
wildly and pounding away at Paul's ass with the strap on. I was
enjoying the sight of my wife fucking this man's ass and the feel of
his hot throat and tongue on my dick. Paul pushed me away and said,
"I want to come inside your gorgeous wife." 

Missy pulled out of Paul's butt and quickly shed the dildo harness
and lay back on the couch. Paul climbed on top of her and kissed her
deeply on the mouth. I watched as he rubbed the tip of his cock
around in Missy's juices until it was glistening with a combination
of my saliva and her pussy juice. Then he pushed against it until the
head disappeared and he pulled it back out. "It's not wet enough, I
need some saliva." I eagerly took his cock in to my mouth and bobbed
and swirled and sloshed his cock with my tongue, opening my mouth to
let the saliva escape and then licked it some more. He pulled out of
my mouth and slid directly inside Missy, burying himself to the hilt
in one thrust. She gasped. He began slowly thrusting in and out of
Missy's cunt. I got down on all fours and tried to wedge my head in
so I could lick the underside of his cock as it slid in and out of my
wife's pussy but I couldn't quite fit. 

Paul broke away from kissing Missy's face and neck and said, "Come up
here and let me suck your cock." I bounded up onto the sofa and
squatted in front of Paul who started gently licking the underside of
my cock and playfully bouncing it around with his tongue. Then he
took it in his mouth and pressed it up against the roof of his mouth
with his tongue. On each down stroke on my wife he would groan and he
was vigorously rubbing the tender under side of my cock with his
tongue. Neither of us could take much more. I felt that old twitch in
my balls and I grasped the back of Paul's head and pushed myself all
the way to the back of his throat. 

As I began to shoot my load into Paul's throat he went kind of rigid
and I could tell he was emptying his load in Missy's puss at the same
time. I grabbed the base of my cock and milked the last few drops of
spunk onto Paul's tongue and pulled out of his mouth. Paul sat a up a
little and told me that his cock needed cleaning. I got down and
watched as he pulled his still fairly hard cock out of Missy's pussy.
It was covered with a sheen of jism an pussy snot and I eagerly took
it in my mouth and sucked hard, scrubbing the bottom and sides of
Paul's cock with my tongue. I tasted the last few salty drops of cum
oozing out and I closed my eyes and savored them. 

Paul said, "Come taste your husband's cock on my lips," and Missy
grabbed the sides of Paul's head and pulled his head roughly toward
hers, turned her head sideways and thrust her tongue into his mouth.
I fell back on the sofa. Paul pulled apart from Missy and said, "That
was awesome. I think I need another beer before I start earning that.
Anyone else need fluid replacement?" 

Missy said, "You can keep your fluids next round, it's your tongues
that are going to get a work out. But I'll take a beer." 

"Make it a round," I said.

++++++++++++++++++++++++ End Scene 2 ++++++++++++++++++++++++

Scene 3, Missy's Fun

Paul handed me a beer and I sat back on the couch and took a sip out
of it. "Do you have a towel or something?" I asked, "I think I'm
still leaking a little." 

"Don't worry about it. I look at cum stains on the couch as pleasant
little reminders. Besides, they aren't about to feature this place
on house beautiful anyway."

Missy sat down next to me and leaned over to give me a kiss. "Better
not talk too much, sweety," she said.

"Why not?"

"You need to rest that tongue for the workout I'm going to give it
in a few minutes."

I laughed and we kissed again. "You are one lucky bastard," Paul
said looking at me. 

"I know. I pinch myself every morning when I wake up, to make sure
I'm not still dreaming."

"Flattery will get you every where," Missy said.

"So will oral sex."

"Mmmmm. You know me too well," she said, and then she nuzzled my
ear. 

"And I don't know you well enough," said Paul as he scooted over
next to the two of us and began stroking Missy's hard, flat stomach. 

"I have a feeling that a guy like you gets to know pretty much
everything he ever wants to know about a woman just by looking." 

"I'm hurt." 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you the sensitive type of guy. Not too tough to
cry." 

"I like to think that I'm very sensitive to a woman's needs when I'm
in a relationship." 

"What do you think my needs are right now?" 

Paul rolled off the couch onto his knees and licked the inside of
Missy's thigh. She spread her legs and he dove between them eagerly. 

"Mmmmm," said Missy, "That one was too easy. Mmmmm. Lick your own
spunk out of my pussy. Sweet!" 

I started sucking on Missy's nipples. Slightly more than dime sized,
they were hard as rocks. 

"Mmm, let's go in the bed room. I want you lapping at my pussy and
you at my ass." 

I laid down on the bed and Missy straddled my head and Paul took his
position behind her. Paul was on his hands and knees over the top of
my prone body and his face nestled lovingly between Missy's sweet
ass cheeks. I began licking and caressing Missy's labia with my
tongue. Paul lovingly licked her tightly puckered asshole and every
so often he would dart his tongue in and both our tongues would 
mingle in Missy's twat.

"Paul, fuck my ass with your tongue. I want your tongue in my 
asshole. I want it all the way inside. Oh, yes, just like that. Put
it all the way inside me.

"Paul, do you have another dildo or vibrator around? I want my pussy
filled when I come, but I don't want either of you to stop licking 
me. I want a great big one. The biggest one you've got."

I felt Paul get off of the bed but I just continued to lick Missy's
pussy.

I felt the bed give when Paul returned, and I felt the cool 
smoothness of the dildo against my chin as Paul slowly inserted it
into Missy's warm, wet depths. "Mmmm! Yes! That's exactly what I 
wanted."

I looked down and noted that Missy certainly got what she wanted in
the size department. The thing looked to be nearly as big around as 
my wrist. Paul took his time about gently nudging it in to Missy's
puss. I lovingly licked around the base of it as he'd gently inch it
in, to make sure that it was well lubricated.

Paul was also lubricating it with a generous amount of lube, and the
slightly sweet taste of the lube mixed wonderfully with the salty,
musky flavor of Missy's pussy. When he had it inserted far enough 
that it wouldn't fall out when he released it, Paul returned to his
butt-tonguing position.

This time, when Paul returned to his position behind Missy he 
stretched out in a push up position, instead of his hands and knees.
This position allowed him to gently caress my cock with his own. I
felt his cock quickly stiffen, as did mine, and our two hard cocks
sliding against each other felt absolutely wonderful. 

I continued to concentrate my tongue on Missy's clit and Paul's 
tongue in her ass and the dildo in her puss soon had the desired 
effect, and Missy came in a bucking frenzy that caused her vagina to
contract with enough force that the dildo was forced out of her cunt
and it landed with a splat on my chest.

The wonderfully hot feeling of Paul's cock against mine and the huge
dildo in Missy's cunt had given me an idea for my turn, and as Missy 
rolled off of me onto her back on the bed I quickly moved to her side
and whispered in her ear, "Do you remember that porn flick we watched
with the double vaginal penetration?" I whispered.

"Sure," she said.

"Do you think you could do that? I think it would feel incredible to 
have Paul's cock and mine caressing each other deep inside you." 

Missy smiled, "You're the boss." 

I instructed Paul to lie down on the bed and Missy quickly mounted 
his cock and lifted her ass so I could join him in her moist cunt. It
took a few minutes of pushing and repositioning and trying again, but
eventually both Paul and I were together inside. It was incredibly 
tight and hot. 

We started slowly moving against each other and the soft tightness
of Missy's sugar walls and the soft yet hard feeling of Paul's cock 
stroking back and forth against the underside of my cock was quickly
too much to take for both of us. As I came in a couple of short, 
quick spurts I could feel Paul's cock pulsing as well. 

We three pulled apart and lay together on the bed. Both Missy and 
Paul seemed to be exhausted, but I was overcome with the energy of
the whole situation and so I got to my hands and knees and proceeded 
to clean the combined love juices from the genitals of my companions.

The length of Paul's cock was covered with a salty concoction that
was mostly jiz and pussy juice. When I had taken most of his length 
into my mouth an sucked him clean I reached a different tasting 
jelly-like liquid around the base of his cock that was mostly a 
combination of Missy's pussy mucus and the sweet lube that he had 
used on the dildo. 

Missy was leaking a watery combination of our combined juices and I 
licked it lovingly from the crack of her ass and I gently cleaned it
from her tender pussy. She had a mild, "aftershock" sort of orgasm 
to this that made her shiver. 

I covered her naked, goose pimpled flesh with my own and kissed her 
gingerly on the lips. Paul sensed that this was a "moment" for the 
two of us and got up and left the room. 

"I love you, woman," I said. I don't know if she heard me, because
she said nothing. Soon it was apparent that she was asleep, so I 
covered her up and went to find Paul. He was sitting nude on the sofa
and was tugging on a beer. 

"You tired?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, "I'm beat." 

"Let's go to bed."

The two of us climbed in next to Missy, Missy on one side, me in the 
middle, Paul on the other. "Don't rush out in the morning, I'll make
you two breakfast," he said.

"Sound good."

"Am I going to see you again after this?"

"Oh yeah, I think that's a given."

"Cool." 

"Sleep well."

"Like a rock," he said. And that was all.

The End