Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2020 12:17:00 +0100
From: JD Lance <maby2009@writeme.com>
Subject: Bisexual Encounters: Sex with my Bi Husband Part 2

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Sex with my Bi Husband: Part 2

I could see through the steamy shower glass door, my husband's sweet round
ass and shapely toned backside. His slight turn sideways with is hips
flashed me a quick peek of pouring hot liquid flowing down his midsection
and washing over his crotch where a steady stream dripped from the tip of
his long dangling penis. The sight of all that hot wet meat called upon me
to squeeze them with my hands and lips.  He was humming in the shower as he
always does after a good fuck. I quietly cracked open the door, snuck into
the shower and as hot water raining on my head I kneeled down to face my
husband's crotch and took his man meat into my mouth. My left hand grabbed
firmly to his right butt cheeks, while my right pressed up on his pelvis
and base of his cock. With my eyes closed and gushing hot water poured down
my face, I kept bobbing my head, stroking his cock with my lips and tongue
till the length of his shaft grew long and thick. My slippery wet fingers
twisted on his uncut foreskin in synchronization with every pull and
swallow of my husband's long cock from my mouth. After a good ten minutes,
I gulped down his salty seed, stood up, wiped the water from my face and
wrung the soaked fluids from my long blonde hair. When I opened my eyes, I
gave Derrick a peck on the lips and licked what remained of his juice then
finished with a lasting grin.

"You were amazing" I said with a satisfied pleasure. I wrapped my arms
around Derrick and placed a finger on his pouting lip. "I wasn't expecting
that thing you did with your lips touching my lips." I smiled ear to ear at
the idea that my gay husband finally didn't flinch at touching my lady
parts.

"You trained me so well." Derrick said in an unconvincing sarcastic
tone. His hands on my butt pulled me closer to him. I could feel his
softening wet noodle pressed against my slippery stomach.

"Just for that, I think you deserve a little reward." I pulled away and
turned to have the shower rinse my back and neck. "Since we have a few more
hours before my pick shows up, Why don't you go find another to join us."

"Really! I can pick another one" Derrick exclaimed.

I replied back with a silent nod and closed my eyes to focus on the
pleasurable feeling of hot falling water upon my bare flesh. Derrick left
the shower like a gitty school boy.

When I was done drying off, I threw the wet towel into the hamper. I walked
out of our bedroom and down the hall into my home office where Derrick was
on my computer. I stepped around the desk while gliding my fingers up his
bare arms and rested on his shoulders where I stood over him as he looked
on the computer monitor of three gorgeous gay men. Two of the men on the
screen were blonde but one looked like a California surfers, while the
other looked like a Texas cowboy. The third was a dark and handsome Latin
man. Derrick had recently developed a fetish for dark skin men. A complete
departure from the Asian men we both had a kink for when we first met. Gay
Asian men had long been our fetishized. It was one of many reasons I fell
in love with my husband. But now Derrick had lost their flavor, which I
could never give that up. Derrick had always been jealous of my fondness
for Chinese, Japanese and Korean men. He knew about my past and how growing
up in Shanghai as one of a few blonde white girl in the whole of the
city. It was during that time growing up in China that I learned how to
control and manipulate men for my sexual desire. As a nine year old girl,
my first ever sexual experience involved two forty something year old
married Chinese men. In order for them to have me touch their cocks, I
convinced them to first to give other a blowjob. The sight of getting two
men to do 69 was only the beginning of my gay sex obsession. When I got
them to give each other anal sex it would leave an imprinted on me for the
rest of my life and realization of my true power.

"I don't know, I can't decide. They're all so cute." said Derrick, as he
bit his lip in labor over his choice.

"Then let's invite all three."

"You mean it?" Derrick's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Of course. That is if you don't mind that my pick gets to have me all to
myself." Derrick's eyes fluttered. It was a dig at my husband's insecurity,
to which I often enjoy doing. He knew I could divorce his ass at
anytime. But this particular poke was specific. It's not just the fact that
in less than three hours, a gay Asian man I picked all the way in China
will be flown across the ocean and chauffeured to our home, where I get to
have him all to myself. But, the Chinese men I often pick must look like
Jiang Ding, the boy that got away. Jiang Ding was my school mate rival. he
was the only living soul to have bested me at everything. For ten years as
we went to school together, he was first of the class every year, while I
was always second. My IQ was tested at 170, while his IQ was said to be
220. He was a champion at every sport he played, while I was always the
runner up. He was the most popular student, while I was unknown as the
slutty foreign girl. The entire time I was living in China, I wanted him
badly but he would not have me. For ten years I took the virginity of all
the Chinese boys in my school with the lone exception of Jiang
Ding. Derrick has long known about my Jiang Ding obsession and had long put
up with my many Jiang Ding look alike rent boys. But this might be the last
straw.

"Not if you don't mind me having my ass pounded by three gay men."

"Only if I get to watch hon," I answered back.

"Than I want to make this a costume party. I've been dying to try on that
gold glitter body paint to go with the Greek toga."

"You always did know how to throw a party. Then, I'll go as something
simple, maybe a cat ear and a tail."

Derrick giggled with boyish enthusiasm and went off to get himself
decorated.

It is now almost 6pm and our guests will be arriving soon. I was back at my
desk and in front of the computer, after I had decided on wearing a full
body see through nylon lingerie, with an open crotch. Cat ears sat on the
desk next to the keyboard. As I often did, I habitually googled Jiang Ding
to get his latest update. There was no new news from the last time I had
checked. He was still the Vice Premiere of the Communist Central Party,
which meant that he was still fourth in line of succession. If he continued
to play his cards right, in twenty years he could be China's youngest
President and all under 50 years old.

"A vehicle has arrived at the gate. Shall I open it?" said Angel over the
intercom.

"Yes, open the gates for our guests and set security level 3."

I turned off the computer, placed the fake cat ears on my head and headed
down the hallway. But instead of the going down the main stairway to meet
our arriving guest, I took the service corridor that led to the laundry and
servant wing to get to the kitchen. I knew Derrick would be greeting our
guests and instructing them on the nights party events. So it would be my
role to provide them with refreshments. When I arrived in the kitchen I
could hear muzzled bass beating from another part of the house. The party
had already started with music playing throughout the house. I uncorked a
new bottle of champagne and poured it into six flutes and with the tray and
glass I walked them out to be served to our party goers. I entered our
parlor room where Derrick had moved his personal costume wardrobe. My
husband and two queers stood around a mirror trying on different costume
ensembles. Derrick was already covered in gold paint, a gilded garland on
his head and a matching gold toga that wrapped around his waist and
shoulders. Seated on a sofa couch, dressed neatly in a blazer and khakis,
Boa Xian watched in silence as three gay American men play dress up. He
looked the splitting image to Jiang Ding at age 18. His height and physique
were exactly how I remembered Jiang Ding when we graduated from high
school. I offered the three boys having the most fun their drinks and they
took them and continued on their fashion haul, then I noticed right away
that our Latin guest was missing.

"We appear to be a guest short" I said to the threes company.

"Yes, I got a call from him saying he's running late but will be here
soon", Derrick replied.

I than turned to our foreign visitor. When I approached him he stood up and
I offered him the three remaining glasses. "Would you like some champagne"
I said to him in Mandarin. His eyes widen with a surprised look to have
heard a white woman speak Chinese to him.

"Yes, thank you." He nodded as he answered back in Mandarin. "You know how
to speak my language."

"I do, I was raised in Shanghai" I took one of that last two glasses and
sat the tray down on a table. We both took a sip together. He nodded his
head to the satisfaction of the bubbly nectar slipping smoothly down his
throat. "Than that makes a lot of sense now that I know this. I was brought
here for your amusement."

He was much brighter than the other Asian boys I had rented. All the boys
before him were timid and coy at first and didn't know what to expect. But
this one exhumed confidence, almost eerily similar to Jiang Ding.

"I must confess, I wasn't expecting a woman to have purchased my time. I
had originally thought it was the blonde American that let me into this
house."

"He's my husband" I interrupted. We looked over at the three queers putting
on outfits in front of one another as they stood before a mirror. My
husband was giving them a nod for approval or a shake for a no.

"Than you two must have a very interesting marriage."

"Oh we do. This is very normal when it comes to a wife wanting to have sex
with her husband."

"I'm certainly looking forward to it as you would be the first female I
would have ever had sex with."

The second after he spoke, I felt a little tingle inside my pussy. A virgin
I thought to myself. As I stood before him, he wasn't cowering or quivering
in my female presence like Fabian did.  His profile said he was a 22 year
old gay man who specialized in providing white men with yellow fever. He
had been in the business for a few years but yet he had a demure and self
assurance of a man more mature. It was this mix of confidence and high
intellectual deduction that I started to feel my vagina widen.

"And how old were you when you had your first?" I asked him.

"I was 9. I had been trying to seduce a neighbor who I knew to be gay." It
took me months, but I finally got him to out his cock in my 9 year old butt
hole."

I looked into his eyes and realized I was looking at a kindred spirit to my
own,

"Okay folks" shouted Derrick. "Our first game is a strip tease. Our first
dancer knows everything when it comes to building things that are big and
hard, introducing Construction Worker Dan." Boa Xian and I sat down on the
sofa, while Derrick stood next to his wardrobe. In came through the door
was Dan dressed in overalls, but was shirtless. He had on a hard helmet,
tool belt, hard gloves and boots. Dan danced his way around the room. First
meeting Derick as he tried to seduce my husband with his macho muscular
biceps. He than strutted his way to us on the sofa where he stood over us,
flaunting his well deserved hard body. When he returned back to Derrick,
Dan removed everything he wore to reveal a beefcake of a man. Derrick
immediately felt him up, not wanting to miss an inch of the construction
workers nakedness. After a few minutes, Derrick clapped his hands and we
added to the applause.

"Our next dancer knows a thing or two about discipline and handcuffs,
introducing Officer Kevin"

In came Kevin, dressed in a leather police jacket, a white motorcycle
helmet, blue trousers, black boots and sun glasses. But unlike Dan, Kevin
went immediately to removing his clothes. He twirled around Derrick and Dan
who stood next to each other. Kevin's boots and jacket were the first to
go. Kevin then pranced to us on the sofa at the same time he was removing
his pants. Kevin's cock dangled in front of my face so I felt him up with
my hands on his ass and hanging balls. Boa leaned up to give Kevin a big
wet kiss. Kevin than turned his attention back to Derrick and Dan, where he
finished his striptease by removing his sun glasses and helmet. The three
gay men shared a triple kiss. It became evident that five was a crowd.

"Would you like to join me upstairs," I asked while pulling Boa up from the
sofa. Right before we left the parlor room, I picked up two handcuffs from
the floor than escorted my Asian rent boy to the master bedroom.

When we got to the room, I laid across my marital bed, Boa stood in the
middle of the room in silence.

"Strip!" I commanded of him.

He took his clothes off not in a rush and not too timidly either. His eyes
stayed fixed on me as he discarded his clothing to the floor. When he was
finished, my pussy was wet at the sight of the cutest Asian man I'd ever
seen. Only the real Jiang Ding was cuter. It was as though he had read my
mind, he stood there in silence allowing me to drink up his nakedness. Of
the thousands of gay men I fucked and just and many straight men, all felt
insecure at my gaze. That was just one of many powers I had over the male
sex. My stare could shame any man away from kink, perversion or gull and
render them to exposed defenselessness. But Boa Xian never exhibited any
signs of modesty. He stood there waiting for my command.

"A vehicle has arrived at the gate, shall I let them in?" Angel
interrupted.

"Yes, open the gates," I said to the omnipresent voice. When I collected my
attention, I looked over a the most beautiful naked Asian man standing in
my bedroom.

"Come here and lie on the bed", I commanded, Without hesitation, he laid on
the bed just as I stood up on my knees and looked down on him resting on my
bed comforters. I could feel my chest burning hot and my pussy juice
dripping down my inner thigh, He laid on my martial bed staring up at me. I
could feel his strength and confidence. All I could think of was I had to
destroy it. I had to destroy him, I had to break him. I than leaped on top
of him, took the handcuffs in my possession and cuffed both his wrist to
the bed post. And yet I never sensed fear in him. His lack of terror only
enraged me to want to rape him. So I did. I inserted his yellow cock into
my white pussy and with both my hands I pushed down on Boa's shoulders. I
screamed and used profanity in both a English and Chinese. I rode Boa's
cock hard and wet. His eyes rolled up and closed shut over the wild humping
and pounding of my tight pussy as it slid up and down his thick monstrous
penis. With every impact of my pussy and ass on his pelvis, it shook every
loose picture frame, book, ornament, and anything standing upright in the
entire master bedroom. It was barely five minutes before my first nuclear
size orgasm exploded inside my vagina, to which I lost my breath for a few
seconds. The pulsing orgasm was deep and lasting. I looked down to see he
too was moaning in pleasure, but then without a chance to catch my lost
breath, a second atomic orgasm flushed through my insides. This second
tsunami was even stronger and ongoing. I gasped and whined out loud, like a
little girl who couldn't hold her pee any longer. I opened my mouth to huff
a bit of air but just as I took one inhalation, a third thermo detonation
rippled all through out my lower body and reverberated up to the tips of my
nipples and finger tips. I was hot and sweaty. The nylon lingerie was
chafing my sensitive body. So with both hands I ripped off my see through
lingerie and threw it to the ground. Up and down I went, pussy hungered for
more. My thighs burned from the exercise. Explosion upon explosion inside
my vagina each one just as intense as the last, never waning. After the
tenth I stopped counting. My body couldn't handle it any more. I dismounted
Boa's cock to lie down next to him. For a good thirty seconds the wake of
orgasm slowly dissipated, but my heart was still pounding in my chest.

That was amazing I thought to myself, as my heart pumped exhaustedly as
though I was out of shape. All I could think of was how perfect his cock
had fit into my vagina, like a key to a specific hole. When I looked down
at his penis, it stood there tall and thick.  The sight made me hunger for
it. So I got up and laid on top of Boa, pushed my wet and sticky pussy into
Boa's face and began deepthroating this long yellow pole. To my great
surprise and pleasure, Boa was eating my pussy, like no gay man I was able
to train to do. Not even Derrick, my gay husband, who I had trained for
years still couldn't eat my pussy the way Boa was doing right now. His
tongue poked deep into my vagina hole and came out with a lick over my
clit. The motion gave me a tickle of the most pleasurable sensation. All I
wanted was to push my pussy deeper into his face, just so I could have him
stick his tongue deeper into me. But my mind was torn. Between Boa's eating
of my pussy and my devouring of his delicious cock, I couldn't focus on
both and had to alternate between two sensational moments. We enjoyed each
other in that position in what felt like eternity.

"I'm cumming" Boa shouted.

Breaking my own rule, I got up and mounted over Boa's cock, squeezed his
long hard shaft as I went up and down on it, When I heard him exclaim, I
sat down on his pelvis, pushing his penis deep inside me. The only thing I
could think of, "cum inside me." With my pussy squeezed tightly around the
base of Boa's cock and ball sack, I could feel the surface skin of his
penis pulsing as his cum was ejaculated into me. "Yes, get me pregnant" I
thought in my mind. "Fuck a baby into me" I thought. My eyes closed, my
heart rapping and my hands fondling, twisting my breast I than felt it. The
biggest bang of them all. I gagged, I choked, I wheezed. And I fell on top
of him, ravaging his face and lips with my tongue, mouth, lips, face, nose,
hands and fingers.

"That looked amazing" said a dark and handsome man who was shirtless,
wearing a sleeveless black leather jack, blue jeans with matching black
chaps.. "You got room for one more?"

Sweat beaded down my brow and back, I focused my gaze on the Latin cowboy
standing at the door. As soon as our eyes met his, the smile on his face
wiped away. I got up and off the bed to walk over to the dark and handsome
man. Without expect it, I grabbed a fist full of his crotch and
squeezed. My fingernails dug deep through his denim jeans.

"You will call me Madam," I growled and gritted my teeth. His body limped
over and his face expressed torture. "Yes, Madam. What ever you say."

I despised male cockiness. In the past I would have subjected men like him
to real punishment. Not for pleasure, not kinks, but for real reprogramming
of us masculinity. In the end i would have turned him into a broken
psychological bitch to be used by world and discarded. A final rendition
with no hope of salvation. But I had just came off the best fuck of my life
and felt a little charitable.

"Take off your clothes and warm him up for my second round." I commanded.

I walked into my master bathroom and closed the door behind me. I rested my
arms over the sink and pressed my two thighs tightly together. "God that
was fucking amazing," I said softly. I could feel his semen dripping a bit,
so I laid down on the bathroom floor and pinched my pussy lips to keep all
of Boa's sperm inside me. I than lifted my hips up so as to get Boa's semen
to slide back into my cervix. I held that pose for a few minutes and got
tired. I got up, splashed water on my face and dabbed my cheeks and neck
with a towel. After a brief check in the mirror I went back to the
bedroom. As soon as I saw what was happening I shouted.

"What the fuck are you doing," I roared. A white pill pinched between the
Latin man's fingers dangled over Boa's mouth. "You brought drugs into my
house." I continued to yell. I went up and slapped the pill from his hand.

"Relax, it's all for fun." said the Latin man. But his expression suddenly
turned. His eyes were no longer focused on me and began to roll back up
into his head. He started to look drowsy. And just like that he collapsed
off the edge of the bed. I rounded the corner and saw that he was passed
out.

"He swallowed a drug and was trying to get me to take it." Boa said. I
stood up to uncuff Boa from his restraints. "He told me that the others
took it too."

As soon as Boa said that terror went down my spine.

"Angel!" I shouted. "Where is my husband"

"Derrick left the premises through the kitchen patio door," said Angel.

A sudden knife went into my heart. I ran out of the bedroom, down the
stairs, through the kitchen and out to the back yard. The moment I stepped
out was when I saw them. Two bodies floating on top of the pool water, the
third was half submerged in the jacuzzi. It was his top half that was under
water and his bare ass and legs sprawled on the deck. I jumped into the
pool and turned Derrick's body over. His face was blue. I dragged him to
the edge and rested his face on the edge of the pool deck and began
breathing air into his lungs. After a few puffs, I got out of the pool and
pulled Derrick's body out of the water, where I began CPR. After about ten
minutes of chest compressions and mouth to mouth Derrick was still
unresponsive. I broke into a mad wale. I screamed at the top of my lungs,
cradling my husband's head in my arms.

"Oh baby! I'm here." I sobbed uncontrollably. "I'm here
baby. I'm....sorry." I wept and laid my head on his lifeless body.

"Come quickly, the man upstairs is not breathing," said Boa from the patio
door. I laid Derrick's head down and sprinted back upstairs but it was too
late. The Latin man had OD on my bedroom floor. The pill he tried to get
Boa to take laid only a few feet from the dead body. The pill was most like
OxyCodone laced with contaminated fentanyl.

Standing over his body, dripping wet and naked my instinct took over.

"Angel, engage protocol 66," I said out loud.

"Engaging protocol 66," replied back the omnipresent voice.

I walked back to my home office, closed the door behind me and sat in front
of my computer. On the screen read All audio and video files are being
deleted. All digital logs being deleted. All communications being
scrubbed. In the background, a sound of a phone ringing and was answered on
the other end,

"24 hour cleaners" a man said over the phone.

"Yes! My drapes need a special cleaning," I said to the man on the other
line. "I will also need my carpets washed and dried."

"We will have someone there in ten minutes." The phone call hung up.

I then walked over to the book shelf, pulled the candle scones next to it
and the book shelf slid aside to open the entrance to my private
room. Inside was and directly ahead was my personal vault. I placed my hand
on the display panel next to the vault door. A laser from the top of the
vault scanned my face and then my retinals. With my hand still on the
panelist then scanned my finger prints followed by metal collar that
extended down to brush the top of my wrist to collect flakes of my skin for
DNA analysis. As soon as the DNA check was complete, I punched in the
security code.

"Voice authorization, Alpha One Tango One." I said to the computer. The
vault door opened.

Inside the vault laid stacks and trays of shiny white coins. About a
hundred in each tray with hundreds of trays stacked neatly on top of each
other, I grabbed a bag that hung on the inside door of the vault and put
about twenty coins in the pouch. I closed up the vault and existed my
private room with the book shelf closed behind me.

"A vehicle has arrived at your gate and have provided credible
authentication, they will be at the front door shortly." Said Angel.

I hurried back to my bedroom where Boa was already dressed. I grabbed my
night robe, threw it over my shoulders and walked back down the
stairs. When I opened the front door, I let six men clad in black attire
into me home. A seventh man was wearing a gray wool coat and a brown
newsboy cap. They were led by a short older man with the common male
pattern baldness.

"So where do you want us to clean your drapes." He said with a raspy voice.

"One in the master bedroom and two in the back pool area. There will also
need to be carpet cleaning in the kitchen, parlor room, my master bedroom,
pool and jacuzzi." I then handed the short man a stack of my white
coins. Ten in total.

"Boys!" The short man nodded to his crew and off they went. As the men
walked away, I was over heard one of them asking the other. "She's paying
us with silver coins?" The question Illicit a vehement response from
another man, "You fucking idiot? Don't you know what that was. She paid us
in Rhodium coins. Rhodium is a rare earth metal. One ounce is worth $6
grand on the open market. Boss has got $60 thousand in his hand."

I then turned to the man in the wool coat. "My husband Derrick, he's also
in the back."

When he got to Derrick's body, there was nothing he could do.

"I'll report the death as an accidental drowning and fill out the death
certificate for you." Said the man."I'll see to that his body is well taken
care of."

"Thank you doctor." I then handed him three coins. Doctor soon left after
his payment.

The crew took four hours to clean up the entire house of any evidence of
that three guest died in my home. When the three bodies and Derrick's were
taken away, I handed the remaining coins to the boss. The crew drove off
and left the house as though any signs of a party, sexual activity and drug
use had never happened. Tired and exhausted, I went up to bed. As soon as I
walked into the room, Boa was still there seated on my bed. I stood there
for a moment and without control, I did something I had never done, I
closed my eyes and cried in front of another man. For the first time in my
life I felt lost. Without expecting it, I felt a pair of warm strong hands
wrap around my body. I felt sad and tired, I rested my head on Boa's
shoulders. He led me to the bed were he laid me down and cuddled next to
me. He held on to me all night and into next morning.