Décadas de sexo (21): Fantasía bisexual

María asks me to write about a bisexual fantasy. I start 'Leaving the champagne flute, Adriana, half-naked, ready to share the cherry that has in her mouth, crawls on the bed approaching María who waits for her face up, with agitated breathing, anxious, lost…' – No, no, no! – she interrupts me – In the story, YouYou're bisexual. Me? Bisexual? The last militantStraight onlyMaría reminds me that it's not like that, there was already a man in my bed, I like girls to give me an anal creampie, I savor my cum, I'm incredibly a masturbator. Or isn't one of their own sex? - See? You're 'it'veryhomosexual - Logical. And adds: I have a prizeveryspecial if I like it... Knowing she's so creative in bed, I decide to take the risk. It'll be her fault if it's a one-way trip! 'I briefly visit the city where she lives'Maliwho doesn't follow Paulão but lives with another couple, Raffael. I accept his invitation to stay with them. In a moment of privacy, I ask Mali if Raffael knows about our brief but blazing history. 'Something', is her enigmatic response, but I recognize a senseless and lubricious sparkle in her eyes. I ask for details.

– Yes, he knows there was a fleeting case at the beach. By the way, when I think about it, my nipples stand up [More? I'm going to get out of here...] and at the same time, I'm entertained that you've made me change plans and caught me so nice. It gets excited but keeps telling me, between subtle desire and affection touches. Even with Paulão, she went out with Raffael and they ended up living together in a three-way relationship, i.e., completely three timesAfter that, Paulão, although they're still very good friends, fell in love with someone else and left for another country.

- Since you'll be going home tomorrow morning, do you want to have a good time tonight? - he invites me, always spicy.

Of course I will, even I would love a threesome but am I ready for homosexual experiences?

- Nothing's going to happen that you don't want - Mali promises me and her kisses conquer my resistance.

After my duties, at Mali and Raffael's house there is dim light, soft music and scarce clothing. I get into the mood quickly and Mali subjects us to delicious kissing routines, caresses, pinches, and suckling. We dance naked, Mali in the middle. We penetrate her from one side and the other, without hurry, without effort, languidly, with passionate moans and dirty words. I'm behind and inside of Mali (like Through the windowWhen Raffael brings an harness to me. He puts it on skillfully without taking me out and starts penetrating me. Later, it will be my turn, I anticipate, and I get very excited. And even more when it happens, with Raffael behind her and she behind me! The night goes between paused passions; both of us grab Mali and Mali possesses our booties. Fatigue and satisfaction conquer us and we fall asleep. I barely feel Mali saying goodbye softly as he leaves for work and I fall asleep again, face down. I'm woken up by the weight of another body on mine. It's Raffael, of course, who tries to put it on me. I don't resist. I decide to try: – Grab me, faggot – I say and arch my body back to sink his cock in. It goes in easier than expected and I like it more than I should, dominated by perverse sensations when he screws me with desire. I push him and feel myself on top of him to ejaculate on his chest while he empties himself inside me. Later, on the plane, I smile because my ass is burning. 'War wounds.' – And then? – I ask María – If you liked it, I want myverySpecial prize. - I loved it - he says, and gives me a kiss on the forehead.