I recently took the completely terrifying step of discussing with my wife (of 10 years) my evolving sexuality and my recently realized sexual attraction to men. She basically told me this wasn’t really surprising and that she was surprised I was surprised she was taking it so well. She’s known for a while that I like anal stimulation. She just took that logic to the next level and let me come to my conclusions on my own time. Long story short, we discussed boundaries and comfort levels and now a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. We’ve decided for the foreseeable future to remain monogamous. But she understands that I’m going to have fantasies about other men, just as I might about other women. In that spirit, here is how I fantasize my first bisexual encounter would go…
“Hon…I cant find my car keys and the tile battery is dead. Do you have any idea where they are?”
“Well dear” she says sardonically, “did you look on the key ring?”
“Of course I did, they’re not…”
They’re there
“Did you just put those here?”
“No they’ve been there since yesterday”
I roll my eyes in mock disbelief, knowing its 100% true.
“What would you do without me?”
“Probably eat Mac n Cheese every night and drink myself to sleep.”
She pulls me in for a goodbye kiss. Her lips are so soft and taste faintly like cherry. She has to stand on her tippy toes to reach my level so her arms are wrapped around my neck in a loving embrace, half supporting her weight, half squeezing to show her love for me.
“By the way” she says, breaking our kiss
“My mom is taking the kids tonight, I have a surprise for you so I need you home on time, can you do that?”
“For you? Absolutely. What is on time, exactly?”
“6:00 sharp!”
“You got it!” Shall I pick up something for dessert?”
A smile, no…a grin shows on her face for the briefest moment, but it’s there. As quick as it appears, it’s gone and she responds;
“I will have everything ready to go. The only thing I need from you, is you!”
She boops my nose, and gives me one last kiss while spinning my body around and smacking my ass. So sexy!
“Go to work husband, I’ll see you tonight!”
“Love you”
“Love you too”
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As I’m heading home from what turns out to be a relatively busy day at work, I have a mini panic attack. I forgot all about being home on time. A quick glance at the clock quells my fears, I’m actually early! So I decide to stop at the grocery for her favorite wine and a dozen pink roses. Pink roses are her favorite because her grandfather used to give them to all the women in the family at get togethers. I don’t know what she has planned, but I figure you can’t really go wrong with this combo.
When I pull in to the driveway, I notice nothing unusual, so I grab my things and head inside, wondering what this woman has planned for us…
“WIFEY!” I yell out. “I’m ready for my back massage!!”
“Mmmhmmm” she responds with a smile, greeting me from the kitchen. She’s wearing her apron so she must be making some kind of dinner or something. It’s weird, I can see her shoulders.
She grabs my hand, pulling me the rest of the way into the foyer and closes the door. Immediately, she gets down on her knees and starts undoing my belt. As she’s kneeling, I can see that she is indeed wearing an apron, I can also see that it’s the only thing she’s wearing!
“Oh my! This is…unexpected!”
“You have no idea,” she says. She has my cock out now, stroking it. There’s lust in her eyes. She wants it hard, NOW.
The initial surprise didn’t allow me to process what was happening. I mean, I still have flowers and wine in my hand. But that look…she gazes up at me and I believe I may have gotten a bit dizzy for a second due to the instant rush of blood to my penis. In an instant, I’m ready for what ever she has for me.
She grabs my shaft and lifts it up, and to the side. She’s gently fondling my balls with her mouth. Ever so lightly sucking them into her mouth and flicking her tongue around them. Then, she slowly drags her tongue up the shaft. She’s headed for the spot of precum that has quickly developed on the tip. As she reaches it, she pulls away, making eye contact, as the tip of her tongue is the last to leave the tip of my cock, a string of clear precum spans the distance.
It’s picturesque. Like something you might see at an erotic art gallery. As the setting sun shines through the small window next to the door, it highlights her hungry face and glints off the clear liquid spanning our bodies, creating what I can only describe as the most erotic image in my mind that I’ve ever seen.
She takes me in. All of it. I’m not huge, I’m not small though and she just completely engulfs my entire cock so fast that my hand, almost instinctively, reaches for the back of her head. I ditch the bottle and flowers and begin lightly guiding her onto myself. Not pushing, just…enjoying, caressing, scritching. She loves when I run my fingers through her hair. She knows I love blowjobs of any variety, but enthusiastic blowjobs are my favorite. I just love them so much.
“Oh my God, whatever prompted this, I love it. Can I cum in your mouth?”
In lieu of an answer, she quickly stands up and with a giggle on her face, starts walking toward the kitchen.
“Uh….babe?” I shout with a bit of glee still in my voice. It’s a comical image, me standing there with my pants down around my ankles, my arms out, a mixture of joy, shock and defeat on my face.
She pokes her head back through the doorway and smiles as if nothing happened.
“That’s enough for now, bring me those flowers, we need to get them in a vase.”
I put myself back together and grab the goods. As I head to the fridge to chill the wine, my wife’s bare ass is hanging out, framed in by the apron ties. One of the ends is hanging down further and is just slightly nestled into the crack of her cheeks. My wife’s ass is huge and glorious to look at, imagine, fondle, it’s just great. As payment for the kind greeting, I smack her ass as I walk by, watching the impact ripple through her flesh. A tiny “Ohooh” escapes her and I can tell she is just as turned on as I am. I put the wine in the fridge and throw the flowers in a vase.
This woman is preparing quite the meal for us. I see steaks sitting on the counter. No doubt ready for me to grill soon. There’s An array of side dishes in various stages of completion and one of my favorite appetizers, smoked salmon bruschetta.
I approach my wife from behind and slip my hands between the loose fabric of the apron and her warm, soft body. I caress her breasts, focusing at times on her nipples which are getting erect with my touch. I passionately kiss her neck up and down, occasionally running my tongue along her ear. I pull one hand free and liberate her from the confines of the apron tie. It’s now just hanging there around her neck.
I crouch down in front of her and motion for her to put one leg over my shoulder. Grasping the edge of the sink with one hand for support, she gently places her other hand behind my head and pulls me in. To say she is wet is an understatement. I can see a trail beginning to run down her leg. As I approach her pussy with my eager mouth, I close my eyes in ecstasy as the smell hits me. The wonderful aroma of a woman’s vagina is overwhelming to me. It is a physiological response I can neither understand or deny.
I start with an open mouth, flattening my tongue so as if to clean up a bit on the first pass. I take in a mouthful of her nectar and revel in its flavor. I quickly swallow and return to duty. There are times when she wants slow and light touches. There are others where it seems my tongue couldn’t possibly be rough enough to satisfy her hunger. This time was the latter. This unspoken knowledge, gained from the firm, but kind pressure on the back of my head, the light gyrations of her hips onto my face. I couldn’t believe it. 30 seconds in and she’s about to cum. I do my favorite trick. I form a light suction with my mouth and encompass her mound. At the same time, I play a triple tongue melody on her clit. I alternate between this and full vagina swipes with my tongue, taking breaths only when absolutely necessary. I was in band and quite good…I know how to use my tongue! I can feel her hip speed increase, she’s pressing harder now, practically grinding herself on my face. All of a sudden, the grinding stops, but the pressure of her hands does not relent. I can feel the contractions in her clitorous. She’s cumming, and hard! After a few moments, I move my tongue, just to be sure. Her entire body shudders and she swiftly pulls my head away, almost like she forgot I was down there.
“Wow” she gasps. Suddenly exhaling as if she forgot to breathe “I needed that”
“Happy to oblige ma’am” I say in my old town sherif’s voice.
We giggle as I stand up and we pull each other into an embrace. It feels good and right and for a moment we just stand there, looking into each other’s eyes. I can see love in them and I know she sees it in mine too. We go in for a kiss and I’m surprised. Not because we’re kissing, but because my mouth and face are slathered with her juices. We make out right there in the kitchen. The fact that she’s tasting herself is both a seeming non-issue for her and a complete turn on for me. I know where this is going. It’s inevitable. I start to pull her in the direction of the bedroom but she resists. “Nope!” She says matter of fact. “I know I’m being a bit of a tease, but I’ve worked hard on this meal and we are going to relax and enjoy it, even if you do have a boner the entire time!” She says this last part with a wink and a quick flick of my dick.
“My greeting was just an appetizer, just you wait until dessert!”
I want to protest, but I know sometimes waiting is worth it, plus, the food does look and smell amazing.
“Okay love, how can I help?”
“You can go handle the meat, Mr.”
She gestures toward the steaks
“They’re rested and ready to go on the grill. Get cookin’ hubband, you haven’t seen anything yet!”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/o0l2wt/bisexual_husband_feeling_loved_part_1
Where is part 2?