A Question of Sexuality (MMF)

So I had this experience and I’m still trying to decide if it means I’m gay or not.

Alright, that’s too simplistic. I mean, I clearly love pussy. I love the way it tastes, the way it looks, the way it feels–dark pink, light pink, big lips, little lips, mini-dick sized clits, little button clits buried in the folds of their own little hoodies, hair, no hair . .it doesn’t matter to me. I love them all.

At this point you are probably thinking “Oh ho! My lady doth protest too much!’– ‘cept I’m not a lady and this isn’t really a protest as much as it is an explanation as to why my gay-confusion (gayfusion?) has manifested all of a sudden. Because people who know exactly what they are feeling always need to explain themselves, right?

So this story starts with me–a very normal thirty something. Like normal in pretty much every way physically possible. Six foot, 200 lbs, very little of it actual muscle. A few vanity tattoos on my legs. Respectable six inch dick, brown air, blue eyes. Not a hottie McHotHot, but not the bottom of the Y-chromosome barrel either.

I’m also married. To a woman. Who, consequently, has a pussy which I happen to love with a devotion that borders on the divine. It really is one of my favorite things. Don’t get me wrong. My wife is far more than just her pussy–Rebecca is quirky, pale, freckled, bespectacled, and in possession of these wonderful b-cup breasts that sit on her chest like these perfect little pears. Though also in her mid thirties, her breasts show no sign of sag. She’s not a fully figured woman, though not stick thin, either. There’s a substantial quality to her legs and hips that proudly claim a right to motherhood while also providing the perfect handholds as I fuck her from behind.

Blah, blah, blah. . we came her for the sexy stuff. Get to it man!

Soon, but first I’m sure you want to know about her pussy? Because it is certainly something to marvel at. Now, as a fairly normal guy, I’ve seen a few different pussies in my life though no where near enough to constitute a representative sample. That said, I’ve never seen a pussy quite like Rebecca’s in all my life–not in real life nor on the computer screen. It’s small, with lips in what seems like a near constant state of pucker. It’s as if her pussy is constantly blowing kisses, teasing for a visit. Her clit stand atop her slit protuding just past her hood when she’s aroused and springs back lightly when my tongue caresses it up, and down in a flicking motion that almost always quickly leads to her ograsm which clamps my head with her thighs and forces me to remain attentive until it’s completion. For those glorious 10 seconds my nose, mouth, tongue, and face are pressed into her perfect, pulsating pussy. There are few things better in this world.

And then there’s Sean. Sean’s a guy, and been my best friend since he randomly invited me to his house to play Call of Duty in 8th grade. Like most guy friends, we’ve gone through our ups and downs–times when we liked the same girl or when one of us just got busy with the demands of life. He got married before I did to a nice enough girl who ended up cheating on him five years into their short-lived marriage. Since then he’s been playing at the bachelor life, working out, eating right, getting laid often and bragging to me about every encounter. It’s honestly gotten a little tiresome, but he’s my best friend and has been there for me during some really rough times–even before I knew Rebecca.

I’d also seen his schlong a bunch of times and never felt anything other than a bit of shame at the fact that even when not erect, it was clearly bigger than mine.

Now wait, I know what you’re thinking. “Aha! This is a cuckold story” and it isn’t. I think.

So a few nights ago, Sean, Rebecca and I went out. Sean actually lived two hours away at this point and we’d convinced him to come out with us that night by promising he could crash on our couch. He objected at first, of course “Man, that couch ain’t big enough for me. Don’t you have an air mattress or something” We did and promised he could crash on it that night if we went out with us.

And out we went. Nothing crazy, just a local bar where we could drink watered down drinks and do a bit of dancing. Truth be told, I mostly expected Sean to woo some local bar fly and spend the night with her. But, I don’t know if it was because he’d missed us or just wasn’t feeling it, but he spent most of the night with just Rebecca and I. And we danced and drank. It seemed like Rebecca was the one out there all night, taking turns with us. At one point when Sean needed to piss and I needed a breather, I used the opportunity to reach under the table, under her skirt and then used my finger to push aside her panties and ran a single finger up her slit. I probably would have done more then and there but I saw Sean returning and decided it could wait for later.

Eventually we all got tired and buzzed and decided to call it a night. Though on the edge of drunk, I was outrageously horny at this point and I could tell from the looks (complete with bitten bottom lip) that Rebecca was on the same page. So when we got back to our place, I made getting Sean set up for bed a top priority. I got his air mattress inflated, threw some sheets and a pillow at him and made it to the bedroom just in time to see Rebecca stripped completely naked, laying on her stomach on our bed, with her legs spread on the floor. In the dull light of our single bedroom lamp, I saw her puckered pussy calling to me. People think the Sirens were a bunch of harpies who lured men to their deaths with their beautiful songs. I knew in that moment, though, that it wasn’t their songs. I would have gladly died that night if it meant I slip my cock to the balls into that glorious pussy.

And so I closed the door with a farm more calm than I felt, stripped with an economy that would make a stripper blush, and in two steps found myself behind Rebecca, dick placed just on the outside of her opening. This has always been my second favorite part of sex: that moment just before you push in and you feel your cock go from surrounded by the cold air and angry world to suddenly hugged so tightly by the warmest, softest thing you’ve ever felt. As I slid in and reached the edge of my balls, I sighed and then paused, savoring this moment. And then I began to move in her, and then out of her. Slowly, but with force at each inward push so that her ass slapped audibly against the top of my pelvis. After thirty seconds of this, slow as I was, I began to feel the night’s buildup reaching a point of no return for me. And I wanted to badly to be there. Women who may be reading this: you may never know the singular urge every man has to blow his entire essence, his entire load into the very back of a warm, inviting pussy. And so when the moment begins to dawn upon us, it is often the hardest thing to stop and take a moment to lower the temperature. Because we also know that the longer we wait, the more we will cum and the longer the eventual orgasm.

Fortunately, I also had a wife who knew me like I knew myself. Just as I realized I was reaching the point of climax she pulled away, let my cock slip from her warm embrace, and suggested I get on the bed on my back. In this, as in all things, she was wise–while I enjoyed sex in any position, her on top always seemed to slow me down a bit and give her a chance to catch up.

As soon as my shoulders hit the bed I felt her leap on me, careful not to kick or accidently bang my sensitive areas, place her hand on my shoulders and lower herself down with a smoothness of motion that comes only from lots and lots of practice. Her pussy once again welcomed my cock with it’s warm, wet hug. Wasting no time, he began slowly rotating her hips, not so much rising off me and coming back down as moving her pussy around my cock as I lay there breathless and helpless. While this felt great to me, I knew these movements were making sure my dick hit just the rights spots in her and within a moment, she began a low moan that, within seconds, had graduated into nearly a shout of ecstasy. The part of my brain not occupied with this magnificent act of fucking knew that Sean would hear us and that same part of my brain realized that even if it cared, what it wanted didn’t really matter at that point.

Slowly her movements became more rhythmic and her moans more gutteral and I felt the tensig of her body that foreshadowed her own impending climax. Though I wasn’t quite there myself, I wanted to feel her cum on my dick, feel the pussy grab and try to squeeze every ounce of life out of my cock. Just as she was about to go over the edge, we heard a knocking on our door and then some muffled words that were clearly Sean’s voice but nothing either of us could make out.

“Quick” I told her, “Cover yourself with a blanket” and then to the door “WHAT?!”
Sean repeated himself, though was still muffled. I think I made out the word “loud” but wasn’t sure.
“Just tell him to come in and tell us” Rebecca suggested.
“Uhh, but we’re naked?”
“Yeah, so?”

This was a bit of a surprise to me, I have to admit. We’d talked about threesomes before but could never agree on the composition or the rules (I insisted on Female-Female-Male since i wasn’t gay while Rebecca said she didn’t have any girlfriends she trusted like that). Now, Rebecca hadn’t just directly said we were about to have a threesome, but she knew Sean would come in, smell the sex, and it would be a special kind of cruel not to let him join. We knew he was trying to tell us to quiet down and could have just left it at that.
I also had to reckon with the notion of someone else fucking my wife–because if Sean and his massive dick joined the party, he’d definately fuck my wife. By calling him in, I’d be granting this permission and while part of me got very angry at the idea, the other part of me was really fucking horney and didn’t care any more.

“We can’t hear you! Come in here!”

After a moment of hesitation the door opened gently, hallway light spilling into the bedroom and Sean walked in and saw me laying on the bed with Rebecca’s blanket covered form on top of me. He knew what we’d been doing and his face blushed red as a bulge began to appear in his exercise shorts.

“Uhh, you guys are being kinda loud–making it hard for me to sleep”

To which Rebecca replied by throwing off the blanket revealing my pussy-clamped cock and her perfect pear breast.

“So don’t sleep” she said.

Sean was clearly confused by this. Was she being a bitch to him? Telling him he could just lay on the deflating airm attress and beat off to the sounds of us fucking for all she cared? Or was she inviting him to do something he’d only thought of when .. .well, beating off. Rebecca wasn’t the hottest girl he’d ever known, but there was something absolutely fuckable about her that he could never quite place. Maybe this was it.

There was also the issue of my dick being in the picture as well. See, Sean wasn’t gay either yet how could he join us without at least something a little gay happening?

“Hon, grab the lube. We are going to try something” Rebecca said.

It was my turn to be confused. Rebecca was most definitely not into anal. The only time we had tried had ended in tears and a sore bottom. She’d never suggested it since and I”d never asked since it wasn’t really my thing either. Was she suggesting Sean fuck her ass while I fucked her pussy? Wouldn’t I feel his dick through her pussy wall?

Of course, all of that hemming and hawing happened in the part of my brain that cared about things other than fucking and pumping every ounce of sperm I had in me into my wife’s beautiful cunt. And so I obliged, reaching over in the nightstand, reaching into the nightstand and grabbing the lube. I handed her the bottle and watched as she squirted some in her hand and said

“Come here Sean. And get naked”

My friend was past wondering at this point and was quite content to do any damn thing my wife asked of him. He quickly slipped out of his shorts and boxers, letting spring free the 8-inch monster I’d always suspected but never seen in true form. And, not gonna lie, it was a beautiful cock–thick, but not obscenely so–perfectly rounded head, the cute dimple where the head meets the shaft. It bobbed in the air like a dowsing rod, pointing towards Rebecca and her now slippery hands. As he approached, I watched my wife grab my best friend’s cock and began to slowly stroke. I have to admit to feeling a pang of jealousy at that moment–it was clear my wife was enjoying the novelty of having hold of a dick she couldn’t wrap her hand fully around. There was a clear hunger in her eyes that I assumed was her wondering what it’d feel like in the cramped confines of her pussy.

I also felt her pussy keenly then–as she stroked, I felt the twitches it gave as if it too wanted to know what being penetrated so fully and so deeply would feel like. Honestly, I began to feel myself losing my erection. How could I compete with that? Sean and his cock were far better examples of the male specimen than I was–I should just leave them along and let them fuck.

My wife, though. . .my wonderful, empathetic wife knew of my self pity and after a few more strokes of Sean’s cock that clearly brought him close to his own edge, stopped and turned back to me.

“If it’s ok with you, you both are going to fuck me now. But only if it’s ok with you” she said to me.
I felt my hard on return to full force as I realized it wasn’t his cock she wanted, it was both of our cocks at once inside her. I was still suprised she was suggesting anal, but considering how much I loved her pussy, he could have her ass.

“Get behind me Sean. I want you both to fuck me”

Sean seemed momentarily confused as well–he knew from experience that anal wasn’t something you just did. But he too was too horny to care at this point and so he climbed on the bed. I felt his legs brush against mine as he straddled both my legs and Rebecca’s ass. I didn’t find the contact repulsive. At the same time, Rebecca leaned forward a bit. The angles made it hard for Sean to see where he was putting his cock, so he relied on Rebecca’s guiding hand to find the right place.

I felt the tip of his dick hit my balls, felt the precum wipe off on my pubic hair and then gasped as Rebecca guided his dick not into her ass, but into her pussy. I’m still not quite sure how it all fit, but one moment I was alone in my wife’s cunt, and the next moment I was sharing the space with my best friend’s dick.

All three of us joined together and I could do nothing but gasp. I think Sean realized the situation before I did, and like me, it froze him. Our dick’s were touching. No, not touching, rubbing against one another, pushed together by the walls of my wife’s pussy. Was this gay?
We didn’t get a lot of time to think about it. Rebecca quickly took charge, moving her hips in a way that some how pushed our dicks even closer together while stroking the outsides.

Not gonna lie. . .it felt amazing. I don’t know if it was emotions for my best friend, my fierce level of horniness, or something else–but at that moment all I knew was that simultaneous feeling of my wife’s pussy and my friend’s dick was the single best thing I’d ever felt. Until I heard Sean start to pant. And then I felt him begin to thrust. Rebecca stopped moving and let him push in and out while I tried my best to not move for fear of slipping out. I could feel her pussy contract around our dicks and I could feel his dick expand as it grew closer and closer to its climax.

Sean began to pant louder, little groans escaping his lips as his thrusting became stronger and deeper and faster until I heard him stop breathing, gasp and shudder as his cock emptied into my wife. Of course, I was still in there with him and when he came I felt an explosion of warmth and wetness and tightness from his cum that blew my mind. It apparently blew Rebecca’s mind as well as she let out loud moan and contracted hard around our cocks which then pushed me over the edge of climax. I don’t know how many times my cock pumped hot semen into my wife’s crowded pussy that night because, frankly, I blacked out for a second. To say it was the best orgasm of my life is an understatement. Each contraction of my prostate sent jolts up my spine while pushing out load after load of cum. A drink of water after three days in the desert wouldn’t feel as good as this did.

As my orgasm subsided I became aware of Sean and my wife’s weight both laying on top of me, panting heaps unsure of what had just happened but certain that it would have to happen again. After a few moments, Seans’ semi-hard cock slipped out and I felt the torrent of our combined loads spill from Rebecca’s pussy. And that too, felt great.

There’s more to our story, but I’ll leave it there for now and hopefully now you understand my questioning of my own sexuality. I really liked the way his cock felt against mine. And I really, really liked the feeling of his cum exploding into my wife and onto my cock at the same time. I certainly don’t love Sean. . .not in that way. But after experiencing what I did with him and Rebecca, there’s no world where I won’t want to do that again.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r65ofv/a_question_of_sexuality_mmf