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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I thought it was an excellent idea and we spent days talking about it along with who we'd want to have sex with together. Before the first time we got down with another couple, I was of a mind that I could handle it - then found out I couldn't! She was sucking the other guy's dick, which I expected but, yeah, it kinda fucked with me to actually see her having so much fun sucking another guy's dick, just like it fucked with me when she went wild when he ate her and, since she was a squirter, she was hosing him down like crazy... which didn't even come close to how she reacted when her and the other woman got tangled up with each other.

I was stunned to see her going at the other woman... and her boyfriend was even more shocked because he just learned something about her that he didn't know - and that overwrote the shock he later told me about when he started sucking my dick as the women tag-teamed him, taking turns sucking his dick before he lost his load... in my wife's mouth.

It was a bit of a struggle to deal with what I had witnessed and as we talked about it - and after a whole weekend of sex with that couple, she said that she was feeling the same kind of things watching me having sex with the other woman, from eating her until she begged for mercy to actually getting her face all in the action so she could watch my dick going in and out of her.

Sometimes she'd find a woman to come have sex with us and I'd often be surprised at who'd show up at our front door; you think you know someone right up to the moment when you find out that you didn't know this about them. Threesome sex isn't that easy to do and in those moments when she'd find a woman who wanted to play with us - and I'll be damned if I knew how she was finding them - I'd often find myself sitting on the sidelines, my dick so hard that it hurt, and watching her eating pussy and being eaten.

And I was, strangely, okay with it. Where it really fucked with me in the beginning, it no longer bothered me to see someone having their way with her and knowing she was now enjoying every moment and, yeah, even when the other guy made her cum like a firehose.

We'd talk about it and it was never about who's dick was bigger or who fucked her better although she did tell me that while I was very good at eating pussy, I wasn't as good as the women who'd eat her was - but I was getting there. At first, man, that pissed me off and hurt my feelings... until I sorted it all out in my head - of course women can eat pussy better than men can - duh!

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I sat and listened to her trying to explain this very confusing thing and I began to suspect that she wasn't telling me the real reason why she wasn't enjoying getting all the dick she was getting - and said she wanted. I tried to get the real reason behind her feelings - or lack of them - out of her but she'd stick to whatever it was that she said that, really and honestly, didn't make a bit of sense to me.

Until I figured out what the real reason was and tested my theory by asking her one question and pretty much demanding a truthful answer: "Are you not liking these guys making you cum... because it's not a guy you want making you cum?"

I had suspected for a long time that she liked women and pussy especially after she told me that her babysitter used to make her go down on her and submit to having her pussy eaten. When she told me about this, I had asked her how she felt about it other than being pissed off... and she'd clam up and wouldn't say another word about it but, yeah, I suspected that she very much liked it - I just couldn't prove it.

I asked her that question and, as expected, she tried to avoid answering it but I wasn't hearing any of it and hit her with an ultimatum of my own: Tell me the truth and answer the question or we're done. I think that really hit her hard and I know that she knew that I wasn't playing or making an idle threat... so she confessed and, as it turned out, confessed something that, in our initial talk where we revealed everything, she held back and it was all I could do not to get royally pissed about that and stay focused on the matter at hand.

Come to find out that she was even lying about the "guys" she had been with. Oh, she'd been getting fucked like nobody's business but most of the time when she went on a date, it was with another woman and when I asked her why she withheld this information, she really couldn't explain it and I guessed that she felt that I'd go off the deep end because what she really wanted and needed - and was getting before we even had that life-changing conversation - was pussy.

She already knew I was bisexual and in our revealing moments, I told her all that I'd done from the first time to the last time and because of that, I'd told her that she shouldn't have thoughtor felt that I'd give her a hard time about it, even when it was clear that she was "cheating" on me with other women. I'm bi... so why would I pitch a bitch about her being bi?

Our "after date debriefing" underwent a drastic change. Sure, she was still getting dicked down but not as much as when she got started and listening to her telling me about the sex she had with the women she was dating usually resulted in the two of having some really intense sex afterward. It wasn't important for us to reveal the names of the people we were having sex with but I was quite shocked and stunned to learn that, um, there wasn't a woman in our apartment complex she hadn't slept with... and more than once.

Which was funny since, um, I'd slept with them, too.

Once her bisexuality was out in the open, going forward with our open marriage became easier on both of us; she was getting what she really wanted and I wasn't worrying a whole lot about some strange dude fucking her and making her feel worthless and miserable. She did stop giving up the pussy to other guys until she came to me with the suggestion that instead of us going out as individuals and having sex, how about we find other people to have sex with together?
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]This isn't so much about me as it is about my first wife who, one day, came to me and demanded to have permission to fuck other people and letting me know that she was gonna do it even if I didn't give her permission. It put me in a very bad spot and we did argue about it until, finally, I gave my permission because I felt that it would be better to know what she was doing and who than to not know. But that permission came with a condition and a warning: The condition was that if she was free to fuck anyone she wanted to, so was I... and the warning was, after hearing what she had to say about why she wanted to do this, "You're gonna find out that all the guys you think is going to want you for being you only wants to fuck you and forget that you existed."

One of the rules we had was that if we had sex with someone else, we had to share what went on as soon as we came back home... and it was painful to sit and listen to her telling me how she let some dude fuck her and how much she didn't like the way he made her feel or how they treated her, which was exactly what I was afraid of and, no, I didn't look at her and say, "I told you, didn't I?"

I didn't have to because I knew that she knew I was right about what she was going to experience because she wanted to be with someone who wasn't me, as she said. Not that I was treating her badly in any way, mind you, but she said she was looking for something more and something different than things were with me. But I knew she was going to regret this decision and, my god, she got fucked a lot in the early going and I'd find myself having to do damage control and trying to figure out something she'd say that had me puzzled.

She'd tell me that the guy would make her cum... but she didn't like it. Now, if that doesn't sound like it makes any sense, you now know how I felt when she first told me this. She'd complain that the guy didn't eat her pussy, didn't eat it right, or wouldn't eat her at all; she liked to suck dick but hated being made to do it and, according to her, being demeaned in the process and I so very badly wanted to tell her, "I told you so" that it hurt me not to say it. I remember asking her, "How can he have made you cum and as many times as you may have done... but you didnt like or enjoy it?"

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]But being so easy had its advantages: I learned to deep throat a lot of dicks and could take a lot of big dicks all the way in my ass without suffering any damage. I'd even learned how to not let the pain of being entered bother me; a guy would go to stick it in me, and my whole body would just relax without me having to think about it. Yeah, it still hurt and sometimes bad enough to make me wanna ask him to stop - but once it was in, it was all good and now all they had to do was shoot a load of spunk in my ass.

And the sooner, the better. Being so easy taught me some hard lessons as well, like the one time a guy was fucking me for so long that I actually went to sleep while he was fucking me and I didn't wake up until I heard him saying that he was cumming... and I was thinking, as his dick was pumping away inside of me, "It about damned time -damn!"

I learned not to get pissed off when a guy shot his load quickly, understanding that it was something that just happened and, besides, the whole point of having his dick in my mouth or ass was for him to cum... wasn't it? Oh, they'd be upset or embarrassed because they didn't last as long as they wanted to - or hoped they would but I was okay with it and I had to learn how to let them know that it was okay - if we had time, we can do it again if he want to and sometimes they did, sometimes they didn't but it was cool; they busted a nut in my mouth or in my ass and that's all I really wanted and needed them to do, thank you very much.

I learned that I didn't like having my ass pounded real hard; not only was it very uncomfortable, having my body jarred so hard would make me nauseous and instead of focusing on the feeling of being fucked, I was focused on trying not to throw up. Some guys would be really rough with me and I wasn't gonna lie there and literally get beaten up with a dick in my ass and I'd tell them to stop and get out of me and if they didn't, I'd make them get out and if there was some blood shed, well, I did tell you to stop fucking me or else, didn't I?

Between the ages of 9 and 14, I got fucked so much that I literally had that easiness fucked right out of me because being so easy didn't mean that the sex would be good and satisfying. Today, well, yeah - it doesn't take much to get me in bed but just like everyone else, I learned to pick and choose who I'd easily give it up to and that included girls as well... to a point because, still, the only thing better than fucking a guy was eating a girl's pussy until she couldn't take any more then fucking her until I busted my nuts all up in her.

I learned that if you wanna have sex, you gotta make it easy for it to happen and in whatever way that was gonna be... but not too easy, not like it was when I was younger and didn't know any better. I don't regret that time of my life because I had a lot of great sex and I learned so much... but I do feel embarrassed when I think about those days because, yeah, I was very easy and such a slut.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It made doing it with the guys my age a lot more fun because we could shoot our stuff and be hard and ready to go again in a couple of minutes.

It was glorious.

With the girls, I became quite popular because, for one, I was already shooting the dreaded baby making stuff and, for the other, I had learned to eat pussy and was damned eager to do it, too. A lot of girls didn't want me to shoot in their pussies and some girls didn't even want to be fucked in their pussy - parents were serious about making sure their little girl stayed a virgin and would haul them off to the doctor in a heartbeat so for them, it was about fucking them in the ass. Some really didn't like it but they wanted to be fucked and it was the only option available.

It was crazy to have girls come up to me and ask - or tell me - to do it to them and all because I could shoot sperm or I would happily stick my face between their legs to eat at the Y, as we used to say. After a while, I didn't think it was strange to have a girl - and especially one I didn't know - come up to me and say, "I hear you like to lick pussy - you wanna lick mine?"

Shit, ya didn't have to ask me twice... but in the back of my mind, something was always telling me that I shouldn't be so eager to have sex and that I shouldn't make it so easy for anyone to get me naked (or partially naked) and have their way with me. It was starting to bother me more and more and to the point where I found myself telling the fellas no, I don't really feel like it... but I'd still find myself caving in and doing it anyway and forgetting all about how "bad" it sometimes felt for me to be so damned easy to have sex with.

I was finding myself sucking dick or lying there being fucked... and wishing the guy would hurry up and shoot his stuff. I wasn't feeling guilty or anything... but I was mad at myself for being so easy to have sex with, even with the girls who liked my big dick and my pussy-eating skills. It took me a while before I got over how easy I was; at the ripe old age of 13, I told myself - made myself - stop feeling bad about it. It was sex and I loved to have sex more than I loved doing anything else. While the other guys were having a hard time trying to get laid, well, I wasn't one of them - and a lot of those guys who couldn't get a girl to have sex with them knew they could have it with me...

And I welcomed them with open mouth, arms and legs. But sometimes I hate myself because some guy was happily fucking me in the ass... but it still felt good... and sometimes it didn't and that would make me even madder that I agreed to it so quickly. A guy would take a long time fucking me before he'd cum and it would make me so made - at both of us. But, like I said, I got over it but I also found myself turning down a lot of offers for sex - except with girls because you never said no to a girl who wanted to give you some pussy.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I guess that word got around to other guys and that if they wanted to do it to a boy, they should come find me. Doing it with guys my age was one thing... and I learned that doing it with guys who were teenagers already was something else, just like having one of the adult men who were into this was different.

Bigger dicks going in my ass hurt a lot more but I learned to ignore the pain and I was quite proud of my 10 and 11 year old self because I'd learned to take all of most dicks in my ass, feeling their balls slapping against my ass as they worked to cum inside me.

Nasty. Illicit. More so when I'd find myself face down and a grown up dick was worming its way into my ass. Feeling my hole being stretched so wide hurt like a motherfucker but I'd long since learned that the pain would eventually leave or back off enough to enjoy being fucked until I could feel the dick inside me get really big and fat just before I felt it pumping away inside of me and I could feel the man's spunk starting to flow out of me even though he'd have his dick buried in my ass.

It just didn't get any better than that. Yeah, I'd have a hard time sitting down and my hole would be hurting something fierce... but it was worth it.

God... I was such a slut. It wasn't until I was 12 when being that easy started to bother me; it was like I couldn't go outside without some guy coming up to me and asking if I wanted to do it with him... and I'd find myself saying yes even when my mind was telling me to say no. Sure, it wasn't always about me sucking dick and being fucked; sometimes my... services were required to be sucked off and to fill some guy's ass with my dick but it was all the same to me and more so when it was a sure thing that after I fucked him, he was gonna fuck me so it was all good.

I even got to fuck a couple of those adults and they were surprised to feel me shooting spunk into them; apparently, a ten-year-old shouldn't be doing that so soon and they were equally surprised when I'd tell them that I'd been doing that since I was nine and not too long before I turned ten. Those guys seems to love sucking me off and more so since they could do it more than once - that youthful ability to bounce right back in a minute or so. Indeed, I often found myself being... disappointed when a guy would cum... and that was that, especially with the teenagers and grown ups.

I'd want more sperm in my mouth and ass and, well, the only way that was gonna happen was if there was time to wait for them to recharge... and if they did at all.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I've never been ashamed of my sexuality or how much I love sex but as an adult, I often felt embarrassed at how easy it was for other guys to get me naked and have sex with me once I dove in head first to having sex. Doing it to girls was, to me, one thing; it was fun, it was more than good... and doing it with boys was just as much fun, too. If a guy wanted to do it to me, shit, all he had to do was just say he wanted to and, let's say, too many times, all a guy had to do was pull his dick out and I'd be all over it... and a lot of the guys I hung around with in those early days knew that's all they had to do.

I was beyond eager to suck dick, swallow sperm, and have my asshole pumped full of it. Almost any time, anywhere and with anyone; it didn't matter to me even when, sometimes, that little voice in my head would remind me that doing it with boys could get me in a whole lot of trouble. There were a lot of times when I didn't want to do it or just didn't feel like it... but someone would ask or, when the fellas were hanging out, someone would bring it up and I was all for it.

I just couldn't seem to get enough dick. I loved having a dick in my mouth, tasting it, feeling it as it moved in and out of my mouth and I'd feel myself becoming impatient waiting for him to shoot his stuff into my mouth so I could taste it and swallow it. I loved it when they'd fuck me, feeling that moment of pain and discomfort when they'd put it in me - then that blissful feeling when the pain went away; I'd feel so comfortable and dreamy as they fucked me, soft and slow or hard and fast - I didn't care either way as long as they fucked me and shot their stuff in my ass.

Having my dick sucked and sliding my dick into their tight bottoms was just as much fun and I kept wondering why something that felt so good was considered to be so very bad. Sure, when I got older, the bad parts became clear but at the time, it was always good even though there was always that fear of getting caught doing it with another boy... or a girl, for that matter.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]But instead of him lying on his stomach - and like a lot of boys did - he stayed on his back and opened his legs just like a girl would. I shrugged and climbed between his legs and put my dick against his hole and asked him, "Are you ready?"

"Do it to me," he said, wrapping his arms around me. I pushed... and it went in easily and since I was looking at him, I knew it hurt going in by the look on his face - so I stopped and asked him if he didn't want me to do it to him.

"No, go ahead - I'm okay now," he whispered back, wrapping his arms and legs around me as I started to fuck him. It was really quiet in the room even though the thunderstorm was still going on, sometimes the lightning would light up his room, followed by rumbles of thunder. It was noisy outside but in his room and in that moment, all I could hear was him saying over and over, "Do it to me, do it to me..." and I could even hear the squishy sounds of my dick going in and out of him and thanks to all the lotion I'd slathered on us.

I felt the feeling coming and I wanted it to come... and I didn't but there wasn't anything unusual about that. I was fucking him faster, locked in his embraced and I could have stayed there forever. I looked at him, our faces so close that our noses were almost touching - and he kissed me and this time I felt his tongue slip into my mouth! It was a French kiss! And it made me shoot my stuff so hard my dick was hurting as it twitched and jumped around trapped in his hiney, something I hadn't felt since the first time I shot my stuff with Shirley. I felt like I was drowning; I couldn't think straight if at all and my whole world consisted of my dick pumping away inside him and his mouth on mind and our tongues mingling with each other.

When he let me go so I could pull it out of him, I was so dizzy and I thought I was going to pass out but I didn't and laid down next to him trying to get myself together and listening to him giggling - I thought only girls did that when you did it to them.

"We gotta do that again!" he said. "But, um, I think I like kissing you - it was weird and I don't know why I kissed you but it felt good. Did you like it?"

Once more into the fray, right? Strangely, I did like it and after we both put on enough clothes to go the bathroom to pee and wash off the lotion that somehow got all over us, we let his parents know that we were okay when we went downstairs to get some water from the sink; his father said that the storm was almost over and that he hoped the lights would be on soon.

We went back to his room, got naked again, and spent quite a bit of time kissing with tongues involved. It was still weird but in a good way. We did it to each other again and this time I was on my back and had him all wrapped up as we kissed while he fucked me; then he was being fucked and kissed - who knew kissing a boy could be like kissing a girl? His lips were so soft as he slowly used his tongue to play with mine and I shot another load of stuff that made me feel even dizzier and made my heart beat so hard it felt like it was gonna bust out of my chest.

Just as we got untangled, the lights came back on, dazzling both of us. Off to the bathroom again and we were both giggling because we were walking like we were drunk. Once back in his room, he gave me a set of pajamas to wear and when his mom came in to check on us and tell us to get some sleep, we were sitting there talking as if nothing we'd done during the storm ever happened. She did give us a strange look and my heart leaped into my throat - did she know what we did?

If she did, she didn't say anything other than good night and that she'd see us in the morning so no more talking - go to bed and go to sleep.

Yeah, like that's what we did...

In the morning, we were eating breakfast and talking with his parents about the storm and like the two of us hadn't spent most of the night sucking, fucking, and kissing each other. I wasn't sure about him but I was tired! I heard my friend ask his parents if it was okay if I spent the coming weekend with him and they said that if it okay with my parents, it was okay with them and they called my house to tell my mom I would be on my way home soon, that I was okay, and that it was okay with them if I spent the weekend with their son.

It was one hell of a weekend and one I will never forget...
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