Bi sexuality and other things that turn girls on
I knew my husband was bisexual before I married him. To be honest, I thought it kind off sexy at the time, I mean what woman wants to enjoy that kind of spectacle, the reverse scenario for a man with a bi-wife is hot if the wife has a good looking girlfriend, right?
One day I arrived home and found a car parked in our driveway, a car I did not recognise and when I went into the house I could hear men's voices upstairs. I froze for a moment, my mind racing, were they lovers and I could feel my heart start to pound in my chest, was I going to walk in and catch two men fucking?
I went somewhat gingerly upstairs and followed the voices to our bedroom. The door was slightly ajar as I walked up to it, my throat was tight as I pushed the door open and saw them standing by the window, "What's going on", I asked, a tad disappointed it was not what I wanted to see, they both turned and then I saw what it was they were standing in front off, a massage table, and my husband introduced the young man, he was Simone, a trained masseuse and it was for me, he was there to give me a massage in my own home. Yes, I was a tad disappointed at not catching my husband being ass fucked, as it played out in my head, but my self induced horniness now took a different turn, I was to be naked with a young masseuse in my bedroom, and my husband had arranged it, that was a new feeling that had caught me off-guard, but equally and sexually exciting.
Si I hid my feelings and laughed, "Wow, a massage", I retorted, "you know what, I can do with that, I need to shower first", I continued, taking off my jacket and continuing towards the bathroom, where I stepped in and just pulled the door closed, but not quite, I stood in front of the mirror and saw you masseuse looking at me, as I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off, while he watched.
My husbands homosexuality was bearing dividends, he had become a willing cuckold, and this masseuse, I hoped was one that gave a 'happy ending', to frustrated housewives, and when I pushed my knickers down, I stood fully frontal and let this young stranger be in no doubt what his job was to entail, as I smiled at him and cupped my breast and slid a finger between my labia, before stepping into the cold shower. I deliberately made the water cold, I wanted his touching to warm me back up, the colder the more he needed to do, fuck I was so horny I had to fight myself to stop myself from wanking off with the long wooden handle of the back scrubbing brush, if it looks like a phallus, it goes in and I would hump it.
I came out dripping and steaming, my body was hot, "Do I need to dry off", I called out, interrupting the men outside still chatting, "No", called back my husband, "just come out and relax baby" he continued, he sounded different even to my ears, was naked when when I stepped into the bedroom, both men's eyes were all over my naked body, even my husband's looks at me, seeing a stranger seeing me naked and myself willingly showing myself to him, aroused him.
"Just lie face down on here", aid the masseuse, and I raised a leg and felt my crotch open up as my thighs parted to get onto the table. Once there I settled onto a nice position and felt the masseuses hands stroke my back, from my shoulder blades down to the cox of my spine, "How does that feel" he asked me, his hand resting on the small of my back, as I deliberately clenched and unclenched my ample buttocks, then sought the edges of the massage table, with the inside soles of my feet, my legs wide open enough to make my swollen labia part and let the young man see what a horny woman looks like.
"That feels really nice", I throatily retorted, "I really need this so don't hold back", I added, deliberately grinding my pubic bone into the table, as I answered him. My husband said something I never really heard, so I looked at him, standing there watching the masseuse pouring oil onto my naked body, "As this is going to be my massage honey, why don't you go down the the video store in town and pick us a nice movie for the duration of the massage".
My husbands face went serious for that moment, the video store was a front for gay men to meet and fuck in the back rooms. I was giving him permission to have his ass fucked while I planned for this young man to do me a favour and be paid.
My husband coughed and left, "Look after my wife", he said to the masseuse, working my arse cheeks with his strong fingers, teasingly close to my clitoris and labia, it felt good and I felt myself shift to try and make his fingers touch me, he was getting into the grove and he knew it. I heard my husbands car engine roar as he drove away leaving me with my masseuse, who also heard, "How does this feel now", he asked me throatily?
I thought for a moment, I was a full blooded experienced woman, being oiled up for a fucking, I loved the idea, so I turned my head to look at his handsome face, before answering, I wanted to see his reaction, "Why don't you get naked and just give me a happy ending", I said thickly, he was pressing himself against the side of the table, where my hand was, and as smiled meekly and looked down on my spread buttocks, showing both holes desperate for penetration, I felt his cock under his shorts, thick and rock hard, I smiled at his girth, "Free this monster and fuck me", I was about to bankrupt myself for pleasure, "and make it bareback", I added, before turning my face back down into the pad, the darkness made his undressing al the more exciting as I lay there waiting to be fucking in my own bedroom and paying a young man to do it made me feel shameless.
When we moved down from Scotland to Newcastle, I was just thirteen. I hated moving, leaving my school and my network of friends, eased mainly with promises of weekend hookups and never losing touch.
The house we moved into was a council house with eight families of two on each floor, and we were at the top of the stairwell, with the added inclusion of the attic space, which I claimed as my own domain, and my parents happily obliged at gaining my consent of moving home.
The attic space I chose shared a dividing wall with the house next door, plasterboard thin and audible at night as I lay in my bed listening to the couple next door having sex, even down to her moans and his very audibled, "I'm cumming", it was clear even to this f******n tear old girl, their bed lay along the same wall as my own did, and they were fucking with less than an inch between us.
It's not surprising I kept this fact from my parents, even more so when I made it my determination to know who my secret lovers were, a youngish couple that were attractive, she in her mid twenties and he looked slightly older, the one thing that struck me was knowing what they were like during their sexual exploits, and seeing them in the flesh in broad daylight, it really did make me feel like a voyeur, and I wondered if they knew I was masturbating through our thin wall, listening to the rhythms as they fucked, my eyes closed and mentally seeing his thrusts into her, my fingers in rhythm with his cock, as he thrust and she gasped, the bed creaked and my fingers were deeply embedded inside my pussy, we both humped, and then one day during one such session, they stopped abruptly, catching me out, as I was having my orgasm I kept going, and they heard me. I lay there in silence, holding my breath, heart pounding so loud I feared they could hear it, then there was a gentle knock on the wall, and a female whispering, "Did you cum"?
I was caught. By then they knew of the girl that lived through the wall, they knew it was I who shared our confined space in the attic, and knowing now I had been sharing their sexual encounters, I was also a voyeur, knowledge which emboldened them to make contact and despite our twelve years age difference, she wanted us to be friends, and said as much one Summer's night late on, when the heat made us open our respective skylights to let the heat out, and she pooped up naked from the waist up, baring her small breasts to the world, well more to me really, as few could see us on the rooftops of the Newcastle skyline.
She had been drinking and when I opened my skylight, by standing on my little dresser table, she called to me and when I emerged she said, laughing, "At last our little fucking voyeur".
I felt belittled and embarrassed, but her nakedness out there, up on the steep rooftop, above all the street lighting, really was sexually exciting and daring, specially to a girl like me. "I'm Sandra", she said extending her hand towards me, which seemed silly as we were about 3 meters apart. "Frida", I replied, barely raising my palm in acknowledgement, standing on my little table made me expose my upper body through the skylight, "so", she continued, "you listen to us", she said, raising her glass and taking a slurp of the wine from it?
"Difficult not to since our beds are together along that wall", I retorted, when she moved she was illuminated by the light from below and her nipples really were long and rigid, and she knew it obviously and flaunted them at me.
"Why don't you join us and sample the real thing", she proffered, "I don't mind sharing and my man wants to fuck you"?
Just hearing her say those words made me gush between my thighs, even though it was difficult to see her in the over all darkness, her voice made me excited, and I was touching myself as we chatted. Then suddenly there was a movement and he was there, crushed behind her, and equally naked, "Hi Frida", he said throatily, as she fidgeted in front of him, "Hello", I answered, suddenly realising they were fucking, her head flopping forward onto the roof tiles, and he was heaving into her.
I was fingers deep in myself, watching intently, "Come here and I'll fuck you good and deep", he was talking to me as he humped his woman, "Come on, come", he egged me, and then suddenly without warning, he slid up her naked back and was on the rooftop, stark naked and with a rigid cock, and before i could react, was on me, kissing my mouth and sliding his hand down to meet my wet fingers, then we were in my room and on my bed, where he proceeded to fuck me, and her voice coming through the thin plasterboard, "Fuck her baby", I could hear her whisper, and he did as she bade, as I bade him also, I loved hearing myself say it to him, "Fuck me", over and over.
We fell asleep together and when he left and slithered back to his skylight the sun was rising, and then I heard them at it again, she had been waiting for him, with my smells and tastes on his cock, she was licking him clean of me, getting to know me before actually really getting to know me. That 3 meters or so between our skylights became our little roadway to group sex, bisexual sex, where I learned to appreciate cock and cunt, together, but especially her, I really loved her scents and sweetness, her soft body, so much like my own as I developed, and her daring outlook as we fucked strangers and told our tales as he wanked himself
One day I arrived home and found a car parked in our driveway, a car I did not recognise and when I went into the house I could hear men's voices upstairs. I froze for a moment, my mind racing, were they lovers and I could feel my heart start to pound in my chest, was I going to walk in and catch two men fucking?
I went somewhat gingerly upstairs and followed the voices to our bedroom. The door was slightly ajar as I walked up to it, my throat was tight as I pushed the door open and saw them standing by the window, "What's going on", I asked, a tad disappointed it was not what I wanted to see, they both turned and then I saw what it was they were standing in front off, a massage table, and my husband introduced the young man, he was Simone, a trained masseuse and it was for me, he was there to give me a massage in my own home. Yes, I was a tad disappointed at not catching my husband being ass fucked, as it played out in my head, but my self induced horniness now took a different turn, I was to be naked with a young masseuse in my bedroom, and my husband had arranged it, that was a new feeling that had caught me off-guard, but equally and sexually exciting.
Si I hid my feelings and laughed, "Wow, a massage", I retorted, "you know what, I can do with that, I need to shower first", I continued, taking off my jacket and continuing towards the bathroom, where I stepped in and just pulled the door closed, but not quite, I stood in front of the mirror and saw you masseuse looking at me, as I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off, while he watched.
My husbands homosexuality was bearing dividends, he had become a willing cuckold, and this masseuse, I hoped was one that gave a 'happy ending', to frustrated housewives, and when I pushed my knickers down, I stood fully frontal and let this young stranger be in no doubt what his job was to entail, as I smiled at him and cupped my breast and slid a finger between my labia, before stepping into the cold shower. I deliberately made the water cold, I wanted his touching to warm me back up, the colder the more he needed to do, fuck I was so horny I had to fight myself to stop myself from wanking off with the long wooden handle of the back scrubbing brush, if it looks like a phallus, it goes in and I would hump it.
I came out dripping and steaming, my body was hot, "Do I need to dry off", I called out, interrupting the men outside still chatting, "No", called back my husband, "just come out and relax baby" he continued, he sounded different even to my ears, was naked when when I stepped into the bedroom, both men's eyes were all over my naked body, even my husband's looks at me, seeing a stranger seeing me naked and myself willingly showing myself to him, aroused him.
"Just lie face down on here", aid the masseuse, and I raised a leg and felt my crotch open up as my thighs parted to get onto the table. Once there I settled onto a nice position and felt the masseuses hands stroke my back, from my shoulder blades down to the cox of my spine, "How does that feel" he asked me, his hand resting on the small of my back, as I deliberately clenched and unclenched my ample buttocks, then sought the edges of the massage table, with the inside soles of my feet, my legs wide open enough to make my swollen labia part and let the young man see what a horny woman looks like.
"That feels really nice", I throatily retorted, "I really need this so don't hold back", I added, deliberately grinding my pubic bone into the table, as I answered him. My husband said something I never really heard, so I looked at him, standing there watching the masseuse pouring oil onto my naked body, "As this is going to be my massage honey, why don't you go down the the video store in town and pick us a nice movie for the duration of the massage".
My husbands face went serious for that moment, the video store was a front for gay men to meet and fuck in the back rooms. I was giving him permission to have his ass fucked while I planned for this young man to do me a favour and be paid.
My husband coughed and left, "Look after my wife", he said to the masseuse, working my arse cheeks with his strong fingers, teasingly close to my clitoris and labia, it felt good and I felt myself shift to try and make his fingers touch me, he was getting into the grove and he knew it. I heard my husbands car engine roar as he drove away leaving me with my masseuse, who also heard, "How does this feel now", he asked me throatily?
I thought for a moment, I was a full blooded experienced woman, being oiled up for a fucking, I loved the idea, so I turned my head to look at his handsome face, before answering, I wanted to see his reaction, "Why don't you get naked and just give me a happy ending", I said thickly, he was pressing himself against the side of the table, where my hand was, and as smiled meekly and looked down on my spread buttocks, showing both holes desperate for penetration, I felt his cock under his shorts, thick and rock hard, I smiled at his girth, "Free this monster and fuck me", I was about to bankrupt myself for pleasure, "and make it bareback", I added, before turning my face back down into the pad, the darkness made his undressing al the more exciting as I lay there waiting to be fucking in my own bedroom and paying a young man to do it made me feel shameless.
When we moved down from Scotland to Newcastle, I was just thirteen. I hated moving, leaving my school and my network of friends, eased mainly with promises of weekend hookups and never losing touch.
The house we moved into was a council house with eight families of two on each floor, and we were at the top of the stairwell, with the added inclusion of the attic space, which I claimed as my own domain, and my parents happily obliged at gaining my consent of moving home.
The attic space I chose shared a dividing wall with the house next door, plasterboard thin and audible at night as I lay in my bed listening to the couple next door having sex, even down to her moans and his very audibled, "I'm cumming", it was clear even to this f******n tear old girl, their bed lay along the same wall as my own did, and they were fucking with less than an inch between us.
It's not surprising I kept this fact from my parents, even more so when I made it my determination to know who my secret lovers were, a youngish couple that were attractive, she in her mid twenties and he looked slightly older, the one thing that struck me was knowing what they were like during their sexual exploits, and seeing them in the flesh in broad daylight, it really did make me feel like a voyeur, and I wondered if they knew I was masturbating through our thin wall, listening to the rhythms as they fucked, my eyes closed and mentally seeing his thrusts into her, my fingers in rhythm with his cock, as he thrust and she gasped, the bed creaked and my fingers were deeply embedded inside my pussy, we both humped, and then one day during one such session, they stopped abruptly, catching me out, as I was having my orgasm I kept going, and they heard me. I lay there in silence, holding my breath, heart pounding so loud I feared they could hear it, then there was a gentle knock on the wall, and a female whispering, "Did you cum"?
I was caught. By then they knew of the girl that lived through the wall, they knew it was I who shared our confined space in the attic, and knowing now I had been sharing their sexual encounters, I was also a voyeur, knowledge which emboldened them to make contact and despite our twelve years age difference, she wanted us to be friends, and said as much one Summer's night late on, when the heat made us open our respective skylights to let the heat out, and she pooped up naked from the waist up, baring her small breasts to the world, well more to me really, as few could see us on the rooftops of the Newcastle skyline.
She had been drinking and when I opened my skylight, by standing on my little dresser table, she called to me and when I emerged she said, laughing, "At last our little fucking voyeur".
I felt belittled and embarrassed, but her nakedness out there, up on the steep rooftop, above all the street lighting, really was sexually exciting and daring, specially to a girl like me. "I'm Sandra", she said extending her hand towards me, which seemed silly as we were about 3 meters apart. "Frida", I replied, barely raising my palm in acknowledgement, standing on my little table made me expose my upper body through the skylight, "so", she continued, "you listen to us", she said, raising her glass and taking a slurp of the wine from it?
"Difficult not to since our beds are together along that wall", I retorted, when she moved she was illuminated by the light from below and her nipples really were long and rigid, and she knew it obviously and flaunted them at me.
"Why don't you join us and sample the real thing", she proffered, "I don't mind sharing and my man wants to fuck you"?
Just hearing her say those words made me gush between my thighs, even though it was difficult to see her in the over all darkness, her voice made me excited, and I was touching myself as we chatted. Then suddenly there was a movement and he was there, crushed behind her, and equally naked, "Hi Frida", he said throatily, as she fidgeted in front of him, "Hello", I answered, suddenly realising they were fucking, her head flopping forward onto the roof tiles, and he was heaving into her.
I was fingers deep in myself, watching intently, "Come here and I'll fuck you good and deep", he was talking to me as he humped his woman, "Come on, come", he egged me, and then suddenly without warning, he slid up her naked back and was on the rooftop, stark naked and with a rigid cock, and before i could react, was on me, kissing my mouth and sliding his hand down to meet my wet fingers, then we were in my room and on my bed, where he proceeded to fuck me, and her voice coming through the thin plasterboard, "Fuck her baby", I could hear her whisper, and he did as she bade, as I bade him also, I loved hearing myself say it to him, "Fuck me", over and over.
We fell asleep together and when he left and slithered back to his skylight the sun was rising, and then I heard them at it again, she had been waiting for him, with my smells and tastes on his cock, she was licking him clean of me, getting to know me before actually really getting to know me. That 3 meters or so between our skylights became our little roadway to group sex, bisexual sex, where I learned to appreciate cock and cunt, together, but especially her, I really loved her scents and sweetness, her soft body, so much like my own as I developed, and her daring outlook as we fucked strangers and told our tales as he wanked himself
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