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  “I didn’t think it would be today that you’d be with someone,” I said.

  “Well that’s Jason and he lives here too.”

  Wow. It was like getting hit with a sledgehammer. I’d walked out on Hank for cheating on me and right into being the Other Woman for poor old Jason.

  “I hate men,” I said. “You all cheat, don’t you?”

  “It wasn’t cheating.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Really. Jason and I have an agreement. We’re both bisexual and we both sleep with women. We don’t sleep with other men, though.”

  A deep voice from the doorway confirmed what Greg said. “That’s true. Hello, Holly.”

  “Hi, Jason. “I feel like I should apologize.”

  “Not at all. In fact, I’m delighted that you and Greg have rekindled an old flame. I find that romantic.”

  “You do?” I asked. I found that hard to believe.

  Jason flopped down on the bed. “Nevertheless,” he said. “It’s all true. Greg told me about why you’re here.”

  “Of course he did.” I sat up and the sheet slipped. A fast, furious debate went on inside my head and the nonchalant argument won. I let it stay slipped, and was gratified to see Jason eying my breasts with appreciation.

  “What I said to him… do you want to know what I said to him, Jason asked as he snagged the sheet and inched it downward.

  “I would love to hear it.” I didn’t stop him. There was something exciting about this whole situation and I was willing to let it play out.

  “I said, wouldn’t it be a spectacular revenge for Holly to have both of us?”

  My breath caught a little at the thought. The two of them. I could go back to Hank and say, “Well you had your fun and I had mine.” Of course it helped that Jason was wicked handsome with dark brown hair and blue eyes, and what looked like a killer body under his expensive suit. “It would be an amazing revenge,” I agreed. I was starting to make another wet spot.

  Jason moved in for the kiss, the thing that said, “I’m okay with this, let’s fuck.” And I gave it without a second thought. If I was going to go crazy, why not go crazy all the way?

  “You taste good, Holly,” he told me.

  “Hey, no sweet talking until you get your clothes off, buddy,” Greg ordered.

  Jason stole one more kiss, then bounced off the bed and began to undress. Greg took the opportunity to say, “You really don’t mind this?”

  “Not at all. I feel as if I’m remaking my life today, Greg. I don’t know what will happen with Hank, but I do know this is good for me.”

  “You always were adventurous,” he said as he pulled the sheet off of me and tossed it on the floor. He ran his hands up my legs, kissing my knees, and licking my thighs.

  “I should wash,” I whispered.

  “No. You’re nice and musky, and full of my cum. Jason will love that.” As if to prove what he said, he pushed my thighs apart. “Baby, come check this pretty pussy. I spent all last night fucking it.”

  Jason climbed back onto the bed and stared at my crotch. “Yeah, it looks nice and tender. You must have pounded it hard. It’s good enough to eat.” And without waiting for the invitation, he went muff diving, pushing my legs upwards and spreading them wide so I could see him going to work on me. He tongued my cunt and every time he flicked my clit, I jumped and gave a little sob of pleasure.

  Greg stroked Jason’s cock. “You need to fuck her,” he whispered to Jason. “While I fuck you.”

  Jason grabbed a handful of black curls and pulled Greg into a kiss. “Oh yeah, baby, make me the filling in your sandwich.” Then he put his cock head to my cunt lips and pushed into me.

  Greg crawled up and presented me with his cock, and I began to suck it, making him hard. I wanted to see him fuck Jason. It was all so new to me, and I suddenly wanted to experience everything. Once he was erect, he got behind Jason and penetrated him. I could feel it, feel Jason tense up, and feel Greg’s hard thrusts all the way into my pussy.

  It was unbearably exciting. I went off like a rocket before either of them were finished. Once, twice, three times I climaxed as they banged away, and then Jason gave a cry and slammed into me deeply two or three times, then slumped down on top of me while Greg finished.

  They weighed a ton, but I loved the feel of them both half lying on top of me. My pussy was sore from all the fucking we’d done, but I wanted a lot more of this before I left Greg’s apartment.

  We finally rearranged ourselves and Greg pulled the covers over us. He was lying on my right and Jason was spooned up against my back, snoring softly.

  “Well? What do you think?” Greg asked.

  “It’s all new to me but I loved it.”

  “It can be a little awkward sometimes. Who does what to whom and all that. But when it works it’s amazing.” He smoothed the hair away from my face and smiled. “You’re welcome to stay for a while. We actually do have a spare bedroom if you’d like a space of your own.”

  I thanked him. “I have some thinking to do, but I don’t imagine it will take me too long to make a decision.”

  “What are your choices? If you don’t mind me asking.”

  “Stay with Hank. Don’t stay with Hank.”

  “You’d go back to him?”

  “Well…” I wasn’t sure how to explain what I was feeling just then. “The thing is that when I first came up here and told you the story, I’d have said no way no how. But I’ve cooled down, and remembered the good times. And then you’ve opened my eyes here. I asked myself if he and I had an agreement, with strict parameters — the way you and Jason seem to have — would it bother me to share him? And I don’t honestly think it would.”

  Greg grinned at me. “Well that’s interesting.”

  “I’m kind of surprised that it came easily to me to say that. To be honest, I never considered an open relationship.”

  He propped himself up on one elbow. “Okay, let’s say you agree to have an open relationship. What would you do?”

  I gave it some thought. “Well I’d like to visit you and Jason sometimes.”

  “I hoped you’d say that.”

  “And I might occasionally act on some of the opportunities I’ve had.”

  “Like?”

  “Like, there’s this guy from our Boston office who flirts with me every time we talk. I might actually follow through with something. And…” I began, barely believing that I was going to say this to anyone, “I might have an affair with a woman.”

  “Really?”

  I shrugged; feeling suddenly shy about it even though I knew Greg would be the last person to judge me. “I’ve always been a little curious,” I admitted. I have a friend who’s lesbian and—”

  “Could I interject something here?”

  “Sure.”

  “Don’t make a friend your science experiment. It may be about sex for you but it might not be for her.”

  He was right. Of course he was right. “I guess I have to think about things more carefully.”

  “That doesn’t mean you can’t talk to her about it. But be upfront about what you want. It’s just hard for LGBT people sometimes.”

  “I don’t want to be a sexual tourist, Greg.”

  “What do you want?”

  I thought about it. “I want to be the most me I can be. I want to be fully who I am meant to be.”

  “That’s an admirable goal.”

  I wanted to say something profound, but instead I yawned hugely. He and Jason had worn me out. “Right now, though I think I want a nap.”

  “I’m with you on that,” He moved in a bit closer and kissed my forehead. “We can all go out to dinner tonight. Maybe go dancing.”

  “I would love that,” I said, or thought I did. I’d entered that twilight land where you think you’re making sense but there’s a chance what you’re saying is, “The rabbit is sitting on my shoes.” Or perhaps you’re not speaking at all, but only dreaming of speaking, dreaming that you�
��re telling people of the world beyond waking.

  And then you fall into darkness.

  Chapter 4

  We did go out that night. We had a lovely meal at a new and rather pricey restaurant just off of Michigan Avenue, and then we headed out to a club nearby. It was a big old place, and there were straight couples, and gay couples, and lesbian couples.

  There were even other threesomes, and I felt right at home with the guys. We danced, we had drinks, and we cuddled in our booth. They introduced me to some of their friends and I actually saw a couple of people I knew, people who seemed a little startled to see me there with Greg and Jason.

  I was kind of hoping word would get back to Hank that I was having a life, thank you very much, and it didn’t have to include him to be a lot of fun and quite sexy.

  A very nice woman bought me a drink at the bar, and before the evening was over, I had her phone number. I told her I couldn’t promise anything since I was going through a thing right now, but she said, she’d wait. Let me tell you my adventure was going amazing things for my ego. And considering how flattened it had been by the Hank and Skank show, it was a heady experience.

  We got back to Greg’s condo about four-thirty the next morning. I thought there would be some wild sex, but we were all pretty wiped, so we just piled onto the bed and slept all snugged up together like puppies. My last coherent thought was, my god these guys smell good. Coherent, but kind of odd.

  When I woke, there was sunlight streaming into the room. I was lying on one side of the bed, and Greg and Jason were on the other side, making love, pressed together from chest to knees, moving slowly against each other.

  I’d never seen anything like that, never even thought about the idea of men rubbing their penises together to orgasm. I’d always thought of gay sex as oral or anal, or maybe a mutual hand job. But it was clear that Greg and Jason were taking a great deal of pleasure from the act, which also allowed them to kiss and caress each other.

  Jason reached between them and took hold of both cocks, holding them together, stroking them as they moved against each other. Greg moaned softly, and I reached between my legs and began to masturbate myself because how could I not? I wasn’t a part of this, I was just an interested spectator, but it was exciting all the same.

  I stroked the nub of my clitoris in rhythm with Jason’s hand. Every time one of them moaned or cried out, a shock of pleasure went through me. My pussy began to ooze, and I slipped two fingers inside myself, imagining both men inside me at the same time.

  I was vibrating with excitement. When Jason climaxed, shooting his cum all over Greg’s cock, I thought it might kill me. I couldn’t stop coming, but I was climaxing in almost dead silence, leaving them their intimacy, not intruding on their moment.

  It took a while for them to remember me, but that was all right, I was happy. Greg turned and smiled at me. “Okay?” he asked.

  “Happy.”

  “Yes?”

  “That was a revelation,” I admitted.

  Jason climbed off of Greg and over to me. “That turned you on,” he teased, kissing my face, my shoulders, and my breasts. “Admit it. You got all hot and bothered watching us frotting.”

  “I did, it’s true. I kept wondering how that would feel inside me.”

  He gave me a look. “Not really?” It was kind of embarrassing until he started to laugh and said, “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”

  And then I said, “Not really?” because all of a sudden I was sort of nervous. Neither of them were small, and the idea of the two of them inside my puss? A little scary.

  “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” he promised. “We’ve done this before.”

  Greg slid over and kissed my shoulder. “It’s true, we have. But we won’t do anything you don’t want, okay?”

  “Um… okay.” To tell the truth, it was more exciting than frightening. I wondered if that’s why people did so many stupid things that sent them to hospitals. But I trusted Greg, so I said, “Okay, I’m game.”

  This time it was Jason’s cock I sucked, working him to a stand, and noticing that he seemed bigger than before, as if he’d grown in the last day. Jason stiffened Greg and didn’t seem to think that Greg was any bigger than usual, though I thought I detected a difference. I knew it was my mind playing tricks on me but all the same, I was trusting them to stop if I told them to stop.

  Jason stretched out on his back, thick erection swaying between his thighs. “Climb on,” he said to me, “and we’ll go for a ride.”

  What girl could resist? I straddled him and Greg took hold of his cock and guided me down onto it. As always it felt wonderful. I moved up and down on him slowly, savoring the feel of him inside me. But after a few minutes I felt Greg come up behind me, and push me forward onto Jason’s chest.

  Oh here it comes, I thought, and very nearly told him not to, but then I remembered the sight of the two of them rubbing against one another, and I wanted to feel that, wanted to be part of that. I leaned forward and waited.

  Then I felt Greg’s cock head pushing against me and my body pushing back. “You have to relax, Holly,” he told me. Come on, baby, relax for me.”

  I focused on my breathing, and on relaxing all my muscles. I thought of other things, including a bar of dark chocolate, and suddenly Greg was inside me and it felt… well, it felt odd. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable. “That’s my girl,” he crooned and kissed the back of my neck.

  Underneath me, Jason was grinning, and I remembered what I’d seen them do, remembered the sight of their cocks rubbing together, leaking their pre-cum on each other. I realized that it was happening inside me and this feeling shot through me from my pussy to my brain, short circuiting any reservations I had because it was so, so good. I couldn’t move, I let them do the work instead, closing my eyes and imagining what it looked like.

  I’d never felt anything like that in my life. I was dizzy with it, ecstatic. I started coming and couldn’t stop; waves of pleasure ran through me, washed over me. I felt faint, giddy. I felt them both orgasm and threw back my head and howled because I had lost all control.

  I don’t remember anything else until I opened my eyes and saw the two of them lying beside me. “Wow,” I breathed. I’m not profound under such circumstances.

  “You okay?”

  “Never better. Literally. Absolutely literally. Best ever.”

  They both laughed.

  “Thank you. I don’t just mean for that. I mean because I understand who I am now.”

  Jason climbed over me and they sandwiched me between them. “Let’s get some sleep,” he said. “We can do it again later.”

  It was like winning the lottery.

  Chapter 5

  Greg, Jason and I spent all of Saturday in bed together. We did thing I didn’t know people did, and I loved it all. I was anxious to experience it all. But by Sunday, when we were getting ready to go to brunch, I realized that I had to go back and confront Hank. It was time.

  I told the boys about my decision and they both agreed that it was the right thing to do.

  “We’ll still be here,” Greg told me. “You have our numbers.”

  “If you don’t mind, I’d like to leave my suitcase at your place until I know what’s going to happen with Hank.”

  “Do you want us to come with you?” Jason asked. “Moral support? Protection?” He was such a darling. I was happy that Greg had found someone so nice.

  “No, Hank isn’t dangerous. He’s thoughtless, but never dangerous.”

  “Okay, but call us later to let us know you’re all right,” Greg insisted.

  I promised I would.

  We parted company with kisses outside the restaurant, and I walked on back to my building, trying to decide what I would say to Hank when I saw him. But when I walked in he raced over to me and hugged me.

  “I’ve been so worried, Holly. Where have you been? I wanted to call the police but they always say you have to wait f
orty-eight hours, and I wasn’t sure what to say to them anyway. Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. I’m better than fine. Hank, we need to talk about this.”

  “I know. I am so sorry, Holly. I was such an idiot.”

  “Yeah, you were,” I told him. “But I owe you my thanks because I learned something important because of what you did.”

  He looked stricken. I think he thought I was going to say that I’d learned I could live without him. It was tempting to keep him in suspense, but I wanted to get this out on the table. The future of our relationship depended on what we said and did at that moment.

  “Hank, I was very angry with you, as you know. I didn’t know where I was going to go or what I was going to do, I just walked in the rain. I got soaked.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I ran into an old friend from high school, a guy I used to date. He took pity on me and took me back to his place, and we ended up having sex together.”

  Yeah, stricken and contrite went away, and were replace with annoyance. “You what?”

  “Hear me out. Greg is bisexual, he lives with another guy. When Jason came home I thought that Greg had done to him what you did to me and I was horrified, and very disappointed in Greg, the way I was with you.”