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So you all know me and my sexuality.. I am very very submissive and very sissy minded.. I service sexually Frustrated married men.. I love these guys and feel deeply for their polite.. I love being able to give them and offer up my body for their pleasure.. I love knowing that they come to me stressed and frustrated and full of built up cum.. when they leave me they are no longer stressed and drained dry of cum.. they are relaxed and cum free.. they have left it all in me..
About three weeks ago I had an opening in my roster am I met a guy that I have come to enjoy a lot.. the first thing he ask me was can we just fuck??? It kinda took me back.. I ask him about his marriage and sex life with his wife.. he told me that he loved his wife and they have sex 2-3 times a week.. he said that she knows about his bi side and desire for sex with men.. that she encouraged him to find someone to have regular sex with.. that she found one of my old adds about sexually Frustrated married men.. and suggested he contact me.. so long story short he is hung nicely 8? and rather thick.. he is mid 40?s and has lots of stamina!!! He has now fucked me 2-3 times a week for the last 3 weeks.. he gives me 2 huge loads that take him about an hour and a half to deliver.. he is rock hard the whole time.. and quite aggressive while fucking me.. with him and my two hubby?s I am getting fucked very well.. so yes we can just fuck for the fun of fucking!!! I love getting fucked well!!! I think these guys have my number!!!

Once our conversations became more... personal, I came right out and told her that I was bisexual and now it was all about her accepting it or... losing her ever-loving mind.

"You are? Oh, tell me all about it! I want to hear about everything you've done with guys!" she said.

And I told her. All of it. She wanted to see me sucking a dick and I was able to arrange it and she got to see me doing it and she would tell me later, "That was such a turn-on for me!"

And, not for the first time, wishing that all women could be that okay knowing that the guy who's interested in her is bisexual.

Guys have asked, "How do I tell her without her getting mad?" and... you just tell her and if she gets mad, then she gets mad but since women like to demand total honesty from us, uh, yeah: Be careful what you ask for because you just might get it... and you might not like it.

I just didn't care if a woman knew this about me or not because even when I'd wind up facing a woman's wrath over this, nothing she could say or thinking about doing was going to change the fact that I am bisexual; I've always been bisexual and I will always be bisexual so if that means that we can't be together, well, that sucks and you're a hypocrite by saying that I had to accept you as-is... but you won't accept me as-is. Or telling me that I can't be bisexual. Or accuse me of cheating on you and, fuck, we haven't gotten to a point where a charge of cheating could be handed out and justified!

With some women, you're damned if you do and damned if you don't. It's been a clusterfuck to end all clusterfucks when dealing with women but when they know and they're okay with it? Doesn't much get better than that and there's no need or reason to hide my thoughts and feelings about my desire to also have sex with men. The women who get it understand that my bisexuality has nothing to do with her and that, yeah, I am the way I am because I'm bisexual.

Indeed, I'd tell a woman that I was bi and if she objected - and most of them did and would - then, she's not someone I want to be associated with and more so when women have this habit of telling us guys that we have to accept them the way they are - and then expecting and demanding that we be the way they want us to be. Telling this was one thing but didn't really explain the women who knew that I was bisexual and especially if/when they didn't know anyone that I knew.

The woman I would have a life-changing "affair" with was on the phone with me and we're talking about the powerful chemistry between us and how we had to not give into it when she said, "I know that you're bisexual, by the way."

At first, I thought my wife had told her but I had a sense that my wife didn't mention it to her so, of course, I asked her how she knew.

"There's that something about you and it was easy for me to figure out and I gotta be honest: It excites the shit out of me and my panties are so wet I'm going to have to change them but, yeah, I know you are and... it's one of the things I love about you."

"It tells me that you know some stuff that other men don't know and are afraid of and what you know is also why we need to not do what we both know we have to do," she continued.

And... we failed. Miserably. I made love to her for an amazing five straight hours and in one moment when I was eating her very wet and juicy pussy, she said, "Eat my pussy like you suck cock!" and, well, that's what I'd been doing but I put some "extra" on it and would, hours later, make her tap out... and while I was still eating her pussy with the same energy and passion I have when I'm sucking dick.

When a woman is okay with me being bisexual, it's such a great relief because it's something that the majority of the women I have ever met... gets seriously offended over. I remember the day I told me girlfriend and soon-to-be wife that I was bisexual, and I'd had so much sex with guys - and being very fearful that she was going to dump me and... she didn't. All she said was, "I thought so." What made her think that?

That something about me that, at first, you can't quite put a finger on but if it's not that I'm gay, that means I'm... something very different. It didn't mean that we'd wind up having sex - but it was nice if we did - but, again, when you tell a woman this and she doesn't lose her freaking mind, it's like a huge breath of fresh air. And whether I told them or they "just knew it" went well toward what women I'd be happy to know... and those I should just forget that I ever met them.

I remember getting brave and telling a woman that I was bi and she let me ramble on for almost an hour before she said, "You ain't telling me anything I didn't already know about you."

Say what? Am I really that transparent? And realizing that to some women, they... see me. They feel me and the thing that makes me different from most other guys and, yeah, sometimes, they find it to be highly and sexually exciting. Or not.

The woman who'd become not only my lover but, eventually, my second poly wife had asked me, the second time we had sex, why and how was I so good at eating pussy and... I told her that if anything makes me good at it, it's that I know something about sucking dick. I... was scared that she was going to lose her shit and get rid of me but she said "Yeah... that would explain it."

I loved eating her because she had a huge clit and, to me, it was like sucking a dick and... yeah, after our second time having sex and me spending a serious amount of time eating her she said, "Oh, my god... you're dangerous." Indeed, the first time I went down on her, she started crying and I thought that I had hurt her but she said, "No one has ever done this to me in a way to make me feel the way I am now... and who the hell are you? And please don't stop making me feel this way!"

I've wondered that if I weren't a cocksucker, would I have been good at eating pussy? The jury was out but when I told her that I was bi, she was very okay with it. The same with the woman I'm with now, too.

"Eat my pussy."

The girl I was hanging out with and one I considered to be a platonic friend, said this and it surprised me.

"What makes you think I do that?" I asked.

"Because I know you suck dick and if you suck dick, you eat pussy to so, eat my pussy."

Oh, shit! Who told her that I sucked dick! It was on my mind as I got between her legs to eat a pussy I thought was off-limits to me. I ate her for a long time before she yelled at me to stop and fuck her.

Later - and after eating and fucking her again - I asked her who told her that I sucked dick and she said, "Nobody did - I just know that you do and you have a reputation for eating pussy and... I needed my pussy eaten."

"Okay," I said even if her logic didn't quite make sense to me. "But you said that we would never have sex!"

"And I changed my mind!" she said and rolled her eyes at me and as only girls could do. "I figured that if you suck dick, that's why other girls say you're so good at eating pussy and, yeah, you're really good at it and... eat my pussy again?"

She was the first girl who knew, somehow, that I was bi... and was okay with it. In the younger days, one of the things you did not ever tell anyone - and especially a girl - was that you went both ways. If they suspected it and asked, I'd categorically deny it; if someone did rat me out, I'd come up with some of the most creative lies that were crafted to discredit whoever let a girl know my secret... and then, I'd find them and have a conversation with them.

A woman I'm talking to changes the subject and asks, "You're bisexual, aren't you?" At this point in my life, I wasn't going to lie and say I wasn't - but I did want to know how she knew.

"Since we met, I've always felt that there was something different about you and it took me a while to figure it out," she said. "How does having sex with men fit into having sex with women for you?"

"It all just makes sense to me," I said. "Like, I'm eating a girl's pussy one day and it dawned on me that her clit was a smaller version of a dick and I know something about sucking dicks and tried a few things on her and, I'm guessing, to her delight and approval because I ate her so good that... she went to sleep."

"Well, that's what you guys are supposed to do," she said. "How does being bi make you feel?"

"Complete. Whole. Like there's nothing... missing," I said. "I know this is much more than sex but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't like the way I have sex... and I'm surprised that you're not offended."

"I'm not; guys like you fascinate me," she said. "You're very straight but, then again, not really and I've wondered how that works for guys like you."

"It just does," I said. "Um, uh, would you be interested in finding out how it works for me?"

She did but the thing I really took away from our conversation was that there really are women who find guys like me attractive and fascinating and all because we're straight and not so much at times.

It hurt really bad but started to feel good but I must've done a really good job of sucking Joey's dick because he gave me two or three deep thrust, tried to cuss - and shot his jizz in me. I almost cried out because I could feel the way his dick was pulsing and every time it got bigger, the more my hole was being stretched and it seemed to me that he wasn't going to stop shooting in me. I could already feel some of it starting to ooze out of me and I even managed to reach back and touch and look at it because I thought I was bleeding but, no, it was his jizz.

He pulled out of me so slowly that I thought he was going to get stuck in me and even though I could feel his dick getting soft, it was still hard enough to make the pain come back again my fear increased when he said, "I can't get it out!"

Oh, no! I did the first thing that came to my mind: I rolled over and because Joey hadn't rolled with me, his dick popped out of me and it really fricking hurt - but he was out of me and the rest of his jizz came pouring out of me and the bad part was... we weren't done yet. It was gonna be my turn to fuck him and after I did, we'd get cleaned up... and start all over again. It wasn't all that easy the second time and the only thing that saved my poor hole from more hurt was I was still slick with his jizz on the inside but this time, he could fuck me for a long time... and he did. Even though it felt like Joey had his arm or leg in me, it felt good to be screwed like a girl.

But I still needed to taste and swallow his jizz so I told him to pull out and wash his dick really good and hurry up! He did and I went back to trying to conquer his fat dick so I could be the first to say that I did. My jaws hurt so bad that my whole face was hurting but Joey's fucking my mouth, I'm shoving my mouth onto him as much as I could and he... shot it. It was warm, very salty, and a bit thick and I gulped it all down and so much that Joey had to push me away. He sucked me hard so I could fuck him and once I shot my jizz into him, it was time to... go back to what we were doing. As we headed back, I was... walking funny. My whole face was hurting but not as much as my butthole was hurting now.

Just another one of those moments where I learned so much about sex with guys, sex with Joey, and what I was willing to do to have sex with a guy.

I knelt down, opened my mouth as wide as I could, and started sucking Joey's fat dick. My jaws were already starting to hurt but I'll pause here for a moment to tell you that... I was a glutton for punishment; I didn't believe that there wasn't a dick I couldn't suck or one that I couldn't squeeze enough into me so that I could feel the guy shooting in me. Crazy, I know, but it's just how I was about it and I wasn't going to give up trying to suck Joey's fat thing and see if he really could shoot the stuff and like everyone said he could.

It was hard sucking him but I was doing the best I knew how to do and he seemed to like what I was doing. I could taste the stuff that wasn't really the stuff coming out of his dick; it was kinda 'thick' but salty and I wanted more of it. It wasn't like Joey didn't want me to have it but his dick was very fat; my jaws were hurting and like someone had punched me in the face and... I just couldn't make him shoot. He knew it, too, because he made me stop and lie down on the mattress so he could suck me. I thought he was going to be rough and like some guys were but Joey was... as gentle doing it and like some girls would do it.

It felt so good. I wanted to shoot my stuff but at the same time, I knew that when I did, Joey was going to roll me over, put a lot of spit on his dick, and then try to get it in me so he could fuck me... because that's the way us guys did things. I shot my stuff into Joey's mouth and it felt wonderful and he was swallowing it and then he was done doing that but didn't roll me over right away because his dick was soft... and I had to get it hard again.

I... didn't feel like doing it anymore but I knew I had to because... that's the way it was. A little easier to get my mouth around him before he got hard again and I took this moment to really suck his dick as good as I could. I was into it and almost didn't hear him say, "I'm ready now!" He helped me to roll over onto my stomach and, as I'd had girls do, I arched my back some as Joey conjured up enough spit to put a lot on both of us. I was scared when I felt the head of his dick pressing against my hole but there was no backing out now and I had no other thoughts but ones laced with terrible pain as Joey shoved all of his dick in me at once.

I wanted to cry but I didn't. I knew that I should have told him some lie about why we hadn't done it yet and that we wouldn't be able to but it was too late and now I understood what grownups meant by biting off more than you can chew.

It was one of those moment when I realized that I didn't necessarily do the right thing. "Joey" was a guy I'd been trying to avoid because other guys told me about how fat his dick was, how hard it was to suck him and, yeah, it really hurt going in. In truth, I liked Joey; he was a nice guy, fun to be around but the stories about his dick scared me.

But I knew that I wasn't going to be able to avoid having sex with him for very long. And that day was... today. We're shooting marbles and he casually asks, "Why haven't we done it yet?" and I froze in mid-shot; we both knew why because he knew about what everyone was saying about him and like I did. To make matters worse, I was horny. It's 9am on a Saturday and the only guy outside besides me was Joey - and I knew that he asked the question because he had made it clear on other occasions that he wanted to do it with me.

"Let's go do it," I said. Why? It was going to happen eventually so no time like the present; let's just get this over with... and I am horny.

You would have thought that I'd given Joey some money or candy with the way he was smiling. We gathered up our marbles - and I had more of his than he had of mine - and headed to the closest hideout that had a mattress. Joey was heavy-set; a year but younger than I was and just as short as I was and the real difference between us was... his dick wasn't as long as mine - but it was as fat as some of the adult dicks I'd gleefully had in my mouth and, more recently and often, in my ass. Barely. Oh, yeah, it would hurt like the dickens but I knew that if I cried or said how much it hurt, they'd get scared and stop - and I wouldn't get to feel them shooting their jizz in me.

We strip down and Joey's dick is already hard; he had that glazed look in his eyes and one that I learned to recognize whenever a guy was good and ready to have sex with me. Oh, and I was salivating and trying not to drool all over myself looking at his boner and... I knew I could suck it.

Sex with older woman are sometimes on a whole new realm of sex. I have an elderly lady who lives in the neighborhood who lost her husband a few yrs back. At 68 yrs old her sex drive is that of a 20 yr old. And she is bold as hell, our 1st time with each other she called me up to see if I could fix her ceiling fan, of course I said so I gathered up my tools and went over. Trouble is there was nothing wrong with her fan. She smiled and said don?t play dumb, I see you watching me in my yard, she pulls out a cell phone and shows me a pic of her shaved pussy. Would you fuck that, hell yea I said, great follow me. I followed her to her bedroom where she undressed and helped me undress, her mouth was on my cock in a heartbeat.

Her sexual proclivities knew no bounds, she ordered me on my back and we 69ed for awhile, she destroyed my face when she squirted so hard I thought I was going to drown. She waterboarded me. She said cum boy make me taste your cum, but don?t worry I will get you hard again. She used her throat muscles to work the head of my cock and I couldn?t hold back, she got a weeks worth of cum shot down her throat. Her body was that of a 40 yr old, still firm and sexy, a small bubble butt, and her tits still stood proud on her chest.

We both got up and talked for a few minutes, she explained she was not looking for love, just a fuck partner she could trust to keep our secret. After a few minutes she poured me a bourbon and as I relaxed she worked on getting my dick hard again which didn?t take much, she was that good. Once hard again she invited me back to her bedroom as she laid down on the bed sideways, spread her legs and she said fuck me hard. The whole time I fucked her she is saying fuck that pussy boy. Again she squirted as I fingered her ass hole, oh you want to go there she asked. She got up up grabbed a towel from the bathroom and laid it down on the bed, she got on all 4s and I rammed my cock into her, after her initial pain she rode me hard and had multiple orgasms. She said cum in my ass, so I did.

She was one of the best fucks I have ever had. Now it?s a weekly thing that I go over and find her on the bed naked , legs spread ready for her weekly sex trip. mMmm yummy