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New Sensations (bisexual, couple, threesome(mmf), group, oral)

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Warning: this story moves slowly, and describes a lot of male-male sexual activity. Please move on if man-man relations isn't your thing.

I have identified as bisexual for about 20 years. By bisexual I mean that I'm fairly uninhibited, and that bisexuality to me as always meant an emerging set of interests and ways I would like to test my own boundaries with another man. Being with a male-female couple has always been a huge turn on for me, and since it was near impossible to find people where any or all of us would make it to the point where we were having some kind of sexual encounter, I'd long ago decided to enjoy these kinds of experiences to their fullest. To put it another way, up until when I'd met this couple I'd gone as far as kissing, touching, having mutual oral with, and topping another man. I have always been completely uninhibited when it comes to women. I suppose that the next logical step was to try being topped by another man. I had incorporated a set of plugs into playtime, and their stimulation took me to absolutely new levels of pleasure that I had never before imagined.

As for particulars, I live in a small state, and as a result I don't play in my state. And nobody here knows I am bisexual, because I am super discreet about it. I am sure that some have guessed, but then again nobody has brought it up even if they've had an inkling. Therefore I try to find opportunities for play when I travel for work. In my territory I'm often in Boston, NYC, NJ, Philly, and as far south as Baltimore. In this instance I'd met a couple at a wedding, and we ended up getting together the next time I was in town. This all happened a couple of winters ago.

When I had RSVP'ed to this wedding, I was a +1. I'd been seeing a woman, and she had originally accepted to join me at the event. Unfortunately we broke up, and I couldn't retract the +1, so there was bound to be an empty spot at the table. As I only knew the couple who were getting married on a professional level, I found myself sitting at one of the outermost tables in the room. Sure enough, out of 8 spots there was only one missing: my +1.

As couples began to sit at the table, one of the ladies -- an attractive red head, quite voluptuous, and extremely well dressed -- sat down, and while doing so, more than a bit bluntly made note of "someone here is missing a +1". Well, duh! :-) I kind of chuckled and pointed at my chest. Her husband -- a burly dude who looked just like a professional NFL offensive lineman -- chided her in a playful way, and they both ended up introducing themselves to me right away. Bart had in fact been an offensive lineman in a Division 1 football program; he had even been invited to NFL training camps a few times after college. Karen had been interested in NFL types of guys, and they'd met at a bar. We ended up sharing some laughs and small talk. I'd learned that they lived just outside of New York City, and I had happened to mention that I got to New York City at least once per month because I worked in sales. Bart also worked in sales, but was lucky to be working for a New York based company, so he had to travel practically not at all.

Karen surprised me by asking me to dance a bit later, so naturally I looked at Bart for his approval, and he nodded and shot me a thumps up. At first I was tentative, but Karen pulled me close, and between my view down her tight dress, how stacked she was, and how great she smelled, no matter how much I tried I could not stay soft. After 3 or 4 songs, Bart cut in, and I headed back to our table. I had been trying to hide my erection all the way, but she absolutely must have known of her effect on me.

Eventually the DJ had started to make announcements that it was coming down to last call, and he gave a time about 30 minutes in the future. I had a couple last swigs of my wine as I watched Bart and Karen on the dance floor. I decided to call it a night, well, kind of. I reconvened in the hotel bar, and decided to have another drink or two. At this point of the year NFL games were really starting to heat up in terms of playoff implications, and I really didn't feel like watching the games by myself up in the room.

I sat at the bar watching a couple of games on the big screen televisions. At this point of the year, bad teams would kind of half ass their way through games, and I found myself rolling my eyes a lot and chuckling to myself at the overall lack of competitive play in these games. Right after halftime in the better of the two games, I felt a slap on my shoulder along with a man saying, "oh, there he is!" then motioning to the bartender to get me another drink. Sure enough it was Bart and Karen. They'd both told me that they'd wondered where I'd run off to, and wondered if there was room for them to hang with me and to have another round or two. I nodded. Bart insisted on paying for the rounds, and wondered who I'd been rooting for in the games. His guys were already confirmed for the playoffs, so he was unconcerned. My guys had been eliminated from contention by the end of October pretty much. He'd asked me why I'd bothered watching these games, and I'd made some targeted remarks about being a fan of the sport and how these games with their lousy play were killing me, but that this and that aspect of the competition made the games both entertaining and infuriating. We'd gone into this analysis of the defenses they were running, and why the games were such a shit show at this time of year. Karen for her part just kind of laughed at us and made comments about wedding guests who continued to drib and drab into the bar as they finally acknowledged last call in the ballroom of the wedding. Finally Bart asked if I had ever played football, and I told him that I'd played through college -- well, how I'd dropped out of college then worked in a factory for a few years and then went back to a tiny college where I'd played football at 26 -- and both he and Karen were all hugs and high fives at this admission of mine. It's not like I had just won the Super Bowl, but it was cool.

Karen started to engage in the conversation more, and I tried to be discreet about checking her out. She was a very sexy brunette, maybe 5'8" tall, with big boobs, a flat tummy, wide hips, and fantastic legs. The heels she was wearing only added to her allure, well, the part of her allure that hadn't already made itself clear due to her infectious laugh and her personality overall. Bart was about my height (6'6") but he was probably close to 300lbs. He had a blonde crew cut, a huge neck, and it was absolutely obvious that his arms, shoulders, quads, and legs were HUGE. He'd grilled me about my position in college football, and it was true that I had been a tight end and a punter (a punter!!!), so he continued to give me a lot of shit about that (as one does). Back then though I was closer to 200lbs as after my breakup I'd gotten back to the gym a lot -- and had started to get into long distance running and stuff where I'd smash my own body enough to cut down on the sting of being single (and without suitable sex partners) once again. As we all talked, Bart and Karen kept whispering to one another. Finally I reached the point where I was feeling drunk and that I needed to go to bed. So, I'm one who likes to play after he has had 2 or 3 drinks, but after 2 or 3 drinks I kind of just feel sleepy and awful. I was at the awful point, and at the same time I had been disappointed that I couldn't spend more time with Bart and Karen. After I'd pulled my chair away from the bar, staggering a bit on the way, they both looked disappointed when I'd told them I was leaving. Bart and I exchanged business cards, and to my surprise Karen kissed me on the cheek, like at the region of my cheek that's near to my lips.

I felt absolutely awful when I woke up on Sunday morning, and getting to the airport was awful. The flight was awful too. The only think I'd kept thinking about was Bart and Karen. Now, after all of these years in trying seek out (and sometimes finding!) very specific sexual situations, I'd developed a pretty good radar to pick out sexual people who'd *acted* on their interests rather than people who just did it to get off. Bart and Karen had kept setting off alarms in my head, which made things worse because it had already been pounding.

I woke up late on Monday and had been drinking coffee from my desk in my home office when the first text came through. "Hey dude, it's Bart. It was awesome to meet you. We both absolutely hope to meet up with you next time you're in New York." Hmm. Bart and I ended up texting back and forth a few times, and at first I was vague. I mean, they had set off my radar, but was I wrong? With couples I would never take the first step -- unless we'd met through craigslist or one of the known internet "swingers" sites out of the gate. Finally he wrote back that he would be busy for the afternoon, and wondered if Karen could text me. I asked him if it was cool, and he sent one of those "LOL, of course I'm sure, dude" kind of texts back, and then Karen started texting me. At first it was all normal, maybe a little heavy on the emoji, but our last two texts gave me the clearest indication that they were down for at least some kind of play. First she'd asked if I'd liked what she'd been wearing (at the wedding), and naturally I'd said that it was great, and eventually she bugged me enough that I'd told her that it was HOT (which it was). Second she kept trying to pin me down on dates for when I'd be back in New York again. I didn't know, mainly because sales stuff is perpetually done at the last minute, but finally she had bugged me enough where I pushed some of my dormant New York accounts to take meetings sooner rather than later. I'd be in New York shortly after New Year's. Karen rained a ton of heart emoji down on me, and soon Bart began to text me about how he was glad that I had connected with Karen, and that they both were looking forward to our date in the near future.

One of the things I enjoy when playtime might be on the menu is when people dress up a bit. I am aware that this is my own bias, but when people arrive in sports jerseys or looking disheveled it really turns me off. I'd finished my customer meeting at 5pm on Friday, and headed out to this pub near Wall Street. I'd taken off my tie at some point, but I was still wearing my suit. I entered the pub and looked around. When Bart saw me, he made a discreet wave, and when Karen saw me she made a not-so-discreet wave. This was New York, after all, so even indiscretions never seemed to matter when they were made in public. The place was already packed since it was after working hours on a Friday, but Bart somehow motioned to a server to get us a table in a corner at the back of the pub. Cool. As I approached them, they both got large smiles on their faces. Bart shook my hand and gave me a clap on the shoulder. Karen hugged me, and again planted a kiss right near my lips.

We sat down at the table, and got some drinks right away. Bart and Karen both looked like they had come from work. Like me, Bart was wearing a suit without a tie. Karen was wearing a business suit with a skirt, and once again her legs looked amazing in her heels. I wondered, as we'd bantered back and forth and laughed and drank, if she'd unbuttoned those extra couple of buttons on her shirt, before they came to meet me at the pub. After an hour or so, I'd started to feel pleasantly buzzed, so I ordered a glass of water. Then I had to pee. Really bad. So I excused myself from the table and headed to the men's room. When I returned to the table Bart was gone. I locked eyes with Karen and could see her patting the space next to her on the booth. I gave her a questioning look, and she just nodded and pat the space next to her again. I slid into the booth, and she slid in closer to me, putting her hand on my thigh. "We know about you," she whispered in my ear, and I chuckled lightly and started to ask her what she'd meant. That's when I'd caught Bart returning to the table from the corner of my eye. I started to slide out of the booth, and he saw me, motioning that I should stay exactly where I was. He slid into the booth where I'd been sitting, and he and Karen met at the center of the table for a kiss. But of course, it was New York, so their clear obvious displays of sexuality were like nothing had happened at all. I should note that I really enjoy playing in New York for exactly this reason.

When they were done kissing, Bart simply asked if I'd be game for joining them at their place for some food and "whatever". They lived a bit outside of the city, and we'd have to catch a train, he'd told me, but he'd stressed that they'd both be up for "hanging out" some more. Karen told me that they'd be serving cucumbers and chicken for dinner, or at least something that tasted like chicken (this really happened, I swear!), and after I kind of looked at Bart with a blank face and a shrug of my shoulders, he stressed that Karen had been joking. Kind of. I agreed to go along with them, and although I had dropped my credit card on the table, Bart tossed it back at me and insisted on picking up the bill once again. We rushed to the subway and then the train, and finally we all kind of dozed off on the way to their place. I felt Bart shaking my arm when we'd reached the stop, and we all disembarked and trudged along to their house. My breath wasn't the best, so I shared some Altoids with them on the way, you know, just in case.

Karen unlocked their front door and we ended up in their kitchen. Karen asked if red wine was ok, and I nodded, so she uncorked a bottle and poured us all a glass. After the first glass she poured us each the dregs of the bottle and opened a second bottle. Bart poured us each a fresh glass, and Karen mentioned something about food. Then she excused herself. She had been gone for at least 15 minutes when Bart asked me what I'd thought of Karen. I told him in honest terms that I'd thought she was great and that he was really lucky. He upped the game, and asked me what I *really* thought of her. I knew where this was going, or at least I thought that I did, but I was demure. "You're into her, aren't you?" he asked me, pulling the lapels of my blazer closer to him. "Tell me." "Mmm," I muttered, and grabbed his lapels as well. Now we were standing face to face, and I planted the most gentle of kisses on his lips. At first he kind of tensed up and started to pull away, but we were both strong guys and I had a decent hold of him. I pulled him back towards me, and gently ran my tongue across his lips. I tried to force my tongue into his mouth, but he turned his head. His chest was heaving. Then, his arms pulled around my buns, and he pulled me back towards him. I could feel our erections knocking against one another. "There it is," I hissed. "Did you want me to tell you that I wanted to fuck Karen?" I whispered to him. "Is that what you want? Be honest, because I don't think that's exactly what you are looking for here." He embraced me full on, and brought his mouth to mine. Our lips and tongues met, and my hands probed his body, unbuttoning his blazer. At first when I'd brushed over his nipples they were soft. But that changed. I pinched one between my thumb and forefinger as he made guttural noises into my mouth. I heard a clanking of a belt as it hit the floor, and it was clear that he had dropped his pants. "Drop your pants," he told me as he broke our kiss. I did the same, and soon our cocks were dancing as we hugged and frenched. I could feel the hotness of our precum as we writhed against one another. I really wanted to taste him. He was the same length as me, but less thick. I loved the way the veins looked on his cock, and I took my time to investigate him before I took him in my mouth for the first time. I dropped to my knees, and started to suck him.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" was all he could say. I had no idea if he was going to last very long, if this was the first guy who sucked his dick, or what was going to happen that evening generally. We were interrupted by a "hey! what the FUCK! What the FUCK are you TWO FUCKERS DOING?!?!?!" I stood up with a start, my hard on dripping precum on to the tile of their kitchen floor, and some of it dribbling down my chin.

"My god, you are such a horny fucker!" she yelled out.

"Sorry," I said. "I just couldn't help myself."

"Not you, fucker," she responded back to me. "Him!"

They both laughed, and I joined in.

Then we got a look at her. Gone was the business suit. She was wearing a push up bra, and her boobs were hanging out (they were both pierced) over the wire, a garter belt and stockings, and a pair of 5" ankle strap pumps. Oh, and she wasn't wearing panties, and her mount was totally shaved. She had totally "slutted up" her makeup, and her eyes and lips really popped.

"Men!" she exclaimed. "You'd fuck an electrical outlet because 110 volts won't kill you, but it hurts so good!" She laughed again, and I we both legitimately joined into her laughter. "So?" she asked. "Our bedroom first? Or chicken nuggets? Because we have both."

We headed upstairs, and Karen was on my mouth from the jump as she stripped me naked. I frenched Bart again she she stripped him, and she looked up at us as we kissed and played with one another's nipples. On the side of their king sized bed, she got down on her knees and started alternated between sucking us and then starting taking both of us in her mouth. Bart grabbed her by the hair and started to face fuck her and she gagged. I looked at him, and he assured me that it was fine, so I did the same. She stopped for a moment and complimented my hairless nature. I told her it was for special occasions only, which brought Bart to a weird high five, which we all laughed at, and also one I had enjoyed immensely. Then Karen went back to sucking us, but took a pause to grab some lube from their nightstand. She applied a fistful in each hand, and massaged a bunch into Bart's balls and on his shaft. For me, she kind of batted her hand between my legs and I parted them a bit. At first she massaged the lube a little bit into my balls, and pulled at my scrotum and tweaked my balls, but then she moved her hand to my taint, and then to my asshole. She stopped again, and applied more lube on her fingers, then started again. Her middle finger (at least I had guessed it was) had started to play with my most sacred spot a lot, and eventually I brought my butt down to give her better access. I was really tense at first, but eventually I could feel her finger probing me. It has always been such an intense feeling, and even more so when you are playing with people you barely know. "See that?" she asked Bart. "He fucking loves it. Look at that." He just nodded his head, looked at me with a blank expression on his face, then knelt down and tried to get a better view of the show from their hard wood floor. "Oh my god. That's so hot," he kept saying over and over. It was at that moment that I knew he was going to fuck me. It was just a question of when.

Finally I'd had enough, and while I'd tried to give ample warning, Karen kept on. I sprayed load and load of cum on to the floor, and on Bart's head. When I was done, I collapsed sideways on to their bed with Karen's finger still up my chute.

"Well, shit," Karen said dejectedly. "I think he's done."

I turned my head to her, and said that I was just getting started. I swiveled my hips towards her and showed her that I was still hard. I have always been like this. Cum fast. Stay hard. Get excited for something new. Proceed.

Bart started to motion for us to change positions, and Karen didn't want to strip. That was fine by me. I love it whenever a woman doesn't want to strip completely naked during play time. She was sideways on the bed with her cock near my mouth, and Bart entered her from behind. She took me in her mouth as he had her doggy style. I enjoyed this immensely, and Bart and I would lean forward on occasion and kiss a bit. "Don't finish too quick," she implored him. "I either want it all on my face, or I want both in my pussy!"

We switched up, and finally I got my chance to enjoy her tight and hot pussy hole. By now it was completely dark outside, and I had no idea how long we had been at it. Since I was going to be on my second cum, I was able to go long and hard and the slapping of our pelvises made a great sound that echoed off the popcorn ceiling of their bedroom.

"I'm getting close, ah fuck," we heard Bart say, and Karen stopped everything. She motioned for me to get on my back on the bed, and then got on top of me and guided my cock into her pussy. Then Bart straddled my legs and got his cock into her pussy as well. He controlled the pace and was doing a great job. And then it happened. He came in her, and when I felt his warmth, I came in her as well. We all collapsed, and with our positioning he was able to kiss her, but I kind of rested my head on the pillow and waited for further instructions.

When we all decoupled Bart kind of rolled over on his side of the bed, or at least the side he had staked out, and promptly fell asleep. Karen and I started a chat, and she started in with the afterglow chatter right away, like how she was finally happy to see Bart experience his true feelings, how they were glad that I was amenable to coming out and having a nice time, and if I would be interested in meeting up with them again, etc. I was somewhat subdued about how much I had enjoyed things, but Karen probably understood where I was coming from, and soon I was hard again. She told me that she wanted me to fuck her, and to make her cum. I asked if it would be OK with Brad, and she assured me that it was and would be.

She got on top of my, and I loved how her ample tits smacked me in the face as we fucked. Bart didn't even stir. Finally she tensed up and drowned me in her cum. We both fell asleep.

When I woke up it was dusk and both Karen and Bart were whispering. I must have muttered something because they both had started talking to me.

Karen was completely nude finally, and Bart had nudged me into a doggy style type of position, but instead of Bart getting on top of me, it was Karen. It started with fingers and more lube, and then I could feel the pressure of something entering my more precious spot. "Uhhhhhhhhh," I grunted, and looked backwards between my legs. Sure enough she was fucking me with a strap on, and I loved it. Soon, she pulled out, and Bart tapped my shoulder, and whispered in my ear, asking if it would "be OK?" I simply nodded, and he entered me. It was extremely painful, but I was hard and willing, and soon I started to shoot jets of cum on to their bedspread. When Karen told me about how much cum I'd spilled, Bart lost his composure and came in me as well.

Amazing experience, and we had four other repeats. I freaked out at first when Bart told me that Karen was pregnant and that they were stopping play, but he kindly assured me that it was by design and that it was definitely going to be theirs.

Keep the faith, everyone. Be kind, be open, and enjoy these experiences as they cum to us. ;-)

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