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First Time With A Bi Couple, Part 2

I had just run home from Carol and Jim's where I had not only my first taste of a threesome with a married couple, but also my first ever sexual experience with another man -- before freaking out and leaving in a rush. My heart was racing, my breathing was labored, and my knees felt rubbery and weak. Every time I breathed I picked up the scent of cum. What had I just done? Why did I do it?

I decided to brush my teeth and take a shower. Maybe that would make the feelings of guilt go away. Instead, I was on sensory overload. At 18 years of age, I wondered if I was going to have to dial 911 to call the paramedics. The toothbrush felt terrible in my mouth, like every bristle was attacking my teeth and gums. The mouthwash felt like acid was burning my throat as I gargled. Every drop of water in the shower felt like it was piercing my skin. My legs were visibly shaking and I had to steady myself as I stepped out of the tub.

Even my bed felt like a bed of nails. The only way that I could get comfortable was to strip naked and lay flat on it without pillows or covers or anything. Carol and Jim returned to me in my dreams; only what my subconscious concocted was even more graphic than what had taken place a few short hours before. Jim and I were taking turns on Carol before Carol told me how thrilling it would be if I let Jim have intercourse with me (she said, "make love to me") while she watched my precious first time with her husband. I had just gotten on all fours and Carol was beneath me, my cock in her mouth. Before she took me into her mouth she told me to pleasure her clit with my young tongue. Jim lubed me up with his fingers, putting a finger inside of me a few times, before he entered me for the first time while massaging my back and shoulders, offering words of encouragement after he bottomed out inside of me for the first time. And that's when I lost it. I had a wet dream, cum shooting out of me, landing on my chest and hitting my face. I awoke with a start and again the guilt started setting in, well, along with these feelings that I missed a great opportunity with Carol and Jim -- because I was afraid of what would happen if I continued.

I went to the bathroom to wipe myself off, and my god what a load of cum I had produced, even though I had delivered a significant payload earlier. After I was finished wiping myself off and used a washcloth to get the excess sticky stuff off, I couldn't fall back to sleep. Then I remembered that I had 2-3 joints left -- that I'd hidden in a place that my parents would never find them. Pot for me is not something that I enjoy with frequency, but boy can it be a stress reliever. During my first year of an engineering curriculum I used it here and there to de-stress. I decided to hit the back porch, completely nude, and lit up the joint. I tried to suppress my coughing because Carol and Jim lived a few short feet away, and of course the smell of pot is unmistakable. A gentle feeling of highness took me over, and next thing I know I'm playing with my nipples and jerking myself off, cumming for the third time in so many hours. And that's when I decided that I wanted to go through with it again, that is if Carol and Jim would have me, and push myself as far as my mind and body would let me. The thought of it all excited me. They excited me. I forced myself into thinking that I'd get over the guilt, because it was just pleasure after all. I finally finished up and went to bed, sleeping like a baby for the next 6 or so hours.

The ringing phone next to my bed is what woke me up. It was Carol on the other end, and she was as sweet as ever, calling me "sweetie" over and over, and asking me if I was okay. Then she asked if I could come over, stating that she and Jim just wanted to talk. I told her that I needed some coffee and a shower and that I'd be over in an hour or so.

It was right after noon when I arrived at their doorstep. Jim gave me a big smile and invited me into their house. They were both impeccably dressed. Jim was wearing nice shoes, dress pants, and a pressed collared shirt. Carol was wearing a silky blouse (with that extra button unbuttoned), a short skirt with a small slit down the side, and some of her (in)famous 4" stiletto heels. I didn't know if it was a push-up bra or whatever, but Carol's cleavage was incredibly pronounced. And everything that she was wearing was tight. And there I was, wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers.

They offered me some white wine and asked for me to sit down. I was feeling a bit pensive at the time, you know with the bisexual elephants in the room and all, but we chatted about "normal" things and we laughed a lot -- before Carol asked how I felt about the previous day. She reminded me to be brutally honest.

I relayed everything about what took place after I left their house the previous night, including the dream, well, leaving the part out about Jim having intercourse with me for the first time. They just kept nodding and smiling, offering reassuring comments along the way. And spilled my guts, I did. Boy, did I.

After I was done filling them in with all of the details, they asked if they could tell me about their lifestyle, and told me that I could ask any questions along the way. They stressed that this would all remain in confidence because "only special people like us" could understand it. They were swingers and had been doing it for at least a decade, after their last kid left the house. They called it the "lifestyle" which was a term that I had never heard before. Some would say that their tales of wife swapping and threesomes and Carol dating other women were lurid. I thought that these stories were fascinating. And thrilling. Oh, and they both had a passion for training young men, of legal age (typically those who were in college) about how "beautiful" open sexual relationships could be.

I just sat and listened and asked questions. But the punch line was what floored me. They asked if I would be interested in trying it again, experimenting a bit, and being their boyfriend for the remainder of my summer break at home, then maybe again when I was visiting my parents -- should we want to continue our dating relationship. They explained that they preferred to direct the activities, but that no meant no -- and they would stop any activity that was I was not comfortable with and vice versa.

I almost jumped out of their recliner with excitement, but instead I thanked them for being honest and apologized again for how I freaked out the previous night. Once again, they dismissed my apology, reiterating that it was perfectly natural to be apprehensive when enjoying new forms of sexual pleasure. I told them that I would be excited to try again but that I didn't know how to start. They reassured me that they would lead the way and that we would all find pleasure as we continued to explore together. That's when Carol excused herself and disappeared down the hall. Jim, he of usually few words, had beaming eyes, and I suppose that after some wine he found himself being quite talkative. He continued to be reaffirming and positive. The warmth that the wine was bringing to my body along with their reassurances and positive approach to seducing me. And that was a good thing, because it was about to happen... again.

Carol had been gone for quite a bit, easily 30 minutes. The air had this thickness as if *something* was going to happen. And boy, was it about to. Carol called Jim from up the hall, and he excused himself to their bedroom. I heard whispering back and forth but couldn't make out the words. Jim reappeared in the living room a few minutes later, taking me by the land, and leading me down the hall towards his bedroom. His only words were, "I think that you're really going to like this."

I stopped dead in my tracks when I entered their bedroom. The shades and blinds were drawn, such that it was pretty dark in the room save for 3 candles. And there stood Carol. She was wearing this black, see-through robe, her heels, and these tiny black panties. As she spun around for our view, I saw that they had no back. Oh my god, she was wearing a g-string. I vaguely remembering seeing g-strings in the window of Frederick's of Hollywood at our local shopping mall. Frederick's was always tucked away in some back corner of any mall, and my shy eyes never took enough time to get a focus on the depth of the sexy stuff that they sold. Yet here stood Carol in a sexy state of undress, wearing that g-string garment of my desires.

What transpired is something that I will never forget. Carol and Jim started undressing me, like it was the most natural thing in the world. We all kissed and fondled each other. She wanted to watch me undress Jim, which I did. Then Carol, wearing nothing but her heels, asked if I would like to "kiss" Jim's cock for the first time. My heart was beating through my chest, and my legs were visibly shaking again. Precum was pouring out of me like it always did. Carol and I sat on the edge of their marital bed, and when she guided Jim's cock to my lips for the first time, it was one of the most thrilling things that I ever experienced. Jim took a deep breath and slowly he guided his cock into my mouth. I choked a few times, but Carol kept whispering in my ear, kept encouraging me, coaching me. I still have a terrible gag reflex, but if I close my eyes and concentrate/relax while sucking a cock, it'll slip all the way in. Periodically she would have me disengage as she gave pointers on how to properly suck a dick. She was really good at it (as was Jim), so who was I to complain? Carol kept asking Jim if I was doing right by him, and eventually he said that I was turning into a great, cock sucking, young man, and that he couldn't wait for me to get better at it -- and that he wanted me to do it over and over to him.

Carol and me blowing Jim went on for some time, but eventually Carol took the lead. She tapped my shoulder again and I disengaged from Jim's cock. She laid on the bed flat on her back, still wearing her heels, lifted and spread her legs wide -- then motioned for me to come to the head of the bed. "I want to suck your cock while Jim fucks me," she said bluntly. I brought my hips closer to her mouth, and she moaned when Jim entered her for the first time. My cock, when it missed its mark was jutting against her cheeks. Jim suggested that I get in a better position because, "Carol really likes it when a young man fucks her mouth properly." Jim continued fucking Carol with slow and deliberate strokes. You could easily hear their bodies slapping together as he bottomed out in her. I didn't know how long I was going to last. Certainly, I felt that was probably empty after all the cumming from the previous day, but this was all new. And I was loving it. Jim suggested that I should play with Carol's clit as he was fucking her and her mouth was being fucked by me. Periodically Jim would pull out and tap his cock on my hand. I would give him a couple of pumps with my fist before he entered her again.

Jim had sweat pouring from his forehead when he asked me to switch with him. I positioned myself between Carol's legs, and entered her for the first time. She grabbed my elbows with her fists, exclaiming, "MY GOD, HE'S SO THICK." And it's true that I'm of average length, but with this thickness that I used to feel super self conscious about. Jim pumped Carol's mouth a few times, but mainly he watched me fuck his wife. They kept whispering to each other. Carol motioned for me to come towards her mouth, and we frenched a lot. She kept whispering in my ear, and while I was able to control myself (from cumming) a lot better than I thought during my first threesome with intercourse, I totally lost it when she told me that, "when you're ready, sweetie, I would love to feel your young cum in my pussy." And then I kept cumming and cumming and cumming, whimpering a lot because of the extreme pleasure, before collapsing on her chest. Eventually, I went soft and plopped out of her, before she patted the bed next to her, and I laid down a bit to relax. We didn't say a word, my chest still heaving, before Jim got back in between her legs and started fucking Carol again.

Jim didn't last long. And he let out a Viking-like grunt of pleasure as he too came inside of Carol. I just couldn't believe any of this, much less when Carol asked me to clean her up with my tongue. I had never heard of creampies or anything like that. That slang was foreign to my vocabulary. But I took her lead and caught load after load on my tongue. I started to feel a bit nauseous, as my mouth was filled with a ton of sticky cum, so I took a deep breath -- and swallowed it all. Carol motioned for me again, and we kissed. Jim and I kissed. Carol was basically like, "where's all the cum?" And I got a sheepish look on my face. "Oh, he swallowed it all. Good job, sweetie."

Jim excused himself from their bedroom, closing the door behind him. Carol and I cuddled in their marital bed. She finally kicked of her heels, tracing my chest hair with her index finger, breathing deeply into my chest, periodically taking a break to lick and nibble on my nipples. I was suddenly hard again, as it nothing had happened over the past amount of time. Carol straddled me and put me inside of her. Initially I grabbed her by the hips and started pounding her, but she slowed my roll. Instead, she wanted to fuck me slowly as we had a chat. She kept telling me all of the dirty (and exciting) things that she and Jim wanted to do with me over the coming days, that is, if I was willing. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and came inside of her again. She thanked me again for my young seed, and asked if Monday was a workday.

It was. So she told me to let myself in at 6pm.

This was amazing, and it only got kinkier and more exciting from there.