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24 Hours with a Hot Bi Couple

This is a true story about me, Rick, and Maura. Names have been changed for the obvious reasons.

I came across their ad on SLS a few times when I was looking for bi couples who lived in their geographic area. You see, I used to travel a lot for work, and the stressful nature of my job oftentimes led me down the road of hyper sexuality when I had time to myself, usually sitting in my hotel room by my lonesome. I would frequently try to find bi couples on SLS who were located in the big cities that were a part of my sales territory. Sometimes I met up with people, but most of the time I might have a meet and greet, but without sexual release in the end. My own self pleasure took me down the road of (self) anal stimulation -- I would wear thigh high stockings and some really expensive stiletto heels -- as I mercilessly fucked myself with a huge dildo and/or I rode the same huge dildo until I had intense climaxes time after time after amazing time.

Their ad was clear that they were not interested in single males, and that single males who reached out would be blocked immediately. So imagine my surprise that they suddenly looked at my ad 6 weeks after I first looked at theirs. I debated about what to do with this, but finally decided to reach out and send a message. I told them that read their ad, that I knew that single guys would be blocked, and I apologized for any inconvenience or misunderstandings.

To my surprise, the husband got back to me, and not only was he super nice, but we hit it off immediately. He was smart and funny, and he wrote really clearly and well. It's not that I expect people to write like Hemingway or whatever, but it's nice when potential sex partners communicate well in written form. That's the first thing that the draws me in, and he most certainly did. I admit it. I'm hot for people who write clearly, and share their sexy thoughts with me, and are solicitous about my deepest sexual thoughts and feelings. And following the couples' lead (I *love* bisexual couples and prefer to be their third) I want to understand what they want as well. I tend to be submissive with couples, and want to be a pleaser.

Next thing I knew he told me that both he and his wife found my pictures to be very attractive (all of my pictures on SLS were g-rated) and that they fantasized (while they fucked) about being with a smart, attractive bi guy like me when they visited my small city in 6 weeks. We took our correspondence to another messaging platform, and he kept sending more and more explicit photos of his wife at first. Her body was spectacular, like 5-alarm fire spectacular. And as I provided feedback (he told me to be as explicit as possible) he kept sending more. Then he asked if I wanted to see pictures of him in action. He was tall and fit just like me, and I told him to go ahead and share. He shared a bunch of pictures of himself going down on other guys, and of both fucking other guys and getting fucked himself. I came in my pants, without touching myself, after the first four-hour session of witnessing the depravity of it all. Now, usually, if I have a bad/naughty idea sexually, and I edge and edge all day long, then I finally cum -- well, if I feel bad that I've gotten so naughty, I won't revisit the same idea. But that time around, I wanted it even more. I really wanted it to happen.

Four days into our correspondence he asked me flatly if I'd ever been fucked by another guy. I told him that I was an anal virgin, but that I had started having these incredibly pleasurable orgasms during self pleasure with a dildo, while wearing thigh high stockings and these really expensive stiletto heels. I told him that I wanted to experience the real thing and that I was really curious about it. I thought that was going to turn him off. It did the opposite, to my surprise. Both he and his wife liked androgyny and his wife would peg him while he was wearing stockings and heels. He told me how excited his wife and he were about taking my anal virginity on top of everything else. He recommended that I go on PREP, as he was also on PREP, and I did so immediately. Plus they wanted to see and share clean STI tests before any play, because they preferred to go bare (as do/did I).

They confirmed a date when they'd be in my small city, and we kept going back and forth, with each set of messages being more explicit than the last. I kept working out really hard because I wanted to reshape the rest of my physical being to be as ripped as it could be before we met in real life, well, should they actually be real people and should things actually happen at all.

And finally it happened, they set a date for a meet and greet. Sometimes, they stressed, they would play on a first date. Other times, they'd make a separate play date. It was all about chemistry for them. Still, they wanted to see very little body hair, if none at all. So I treated myself to a total wax job, and made sure that my legs were shaved smooth and clean as well. Plus they said that our "play uniforms" would be comprised of nothing more than high heels and thigh high stockings. My hands were shaking as I put my favorite thigh highs and stiletto heels (oh yeah and my clean STI test) in my backpack before joining them for lunch on that Friday. I thought that we were going to play on that Friday, that Saturday was their family event, and that Sunday they would be headed home. I was wrong on all counts.

I recognized them immediately when I entered the restaurant for lunch on that Friday. They stood up to greet me. She was just stunning. Her tight, white sundress with ample cleavage (she clearly wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were straining the fabric of the dress) and peep-toe white, slingback heels were a nice finishing touch. He was dressed nicely in a suit, sans tie, as was I, and he was massively handsome. We had the initial greetings then the server appeared, so we ordered some apps and wine. The conversation was not like I expected it to be. It was all serious like the wife talking about the perils of childhood leukemia and hunger in third world nations. We did laugh a little bit (not about childhood leukemia nor hunger in third world nations), but in the end I felt that I didn't hit the mark -- even though we shared our STI tests and everybody was clean. So I felt somewhat defeated after we hugged and I departed the restaurant. But little did I know...

I kept my cellphone charged outside of my bedroom. So when I hit the kitchen for coffee on Sunday morning, my chat app kept buzzing. They wanted to have me over for brunch at their airbnb, and they wanted me to bring "my things" (thigh highs and stiletto heels). They asked if I could get there by 11am, and sent me the address. It was 8:30am and I told them that I could do 11am. After finishing my coffee and taking care of other things, I brushed my teeth then hit the shower, where I shaved my legs again and touched up any areas where waxing had worn off only slightly. I was rock hard the whole time, but I didn't jerk off (Rick told me repeatedly that they both loved cum and loved to cum repeatedly themselves). Was I going to fuck and be fucked on that Sunday? I was about to find out.

They'd rented this loft apartment in the city square of my city. It was a large loft with brick and hardwood floors, and ample windows adorned the whole place. I rang the bell and after voice verifying they buzzed me up into the loft. They were both wearing robes, and they recommended that I use the guest bathroom to change as they changed into their "proper attire" for the event. My legs became wobbly and I thought that I was going to pass out as I disrobed in front of the mirror, making sure that my thigh high stockings, with the seam in the back, where "just so" before putting on my heels. I loved the way that the rips in my calves looked, after I put on my heels, as I took a look at myself in the bathroom mirroe. Precum kept pouring out of me, thudding the ceramic tiled floor of the bathroom. I applied some lipstick, for good measure, before reappearing in the main room. And there they both stood, dressed a lot like me.

Rick was wearing clear thigh highs with black 4" stiletto heels. Maura was wearing black thigh highs with 5" black stiletto heels. I was wearing black thigh highs with 4" black stiletto heels. My hardness was clearly on display, precum still pouring out of me, as I approached them. The king-sized bed was near the front windows of the loft, and they stood at the foot of it. They both saw me and smiled. God, they both looked *so hot*. They both asked me to strut back and forth across the loft. I had been practicing walking in heels for years, and had frequently filmed myself walking in heels -- so that I didn't look like a linebacker who was wearing heels. I got my strut in gear and my hips were swinging as I strutted to and fro. I did my best, but my rock hardness and precum was starting to fall on to my thigh high stockings.

I just kept strutting back and forth until they told me to stop, and motioned that I should approach them at the foot of the king-sized bed. That's when we first embraced, and we kept alternating who was kissing who (I LOVE KISSING OTHER MEN, AS DID RICK). Nipple play. Check. Frenching. Check. Hands on cocks. Check. What we agreed to during our highly graphic messages ahead of time was "no means no" but that people would do what they wanted -- instead of asking for permission. I get the manners behind asking for permission, but at the same time, asking for permission is also kind of a buzzkill around sexual exploration and excitement. Rick and I came for the first time, as we frenched, as Maura lay on the floor, fingering both of our assholes and alternating between blowing us. Maura literally licked all of the cum off the hardwood floors before we all kissed with our discarded cum on her tongue. But things were just starting to get warmed up!

Maura patted the bed after she sat down on it, with her legs spread. Rick and I alternated between going down on her, and kissing each other. Then the spitroasting occurred. We just kept changing positions, totally fluidly, before Rick announced that he was going to cum in Maura's pussy. Rick knew how much that I liked to take seconds, so after he finished in her, I took her doggy and with his encouragement (his flaccid cock rested on my ass crack as he reached around to tweak my nipples repeatedly whilst kissing and licking my neck while breathing his encouragement in my ear) before I came in Maura. Rick and I both then lapped our cum out of her pussy and we shared a bunch of three-way kisses where we intermingled our own cum.

We all laid on the bed, the curtains of the loft not drawn, so anybody at an equal building level across the street could see our nakedness and kinkiness, as we regrouped. They wanted me to be the "star" in the next session. Between kissing me and offering encouragement, Maura got me hard enough that I ended up fucking Rick for the first time. Only this time, she adorned a strap on and gently entered my most tender of entrances as she implored me to cum inside of Rick. She kept aggressively pinching my nipples from behind, and whispering in my ear about how hot this all was and that she wanted me, so badly, to breed her husband. Finally I'd had enough and unleashed a rope inside of Rick. He felt it, and no matter how I kept jerking him as I took him from behind, as soon as I laid my seed in him -- he shot a huge load on the bedsheets. Maura licked that one up as well, sharing a cummy kiss with me in the process.

We took a break after that, all of us naked except for our thigh highs and heels, and had some wine and snacks. But then I knew it was time for me to be fucked by Rick. One of the odd things about my previous anal stimulation was that I could be completely soft and suddenly I would produce these huge loads as I rode my dildo. My body was defying me. I didn't quite get it, but at the same time it was extremely hot.

So when Rick took me doggy, my flaccid 6" penis moved in a circular motion underneath of me, completely useless, and by the time I felt his hot load inside of me and I came, I was still soft as a feather. I felt kind of bad about this, no matter how much Maura tried to get me hard in the process with her hands and mouth.

We ordered a pizza and just hung out for a bit. Eventually they asked me to sleep over. Rick and Maura got me hard in the middle of the night and we all fucked again. Only Maura came, and that was excellent. Rick and I were just enjoying the afterglow.

The next morning we had some coffee, all of us just in the buff, before it started *again*. That time around my body responded as I rode Rick whilst sitting on the end of the bed. I managed to sustain an erection, Maura blowing me the whole time as he fucked me, and when I came, hands free, barely any cum came out, it was mostly clear, and it was painful because my body seemed finally empty of any cum, before I shot these unexpected two blobs of cloudy and white cum that hit the hardwood floor with authority.

We all brushed our teeth before deciding to shower together. We all played a bit, but I think that we were all cummed out. I met up with them several times at their home in New Jersey, but eventually it all kind of petered out. I think that we had nothing left to discover or explore. Still, what a great and unexpected sexual foray. Like I said, it still puts a smile on my face 11 years later.