Clive - Sex Stories

Clive

Ruth and I had dreamed of this day for months. We had exchanged emails with dozens of men who replied to our contact ad. We had met three for coffee and a chat about our the very specific scenario we wanted. We selected one, Clive. And now here he and I were, sat silent and naked on straight backed chairs, waiting for her to put the finishing touches to her makeup.

I wanted to speak but our dream was that only Ruth would talk until we were finished. And here she came, wearing nothing but creamy silk hold ups and heels, the shock of ginger curls between her legs trimmed and shaved, leaving her pink labia exposed.

She paused for a moment, basking in Clive's admiring stare, then turning to me she said,

"My Love, I want you to make Clive ready for me."

I knelt before him and he parted his legs allowing me to get close to his half erect cock. I took it in my hand and watched it grow for a moment before pressing my puckered lips to his swelling glans and kissing it. Then drawing back the foreskin, I popped it into my mouth and sucked him into full erection.

This wasn't my first cock but I had refrained from bisexual encounters in the five years which Ruth and I had been together. I told her early on, perhaps two or three months into our relationship that I was bisexual. It shocked her, hurt her, even. She was confused, worried that it somehow meant that I could never love her, that she could never trust me not to stray. But I reassured her that it was something of my ...

... past and that with her I didn't want anyone else, woman or man.

It was several months later that she had raised the subject of my bisexuality, at first asking about who my male lovers had been and how I met them but soon keen to hear what we had done together. I told her everything. I had never spoken of any of it to anyone and it felt good. It turned her on. It turned me on. It led, eventually, to me kneeling with Clive's cock in my mouth while she stood alongside, watching, encouraging me.

"That's it my love...suck it...make him hard for me...such a beautiful cock...now his balls, lick them...can you put them in your mouth?...oh my God, you can...you rude man...I want it...I want to taste it...stand up now."

I stood as she asked and she kissed me, her tongue wriggling over and around mine.

"Oh God", she exclaimed breathlessly, "your mouth tastes of his cock! Now it's my turn and I want you to make me ready".

Ruth bent over, long stockinged legs wide, hands on Clive's thighs, she took his length into her mouth and bobbed up and down, slavering on it.

I knelt behind her now, parted her buttocks, pressed my face between them and worked my tongue on her anus, first licking, spreading saliva over it, then probing, deeper and deeper, delving into her musky hole till she said,

"I'm ready" and stood up, drawing me to my feet. We kissed again and she moaned.

"Mmm, the taste of his cock and my arse, all mixed up in your mouth, just as we said it would be. I'm ...