Bi-Sexual Male / 42
My wife of three years, Carla is twelve years younger than me, she's also a stunningly beautiful woman. The real reason I suppose she's with me is I've been very successful in the business I own. It's certainly not for the five inch occk i've got.
For a while I'd suspected her of having an affair, but up until March this year I couldn't prove anything. I sought of knew why and in a realistic way accepted she would cheat on me, especially if the guy had a large cock.
Because of my small size, I asked once If she had the chance to have sex with a guy with a big cock would she. Her answer was very cute, she said "Only if it made you happy, I might".
The meeting I had in France had been cancelled, I got back into the car at the airport and was driven home. It appeared to be a whole morning wasted. I knew our garden wasn't due to be done as it had been attended to two days earlier, so seeing the van outside on the drive was unusual. As was seeing our bedroom curtains closed at that time of day.
There was no catching them "at it" as such. I knew straight away when I opened the door Carla was fucking someone. Her gutteral voice telling the guy to fuck her harder was quite clear. Sitting in the lounge I waited for them to finish.
Carla's face was something I will never forget, when she and our gardener walked into the lounge. He hadn't even bothered to get dressed properly, leaving his t-shirt off. I sat and listened to their excuses for probably more than I should have, because I already knew what I wanted from the situation.
Part of the reason I was going to France, was whilst I was there, I was going to visit a male friend of mine. He and I go back a long way and it was through his contacts, I made my fortune. Carla was always a front to secure more business, as it looks infinately better to have a beautiful woman on your arm when doing busness. It also helps to open certain doors when you're married.
My male French friend and I, have been having sex together for over twenty years. We always get together when I'm over in France, usually eight or nine times a year. He's very much the top and I adore how he fucks me. He's not my only bisexual in his case, or gay partner. I have a friend who lives in London too, who I more frequently get fucked by. He's not refined at all and loves to pound my tight little arse, unlike my french lover who takes his time to sex me with his large Galic cock.
The situation couldn't have been clearer for me. It was time to come out of the closet and reveal my true self to Carla, and bag a potential sexual oportunity. I waited until she and he had finished speaking and told them.
The divorce with Carla, his lucrative gardening contract finished, not just at our house but at all my friends who I'd recommended him to and his wife told of his adultery.
All this would NOT be happening if I shared the bed with them the following day. They looked at each other then back at me. When I added I'd been having gay sex since I was in my late teens Carla laughed, but not a belly laugh, a nervous our marriage might be over laugh.
Sucking his cock to get it good and hard for Carla, was the start of a great afternoon. He didn't fuck me then, and it took him time to realise I wasn't going to pounce on him, when he began to fuck Carla with his extremely impressive cock.
Our garden has never looked better. Carla and I have become almost like best friends. The sex between us has even increased, other than the times her and my new male gardening friend get it on together. I have taken his cock up my arse, but alas he was never going to enjoy it, so as far as our sexual times together, I tend to watch them fuck sometimes, but not always, and then make sure his dick gets well and truely sucked clean of Carla's juices afterwards. A small price to pay for him and Carla and I get to enjoy myself too.
For a while I'd suspected her of having an affair, but up until March this year I couldn't prove anything. I sought of knew why and in a realistic way accepted she would cheat on me, especially if the guy had a large cock.
Because of my small size, I asked once If she had the chance to have sex with a guy with a big cock would she. Her answer was very cute, she said "Only if it made you happy, I might".
The meeting I had in France had been cancelled, I got back into the car at the airport and was driven home. It appeared to be a whole morning wasted. I knew our garden wasn't due to be done as it had been attended to two days earlier, so seeing the van outside on the drive was unusual. As was seeing our bedroom curtains closed at that time of day.
There was no catching them "at it" as such. I knew straight away when I opened the door Carla was fucking someone. Her gutteral voice telling the guy to fuck her harder was quite clear. Sitting in the lounge I waited for them to finish.
Carla's face was something I will never forget, when she and our gardener walked into the lounge. He hadn't even bothered to get dressed properly, leaving his t-shirt off. I sat and listened to their excuses for probably more than I should have, because I already knew what I wanted from the situation.
Part of the reason I was going to France, was whilst I was there, I was going to visit a male friend of mine. He and I go back a long way and it was through his contacts, I made my fortune. Carla was always a front to secure more business, as it looks infinately better to have a beautiful woman on your arm when doing busness. It also helps to open certain doors when you're married.
My male French friend and I, have been having sex together for over twenty years. We always get together when I'm over in France, usually eight or nine times a year. He's very much the top and I adore how he fucks me. He's not my only bisexual in his case, or gay partner. I have a friend who lives in London too, who I more frequently get fucked by. He's not refined at all and loves to pound my tight little arse, unlike my french lover who takes his time to sex me with his large Galic cock.
The situation couldn't have been clearer for me. It was time to come out of the closet and reveal my true self to Carla, and bag a potential sexual oportunity. I waited until she and he had finished speaking and told them.
The divorce with Carla, his lucrative gardening contract finished, not just at our house but at all my friends who I'd recommended him to and his wife told of his adultery.
All this would NOT be happening if I shared the bed with them the following day. They looked at each other then back at me. When I added I'd been having gay sex since I was in my late teens Carla laughed, but not a belly laugh, a nervous our marriage might be over laugh.
Sucking his cock to get it good and hard for Carla, was the start of a great afternoon. He didn't fuck me then, and it took him time to realise I wasn't going to pounce on him, when he began to fuck Carla with his extremely impressive cock.
Our garden has never looked better. Carla and I have become almost like best friends. The sex between us has even increased, other than the times her and my new male gardening friend get it on together. I have taken his cock up my arse, but alas he was never going to enjoy it, so as far as our sexual times together, I tend to watch them fuck sometimes, but not always, and then make sure his dick gets well and truely sucked clean of Carla's juices afterwards. A small price to pay for him and Carla and I get to enjoy myself too.
