"You know," she said. "Two men… making it together. Touching each other… each other's cocks. Maybe sucking each other off. Or fucking each other up the ass… It's exciting to think about it… exciting to imagine it."
"No it's not," I said. I said the words in a practiced manner, the way all men put down anything the least bit sexual with another man. I was defending my masculinity.
"It's disgusting," I added after a moment.
"It's exciting," Patti insisted. "For me, at least."
"Well, not for me."
A strange stirring swelled in my loins. The thought was a disturbing one, yet I found myself reacting to it nonetheless. I tried to push the thought from my mind, and tried to attribute the reaction to Patti's hands. But I knew I was lying to myself.
"But I'd bet you would find two women together exciting," Patti said. "Wouldn't you?"
"Of course," I said. "But that's different…"
"No it's not!"
"How would you feel," I asked, "if I wanted to watch you make it with another woman? How would you feel about it then?"
She considered the idea for a moment, working her fingers in and out of her body, moving her fist up and down the length of my aroused cock.
"I think I'd enjoy it," she finally said.
I actually felt a surge of sexuality ripple down my cock at her admission.
"I think I'd enjoy sucking a woman's cunt," Patti said. Her voice was still filled with the same distracted quality, and for a moment I had the impression that she was actually doing it in her mind.
"Or having her suck mine," she continued. "Stick my tongue into her pussy… lick her clit… suck on her tits… yes… I'm rather sure I would enjoy it."
"You would?" I asked. My cock was hard again, and I wanted to cum again. My mind was filled with all kinds of crazy sexual pictures of Patti with another woman… even with another man. My cock and mind accepted it; only my masculinity was wary.
"Fix it up for me?" Patti asked. "Please, Allen… get me a woman…"
"Sure," I said. My mouth was dry, and I was surprised at how softly the word slipped out. I was whispering.
"Then you!" Patti said; she too was whispering. "You and a man. I want to see a man sucking your cock!"
"But…"
"Please, Allen! Please! No one would know! Just me and you. I'd never tell… I'd never think anything bad about you for doing it…"
"Patti… I…"
Her hand was working feverishly against my cock.
"Please, Allen!" she pleaded. "Oh, God! The idea's going to drive me out of my mind it's so exciting! I'm going to cum just thinking about it!"
I looked at her cunt: she had two fingers buried inside her hole.
"Please," she said, squeezing my cock.
My mouth was dry. I was excited by the thought, yet repulsed at the same time. I'd never done anything with a man; I'd always been overly cautious – perhaps afraid – of anything like that. But why did I find it exciting? Forbidden, but exciting!
"You can cum in my mouth!" Patti said. "If you promise to do it for me, I'll let you cum in my mouth… I'll even swallow it!"
"Christ!" I said. Patti's words smashed into me like hard, living things. I couldn't believe my ears. She was offering me the one thing that she would never do for me. She had always enjoyed sucking me off, but she had halted at my cuming in her mouth. It had always been the one freedom she had denied me. I had coaxed her, argued with her, pleaded with her for that sexual privilege, but she had never given in to me.
But now she was offering it to me! Allowing me to not only cum in her mouth, but offering to swallow my cum, my sperm, if I did what she wanted!
"I'll do it now!" Patti said. "Right now!"
She put her face down in my crotch and began to suck my cock.
"Say you'll do it," she said, pulling her face away, tempting me with her sample suck.
"All right," I agreed. "I'll do it."
The thought excited me and I was filled with the burning need to cum. The temptation of Patti's mouth was but a small part of my excitement, I knew. The repulsive fascination of what I had agreed to do, coupled with the strange, new sexual being that had become my wife Patti, had worked together to build my passion to such an intense peak that rationality no long entered my thoughts. Al! I knew was that it was exciting me, and I needed to cum; needed to cum right now!
"You promise!" Patti said. "You won't go back, on your word?"
"No," I said. "No!"
My cock needed her mouth: it sought the wetness of her tongue and the depths of her throat. I pushed her head towards my crotch and my erect cock. I pushed her face down upon my shaft, around my cock with her wet mouth.
"I'll do it," I said, feeling her lick at my passion. I could feel myself beginning to cum. "I'll do it!"
Yesterday, when I had been cuming, it had seemed like a good idea; an exciting idea. Now today, as I waited for what I had agreed to do, I could feel myself filling with self-doubt. My stomach felt uneasy, and there was a strange anxiety in my muscles.
The door bell rang, and I jumped.
"Get it, Allen!" Patti said from the bedroom. "I'm putting on my make-up!"
Shit! I thought. She had to arrange it so that I'd be alone with him. Why couldn't she be ready when he got here? Why did I have to be alone…
The door bell rang again.
"Coming!" I called out to the bell.
I hesitated a moment and then opened the door. Brian Bennett was standing there.
"Hello, Allen!" he said. His voice had that lush singing quality that one usually associated with a homosexual. "I'm so pleased to finally meet you!"
We, shook hands, and I muttered something inane. His handshake was surprisingly firm.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked.
He stepped into the hallway, and I allowed my eyes to sweep rapidly across him. He was tall and thin, with fairly long blond hair. He had blue eyes, and a sensitive, handsome face. If I hadn't known that he was gay, I might have mistaken him for an athlete. He looked somewhat like a Swedish skier or something. The only trace of femininity was a shoulder bag he had slung over his shoulder. But even that was questionable, and it looked more like an army issue ammunition pouch. The rest of his clothing was mod, with tight-fitting pants and an open shirt, revealing most of his chest. Several platinum hairs curled up from his chest.
"Not just yet," he said. "Maybe later."
He walked into the living room.
"What a lovely apartment," he said.
"Thank you," I muttered.
"Where is Patti?" he asked. He sat himself down in the couch and crossed his knees.
I hate people who use the first names of people they have never met. They seem so pushy. They just slide into a situation and begin calling everyone by his first name.
"She'll be with us in a moment," I said. I purposely didn't use Patti's name.
He smiled at me, and I think I asked him again whether he wanted a drink.
"You know, Allen," Brian said, "I didn't think you were ever going to call me after that first time I answered your ad."
"Really?" I said. I sat in a chair across from the couch. "Why not?"
"You didn't sound like the type who might be interested in this kind of sex. You sounded pretty straight, if you know what I mean. I guess I was wrong about you."
"Actually," I said, "this whole thing is Patti's idea."
"That's not unusual," he said. "You would be surprised at the number of women who are responsible for things like this. Even if it is the man who wants it to occur, it's usually the woman who initiates it."
He stared at me, smiling, and I began to grow uncomfortable.
"This is Patti's thing," I said, defending myself. "Not mine. Remember that."
He smiled, showing his teeth. "I understand, Allen."
Patti walked in.
Ceremoniously, I stood, and so did Brian. "This is Patti," I said. "My wife."
Patti was wearing a sleeveless, scooped-neck blouse and a mini skirt. I could see her nipples through the material of the blouse, so I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. The idea stimulated me, for I saw that Brian also noticed it. He was staring at her chest.