Bi Sex With Barry And His Wife

I realised I was bi-curious about a year ago, and I wanted to get to know a woman who could help me experiment with my feelings, but living in quite a small village where everyone knows everyone’s busi-ness, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy to meet someone locally. That’s why I decided to go online and see if I could meet someone through one of the adult contact sites.

I looked at a few sites and found one which seemed to have quite a high propor¬tion of bi-girls using it. I posted a picture of myself in my underwear, which was actually much less explicit than a lot of the photos on the site, and explained that I was a novice who wanted to be initiated into the art of ‘lady love’. I got a surpris¬ing number of replies, some of which, I was pretty sure, were from men just pretending to be women apparently it’s something which happens quite a lot in cyberspace – but there was one which caught my eye which was from a couple called Barry and Di. I hadn’t actually been looking to meet a couple, but there was something about their reply which appealed to me. They seemed to know what they were talking about, and when they sent me a picture of themselves, I was even more tempted to go for it. Barry was a builder, with a skinhead haircut and the sort of physique which comes from doing a lot of hard, manual work, and Di was petite, with streaky blonde hair and big breasts.

We exchanged a few emails, and then I spoke to them on the phone, and that’s when we decided to meet up. They were based in North London, but they were happy to travel up and spend the night in a hotel a few miles from where I lived.

When I turned up at the hotel on that Friday night, I can safely say it’s the most nervous I have been in my entire life. I had dressed in a tight-fitting black dress with some slinky satin underwear beneath it, and I hoped they would like what they saw. They did. They were sitting in the bar, and they greeted me like old friends. We ordered a bottle of champagne and sat and chatted, appraising each other all the time, and after about half an hour, Barry went to the gents’. That was when Di leaned over to me and said, ‘Both my husband and I fancy you very much, and would love to take you upstairs. How about it?’ Well, as I say, I was nervous, but I knew I wanted to go for it. When Barry come back, Di nodded to him, which was obviously the signal that I’d agreed to go further, and we finished the last of our champagne and mode our way up to their room. They said that they made big breast videos and as I had big tits it would be an ideal opportunity to get the camera out. I agreed to this also as I loved the idea of being filmed.

In the bedroom, Di took complete con¬trol. She kissed me gently, her lipsticked mouth soft and warm against my own, and then she gradually began to undress me. When I was down to nothing but my knickers and my hold-up stockings, she started kissing my breasts. I was a little shy at first, particularly with Barry watching, but as Di’s mouth sucked on my nipples, I began to relax. I noticed that Barry had stripped off and was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, slowly wanking his cock.

Then Di dropped to her knees and began to kiss my pussy through my knickers, and I forgot about Barry altogether.

My legs were getting a little wobbly, and Di helped me on to the bed. I lay back and she pulled my knickers off entirely. She spread my legs and looked at my pussy. I felt very self-conscious, but she just smiled and said, ‘Nice,’ which made me feel a lot better. Then she bent her head and began to lick me. It was the first time I’d ever felt a woman’s mouth there in fact, I’d only ever had one boyfriend who’d gone down on me and what Di was doing felt incredible. She seemed to find all my most sensitive spots, and when she took my clit between her lips and gently sucked on it, that was all it took to make me come.

I knew I wanted to return the favour after all, this whole evening was about me learning what it was like to make love to another woman but I was very apprehensive. Would I know what to do? Would I please her? She took my position on the bed, and I bent my head and began to gently kiss the folds of her pussy. It took a couple of minutes to get used to the way she felt and tasted, but gradually I began to enjoy myself. She coaxed me on, telling me what felt nice and whether I should lick her harder or slower. As I followed her instructions, Barry came to sit beside us and I felt him stroking my back, reassuring me that I was doing the right thing. When! Di had her orgasm, I felt her juices flood¬ing into my mouth; I was really chuffed to know I’d managed to make her come.

That wasn’t the end of the evening’s activities, as Barry fucked both me and his wife in turn before I finally left them. What happened with them proved to me that I really am as attracted to women as I am to men, and I couldn’t have had a better introduction to the world of bi sex.