(Author's Note: Originally posted under the pen name Gert_Boekbinder
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My husband, Amir, wasn't gay. He was confident about that, and I believed him, of course. He had worshipped my body, sunk his cock deep inside of me and pumped me full of cum thousands of times. But, he said, something had happened in him recently. Like an optical illusion suddenly coming into focus, he had uncovered in himself a passion for men. A need to feel another man's skin upon his; a need to taste him.
'Don't get me wrong' he told me. He still loved me. But their was more to him then that. A need to explore both masculine and feminine bodies. Whether that made him fully bisexual, or merely bi-curious, he didn't know. But he wanted to find out, and he wanted my blessing to do so.
So, definitely not gay. Despite believing him, I couldn't deny feeling jealous and intimidated the first time I watched him be intimate with another man.
Let me set the scene. I was sat at the head of the bed wearing just my underwear. I don't know why. I wasn't to be involved, just a curious onlooker. But I would feel weird sitting there fully dressed while my husband explored another man's body.
Nerves had compelled me to guzzle most of a bottle of wine and my head felt reassuringly fuzzy. At the foot of the bed was Amir, naked as the day he was born, locked in a passionate embrace with Craig. Craig was a stranger to me. Amir knew him from some website or other. A safe internet space where men on the verge of middle age could discuss their evolving sexuality.
He wasn't my cup of tea, but I could see why Amir was attracted to him. Tall with mid-length hair in a cut that made him look a little boyish. A light dusting of chest hair and a vague suggestion of a six pack lost to the rigours of time. His dick was okay. Not the largest, but decent enough. A manageable size for Amir's first time.
Amir was very different. Nape length black, curly hair crowned a body covered in light brown skin. His beard was neatly trimmed, something he kept deliberately to hide the slight double chin he had. Of course I liked the fact he was a little on the chubby side. His little paunch, and bubble butt especially.
As I was admiring said backside, Craig's hand snaked around and grabbed a handful of it. Amir grunted in appreciation as his tongue explored Craig's mouth. Amir's hand slid down from Craig's back, circled to the front and tenderly squeezed his manhood.
I took a sip of wine from the glass on my bedside table.
Both of them were hard. Amir slowly stroked Craig, and his own cock grazed his knuckle. I wondered what it felt like, holding another man's prick in your hand for the first time. Was it scary? Was it exciting? Was it everything you had hoped for? I looked at Amir's face to try and detect any clue as to what he was thinking. All I could see was lust. But instead of being directed at me, it was only for Craig.
Amir briefly relaxed his grip on Craig. He pressed his cock up against Craig's before enveloping both in his palm. Craig made a satisfied noise as the flesh of their dicks rubbed against each other.
Another sip of wine for me.
They stayed like that for a few minutes. Amir always did like to take his time with foreplay. He had both dicks in his hand, gently squeezing them and rubbing his flesh onto Craig's. At one point Amir turned his head to look at me.
"You okay?" he asked. I smiled and nodded.
The moment was interrupted by Craig. He took Amir's hand from their manhoods and slowly pushed him down onto his back. Amir's cock stood proudly up in the air. Craig bent down and gave my husband a deep lingering kiss. A real mouth-fuck. Wet, slurping and shameless. His hand started to work Amir's cock as he did so. Not too vigorously; A languid hand job. He was in this for the long haul, and he wanted Amir to be too.
Craig broke the kiss suddenly, and lowered his head to kiss Amir's chest. From there he sucked both of Amir's nipples before planting kisses on his stomach. Finally he reached his penis. I felt a tension in the air. Obviously the two of them had arranged this, but I wonder did Amir really think it would happen. Or get this far, if it did? Maybe he had thought, deep down, that it would just be an awkward wank? A quick tug and an unspoken agreement to never talk about it again.
A sip of wine.
Amir was looking down at Craig, whose mouth hovered expectantly over Amir's length. I shifted my weight slightly on the bed and realised I was wet. I shouldn't have been surprised. I was getting my own private sex show.
Amir nodded. Craig lowered his head and took my husband's cock into his mouth. Amir let out a sigh and his head slumped back on to the mattress. His eyes fluttered. I knew the expression. I had been the cause of it many times. Amir had a predilection for oral, both giving and receiving. If I ever wanted him in the mood, or if he needed a little assistance getting hard all I had to do was to gently blow on his cock.
I knew nothing about Craig through choice. I don't know if, like Amir, he was a virgin when it came to fucking guys or whether he was an old hand. This was partly because it was Amir's experience, but also because I didn't want Craig to become a fixture in our lives. He was to be like a masseuse or a physiotherapist. He would come in, perform a service and then be gone. A simple procedure completed without fuss or sentiment.
When Amir had suggested having a one off, exploratory session with another man, my only stipulations were that it had to be in our home and I had to be present. Partly to make sure Amir was safe, and partly to make sure he didn't forget who he shared his bed with normally.
So, whether Craig was a natural or well practised I didn't know, but he was sucking Amir well. His pace was consistent, his head bobbing up and down on his dick like clockwork. What varied was the amount of Amir he sucked. Sometime he would take his whole head into his wet mouth, sometimes he would just kiss and lick it. Every so often he would push Amir's cock as far back into his mouth as it would go, enveloping most of his shaft. The muffled sound of Craig's gag reflex mingled with groans of pleasure from Amir. This was a blowjob designed to please, but not too much.
As Amir reached down and entwined his fingers in Craig's hair, my hand drifted to my underwear. The plain white briefs were wet from my pussy. I hadn't known how I would react to watching my man with another man. Nervous and jealous, or course. As much as I wanted him to explore this side of himself, it hurt that he couldn't do so with me.
I gulped down the last of the wine for a bit of courage, before pushing my hand underneath the fabric of my underwear. If Amir can enjoy this, I thought, why couldn't I?
I must have made a noise as my fingers found my clit. Both Craig and Amir looked at me. Craig merely glanced at me. That was fine. He wasn't interested in me, and I certainly wasn't interested in him. Or at least not in anyway beyond how he could pleasure my husband.
Amir took a moment to realise what I was doing. It must be hard to concentrate when your dick is in someone's mouth. But he quickly realised and his face lit up. He knew that I hadn't been overly enthusiastic about this. The fact that I was turned on and clearly enjoying the view meant so much to him.
I leant back against the head board as I gently stroked and pressed my clit. With my spare arm I reached up and began to squeeze my tits. I considered taking off my bra and underwear, but didn't want Craig to see me naked. He could suck my husband's cock, sure, but he couldn't see my tits. Strange the values you have, in the moment.
We stayed like that for a while. Amir on his back, Craig working his shaft and me rubbing myself. Eventually Craig removed his head from Amir's member, wiping the drool from around his lips.
"My turn," he said with a slight rasp.
