This story is pure fantasy. I've noticed that there are a lot of bisexual stories, but usually it's with one of the men being cuckolded or submissive to the woman and the other man. I wanted to write a story where it's not about submission or domination but just pure sexual lust from men who prefer both men and women equally. In which both men are masculine, however are open to their inner most sexual desires. I hope I got your approval in putting such a story together.
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Not so long ago, I found out about a bar in New York City, that is a gathering place for swingers. Being single, and also a sexual freak, going to such a place seemed like the right thing to do last Saturday night. I entered the bar at around 7'o'clock. At this point the place was pretty quiet, so I found a stool towards the end of the bar, at the perfect spot to see people enter the place. As I ordered my first drink, a brunette woman took a seat next to me, and picked up a filled glass that was already there. Obviously she was here before me and I assumed she must have gone to the bathroom. She was a thick woman, about 5'3, with breasts that had to be DD's, if not bigger. She wore a low cut shirt that showed as much cleavage as possible, she seemed not to have a bra on, because through the black blouse, and the lighting of the bar I could make out her big nipples, and very large areola's. She was a bbw, but solid, nothing flabby about her. Truthfully, just the kind of woman I like. I'd say in her late 20's to early 30's. She had thick lips, tinted with red lipstick. Due to her milky white skin, her lips seemed to stand out exceptionally well.
After my drink arrived I began to make small talk with the bbw woman. Her name was Kelly and she was very receptive to what I was saying, and even batted her eyes towards me a bit. My flirting was working and working well, so I thought. We were discussing exotic drinks, when this black man made his way towards us. He stood at about 6'5", and his skin color was like that of coal. He was a broad specimen of a man, not fat but not skinny or muscular. Yet looked like he could tear the place apart in a millisecond if given the chance. He had a very intimidating look to him, that kind that made men usually want to run the other way. As I spoke to Kelly, I glanced at this black man continuing to walk towards us. When he made his way near Kelly, and stared at me, he spoke to me sternly, "what you doing talking to my wife?"
Oh shit, I thought to myself. Now I'm not the kind of man to run from a fight, or back down to anyone, however, this guy would tear me up in seconds. However, I am a man of principal, so I handled this situation as best as I could.
"Excuse me sir," I stood up and said, "We were just talking about alcohol, I didn't mean any disrespect, let me buy you both a drink." I extended my hand towards him to shake his hand. To my surprise, he obliged.
"What's your name," he asked. I told him, and found out he was Jacob. The three of us sat, and the wife and I continued our conversation as he looked on. For the next fifteen minutes, he seemed to just stare at us, making an occasional smile here and there. Now, I'm drinking, and enjoying myself, and enjoying the company. As the evening progressed we began to talk about sex. Jacob informed me that him and Kelly were looking were looking for a couple. I told him I too was looking for the same. So obviously it looked like we were all looking for the same thing, and obviously not for each other, but what the hell, I had some people to bull shit with, right? Well I noticed Kelly whisper something to her husband.
Finally, Jacob began to speak again. "Man, I respect you a lot, most men run when I interrupt them with my wife, but you didn't, that means a lot."
"Look Jacob," I said, "I don't like drama, and don't want to cause any, I'm glad we could all just sit and talk."
"Baby, I like him a lot," Kelly said staring at her husband. I was shocked; maybe they did want to do something with me. I can't say I would have minded.
"Matt, would you like to join me and Kelly, in a threesome?"
"I certainly wouldn't mind," I said.