Part 1
They were older when they met at work. Both had relationships that had not worked out. Both fell in love with the bright, cheery attitude of the other. They dated for a long while, not wanting to ruin the relationship with sexual contact. Instead they courted each other, sending each other funny cards and flowers and little gifts. They would leave special items on each other's desks. They were falling deeply in love, and as with all relationships, conversation over pleasant wines would and could turn to talk of sex.
Bob had always fantasized about the diversity of the sexual relationship. He had often wondered what oral sex felt like for a woman, and what she would feel when having oral sex with a man. Often, he would think he was gay, or at least bisexual. In his sexual relationships in the past, he had often kissed a woman deeply after she performed oral sex on him, savoring the taste and smell of a man. He would often perform oral sex on a partner after intercourse. And this night, he shared his sexual reality with Marcy.
Marcy had never had sex with a woman, and had never even considered the possibility. She had some trouble relating to what Bob was telling her. And, of course, her first reaction was the typically that of a 30 year old single female .."just as I thought, all the good ones are gay!". But somehow, listening to this handsome, sexy man relate his innermost sexual feelings to her was quite a turn on.
She point blank asked him, "Are you gay?"
Bob was not offended at all by the inquiry, and answered truthfully, without hesitation, "I had a sexual experience with a man. It happened about 10 years ago, after a bachelor party that was being held quite a distance from my home. They were showing X-rated movies, and to say the least they were doing their job. I was feeling quite aroused. The guy I was staying with at the hotel noticed that I was getting pretty drunk, and suggested we go back to our room and get some rest so we'd be ready for the wedding early the next afternoon. I found out later that he was bisexual. Anyway, when we got back to the hotel, I stripped and dropped into the bed, feeling a little woozy from all the booze. I put one leg on the floor to stop the room from spinning. I must have passed out, for the next thing I remembered, was a hand on my crotch, rubbing me. I was getting turned on again, and not really thinking about who it was. I turned my head and opened my eyes, and here was my friends hard dick just inches from my face. At first I was surprised, then curious, and finally sucking," Bob explained.
"You sucked a man?" Marcy asked, not disdainfully, but rather with a certain curiously sexual inference.
Bob continued, "Yeah, for a few seconds. Unfortunately, the dizzying effects of the alcohol were still all to powerful, and I got up from the bed, bounded into the bathroom and threw up. Poor guy must have thought that I was totally repulsed by the moment."
Marcy curled her legs up into a ball on her couch, and leaned toward Bob. She was getting quite turned on by this conversation, and she didn't understand why. She had been physically sickened in the past, when she and her girlfriends had spoken on the sex habits of gay men.
"What happened when you came back into the room? she asked.
"I laid down on the other bed. He came over to me, sucked on my cock for a few moments. Turned into a 69 and offered his cock to me again," Bob explained.
"Apparently he didn't think you were too disgusted by it," she laughed.
"Yeah, apparently not," Bob laughed in return. "We continued sucking on each other, until I passed out. I woke up the next morning with him naked next to me. I don't think anything else happened. We just got up, showered, and went to the wedding. Nothing was ever said of the events of that night again."
"Have you had sex with a man since?" she asked. She was surprised by her need to know. It was quite obvious that this conversation was having a effect on her. She had pulled her knees up into her chest, looking like a little schoolgirl waiting for the next tasty tidbit of gossip. But her face told another story. He face was flushed, and her breathing was labored. She was having trouble forming the words.
"A few years ago, when I lived in Phoenix, a man who was a friend of my ex-wife's asked if I wanted to go out for drinks. On the way back to my house, he asked if I was into sex. I, of course said, yes. He then leaned over and kissed me, putting his hand on my crotch. I pushed him away, quite violently, which I've always thought was kind of funny. I did not hesitate to stick a man's cock in my mouth, but just the thought of kissing a man gave me the heebie-jeebies," Bob explained as his voice trailed off.
Marcy could tell from Bob's actions that there was more to tell, and she now desperately wanted to hear it.
"What happened next?" she asked, hoping for something special. She wasn't disappointed.
"We drove the rest of the way in silence. Him feeling totally mortified. I was feeling ... I was feeling... hell, I don't know what I was feeling. Slightly turned on. The memory of what a cock felt like in my mouth was very vivid. I did want to try it again."
Bob stopped for a moment, reached over for his glass of wine, took a big drink and continued. Marcy repositioned herself on the couch, with one of her heels rubbing her in such a way that she was now not only getting aural, but physical inspiration as well!
"When we arrived back at my house, we parked in an adjacent parking lot. It was protected by old cottonwoods. No one can see in, and you can't see out. We got out of my car, you know that old Beetle I had when I first came here? And we walked toward the house in silence. As we passed his truck, I stopped, grabbed his arm, and climbed into the bed of his pickup. I unzipped my pants, he did the same, and we were naked from the waist down in seconds. He lay down and I arranged myself in a 69 over him. I slipped his cock slowly into my mouth. And then went crazy, sucking, licking. I took him all the way in. I could feel his cock curving down my throat. It was all way to much for him and he started to cum. It seemed like gallons. I didn't think of swallowing or what to do with it in my mouth, I just kept pumping my hand and my head in unison on his cock until he finished. He rolled me over and finished me off in a minute or so. We straightened up and went into the house. His wife was due to arrive in a few moments, so I opened a bottle of wine for them and sat down on my chair and watched some TV. We said NOTHING until she arrived. I offered her a drink, she asked how our evening went, I said just fine, and they left. I never saw them again."
Marcy was getting totally flushed. She had never been turned on by sex talk, and had been repulsed by the thought of two men together, but this man was getting even more gorgeous in her eyes with his honesty and candor. Those were traits she admired most in men. She reached out and touched his cheek. It would from this point forward, be her way of expressing acceptance of whatever they discussed. When they would fight, when the issue was resolved, she would smile and touch his cheek in the same way.
"I thank you for telling me these things. I am surprised because you seem so masculine. I am also very attracted to you right now." She lowered her face, looking at the floor.
