I woke up in Bradley's arms, content as could be with my lover. As my eyes opened, I looked up to see him smiling at me.
"Good morning, baby," Bradley said, kissing the top of my head as I was wrapped in his arms in bed.
"Good morning," I replied to him as I felt Max's hand on my back. The three of us were waking up in our bed, which we had been sharing for a while now.
"Everything ok?" I asked Bradley.
"Yes," he said, "Why?"
"Last night...I....you..." I didn't know how to explain what happened but I knew he had felt something different as I pleased both of my lover's cocks with my mouth. Bradley seemed much calmer and more composed this morning.
He said hesitantly, "You love me, right?"
"Yes," I said cautiously since that seemed like a weird thing to ask.
"And you know I love you, right?" Bradley continued, "More than I've ever loved anyone."
"Yes..." I said hesitantly, waiting for what was coming next.
"Then please listen and don't take any of this personally," he started and immediately I felt sick to my stomach, "I know I've mentioned that I've been with guys, but I haven't since I came to New York. I have been happy and fulfilled with you, both of you. But lately, especially when you do things like you did last night, it reminds me that I like sex with guys sometimes. I'm not gay, because I love pussy way too much; specifically your pussy. But I do think I'm bisexual."
Ok, there it was. I did kinda know that. How did that affect our threesome? I didn't think Max was bi, even though he had been affectionate with Bradley. So did Bradley want to be with another guy? Did he want to leave us and find a couple where the woman and the man both wanted to have sex with him? I wasn't really sure where he was going with this.
"I'm awake," Max said, moving his hand on my back, "I don't want to eavesdrop..."
"No secrets here," Bradley said, "How much did you hear?"
"Enough," Max said leaning up over me and addressing Bradley, "I do love you, but I'm not really interested in you sexually. Although I guess I could be persuaded to..."
"No," Bradley said, "Nope, that's not how it works. Either you desire to touch a man or you don't. You aren't persuaded into it, but thanks for offering." Bradley smiled. "Last night I realized I do really want to touch a man again and I want him to touch me."
"Oh," I said, pondering this new information and trying not to take it personally. Of course, I wanted to please my lovers in every way. But I definitely couldn't please Bradley in the way a man could.
"I get it," Max said, "Well actually, I don't get it because I don't want to do the same, but I understand that you do." He laughed and then offered a serious suggestion, "We could explore that together....at the sex club..."
"Is there someone at work you want?" I said, getting suspicious as I always did. My jealous streak ran fierce and I didn't think it would ever completely go away.
"I would never mix sex and work," Bradley replied immediately, "I have seen people who do and it never ends well." I could understand that. "I think Max has a good idea. We would all be together at the sex club and you'd be able to explore what turns you on. It makes sense."
"Of course," I said, rolling my eyes and laughing, "He always has the answers."
When the weekend finally came, the three of us went to the sex club our neighbor Ron had told us about. The woman who checked us in at the front counter was absolutely drooling over Bradley offering to help him out in any way. If only she knew what he was here for, I chuckled to myself. This time Max and I knew to head straight for a drink first and loosen up before exploring. It ended up being a few drinks. Bradley chatted with some guys at the bar. One guy touched his chest. At first, I felt a jealous pang, but then I realized I liked seeing a guy touch him. It was sexy to me. I was wondering if I would enjoy seeing more.
Finally, we were ready to explore the rest of the club. We walked around looking for rooms and had a few laughs about the signs because they were quite straightforward. We decided to enter a room called Watching Men, Mixed Crowd. That sounded like what we were looking for.
We walked in and saw two guys on the bed "stage" and men and women around the outside watching. As we sat along the dimly lit outer edge of the room, I looked closer and the two men on the bed were rubbing their very hard cocks together. They were kissing too.
"See," Bradley whispered to me, "I know you didn't know that was a thing..."
"I did not...." I said but I could see they were really enjoying it.
"It's called frotting," Bradley said. Oh wow, it even had a name. Bradley watched intently. I leaned back on Max so he could put his arms around me while we both still had a view of everything in the room. The man and woman to the right of Max were kissing and groping each other as they both kept an eye on the men on the bed. Bradley was to my left and to his left was a man by himself. He was hot. He had taken off his shirt and he was clearly excited judging by the size of the bulge in his pants.
I looked at Bradley and whispered, "Go," motioning with my eyes toward the hot guy. No, Bradley silently responded by shaking his head. The man looked our way and smiled. Yes, I mouthed to Bradley when he finally looked my way again. But I turned back towards Max so I could let Bradley have his space. He didn't need my help.
"Bradley was right," Max whispered to me.
"About what?" I whispered.
"I'm just not into guys," he said with a small laugh, "I keep desperately looking around the room to find the girls."
"I can tell this really isn't doing it for you," I said, feeling his soft cock in his pants.
"It is interesting though," he said, "even though it doesn't get me excited." By now the men on the bed had gotten on all fours and were having sex. It made me wonder about the different positions for men.
By the time I turned around to check on Bradley, he was now sitting with the hot guy who was next to him. Their heads were close as they whispered to each other smiling. The guy's hand was firmly rubbing up and down Bradley's thigh. Oh shit! It was happening and I did think it was incredibly hot.
"You like this don't you, baby?" he whispered, noticing me squirming.
"Yes, and I don't know why," I said. Max reached down to gain access under my skirt. I knew not to wear underwear.
"Because you like men," he whispered and dipped his finger into my dripping pussy.
"Oh," I gasped as quietly as I could, leaning my head back on his shoulder. Even though I was quiet, I saw Bradley look over at me. I smiled and he smiled at me as he turned back to his new friend. Their lips found each other. It was a rougher kiss than we usually did, which also intrigued me. I watched as they grabbed and groped at each other. Finally, their pants were down enough for their cocks to be free. Bradley was bigger than the other guy. They stroked each other.
Max had made his way to my clit and I was flooded with excitement from all of the pleasure around me. The men on the bed were in a new position and the couple next to us were fucking now too.
"Are you going to cum, baby?" Max asked.
"Yes," I said. I was ready but I thought I would like to wait for Bradley. I wasn't sure if he was going to move into a different position or if they would just keep stroking each other. Then I saw and heard he was near. I could just tell.
"Yes, baby," I said both to Max for what he was doing with his hand, and to Bradley because I wanted him to know I was happy for him.
I saw Bradley stiffen and I heard his familiar grunt. My orgasm washed over me. I didn't even notice if his new guy friend came, but I figured he did because they both slowed their movements on each other's cock and then stopped. Bradley pulled his pants up and just sat for a moment before talking to his new friend. I also sat still after my orgasm and watched Max lick his fingers.
"You bad boy," I whispered, turning to kiss him.
"Oh no," he said with a laugh, "I'm a very good boy who will get rewarded later, right?"
