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(MMF, bi, alcohol, oral, mast) *** My wife, Janice, doesn't know about my bi streak. It's not something I have the urge to do something about very often, but every once in awhile, the right circumstances will present themselves, giving me the opportunity to indulge. This particular opportunity was set in motion by a series of unexpected events. My wife's best friend, Barb, had been seeing this guy, Trevor, for quite some time, but she had decided to break it off with him. He did not take the break up news well at all. He started calling Janice twenty or thirty times a day trying to figure out how to win Barb back. He even ran out an bought an engagement ring. Talk about desperation! Someone breaks up with you so you ask her to marry you? Get a grip! Anyway, it all finally came to a head one night when Janice and I were out to dinner one night. Janice excused herself to the bathroom, and when she came back, she said she had a bunch of messages from Trevor that he was all depressed. Evidently, it finally sunk in that Barb wasn't going to change her mind, so he was hell bent on drinking himself into oblivion. So, Janice thinks it's her job to babysit this guy while he gets himself plastered. She proceeds to tell me she needs to leave dinner and go get him. This did not set well with me. Obviously, someone needs to babysit this guy so he doesn't do something really stupid, but my wife? Right in the middle of dinner? Doesn't he have any other friends he can call? Besides, she shouldn't get herself between the two of them. What's Barb going to think? None of these questions changed Janice's mind, so off she went in search of Trevor. This, of course, leaves me steaming mad, and finishing a dinner that for some reason isn't quite as pleasing as it was a few minutes ago. At this point, nothing of what will transpire is anywhere in my brain. What I'm thinking as I'm driving home is giving Janice a good, long, hard fuck and filling her pussy with a big load of my cum when she gets home, hopefully turning some of my anger into pleasure. A bit of a revenge fuck, but nothing too mean. So, I'm thinking it's time I start working up that big load of cum. I unzip my pants and fish my cock out to start stroking it. I was already hard from picturing by cock forcefully slicing in and out of Janice, so I'm stroking it long and slow not wanting to go too far. I'm looking around at the other cars on the road thinking what the women I'm seeing would think if they knew what I was doing. Would they be disgusted? Would any of them get excited to know? This fueled my passion and I increased my speed... of my hand, not the car. All the time I know I'm building up that big load for Janice's pussy. I arrived home sooner than I wanted, but that was probably a good thing. Much longer, and I might not have been able to stop myself. That would have been a shame to waste a big load on my pants. I took a shower, and settled into bed. It took me awhile to get to sleep, since I was still thinking of what I was going to do to Janice. Kissing, nibbling, sinking my teeth into her neck like she likes, sucking and biting her nipples, kissing my way down her belly to her pussy, and latching on to her clit with my lips and sucking her clit until she cums all over my face, then sliding up and sliding my cock balls deep in one long steady stroke. My hand was on my cock again with long, slow strokes, making more and more cum for my lovely Janice. It was getting late, and still no sign of Janice, so I decided to get to sleep and attack Janice when she got home. A few hours later, I was roused by the movement of Janice trying to slip into bed. I rolled over on my side and laid my arm across her belly so her tits were just touching my arm. She could tell I was awake as soon as my hand started to cup and massage her tit. She stopped me almost immediately! When I asked her what was wrong, she said she couldn't. Couldn't? I'm tired, and it's the bad time of the month was her reply. Now I'm pissed. She leaves at dinner, and now my plans for a great, cleansing fuck are down the drain. Come on! We've done it before this time of the month, but there was no changing her mind. Damnit! Then, as if all of that wasn't bad enough, she proceeds to tell me that Trevor is sleeping in our basement because he's completely wasted. Drank a half a bottle of bourbon it seems. Great! Just great! I rolled back over and stewed for awhile and drifted off to sleep. Sometime later, Janice moved or something, and I woke up. And, I was wide awake like it was morning. I hate that when it happens! I could not get back to sleep. I kept thinking and thinking about what had happened, getting more and more pissed off, and suddenly, out of nowhere, this idea crept into my head. Trevor is passed out, completely wasted. What if I were to sneak downstairs (our basement is pitch black at night), slip up under the covers from the foot of the bed and go after his cock. Would it wake him up? Would he be too drunk to get it up? Would he assume it was my wife? Once that idea hit me, there was no way I was going back to sleep. I laid there looking up at the ceiling pondering the possible outcomes. He's dead to the world and not even a blow job will wake him up. He wakes up but is too drunk to get it up. He wakes up, gets hard, but realizes it's me! He wakes up, gets hard, I give him a blow job and then he realizes it's me! He wakes up, I give him a blow job, and sneak back upstairs. Would he remember? Would he say something to my wife? When she denies it, will he think it was a dream? Maybe this would finally be the way I could tell my wife about my bi tendencies... After a few more mintues of pondering, I made the decision to go for it! I was so nervous, my stomach was full of butterflies, and my cock was rock hard and leaking precum, no doubt from all of the early stimulation. I rolled out of bed (naked as usual) and made my way to the basement. Janice had left a light on, which I turned out, leaving the basement pitch black. I knew my way around the basement like the back of my hand, so the dark would not bother me at all. As I got closer, I could her his breathing, that deep, heavy, I'm-passed-out breathing. It suddenly occured to me that he might be completely dressed. Damn, I hoped not. Naked would be great, boxers would be doable, but fully clothed my present a problem. I was hoping he really wouldn't wake up very much. I had made it to the foot of the bed. It was decision time. Was I going to go through with it? I knelt there for awhile, and decided to move forward. First obstacle... the covers. I lifted the comforter over my head and cautiously slid my hand up the bed... Skin! A sockless foot, which was a good sign. From the position of his foot, I could tell he was on his back. Another big plus! Things were looking up. I advanced as slowly as I dared, trying not to move the bed too much, but more and more of my weight was pressing down on the bed. All of this time, he did not move, and his breathing stayed exactly the same. I hadn't found a second foot, however. My hand advanced up his left leg, lightly touching it every few inches to test it's position. When I got to his knee, he moved slightly. I froze and waited. He didn't move again and his breathing was even, so I figured I must be tickling him a bit with my light touches. I reached his knee and found his right foot. It was flat up against his left knee, so his legs were in the shape of a 4. Another big plus! This meant his legs were open, which should give me direct access to his cock. I started wondering what his cock was going to be like. Long, thick and soon rock hard I hoped. I chuckled inside. I also hoped he had a big load waiting for me. Perhaps maybe he hadn't had sex in a few days since Barb broke up with him, and he had a big load stored up. I started to get nervous again, that nervous excited feeling! The problem I had now was his right leg being crossed over was going to be in my way. At this point, nothing was going to get in my way. I decided to make my move for his cock. If he responded, I was sure he would open his legs and let me crawl right between them. It was time for the big move. I put my right hand firmly down on the inside of his left leg just above the knee, and started sliding it up his leg toward his cock. This definitely registered somewhere in his brain. He moved his head I think, then shifted his ass. As my hand continued traveling up his leg, I heard his breathing shorten and get more rapid, and he let out a soft moan. Perfect! He was responding just how I'd hoped. Then, I hit cloth. It would have been too much to hope for Trevor to be naked, but he was in boxers! I decided to keep going, and slid my hand up inside his boxers. My hand was inches from his cock, and his body knew what was going on, even if he didn't. At that moment, his right foot started moving away from his left leg. He was opening up to me! I crawled forward into the space between his legs. At that moment, my fingers reached something soft. His cock! I started rubbing my fingers from the bottom of the shaft to the tip, and it was responding, lengthening and thickening under my fingers. It appeared he wasn't too drunk to get it up. From what I could tell, his cock felt like it was pretty good sized, and before it got much longer I knew I needed to get the head out of the opening of his boxers. I brought my left hand up and found the opening. I reached in and fished out his cock. It was really starting to grow now. I wrapped my left hand around his shaft and started slowly pumping it. It grew and grew and grew. I could tell it was bigger around than mine for sure, and probably longer. He started breathing heavily and was barely whispering, "Oh!" with every exhale. It was time to get my lips around that monster! I kept pumping his cock as I lowered my mouth. I led with my tongue and circled the head a few times before wrapping my lips just around the head and drawing his cock into my mouth for the first time. My cock was rock hard and throbbing from the excitement and danger. I kept my left hand around the base and started working my mouth up and down in rhythm with my hand. This really got him going! He started to lift his cock up to me my rhythm. Just then, his hand touched the back of my head. It made me skip a beat, and I was afraid he might realize someone with short hair was sucking his cock. I kept going, and he did not stop. In fact, he started to get more aggressive, thrusting up harder and pushing my head down onto his cock. So, I decided to give him a real treat. On his next thrust, I reached both my hands around under his ass and stuffed his cock as deep as I could down my throat. He stiffened up and moaned out loud. I thought he might be cumming, but I had just surprised him. I slipped his cock out a bit and returned my left hand to the base to resume my rhythm. I let my left hand wander down to his balls, and started cupping and squeezing and rubbing them. Then, a most devious thought hit me. He was running on autopilot for sure. All his body knew was that there was a mouth around his cock, and it didn't care who it was doing the sucking. I took my right hand and wrapped it around my own cock and started pumping. I was oozing precum all over the place, and I knew I had a huge load waiting, if I could only time it just right. I quickly brought myself right to the edge, and now all I had to do was stay there until he was ready. I picked up the speed on his cock and that's all he needed. He started grunting with every down-stroke of my mouth and I felt his balls begin to tighten up. Here it was! I started furiously pumping my cock. He took in a deep breath and I felt the head of his cock swell up in my mouth. His body stiffened and he thrust up into my mouth as the first shot of his cum hit the back of my mouth. I wrapped my lips just around the head and pumped the shaft with my hand as shot after shot entered my mouth. At that moment, I felt the same feeling in my balls I knew Trevor had just felt. I was going to cum, too! I felt my balls tightened up and my cock harden just as Trevor's had. I aimed my cock directly at his cock the best I could and let loose my first rope of cum. I aimed too high, though, because it hit my chin. I loosened my lips on his cock so his cum would run down the shaft of his cock and lowered my cock. Perfect! The second rope hit my hand right at the base of his cock. I moved my hand and tried not to move anything else and kept shooting rope after rope right on his balls. Rope after rope might not even be correct to say. I had so much built up I swear it was coming out in a continuous stream. I drenched his balls, and the last few spurts must have landed between his legs. I took his cock out of my mouth, and spit out everything I could right onto his balls. He was covered in his cum and mine. It was glorious! Quickly, reality started to set in. I knew he was adrift in the afterglow, but I had no such luxury. I quickly crawled out from between his legs, off the end of the bed, and made my way back upstairs. I hoped he would immediately fall asleep with the mixture of our cum covering his balls and running down into his ass crack. Oh, what a surprise he's going to have when he wakes up! He'll probably think he had the mother of all wet dreams! 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