I knew my wife was bisexual before I married her. She and her best friend had been to bed several times in high school, and even shared a boyfriend a few times. I hadnt had the plea- sure of both of them before we were married, although I did come home one night, and after kissing Darlene, could tell that theyd been to bed earlier.
Our first wedding anniversary was coming up, and Darlene asked me what we were going to do to celebrate. I had planned a nice dinner, perhaps a stage show or dancing, then back home to screw our brains out. When I explained, and asked why she wanted to know several weeks in advance, she simply smiled and suppress- ed a giggle, her gray eyes twinkling with an impish gleam.
Luckily, our first anniversary fell on a Friday, and reservations made, we dolled ourselves up and went out for the evening. Dinner at a fine restaurant and dancing at a local hot- pot kept us laughing and in a good mood. As we drove home, Darlene sitting next to me, leaned over and caressed my thigh with her fingernails, sending a shiver through me.
"You still want to fuck my brains out tonight?" She cooed.
I said yes, I would happily keep her wet and jumping all night long. When Darlene came, no one could doubt that she wasnt faking. Her tendency to "let go" in bed meant that she was prone to outbursts of very erotic (and sometimes downright dirty) talk, as well as moaning and thrashing wildly about the bed.
Arm in arm, we climbed the stairs to our apartment, and once inside, we kissed passionately for several long moments, running our hands over each other and bring desire to a boil. Darlene broke the kiss and knelt straight down, unzipping my pants in the entry hall. She pulled my hardening cock out of my pants and slipped it into her mouth. Tonguing the underside of the head, and teasing me, I felt my balls tingle and her wet mouth sliding like wet velvet over my shaft.
I pulled her up to me and ki... Læs hele novellen
