Bisexual Man And Bisexual Woman

Picture this. My husband Carl Saint John is in our bed. He's a six-foot-six, 270-pound black man. He is a man I love deeply. A man with a special fetish. One that I have struggled to accept and understand. Carl is into some odd things. Most of the time, he likes to be dominant in bed. A real take charge kind of person. Sometimes, he's the total opposite. Like right now. I am spreading his ass cheeks and inserting my strap on dildo into his ass. Who am I? The name is Charlene Roman Saint John. I am his dearly devoted and loving wife. A six-foot, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian woman who is madly in love with her freaky husband.

Carl strokes his massive ten-inch cock as I thrust the dildo into his ass. He tells me to go harder and faster. I do as I am told. Slowly ramming the dildo up his ass. I know this is weird. Oh, well. When you love somebody, you try to please them, you know? If greasing up my man's ass and shoving a dildo right up his butt is what he wants, then I will do it to him. I continue thrusting into Carl's ass. The dildo I bought for the occasion is a very realistic, ten-inch plastic cock. It's very real. Flexible. It's not thick, though. I wouldn't want to hurt Carl accidentally so I asked the sex toy salesman for the longest and slimmest dildo he had. He sold it to me, along with lubricant and a pack of condoms. Two hours later, Carl and I are having some fun.

I remember our days at Titan Tech, a small private school in Georgia. Titan Tech was a small private school with only about ten thousand students. There was an equal number of men and women on campus. The school offered Men's Basketball, Volleyball, Soccer, Cross Country, Baseball, Wrestling, Swimming, Football, Bowling, Equestrian and Archery. They also offered Women's Basketball, Bowling, Rugby, Equestrian, Softball, Archery, Swimming, Wrestling, Volleyball, Soccer and Cross Country. Ah, those were the days. The school was really diverse. Evenly split between the sexes and races. Black folks and white folks mingled freely and it was considered normal. That's the way the world should be.

I fell in love with Carl in college. Back then, he was the handsome black man who played College Football for a Division One school. He was the black stud all the women wanted. All the men admired him. I was the female Basketball player with the crush on the King of the Jocks. I was tall and athletic but rather plain in the face department, so I thought a pretty-faced and big-bottomed black woman would steal him. Not true. Carl liked me and we went out, even though it pissed off all the black chicks on campus. I love kissing him in front of them. He graduated with a degree in Criminal Justice and became a State Police Officer. I got a degree in Psychology and started to work for the Atlanta City Department of Corrections. We got married three years after graduating from college.

The year we got married was the year Carl decided to disclose his many secrets to me. Carl was forthrightly bisexual. He didn't tell anyone. Not even his parents. I understood. I mean, if you're gay or bisexual and play on a sports team, it's not a good idea to let people find out. I disclosed to Carl a secret of my own. I was bisexual too. Oh, I had sex with both men and women before I met him but he was the only person I ever fell in love with. I love this guy to death and I would do anything for him. After confessing our true selves to each other, we got even closer. We loved each other even more. Life was good. Could you imagine? A bisexual black man married to a bisexual white woman. Oh, well. That's the way we were!

All those thoughts rushed to me as I made love to Carl. I slowly worked my dildo into his ass while sucking on his cock. I've never sucked a cock before I met Carl. Then again, I'd never been fucked in the ass before I met him either. He convinced me to try both these things. Now, it was his turn. I made love to him, sucking him off while fucking his ass. Plunging the dildo deep inside him. Hearing his moans of pleasure. We went at it until he came, then I pulled my dildo out of him. Carl shouted in sheer pleasure. I sucked him until he was dry. Afterwards, we lay side by side on the bed. Laughing and talking. Yeah, our lovemaking was getting kinkier, and a lot more fun.

Carl pulled me to him and told me he wanted me. I smiled and reached for the lube. I knew what he liked. Carl is a butt man. Regardless of the gender of the person he's with. He applied some lube all over my asshole before inserting his cock inside me. I winced as Carl's cock penetrated my asshole. I don't get it. I'm no anal virgin. I've gotten fucked by his big black cock more times than I can count. I've grown to love it. Yet it always hurts going in. Carl was patient with me. He worked his cock slowly inside me. My eyes widened as he shoved more and more of his ten inches inside me. Well, I didn't complain. If he could take my dildo up his ass, then I could take his cock up mine. The difference is that his cock is harder and thicker than my dildo had been. And he knew just how to use it.

Carl put me on all fours and told me to brace myself. He gripped my hips and began fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I screamed as he fucked me. Damn, it hurt like you wouldn't believe! Taking ten inches of hard dick up the ass is no small feat, even for a strong woman like myself. But I endured. And slowly but surely the pain lessened, replaced by a curiously pleasant feeling. I relaxed, and enjoyed. Carl fucked me until he came, sending his hot seed deep inside me. Afterwards, he pulled out. I winced. It hurt even more going out than going in! We lay on the bed, and I found myself crying. These were tears of joy, though. Carl pulled me closer to him. I've never let anyone do that to me before or since. I did it all for him. I love this man. As we slept, I found myself wondering. Are there other couples like us out there? Bisexual men married to bisexual women? I hope so. I love my man. And I can't wait until we bring a few little ones into the world!