I’ve been bi-sexual all my life. I’ve just hidden it from my friends and family. I have a beautiful fiancé, who I’m due to marry this year, we’ve recently bought a house together and our sex life is great…however this just isn’t enough. I need cock. I’m in my mid 20’s, am quite slender, have short brown hair and am keep in pretty good shape. I have a bog standard office job, earn a decent wage and have nothing really to complain about. I’ve been seeing men behind my fiancé’s back ever since we began dating. It first started when I stumbled into a ‘cottage’. I didn’t know at the time what it was but quickly became aware as there were several guys in cubicles performing various sex acts. It turned me on as you can imagine and I ended up getting involved. I met a few people in there, exchanged numbers and have been seeing them on and off for a couple of years. Recently however things are becoming more serious. I’ve been seeing two guys in particular more frequently and the last couple of times we’ve met they’ve spent the night in the bed I share with my fiancé. Usually I don’t like doing this as it becomes far too risky but I’m starting to lose a little control. I crave cock more than I ever had done in my life. I need to feel a hard warm rod between my lips. I woke up one morning to what I thought was my fiancé giving me a blow job, however I quickly realised that she was away for the weekend. I pulled the covers back to find an older gent who I had met up with the previous night. He was in his 50’s, I had seen him a couple of times at the cottage and we had nodded and exchanged pleasantries. However now this guy was in my bed and was giving the most amazing BJ I had ever had. I started moaning out loud as his tongue licked the underside of my shaft and then around my helmet. Every few seconds he would stop and do one solitary bob on my rock hard cock before continuing to lick around the outside. It was the strangest sensation, but felt so good. I rubbed the back of his head with my hand. He looked up and smiled at me, pleased that I was awake. He then returned to my cock and continued the pleasure. I looked round the room and saw a lamp shade knocked over and clothes scattered across the floor. Slowly I started to piece together the events of the previous night. I looked over to the bedside table to see what the time was, it was pretty early, I then caught a glimpse of my fiancé staring back at me. I quickly put the picture frame face down and returned my attention to my new lover. He was now carefully sucking on my balls. Licking them at first, coating them in his saliva, before taking them in his mouth. Christ it felt good. I lay back and closed my eyes, absorbing the pleasure. I could feel his arms reaching up, running his fingers over my bare chest. I took one of his hands and placed his finger inside my mouth. I then playfully bit it, he looked up and gave a sexy smile. He moved to the head of the bed and lay next to me. His hand tightly gripped my shaft and slowly started to jerk me off. I could smell his breath on me as we stared at each other in complete silence. You could cut the tension with a knife. He stopped playing with my cock and asked me to open my mouth which I did. He then inserted two fingers inside me and made me taste myself. The salty flavour just made me hornier. This is the taste I longed for. Why eat a pussy when you can suck a cock? I reached down and felt my lovers cock, it too was rock hard. I pushed him back onto the mattress, my fiancé’s side of the bed and disappeared under the duvet. I just loved that smell that gets trapped by the duvet. The gorgeous sex smell only a cock can produce. I opened my mouth and took his mature prick deep inside. He tasted good and I quickly went to work on him. I could tell he was enjoying it from the muffled moans I could hear outside the duvet. His hands slowly rubbed the back of my head as I inched him further towards climaxing. I loved milking men dry, and I intended to suck every last drop out of him. His body began to rock back and forth in rhythm to my head bobbing up and down. I playfully squeezed his balls, encouraging him to shoot his load. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long. I felt his warm goo hit the back of my throat and then another wave followed. He really was cumming hard. He tasted so good. He was crying out for me to stop, his cock had become so sensitive. But I didn’t let up, I wanted every last drop. Eventually I released his rod from my grasp and made my way out of the sex cave. I emerged to a man that looked physically exhausted, red in the face and very satisfied. The only problem being that I hadn’t cummed. I instructed him to turn around and let me have my filthy way with his ass…