After a while, an Aussie bloke joined us and was introduced to me as Pat – g’day Pat! He was medium height, slim, with an upside-down head (bald with a beard). He appeared to be in close company with another equally attractive man – I think Dorothy may have introduced them?
We went our separate ways for dinner but met later for dancing and drinks. Pat and friend also joined us and a good time was had by all, but no sex!
The following day I met Leanne again and our general chat became somewhat racier as the day progressed. A quick kiss on the lips sealed our consent, but a full-on snog would be better in private. “What is your cabin number?” Asked Leanne. “We can’t go to my cabin because my husband will be there.” I almost choked on my drink. Husband? WTF?? What is she playing at???
“Don’t look so mortified. Pat and I are separated and just sharing a twin cabin to keep the costs down; two can travel for the same price as one on Cunard! He came out as gay five years ago after many years of marriage and two sons. The bloke he is with is the host for the ‘Friends of Dorothy’ group, and they quite like each other.” I think she was making sense. “I don’t know about you, but I have had enough to drink and am as randy as hell.” It would be rude not to!
No sooner had the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign been displayed and my cabin door locked, than we were all over each other like a rash. Our lips instantly locked into a frenzied game of tonsil tennis as we both attempted to suction the other’s tongue from its roots. Hands desperately fumbling to remove clothing that had been preventing access to erogenous skin. A tit, a nipple, a cock, a pussy.
I moved my mouth from her lips to her earlobe and neck, and my hands to her bum determined to explore every bit of her horny flesh. “Finger, inside me now! Do it. I want it. Two fingers inside my pussy now. Find my g-spot and frig me off. I need to cum.” I had been told, so wasted no time gliding my hand over her ‘landing strip’ and guiding two fingers into the wettest sweetest pussy imaginable. I briefly sucked on a nipple then bit it as I found her erect clit with my thumb. “Do it. Do it. Do it.” She writhed and squirmed and convulsed as she covered my hand with girly cum juice. “Fucking hell,” she said, still struggling for breath, “I fucking well needed that. Now we can fuck properly, but first order a bottle of Champagne, I need to quench my thirst before going down on you!”
Room service was prompt a courteous as always. “Cheers.” We sipped and kissed and snogged with Champagne filled mouths. We lay on the bed, cuddling and kissing and exploring; finding erogenous zones and exploring them further; often the whole body is more sexually charged than the genitals.
She stroked my cock and balls and opened her mouth to engulf my manhood. WOW, this girl knew what she was doing, why the fuck was her husband gay? I shuffled around so that I could grope her pussy in the hope that she would manoeuvre on top of me for mutual oral sex. She did, and I was in my element. I clamped my lips around her labia and probed her pussy as deep as my tongue would permit; she tasted good. I moved sensuously to her clit and touched its hood with my tongue; it immediately came out to play and Leanne took my cock to the back of her throat as a reward for my lingual skills. Orally we played and teased and tried to bring each other off for ages; I wanted her on a tidal wave of orgasms but I did not want to cum too soon in an ejaculation that would shorten our pleasure dome.
“If you are not going to let me suck you off then you are going to give me a bloody good fucking, but don’t you dare cum in my pussy, I know exactly where I want you to cum!” Err… Yes Ma’am. I had been told! “The second you’re about to pop, pull out and let me wank you off over my tits. I want to see you cum, I want to witness a fountain of semen, I want to make you squirm and beg for me to stop knowing all along that you don’t want me to stop. Now start fucking me.”
Cock in pussy can be ‘vanilla’ sex or it can be dirty sex, imaginative sex, wild sex. Sex with Leanne proved to be anything but ‘vanilla’. For two weeks we took sex to the next level every day, this girl was insatiable, but then all good things come to an end (and my end needed a holiday from her end). Or do they?
“You can’t be serious, are you really being serious?” Yes, I was being serious. Emirates Rome to Sydney via Dubai. I booked a ticket and bade au revoir to my lover and her husband.
Two weeks later I was lying naked in a rented bed-sit in the Darlinghurst district of Sydney, watching my completely epilated lover pour two glasses of champagne to toast our first mammoth sex session as the Only Straight Couple in the Gay Village!
Sex between us got more imaginative after we visited the sex shop in Taylor Square called ‘Tool Shed’ – I thought it would sell workmen’s tools, not fisting dildos! We tried bondage, rather a lot actually, and it worked for both of us. She wanted to experiment with pegging me and I eventually agreed; it was way nicer than I had anticipated. We watched porn together. We had lots of very good sex together! She had never had anal sex but thought my cock was too big for her first attempt. We talked about her husband’s sexuality and how humans can be attracted to humans regardless of chromosomes and genitalia.
“Do you want to fuck my husband? I can tell by the way you talk about him and the way you ‘flirt’ with him that you fancy him almost as much as you fancy me. I know he likes you, he told me so and is always asking what sex with you is like. He would if you want him, and I won’t mind so long as you promise me one thing and that is that you will never leave me for him.”
I was speechless. I had flown halfway around the world for a relationship with Leanne and I was being offered two for the price of one. He is cute though! “Look, I always suspected that you were bi-sexual, and living in an area where there is way more spare cock than available pussy was bound to make you interested. How about a threesome? I have never watched my husband having sex with another man before, I think that would be quite a turn on for me. Or even a foursome? Remember the yummy mummy at Palms Disco last night? She made a pass at me; she is cute and I am up for it if you are.”
Two days later, Leanne and I caught a taxi for the short ride from Darlinghurst to Kings Cross where Pat lived in a designer penthouse apartment with views to the Harbour Bridge. We toasted the evening with a little champagne, but we all three knew why we were there, so why waste time. Leanne kissed her husband and then me, this was her sign of approval. I looked Pat in the eyes as I held his hands, then kissed him. We kissed once more before the pheromones kicked in and we were snogging big time. We caressed through clothes and I could feel his erection on my thigh. Leanne led us into the bedroom and undressed us before disrobing herself. She sat on a small chair her legs apart and started playing with her pussy. Pat and I moved to the bed and began making love.
His body was smooth and his fully erect cock was small yet perfectly formed. I took it in my hand. It felt so good, it felt so right. He stroked my cock and balls like a master and I followed suit. This was ‘making love’ but it had the charged potential to become a shag-fest. I started wanking him and playing with his balls, he spread his legs slightly and I ran a finger towards his arse. It puckered as I touched the opening and I knew I wanted to fuck him and that he would let me. Oh boy!
He pushed me back and went down on me with his mouth whilst finding every erogenous zone in my groin with his fingers. I had been pegged by his wife; maybe, just maybe I could take a good anal shafting from him tonight. He went deep throat on me and I moaned, the sensation was fantastic; I glanced over to Leanne, she was in a world of her own with half her hand in her pussy enjoying the live show featuring hubby and lover!
I was desperate to suck Pat’s cock. I wanted his cock in my mouth and his cum down my throat as much as I wanted my cock and cum in his arse. “Suck me off then bugger my arse. That’s what I really like; I can do you if you want but I am a much better bottom than I am a top!” Pat had spoken softly and sweetly; what he wanted was exactly what I wanted. “Finish me off first, I prefer it that way.” Pat really knew what he wanted. I obliged.
It didn’t take him long. Either I am a natural at sucking cock or he hadn’t shot a load in weeks. Leanne joined us on the bed as I sucked the last from her husband’s cock. She pulled my head off Pat’s erection, I thought she wanted to suck it as a reminder, but no. She wanted cum in her mouth but not directly from him. She snogged me as though she was into serious cum-sharing and wanted to clean every drop from my mouth. She took my hand and placed it on her wetness for me to pleasure as Pat hugged both of us.
It was Leanne who sucked my cock for a short while before guiding me towards Pat’s butt for some anal action. I could not be gentle, I was way too horny, so just went for it. The sensation? Smooth and silky like a tight pussy; Pat had clearly prepared himself for some bottom fucking with douche and lube. Leanne squeezed my balls and I shot my load into her husband as I snogged his wife. Weird or kinky? Who cares, we are consenting adults having a sexy playtime.
That whole experience heightened the heterosexual relationship between us; we didn’t become any more wild, just more intense.
Friday night and we went to Palms Disco as usual. Pat was there and we danced a little, Leanne’s ‘yummy mummy’ was there and they danced a lot! “Come on, we are off to Sue’s – it’s my turn for a lesbo shag and you are invited too.” Leanne was in horny experimental mode and her ‘yummy mummy’ friend, Sue, was up for a bi-man to be there. Result!
Sue’s home was a colonial-style house where she lived with her two kids; they were away for the weekend with their father (or was it fathers) so she was free to play with whoever and however she wanted and she wanted Leanne and an audience.
Barely through the door and the girls were snogging – that reminded me of how my first night with Leanne began. “Napa Valley plonk I am afraid.” Sue broke the kiss and I resumed the kiss where she had left off. This may be Leanne and Sue’s night but I had been invited. Hadn’t I? Sue returned with three glasses of wine: “Hey fella, you can fuck Leanne on any weekday you want, tonight, she is mine not yours so leave the pussy pleasing to little old me.” With that, she handed out the wine, gave Leanne a quick snog and me a pleasing cock grope to which Leanne objected jokingly: “Hey lover girl, you are doing me tonight, if you want to share my fella you can but not tonight. Tonight is for pussy play, muff diving and carpet munching NOT for fucking the brains out of my man – unless we change our minds. Cheers!” Sue had spoken and Leanne had spoken – time to drink up and get naked, albeit in the observation lounge for me (unless they change their minds).
To my surprise, Sue’s bush was hairy. Triangular pubic hair; I had not seen that for years. Leanne had long since abandoned her landing strip for a completely smooth beaver. Game on! Hard-on!!
Hands and mouths and lips and tongues and fingers. They were getting into it and I just had to start wanking as my girlfriend engaged in sensual lesbian action for her satisfaction and my entertainment. Sue was the first to go down; that made sense, she was openly gay and almost certainly knew how to give girly head better than Leanne who was more adept at sucking cock. Give yourself over to absolute pleasure? Yup, that is what Leanne did. I know my girl, once she starts on the road to her multi-orgasm plateau there is no stopping her.
Watching Leanne go down on Sue was like a dream come true for a man. A wet dream comes true. Leanne was a fast learner and Sue was soon lapping up being lapped up. Two wet pussies getting wetter by the minute and my hard dick in hand getting harder as their enthusiast voyeur. You could pay good money for a show like this and have to keep your dick in your trousers!
The toys came out and the toys went in: vibros, dildos, double dildos, monster dildos, you name it. The two horny bitches were determined to make the other cum harder and harder with each and every toy. I got closer to the action without taking part and got sprayed with Sue’s squirting cum, much to the delight of Leanne. “Fucking hell, this is fucking great and I have just made a dyke squirt over a man; how cool is that? Come on you erectile wanker, on your back I want Sue to make me squirt over you.” Sue obliged then they both squirted over and over again, I was drenched in sweet perfumed pussy cum.
Sue was determined to get the last lesbian control of this sexy sex session. “My turn to take over.” She said, “Time for baby Sue to take newbie Leanne to the next level. I am going to fist you whilst you suck your boyfriend’s cock and empty his balls.” Leanne lay on her back, legs and labia spread for Sue’s penetration whilst I ‘allowed’ my erection to be sucked dry.
One hell of a night to remember that followed one hell of a night to remember and two nights that threatened to be just that: memories. My visa was about to expire. I had loved and lusted and loved again. 90 days is not a long time, it really isn’t. I had had a very satisfying twosome and a couple of exploratory threesomes, but I had to catch a flight without really knowing anything. Goodbye xxx
