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[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]You know that after her girlfriend left, we had a very long talk about this shit, right? And the hits just kept coming as she "laid down the law" on me and made it clear that her girlfriend had free reign and access to her for sex any time she wanted to and that should I be there, they had agreed that I would be more than welcome to join them.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"But that doesn't mean you can get any of the dick running around here - and don't even think about giving up our dick to any of these bitches around here that I know for a fact wants a piece of you!" she said - and her tone of voice made it clear to me that the implied threat was very real. I felt... trapped? I'm not sure how to describe it. One the one hand, I was strangely okay with this new... arrangement while being totally pissed off at how one-sided all of this had become.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"How come you get to have a piece on the side... but I don't?" I asked.

"Because that's the way it is," she said. "If you don't like it, you can always leave."

I knew that - was even thinking about doing just that... and also knew I wasn't going anywhere but wait - it got "better."

"So if I'm at work and you're here and she stops by, she has my permission to fuck you," my girl said.

"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked and I'll be totally honest: I just asked that question because it had to be asked; for a lesbian, that woman knew her way around a dick and if our initial introduction was any indication, well, she liked dick... or maybe just my dick... I was so totally confused by all of this.

"No, you don't; if baby wants your dick, you'd better give it to her," my girl said.

"Or else, huh?" I asked.

"See - you are as smart as I knew you to be!" she said. "Now... give up the dick, lover."

And I did because, yeah, having sex with her was one hell of a rollercoaster ride. She's riding me wildly and I was actually thinking and wondering why we had never had sex when we went to school - but I knew the answer to that because she had told me that she had, in fact, wanted to fuck me back then but was too shy to say anything to me.

But this double standard thing was really fucking with me and I was awake all night trying to wrap my head around it and, apparently, things being equal in a relationship wasn't as much of a thing as I thought it was. It's one thing to hear about this but something else to find yourself being all caught up in it. One the one hand, shit, I got to have sex with two women and one was a lesbian! On the other hand, everything I thought I knew about being in love and in a relationship had just gotten shredded into itty-bitty pieces.

And I didn't know what to do.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I came home from work one day and found our apartment apparently empty, well, until I headed for the bathroom and when I got to our bedroom door, I could hear her caught in the throes of having an orgasm and, at first, I thought she was in there getting herself off, something she had confessed liking to do whenever she had a few moments. I paid my water bill and went to go into the room...

And she was there... with another woman who had her head buried deeply between my girlfriend's legs! I was kinda in shock and I say "kinda" because I had begun to suspect that she wasn't being as faithful as she professed to be but was of a mind that what I suspected was one thing - but what I could prove was something else... and here was the proof. I wasn't as pissed off as I probably should have felt - I just felt that icky feeling to have my suspicions confirmed; just as I was about to announce my presence, my girl opened her eyes, saw me standing there - smiled - and said, "Hey, baby! I didn't hear you come in!"

"I guess not," I said with as much sarcasm as I could manage. "Probably hard to hear me over top of having an orgasm, huh?"

She giggled, then sighed happily since the woman between her legs was still going down on her. What nerve! She came again, looked back at me and said, "You might as well get undressed and join us."

And that's exactly what I did. The other woman stopped eating my girl to watch me get undressed and, once naked - and very, very erect - she said, "Hmm... yeah, you were right - he's got a nice dick. Hey... bring that over here and let me introduce myself to him..."

Holy shit... did she ever introduce herself! Between the two of them sucking on my dick - and me eating the both of them before taking turns fucking them both, I was totally and completely trashed. I'm lying between them, they're both snuggled up to me and I finally had the sense to ask, "What the hell is going on here?"

Well, come to find out that the other woman was her long-time girlfriend... and a lesbian, at that. Now, like most people - and at that time - the thought of a lesbian having sex with a man was unheard of. When my girl told me her girl was lesbian, I turned to look at this "new" addition with a questioning look and she just shrugged, smiled, and said, "Baby girl told me you were good in bed so why wouldn't I want to find out if she was telling the truth or not?"

One part of me saw the sense in this while it not making any damned sense at all.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My first real exposure to the bisexual double standard was mind-boggling, confusing, and so very weird. I had a girlfriend who was just as bisexual as I was and the good thing was that we both knew this about each other. In the early days of our relationship - when we weren't fucking like rabbits on crack - we'd sit and talk about our experiences which was pretty exciting because we had, in fact, gone to high school together and had even been in a couple of the same classes.

One day, we were out - I think we were going to the store - when we ran into one of her male gay friends; she introduced us and - I'll say "of course" the guy started flirting with me... and she got pissed; once we went on about our business, man, she was giving me a lot of grief because the guy was basically talking shit to me about what he could do for me and all that.

I was perplexed; it wasn't like I said anything in response to his very heavy flirting - I just kinda stood there and smiled but she was going on and on about how I'd better not even think about doing anything with this guy... or any other guy for that matter. I had no intention on taking this guy up on his offers and said as much but it didn't seem to stop her from being pissed off.

"I don't know why you're giving me all this grief," I said once I reached my limit for being fussed at. "You act like I was coming on to him and you damned well know I wasn't!"

"I know but, still, don't even think about it!" she said.

I rolled my eyes - women are some really strange critters but as far as I was concerned, the matter was settled... not that it was a "matter" to begin with. Let's jump ahead a few days...[/SIZE][/FONT]

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It wouldn't be for quite a few more years before my wife actually got to see my brother and I going at each other in what was, admittedly, the weirdest group sex thing to date... but none of us thought it was all that weird but probably because our women both knew about the two of us.

Because of our open marriage, sure - sometimes I'd come home from being with a guy and regale her with how it all went down and, sure, sometimes, I'd come home with some guy's sperm still stuck in my butt or, at the best of or worse, my butt would be sore from the fucking I got. It was either a "good time" or "it could have been better" - but it's always easy to say that after the fact.

Besides, I'd spent so much of my life being fucked by guys that notions of it being "weird" just stopped registering with me; ya either got fucked or you didn't and it really didn't matter a whole lot. Yeah, today? You gotta be "special" to me to be able to fuck me although there are times I wanna be fucked... just because I need to be fucked and I don't find that weird at all...

It's just the way I am and can be. I'd rather spend all day sucking a guy's dick than to be fucked because I don't feel like being bothered by all the preparation more than anything else but, again, that's just me. I just know and learned that once you get used to being fucked, it just stops being weird...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]"It's different with your brother, though," she said.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Very different," I agreed. "We can be highly pissed with each other but we'd still want to get naked and suck and fuck each other silly... and I can't really explain how and why that makes any sense given that no one is of a mind to have sex with someone they don't like and you know good and damned well you don't like them."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Really weird, too, huh?" she asked.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"About as weird as anything could be," I said, changing lanes to pass yet another slow moving car. "Ha... we'd be fighting, mom would break us up and send us to our room and he'd ask me if I wanted to do it and I always said yes... even though we both wanted to keep punching each other's lights out. You'd think that we'd try to hurt each other having sex... but that never happened and I know it never crossed my mind. I guess we were having make-up sex... until the next time we'd wind up fighting. Shit... we'd do each other, get finished, and go right back to being mad enough to start fighting again."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Out of all the guys who have ever fucked me, I liked being fucked by him more than any other," I said. "We didn't have to prove anything to each other; one of us would want to do it, ask the other, and we'd do it although, now that I'm thinking about it, he'd ask me more than I'd ask him but the thing was no matter which one of us asked, the other would never say no."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"And y'all still do it?" she asked - but I knew that she knew that already.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Yeah... sometimes, when we've not seen each other for a while, he'll show up, we get to talking to get caught up and at some point, we'll wind up getting naked and having sex; sometimes it's a blow job but most of the time, yeah, we're fucking each other," I said.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Even if you're mad at each other for something?"[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Even if," I confirmed. "If there was a guy I wanted to fuck me, it was him - and I still can't explain it and he doesn't understand it any better than I do and believe me - we've talked about this a lot over the years. These days, it's just something I don't think about; if he wants to fuck, we can fuck - no questions asked or needed. Would I still kick his ass? I sure would and wouldn't feel bad about it, either."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Weird..." she said.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Very. But as weird as that was it didn't feel as weird as having some other guy fucking me," I allowed. "I can't honestly say that I love my brother; I don't hate him as much as I have a great dislike for him... but, sure, if he wants to have sex with me, we can do it and it's always very pleasurable."[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"I really don't know," I finally said. "I want the guy to fuck me; I want him to stick his dick in me, fuck me, then cum inside me and if he does that, well, I'm satisfied. It might be that I don't expect him to do anything other than that. Over the years, I guess I got away from expecting any guy who'd stick his dick in me to make it good for me and to have that sense of satisfaction over having a dick in my ass because I wanted a dick in my ass. Did that make sense?"

"What if he cums too fast?" she asked.

"That used to piss me off, too - but being a guy, you really know that it happens even when you don't want it to happen. I know girls hate that shit most of the time but I've had a lot of time to think about what it is I like about being fucked and what I want the other guy to do... and what I really want him to do is cum in me and to feel him doing it. So, if it happens early, well, didn't he do what I wanted him to do?"

"You really have a strange way of looking at this," she said.

"It works for me and more so when it's clear to me that if you don't expect anything, you can't be disappointed by anything so you keep it simple: Stick your dick in my ass and cum in me and, yeah, sometimes, the sooner, the better - but don't women feel like that, too?"

"Yeah, sometimes we do," she admitted. "You take too long to bust that nut and the shit gets uncomfortable and we can lose interest, too."

"Yeah, I know that," I said since I'd had a lot of women tell me the same thing including my own wife.

"So you've told me that you got fucked a lot back in the day... but not so much these days; is there a reason for that?" she asked.

"Yeah - sometimes, I don't feel like being fucked, that and I've come to understand - again - some of the same things women learn in that there are some guys you want fucking you and some guys you wouldn't fuck for any reason. Sometimes, it's not all about what you want to do but who's looking to do it to you and, yeah, sometimes, you just don't want to be bothered with it," I said. "The bad part is that a lot of guys expect you to give up the booty to them and it doesn't mean shit to them if you tell them you don't wanna be fucked."

"You've learned some shit, that's for sure," she said. "Ha... you understand women better than you think you do!"

"You learn some shit when there's another guy treating you like a girl," I said with a sigh. "You really want a guy fucking you to give a shit about you other than just being a means to an end for him, right?"

"Damned right," she said.

"Once upon a time, I'd give up my ass to be fucked just because... but now I really think about whether or not I want to give it up to someone and, sometimes, I just don't because like women learn, you really get tired of being treated like just a piece of ass," I said. "So I pick and choose who gets to fuck me."

"Makes sense," she said - but as a woman, I felt that she would easily see the sense in it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]"I guess it does; when you're a girl, you kinda feel girly most of the time, right?" she asked before she started laughing again.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]We drove along for the next several miles in near silence and my mind was reviewing all of the times I'd had a guy on top of me and he was driving his dick in and out of my asshole. It felt good and, yeah, I supposed it did feel weird to have a guy doing to me what I'd do to both girls and guys.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"What's the best part for you when a guy is fucking you?" she asked, breaking the silence.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"When he cums," I said without hesitation. "Well, to feel him sliding in and out of you feels good, too, you know, depending on how he's fucking you but after a while, it kinda stops feeling good and your body is kinda waiting to feel his dick get bigger and fatter... then it's pumping away; sometimes you can feel it going in you, sometimes you can't but he's pumping away and you know what he's doing to you."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Yeah... trying to get you pregnant," she quipped - and that started yet another round of near hysterical laughter. "You ever get upset when a guy fucks you and he doesn't cum?"[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Oh, yeah - that used to piss me off something fierce," I said with a laugh of my own. "I'd be lying there, waiting for him to shoot his load into me and... he pulls out saying he can't cum... and I'd get mad and think that he just put me through all of that for nothing. I realized that it happens and, truth be told, it didn't happen all that often and, well, I just learned not to get bent out of shape about it because I did want to be fucked and he fucked me."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"That shit pisses women off," she said. "Even though you're kinda glad he didn't cum in you because you can't get pregnant if he doesn't cum - well, for the most part, anyway."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"True enough," I agreed. "But since we don't have to worry about that, I guess that it just makes sense that if you're going to be fucked, you want that load pumped into you."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Ever wish you hadn't done it?"[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"A lot of times," I said, feeling my face frown up. "It always sound like a good idea and sometimes turns out to be the worst decision you could have made. Some guys aren't of a mind to make it feel good to you and some guys are, at least for me, way too rough to be enjoyed; then you're lying there and praying that he hurries the fuck up and cum so he can get out of you... and, yeah, just like women tend to experience as well."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"How do you deal with that?" she asked.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"I don't know about other guys but I had to change the way I thought about being fucked and understanding that, yeah, sometimes you can do the right thing with the wrong guy so now it's about being able to take away as many positives as you can. I'd get fucked by a guy and it was the worst decision I made... but I did get fucked and he did suck me off before he fucked me so I did get something out of it even if I didn't like the way things went."

"That's an interesting way to look at it," she said.

"I guess. Good and bad are subjective things and most of the time, it's only bad when you think about it after the fact. Sometimes it starts out being "bad" or, really, not what you expected or wanted but you keep letting it happen because it could get better... and when it doesn't, sure - it makes you feel like you made a huge mistake."

"So you really got to understand what dudes put women through and makes them feel when they give up the pussy, huh?" she asked.

"I really did," I confirmed. "I don't know about other guys like me but knowing this changed the way I have sex with women; you just try the best you can to not have her thinking that she made a huge mistake by giving up the pussy to you."

"It is hard for a guy to please you when he fucks you?" she asked... and I blinked because before she asked the question, I had never given any thought to this aspect at all.


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