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    A Present For The One I Love – a Bisexual Story

    10 May, 2018 (21:08) | Bisexual Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Michael Stow (


    My wife’s sex drive is much higher than mine, so she
    ends up often frustrated. I have finally found the
    solution to our problem: I found a lover for her. But
    as it turns out, it’s not easy to persuade her. (MMF,
    wife, voy, swing)


    We were walking through the woods near our home at the
    time of the shock. Julie did not take it well; she
    thought that I didn’t love her. But she was wrong about

    The problem had always been there, though neither of us
    really noticed to begin with. Since we were married she
    had always wanted sex more than I wanted sex. But as
    time went on it began to become a problem; Julie was
    getting frustrated. In the early days we had seen
    counselors and doctors, but neither had helped. Except
    that one counselor had told us that the obvious
    solution of getting a lover for Susan was not one that
    they would consider suggesting. At the time we both
    nodded in complete agreement, but the fact that she
    said it at all had been a surprise for me because I had
    never even thought of that idea.

    That was two years before our walk in the woods, and I
    was still as close to Julie as I had ever been. But on
    this occasion, when we walked through the woods, Julie
    had suggested that we disappear away from the beaten
    track into the densely packed evergreen trees for some

    Well, I knew what sort of fun she meant and normally
    that would be great, and not somewhere where we had had
    sex before. But the truth was that the previous night
    had been one of great passion, and that left me without
    any drive for about two or three days usually. I know,
    that is probably a long time to most men out there but
    that is where our problem stems from. So I declined.
    She knew I would. It was then that I said it:


    “What?” she replied.

    “I have been thinking about us for some time and our
    problem. There is only one way to solve your problem
    and I think we should try to solve it.”


    “I know that you are under a lot of stress because of
    me and I don’t want you to be. Eventually (though you
    might not think so at the moment) it may break up our
    marriage. I love you too much for that. So I will not
    mind if you find someone that you find attractive and
    take him as a lover.”

    Actually the ‘will not mind’ was an understatement. It
    had been going through my mind more and more and was
    becoming a fantasy. Initially Julie thought that I was
    joking but couldn’t really see the humour in it. After
    a few seconds though it was clear that I wasn’t and she
    pushed me away and stormed off back along the grassy
    worn track we had just followed, without talking to me,
    back to the car. She sat in the back, annoyed, and
    waited for me to drive her home. All the way home the
    only thing that she said was “Just what do you think
    that I am?” to which I simply replied that she was my
    wife and I was sorry if I upset her � I had no
    intention of hurting her.

    It was certainly intended to be for her benefit, but I
    rather fancied this happening anyway. So over the next
    few months I put on more pressure. I deliberately
    turned down her advances more often than I had before �
    maybe that would keep her libido on the boil. Added to
    that I brought fantasy games to our lovemaking. We
    would sometimes pretend that I had two women in bed and
    other times pretended that Julie had two men in bed
    with her. Then we pretended that she had some gorgeous
    hunk with her while I watched from the side and that it
    was her birthday present, or something like that.

    One year after the incident in the woods we went for a
    walk again in the same place. We often went out for
    walks, particularly to woodland or lakeside places
    where we could watch some wildlife and be on our own.
    By then my libido was lower than ever, or so she
    thought, because I had managed to pretend increasingly
    little interest during most of the previous year by
    quietly masturbating often to keep the pressure off me.
    We had hardly made love in the previous two months. Now
    was the time for a second try.

    We found a bench on the main footpath through the
    woodland to sit down at. We sat in silence for some
    time at first. Probably Julie was thinking, as I was,
    about what had happened between us the year before. I
    broke the silence:

    “Julie, I didn’t mean to upset you last year when we
    were here. I am sorry.”

    “I know,” she said, resting her head on my shoulder,
    “you only said it because you care for me. I know.”

    “Yes. And that offer is still there if you need to take
    it,” I put in, almost wincing at the reaction I might

    “Yes, I know” was all she replied, and the silence fell
    for another 30 seconds or so.

    “Wouldn’t you mind me seeing another man?” she

    Now that was a difficult question. If I said that I
    would mind then that barred her from doing it. But if I
    said that I didn’t mind then she might again think that
    I didn’t love her. But I quickly thought of this to

    “Darling. I love you dearly and will never love anyone
    else like I love you. I also believe that you feel the
    same way about me. I feel quite secure in that and I do
    not think that you would leave me or fall in love with
    a man who was there simply as your play thing. Will I
    feel jealousy anyway? Well I am not sure, but I think
    that I wouldn’t while I feel secure in our marriage.
    The plan would have to have several rules for that. In
    particular it would be a different man each time, or at
    least regularly changed, and for another I must always
    be involved; you never see him without me.”

    And that was that. We sat in sunshine for another ten
    minutes and went on our way.

    About three months have passed since I was there in the
    woods that time, and yesterday something extraordinary
    happened. She phoned me at work on my mobile phone from
    her mobile phone. Initially she appeared to be just
    phoning me because she wanted to talk to me. But after
    the first few minutes there came a pause in the
    conversation, followed by

    “We have had a new recruit in our office today. He
    thinks he’s a lady killer.”

    My heart jumped at what I thought may be happening. I
    wondered why she was telling me about a new recruit,
    she doesn’t normally.

    “Is he good looking then?” I asked.

    “Not particularly,” she replied, but I told her to be

    “Well, OK, yes I think that he is.”

    “Is he the solution to our problem then?” I constrained
    my voice to hide the tension and excitement I was

    “Yes he could be.” she said this with a giggle. Pow!
    That came like a sledgehammer shock to my system.

    “Oh good,” I lamely replied. Julie carried on in a kind
    of exaggerated humorous tone:

    “I was wondering if I could sleep with him tonight,
    like you said I could.”

    Wow! This is a young lady who goes to church on

    “What have you told him?” I snapped.


    “Well what makes you think that you would succeed even
    if I said yes?” again, I snapped.

    “Well I just thought that he likes me. Forget it I’m
    just pulling your leg.”

    “Well I want to meet him. Is he single? Is he new in
    town? Find an excuse to invite him round to dinner,” I
    said, and then changed the subject. I think we were
    both embarrassed as well as excited.

    Normally one could almost set the clock by the time
    that Julie came in from work: five past six. Today it
    was closer to half past when she turned up, and the new
    recruit, Matthew, was with her. His height made him a
    little intimidating and his clearly handsome features
    made him more so.

    His confidence was clear as he held out his hand to
    shake mine. Julie apologized to me because we had not
    arranged to have anyone to dinner until the last
    moment, and we both had to scrabble around in the
    kitchen desperately trying to find something to make a
    good meal with. In the end the best we could do was
    spaghetti bologneise.

    Julie and I took turns to do things in the kitchen
    while the other went and chatted with Matthew. But
    during our moments in the kitchen together, my wife and
    I quickly spoke about him. Julie started:

    “I was only joking on the phone you know.”

    “Well, let’s think about it before we dismiss the idea”
    I replied. I didn’t want this opportunity to be missed.
    “I know that we need to do something soon, and he seems
    to be a nice man. Come on, Julie, I know you fancy him,
    and I would love to think that you are happier than you
    are at the moment.”

    “I am happy,” she assured me. “We just have a problem
    that needs sorting.”

    That was it; that answer confirmed to me that she was
    up for it. Julie didn’t know it, but I had an erection
    like no other I’d ever had. If she noticed then that
    might make her think that she doesn’t need Matthew and
    the whole momentum of the situation would be lost.

    We served up the dinner and carried on chatting. He was
    single, had a girlfriend in Manchester (but it wasn’t a
    serious relationship as far as he was concerned), just
    finished a PhD in Economics at Aberdeen University and
    was clearly ambitious. I felt quite inferior, but
    Julie’s eyes shone, her smile was real and her cheeks
    were flushed all the time that we talked. Eventually
    the discussion reached a hiatus; I had told Matthew
    about me and Julie while he had told us much about
    himself. I should have confirmed with Julie about how
    to proceed, but I didn’t want to halt the momentum. So
    I went straight to the point:

    “Matthew, there is something that I need to discuss
    with you that is delicate, and I need to be assured
    that the conversation will go no further than us here,
    whatever the outcome. In short, Matthew, can you be

    Julie stiffened and the smile dropped from her face and
    was replaced by anxiety as she turned her head and
    stared at me.

    “Err, yes of course, as long as it isn’t illegal,” he
    replied. He was startled by this turn of the
    conversation. And once I had said it I felt regret that
    I had started. But there was no turning back now.

    “Julie and I have a little marital problem. To be
    blunt, I have not been able to give her enough sex and
    today we decided what we must do about it. Julie finds
    you very attractive and wants to have sex with you. I
    have given her permission to do so.”

    I have never seen Julie blush so much in my entire
    life. She looked at her plate and muttered something
    about getting more wine as she virtually ran out into
    the kitchen.

    “Err, I… I don’t think that Julie does want to,” said
    Matthew after she had gone. It did look like that and I
    felt really, really stupid.

    “I’ll have a word with her,” I said and left for the
    kitchen. “Have you changed your mind?”

    “I am not sure this is a good idea,” she replied. She
    was still red with embarrassment. But I could also see
    that the front of her dress showed the slight shape of
    an erect nipple through the blouse she wore under her
    business suit; the idea was still a good one.

    “I am not sure that he is too keen either, but he might
    be in shock!” I said.

    We agreed to abort the plan, or rather Julie insisted
    on it. So we went back into the dining room and before
    I could say anything further, Matthew said, “I’ll do it
    if you like. Julie is very beautiful and I would be

    The intensely formal gentlemanly politeness seemed
    silly and yet I cannot think of anything that he could
    have said better. This was the crunch point. Julie can
    either take it further or not as the case may be, so I
    kept quiet and she said “What do we do now?”

    That question implied that she wanted to do this, so I
    said, “Julie, you have not had time to get changed yet.
    Why don’t you get changed.” She did. While Julie was
    upstairs, Matthew asked some questions; he sounded

    “Do you mean tonight? Now?”

    I nodded.

    “This is to be discrete, you said?”

    I nodded.

    “I don’t want my girlfriend getting a hint of this. Or
    anyone else.”

    I nodded again.

    “She hasn’t got any sexually transmitted diseases has

    I shook my head: “No. Have you?”

    He shook his head also. And so the questioning went on
    until Julie came down the stairs.

    Adrenalin surged around my body when I realised that
    she was wearing her stunning evening dress, a pair of
    high heeled shoes and a pair of dangly earrings! No
    mixed messages there! Matthew immediately took off his

    Julie was incredible. She had taken complete control of
    the situation. She pulled Matthew to his feet and told
    me to put on some music. Then she said that she wanted
    to dance with Matthew first, and they did the waltz for
    about 10 minutes. I cleared the table by dumping
    everything quickly into the kitchen and turned the
    lights down and sat on a corner stool out of the way.

    Their stance was awkward at first but began to relax
    after a minute or two. While they were dancing Matthew
    felt for the zip at the back of her dress and slowly
    brought it down. Julie looked at me while he did this,
    and I smiled my approval; my heart was beating fast.
    Julie leaned closer into him and embraced in a more
    familiar way. I imagined her soft breasts pushing
    against his chest through their clothing. Matthew
    stopped the dance and removed his jacket and then took
    up the dance again. Soon he slipped his hand into her
    dress at the back and gently stroked her back. Her eyes
    closed at the touch but a feeling of guilt prevented
    her from making a response.

    So Matthew just kept on dancing and stroking, and so
    after about 10 minutes of music and smooching, finally
    Julie’s left hand wandered down to Matthews behind and
    caressed his right cheek. That’s when I knew that she
    was really enjoying this; she was going to go through
    with this. With the dancing continuing, albeit in a
    slightly awkward manner, Matthew now had both hands
    inside her dress at the back but holding firmly,
    keeping the couple together while Julie’s hands undid
    the buttons on his shirt and then tugged it out from
    the top of his trousers.

    The atmosphere was electric and my heart was racing.
    Julie pressed against him with the side of her face
    against his smooth bare chest. Already she was in
    heaven. Matthew pushed the dress zip down the last few
    inches then gently pulled her away from his chest and
    pulled the dress forward so that it slipped along her
    arms. Julie obligingly pulled her arms back out of the
    dress and it hung down from the waist. Still they
    danced around the living room with Julie’s upper half,
    wearing only a bra, pushed against his bare chest.

    She undid the buckle on his belt as they abandoned the
    dancing. Julie pulled his trousers down and Matthew
    kissed her deeply on the lips. Julie pulled away and
    looked at me again, so I grinned and said, “Enjoy
    yourself, Julie.”

    She kissed him back passionately while he stepped out
    of his trousers. He pulled away from Julie and removed
    his own shirt while Julie pulled the dress down past
    her waist to the floor and stepped out of it then
    tossed it to me. It was clear that Matthew either works
    out or does some other physical activity, his arms and
    chest were muscular though not bulging with muscle.

    So they were both standing there with shoes and
    underclothes, Matthew had socks on and Julie had
    suspenders and stockings. She has always saved those
    for special nights when she wants to seduce me, such as
    wedding anniversaries. The high-heeled shoes looked
    fabulous on Julie but the shoes and socks on Matthew
    looked a little ridiculous.

    Matthew clearly had a huge erection now and Julie
    walked to him and kissed his chest, proceeded down,
    kissing across his stomach and kissed his erection
    through his boxer shorts, and finally her attention
    went to the shoes: she undid them and helped him to
    take off the shoes and socks. She also thought that he
    looked a little ridiculous in them. Then Matthew turned
    Julie round to get at the fastening on her bra.

    For the first time since the dress was removed Julie
    looked at me but this time it was with a smile. I said
    nothing but gave her a big approving smile and winked
    at her. Still with Julie facing me Matthew removed her
    bra and slid her pants down to her ankles. I have never
    seen her nipples so erect in all my life; they stood
    out horizontally almost a centimetre and she was
    blushing as she obligingly stepped out from the last
    barrier she had between his eyes and her most intimate

    Never before have I seen such an erotic and sensuous
    image as the woman that I love clearly experiencing
    such intense, naughty pleasure as this. The curves of
    her waist and hips were perfect. Her pretty face
    decorated with evocative earrings and make-up. Her big
    bosoms pointing straight at me. Then Matthew’s biceps
    bulged as he walked to her side and gently put one arm
    behind her knees, the other behind her chest and he
    effortlessly raised her in his arms, walked two paces
    to the settee and laid her horizontally there. He then
    removed his last piece of clothing � his boxer shorts �
    and climbed gently onto the settee with her underneath
    him and lowered himself to her.

    In that instant slight panic appeared on Julie’s face
    and she looked at me for confirmation, which I
    immediately supplied with a smile and a nod. Matthew
    hardly noticed this as he continued down onto her and
    Julie closed her eyes in bliss while opening her legs
    to adultery. Matthew slid gently into her and both
    sighed in unison together. Oh but he was good. He
    proceeded very slowly backwards and forwards taking his
    weight on his hands watching the young lady lying
    beneath him, her arms extended above her head in
    complete submission, her eyes closed as the pleasure
    gripped her.

    I think that Matthew’s impulse was to pump faster, but
    he carefully kept himself in check as he glided back
    and forth very slowly. I wish I had timed how long they
    were like that. It was many times longer than I could
    have held out in his position. Eventually Julie was
    nearing her orgasm. She grabbed Matthew with her right
    arm around his neck and her left arm around his chest
    and pulled herself up to his body, hugging it closely
    and wrapped her legs around his middle. Then she turned
    her head sideways and looked deep into my eyes across
    the room as her body shook and heavy breathing and
    moans of unimaginable pleasure took nearly all control
    away from her.

    That was an image that beat even the previously
    mentioned one for such erotic, sensuous beauty. Though
    I had not touched myself at all, I deposited several
    spurts of semen into my pants but that didn’t do much
    to relieve the sexual tension I felt. As Julie’s orgasm
    passed she relaxed, reached up and kissed Matthew under
    the chin (she couldn’t reach his lips) and dropped her
    body back to the settee. The kiss seemed to trigger
    Matthew’s orgasm; he lost control pumping quite fast
    and hard and Julie, I learned later, enjoyed the
    feeling of being filled with this young man’s seed.

    And so the climax to the evening passed splendidly.
    What an experience. This was new and exciting, probably
    for all three of us. Already I was looking forward to
    both rogering Julie myself and to Matthew coming to our
    house again. But will he come again?

    When Matthew’s orgasm had subsided he relaxed, paused,
    then lowered his head and kissed my Julie on the lips.
    I dare say that he wanted to sleep at that point, but
    he appeared to become suddenly aware again that I was
    watching. He climbed off the settee and picked up his
    clothes and held them in front of his genitalia and
    asked if he could shower. I showed him where the shower
    was and then I returned to Julie. She had already
    started to dress and was hurrying.

    With her knickers and bra back on she picked up the
    rest of her clothes and ran upstairs to our bedroom. I
    took the opportunity to go to the cloakroom and try to
    clean myself up before anyone realised that I had
    ejaculated in my pants. I didn’t do a thorough job so I
    was back in the living room before the others returned.
    Matthew was first. We were both embarrassed at this
    point and Matthew said in a rather formal way:

    “Thank you for dinner. It was a very enjoyable evening.
    Tell Julie that I found it a very pleasant evening.
    Apologise to her for me not staying longer,” and he
    went towards the door.

    My reply was “Oh you’re going? Please don’t feel that
    you have to.” But he insisted and left. So up to the
    bedroom I went and found Julie sitting on the bed
    wearing jeans and an old shirt, quietly weeping.

    “What is it, my love? What’s the matter?” I asked,
    shocked by the turn of events.

    “Has he gone?” she asked. I confirmed that he had and
    relayed his message. But the message she ignored,
    something else was bothering her.

    “What have I done?” she said, then chanting, “I’m
    sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

    “Julie, why are you sorry? You should enjoy tonight.
    You have done nothing wrong. I had a fabulous evening.
    I enjoyed more than you can know to see you have so
    much pleasure. He is very good and is exactly what we
    need to solve our problem. I am glad we did it and I
    want Matthew to come round again.”

    This cheered up Julie considerably. She smiled, wiped
    her eyes and hugged me. We shared the time telling how
    we each felt at different times throughout the evening
    and I had to confess that I had found it erotic enough
    to ejaculate without even touching myself. This
    surprised Julie and pleased her � I think that it
    relieved her guilt somewhat.

    The evening finished with us going to bed quite late,
    Julie not really realising that I was so turned on I
    could still make love to her even though I had
    ejaculated earlier. I couldn’t tell her this, though,
    because it would undermine the reason for Matthew
    coming in the first place.

    We went to sleep in each others arms planning Matthews
    next visit and with Julie promising that she would
    repay me in about a weeks time with the first blowjob
    she will have ever done, and the first that I will have
    ever had.


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