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Old 17th September 2009, 11:48 AM
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My Wife Turned Me On To Man To Man Sex

Writer's Note: I recently wrote one guy's story of how having sex with his sister turned him on to man to man love, and how he enjoyed it. One reader wrote me to explain it was his wife that actually was responsible for his love of man to man sex. He asked me to write his story for your enjoyment.

Greg had grown up in a conservative mid-West city. In his neighborhood, queers were objects of ridicule and scorn back in the 1950's. His only gay experience growing up had been a couple of circle jerks around a campfire at summer camp with each guy attending to his own. Oh, he knew about gays and the things they did to each other from stories his buddies passed on. He wanted none of that.

Now girls, that was a different story. He was ten when he watched from atop the stairs as his older brother nailed a girlfriend on the sofa while Mom and Dad were out. He was thirteen when he first had sex with a girl. By eighteen, he was married to a girl he had knocked up.

She was a fine wife, but he felt trapped by the baby. Thankfully, his wife was adventurous as they entered the Sexual Revolution of the late '60's. She was willing to try just about anything to keep him happy; blow jobs, anal sex, swapping, public sex, etc.

Greg especially liked anal sex with her. Due to problems with the birth of their second child, her pussy had been stretched and never regained its firmness. Now, her ass was something else, firm and hot. He loved sinking his dick in that fudge tunnel and blowing a load in her bowels, and she loved it too.

It was their tenth wedding anniversary when she made a special request. He was still balls deep in her ass after blowing his wad when she popped the question. "Honey, I love it when you fuck me like this. Oh, I love the feel of your dick in me twitching as it shoots. I want you to feel the same joy I do. If I buy a strap-on, will you let me fuck you?" Not even listening to her as he pulled his spent cock out of her ass and rolled over in after bliss, Greg just said "Yeah, Baby, what ever you want."

The next night, Greg was in for a surprise. All night his wife was lovey dovey. She kept grabbing his cock and thrusting her tits in his face. By bedtime, he was looking forward to a good romp in the hay. Walking into the bedroom from the shower, he was startled to see his wife standing by the bed naked except for a black harness with a plastic 6" dildo.

She walked over to him and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back as she planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Greg felt a perverse thrill from his wife's dominate attitude, so unlike her normal self. She ripped the towel from around his waist leaving him naked. Grabbing his rising dick, she lead him over to the side of the bed. Her nostrils flared and her eyes flashed with passion as she ordered him down to his knees. As he crouched before her, she again grabbed his hair to pull his head back as she commanded "Suck it, bitch. Suck my dick!" Greg leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the black plastic dildo. It tasted of rubber, and was smooth with no realistic head or veins. As she rammed it in and out of his mouth, Greg felt nothing but cold plastic. He was not enjoying himself, but was willing to see where it went.

Pulling her fake dick out with a plop, she ordered him to kneel on the bed. Grabbing some jelly from the nightstand, she lubed up the outside of his asshole. Stepping forward, she rubbed the dildo against his ass to coat it with lube. A quick adjustment, and the smooth plastic stick was lined up with Greg's virgin asshole. The first shove did nothing but cause Greg to jerk forward to avoid penetration. She slapped his ass and pulled him back. He gritted his teeth and awaited the attack on his virgin ass. This time, she tried a slower routine, and was successful in working the tip past his tight ring. To Greg, it felt like the nozzle from an enema bag. She tried to work the fake dick in and out of his ass, but it was difficult. While the lube slicked everything up to the point there was no friction, the tightness gripped the dildo and almost ripped it from the harness. Greg looked back over his shoulder at his wife's lust streaked face. it was not the enjoyable experience he had expected, but he weathered through it to keep her happy. When she got tired of the rutting, she withdrew and turned Greg over. His dick was barely erect. She went down on him to complete the night with a blow job. Greg just laid there, a sore ass totally disillusioned by the event. They curled up after and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Greg had a golf date with his buddy Ted. Greg and Ted were friends since grade school. They told each other everything. In fact, the first time Greg and his wife tried swapping it was with Ted and his wife. Even when Ted divorced his wife and took a male lover, Greg had remained close friends with him.

They had barely completed six holes on the course when Greg complained he couldn't finish the game. His ass was still sore from the night before. Ted wanted a reason why. Finally, Greg just told him that he had a wild time with his wife the night before, and was a little sore. Ted pushed for details. Greg just said that they had tried something different and his ass was a little tender. Ted whopped him on the shoulder, and laughingly said "Sounds like you finally had your ass cherry plucked, yeah." Greg just turned red and looked down. Ted continued "I knew it. Ain't nothing better than getting your ass plowed."

Greg muttered "It was horrible. I don't understand why any guy would enjoy getting a piece of tubing shoved up his ass." Ted replied "Buddy, it wasn't the act, it was the equipment. You can't get no joy from a piece of plastic. Well, that's not true, but you got to have the real thing first to compare it to." Ted grabbed his crotch and shook it at Greg. Greg threw up his hands and waved his buddy off. "No, we're not going down that road again. Ain't going to happen between you and me." Ted just shrugged his shoulders and said "Your loss. Hope you learn to love your plastic dick." Greg changed the subject.

That night, Greg's wife brought out the dildo again, but he begged off saying he had too much sun on the golf course and wasn't feeling great. As he drifted off to sleep, Greg's mind pondered the short conversation with Ted. Ted seemed to be happy with male anal sex, and bragged constantly about his great sex life. Although he had seen Ted naked in the shower at the club, he began to imagine him naked and erect on the bed beside him. Greg could not shake the image from his mind. He was horrified when he realized he was rock hard thinking about his buddy. He turned to his wife for relief, but she sleepingly shrugged him off.

When he awoke in the morning, Greg was disappointed to see his wife was already gone. No chance for a morning quickie. He puttered about the house waiting for her to come back from Church. As soon as she walked in the door, he swept her up in her arms with a dirty suggestion they head for the bedroom. She pushed him off, and reminded him that she had a bunch of girls coming over for a tea, and he would just have to behave himself. Greg asked for a little head to hold him over, but she told him "NO! You should've gotten it last night." Greg stormed out of the house pissed off, and ran smack into a bevy of chattering bitches coming up the porch stairs for the party.

"Shit!" he muttered. There were already four cars blocking him in the driveway. Not wanting to go back in and haggle with his wife to get her friends to move their cars, Greg walked down the road. The only place to go within walking distance was Ted's house, so he headed over there.

Knocking on Ted's door, Greg heard some voices and scurrying going on inside. He pounded on the door again and yelled to Ted to open up. After a couple of minutes, Ted cracked open the door. Greg pushed his way in in his foul mood. He stopped. There was a naked man laying on Ted's couch with an erection. Greg spun around to stammer his apologies to Ted for the interruption but his jaw just hung open.Ted was also naked with a sizable erection. The guy on the couch jumped up and grabbed his clothes as he headed to the bathroom. Ted quickly followed him. Greg could hear muffled arguing from the other side of the door. The other guy came out dressed and slammed the door on the way out. Ted came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel with evidence of his erection still jutting out.

Greg mumbled his apologies, and Ted waved him off. Dashing into the kitchen, he returned with two cold beers. As Greg reached out and grasped the offering, a spark of static electricity passed between them. Ted laughed "I guess you're charged up." Greg relaxed and flopped back on the couch to sip his beer. Ted sat in a chair opposite him. Anybody walking in would have seen a strange sight. Greg, fully dressed, sat on the couch with a couple of towels on the floor and condoms and lube spread out on the coffee table before him. Then there was Ted with a simple terry cloth towel barely covering his privates sipping a beer.

Greg started grousing about his wife and her lack of attention to his real needs. Ted found this ironic because Greg was always telling about his wife's sexual stamina and willingness. He leaned forward and asked Greg "What needs are you talking about?" Greg was at a loss for words. Ted continued "All this since you let her fuck your ass, once." Greg studied his beer to avoid looking at his friend. Ted said "The problem, Greg, is you don't know what your needs are!"

Ted stood up and walked over to Greg, dropping the towel on the way. He grabbed Greg's head and pulled it back. Greg wondered if he had told him about his wife doing this and how much it excited him, or was this just the way it was. Ted leaned down to the upturned face and planted a kiss on Greg's lips. Greg melted into the kiss with his lips parting as Ted's tongue probed forward. As they broke their kiss, a thin line of saliva kept them connected. Ted reached down and pulled Greg's hand over to his dick. Instinctively, Greg curled his fingers around it and pulled the skin back. Ted stood up, pushing his dick further between Greg's fingers. This change of posture also lined Ted's dick up with Greg's mouth. Ted simply took one step forward. A slight press on Greg's lips with his dick and they parted, allowing Ted access to his mouth. As Greg felt the dick slide gently across his lips and tongue, he marveled at the difference from his wife's plastic dick. There was a salty, pungent taste to the flesh. The contours of the head and the veins tingled Greg's senses as they slid back and forth. The manly smell of the pubic hair as he meshed his face against Ted's groin. The roughness and contrasting smoothness of Ted's skin as he ran his hands over his legs, his back and his ass electrified him. The experience with his wife paled in comparison.

Greg began to remove his clothes without removing the dick from his mouth. Finally, he had to stand up to shuck his socks and pants. He had an over whelming desire to be naked with his buddy. As he removed his socks, he balanced himself on the couch with one leg up. Ted took this opportunity to crouch behind Greg and tongue the sweet ass of his buddy. Greg jumped at the contact of the hot, wet tongue on his rosebud. He leaned over further to allow greater access. Ted slobbered over, under and around the pink hole. He darted his pointed tongue into the relaxed ring. Greg was astonished to find himself rock hard, and wanting more.

As Ted stood up and reached for a condom, Greg knew what was coming and wanted it. Ted rolled the condom onto his dick. Taking a small amount of lube, he coaxed Greg's ring open with first one, and then two, and finally three fingers. He slicked up the anal tube driving Greg wild for penetration. As Ted lined up, Greg clinched up remembering the previous assault on his ass. Ted leaned over and cooed in his ear to relax, enjoy, get your rocks off. Ted reached around and started jacking Greg's dick. Lining his dick up with Greg's hole, he gently applied pressure. As Greg relaxed, the awaiting dick slid in slowly but surely. Every once and a while, Ted would pause to allow Greg to adjust to the meat sliding into him. When he finally had feed the full length in, he made small in and out motions, just enough to prod Greg's prostate, but not enough to hurt him. Again, the sensations were entirely different from getting fucked by his wife. Ted's dick was softer and bent as needed unlike the unwielding plastic. It had warmth, even heat, unlike the cold rod of his wife. Plus Ted could feel Greg's reactions and match his thrusts to Greg's needs. His wife had merely plunged away like clearing a stopped up toilet. Ted started sliding further out and in on each stroke until he was fully fucking his good buddy's ass. For Greg, his guts were melting before this invasion even as his balls tightened up to unload. Ted drove deep and held his dick there as his dick twitched in orgasm, filling the condom. Greg reached his own climax, shooting globs of cum onto the couch.

Ted pulled his spent dick out of the ass with an audible pop. Greg felt an immediate emptiness wanting to be filled again. He wished there was another dick ready to take his ass, but that would have to wait for another time. He looked down at his cum on the couch cushions. He said sorry for the mess to Ted. Ted smiled as he pushed Greg out of the way and lapped up the puddle of cum. When he finished, he sat down and pulled Greg close between his parted legs. He leaned over to kiss Greg. As Greg parted his lips, he was surprised to taste a load of cum on Ted's probing tongue, his own cum. They mashed their lips together in passion. Greg swallowed the small portion of cum he was offered, and liked it. He looked down at Ted's cock, shrunken and streaked with cum now that the condom was off. He leaned over and licked the head. Soon he was bobbing up and down like a pro. He was rewarded with a second load right in his mouth. He swallowed gingerly.

Crawling up on the couch, he snuggled with his buddy, his fuck buddy. Ted was right, it wasn't the dick sucking or ass fucking he didn't like. It was the cold heartless plastic dildo. Nothing could take the place of the real thing, hot man meat and glorious cum loads. And he owes this revelation to his wife.

Afterword: Greg continues to live with his wife for the sake of the children, but his real love is hot man meat. He and Ted still get it on, and have included numerous other men in their love making in threesomes and full orgies. I promised to keep his identity safe, but if you check the CFS listings and see a married guy who likes hot man sex on the side; it just might be Greg.
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