Roger, and some thoughts

I have had some time to both think about my own feelings and to discuss them at great length with Oscar. When we began to look for a couple (instead of just an extra cock) I said I would be fine with a bi female, and that Oscar could even indicate that I was bi for our posting to craigslist. I rationalized it to myself saying that I had experimented with women before at a younger age and had even dated one lady. However, once we had actually met the couple I started having misgivings. Susan is an absolutely gorgeous woman, tall and beautifully proportioned. But I wasn't sure I could actually do sexual acts with her.

I was also put off by her reserved nature. While Konrad was forthright and made multiple mentions of sexual acts, Susan never once made any overtly sexual statement. She seemed quite content just discussing the mundane everyday life. I was unsure how willing she was in this situation. After getting burned at the sex club before, I was a little more cautious. Her lack of enthusiasm for the whole situation made me skeptical. That, combined with their delays, led me to think it was not going anywhere, and thus, I lost my own enthusiasm. Considering that we are moving shortly, I did not want to put so much effort into creating a relationship with someone that I would never see after a month.

So, onto our night with Roger. He was at our house at ten pm, but we only kept him there for around two hours. He knew there was a potential for interruption, but we were all hoping it wouldn't become an issue. The evening began with a bit of idle chit-chat, and then progressed, as it usually does, with Oscar taking off his clothing. His love of nudity and lack of self consciousness makes it far easier to initiate a sexual situation. I was wearing a silk robe with a set of black undergarments, which included my absolute favorite pair of black lacy underwear. Roger liked them as well. With Oscar on one side and Roger on the other, I stroked both of their cocks while they sucked on my nipples. Roger is cut, and Oscar is not, so the navigation of two different cocks at once was made slightly more difficult. Oscar began gobbling Roger's cock while I provided our guest with a set of tits to suck and grope. After a few minutes of satisfied slurping, Oscar moved off for a break while Roger donned a condom. For the first time in our three meetings, I rode him. Before I began dating Oscar, riding cock seemed like an impossible skill only possible if one is a lithe porn star. However, after experimenting with Oscar and learning how to properly gyrate my hips, I learned the motions that create pleasurable sensations in my partner's loins.

While I was straddling Roger, Oscar approached with a new brand of condom (Trojan's version of polyurethane-I am amazed that with the prevalence of latex allergies, the condom industry remains dependent on latex). I was surprised, as we normally do not use condoms and Roger's ass was firmly lodged under my pussy. However, I soon understood his idea. He began by trying to double penetrate me, but the angles were not working out in our favor. He then plunged into my ass, pounding away at me and Roger at the same time. I was able to see-saw my hips so that when Oscar withdrew, I could impale myself entirely on Roger's cock. After a few minutes of sweaty grinding, my ass was feeling tender, so I hopped off the couch to the shower to cool off.

While I was away, I could hear Oscar devouring Roger's erection. When I arrived back in the living room, however, both of the men were lying on their backs. Apparently, Roger had gone limp in my absence. This was disappointing to Oscar, who was eagerly anticipating some ass-sex. After a quick discussion about the existence/role of fluffers in the porn industry, I began to suck Roger's cock to get him hard again. He obliged, and was soon ready to go. No sooner did he roll a condom onto his firm dick, his cell phone went off indicating that he had to leave us. As he got dressed, Oscar was lying perpendicular to me with my legs draped over him. He used that as an opportunity to fuck me, in what I call "lazy position". He grabbed my thighs and ground himself into me.

After Roger had let himself out Oscar asked me to suck him off. He washed his cock to clean off the thick layer of pussy juice, which I am not very fond of tasting (smelling is okay, but tasting often makes me gag). He attempted to fuck my mouth from behind my head to facilitate deep throating. The angles were a bit off, especially because my mouth was tired from so much cock sucking. He flipped over on to his back, and I buried my head in his crotch, taking in his entire hard dick. I wanted to get him off quickly, using some new found skills of mine. Early in our relationship, Oscar always complemented my skills at fellatio, but I was frustrated because I almost never got him off. I enjoy swallowing cum, so this usually left me with the feeling of defeat. Oscar recently told me how I always bring him to the brink of orgasm, but then I pause or change what I'm doing and he loses his steam. He clarified the difference between "giving head", at which I was adept, versus "giving a blow job" which results in him blowing his load. I hadn't realized that I had been so close to accomplishing my goal, so I made a resolution to try harder. This night was no exception. I gave him what he has deemed either the best or the second best blow job he has ever gotten (the other one in this competition had been performed only a few nights prior). As he shot cum down my throat, it marked his third orgasm of the day, which is a feat we hadn't accomplished in several months.

After Roger left, we discussed the possibility that perhaps our play partner is not "truly" bi. His cock went limp as Oscar was sucking it in a manner that Oscar tells me only happens when someone isn't really into the situation. It also happened while I was away in the shower, unable to stimulate Roger's libido with my nudity. I agree with Oscar, as I had my own theories about this before last night. Oscar admitted that he felt slightly off "bartering" sex with me for his own gratification. I had several thoughts on the subject: Oscar is my love so I'd gladly do many things for his pleasure and it's not as though I am being forced into sex with Roger (I enjoy it and participate willingly). I don't believe Roger is truly straight, and I think that he is definitely able to get tail on his own without having to barter for it with gay sex. He is just not quite "gay enough". His failure to service Oscar's asshole has been noted and I am less willing to hook up with him unless he fucks Oscar first next time. I would like to ensure that my man is happy. Plus, Oscar has one of the hottest asses I have ever found on a man, so someone with any inclination to top would be a fool to pass up an opportunity to tap it. But perhaps I am biased.