You Just Come Right Out and Say It

You just come right out and say it. I wish I realized how easy it was 20 years ago, but I'm making up for lost time nicely! It started with a coworker. I just kept imagining her small, round breasts. I wanted to see them. Finally, I just came right out and said it. She said, "Really?" Then she said, "OK, if I can watch you jerk off." To say I was flabbergasted, would be a huge understatement. Right there in the office after hours, she took off her blouse and her bra, and sure enough, those little round, brown breasts, with their black, hard nipples were truly amazing. Then it was my turn. I pulled down my pants, and my dick was already hard. June left her bra off, and I started wanking. She didn't stop there, quietly asking, "Mind if I join you?" Of course I didn't. Two years later, we were married. She was well aware of my bisexuality, and I knew she always wanted to do it with a lady, but hadn't yet. There was another worker in our office, Millie, who was a bit rounded, but very sexy. I just came right out and said it, "Would you like to get it on with my wife someday?" Her answer, "My dream!" She also wanted me to chaperone. She said without me watching, she might get too crazy. June and I were amazed. Like us, she was a sexual monster, but even moreso, with huge gyrations and screams as she came, which she did easily. She especially liked a finger in her butt, which Jane was happy, very happy, to do. Like us, Millie was not fond of fucking. I guess it might be partially due to fear of STDs, but for some reason, Millie, I, and now June were much more into handjob stuff. To me, an orgasm administered by hand is way better than one from intercourse. Big old Johan, originally from South Africa, always fascinated me. He's so tall, wide (but not fat) and powerful. His voice is unbelievably deep, much like James Earl Jones. In fact, he kind of looks like him also. The girls had been into crushing my nuts, and it was developing into a strong acquired taste. I should point out that they really didn't crush them. The squeezed hard enough for me to yell, but not anywhere close to inflicting injury. I had this crazy notion that Johan might crush them a bit harder, maybe a bit out of control, and the thought made me very horny. The danger attracted me, I suppose. I just came right out and said it, "Johan, the girls and I would love it if you'd do me a favor." "What," he asked. "Well, this may sound a little crazy, but I want a testicle massage from you while they watch." "Um," he hesitated. I was worried I might have gone too far this time. I mean, he was probably totally hetero, and would tell everyone I was a 'homo' or something. I was still a little afraid of exposing my bi side to just everyone. (I needn't have worried. That has since happened here at the office, and everyone seems to love me all the more.) Then he said, "I'd love to!" It took some doing to get him to squeeze my balls hard enough. I wanted a touch of pain, and he simply stayed too gentle even though I said "harder" like six times. Finally he built the pressure up somewhat, but never did get to the point I hoped for. Big old Johan was just too gentle. But, with the two girls staring wide-eyed, he did administer a spectacular edging handjob. He somehow knew how to read my physiology, and get me just to the brink eight or ten times, before I slipped over the edge. I orgasmed so hard it felt like something inside of me might bust. It turned out that Johan, too, didn't want to fuck the girls, even though my wife was all for it. It turns out the old dude is gay, although he loved showing off his big, hard, black, uncircumcised dick to the women. But, he preferred to play with me. Oh, he'd diddle Millie's or Jane's clit from time to time. He even put a finger in Millie's butt bringing her to a crashing orgasm. They started reciprocating by giving Johan handjobs. At first, he couldn't even get hard. In fact, he'd start hard and go soft in their hands. Only I could bring him off. But times change, and so did Johan. Now, the girls give him glorious handjobs all the time. One time, while watching him cum in my wife's hands, I had a spontaneous, hands-free orgasm. Anyway, the moral of the story is "Just come right out and say it."