Cheri and I had a whirlwind two-month courtship. The summer was hot and we saw each other every night that we were in town. We'd go out to dinner, long walks on the beach, dancing and sweating in the hot Miami clubs, and play a few rounds of golf. She was a good player. She would smoke a cigar on the front and another on the back and was a 12 handicap. I couldn't get enough of her. We loved quiet warm nights at her place or mine, sitting on the patio, talking about everything, swimming in the pool, having dinner, and falling asleep in each other's arms after a couple of rounds of sex.

Our sex life was fantastic but completely normal, nothing out of the ordinary, about five times a week because we both traveled. I thought to myself, "I finally met her; this is the one I want to spend my life with." Even though it was early in the relationship, when you know, you know.

One week, she had traveled Monday through Friday and came home late on a Friday afternoon. I couldn't wait to see her. I had roses delivered to her and came over to her house around 4:15 in the afternoon. She had always had a nice drink ready for me and greeted me at the door. This time, however, she wasn't there to greet me.

"Hello!" I called but didn't get an answer. I figured she was in the bathroom and didn't hear me. I poured myself a nice 3 fingers of Johnnie Walker Black over ice and walked to the patio. There she was sitting at the table, dragging hard on a cigarette. I knew she had a little cig habit and would have a few a week, but there were three cork-tipped butts in the ashtray and next to it was her pack of Marlboro Red 100's. Hardcore.

She looked stressed and like she had been crying.

I went over and put my arm around her and kissed her cheek; she didn't really respond.

"What is the matter?" I asked. "Is everything ok?"

Now I was a little nervous. Was she pulling away from me? I took a deep sip of my drink. My heart was beating faster.

"I don't know how you are going to feel about this, but I haven't been seeing you exclusively these past couple of months."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Now I was angry, my heart started pounding through my chest. I could feel my face on fire with anger. "WHO ELSE HAVE YOU BEEN SEEING?" I moved away from her, mad at her for holding secrets, mad at myself for being naive. I took another sip of scotch and sighed.

"I have a friend; her name is Cassie. She has a boyfriend as well. We fool around once a month or so. This week I was in her town on business, and she slept with me at the hotel. I have to tell you that I'm bisexual."

"Really? How did I miss that?" I asked, "I never took you for someone who likes girls."

"Oh, please, Will. You don't remember me making out with that girl at the club? Didn't you see how into it I was?" she asked.

"Yes, but it was because of a bet we had."

"Will, I lost the bet on purpose so I could have the opportunity to kiss her. What about the time we watched that porno and how wet I got watching the two girls licking each other?"

Now I was completely confused. I was angry about being deceived. Ego bruised because I wasn't the only one satisfying her. Yet for some reason, my penile organ had blood flow rushing to it and it was really hard.

"Well, what do you want? Cheri, put your cards on the table. Tell me the truth: do you want to be exclusive, or do you want to have an open relationship?"

Cheri took the last drag on her cigarette, blew out the smoke seductively, smiled in a devilish way and said, "I want it to stay open. And from the looks of your pants, you do too."

I can be a stubborn, prideful man, so amazingly, in that moment, I took a deep breath, finished my drink, put the glass on the table and said, "Good night, Cheri. I need to think about it. I'll let you know tomorrow," and walked back to my townhouse.

I knew I would allow it. She knew I would allow it, but I had to save face. When I got back to the house, I shut my phone off and poured myself a drink. I was so horny thinking of her with another woman. I immediately went to my bed and got undressed. I have a Aneros Progasm for my P-spot. I lubed it up and my butt and put it in. I walked around the house a little and then lay in bed, maneuvering around my ass in circles and back and forth, bumping it against my prostate.

I sipped my drink, breathed deeply, and meditated on my Cheri having sex with another woman. My cock was still hard even though I hadn't touched it. Finally, I felt waves flowing through the back of my legs and stomach as the toy rocked my world. After a few tremors had died down, I grabbed my throbbing cock and caressed until my ass muscles choked the toy and I had a HUGE climax all over my stomach. I lay there in a puddle and fell into an alcohol sleep with cum all over me and the toy still up my butt.

I woke up in the middle of the night having to pee and was laughing at myself. Used up with a toy in me and dried semen on my stomach. Cleaned up and fell back asleep. In the morning, I turned on my phone and saw one missed call. And a text that stated, "I'll be waiting when you're ready to talk."

Around noon, after some coffee, a workout, and a shower, it was time to face Cheri. I knocked on the door, and she answered. She was a little puffy-faced, like she had been crying. She put her arms around me and kissed me passionately.

"I love you so much; I mean it," she whispered. I felt the same way and reciprocated how much I was in love with her.

We sat on the couch and held one another. She said, "I just want you to REALLY know who I am. I love you, but I am also attracted to women. I don't want to date them or have an exclusive relationship with them. But I really like having sex with them. I've known Cassie for a long time. We fulfil a need that each has. You can do the same if you want. Cassie's boyfriend is bi, and they have an arrangement."

I kissed her mouth hard as she started to rub her hand over my hardening cock. She proceeded to take my shorts off and got between my legs and started giving me a blow job. I pulled her up after a few minutes and suggested we finish in the bedroom.

I had all sorts of questions in my head. Why? When? How? - which she answered. She cooed her answers in my ear as she massaged my cock. I was a puddle in her hands. I asked her if she and Cassie ever had a threesome with Cassie's beau and she answered in the affirmative.

"I guess you liked my answer to that question!" she said. "I can feel your cock THROBBING." My heart was pounding rapidly as she stroked me. The thought of her fucking someone else didn't give me jealousy; it turned me on.

"What does Cassie look like? What turns you on about her? What does he look like? Tell me about his cock? Did you enjoy it?" I was fascinated at the point.

"She's gorgeous, 5'7", honey-blonde hair, brown eyes, large augmented breasts. They are a great-looking couple. He's 5'11 185 lb., ripped with an 8-inch beautiful cock, and before you ask, the last time we fucked was about six weeks before I met you. She's coming into town next weekend, and I want you to meet her. Maybe if you behave yourself, your pleasure might get doubled."

"Now would you please shut up and let's have sex?" She climbed up and sat on my face. I eagerly lapped her clit and tongue fucked her pussy. She grabbed the head of the bed and growled as she grinded herself on my face came closer to coming. Finally, she climaxed on my face, which was soaked with her juices. She then turned around into a 69 position and started fellating me.

The smell of her sex and her ass in my face overcame me. I lifted my head a little and licked her asshole.

She lifted on my cock to say, "You dirty dog, I love it! Don't you fucking stop." After licking it, I slid my index finger in as she moaned on my cock. "Fuck, that feels good." I put a second digit in and started sucking her clit again. It was too much for her. She got off me and said, "Two can play this game."

She got in between my legs and started licking my ass while stroking my cock. After a couple of minutes, she said, "I'll be right back," and went to the closet.

I heard some rummaging around and she came out with some lube that she was rubbing on her finger and a knockoff NJoy wand. She then put my cock back into her mouth and slid a finger into me. She immediately found my prostate as I settled on her finger. Then without taking her mouth off of me, she inserted the small end as she deep-throated me. I groaned in pleasure. "Do you like this?" she asked.

"I LOVE IT," I said. She finally brought me to an explosive orgasm all over myself. I mean, I was gushing semen. She gave it a little lick before cleaning me up and kissed me. I had never tasted cum before. It was fine.

"Good boy," she said.

I had been completely overstimulated. Between hearing about her being bisexual, having a threesome, fucking a guy with a big cock and having my prostate massaged, I don't think I had ever had such a hard orgasm.

After a shower and cleanup, I was still so horny. We sat out at the pool. Jumped in to cool off, and we started kissing each other passionately, and she was rubbing my hard cock again. "Does that feel good, honey? I would love to take you inside, but you need to pay for your little temper tantrum last night."

She got out of the pool and dried off. The sun was glistening off her skin. She went inside and came out a few minutes later with a small canvas bag, a Montecristo cigar the size of a baseball bat and a couple of drinks for us.

She handed me my drink and said, "I am going to enjoy this smoke, and since you seem to really like to hear about my exploits with Cassie and Cassie and her man, I'm going to tell you all about them. You are to take your pants off, sit there, drink your gin and tonic and NOT touch yourself."

After she lit her cigar, she reached into the bag and pulled out an 8-inch realistic dildo and a vibrator and said, "These might come in handy for me later as I regale in my past sexual glories." She smiled, holding the big cigar between her teeth, and said, "Roses are red, Willie's balls are going to be blue," as she took a long draw, blew the smoke out, and burst out laughing.

To be continued....