Lucy had discovered me and Fisher, completely starkers and in a very compromising position, together. ….I was thinking, now Lucy had realised my sexual deviances it would be the end and I would have to dump Fisher, the most beautiful thing that had happened to me for years. It was a taste of basics, of nature in the raw, just the feel of him beside me, doing all those wonderful things we enjoyed together.

My mind flashed back - how it was when I divulged in my dose of Fisher. Feeling his cock grow as I moved it in my mouth, the feel and the taste of prime cock against my rolling tongue, the joy of taking it deeper, wanting to deep throat and feel just how it was to have him shooting into my mouth. The wonderful experience of his cream overflowing from my mouth onto my chest.

Would I really have to give all this up. I mean that wonderful stupendous ass, being there for my service, the feel of it as I stroked it all over with my fingers, teasing his lovely glowing balls between, then cocking him up again, watching as he knelt crouched over my face, teasing those hanging balls with my tongue, making him moans so good. Then the wonder or eroticisms as he sat on my face.. The sensation of actually being smothered in hot cock and balls and glorious asshole was beyond words, the smell, the taste and the feel of him as my mouth opened to receive him , to suck and to lick and to swallow and to taste, all that hard cock, that so warm and inviting hole which just waited to be licked and sucked and fingered as I stretched his ass cheeks wide apart, pressing my face into him like an animal, wanting his all, wanting more and more ass and cock, all the tasting and licking going on and on until, at last I had to nudge him, to let me up for air.

“Right, Fisher. You are going to get really rough fucked now!” Then having him stretched over the couch, feeling his tight hole enhance me, as I pushed every inch inside for the deepest of penetrations, he yelling out as I slapped his ass cheeks between every plunge. His fuck was always good, he was always a quality fuck - surely I would not have to give all this up? Then the thought came to me, would I have to give up Lucy instead, that Fisher would be my new live in partner.

I loved her that’s the point, and I would dearly miss the taste of her, the way she swamped me with her wet and warm well touched pussy, there glistening for me, for my penetrating fuck, the way she liked it doggy style, and all the erotic things we did to each other, like the deepest of French kisses as we began to explore each other. Our fingers doing mad things as we revved up for the Waterloo, like a pair of animals on heat. God! I would miss her, miss the feminine scent, miss the taste and the stance of her fuck. If only she could have let me have her ass fuck, then maybe this would never have happened. Who was I kidding, I was Bi and needed Fisher as much as I needed Lucy. If only we could share, What do they say about truth being stranger than fiction ….

But there she was, standing rigid at the door of my tree house, not saying a word,