KENNETH, MORGANA AND ME

It was also the first time my lady and me confirmed to each other we were both gender fluid, bi-sexual. We had often flirted with each other, asking each other if a same sex person had ever seduced them. Asking in the afterglow after another wonderful bout of sex, “Would you like me to watch another man give you a head job. Would it be the first time?” Reversing her question, “Would you like me to watch another woman give you cunnilingus, tongue fuck you? Would it be the first time?” Our smiles confirming we would be amenable to watching each other receiving oral sex from a same sex person.

The cocktail party that night was a black tie event and my lady looked stunning. Kenneth an older, suave, patrician, blond man I knew by his awesome reputation introduced himself. The way he told me without any embarrassment in his suave, polished voice, “My friends told me your lady looks fuckable, extremely fuckable tonight. I couldn’t help but agree with them,” he had listening to his every word. So pleased I had finally met Kenneth after hearing so many stories about him and his sexual reputation. I couldn’t help wondering how much Kenneth knew about me.

I also had to agree with Kenneth. My lady did look fuckable in heels, and an expensive, above the knee black dress that highlighted her figure, exactly what I had in mind earlier while I watched her dressing, and exactly what I had in mind when we got home that night. “Would you like to meet my friends?,” Kenneth asked. Before we could answer they were alongside us, having read the body language.

An hour later the five of us were in Kenneth’s nearby penthouse. After the second round of French Champagne, demonstrating how suave he was when told us, totally in control of the moment without any embarrassment, though with a huge sexual undercurrent, “Both of my friends would like to seduce you Morgana, make love you to while your man and me watch. If you are are worried about your man being left out I will look after him.”

In the soft light of his penthouse Kenneth had a handsome mildly otherworldly appearance, a bold and graceful style at the same time, knowing he had sex appeal spades for women and men. He also knew he had a huge, thick cock.

Morgana was enjoying the moment, crossing and recrossing her legs for a woman and three men. All of a sudden fully aware of how Kenneth wanted to look after me so I didn’t feel left out. Both of us wondering if this was just an elaborate, though exciting scheme for Kenneth to give me a head job. Both of us also prepared to go along with his elaborate scheme for our joint sexual pleasure, taking our sex lives to another new level.

“Would you like to show us some skin Morgana, you look so fuckable you are teasing all of us,” Kenneth asked as he smiled sweetly at her.

“How muck skin?,” Morgana teased back as she recrossed her legs, knowing she was the centre of attention as she slowly walked to the low stool in the centre of the room facing the wall mirror.