I am Niki, just past forty and bisexual. My body is still good and I have a high sex drive. My man Jac, is also bisexual. When fully aroused he has a thick. nine-inch erection.

For the next few weeks my man constantly teased me. “Is this what you baby?,” he would ask as he showed me MMF and FFM pics on his computer. Thick, hung men, with bodies to die for. And gorgeous women with wonderful bodies. After a while the pics of butchy, flat chested lesbians were having the most appeal for me, as well as much younger women, ‘baby dolls’, as my man called them.

The thought of two full on lesbians pleasuring me instead of bi-sex women I had in the past was now very appealing.

That all changed when I met Liz through a work assignment. She is eight-years older than me, an imposing size-14 honey blond, with a ripe, voluptuous body. We had the overly attentive waiters listening in to our every word over lunch as we discussed our sex lives.

As soon as we both confessed to being bi-sex our conversation took on a real frisson. “Is your man really nine-inches and thick?,” she asked.

“Do you shave or wax?,” we asked each other.

“I leave just a V-shaped tuft over my cunt lips,” we flirted at the same time as the waiter found an excuse to be at our table.

“Do you really need a thirty-eight D bra?,” I asked her as I ogled her generous cleavage and fantasised about licking and sucking her nipples.

“Does your man really enjoy watching you pleasure and be pleasured by both sexes?”

“Yes, sometimes both at the same time,” I smiled back as we held hands.

“Does he masturbate while he watches you with another man or woman?”

“Always.”

“Do you think he would like to masturbate while I pleasure you?”

“He would love to. So would I.”

“Sunday afternoon at two in our condo, Liz,” I whispered very aroused as we kissed goodbye.

When I told my man about Liz and her impending visit he was rapt.

“Did she really ask if I was nine-inches and thick?,” he asked. “And is she really thirty-eight D? Are you planning to pleasure and be pleasured by her?”

“Yes baby I am. Are you fine with that?”

Liz phoned me on the Friday to confirm our arrangement. “Your man will be part of our arrangement, won’t he? Promise me?”

Lots of sexual tension when we greeted Liz.

Liz broke the ice as soon as she looked at my man.