DO I HAVE YOUR PERMISSION MY LADY ASKED?

“Permission for what?,” I asked, already knowing the answer.

”I want you to watch while another man tongue fucks me. Could you handle that?”

“You know I could handle that. You also know what I expect in return,” I told her as I fucked her in a frenzy. Moaning, “Yes, you have my permission. When?,” as we orgasmed in sync.

At eight the next Friday night Madison and his friend Blake were in our condo. Both of them fifteen-years younger than us, both of them most attractive, drop dead gorgeous, obviously bi-sexual boys. My lady has a thing about having bi-sexual boys for her sexual pleasure without any complaint from me.

We set a precedent the first time I watched her with a bi-sexual boy. It was so exciting for us both, kissing with our tongues while the boy tongue fucked her, before we shared him, the boy giving me an exquisite head job while my lady watched, kissing me passionately all the while.

Tonight won’t be the first we have had two boys for our joint sexual pleasure. As always I had been slightly apprehensive about meeting two new boys. Though admittedly only just a little apprehensive, after fantasizing about having two new boys for days, my kinky bi-sexual side wanting to have what they had to offer with my lady participating. When I looked them over and they me. my apprehensions disappeared immediately. Instant three-way bi-sexual attraction.

Flashing open my short, black silk dressing gown for them to show them my already engorged cock hanging out of my skimpy, black, crotch-less male g-string. Flattered with the knowledge my lady had promised them I was well hung. She had also told me her girlfriend who had organized the boys for us had assured her the boys were well hung.

As indeed they were well hung for my deviate sexual pleasure as they undressed for me while we waited for my lady to appear. Both of them with just a neatly trimmed, triangular tuft of jet black pubic hair over their cocks.The three of us fighting to hold back our erections until my lady made her entrance.

I wasn’t just an entrance for Monica, it was a grand entrance befitting her sexuality. Her favourite look for a new sexual encounter, killer heels, black stockings and a sexy black garter belt to hold them up. Lots of wonderful bare flesh over the top of the stockings and long suspender straps.

Monica wanting to be the center of attention for two new bi-sexual young men as well as me. “Hello boys, I am Monica, you have probably heard lots about me.