1. Good for the Goose, Good for the Gander, part 2 (concludes)


    Date: 7/7/2016, Categories: Bisexual, Author: oceanrunner, Source: LushStories

    “A deal’s a deal, honey,” Marc told my wife Helena. “After what your man did for you, you can’t wiggle out now.” Helena looked worried, excited, and a little scared. We had made a deal this morning. Realistically, we both knew that when she had made the offer, or dare, or whatever it was, it was more about getting me off her back than it was about really thinking I was going to follow through. She had challenged me to jump through just about the biggest taboo hoop that an ostensibly straight male could attempt. I was reminded of that scene in the movie version of the Wizard of Oz. When the Wizard sends Dorothy and company to bring him the broomstick of the Witch of the West in return for his help, he doesn’t want the broomstick. He wants to get those pesky kids off his lawn. (The fact that he’s actually trying to rid of them by having the witch kill them is a detail most people don’t seem to notice). But everyone knows he doesn’t really want the broomstick. Well, maybe my analogy didn’t really work. Helena wasn’t trying to kill me. And it turns out that she did in fact want the “broomstick”; she just didn’t think I’d agree to go get it. This is getting tangled. I should explain. For years, I had been bugging her to try certain things in bed that she had always refused to consider. Perhaps less because she truly didn’t want them, but more so because it might have seemed that I wanted her to do things that it were unfair to ask of her without trying them or their equivalents ...
    myself. Things like a threesome with another woman, when she had been fairly sure I would not entertain the prospect of a threesome with another man. Anal sex, when she was convinced that I would not accept being penetrated there myself. And so forth. It had led to a bitter fight. Finally, she had laid a trap for me. She got me to agree that it was unfair for one partner to rule anything out in bed without trying it at least once first. “Got me to agree” is misleading, I guess. Rather, she threw in my face the perpetual argument I always used with her, and I latched onto it eagerly. She told me she would try absolutely anything in bed. Anything I had ever asked for. Anything I could dream up. Anything. But there was a catch. I had to walk the walk myself, not just talk the talk. So for her to see that I really meant the whole “don’t knock it until you’ve tried it” argument, which I had battered her with for years, I had to have sex with her gay friend Marc, or the deal was off. After all, how could I say I didn’t like it if I didn’t try it? And if I said no, then I had to stop bugging her about all the things I wanted her to do. She had thrown out the offer for two reasons. Reason one was that unbeknownst to me, the idea of seeing me with another man, along with being with two men herself, was a huge fantasy of hers. Reason two was that she didn’t think I’d agree, which would make me stop pestering her. Either option had an upside: a brilliant sort of win-win for her. I had ...
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