My Bisexual Birthday Gift

After my separation, while I was still learning how to sleep alone and fill the silences in the apartment without going crazy, I met Luciana. It wasn’t a long story, but it was intense enough to shake up my world in more ways than one. There was no routine with her: every date ended in a rumpled bed, an improvised fantasy, or a shameless conversation that left me thinking for days.

Luciana was one of those women who enjoyed watching how you reacted even before touching you. Brunette, with a body that was soft and firm at the same time, and that smile of hers that said, “I already know what’s going through your head,” disarming every defense. I would go to her place thinking we’d have a quiet night, and I always ended up discovering something new about her or about myself.

One Sunday afternoon, we were sprawled on her sofa watching porn, something we sometimes did to get ourselves worked up. The movie was just one among many, until a scene appeared with two women kissing, pawing at each other, spreading their legs in front of one another while a man simply watched, his cock hard, waiting his turn. I don’t know exactly what set me off, but I felt desire hit me instantly.

Luciana noticed before I said anything. She caressed me over my pants, squeezed my erection with her palm, and gave a soft laugh.

—Wow, that really got you hard.

—I’m turned on by women —I answered jokingly, although my voice came out raspier than usual.

She didn’t answer right away. She straddled me, kissed me slowly, and began rubbing herself against my thigh while we continued hearing the moans from the screen in the background. We ended up forgetting all about the movie. I slipped my hand inside her shorts, found her wet, hot pussy, and she undid my fly and pulled out my cock.

—Then show me how much women turn you on —she whispered.

She spat on her fingers, wrapped them around my shaft, and began jerking me off with calculated slowness, staring straight at me. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and felt her opening to receive them. She arched against me, bit my neck, and began moving faster, desperately seeking my hand.

—That’s it. Don’t stop.

I rubbed her clitoris while she stroked my cock harder and harder. The scene on the television was still playing, two women licking each other without shame, and I couldn’t look away. Luciana followed the direction of my eyes and smiled as if she had just confirmed something she had already suspected.

She undid my belt completely, knelt between my legs, and sucked me hungrily. Not gently, but swallowing half my cock, bobbing her head up and down with wet noises, letting saliva run down her chin. I grabbed her hair and guided her without care, pushing a little deeper each time, and she answered by moaning with my dick still in her mouth.

When I was about to come, she pulled away. She climbed back onto the sofa, took off her shorts and thong in one motion, and showed me her glistening pussy.

—Come on. Fuck me while you watch the screen.

I penetrated her right there, with one of her legs hanging over the edge of the sofa and the other over my shoulder. I thrust all the way in at once, and she let out a short, happy, obscene cry. I began fucking her hard, feeling her tighten around my wet cock while she played with her clitoris and turned her face toward the television.

—That’s how I wanted you —she panted—. Watch them and fuck me.

That’s what I did. The scene with the two women had me fired up, but the reality of her pussy swallowing me, her tits bouncing with every thrust, and her filthy words in my ear took me farther. She came first, her legs trembling and her body rigid beneath mine. Then she made me pull out, jerked me off quickly with both hands, and I came across her belly and breasts.

We lay there for a while, sweaty and catching our breath. The movie had looped around and was still playing in the background. It was during dinner, once we were calmer, that Luciana returned to the subject with the same naturalness other people used to comment on the weather.

—That scene drove you crazy.

—Yes —I admitted—. Watching two women turns me on so much.

She played with her fork and held my gaze.

—Would you like to see it live?

—A show?

She laughed.

—No. Me with another woman. For you.

My mouth went dry. My birthday was coming up, but I never thought that conversation was serious. Even so, the idea went through me immediately.

—Of course I’d like that.

—Then listen carefully —she said, leaning over the table—. I’ll give you that fantasy on one condition. If I give you that, you return the favor afterward. I like watching two men too. And not just watching.

I stayed silent for a few seconds. This was no longer a simple fantasy tossed into the air. It was a real, concrete, dirty proposal. And a provocation too.

—I’ve never been with a man —I finally told her—. I don’t even know if I could.

—I’m not asking you for a blind promise. I’m offering you a door. You decide whether you cross it.

She winked and raised her glass. I clinked mine against hers almost by reflex. Deep down, I thought it would probably go no further than that, hot Sunday talk. I was wrong.

***

The Sunday before my birthday, she called to invite me to dinner at her place. She said my gift was ready. I went with a bottle of wine, half aroused and half incredulous, convinced that at most we’d play around with the idea and end up fucking as usual. But when she opened the door, I understood that Luciana was very serious.

She was wearing a man’s white shirt, one of mine that I had left in her closet once. Barely buttoned, with nothing underneath. Beside her stood another woman, tall, broad-shouldered, with strong gym-built legs and a confidence in her gaze that commanded attention. She was also wearing a shirt open to the cleavage, showing enough skin to make it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.

—Come in —Luciana said with a brazen smile—. This is Mara.

Mara greeted me as if she already knew exactly what was going to happen that night. She kissed me on the cheek, slowly, holding me a second longer than normal, and brushed her fingers over my abdomen as she pulled away. It was minimal contact, but enough to get me hard again.

During dinner I barely touched my food. They talked with me and with each other, but they were playing the whole time. Luciana opened her shirt a little farther whenever she poured the wine. Mara moistened her lips while watching her. One fed the other pieces of food with her fingers. I could barely follow the conversation: I was focused on their hands, their laughter, the way they touched each other unhurriedly in front of me.

—You’re very quiet —Mara said.

—I’m enjoying the gift.

—It hasn’t even started yet —she replied, and brought a drop of wine that had remained on Luciana’s thumb to her mouth.

That was enough to break what little formality remained. Luciana leaned back in her chair, parted her legs slightly, and revealed the insides of her thighs. Mara stood, walked around the table, and positioned herself behind her. She pulled the collar of Luciana’s shirt aside, bit her shoulder, and slid one hand between her legs.

Luciana moaned without trying to hide it. I stayed motionless, watching Mara slip her fingers beneath the fabric while squeezing one of her tits with the other hand. My cock was already pushing hard against my pants.

—Look at him —Luciana said, looking at me while Mara touched her—. He’s about to break.

Mara held my gaze and began rubbing her pussy with slow, precise movements, like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. Luciana threw her head back, spread her legs wider, and let out a long moan. Her shirt fell completely open, revealing her heavy breasts moving with her agitated breathing.

—Come here —Mara ordered.

I approached. I thought she would make me touch Luciana right away, but she didn’t. She made me stand in front of them and watch while she knelt Luciana beside the table and kissed her with delicious aggression. Their mouths collided with wet sounds, their tongues sought each other out, and Luciana’s shirt was so open that it looked as though she wore it only to have it ripped off.

Mara pushed her slightly backward, poured wine between her breasts, and let the liquid run down the center of her torso until it disappeared between her legs.

Luciana didn’t wait for instructions. She leaned over, spread Mara’s knees wider, and began licking her pussy through her lifted shirt, slowly at first and then with genuine hunger. Mara grabbed her hair, forced her face closer, and let out a broken laugh.

—That’s it, slut. Eat me properly.

The sight left me rooted to the spot. Luciana spread Mara’s pussy with her fingers and shamelessly thrust her tongue into it, savoring her as if she had been doing it for years. Mara’s body was tense, her thighs defined, her hand buried in my lover’s hair. Every time she thrust her hips forward, Luciana’s mouth was buried deeper between her legs.

I was already touching myself over my pants when Mara pointed at me.

—Take it out. I want to see you.

I obeyed. I lowered my zipper, freed my cock, and began masturbating without taking my eyes off them. I felt embarrassed for a second; then the feeling vanished beneath the excitement. Mara watched my hand move and smiled with genuine pleasure.

—That’s it. But don’t come yet.

Luciana kept sucking her with fierce devotion. I could hear the sounds of her tongue and her broken breathing. Mara began to tremble, squeezing her head harder, until she exploded with a hoarse moan that shook her entire body.

When she finished coming, she gently pulled Luciana up. Her face was soaked, her mouth gleaming, her eyes blazing. Without saying anything, Mara led her to the armchair and made her sit right on the edge, with her legs spread wide.

Then I saw Luciana’s pussy in all its wetness: swollen, glistening, open. Mara knelt between her legs, slipped in one finger, then two, and began opening her slowly while kissing her belly.

—Relax for me —she told her—. Be good.

Luciana nodded, breathing hard. Mara kept pushing her fingers into her, curling them, pulling them out, and sinking them back in to the base. There was something about the total control of the scene that aroused me unexpectedly. It wasn’t just sex between two women: it was domination, surrender, watching Luciana let herself be handled by someone stronger and colder.

—Kiss her —Mara ordered without stopping her hand.

I moved closer to the armchair and kissed Luciana. Her mouth tasted of wine and pussy. It also tasted of Mara’s recent orgasm. I kissed her more deeply, running my tongue over her lips while listening to her moans escaping between us.

—Swallow her flavor —Mara said—. I want you to enjoy it.

I was so hard it hurt. Mara kept fingering Luciana, adding one more finger, then slowly arranging her hand with brutal patience. It wasn’t clumsy or gratuitous, but a slow process of opening her, listening to her body, seeing how far she wanted to go. Luciana moaned louder and louder, her thighs trembling, begging for more without quite saying it.

—Look at her —Mara said—. She loves it.

And it was true. Luciana’s pussy squeezed and released around that hand filling her more and more. I had never seen anything like it so close up. I caressed her neck, sucked one of her nipples, and felt her arch even farther, offering her entire body to the game.

—Don’t stop, please —she panted—. Don’t stop.

Mara fucked her with her hand for a long while, moving in and out with her fist partly closed, maintaining the exact rhythm that drove her crazy. The armchair creaked. Luciana was screaming without shame now. I masturbated beside them, on the edge of orgasm, watching the other woman take her to a place I had never seen her reach.

—Now you go underneath —Mara suddenly told me.

I didn’t hesitate. I lay down on the rug. She positioned herself over my face, pushed her shirt up to her waist, and abruptly forced my head down with one hand. I felt her hot pussy flatten against my mouth.

—Eat me and keep jerking off. If you come without permission, the game stops.

I licked her immediately. Mara tasted strong, intense, and she was still using her other hand to fuck Luciana from above. It was madness: I had one woman’s pussy on my face, the other woman’s body moaning inches away, and my own hand moving up and down my taut cock while I obeyed orders that turned me on more than I could have imagined.

Mara began moving over my mouth, rubbing her clitoris against my tongue and guiding the pressure with her hips. Every time I got the rhythm right, she rewarded me with a moan. Whenever I slowed down, she tightened her grip on my hair and forced me to put my face back in.

—That’s it, very good. Suck me properly, bastard.

Hearing her order me around like that turned my head upside down. From the armchair, Luciana watched me with eyes blurred by pleasure, completely open, completely on display. Mara plunged her hand into Luciana’s pussy and pulled it out while I ate hers. This was no longer just my fantasy of watching: I was inside it, mixed into it, tasting both women’s desire.

Luciana came first. I felt it in the abrupt change in her moans, in the way she squeezed her legs together and then opened them suddenly, trembling all over. Mara continued for a few more seconds until she brought her another, shorter, more convulsive orgasm. Then she came too on my mouth, rubbing herself hard until she left me soaked.

She moved away from my face and made me stand up. I was out of my mind, my cock red, wet with my own hand, throbbing. Luciana was still half lying in the armchair, panting, her mouth slightly open and her pussy flushed.

—Get on top of her —Mara ordered.

I did, bracing one knee on either side of Luciana’s body. My cock rested right over her chest, pointing toward her face.

—Masturbate over her.

I began jerking off with quick movements. Luciana looked at me as if she wanted to swallow me whole. Her lips were glistening and the hungry expression on her face finally broke me.

—And you —Mara said, gripping Luciana’s jaw—, open your mouth wide. I want to see you swallow it.

Luciana obeyed. She stuck out her tongue slightly, held my gaze, and said:

—Come for me.

That was enough. I came with a violent convulsion, shooting thick jets over her tongue and into her open mouth. Luciana didn’t turn her face away. She took all of my cum and swallowed it slowly without stopping her stare, while a few strands slid down the corner of her mouth.

Mara smiled, satisfied.

—Now kiss her.

I kissed her at once. I tasted my semen mixed with her juices and the other woman’s still fresh on her tongue. It was a dirty, long, obscene kiss, the kind that had nothing romantic about it and was pure shared pleasure instead. And yet, in the middle of all that rawness, there was also a fierce intimacy.

The three of us ended up in the shower, cleaning ourselves while laughing tiredly and exchanging caresses that were still heated. Mara left a while later, already dressed, giving Luciana a slow farewell kiss and me a look that seemed like either a promise or a warning.

When the door closed, I was alone with Luciana in bed. I thought we would sleep, but she turned toward me and caressed my cock, still sensitive.

—One part of the gift is still missing —she whispered.

—Even more?

—Even more honesty.

She pressed herself against me and made me lie on my back. She mounted my waist, kissed me again, and began stroking me slowly, no longer seeking a spectacle but a confession.

—Tell me what you felt when Mara was ordering you around.

I swallowed.

—It turned me on.

—And kissing me with the taste of her pussy?

—That too.

Her hand kept moving over me. I was getting hard again.

—And knowing that afterward it’ll be my turn to watch you with another man?

That was where I hesitated. Not out of rejection, but vertigo. Luciana noticed.

—You don’t have to pretend with me —she said—. If you don’t want to, you don’t want to. But if some part of you is curious, admit it.

I closed my eyes for a moment. I saw the scene from the afternoon on the sofa. I saw my reaction. I saw Mara giving me orders. I saw the brutal pleasure of letting myself be carried away. And I understood that it wasn’t only someone else’s fantasy that aroused me. There was something of my own in it, something that had been waiting a long time for a crack through which to emerge.

—I’m curious —I finally admitted.

Luciana smiled as if she hadn’t expected any other answer. She lowered her head and began sucking my cock again, this time more slowly, more deeply, giving me room to think and feel at the same time. She blew me until I was completely hard again, then sat on top of me, guiding me into her wet pussy.

She began riding me at a steady pace, using me to finish off the night. Every descent buried me in her heat; every rise left my cock gleaming for a second before she swallowed it again. I gripped her hips and moved with her from below.

—Say it again —she panted.

—I’m curious.

—More clearly.

—I want to try.

That aroused her. She began moving faster, rubbing herself hard, her hair stuck to her face with sweat. I lost control too and began thrusting from below, driving myself into her forcefully. The room filled with wet slaps, panting, and that mixture of exhaustion and savage excitement that only arrives after a night that has already grown too intense.

Luciana came again on my cock, squeezing me so tightly she nearly made me come with her. She collapsed onto my chest, kissed me, and whispered in my ear:

—Then next week you’ll return my gift.

I turned her over, put her on her stomach, and penetrated her once more, this time from behind, holding her by the waist. I wanted to finish inside her body, with that confession still vibrating between us. I fucked her hard, without speaking, until orgasm rose from my balls and made me come inside her with a moan that came out almost like a growl.

We stayed like that for a while, me still inside her, both of us breathing heavily. Then she turned around, caressed my face, and gave a low laugh.

—See? Sometimes the best gifts aren’t the ones people give you. They’re the ones that force you to discover yourself.

She was right. That night I hadn’t just watched two women fuck. I hadn’t just come while watching and participating in a fantasy that had been turning me on for some time. I had also acknowledged something that had been buried for years by habit, fear, or simply a lack of opportunity.

My bisexuality didn’t appear as an elegant label or a grand, dramatic revelation. It appeared amid wine, saliva, orders, pussy, semen, and a woman who knew exactly how to push me to the right edge. And once I saw it face-to-face, I no longer wanted to deny it.