YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/bi_party.sty

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                            CHRISTMAS PAST
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    I'd always known that there were certain men who held just as much
sexual fascination  for me  as women, the only trouble was I never had
the guts  to find  out what  I should  do about  it and there are some
things one just does not tell a wife.

    Allison and  I had  been married  long enough for neither of us to
want to  change things  too much.  She and  I both worked for the same
company: I  in the  design department,  she as the Managing Director's
personal secretary.  Her appointment,  it seems,  was to stop his wife
suspecting him of any tomfoolery as Allison had known both of them for
far longer than she had known me and of course she was married to me.

    But just why she married me I could never understand. It wasn't as
if I was ever going to be a high flyer. She could have had her pick of
the young  junior executives  if she wanted. But pick me she did and I
certainly had no say in the matter as she latched on, hauled me in and
landed me within a year of setting me as her target.

    The only  fly in the ointment was sex. She was so inhibited it was
just untrue.  The missionary  position was  usually her limit and if I
asked her  to get on top every now and then I would be met with a sur-
prised "now?  Why?" As  far as  I knew, she had not slept with anybody
else --  ever -- and after several sessions with a therapist, she told
me that  her inhibitions  went too deep and the only cure was when she
finally learned to relax. But the therapy had seemed to work a little,
for during  the past  six months, she had certainly been a little more
willing than she had been before.

    So we  carried on  in our rut with me becoming more and more frus-
trated as time went on.

    It was  the annual Christmas bash that solved both of our problems
at the  same time, although neither of us anticipated it going the way
it did.

    That year,  the MD had decided to throw open the doors of his neo-
Georgian mansion  in deepest  Surrey as  a special treat. The firm had
landed a  big oil-dollar  contract with  Saudi Arabia which would keep
the company solvent for the next decade and ensure that there would be
no job  losses. So,  after the  kids had  been left  in charge  of her
mother, we  got dressed  up to the nines, made sure our overnight bags
were packed in the car and set off for the all-night party.

    We were greeted at the door by Mike, the MD's butler and as we en-
tered the main hall, I noticed that things were already in full swing.
Couples were dancing, some were smooching and I caught sight of a pair
vanishing upstairs hand in hand.

    It was quite a party. Allison drunk the champagne like water and I
was feeling pretty flushed myself. As the champagne took control of my
emotions the people in the room became more and more attractive as the
night went on.

    One lad in the sales department caught my eye. He seemed to be all
on his  own and  had resisted  all offers for a dance with some of the
prettier women  in the room. He certainly was gorgeous, I thought as I
invited him over to our table for company. I was oddly pleased that he
accepted for  although I  had known  him for the last couple of months
since he  joined the  firm from school, I had not really looked at him
closely and I liked what I saw.

    When I  returned to  our table  with him I realised that the drink
had affected  Allison more  than I  thought, for  the office romeo had
homed in  on her and his attentions were not being brushed off too an-
grily. She  was even teasingly encouraging him as his hand lay against
the edge of her dress.

    I turned  my attention towards young David. Far from looking as if
he was  enjoying himself  it seemed  as if he was very sad about some-
thing and  I felt  he needed  somebody to  talk to.  "What's  up  then
David?" I  asked in  concern. "Anything  you want  to tell me?" He was
stopped as  he started to explain by Allison's raucous laughter at the
romeo's last  joke. As  she laughed, the romeo raised his hand to stop
her from  falling on  the floor. As he touched her, his hand seemed to
accidently rest on her left tit, as if to hold her in place.

    To my  shock, Allison  did not  object and actually moved her body
toward him  as if  she wanted  the other  one touched  as well. "C'mon
Steve," she  said to  the romeo as she rose from the table in reaction
to the  sounds of a smoochy number, "let's dance." Then, turning to me
she added: "You don't mind dear, do you?"

    "Of course  not," I  said to  her back as she disappeared onto the
dance floor.  I turned  back to  young David, who was looking at me in
shock. "You  know that  bloke screws  anything that moves," he said to
me. "Oh  yeah?" I retorted. "How do you know? You don't believe every-
thing he says do you?"

    "Well, he's  had Shirley  in accounts as well as Jackie and Sue in
marketing ...  both at  the same  time." He paused. "And he had me ...
until yesterday,  that is,  when he  dropped me for that awful Mike in
Packaging." Suddenly, he started to cry. I was stunned: "I didn't know
he was  like that.  I'd heard all the rumours about him. But I thought
it was women only."

    I looked  at the  boy, for  he couldn't have been more than seven-
teen. "Are you..." I hesitated. "Are you gay, David?"

    "Well, I  think I am," he said slowly. "I like being with men more
than women. And I Like older men ... like you."

    It was out at last. I had really known about it for some time, but
didn't want  to think about it. He used to sit at my table in the can-
teen whenever  I was  there, was constantly asking for my help and ad-
vice about all sorts of matters. But did I fancy him?

    Then something  caught my  eye as I looked away from him and I saw
Allison creeping  upstairs --  obviously  in  pursuit  of  the  romeo.
"Right," I  thought. "If she wants to get her end away, then so do I."
I turned  to him  "Come on  David. Let's get out of here, where we can
talk in private." I led him by the hand towards the stairs.

    As I  reached the top with David in tow, I saw Allison vanish into
a bedroom  and decided to move into the room where we would be staying
the night.  There were  no chairs, so we were forced to sit on the bed
together. Me at one end, David at the other.

    "Now tell  me all about it. What's been happening to you," I asked
in a husky voice, afraid to get too close, afraid at what was going to
happen, afraid of letting him know what was going through my mind.

    He looked at me, paused and then decided to tell me. "I was twelve
when I  seduced my  father. Mother had been ill in hospital and we had
to cope on our own for ages. One day I walked into his bedroom and saw
him playing with himself. I walked over, took it in my hand and sucked
him off.  Later he fucked me and we did it every day until my mum came
out of hospital, then he seemed to lose interest in me." He started to
cry again.

    "I've tried  it with  girls and  although it's okay, I really just
like sex with men. I've hung around toilets, but there are so few peo-
ple I  actually fancy."  I noticed  that he had edged toward me on the
bed still  crying. Then he threw himself at me and, I let him cry him-
self out. Suddenly he stopped and broke away. We could hear the noises
next door of Allison being well and truly fucked, the noise of the bed
springs coupled with her groaning began to turn me on.

    I looked  at David. "Right," I thought. "This is it." I pulled him
roughly toward  me "Do  you want  me?" I asked and kissed him. His re-
sponse was  warm -- and gratifying. He allowed his hand to creep up my
leg and grasp the outline of my by now erect prick.

    I broke  off. "Get  undressed," I  said. "Now." Without a word, he
undid his  shirt, took  off his  jacket but left his trousers on as he
walked over  to me.  "Please," he  said. "You have to do it. I have to
know." The  zip was  there. All  I had  to do  was pull it down, but I
paused. "David,"  I said.  "I am  a married  man. You  know what  this
means. It  means that I wont be able to give you all my attention, but
I will give you as much as I can."

    "I understand,"  he said  huskily. "Please, I've fancied you for a
long time.  I want  you to  take me. I want to feel you explode inside
me. I want your cock in my mouth. Please unzip me."

    That was  all the  invitation I needed to hear. I took hold of the
zip and  gently released  his throbbing  member through  the vent.  He
groaned and  sank into  my arms.  Suddenly, I didn't care. I smothered
him with  kisses. First  his eyes,  then his lips in a long, lingering
embrace, then  I moved  down his body. His right nipple reacted to the
gentle lap  of my  tongue while  his left  was given  an extra-special
kiss. Then,  it was  the moment of truth ... And I didn't know what to
do next!

    He seemed  to sense  my doubts.  "Get undressed," he hissed. "Take
them all  off and  then just  do what  comes naturally."  How could  I
refuse? Within seconds I was as naked as he was and resumed the atten-
tion I was giving to his nipples. I began to move slowly down his body
and he  groaned. Now  I actually  had his prick to suck. I tentatively
took his  circumcised knob in my mouth, before taking more and more of
it in.

    Within seconds I had its length almost down my throat. Gagging and
choking I  sucked and  licked as  if there was no tomorrow, I tried to
get it  all in,  and felt him begin to writhe. "I can't .... Oh god, I
can't .....  I can't hold it!" he gasped. I couldn't reply, but nodded
my head and was immediately rewarded with a flood of hot, sticky spunk
down my  gullet. David  sighed with relief as I released his cock from
my mouth. I had to admit it, it tasted good!

    "Now you,"  he said  moving his body as if to suck me. I laid back
as his  head began  bobbing up  and down  on my  prick. His hand crept
round to my arse and he pushed a finger in "That's great," I said as I
neared my climax. "Do you want me to come?"

    "Oh no," he replied. "I want you to take me now." He looked at me.
"This is  your chance. Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me long, put it all
in." He  arched his  legs towards  his stomach and I climbed on board,
slowly easing  myself into him. "Okay?" I asked. "Ohhhhh yessss," came
the reply as I moved fully into him. He winced at the attack a little,
but I  was too  far gone by now. I could hear Allison getting a second
screwing next  door and  I began  to move in and out of the boy under-
neath me.  I was  in and fucking him like a piston with my climax get-
ting closer and closer.

    As Allison  screamed out her second orgasm, I screamed out too and
erupted into  David, pumping  what seemed like gallons of cum into the
arse of  the boy  below me.  "That was  great," said David as I slowly
pulled out  and climbed  off him.  "I've wanted you for ages and now I
have you all to myself - don't I?"

    I looked at him. My first gay lover. My first enjoyable sexual ex-
perience in  years. What  was I to do? I actually wanted him again and
again. My prick was getting harder, but I had to sort this out as soon
as possible.  "David," I  began. "Please," he interrupted. "If you are
going to  say that  this was  just because of the drink, I'll kill my-
self. I  know that  you liked  it and  I liked  it. What's  wrong with
that?"

    "I was going to say that I would like to see you again. But I just
don't know  how I'm  going to  arrange it."  Then I thought of Allison
next door with the romeo and suddenly an idea crossed my mind.

    "Follow me," I said to the boy as I crept out of our bedroom door.
I burst  in to  the next bedroom expecting to see Allison still in bed
with the office romeo.

    Instead, it  was Allison  and Stephanie, the chief typist. She had
this massive artificial prick strapped to her waist and was just about
to climb  on top  of Allison  for a another fuck. Stephanie slowly in-
serted the  hard member  into Allison  and I saw my wife responding as
she had never done for me.

    As the  pair fucked,  I pushed  David over  a chair and slipped my
prick into  David's arse  again, and  this time  wanked him  round the
front , only to see him jet his spunk across the room as I poured into
him and  my wife  shuddered with what must have been a massive orgasm.
Stephanie climbed  off and  I pulled  out of David. "Allison!" I said.
"How long  has this been going on?" She looked startled, then defiant.
"That's what  has been  my problem," she wailed. "I like girls as well
as guys  that's what  my therapist  discovered. She said that I should
get laid  by a  girl to see if I really liked it." She looked defiant.
"And I do!"

    I sat  on the  bed. "All  that guff I told you about me needing to
relax was just that. Stephanie and I have been lovers for the past six
months and  I now  feel much  better in  bed with  you." I  looked  at
Stephanie. "I'm  shocked," I  told her.  "Why didn't anybody tell me?"
Then Allison  noticed David  standing by  the door  and looked  at  my
nakedness. I could actually see her putting two and two together. "You
don't mean..."  She began to laugh. "You don't mean that this has been
your problem too?"

    David and  I still see each other regularly. Allison does not mind
and we  have an  arrangement where  I stay  in a hotel while Stephanie
visits. Of  course, she must never know that Stephanie and I have been
lovers since I started at the firm.

    There are, after all, some things one does not tell a wife...

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