I shocked the world when I wrote positive stories about bisexual black men and bisexual black women living normal, happy lives. I wrote about these me...n and women as fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, community members, churchgoers and working professionals. I portrayed them as people, rather than the sexually adventurous deviants that much of modern literature and society is dedicated to vilifying. In my own way, I sought to bring balance to the world of literature. Whether I succeeded. "Courtney looked up. "What's her name?"Kathy let out a soft sigh. "Eileen is all I remember. I'm not even sure she told us her last name. And ... that's only one of our problems." You want to find her," Courtney said, more statement than question, having put things together almost instantly."Yep." But why?" Bridget wondered."Well ... because I, uh... we," she responded, her eyes glancing at her sister-wife for an instant, "think our husband needs another wife, and Eileen was obviously. " Michelle rolled off the bed and opened a draw and pulled out a strap on dildo. Smiling she quickly pulled the strap on and buckled it up, Belinda rolled on her side and watched as Michelle grabbed a bolt of lubricate and squirted some on the dildo and Peter moved himself to the edge of the bed as Michelle spread his legs and squirted someone on his ass and then without hesitation pushed the dildo in his ass. Peter grunted in pain and then looked at Belinda and smiled "Fuck my ass bitch".. She told me she could feel me inside so deep and wanted more. I began to feel her vagina spill more of her cum onto my cock as she ran her hands down my back and placing her ankles against my own ass, moving in time with my thrusting. I could feel my own control leaving as my thrusting became more urgent. The lustful fire that was building inside of us began to burn outwardly in full force. I could feel my cum start to gather inside of my cock. Michele must have too as she began to.