How I became a bisexual.
I had not always been bisexual. Many years ago, my
wife was in a car accident. When she recovered, we tried sex. She said sex
hurt. No matter what position we tried, she was just not enjoying our time in
bed. The time between having sex went
from days to weeks then months. At home,
my sexual needs went unfulfilled. I
decided an affair would be what I needed to fulfill sexual satisfaction. I had
many affairs over the years. I met many
women from personal advertisements posted on the Internet. The challenge was to
find a woman who just wanted a not strings attached relationship. I was lucky and found many women who were
willing to go to bed with me. As I got older the number of available women
decreased. I switched from women to couples
who were looking for a man to join them in their bedroom. With my extramarital
affairs, I never considered doing anything with a man. All I wanted was a woman's
mouth or a hot pussy for my cock's pleasure.
The transition to become bisexual took many years. My first experience with a bisexual person
was an unexpected to me.
Meeting married and single women was difficult, took
time and was expensive. In the end, some
of the married women stopped meeting because of their guilt. Some single women wanted me to leave my wife
(that was not going to happen). I
reasoned meeting couples did not have the negatives as the meeting women.
I had been meeting couples for sexual pleasures for a
few months. With some couples, the
husband liked to see his wife screwed by someone else. He liked to watch, maybe take pictures and
join the action. Because most wives
could handle two men at the same time, she had twice the fun than with just her
husband. Swinging magazines had
advertisements of couples that wanted stranger for sexual pleasure. Adult bookstores carried swinging magazines
for many geographic areas. I was living in south Florida
and at the local adult bookstore found good swinging magazines that covered
from Orlando south to Key West
The way the magazine advertisement worked was you had
to send a letter in one envelope posted to the mailbox shown in the
advertisement. In the envelope, you
would put a self-addressed stamped envelope (SASE) so the couple would not have
to spend a stamp sending you their reply.
I would enclose a one-page description of my interests. In the envelope, I would enclose a
photograph, one X-rated and one g-rated.
Before digital cameras, and I had to send my negatives off to a
photograph-processing lab that would print X-rated photographs. This cost me about $1.00 each photo. In every
SASE, I would enclose a 'fill-in the blanks' form to make it easy for the
couples tell me if they wanted to meet, and if they did not want to meet,
why. One reason for rejection I was
married. Many couples did not want to
mess around with a married man. I did
get some offers from couples to meet because I was married; they felt it was
safer than with a single man.
Not able to receive the return letters at my home
address or work address, I had to rent a mailbox. I understood whether you used the US Mail for
any illicit purposes it is a federal crime, so I used a local mail service cost
$15 a month. The mailbox location was
close to work, where I could send and pickup my mail on my lunch break.
Monthly a new issue of the swinging magazine would be
available. At the local bookstore, I
would buy the magazine then spend the next few hours looking for the new
advertisements and crossing through the advertisements that I had
responded. The first time I sent off
forty envelopes. Replies mailed to one
address where the sending service would put the address on each envelope and
mail to the couple. The cost of postage
back then was $0.28. Each reply was
costing me close to $2.75 for the envelopes, postage, the photographs, mailbox
and the magazine.
Out of the 40 response to the advertisements, I
received 20 replies. Seventy-five percent saying I was not what they were
looking into meeting, too old, too young, married, not married, not granted
enough, and so one. However, I received replies
from five couples who were interested in meeting. One of these couples I met changed my
thinking whom I would meet for intercourse.
My interests in meeting women were her tits and beaver. I love sucking on tits and eating a women.
Some couples had rules. One said I could do what I wanted
with his wife as long as I did not kiss her.
Another couple said I could do what I wanted but no virginal
intercourse, anal yes. All the couples I
met required the use condoms for intercourse. When meeting couples I had to
make sure I did not violate any of the limits set.
One couple lived in a town about 30 miles away. The husband, Bob, wrote the letter in reply
to my letter. He said that he would
decide whom his wife meets. Bob told me
I had to meet him first for interview, and then he would let me know whether he
and his wife would meet. We set a time
and location at a local Dennys where we could site and chat, had coffee, and
pretend conducting a business meeting or sell him on the idea of AMWAY.
I met Bob as agreed. He was a small man about
5'-2" and he weighted maybe 140 lbs.
He asked where I lived, what work I did, wanted to make sure I was for
real and not a deadbeat. I passed the
first round of questions. He asked a more direct question how many people I had
met. I responded that I had met and had
affairs with a dozen women over the last three years. I explained that I was looking for a sexual
good time. The women I had met, though in the beginning agreed just wanted to
have a sex friend, all wanted more. I
was not going to leave my marriage so the affairs did not last. I explained that it seemed logical to meet
couples because they were not looking for a relationship except just the
friendship sex. I told him that I had
met several couples when I was working in New Mexico Florida
Bob liked my answers, continues to talk about what he
and his wife wanted. He wanted to watch
her with another man then join in. It
sounded great to me. After about 45
minutes of conservation, he said he would get back to me. I gave him my cell phone number and told him
to call when they had decided. The next
day, and I received a call from Bob and he asked whether I could make it on the
Friday night. I was working construction
projects that needed me to be out of town this allowed me to invent an excuse
to be away that Friday night.
Bob provided directions to his house and told to be
there not before 7 PM. I arrived at a
few minutes after 7 PM. Bob met me at
the door and escorted me to the den. Bob
introduced me to his wife Susie as she came in from the kitchen, extended her
hand, and asked whether I wanted anything to drink. I asked for a Coke. Impressed at how trim and fit this women was,
I felt a twinge in my pants. She had a perfect body. She was wearing a dress, which covered her
smooth round butt, cinched at the waist by a belt then flowing up to a low
neckline covering her, large breasts and a beautiful cleavage. She wore no makeup
and was stunning. I wondered why Bob and
Susie wanted to meet an average person similar to me. I was not trim and fit
nor was I hung (eight inches or more). I did not think I was handsome in the
looks department and not in the physical body either.
Susie must have worked out six hours a day to have an
outstanding body. She said she was 29,
and he was 30 and I was 43 at the time.
She explained the children were going to bed and until they were asleep,
we would chat in the Den. In ten
minutes, she checked the children; all were fast asleep, and Bob asked me to
join them in their bedroom. I had always
respected couples for inviting me to their private activities. It was an honor invited into their bedroom and
sharing Susie. In the bedroom,
commanding the actions, Susie took charge.
She approached me, starting to undo my shirt, then removing the shirt
and T-shirt. She then asked me to
unbutton the front of her dress, that I did slowly and fumbling with the small
buttons. The dress had many buttons,
each undone showed more of this wonderful woman's body, tanned all over except
where her bikini bathing suit covered her breasts. I had a lust for tan lines and wow; I was
excited. About halfway down, I could see
that she was wearing a red lace bra. Susie
had a stunning pair of perfectly round breasts.
Finally, the buttons were all undone; the dress fell to the ground and
showing that she had matching red panties, garter and black stockings. She was a pleasure to see and gave me an
instant hard on. I turned to talk to Bob
who now naked had a semi-hard erection.
She undid my belt, pulled the zipper down and my pants slid to my knees
with one motion. I liked wearing boxer
shorts. I stepped out of my pants and
boxers disclosing my lily-white body. I remove my socks, so I was naked in
front of the couple.
I kept looking at her body sitting on the bed beside
her. Bob was standing next to the bed
watching so I started to kiss Susie.
First her neck; then to her ear, and to her mouth were I was met with a
sexy pair of lips that met mine in a passion kiss, mouths open and a full body
embraced. Entangled in one another arms
and legs with our tongues touching, playing hide-and- go seek, fighting over who
would dominate. I let her passion
dominate and enjoyed her exploring of my mouth and lips. We broke our embrace, so I could start
kissing her flesh around her bra feeling her heaving mounds of motherhood in my
hands. I felt her erected nipples
through the silky material of her bra.
Thinking back to my high school-days, I remembered how to remove a bra
with one hand while fondling her breast.
I reached behind her back and with one motion, the bra slipped off
disclosing the perfect pair of breasts with tan lines that just covered the
nipples and the skin on each side. The
bikini tan line looked liked the typical triangle shape because what I saw was
pure white flesh. I must had been
starring and not doing what I was supposed to because she put her hand behind
my head and pulled me close to her breast and right to her nipple.
I spent the next few minutes, sucking, licking,
kissing, founding, nibbling, and even biting her nipples until they were erect,
and extended up from the rest of her pink areola. They were perfect in every
way, and I told her many times how beautiful they were. I told Bob how lucky he
was to have such a good-looking wife. She climbed on the bed Bob and I were on either
side. I stimulated one breast while he
sucked the other breasts. She was kissing him as she felt my mouth licking her
pink round nipple. She reached down with
her hands to grab both of our erect cocks. Her hand felt marvelous on my
erection, and I enjoyed her soft touch and her slow but firm hand
movement.
Bob removed her red lace panties, exposing her trimmed
pubic hair. I could see her pubic area trimmed above her joy slit and shaved
all-around sides. Her smooth pussy was an
appealing site. With a glimpsing look
from Bob's eyes, he motion for me to give her oral. I moved between her legs as
she spread them apart, exposing her clean-shaven snatch. She parted the outer lips to expose her inner
pink wetness, and that was all it took for me to go down on her. She was wet, smelled of perfume and tasted
like peaches. I did not eat my wife
often. Still learning what to do with my mouth, lips or tongue I explored the
wetness between her legs. She moaned
grab my head, moving it here and there as my tongue darted about. I tried to find the spot that would make her
climax. I did find her spot it was
swollen to the size of a dime and erect but not similar to her nipples. I touched this spot with the tip of my
tongue, and then pressed harder, and I felt her body shake. As my head was between her legs, I could not
move but to continue pressure on her joy button as she climaxed. Her climaxing was an enjoyable feeling for
both of us. It made me think about why women
become lesbians. They both know exactly what to do to please their
partner.
I had eaten her wet slit and made her climax one or
two times. She sat up and moved me to the center of the bed. I thought at the time she was going to sit on
my rock-hard erection. She turned facing away from me. Her naked torso was sitting on my upper chest
kneeling with one leg on each side of me.
She started sucking my cock. In
this position, I had a close-up view of her rear just inches from my face. I could see her pink rosebud and her dangling
snatch lips. I moved my head trying to
reach her wetness. When she felt my hot breath, she moved back and sat on my
face. I enjoyed her wet slit on my mouth
and her rosebud at my noses. Her weight
was on my chest with her mouth on my manhood and fondling my balls. Numerous men would love to be me at that
moment. Susie was a ten. I enjoyed her warm wet slit with my
tongue. I felt something unusual,
something strange. I could not put my
finger on it. I knew what one mouth and
hands felt like on my cock. I felt was something more. I could not see around her body with her
being on top of me. I only felt maybe a
second pair of hands fondling my balls and putting my cock in their mouth. Yes, I realized Bob was touching me. Susie
was on top. Her weight held me down. Bob's hands fondled my cock and balls as Susie
sucked my cock. This was not a bad feeling. I had to admit to myself, this was a
most pleasurable feeling. I enjoyed her rocking back and forth on my mouth, her
juices smeared on my lips and cheeks.
I had another strange feeling I had never
encountered. I felt a mouth sucking my
balls. I felt a second mouth sucking the
head of my cock. I realized the husband
must have been licking my balls. I was
not sure whether I liked this, I was not gay, and I did not want to do gay
things. I tried to move her 120lb. body but she just grinned her wet pussy onto
my mouth. I could not move and allowed
the action to continue, not knowing if I should tell them to stop. I thought to myself, "Am I
homophobic?"
The couple kept licking and sucking my cock and
balls. My mind questioned if what I was
feeling was wrong. No, it felt too good
to be wrong.
My mind told me to shut up and take it like a
man. I felt myself ready to climax
hard. I felt myself squirt one, twice
and then a third time. I did know where my man juice landed, but I did not have
any on me. I knew I felt both hot mouths
licking my spunk now leaking down my semi cock.
In 30-seconds, I had a limp dick; she got off me, and kissed me on the
lips. I tasted my juice on her lips. We
dressed. I thanked Bob and Susie for inviting
me into their bedroom. The next day I
called Bob to thank him again and asked if I might return. He replied that they had so many men answering
their advertisement that they only met a man once. Thanks again he said and hung up. Wow, I had one of the best blowjobs of my
life with one female mouth and one male mouth and no chance of a second
meeting. After that experience, I decided to find a man to suck my cock. I did not want to suck him. Receiving oral
sex does not make you homosexual does it? Maybe just bisexual…
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