Mixed Bathhouse Thoughts

Demonstrating why Literotica needs a bisexual section.

As it turned out, my second visit on a bathhouse mixed day was even better in many ways than the first extraordinary one. A major reason, apart from simply being extremely fortunate, was the large amount of weed I had brought. The late 70s were a decadent time to grow up in, and after breaking up with my first girlfriend, I spent a while getting stoned and fantasizing about group sex. Along with getting stoned, buying poppers and bi and gay group hardcore mags, followed by using the bong repeatedly before opening the explicit porn, letting my cock lead me on. Imagining the most kinky possible arrangements of group sex between men and women as the poppers expanded in my lungs.

It took decades before my first threesome, which happened after getting very stoned in a coffeehouse in the middle of a day long visit to a bathhouse in another country. So lost in paradise that it took me a lot of effort to realize a different mouth was going down on my cock. And no effort to let it continue without caring about a condom. We were in the darkroom, using newly bought poppers as two men shared my cock. The sheer pleasure of two mouths was unbelievable, even compared to my wildest fantasies.

Aware for the first time of having amazing sex in a way my wife could never match. She did not like weed, and did not like me smoking before sex. She was also not that interested in sex, though she did become addicted to cumming with a vibrator, which took years to finally introduce her to. Even then, she really did not want any distractions as she played with herself, orgasming multiple times. I certainly liked watching her wet pussy contract as she came, and her pussy felt amazing to fuck after she was finished playing with her toy.

For some people, stoned sex is irresistible sex. Including how sexy conversation can become when getting high together. Though I did tell my then wife about visiting a bathhouse, we never really talked about what happened inside. She knew it made me incredibly horny to talk, but was not interested, especially when she knew I was high.

In contrast to a former bi lover, the only woman I have talked to explicitly about my bathhouse experiences. Though she enjoyed hearing about what happened inside, especially after we had shared a joint, she just could not really understand that everyone was basically equally uninhibited and available. She had various standards of attractiveness for partners and was submissive, so the idea of sucking 6 cocks was something she could only imagine in terms of humiliation - which did make her wet.

Something that does not particularly describe how men have sex freely in a male only sauna, especially group sex. She also is the only woman I have directly discussed actual swinging with, being the only person I know who went to a sex club. Who drank a lot of gin and tonics, dancing and walking around in a short clingy skirt without panties. She found the experience disappointing in general, though she did provide some insights that were considerably more accurate during the second mixed day visit.

Certainly regarding explaining how things went for the first third of the visit. I have been a nudist for a quarter of a century, so seeing nude women of various ages and shapes is not unusual. However, watching a sexually intimate mixed couple without needing to be secretive as your cock swells at the sight is the reason for being inside such a sauna. Though they had no problem being open, they also had no interest in the sort of free wheeling sex that often happens at the baths.

However, when the woman from my first visit arrived, she provided exactly the same uninhibited satisfaction as any man. The contrast between her and the first woman in this way was quite noticeable. Being introduced to the sort of sex that might be fairly common at a sex club was certainly entertaining, but having a woman available who loved sharing was something else entirely. One who made no secret of what she wanted, which was hot sex with multiple partners.

Unlike my first visit, the mood inside definitely changed over time. Which went well with being able to smoke weed every hour or so, a fantastic addition. As everyone inside a bathhouse is aware going inside, everything is fair game in terms of watching and participating, and my cock was loving it. Yet the more stoned I got, the more I wanted gay sex.

This time, having a woman around did not stop the cruising. Seeing her be fucked while also watching a man go down on a glistening hard cock was my first bi sex scene in person, not just porn. One where I did consider sharing that sexy cock, a thrilling thought.

Later, after smoking more bowls, there was an intense gay threesome that I watched while masturbating. However, they left before I could get involved or cum. There was still at least one woman in the baths, but her presence did not change much regarding men having sex with each other. Plus, I no longer cared at this point about a woman seeing me have sex with other men.

With two visits, comparisons are possible, if only to provide contrast. The second trip here was both more straight and more gay than the first, separated by something of a repeat of my first visit. The shared woman remains an incredible highlight involving hours of physical intimacy, and only the fact she is a woman means those are hours of straight sex. From long experience of the baths, she was a familiar sort of sex sauna visitor, having little to do with her being female compared to a total bathhouse slut, like myself.

Her video room group sessions provided a break between the distinctly straight and gay parts of this mixed day. Leading me to wonder whether the point of my local bathhouse being exclusively gay may not be all wrong. The crowd involving the first woman had no interest in contact, to the extent that avoiding contact was actively pursued in a way that attempted to demonstrate that they were only here to watch her.

That might be a bit exaggerated, but the result was certainly a bit unsettling. So many men studiously not touching anyone but themselves, looking only at the woman, was straight in a way that was undeniable. Also making me question whether cruising a bathhouse would be productive for male sex, since most men inside apparently did not want gay sex. In other words, mixed days would attract considerably fewer men interested in sex with other men. At least for a certain amount of time, because the reality of what makes a bathhouse so attractive does not change.

As the women left, it felt as if the straight men also left. Revealing that not every man I earlier thought straight actually was. Especially a man that had been stroking to the earlier public blow job, who later was getting exquisitely poppered with two other younger men sharing a brown bottle themselves going down on him.

Poppers are not exclusively for men, but many women have no interest in trying them. My first three girlfriends did, leading me to at least hope that some woman on a mixed day might be curious. On the other hand, I remain a bit skittish in terms of anything that might put off a woman.

That skittishness goes away with enough weed unsurprisingly, just like buying and getting off to hard core bi and gay mags with poppers decades ago. However, it shows a certain orientation that would not exist if women were not such a rare delight at a bathhouse. Particularly during my second visit where two women provided wonderful scenes of fucking, with another openly making out topless, being felt up by her partner, towel on her thighs.

Bi is not straight - a man's mouth is as welcome on my cock as a woman's - but it is also not gay. Going down on a man or a woman is equally satisfying, but with a woman available, cock is simply not as important. And if this is the framework of a man that has gone down on hundreds of sexy cocks, then men who consider themselves straight are really not going to be getting involved with other men. At least with a woman around.

For definitely bi men, mixed day is an added attraction, though a somewhat bi-curious man might be a bit disappointed regarding male contact. The more curious likely have already gone inside a bathhouse, learning how hot sex with men is. This especially because apart from this bathhouse, and one full time mixed sauna in another city that no longer exists, a bathhouse with men and women together doesn't exist.

A bi man that is a regular bathhouse visitor knows that no single woman can provide the addictive shared pleasures found among other naked men. A bi husband does not need to find a woman to have sex with generally, and when returning to the baths, is looking for other experiences that no wife can offer. Like sucking six cocks in a row, or losing track of how many mouths have covered your willing shaft in perfect wet bliss. My opinion remains that such things are much less likely on a mixed day.