Some of my husband's friends just don't get why he doesn't spend all day on Sunday watching football. A couple of them know why.....
Kurt and I started dating in college. I was a liberated small town girl with healthy sexual appetite, 36 C chest and a fierce case of a "Fuck you I won't do what you tell me!" attitude. Kurt was a liberated small town guy (different small town) with a rugged, lumberjack body, 90's grunge hair and an adventurous spirit. We dated from our sophomore year until we graduated then got married 5 months after.
We've had a great life. Relatively fulfilling careers that have paid better than average. We raised one child, a son who lives in Austin, Texas and is a happy healthy contributing member of society, so we feel pretty lucky and successful on that front. Except for a few years when our son was young and our careers were too, we've had a great sex life.
We first had sex about 5 months into dating and it was great. We were not close to being each other's firsts, we had both been a tad slutty for a while our freshman years, but when we first started having sex something just clicked. The chemistry was automatic and we both knew how to make each other reach epic heights of passion. Kurt's dick was just perfect, 7.5", veiny and thick and he had better than average stamina and amazing recovery powers. Our sex was hot and often and that has lasted throughout the majority of our marriage. Due in no small part to our openness and shared love of sexual adventure.
It was about a year and a half into having sex with each other that I made a big discovery. I was looking for my underwear at in Kurt's room one morning and looked under the bed where I found some bi porn mags. (Yes, magazines. It was the 90's.) I was shocked. I was not at all homophobic, but had no inkling that Kurt was attracted to men. I was not offended by porn and as a matter of fact, Kurt and I had watched some tapes (90's) together prior. Kurt walked in and I was sitting on his floor with the magazine in my hands. He was mortified. After some very awkward apologizing by both of us (me for was seemed like snooping and him for having the magazines) we sat down and had an open, honest conversation. He admitted to some dalliances in bisexual fun. I admitted to the same with a girlfriend of mine. I admitted it turned me on and it became a matter of fact, no big deal part of our lives.
We have indulged in a few threesomes and foursomes over the years. A few swingers' clubs visits, a couple of hot nights while on vacation and meeting others in bars and clubs, we even had a profile on a swingers site for a few years. Being parents we had to be very discreet, and our participation in the lifestyle was on and off again over the years.
But now, we are young empty nesters (54 and 53) and while we are still discreet, we have found one particularly fun weekend activity we do about every 6 weeks or so. It can go something like this-
Kurt put the dishes in the dishwasher, and I put leftovers in the fridge after our quiet Sunday dinner. Kurt turned to me as he pressed start on the dishwasher and smiled. "Shall we go get ready?"
He had a particularly wicked smile as this was no ordinary Sunday and we were not just going to a movie. I smiled and asked, "What time is Sterling meeting us?"
"7:30 At the front door" he replied.
"Then yes, we need to get ourselves ready for fun!" I said enthusiastically.
This gave us just enough time to shower, clean some other, ahem, areas out and trim up some areas and for Kurt to do just a little manscaping. We were only a quick 10-minute drive from our destination, so thankfully we would not have long to wait after our hygiene was taken care of before our fun began.
We dressed very practically and not to impress as our clothes would not be on long once we got where we were going. Kurt pulled his jockstrap up, framing the ass I have loved cupping, smacking, fondling, digging my nails into and slipping toys into for almost 30 years. Tank top, running pants and a hoodie finish off his outfit and I put on my white thong, yoga pants and sweatshirt, no bra and we are ready to go. Kurt grabs our bag of supplies and we in the car and on our way.
"Where the FUCK are you going?" you're probably asking.
A local bathhouse that is very popular with gay and bi men in our lovely little city has a special co-ed Sunday where ladies are allowed and encouraged. Ladies who like bi men especially. We discovered it a few months ago as we were researching places to indulge in some group play and then after visiting one Sunday and checking things out, Kurt had a wonderful idea he shared with me and we have made it a regular event.
We drive down to the bathhouse and park a couple of blocks away. We park in a well lit lot, no trepidation at all about the short walk. We turn the corner and see our friend we enlisted to help us with our adventure, an older gay gentlemen named Sterling who really enjoys being our facilitator. "Betty!" Sterling exclaims and we approach and he leans in for a cheek peck and quick hug. "Hello Sterling, so good to see you. babe!" I say. "Delightful to see my favorite semi-hetero couple!" Sterling says as he gives Kurt a welcoming hug as well.