I was having a sip of tea with a new lover, talking about my first bi experience. It's what she enjoyed doing, getting together in a more refined establishment to flirt and talk about our sordid lives as we watched the shock on those around us before going to one of our apartments to make wild love to each other.
This time I was led to tell her about one of my first bi experiences with a couple. IT happened after a wedding in Malibu. I kept catching the eyes of a couple throughout the wedding - especially the wife, but occasionally the husband - until at one point I went over and introduced myself to them. I was still pretty naive at this point, but they were friendly enough, flirting and laughing. I was somewhat confused by what was going on, even when they invited me back to their hotel room, for a post-wedding cocktail.
This was in the early nineties and I was in my thirties. I had enjoyed what I thought was pretty wild nights in NYC and LA, so was always seeking new adventures, and this was something I had never explored.
In any event I found myself knocking on their hotel room later and went in. She was nude and he was without a shirt. She came over to me and put her arms around my neck, giving me a deep tongue kiss. I almost tried to push her away until I heard her husband laugh about perhaps me not being a swinger like they were.
She asked me if I swung to which I nodded quickly. I remember him coming up behind me as his hand slid up and down my ass, grabbing my nipples for her to lick and explaining to me that "just because another man sucks your cock or you his, it doesn't mean you're gay, it just means you enjoy giving and receiving pleasure."
