You’ve got mail!
Sure, that’s a corny way to start this tale, but that’s just how this adventure began.
About six months ago, I decided to post a profile on an adult swinger website. I was curious as to what kinds of people were out there, plus I loved looking at the pictures posted by the members. I guess it’s was voyeur in me coming out. My ad was pretty similar to most;
nice looking single guy wishes to meet females or couples
. Mine had one small twist. I was looking for a bisexual couple.
I don’t really remember when I realized I was bicurious. I didn’t wake up one day and discover this, but I think it sort of developed slowly over time. Sometimes, when watching porn, I’d fast forward to the cum shot. Movies with transsexuals became interesting. I’d find myself wondering what it would be like to jerk off another guy. And yes, I admit I even thought of what it would be like to give another guy head. As for anal sex, I’m squarely in the “it’s better to give than to receive” camp…although a finger or two might be interesting. Like I said, this attitude developed over a period of years, and I finally decided to see if I could turn fantasy into reality.
I’ll admit I got lucky. The couple that contacted me was attractive, intelligent, fun to talk to, and very interested in helping me live my fantasy. I got email from them while on Thanksgiving vacation at my brother’s house. They had seen my profile, liked what they read, liked my picture, and wanted to know if I wanted to meet them. Before replying, I looked them up. Wow. The wife was very, very pretty. She was tall (about 5’11”), slim, lovely, small breasts, and my all-time favorite…a shaved pussy. And it was a pretty pussy, too. His picture was not posted, but his description sounded a lot like me. He was about 5’9”, with dark hair, a thick build, and a goatee. That’s pretty much how I look (or used to look, anyway). I responded that I would like to meet them, but was currently out of town and would contact them when I returned.
About a week later, we were all chatting on AIM, and having a blast. The wife and I had a very similar sense of humor and could play off of each other. As a joke, I started answering everything with “Yes, Ma’am, No, Ma’am” and she took to calling me her “boy toy”. We chatted a few times during the week and in what I would consider a supremely classy move, they asked me to write up my “perfect setting”. They were very interested in making it a reality, if possible, so I was more than happy to oblige. In addition, we agreed to meet early afternoon the following Saturday.
I swear it felt like two weeks went by instead of two days. I was so nervous I could barely eat. Well, maybe more excited than nervous. I never thought Saturday would get here, but finally it did. I was to meet them at a local restaurant that was a bit secluded so we could talk without being interrupted. Little did I know we’d do more than talk.
I arrived on time and met them going in the door. I was immediately impressed with both of them. Robin was a very attractive woman and incredibly friendly. She gave me a hug and quick kiss when her husband introduced us. I must admit that I developed a large crush on her in a moment’s time. She was dressed in a moderately short skirt, a blouse that showed just a hint of cleavage and another favorite of mine; high heels. In addition to being bicurious, I also have a foot fetish and love a woman in high heels. I remember mentioning this while chatting and thought it a very cool thing for her to wear. Her husband Mike was also a great guy, and we really did resemble one another from our similar builds, to same hair color and eye color. I was to find out later that this resemblance really turned Robin on. We were shown to a secluded booth towards the back of a fairly empty restaurant.
The booth was semi-circular surrounding a large table. Mike slid in one side, I slid in on the other and Robin slid in behind me so I ended up in the middle. The conversation and food were great. We all had a couple drinks to loosen us up, and it made the conversation flow easily. It was like we’d known one another for a while and could talk on any subject. Of course, the subject eventually turned to the reason for our meeting. “So, Greg,” Mike said, “have you thought about what we talked about? Are you still interested in going through with this?”
I hesitated for a moment and then said, “I’ve done a lot of thinking on this lately, and have decided that, yes, this is something I do want to try. From our conversations over the past few days, you know that I’m pretty nervous about this, but you’ve both made me feel very comfortable and I’d like to move forward. As you know, I’m interested in being with you both and want to please and be pleased by both of you.”
“Well,” Robin said, “as we talked I gave Mike a sign that said I was interested in going further with this and he gave me the same signal in return. We’d both love to help you realize your fantasy and have actually booked a room at one of the local casinos so you’d not have to wait any longer.”
I was floored by this. I did bring an overnight bag as they suggested, but didn’t think I would need it. My reaction was to simply look from one to the other with my mouth hanging open. “Keep doing that,” Mike said, “and you’ll wind up with something in your mouth.” I sorta blinked, realized what I was doing, and quickly closed my mouth. They both laughed and then Mike said that they both wanted to know what I was willing to do and not do.
