I promised someone that I would write about my first bi experience so if that subject turns you off, stop here. If you're underage, why are you reading this? Also, safe sex is not illustrated in this story but in real life, it's a good idea. Do you know where it was last? Wrap that rascal!
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I'm not the sort of person that you would ever think had bisexual fantasies. I fall way below the "gaydar." My friends of both sexes all consider me to be a pussy hound. So, when the opportunity arose, my predilection and my curiosity were quite aroused.
The setting was a funky watering hole in the village of East Hampton, New York, "The Blue Parrot." With good margaritas and tex-mex fare, it's a good hang. I was there with a bunch of local characters, all friends. We were loose and goofy, and we were laughing a lot. Some of the conversation was of local politics, local gossip and sex jokes. The women were as raw as the men and this was a type of banter we were all used to, as we usually met here once a week. It was in early July but the day was rainy and dreary. Most of the summer tourists were home preparing to their evening at some fine restaurant and then a tour of the clubs. The Parrot was fairly empty at that time of day.
I was 53 at the time and just coming off an ugly divorce. I look about ten years younger than my age and my body is in pretty good shape. I stand six foot and have a trim and rugged physique. I was feeling no pain that afternoon and was in no rush to end the party but as the dinner hour was arriving, our group began to break up and drift away. I went up to Barry, the bartender and paid my tab when he pointed to a couple and said that they would like to buy me another margarita. I took the drink and walked over to their corner table to thank them. As I was outside on the deck with my gang, I was oblivious to the crowd inside and I never saw them. Now, as I walked over, I liked what I saw. They were both in their mid-thirties, tall, thin and in very good shape. They both looked like runners. As I approached the table, he stood up and offered his hand, asking me to pull up a chair.
"What did I do to deserve another drink?" I inquired, adding "Oh, by the way, my name is Stewart."
"I'm Roger and this is my wife, Patty. You seemed to know a lot about this place. Since we are here for a month, we thought you might tell us some good things to see and do here."
"It would be my pleasure. What sort of things are you interested in?"
For the next hour, I told them of good restaurants, good beach situations, good galleries, the best sunsets, good boat charters and finally, the most romantic spots. Patty took down some notes but was mostly very quiet. As I was wrapping things up, she asked me where some the stars lived. I told her that I would be pleased to give them a guided tour and I gave them my phone number. I excused myself and went off to the men's room to drain my snake.
Upon my return and as I was about to bid them a good evening, Patty asked if I had some time to give them a little tour now as there was still a couple of hours of sunlight. I have no idea what possessed me to agree but within a few minutes, I was driving my SUV toward Further Lane and the wealthy oceanfront estates. I pointed out all the movie stars, the directors, the producers, the billionaires, etc. I took them along Further, then back along Middle Lane, the Highway Behind the Pond, then Lily Pond Lane and finally the Georgica Association. Forming a large circle, I ended up back at The Parrot parking lot.
"Listen, Stew. That was great fun. We think you're a scream, too! Are you busy tonight or would you like to come over to our place for some more drinks? We also have some good smoke if you're into that," said Roger.
By this time, I had taken a real liking to this couple. Patty was very pretty and very sensual in the way she moved and held herself. Several times, I caught myself looking down her open blouse at her braless breasts. They were small and shapely. I saw her nipple swing away from the fabric once and I felt my dick react. Roger was also very good looking and his well toned frame also made an impression. Plus they were bright and with an easy sense of humor making our time together very relaxing.
I agreed to meet them and asked for directions to their place as I wanted to go home first, shower and sit on the throne. Patty wouldn't hear of it.
"Come back with us," she offered, "we have a great rental with plenty of room." Again, against my usual sense, I agreed and followed them to Sagaponack. As we pulled into their house, I was astonished. It was an oceanfront estate, the kind that rents for$50,000 for the month.
They could see my amazement as we got out of the cars.
"I made several killings in the market over the last few years," explained Roger, "now we are enjoying the fruits."
"Well, I'm impressed," I said quietly.
Once inside, it was even more impressive. The house was completely furnished with the very best pieces. Art works by the best of the local artists lined the walls. The Living Room opened onto the sand dunes and the sea and while the view was breathtaking, the room was dominated by a Steinway grand piano. Patty took my hand and led me to a guest suite.
"Here you go. Now shower and then meet us on the deck. I'll make some drinks while Roger rolls one. Don't be long."
I stood in this massive room and took it all in. Disrobing, I tossed my clothes onto a settee and entered the bathroom. There was a separate shower that could hold at least four people and a deep soaking tub alongside. Next to the toilet was a collection of "Yachting" and "The Robb Report" and I sat down to enjoy a good dump and read.
I showered for what I thought was a long time. I think I could have stayed in there for hours but I remembered Patty request and stepped out to towel off.
I waltzed back into the bedroom to find my clothes all neatly folded and stacked on the bed. Next to the bed was a large cotton robe.
I was standing in my towel when Roger called out to me.
