Most people define bisexual as being attracted to both male and female genders. I agree with that definition, but I have an alternate definition of that word. For me, bisexual truly means that I am both male and female at once. I feel as though I am a heterosexual man and a heterosexual woman coexisting within the same body.
I don't consider myself as transgender because I don't think that word truly applies to me. In spite of my feelings about women, I've always felt comfortable within my body as a woman. Although I do suppose that term might apply to me as well.
I often revel in being a woman. I'm not a "girly girl" and some might even say I'm a very soft butch, but unless you knew my sexual leanings you might just assume I'm the a-typical wife and nurturing mother who has a few unique quirks.
When I said that I am a heterosexual man and woman in the same body I meant that I am attracted to men as a woman. I like to be treated as a lady. I don't necessarily like to be "wined and dined" but I do enjoy the occasional bouquet of flowers. If I were stuck on an island with only men and never knowing any women, I'd still be happy. However, throw a woman into the mix and it can get rather confusing for me. At least it used to.
I'm submissive when it comes to men. Not submissive in the sense that I like to be bound and gag (OK, sometimes I do), but submissive in that I like when a man takes the lead. Sure I'm a feminist, but there's still that part of me that swoons when a man takes charge and directs the action. Of course if I don't want anything to do with him, he quickly learns that "no" does in fact mean "NO!"
Women, on the other hand, are a completely different matter. I am dominant when it comes to women and this time I mean dominant in every possible definition of the word. I can be gentle and kind and make love to a woman, but I can also be a cruel mistress to those who want to submit. This fact used to confuse me, but I've learned that it's just who I am. I can be large and in charge or I can be the delicate southern bell my family wants me to be.
I know what you're thinking by now. Does she have a point? Yes, I do. I felt that this lengthy lead-in was necessary for me to help give you and understanding of my fantasy.
It's start out simply enough with me getting ready for a night out at my favorite bar. I pick out a pair of jeans and a tight long sleeved black shirt to wear. I also pick out a black satin bra, but I forgo panties in favor of what's in a plain brown box on top of my dresser.
I had almost forgotten the order I made online only a week before. I was shocked with the deliveryman knocked on my door. Because my son was up and running around, I had put it away, but now it sits unopened in front of me.
I use a pair of scissors I keep in the bathroom to carefully cut the tape so as not to puncture the contents. I open it up and I gasp as I see the black harness and matching attachments. I finally have my own strap-on.
Like a child on Christmas morning, I eagerly toss out the packing materials and admire my new prized possession. As I'm looking at the different sized attachments I ordered, my husband knocks on the door and enters our bedroom.
"The kiddo finally went down for a nap." He sees what I'm holding in my hand. "Thinking about breaking it in tonight?"
I smile at him. He knows what I plan on doing tonight. "With any luck I will."
"You sure you don't want to give it a trial run with me?" He pretends to pout a little.
I toss the largest of the three attachments to him. "I'll break that one in after this weekend. I've waited this long for a penis and I think it's only fair that it sees a pussy first."
He laughs a little and then comes over to hug and kiss me. "I'm glad you like your gift. Just don't go and break it on the first night."
"Don't worry. I still have every intention of plowing your ass later." I kiss him on his forehead. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being so understanding of my needs."
He smiles at me. "It's only fair that I get to enjoy a man's company once in a while that you should get to do the same with a woman."
Being married to a bisexual man definitely has its perks. He understands me better than I understand myself at times. "I just hope I can pull this off like I've always fantasized."
"I've had a penis all my life, so if you need any tips just ask me." He's joking with me and I give him a playful shove.
I reach back into the box and produce the medium sized attachment. It's a pinkish colored dildo about six inches long and about three inches in circumference at the base. Not the biggest dildo out there (it's even smaller than my husband's penis), but it'll definitely get the job done.
"Good choice," I hear him say to me.
I smile at him and take the attachment into the bathroom to wash it like the instructions suggest. When I reemerge I notice my husband has pulled out the harness part and is loosening the straps for me.
I take it out of his hands and step into it. It's almost like putting on a pair of underwear, but there's a little nub about half an inch long that slides into my vagina. I also notice another little nub in front that slightly stimulates my clitoris. I moan a little and see my husband grin.
"You sure you don't want break it in at home?"
I giggle a little and say, "I'm sure."
"Curses, foiled again," he teases.
I allow him to help me tighten the harness around my waist. At first it's a little too tight and then it's too loose but soon we find a fit that's comfortable for me.
I attach the six-inch fake penis to the front of the harness and turn to look at myself in a full-length mirror. I giggle as I grab my "cock" and shake it a little. It's stiff, but flexible enough for me to be able to carry out the next step in my fantasy.
"Could you hand me my jeans?" I turn to my husband who is having a hard time taking his eyes off my new appendage.
He tosses me my black jeans and I say a silent prayer that they'll fit as I slide them up to my wide hips. I stuff the fake cock gently down into my right pant leg. I have no trouble buttoning my size 13 pants around my waist, but pulling up the zipper proves to be a workout. Finally, I have my zipper all the way up and I turn once more to look at myself in the mirror. I cannot contain my laughter as my eyes are immediately drawn to my crotch.
My husband bursts into a fit of laughter too and teases me, "Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
I stick my tongue out at him and for a fleeting moment I think that maybe I shouldn't do this after all. Anyone who sees me will be able to tell that something isn't quite "right" about me and they'll think that either I'm a hermaphrodite or a freak.
I put on my 38DD bra and then my tight shirt. I look back in the mirror. From the waist up I think I'm looking rather nice. My shoulder length auburn hair is styled nicely and my pale porcelain skin contrasts sharply with my black clothing. I follow my hourglass figure downwards and once again I laugh as I see the bulge in my crotch.
"You look like a thirteen year old boy caught in Victoria's Secret," my husband comments.
We both giggle for a couple of seconds and then I ask, "Do you think I should go through with it?"
"Absolutely!" There is no hesitation in his reply and he hugs me tightly. "The bar will be dark and I'm sure the regulars there will know what's up. I bet it's not the first time someone has done this."
I smile up at him and kiss his cheek. "Thank you again."
He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me on the lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth. After a few seconds he pulls back and breathlessly says, "Go get 'em!"
I grab some money and my ID and stuff them into my back pocket. I find my keys buried under some mail on the table and look at my face in the mirror to make sure my hair isn't doing anything strange.
Before I finally head out the door, I sneak into my two year old's room and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. He stirs a little in his sleep and sighs contently. I tiptoe back out of the room and give my husband another good-bye hug and kiss as I exit the front door of our house.
It's dark outside already and I look at my watch. 8:15. Good, I think to myself. I'll arrive at the bar around nine and I should be able to grab a nice seat at the bar before too many people arrive. I hop in my car and head for my favorite bar.
When I arrive, I find a suitable parking space and mentally prepare myself before getting out of the car. I look at my crotch and see the bulge. I laugh nervously and open my door.
The cool winter air hits my face, but I'm comfortable in what I'm wearing. Spring arrives early here in the South and the extreme cold spells we had been having are finally passing. I smile at the female attendant standing at the door. She knows me, but still asks to see my ID.
She hands it back to me and winks at me. I blush knowing she's noticed that I'm packing tonight, but I manage to look her in the eye and wink back. I head inside and I am instantly hit with the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol.
There's a steady bass beat from some dance song playing that I swear I can feel coming up through the floorboards. I realize that I can't wait to dance, but first I decide to hit the bar for a drink.
The bartender recognizes me and waves. "Haven't seen you in a long time Jade. How've you been?"
"Pretty good Janet. Just been busy is all. I'll just have a Shirley Temple. I'm driving tonight."
Janet nods and finds a glass as she sets about making my drink. I turn around and survey the crowd. Mostly it's women, but I see a few men. On the dance floor I see several people dancing. It's still early and I know that soon the floor will be packed with many people.
Janet sets the drink down in front of me. I thank her for my drink and say, "If you get a break, want to join me on the dance floor?"
Having danced with me before she nods. "I'd love to," is all she can manage to say before she is barraged with drink orders from a waitress.
I turn my attention back to the dance scene as I slowly sip my drink through a long red straw. I feel a hand tap me on my right shoulder. I turn to see a familiar face looking back at me.
