After an uneventful flight we arrived back in Toronto tired but happy, as they say. As soon as we got in, we emailed Debbie and Dave that it had been a wonderful weekend for both of us. It had been wonderful to play with them again and Erik and Ursula were a perfect addition. The freedom to be bisexual meant a lot to all of us and it was almost a miracle to find two other couples with whom we could share this part of ourselves.
The next week was unusually busy and we hardly saw each other. Most of our meals were out and sometimes Anne would already be asleep when I got home and vice versa. It was not until the weekend that we really had a chance to relax and talk. Saturday was the usual day of shopping and taking things to the dry cleaners but by Saturday evening we had slowed right down and made love for the first time since our return. Sunday was a day of making love, reading the paper and loafing. We called Debbie and Dave and had a wonderful conversation. They gave us Erik and Ursula's phone number and email address. They weren't home when we called so we sent them an email with a couple of our more intimate pictures attached. The next morning we found a couple of their pictures in our email along with a very loving message about how much they loved playing with us and hoped to do so again.
After our weekend in Vancouver our bisexual needs were satisfied for several months. By now we knew our cycles of bisexual desire meant we had to have a real blowout about three or four times a year. We both like the orgy-weekend but were willing to explore an ongoing relationship with one or more bi couples. The fact that Debbie and Dave, and Erik and Ursula were getting together on a regular basis and even teasing us with pictures made us realize we needed to do something along these lines ourselves -- and soon. We started to ask ourselves whether we couldn't find an Erik and Ursula in Toronto.
Anne was the first to suggest something. I had always realized her needs were stronger than mine so I wasn't surprised when she started talking about a Toronto-based bisexual women's club she had found on the Internet. It had been started by a couple of bisexual married women who couldn't find an outlet for their same-sex needs. With their husbands' co-operation they had started this club, advertised on the Internet and, after six or seven years, had a substantial membership of women primarily between 25 and 55. They had regular meetings and a number of other activities including party nights where they just locked the doors and played. Every few months they would have a couples evening when members could bring their male partners.
What Anne liked about the club was that it recognized that bisexuality was a separate phenomenon from homosexuality. Most of the women were married or in heterosexual relationships, or divorced or widowed and looking for another male partner. In other words, it was a club for women exactly like Anne.
She went to several activity nights and one party without actually doing more than general flirting. She got to know some nice women but no one special. After about three months of pleasant social events she announced a couple of women had invited her for a Sunday brunch. The two women were very good friends and, Anne presumed, lovers as well. They found Anne attractive and wanted to get to know her better. Anne liked both of them and thought they might be considering the possibility of a threesome. She had been pleasantly surprised at how the women at the club considered threesomes, foursomes and parties of eight or ten to be acceptable, even normal forms of female sexual expression.
One of the women was 39 years old and married while the other was 42 and had now been widowed for about five years since her husband died of cancer. Carol, the married one, was a lawyer and married to a lawyer; Eleanor, the widow, had a doctorate in computer engineering and ran her own very successful consulting business. Her husband had been a medical doctor. Their 10-year marriage had been very happy and his death a great loss to her. But now, after five years, she decided she needed to move on with her life. Neither woman had any children; both were very well off.
ANNE'S INCREDIBLE SUMMER AFTERNOON
On a beautiful summer Sunday, Anne pulled out of the driveway and headed for Eleanor's house to spend the afternoon. I expected to see her back in the late afternoon but, instead, got a call on my cell that she did not expect to be back until later in the evening. Her voice sounded a bit breathless, as if she was trying to calm herself, but I knew her well enough to know she was suppressing real excitement. I just laughed and said I hoped she and her new friends were having a lovely time. They were, she said rather sharply, and immediately hung up. I couldn't wait to see her!
I was doing some work in my study when I heard her car drive into the garage about 9:30. She came through the door with a mischievous look in her eye. and was very affectionate. She stood in front of the closed door, threw her bra and panties onto the sofa and said: "Yes, darling, I've just had the most interesting afternoon of my life. And, yes again, my darling, we did make love and it was beautiful. Just three women. It was gorgeous." She could see the smart-ass smile creeping over my face as she stepped forward and kissed me full on the mouth. "And now, to finish it all off, I need a really hard cock." With that, she took me by the hand and led me directly to the bedroom. Her blouse went flying onto the back of a chair and the skirt dropped straight to the floor. I was hard as a rock and the bulge in my boxers showed it. She dropped into the middle of the bed, lay against the pillows and opened her arms and legs. The boxers joined her blouse on the back of the chair and I was in her immediately. As soon as she felt me completely inside, she came. She was in such a state of excitement she came again immediately. I was a long way from my own orgasm so I just stayed inside her until she calmed down then withdrew and lay beside her to hear the story of what had obviously been a wonderful afternoon.
She hardly knew where to start. After a delicious brunch and some very good white wine, the atmosphere relaxed and the conversation became intimate. Carol and Eleanor were comfortable with each other in ways that confirmed instantly they were much more than just good friends. In the privacy of Eleanor's elegant home their intimacy was more obvious: touching each other's arms, stroking each other's hair, laughing and kissing each other on the cheek now and then in front of Anne made Anne feel aroused but a bit uncomfortable at first. Soon, however, as they sat over lunch, one or the other would reach out to touch Anne's hand or arm to reinforce a conversational point. Anne did the same. Once they found Anne comfortable with their behaviour, the touching increased. At one point, Carol paused for a moment behind Anne's chair on her way to the kitchen. She stroked Anne's neck and shoulders while Anne turned to kiss her bare arms. When Carol found Anne responding so openly, she leaned down and kissed her on the lips while Eleanor smiled and watched.
Once the ice had been so decisively broken, it was obvious to Carol and Eleanor that they had done the right thing by inviting Anne. As they continued to eat, the conversation became more openly sexual and confessional. Eleanor had not been with a man since her husband died. He had been a good lover and she missed that but she had never been able to talk about her same-sex desires with him. Once she realized he was more closed minded than she had thought, she subsided into heterosexuality for the sake of the marriage. And, besides, after receiving her doctorate she became so busy building her career that she was able to suppress any same-sex interests. During her undergraduate years, she had live in residence and had explored her bisexuality with several girls. Near the end of grad school she developed a relationship with a nurse at a local hospital. In fact, it was through her that she met her future husband. Now that her husband was gone and the mourning period was over, she was exploring that side of herself again before getting into another heterosexual relationship that might lead to marriage. She enjoyed the openness of the club and had had a couple of quick, purely physical evenings with two much younger women but had developed no relationship until she met Carol. She also felt she was ready to have sex with a man again and had been fantasizing heavily about making love with a man but only wanted one who could accommodate her bisexuality.
Carol, on the other hand, had a husband who fully supported her bisexuality. She had also been occasionally bisexual as an undergraduate and in law school. In the six years between law school and marriage she had had a relationship of a year or so with a married woman but it ended it when the woman's husband got transferred to the States. She also had had several heterosexual relationships of varying duration. By the time she married she had accepted herself as fully bisexual and considered herself lucky to have found a man who was comfortable with that. Apparently her husband Jake had a real sensitivity to her needs and never thought of her bisexuality as merely a potential opportunity for him to be with two women. On two occasions women, had asked Carol if Jake could join them and Carol had agreed. Those evenings had been very enjoyable for everyone but never in another couple joining them -- even though this was an appealing idea to both of them. Carol was completely faithful to Jake heterosexually.
