After 27 years of marriage, my wife figured out that she might be bi-curious. Or something. It's hard to put into a neat category, actually. And it didn't come out in so many words.
Like many married couples, our sex lives had declined over the years. I still desired her, passionately, but there was less drive, on her part. I blamed a lot of this on the fact that she took antidepressants for a number of years, and they are known to decrease the libido. It became more and more difficult for her to reach orgasm.
It sounds egocentric to say it, but I have always been a patient and attentive lover. Ever since we were dating, I enjoyed making out with her, playing with her, getting off on her getting off. I loved going down on her, and even in our early days together, it was one of the few ways she could climax, though she could also get there by manual stimulation of her clitoris. But not through intercourse. That was okay, and I would make sure that she got off before we would finish a session with intercourse.
Gradually, the frequency diminished, despite efforts to keep things alive. As she got older, she became more self-conscious about her body, though my desire never waned. I would still give her oral, but instead of fucking, she would stroke me to climax. Sometimes she wouldn't let me go down on her at all, but would just give me a handjob.
Once when she was stroking me, and I was administering drops of lube as needed, she took my hand and placed it on my cock, put her hand over it, and used my hand to rub my cock. She seemed to like this. It was a little awkward for me, to tell you the truth, though I didn't say this to her. It just wasn't quite right. Either the grip was wrong, or the tempo was wrong (faster is not always better, and some women don't quite "grasp" this).
She may have sensed this, as it was clear I wasn't getting close to cumming, so she took her hand off, gave my hand a little nudge of encouragement, and started caressing my balls, instead. I would have been shy, as I'd never masturbated for her, but was frustrated enough at this point to go for it, and part of my mind thought maybe she'd see my technique and learn something, so I gave into it and was soon jerking myself off to a nice orgasm. By this point, given my undiminished sex drive, I'd gotten pretty good at jerking off, so I didn't mind a little demo.
More and more, that became somewhat normal for us. She'd start stroking me, sometimes after I'd gone down on her, sometimes instead of, if she was not in the mood, and after awhile, she'd let me finish.
The bi-curious discussion, if that's what it was, came about one evening when we were watching one of those raunchy rom-coms on Netflix, and had had a few drinks. On screen, there was something about a threeway, and a guy being confronted by his wife when he'd suggested it, and his defense was that every guy had a fantasy of a threeway (with two women). Laura looked at me and said, "Is that true? Is that your fantasy, too?"
I said something lame, like, "it's a common fantasy for a lot of guys, the idea of two women."
That wasn't good enough. "How about for you?"
"Well, uh, yeah, I guess," I stammered. I wasn't at my best, and we'd had a couple of drinks at this point. "I mean, I've thought about it, but it's not like I think about it all the time."
Yeah, I probably should have just left it at "yeah, I guess."
We watched the rest of the movie, and there were a few steamy scenes (though no three-ways). She usually doesn't get turned on by sex scenes, but that night she was a little more amorous than usual. We were making out, and I was about to go down on her, and she pulled me toward her. "Just go inside," she said, as she spread her legs for me.
It was nice. I was turned on, and though part of me felt guilty about the fact that I would be cumming without giving her a chance, it was what she seemed to want, and I could go down on her afterward. I had no hangups about licking her pussy after I'd cum inside it.
Laura literally never talks during sex. (I've actually tried to spice things up by encouraging her to fantasize when we're fucking, but she never liked the idea.) So it was a total shock when, out of the blue, she suddenly said something like, "Imagine you're with someone else right now. You're fucking someone else." This was a double shock, because she really had a hangup about the f-word.
I was so shocked, that I froze. She quickly said, "It's okay, I'm here. I'm watching you. Go ahead and do it." And she pulled my ass toward her, pulling me in deeper. I realize she was drunker than I had thought. I had never seen her like this.
She kept going. "It feels good, doesn't it? It's a different pussy... but I'm letting you do it to her. I'm watching you... your cock going in and out of her. It's so hot to see you fucking her." She had both hands on my ass and was pushing and pulling me in and out of her.
I kept silent, but I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum, at this rate. But she wanted me to say something. "How does her pussy feel? Is it nice and tight? Nice and wet?"
I moaned. I realized I had to give her something, so I tried something that I hoped would be neutral enough that she wouldn't think I was really imagining fucking another woman. "Yeah, it's good. Oh, I'm getting close."
"That's it. Go ahead. Cum inside her. I want to see you cum in her pussy."
Laura never talked like this! It was too much, and I exploded. As soon as I caught my breath, and pulled out, noticing that my cock had not softened a bit, I went down and licked her and sucked on her clit until she came, too, more quickly than I could ever remember.