They were on our way to our first "Special Friends" get together. After 20 years of happy marriage, they were finally exploring his bisexuality. This was their first time. He, of course, was deliriously happy about it. She less so, but willing to check it out.
"What do you think is going to happen tonight, she asked?"
"I really don't have any expectations other than we enjoy ourselves, I replied, but I can think of some things that I'd LIKE to happen."
I bet! she thought. Then she thought about it. Well, we're going down to check out a swinger's club after all.
"Tell me about it," she said.
"I'd really like to find another couple just like us, Biguy and his Dominate straight wife who like to play kinky games like we do."
"And if we do?"
"I'd like to hook up with the guy and his wife. Maybe bring them back to our hotel room where you could watch if you like and get turned on."
"Then what?"
"Both her husband and I would submit to whatever she wanted to happen. She'd probably want us both stripped and in bondage so she could control us. Then she could spank us, make us suck each other's cocks, lick her pussy and ass, suck both her tits at the same time, fuck us with a strap-on, whatever turned her on. I'm sure she'd invite you to jump in wherever you wanted."
She started to think about it. In spite of her fears, she started to get a little wet. She'd cum before thinking about her man getting fucked while sucking on her pussy. What difference if it was a woman or a man fucking him? Would it turn her on to have him suck her pussy after sucking a guy's cock? Wow! Maybe so.
He continued. "You know I shaved my balls and a lot of my pubic hair? I figure it's only polite."
That realization hit her. She was sort of hoping that the club would be a bust and he'd "get it out of his system". At the same time, she knew that a person's sexuality was what it was. If gays needed other men and lesbians needed other women to enjoy sex, why did she think that a bisexual person could do only one or the other sex exclusively? No, it had to be that bis needed both from time to time. Nothing wrong with that, right? But this was her husband of twenty years! Even though it had been a few years since he had come out to her, she never let it be real to her. It was always a fantasy that may never happen. Guess not, she quietly thought.
It wasn't that she didn't love him or trust him. Neither of those things were ever in question except during her most paranoid thoughts. No, no worries there. She just needed to wrap her head around the plain fact that this is what he was now. This is what THEY were now. It alternately scared the crap out of her and excited her. They have been using a bisexual guy in their threesome fantasies for years. It was VERY hot sex play.
In her heart, the fears were just fears, she knew. Naughty and nasty were positive fun things, but doing them with someone other than her mate? The great unknown... Deep down, she knew that she needed to let herself go fully and try her best to enjoy the experience.
But what if she DID enjoy it? What then?
He interrupted her day dreaming.
"Did you know that for every married biguy with a straight wife, there are probably 20-30 married bi or bi-curious wives with a straight husband?"
How do you know that?, she said.
"I've spent a LOT of time on the web trying to figure this out, that's how. A fair number of couples are both bi or bi-curious, but nowhere near the biFem/Str8Male numbers. The bi-guy/str8 wife seems to be the rarest of all. Figures..., 'normal' ain't really in my vocabulary anyway. Why should I be normally kinky?"
She could easily see that. Our so-called culture is far more accepting of girl on girl, especially if there's a man-a husband in fact- involved in the equation. Hey, that's just a menage å trois. More of that going on than anyone will admit. Come to think of it, boy-girl-boy where the girl was the focus of both boys was downright HOT! Two cocks, two mouth, and four hands to pleasure her... oh yeah! But think about it where the boys are focused as much on themselves as the girl and somehow, it got dirty. Made no sense, but there it was. Culture didn't exactly equate to cultured.