A little about me. As i write this I am a sixty-three year old, still sexually active, bi, submissive woman. My stories are memories of a kinky life. I am still in the lifestyle. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old, straight, business consultant living with a loving partner. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall, what were 36 Cs are now 38 Ds. I was, I thought, a perfect 36-24-39 now I'm a perfect 38-29-42. I am gifted with green eyes.
In June last year I met a new man, Francis, while volunteering for a local charity. Fran is a mid 60s man who retired to my costal Florida community.
Fran and I dated on and off and eventually found the trust to talk openly about our pasts. I actually love to tell the stories of my past so hearing me, I think, made him become more open. Fran told me: "Robin, for years I have carried this secret. I was married for thirty years and loved my wife but while I was married I also had a man in my life and we saw each other often. Men have come into my life over the years as have other women and couples."
I needed to know more. Having opened the door to his past hidden life I wanted to know more about how it started.
Once he started talking and with a little encouragement he told me everything. Fran told me it started for him when as a young man he had just gotten married. He and his wife moved into an apartment complex and were both working during the day. He eventually met all his neighbors and they all got along just fine. He and his wife were saving for a house but found it hard to put much away.
Fran told me that the couple that managed the complex were in their early forties and were nice people. He remembers the woman was very attractive in a 'trailer trash' kind of way, great body, bottle blond. Her husband was an retired military guy who found it necessary to use the word fuck twice in every sentence.
When he was in their office one day he asked the woman manager, Karen, about the possibility of switching their lease to a one bedroom apartment. He explained about saving for a house. She, thought for a moment and, told him that he didn't have to move to lower the rent, something could be worked out.
Fran was, he admitted, stupid enough to ask how. She smiled and asked him to have a seat. She told him "look sweetie, I'll be honest and not beat around the bush. Mike is not meeting all my needs. If you could help me with that I can lower your rent for you." Fran told me he couldn't believe his ears. The woman was offering lower rent for sex and she was not timid. She wanted him to give her oral sex. She looked at him and asked if that would work for him. He didn't say a word so she walked over to the office door and locked it.
In the next half hour she had given him a blow job and he had gone down on her on her desk. This went on for three months.
The following month when he went to pay the rent Karen was not in the office, Mike her husband was. When Fran started to make out the check Mike mentioned that he knew that his wife, Karen had set up a special deal for Fran.
Fran tried to play dumb but Mike reached into the desk drawer and pulled out an envelope and handed it to Fran. As he opened it he saw a picture of himself, eating Karen on the desk.
Mike was quick to tell Fran not to worry. He could keep the picture and the rent deal if he wanted, the terms of the deal had just changed slightly. As he walked over and locked the door he reassured Fran that this was not blackmail. He could walk away and no one would ever know. He also explained the other choice.
In the next half hour Fran had been sucked by his first guy. In future months he would get and give Mike or Karen oral sex. At first it was just something he felt trapped into doing with the pictures and all. Fran told me that one time when he was sucking Mike he came in his mouth. He said it was amazing. It just filled his mouth with that salty cum and he found himself swallowing it. He loved it and wanted more.
This went on for a year. When they finally bought a house and moved Fran continued to visit their office now and then. Sometimes it was with one of them and twice it was both of them.
Eventually Fran and his wife moved to another city. His wife never knew about the other side of Fran. After about a year in his new town Fran met another married guy and they saw each other in secret often. He told me that this new relationship changed everything and he had anal sex for the first time. He told me he let it happen when his partner, Bill, asked for it. He said they were in bed and he and Bill had been using vibrator dildos on each other. Bill was laying on his side behind Fran and he could feel his cock against him. Fran said Bill asked him to turn over and when he did Bill handed him a lubed condom. Bill looked at Fran and said put this on yourself or on me. Fran thought for a moment and put it on Bill.
I could tell Fran was reliving the experience as he told me how he kissed Bills cock, put the condom on it and then turned back over on his side facing away. He said he felt Bill lifting his leg and the pressure on his butt hole. He told me he forced himself to relax and felt Bills cock enter and fill him up. He told me his own cock was harder than it had ever been and was leaking a cum like liquid like crazy. Fran told me Bill moaned with every stroke and came very quickly.
So he had in only a few short years become a true Bisexual enjoying men and women equally.
As we talked he mentioned how he had always, until he met me in fact, tried to have sex with other willing married people and had been able to avoid any STDs. I asked if he had a guy in his life now and he laughed. Fran looked at me and said: "I have seven, my book club."
The book club, it seems, is a group of, with the one exception of Fran, married men and one woman who meet monthly for pizza, beer and sex. It is nothing more than a cover for bi and perhaps gay men to get together and play. There is no "book" involved. The one woman in the club inserted herself into the group when she caught her husband participating. Fran told me that meetings are held in a rented hotel suite and vary from three or four to all eight people.
Fran told me that there was in fact a meeting next week. I asked if there was any way I could attend to watch. He said he would run the idea by the other members and we could talk later.
Three days later Fran stopped by and told me the group had agreed that if I wanted to attend I could go as his quest. I had thought more about it and needed to know more.
Fran explained that the group rents the Presidential Suite at the local Hilton Gardens. That suite has two bedrooms, a large living room and a bar. People bring local craft beer and we order delivery pizza.