Originally Posted by
McBice
My wife knows but she found out in a rather odd and slightly humorous way. We met later in life after we had both been through marriages and long-term relationships and we come from fairly different backgrounds. I have considered myself to be bisexual since the late 80's when I was with my 2nd wife, who was also bisexual. I would neither call myself completely out nor would I say I'm closeted. I think of it as a need to know thing. I don't think the general public at large needs to know that even though I started out with a Les Paul, I love a Tele as much as my old Custom. But to those that like guitars, I'm as open as I can possibly be about how cool a Tele plays and sounds. Same with sex to a certain degree. In a new relationship, there's always so much to learn and build upon. So when about the 3rd time we had sex, my wife, Robin started fingering my ass while she sucked my cock, I thought, "Oh wow..ok cool..oh DAYUM!!...well that's going to make telling her I'm bi a little easier." And to be clear, she wasn't just playing around tentatively, she was fucking me. The look on her face said she was way over the top turned on about it too. A few months after we got married, she went and got a strap on while I was on the road, and after its first use, she told me she really liked fucking me. To my mind, the question of whether or not I was bi was more than well answered without a word being spoken about it. A few months later, I bought her a Feeldoe, which she really really really liked a lot. So, for the next almost year and a half, she would fuck me about once a month, which with me in and out of town quite a bit for work, was about half of our sex life. We were just chugging along happily as we could. I was getting enough to satisfy my bisexual side when ever I was home that I didn't think about playing with anyone else. Then came the Big Kabong. I was finishing up three weeks in Europe and at a hotel in Berlin waiting to fly home the next day. During that three weeks, we had been communicating via Yahoo messenger using web cams when scheduling allowed. So our last 'can't wait til we can fuck our brains out' chat was getting pretty heated and raunchy talking about which one of us was going to get fucked first, and she asked me with a really wicked grin, "So, have you ever touched a real cock?"..
"Well yeah" I laughed back.
Her eyes got wider and her grin dropped just the tiniest little bit.
"You have!?!..What? Was it an accident or something?"
"Uh no, it certainly wasn't accidental."
Her eyes were still getting wider and her grin was dropping even further.
"Really!?!..have you ever sucked a guy's cock?"
"Well of course I have."
That's where the bottom fell out. She was aghast, she was taken aback, she was fuhklempt..hell, she was even beside herself. It took her a few minutes to calm down and compose herself.
"Are you gay?"
"Say what?..Really?? Am I gay?"
Now it was my turn to be beside myself, although I was a little quicker on the recovery.
"No I am not gay, I am bisexual. How many gay guys do you know that could or would fuck you like I do without a loaded gun to their head?...That would be a big fat goose egg. Right?"
She sheepishly nodded.
"How many straight guys do you know, that you could or would fuck like you fuck me?...Another big fat goose egg. Right?"
Again a sheepish nod, then a thoughtful look up.
"There was that guy I used to live with in San Diego, he might have let me."
"Oh please, that was 25 years ago...needless to say, the only other reasonable possibility is that I'm Bi."
Our communication window was closing so while we didn't really hash out all the particulars of what was going on with our relationship now that she was fully aware, our conversation didn't end on a completely sour note. Two days later, I arrived home in NorCal to find my wife, having run the kids out of the house to grandma's, standing in the doorway, in nothing but a pair of spike heels and bike shorts with her cock bulging out of them.
"So...if I fuck you really really good, will you promise not to leave me for another guy...or another woman?"
"Yes my love...but its gotta be really really good...not none of the one really good shit...really really good, got it?"
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